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Two Wolves and a Lady
Chapter 1: Part I
Her body was tingling with the memory of arousal.
Little pinwheels of desire still coursing through her veins – to the bite mark that pulsed against the base of her neck – to her chafed nipples, taut; begging to be touched and breasts peppered with blemishes; raw from being suckled – to her swollen core, still heated, aching and clenching with need.
The two cocky smirks and twinkling sets of eyes staring back at her – told her what her mind and heart were trying to deny – Penelope Garcia, was feeling…thoroughly well fucked.
The constant crunch of Derek chopping on his apple – the last apple from the fruit basket in the kitchen, one she wanted to eat later with her favorite creamy peanut butter – was irritating her already flustered nerves. Glaring at him when he waggled those defined brows as he used the back of his wrist to wipe away the juices that had dribbled down those full pouty lips and pointed jaw.
She was about to complain to him about stealing, when the rustling of objects grabbed her attention. Peeling her eyes away from the dark sculpted body of her shameless best friend only to discover her equally brazen boss digging around the drawer of her nightstand.
A heated blush infused her cheeks; eyes widening and mouth falling open – when she watched Aaron, a giant grin plastered on his usually stoic face, hold up her shiny purple bullet. Fumbling with it for a minute, he clicked it on – the soft vibrating hum filling the quiet room.
"Oh, sexy Mama?" Derek chided from her doorway. "You lied to us."
"I wish I could have used this on you last night, Penelope." The use of her first name, added with the fact that Hotch was now running the toy across his palm – sliding it up one stubby finger, where it buzzed against the tip – had her blushing profusely and babbling words that made little sense even to herself.
She needed to ask Reid if you could actually die from embarrassment – that was of course, if she survived this morning.
Completely mortified – she stood, yanking the toy out of his hands and stormed into her bathroom – locking it for good measure before she could do anything else to humiliate herself, like listen to her newly awakened inner Goddess and fuck them, again.
Maybe, this was actually part of her dream!
"You can't hide in there forever, Baby Girl." Derek cooed after her.
Frack! Pounding the back of her head against the door. Think, Garcie, think!
"Go away!" she cried.
Head cocked to the side she listened, sighing with relief when all she heard was silence. Taking a deep breath to settle the coiling tension which had pitted itself low in her gut – seeping out as sticky heat against her upper thigh, she dared to look at herself in the mirror.
Yikes!
Penelope's face was an image of her debauchery – smeared mascara, faded purple and pink eyeshadow, blonde locks in a tangled curly mess, and puffy kissed bruised lips – though she should be ashamed, she couldn't help but notice her body was glowing with pride.
35! And you still got it Garcie!
She looked back at the door, wondering what her two – did she call them, lovers – were doing.
Turning her shower on, she let the steam relax her aching muscles. Dropping the colorful comforter, she stepped beneath the hot spray of water – wanting to wash away the events of the night only for her mind to drift down memory lane.
_ Flashback: Night Club _
The strong bass of the music pulsed through her body like a heartbeat – forcing her hips to roll back and forth – to grind harder into the solid man behind her, his fingers digging into her flesh was the only thing binding her to reality.
Her arm was flung back around him – fingers tugging on the surprisingly soft chestnut hair at the nape of his neck.
Aaron's hand glided up over the flair of her hip and the curve of her waist, resting beneath the swell of her breast – as if he was about to strike a match against her body.
Feeling another pair of arms wrap around her from the front, one hand gripping her ass while the other took her free hand and threw it over his shoulder – startled, she snapped her eyes open; letting out a small gasp, when she looked into the dark amber eyes of Derek Morgan.
She would have stopped – feeling suddenly overwhelmed, but Hotch wouldn't allow it. His hot breath tickled her neck as he nibbled on the lobe of her ear.
"Keep dancing, Penelope," his voice – gruff and demanding, whispered to her like a soft caress.
Meanwhile, Derek's muscled thigh had found its way between her parted legs – forcing her to grind back into Aaron's groin and thrust forward up Derek's leg – the rough denim against her silk covered skin was beyond tantalizing.
Then, as if her body wasn't already overheating, the man behind her latched onto the skin at the pulse point of her neck – nibbling with his teeth only to soothe the flesh as he suckled with his lips and tongue.
Her eyes drifted closed, head flinging back to rest in the crook of Aaron's neck and shoulder – the hypnotic spell she was under had her skin prickling in anticipation.
Not to be outdone, the darker man in front leaned closer, his large hand forcing her face upwards as he melded his lips to hers. Feeling him tug on her plump bottom lip with those pearly whites she loved so much – nipping at it, only to pull away – giving her the softest of kisses, silently asking for permission.
