Page 4 of Monster Mania

Her breath caught at the sight of them. The two men—both gorgeous, both dangerous—looked at her like she was the center of their world and their next meal. Angel couldn’t help her shiver, anticipating what they were about to do to her.

“Holy shit,” she whispered, unable to stop herself.

Ghost chuckled low. “Holy shit is right. You don’t know what you’ve just agreed to.” She watched as he palmed his cock, shamelessly stroking himself as though putting on a show for her.

Jackhammer crawled onto the bed first, his massive body covering hers as his mouth devoured hers again. Ghost slid in beside them, his hand gliding up her leg, fingers tracing the inside of her thigh until she gasped. The feeling of both of them touching her at once—Jackhammer’s demanding kiss, Ghost’s slow, teasing strokes—left her trembling, writhing between them.

“Easy,” Jackhammer murmured, lips ghosting her ear. “We’re gonna take our time with you.”

“Or maybe not,” Ghost rasped, biting at her lip before kissing her again. “Been dying to bury myself in you since the second I laid eyes on you downstairs.”

They undressed her together, hands tugging, caressing, teasing until she was bare and flushed under their hungry stares. And then they worshipped her—Jackhammer’s mouth hot and rough on her chest while Ghost’s tongue teased lower, his fingers curling inside her until she cried out. Every nerve in her body lit with pleasure, her hands fisting in their hair, her voice breaking as she begged them both for more.

And when Jackhammer finally slid inside her, filling her so deep she sobbed his name, Ghost was there too—stroking her, kissing her, whispering filth and promises in her ear. They moved around her, against her, with her, until she didn’t know where one ended and the other began. They didn’t stop until she shattered again and again, their bodies driving her higher every time. By the end, she was wrecked—sweaty, trembling, and sprawled across the sheets with both men tangled around her.

Jackhammer kissed her temple, his voice raw. “Told you, baby. You’re ours.” For the night, her mind whispered in reply. They were words that she wasn’t willing to say out loud for fear that they’d get up and walk out on her. They had promised her the whole night, and she planned on collecting.

Ghost pressed his lips to her shoulder, his hand tight over her stomach. “Ours.”

Angel closed her eyes, tears pricking despite the bliss still humming through her. For once in her life, she didn’t feel like she had to fight anyone for attention. She was surrounded by it—consumed by it. And she never wanted it to end.

JACKHAMMER

Jackhammer woke up with Angel’s ass pressed against him and Ghost snoring on the other side of her. For a few seconds, he didn’t move. He didn’t even breathe too deeply. He just lay there staring at the ceiling, wondering how the hell one night had managed to screw up the perfectly uncomplicated arrangement he and Ghost had made to find a woman, share her, and have some fun. Nobody was supposed to catch feelings. It had sounded damn reasonable when Ghost suggested it. Of course, that had been before Angel Sanchez walked into Monster’s Madhouse.

Jackhammer carefully lifted his head and looked over her shoulder. Ghost was dead asleep, one arm thrown across Angel’s waist. Jackhammer’s hand was resting on her hip beneath Ghost’s. It should have felt awkward, but it didn’t, and that was the problem.

Angel made a soft sound in her sleep and wiggled backward, settling more firmly against Jackhammer. His eyes closed. “Jesus, woman,” he muttered.

Ghost opened one eye and looked over at him. “Problem?” he breathed.

“Go back to sleep,” Jackhammer grumbled. Ghost grinned. Asshole. “I knew this was a bad idea,” Jackhammer whispered.

“You seemed pretty enthusiastic about it a few hours ago,” Ghost reminded. Jackhammer shot him a warning look, and Angel stirred between them. Both men immediately went quiet. Her eyes slowly opened, and for one beautiful second, she looked completely content. No fear. No worry. None of that guarded shit she had carried into the bar with her. Then awareness hit. Jackhammer watched it happen—her body stiffened, her eyes widened, and the walls slammed right back into place.

“Morning, Angel,” Jackhammer said.

“Oh, shit,” Angel breathed.

Ghost chuckled. “Not exactly the greeting I was hoping for.”

She sat up, dragging the sheet with her. Jackhammer couldn't help smiling. “What?” she demanded.

“Nothing,” Jackhammer lied.

“You're smiling,” she said, sounding as though she was accusing him of something.

“Am I not allowed to smile?” he asked.

“Not like that.” Angel insisted.

“Like what?” he asked.

“Like you know something I don't,” she said.

Ghost rolled onto his back. “He always looks like that. You get used to it.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Jackhammer said. Angel looked between them before laughing. The sound hit Jackhammer somewhere behind his ribs. Fuck. That wasn't good.