by Cari Quinn
He hadn’t exactly seemed thrilled at the idea. Just as he hadn’t been thrilled when she’d tied him up with silk scarves. Or the time she’d consented to anal play if he would wear a butt plug too.
A smile snuck free as she ran a fingernail along the container of lube. He’d ended up enjoying himself both times, so no harm no foul, right?
He never balked at anything she requested. Reason ten thousand he was entirely too good for her but she’d be damned if she would clue him in to that fact.
She sighed and rebagged her new purchases. New experiences could only help her book. Going to the club wasn’t a big deal. If they didn’t like it, they’d leave.
Thirty minutes later Marcia strode to the front door of Cale’s second-floor walk-up, condoms in her purse and seductive smile in place. Tony had said to pick him up here because he’d dropped his car off for maintenance. When the door swung open after her knock and she was confronted with Cale’s sweat-stained T-shirt and his drop-dead gorgeous smile, maintenance sounded excellent to her too.
A lube job in particular. And she’d even brought her own supplies.
“Hey, Blondie. You selling cookies?”
“Nope, only cookie I have is mine. And it’s not for sale.”
With a wink, she patted his damp chest and sidled past him just in time to see her lover, sans shirt, haul a huge piece of plywood over his head and lean it against the wall. Muscles rippled up and down his back and flexed in his tight shoulders. She’d spent many nights recently with her head on one of those shoulders, listening to the sound of the rain and Tony’s deep voice as he told her about his day. He tended to be a talker, though when it came to sex he usually didn’t get too verbal. He was more about action than words in that case.
Cale was a whole different story. If the twinkle in his light-blue eyes indicated anything, she’d bet he could make a porn star blush.
“How about available for loan?” Cale murmured as he came up behind her. He kept going toward Tony, hefting his own huge slab of plywood with an easy strength that made her thighs quiver.
It took her a minute to get what he was referring to. Oh right. Her cookie. Available for loan. Hmm. Partner swapping. That was something else she should probably mention in her book. Though Cale didn’t have a current girlfriend to share with Tony, which was a damn good thing. She wanted both men to herself.
Greedy bitch.
She smiled and waved her clutch purse as Tony flashed her a grin. “Hey there, sexy,” she said in her cheeriest, of course I’m not horny voice.
He strolled over to her and enfolded her in a bear hug, burying his nose in the curve between her neck and shoulder. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” She tugged on his hair, well aware Cale’s gaze lingered on them from across the room. What was he thinking? “You look pretty beautiful too,” she said, lowering her voice so only Tony could hear.
“Yeah. All sweaty and dirty.” His grin broadened as she reached up to wipe away the smear of dust on his cheek. “Think I should change before we hit the club. We’ll have to head home first.”
“Works for me.” She kissed his clean cheek. “Thanks. I know you’re not really into going.”
“I was thinking I’d bring reinforcements.”
“What do you mean?”
He eased back and gripped her upper arms with his wide hands. He held her tighter than usual, his fingers digging into her skin. “How do you feel about Cale coming with us?”
Chapter Three
Marcia’s breathing sped up in time with her heartbeat. Again her gaze sought Cale’s. He’d continued to gather their tools and straighten up, but he didn’t bother with the pretense of actually seeming occupied. His attention was squarely on them.
Now she knew why.
“He’s into it?” she asked, feeling stupid. Of course he was. If her opinion of Cale’s bedroom practices held any water, she had a feeling anything went with him. Anything, anywhere, maybe with anyone. She stared hard at Tony. “And how into it is he?”
Maybe he wasn’t just into her. Could he be into his best friend as well? If so, how exactly did she feel about that?
“You look nervous. You’re never nervous.”
She narrowed her eyes at her lover. “Of course I’m not nervous. Does he like voyeurism?”
“Guess we’ll find out, huh?” Tony slung an arm around her shoulders and turned to address Cale too. “Reassure Marcia you’ve never been to Kink either, would you? She’s freaking that you’re some kind of old pro.”
“I am not freaking,” Marcia muttered. Maybe she was. Just a little.
“Never been there, Blondie.” He held up two fingers. “Scout’s honor.”
“As if you were a Scout.” She rolled her eyes as Tony’s hand crept toward her breast. Normally he wasn’t touchy-feely in front of people but maybe he was trying to get things started early. “As if either of you were Scouts,” she added.
“Never heard you complain about that before.” Again his fingers brushed her breast, except this time they went straight for her puckered nipple. Cale’s gaze locked on the movements of Tony’s hand, causing a renewed surge of moisture between her thighs.
“Guess you like what I’m wearing,” she said to Tony, watching his fingers as they toyed with the vee of her dress. Knowing Cale was watching too made her stand just a little straighter, thrust her chest out just a bit more.
Her breasts were her best asset, besides her brain. Not that anyone she knew would’ve guessed she felt that way. Unfortunately her brain took second billing because she couldn’t show it off in cleavage-enhancing clothing.