Parting her lips, he growled before he speared his tongue into her mouth. The velvety wet muscle massaged against her own tongue, plunging and searing – hand gripping below her jaw – forcing her head further back, and her mouth to open wider.
The intimate dance was scorching her body with arousal – feeling heavy as she ached with the longing to be completely consumed, wanting to be devoured – her core, grasping and quivering – begging to be filled.
The moment Derek's full lips suckled on her tongue, imitating what he could do between her legs with that glorious mouth of his, she whimpered – throwing both her arms around him, pulling his head closer.
She was light-headed – mind floating through a liquor induced, lust fueled haze. A hand – whose? She couldn't tell, cupped the front of her breast – thumb gliding back and forth over her nipple, which were now peeking through the thin cotton of her blouse.
The minute her sensitive bud was rolled between his fingers she gasped, eyes flying open – music flooding her ears, flashing lights blinding her vision – a harsh reminder that they were very much in a public place.
She froze, glancing around like a startled deer – panic dousing her overheated body with cold shameful remorse.
It took a good minute to pull and twist away from both men – neither having sensed the dramatic shift in her mood, knocking people over as she ran off the dance floor, stumbling out of the club a moment later.
Oh, Garcie!
The crisp night air felt calming against her heated flesh – wrapping her arms around herself, seeking comfort from the shock of having practically humped and grinded two very important men in her life.
One man, being someone she has been pining after for years – her best friend, her sweet and loving Angelfish, her sculpted and brave, Hot Stuff. The other man – her boss, whose authority and tenacious demeanor has had her drooling with infatuation since the day he hired her.
Both extremely male and powerful, handsome and strong – And, Oh God! She practically fucked them on the dance floor!
The panic resurfaced – crushing her chest with anxiety. She was just about to start counting her breathing when an arm wrapped around her waist and guided her towards the parking lot.
Her frazzled state of mind had her on alert, until the familiar woodsy scent of Derek filled the air and she calmed. Looking forward she caught sight of Aaron, her bright orange and yellow purse with fuchsia flowers held stiffly in his hand, black coat tucked underneath his arm, keys to the SUV dangling in his other hand.
The sudden realization that she hadn't drove tonight and was about to leave her belongings; purse, cell phone, wallet back inside, caused her to feel even worse – her fragile mood dampening by the second.
The passenger door of the SUV opened and she halted, digging her heels into the broken gravel of the parking lot.
"Get inside, Baby Girl," Derek's husky voice cooed from behind.
She shook her head, mouth suddenly dry – eyes catching Aaron sitting behind the wheel, looking back at her with pure unadulterated desire. Taking a step back, only to fuse against Derek's front, his sizable erection brushing against the curve of her ass – large hands gripping her hips to steady her.
"Penelope," Aaron growled. "Let's go."
The remnants of her arousal flamed back to life in an instant – the Goddess on her shoulder jumping with glee, encouraging her to fulfill that dark sinful fantasy of hers.
It is your birthday, Garcie. Live a little.
Taking a deep breath, she buckled herself in.
_ End of Flashback _
Penelope threw on her red silk floral robe and clipped her wet locks behind her head – emerging from the bathroom in cleaner – but still rather confused spirits. Deciding what her body and soul needed was a strong cup of coffee, she headed towards the kitchen to make herself a pot, only to freeze underneath her beaded doorway.
Sitting on her purple couch, legs stretched out in front of him; resting on her cluttered coffee table, was Derek – thankfully sporting his black briefs. The TV was muted as he flipped through the stations – searching for something other than the news to watch.
Aaron was in her kitchen, toned body leaning over the counter in only his slacks, eyes scanning the morning paper – sipping coffee out of her beloved princess mug.
"What the hell are you two doing?" she screeched.
"Reading," Aaron stated, lips pursed in amusement.
"You're out of bacon," Derek accused, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.
"I don't eat meat," she gritted out, arms crossing in front of her.
"But you always keep bacon here, for when I come over" he groused, turning the TV off.
"You're also out of eggs," Aaron pointed out. "That's what I like to eat for breakfast," smiling at her. "With my toast."
She could only roll her eyes. "I thought you two left."
"Why?" Derek had gotten off the couch, and practically stalked over to her. "The weekends just beginning."
What? Did they think they were going to do what they all did last night, again! Not that she totally remembered, as her mind was still trying to put together bits and pieces.
Walking past Derek, she scurried behind her couch – gasping when she spotted her torn panties. Picking up the beautiful blue lace bikini bottoms – which had a cost a mini fortune along with the matching bra, she glared daggers at the two.
"Oops." Aaron smirked. "I'll buy you a new pair."
When the hell did he even rip them off?
Her face flushed with heat as the memory came crashing back to her.
Oh!
To be continued…