Downs, Jana - Angel Bound [His Guardian Angels 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove - Serialized) by Jana Downs

doorway, watching. He should’ve been  embarrassed by being caught sucking and getting sucked by his  guardians, but their presence just seemed to turn him on more.
    Without preamble, he watched as Michel got on his knees and  undid the button on Dex’s jeans, pulling out a magnificent, thick rod  that was just as big and overwhelming as the rest of him. Then  Madigan lost sight of it as Michel’s mouth covered the whole thing  from base to tip. Dex and Madigan groaned in unison. The visual  alone was enough to make him want to come.
    “You’re such a naughty boy, bright eyes,” Bren panted, fucking  his cock between Madigan’s suckling lips. “Such a naughty boy  wanting us like this.” Bren gave a strangled moan. “Oh shit. Sorry,  bright eyes. Coming. Coming so fucking hard.” Hot, salty spunk hit  Madigan’s tongue at the same time the angel spoke and his own hips  surged upward into Cross’s mouth.
    He screamed around Bren’s hard length as his own orgasm was  torn from him. The visual and physical overload was too much. His  body jerked, emptying into Cross’s hot mouth. He sucked harder on  Bren’s cock, needing the anchor to keep him from floating away into  sheer drunken bliss.
    “Let go, bright eyes,” Bren encouraged, cupping his cheek. His  expression was the kindest Madigan had ever seen it. “Let go.”
    He did. His mind swirling as the room started to spin. Then he  knew nothing else as everything went black.
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    Madigan woke up gasping in the middle of a hell of an orgasm.  He gripped his spurting arousal underneath the covers as he shot helplessly over his tight fist and onto the pristine sheets. He cursed

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    softly. He had never had a wet dream that was elaborate enough to  include four other men. What the hell was wrong with him?   Angelic  maturity my ass . So much for all of last night being a dream.
    He sat up, looking for something to clean up with. He sighed. Of  course there wasn’t anything handy.   Damn . He’d have to do a wash  today. He gave up trying to find something and just wiped the sticky  evidence of his dream onto a clean section of sheet.
    He’d probably kicked off the comforter and his boxers at some point last night when it had gotten too hot. He finished wiping off the best he could and determined that he should definitely get a shower before he wandered on downstairs to see what the angels were doing.
    “Morning.”
    Madigan’s head snapped up to see Bren sitting on the floor in a corner on the other side of the room. He looked like he’d just woken up, his eyes looked hazy and his expression groggy. Awareness zinged up Madigan’s body. Despite the fact that he’d just came, he felt himself start to harden right back up.
    “What are you doing in my room?” Madigan asked, bunching the regrettably soiled sheets over his hips to hide his growing erection.  The angel didn’t answer him. Instead, he stood, adjusting his own morning wood through the denim of his jeans. He eyed Madigan’s bare chest, and the human had to resist the urge to throw the covers back and welcome the angel between his thighs. He shook his head.  What the hell was he thinking? That dream had really screwed with his brain. Besides, Bren had made it super clear that he didn’t want to be here.
    “One of us has to be in the room with you at all times. We took  shifts.” Bren finally spoke. He still let his eyes linger longer than was  appropriate over Madigan’s unclad body. Their eyes met as the  angel’s gaze finally reached Madigan’s no doubt blushing face. If  Madigan didn’t know better, he could’ve sworn that Bren knew what  he’d been dreaming about. His eyes were just a little too aware and a  little too knowing. Madigan looked away.

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    “I’ll turn my back so that you can dress. Put on a robe