“It’s sexy as fuck.” Tony leaned down and kissed the side of her neck, leaving a wet, hot trail behind. Definitely not the only part of her hot and wet. “Just like you.”
“Speaking of sexy and fucking,” both men chuckled, “did you tell Cale about my book?” she asked.
Discussing her book helped distract her from the knowledge Cale was coming to Kink with them. She’d wanted a chance for the three of them to get down and dirty and this scenario was working out better than she could’ve planned. But still. What if she was biting off more than she could chew? Or swallow?
“Your sex manual? Of course he did. He wanted to sign me up as your research partner when he needs a break.” Though Cale was grinning and so was Tony, Marcia noted an obvious charge in the air. And this charge sparked between all three of them.
“Oh you did, hmm?” She glanced at Tony, trying to peer into his head. Did he know she wanted a threesome? Was he being his typical wonderful self and offering to let her do whatever she needed to feel good? Or did he want to share her with Cale?
She sighed. Too many damn questions. She’d have to start getting some answers soon or her head would explode.
“I did. You know you want to sleep with him, Marsh.”
The bald statement reverberated in the room, bringing a sharp flush to her cheeks that quickly spread to the rest of her body. She started to object until her libido prevailed.
She wanted this. Wanted Cale. And there he was, right in front of her in his sweaty T-shirt for the taking.
“Yes.” She took a deep breath. “I do.”
“But?” Tony prompted.
“But only with you there.” Though she looked directly at Cale, she addressed Tony. “I’m not looking to hop beds. I’d rather share them.” She attempted a smile as another uncomfortable rush of anxiety shot through her system. At least she sounded calm. “Now that my panties are on the doorknob, what about you two?”
Cale set down a length of shelving and dusted his hands on his hips. “Surely you’re not asking if I want you, Blondie. I think all three of us know I’ve wanted you since the first day we met.” When she only stared at him blankly, he added, “Don’t you remember? You asked me if I had money for the vending machine then spent my ten even though you only needed a buck.”
Marcia couldn’t help but laugh. “I forgot my lunch. I paid you
back, didn’t I?” Even as she responded, his statement played on a continuous loop in her head.
Surely you’re not asking if I want you, Blondie.
Hearing it said aloud, seeing the truth in his glacier-blue eyes—oh boy, she hoped she could make it to the club without spontaneously having an orgasm.
“Yeah, makes sense that would turn you on.” Tony shook his head, smiling. “Masochist? You? Never.”
“More like I appreciate a woman with balls.”
Marcia sucked in a deep breath as Cale came closer and tipped her face up to his. He and Tony were only a few inches taller than her five-six, plus her two-inch pumps. Even so, she felt as if she had to crane her neck to meet his eyes.
“Though I have to say,” his gaze dropped, “I appreciate those gorgeous tits more.”
She wet her lips and didn’t reply. But her racing pulse and hard nipples said plenty.
“Gorgeous doesn’t cover it, man. Trust me.” Tony tugged at the flimsy top of her dress, exposing her miniscule pink lacy bra. “Go ahead,” he encouraged Cale.
“Shouldn’t the lady tell me to go ahead?”
“Thank you,” she said, directing her attention to her lover. So much was said in the look they shared. She conveyed her gratitude for his setting up the threesome she hadn’t had the nerve to ask for and also for taking the lead when she wasn’t quite sure of herself. “Go ahead,” she added softly to Cale.
Tony kissed her forehead, the gesture surprisingly tender considering what they were about to do. “My pleasure,” he murmured while Cale’s long fingers freed her breasts.
“Gorgeous doesn’t cover it,” Cale agreed, staring so fixedly at her nipples that they lifted as if they were tugged by invisible pulleys.
“You can touch,” she said, her voice equally soft.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he exchanged a glance with Tony. “Not yet,” he replied finally, closing the hooks he’d just undone. Then he pulled her dress back into place and shot her a grin loaded with promise. “We’ll save that for Kink.”
* * * * *
“This doesn’t seem too bad, right?” Marcia tossed back the last of her second whiskey sour and smiled at her men. If she didn’t say so herself, they were the hottest guys there.
They were also the only guys she knew, thank God. To ensure that, she’d surreptitiously called Spence from the bathroom to confirm he and Kelly weren’t planning on coming by tonight.
There was being open-minded and then there was just disgusting. Hanging out in the same sex club as your little brother definitely fell into the disgusting category.
Luckily Spence and Kelly were knee-deep in store stuff. He’d been more than a little surprised to hear she was checking out Kink. Of course he’d had to do his full Spencer thing. He’d tried—and failed—to lecture her about the possible dangers of a sex club and what she needed to watch out for. She’d shut him up by telling him the guys she’d be having a threesome with would watch out for her just fine, thank you very much.
She grinned into her drink. God, she loved annoying Spence. Despite his being almost thirty-seven, he would always be her baby brother.
