Mia took a deep breathe, trying to calm herself down. "You can do this. Get on the freaking elevator, Daniels." She muttered under her breath. "Millions of people use them everyday and nothing happens. You're more likely to die in a car crash. It's just a sixty second trip."
She was standing in the lobby of the office building, lecturing herself. She was running late for an important job interview and the stairs were currently being worked on and not to be used unless there was an emergency. Mia personally felt that it was an emergency and tried to argue her point to the workers but the men working did not feel the same. Which brought her to where she was now. She ran her damp hands down the sides of her black skirt. She missed the admiring glances sent her way by the men passing by. Although, even if she did notice them she would have ignored them and kept going. She reached forward and jabbed the up arrow before she could stop herself. As soon as the arrow lit up she began to hyperventilate.
"Deep breathes, deep breathes. In and out." She chanted under her breath. She looked up and caught sight of her reflection in the silver metal before her. Her green eyes were wide and frantic, her bottom lip red and slightly swollen from nibbling on it. She brought her shaking hand up to push her long honey blonde hair out of her face. Her hair stuck to her damp face not only because she was panicked but also because it was so humid out. She was dressed in a formal skirt suit, but the sheer stockings and long sleeved jacket seemed to be slowly strangling her. She knew she looked great this morning. That was until she pushed out into the hot summer morning and the humidity starting destroying her work.
The elevator bell rang and she jumped in surprised panic. She blindly moved into the elevator, her eyes unseeing in her panic. She turned around without looking at anyone and frantically jabbed at the buttons so she couldn't rush back out. The doors slowly closed and encased her in a metal prison. She kept softly chanting to herself, over and over, to take deep breaths. Her eyes stayed on the numbers that were painstakingly moving. "1...2...3...4..." She counted under her breath in between chants.
She was vaguely aware of deep voices talking in the background, but she couldn't concentrate on anything besides getting to the 15th floor. "...6...7...8..." She continued her counting.
Just then the elevator shook and groaned to a halt. She stumbled forward and caught herself against the wall. The lights flicked on and off until they finally flickered out leaving her in complete darkness until a dim emergency light came on. Mia began shaking violently until she finally saw nothing but the ground coming up to meet her.
Mia awokened slowly and felt a hand stroking her hair back off her forehead. She tossed her head away. "No, no..." She murmured, not wanting to get up.
"Yes." An unexpected reply came from a deep, amused voice. "You have to get up, princess."
Mia's forehead scrunched up trying to place the voice. She couldn't place that voice. It wasn't John's, her ex boyfriends voice. She had dumped him over two months ago. She kept thinking as the hand continued to stroke her hair from her forehead. Just then a flash of memory came and she finally remembered what happened. "No!" She moaned again, this time with panic. Her eyes opened and she gazed up into an unfamiliar face. A very handsome, masculine, unfamiliar face.
"The elevator..." Her voice trailed off as she stared up into the mans eyes.
"Yes, it's stuck." This from another voice. She tore her eyes from the man holding her and turned her head and caught sight of another just as equally handsome man crouching beside her, his face only inches away.
"You fainted. We assume you aren't fond of elevators considering the way you got on and your reaction to it stopping." The mans voice was gentle as he spoke, looking concerned for her.
"No, not fond." Mia replied absently, staring into the man's bright blue eyes. She ran her eyes over the strong lines of his face. He was one of the most gorgeous men she had ever seen. His lip were a full off pink and his jaw was perfect. Her eyes ran down his body and she saw he was wearing an expensive tailored suit that fit his muscular body perfectly. She heard a throat clear and Mia felt her face flush as she realized she had been staring for a couple minutes in silence. She pulled her eyes up from her inspection and saw that he was smiling at her, his eyes knowing.
"It's alright. I caught you before you hit anything." She brought her eyes back to the man holding her. His eyes were a beautiful golden color and again she caught herself staring. He was just as delcious as the first man, if maybe a bit more muscular and broad. She mentally smacked herself for staring at these two men when all they probably wanted to do was get her off them.
"I'm Gabe and this is Dean." The golden eyed man offered.
"Thank you. Both of you." She softly said, looking back and forth between them. Gabe and Dean were both sexy and muscular, but while Gabe had longer black hair slightly spiked up, Dean's hair was blonde and buzzed short.
"No, problem..." Dean's voice trailed and his head tilted. She just stared before realizing she hadn't told them her name.
"Mia." She blurted out, blushing at being caught staring yet again. She hoped they just thought she was still waking up rather than an idiot.
"Beautiful name." Gabe said, his arms tightening briefly around her.
"Well, Mia, it seems it may be a bit before we get out of here." Dean said. Mia sat up and reluctantly pushed away from Gabe's hard embrace, and began to stand. Dean gently reached out and grabbed her arm, helping her stand. She stumbled slightly because her legs were shaky and fell against his hard body. He steadied her and she reluctantly pulled away. She looked up then and blinked when she realized how tall they both were compared to her. She stood at a petite 5'1 while they both towered at least a foot over her. She always loved tall men, men who made her feel small and protected. She flushed when she felt her nipples harden. She hoped they couldn't tell through her suit jacket.
