Free My Wish - Time Guardians Book One by Sahara Kelly Page A

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    Hari's eyes gazed into hers as he froze, motionless, above her. He was deep inside her, yet his words had aroused her to the extent where she had been quite ready to take him.
    Uncertainly, she watched his face.
    Gradually he eased back from her and closed his eyes, thrusting in again and out, setting up the most delicious vibrations throughout her whole body.
    Alana's buttocks clenched and she raised herself slightly to give him better access. His movements quickened, and she could feel the tension rising within her as his body pounded against her clit and his balls slapped her ass with every thrust.
    In moments, she felt the orgasm start and she raised her hands to grip Hari's muscular biceps.
    "Oh, God," she whimpered, head and neck arching back into the pillow.
    Hari's pounding speeded up—just enough.
    "Aaaagh..." she whimpered as her orgasm began and her cunt clenched violently against Hari's thick cock.
    He pressed himself in as deep as he could go, letting her muscles massage him and waiting out her climax.
    As she came down, Hari eased gently out of her.
    "That was lesson number one. Nicely done."
    "And for having an excellent orgasm first thing in the morning, the lucky lady wins... Ta Da . One cup of tantalizingly fresh steaming coffee." Sami's cheerful tones cut through the post-coital fog that was swirling between Alana's ears.
    "But wait, there's more," continued Sami, doing an excellent impression of every game show host she'd ever heard. Her lips started to curve, as did Hari's.
    "You and a guest will spend minutes of untold pleasure enjoying a breakfast prepared especially for you. Grapes imported for your delectation from the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, figs specially flown in from the fourth century, and oranges fresh from the trees of an Arabian Sheik."
    "Fruit for breakfast again, huh?" snorted Hari, lunging off the bed at Sami. "What about pancakes? What about eggs and bacon? Haven't you heard of Aunt Jemima?"
    "Fruit, my brother, and you know it. Better for you, and better for what you're going to be doing..." Sami nodded firmly at Alana who was trying to figure out a way to get all her body parts working at once.
    "Yeah, yeah..." complained Hari. "Where's the coffee?"
    *~*~*~*
    As it turned out, the coffee was, indeed, fresh, hot and delicious. Alana was getting used to the stronger and darker brew, almost Turkish in its richness. She smacked her lips and groaned in appreciation as the first sip went down.
    "Oh, God, that's divine. Fantastic sex and great coffee. Can I marry you both? Take me somewhere where I can have two husbands, and you're mine, guys."
    Hari and Sami exchanged grins across the table.
    "You are happy that we have come to you?" asked Sami.
    "God. See this? " She pointed at herself. "This is my 'you've-got-to-be-kidding' face. You have taken me places I never dreamed existed. How could I not be happy?"
    "And you don't mind that it is I who will be the one fucking you?" Hari's voice was surprisingly hesitant as he asked this question. She realized in a quick flash of intuition, that the answer was important to him, and to Sami.
    "Listen up, you two. You are both essential parts of this fantasy or dream, or hallucination, or whatever it is I'm enjoying the hell out of. Whatever Sami does to me is marvelous, and whatever you do to me, Hari, is going to be just as good, and what you both do to me—well, there aren't words for it. Trust me."
    A thought crossed her mind.
    "Do you always work like this? Sami first, then Hari?"
    Sami answered that one. "We note our roles when we conclude each assignment, Alana. We have a chart in our quarters that we fill out and when next we are assigned, we know to reverse the procedure. On our next case, I will be the one to fuck the client, while Hari will get to use his other talents."
    "That's us," muttered Hari. "The suck and fuck twins."
    "Hari?" She blinked, sensing that Hari was not altogether thrilled with the arrangement.
    "Forgive me,