She dragged her eyes away from them and it suddenly hit her that she was stuck in a tiny place. The two large men crowding her did not help. She began to pant, backing slowly away into the corner. She hunched over once her back hit the wall.
"Hey, princess." Gabe said gently, coming over. He knelt down, bringing himself to her eye level. "It's ok, we'll get out of here soon."
"No. We're stuck!" She argued, blindly staring at him.
"No, we're not. Just an hour or so. That's all. We will be ok. You're ok." He tried to reassure her but she continued to panic. She was struggling to breathe, rumbling on under her breath. Neither of the men could calm her, even though they both tried for a few minutes.
"You're fine. We won't let anything harm you." Gabe continued to say, stroking her hair back gently.
Just as she began to calm, letting his hands soothe her, the elevator started to move and then jarred to a stop again. She stumbled forward against his hard body.
"No!" She cried, pushing against him and begin panicking again.
"Look at me." Gabe commanded firmly.
She looked up, surprised. His voice was different. Before it had been calm and gentle, soothing her. Now it was hard and brook no argument. His rough fingers stopping stroking her hair and moved to grip her chin and forced her eyes up to meet his. Her panicked eyes met his, her breath erratic. His jaw clenched as he saw her panic. He cursed softly before suddenly bringing his mouth down hard on hers.
She jerked in surprise at the contact. His mouth opened against hers and his thumb, still on her chin, pulled her mouth open. His tongue thrust its way into her mouth. She couldn't help but moan at the contact and the taste of him. She was in a daze, still scared from her ordeal and turned on by the man before her. He was taking control and she couldn't help but response.
She moved without thought closer to his body, bringing her small curvy body against his. She had to go on her tiptoes to wrap her arms wrapped around his neck. Gabe growled deep in his throat when whe felt her response. His hands moved down her back and stopped to cup her ass through her skirt. He squeezed and rubbed and she moaned, shifting and encouraging him to continue as she felt her nipples harden.
His fingers bunched in her skirt and slowly began to pull her skirt up as his tongue conquered her mouth. She moved restlessly against him, wanting him to move faster. Wanting him to expose her body. She moaned at his touch, her panties becoming soaked as his huge hands finally pulled her skirt up and around her waist. Those big hands now cupped her ass. He groaned and gripped her ass tighter when he realized she was only wearing a thong and a pair of sheer silk stockings.
He shifted and pushed one hard thigh between her legs. She gasped as he lifted his leg up, forcing her to straddle his muscled thigh. He then began to move, rocking her pussy against his thigh. She couldn't believe how good it felt as he continued to ravage her mouth. He kept going until she was close to the edge. She pulled her mouth away from his and arched her back up, exposing her neck.
"That's so good, Gabe. Keep going. Yes!" Mia moaned. "Oh...oh..." She was going crazy, rubbing her pussy against his thigh. He brought his mouth to her neck, licking and nibbling.
"That's it, princess. Fuck, you're so hot. I can feel your wet pussy through your stockings." His words had her panting and getting so close. He reached down and pushed a hand into her blouse, popping her a couple buttons. She didn't care though because her thumb found her hard nipple and he rubbed. The next minute she was coming hard against his thigh, crying out and clenching his thigh tightly with her legs.
She collapsed against him. Gabe caught her, murmuring against her ear soothingly, still rubbing her nipple. He then gently pushed her away, lowering his leg.
"Baby, lets get you out of these clothes. It's getting hot." His voice made the suggestion a command but she didn't care. She obediently allowed him to pull down her stockings and strip off her jacket and white blouse, leaving her bare except her bra and a tiny thong.
She looked up and blushed realizing Dean was still there. His hot gaze was watching as Gabe stripped her almost naked. She realized he had watched the whole thing. Her eyes dipped down and she saw that his hard cock was pushing against his pants. Her embarrassment didn't stop her though from watching the two men pulled off their clothes, stripping to their boxer briefs. She swallowed hard realizing they both were tattooed up and their bodies were toned and muscular. They both turned to her, their gazes running over her semi naked body.
Gabe moved back to her first, leaning down to capture her mouth again. He pulled away slightly. "Feel better?" He questioned against her mouth.
She nodded, blushing. "I'm sorry....I don't know what came over me. I don't ever -" She was cut off as he kissed her hard.
"Princess, no excuses. I wanted that. You responded." He stared down at her hard, refusing further argument.
"Yes, but it won't happen again." She said firmly.
She blinked when Gabe just grinned and said, "Oh, it will. And soon." With that he brought his mouth back down. She moaned and, unable to help herself, responded.
Gabe crushed her against his bare chest and turned her slowly around. He pulled his mouth away to say, "I think it's time that Dean got in, don't you?"
Before she could react she felt Dean come up behind her amd his hands slowly ran up her sides. She shivered when his hands brushed the swells of her tits. She began to pull away, about to stop it, thinking it was wrong to have two men touch her when Dean nudged her legs apart and without hesitation pushed her thong aside. He then stroked a finger against her wet pussy. She couldnt help it and moaned against Gabe's mouth, shuddering with pleasure. She was powerless to stop it.
"You like that, baby?" Dean said, kissing her neck. He bit gently down. "Oh, you like that." He laughed with pleasure. "You know how I can tell?" He didnt wait for a response and said, "Your pussy just clamped around my fingers."