“Suppose it’s okay,” Tony said as he took another swig of his beer.
Blue light spilled over the bar from the sconces high on the walls, glinting off the rows of liquor bottles and adding an otherworldly quality to the room. The music, loud and suitable for grinding up against someone, was standard for this sort of joint. She’d been bumped more than once by couples dancing their way up to grab a drink. Or a handful of someone’s ass. Hers probably still had fingerprints on it from the last guy who’d tried to grope her before noticing how very taken she was.
As a couple of men wandered past, Tony squeezed Marcia’s shoulder, discreetly staking his claim. “Least I haven’t seen any cocks,” he added.
“I know. Dammit.” She hadn’t seen much of anything yet. Anything interesting anyway. Just people drinking and dancing and the occasional overenthusiastic couple executing tongue gymnastics. So far they’d only made it a few feet past the door. The place was freaking packedon a Saturday night.
The distress in her voice made Cale laugh. “Anytime you want to change that, we’re ready and able.”
She glanced down at the bulge in his jeans while he tapped a foot on the rung around the bar. Unlike her and Tony, he was sipping seltzer. He didn’t drink, ever. He was also militant about playing designated driver when she or Tony had had a bit too much. She didn’t know why but she’d never asked. Everyone was entitled to their secrets as far as she was concerned. “So how ready are you?” she asked, letting the intensity of her stare convey exactly how ready she was.
They’d arrived. They’d seen—well, a little. Now it was past time to come.
Cale rose and cupped her chin in tense fingers, nudging her back against the equally hard male behind her. Tony’s bottle clinked as he set it down. Then he gripped her waist, guiding her bottom against his erection. His lips closed over her earlobe just as Cale’s mouth touched hers, his breath carrying a faint hint of lime from his drink.
Soft. His lips were so soft, and she hadn’t been prepared for that. Somehow his tenderness tilted this moment away from pure sex to something more. He didn’t have to be careful with her—hell, she was a sure thing—but he was. And that was so goddamn sexy.
His hold on her face tightened as he exerted gentle pressure, urging her to open to him. He didn’t have to prompt her twice. Her lips parted and he slipped his tongue inside, stroking hers with slow thoroughness.
Tony slid his arm up between her breasts and pulled her close. When his teeth razored along her neck, she shuddered and her body went limp between them, a sterling invitation for Cale to intensify his kiss.
Drawing back slightly, Cale caught her breast in his palm and squeezed. “Pretty tits,” he murmured, somehow making the word tits sound almost romantic. His voice, so low and rich, trickled through her system, increasing the juice saturating her panties.
Tony rarely dirty talked. Since she was a doer rather than a talker herself, that didn’t bother her much. But she had to admit she looked forward to Cale continuing his erotic comments, especially as he twirled her tight nipple between thumb and forefinger.
“Light pink,” he said as if drawing them in his mind from memory. “So light and delicate I’d probably bruise you if I pulled too hard.”
Could Tony hear Cale over the loud music? He was busy sucking on her neck the way she loved but she wanted him to hear everything she did, to be a part in every way. She shouldn’t have been able to hear Cale either but his lips moved against hers, branding the words on her flesh.
“Try it,” she said breathlessly, shifting her head so her lover heard her demand too. “Bet I don’t bruise.”
“She likes bruises sometimes.” Tony swished her dress over her ass so fast she actually blinked. “Don’t you?” The question was accompanied by a quick slap that reverberated straight to her pussy.
Nodding, she made a sound of acquiescence in her throat, incapable of speech. Anticipation fired inside her, blasting any hesitation away. If she visited Kink only this once, she wanted it to be the visit of her life. Whatever the cost, she would be decisive from here on out. She’d always been that way before, hadn’t she?
So what the hell had happened to her?
She’d thrown away her job, taken a step into the unknown. Fallen for a guy who was safe in many ways and dangerous for her in a dozen others. She’d sworn off falling for anyone after her disastrous divorce and for the most part, hadn’t wavered. But if any man could make her change her mind, it was Tony. Even so, she wasn’t going to be afraid of the aftermath of tonight’s actions. Whatever happened was for the best.
Now if she could only remember that.
“Let’s go check out the rest of the club,” Cale said as a woman balancing a tray of drinks nearly upended one over his shoulder. “See if we can find our own dark corner where we can watch. And participate.”
He drew his fingertip down her nose. “Got your pad, Blondie? I know you’ll want to take notes.”
“I have a photographic memory.” She was way too hot and bothered to think about writing stuff down. Hopefully she’d be able to recall some of it tomorrow.
“Filled with dirty pictures,” Tony agreed as Cale nudged her in front of him and pushed her forward.
“You star in most of them,” she shot back.
Her lover came up beside her. “Not all of them? Need to rectify that.”
Together they made their way across the crowded dance floor and up the narrow winding staircase to a low-lit spacious room with plenty of seating and erotic art on the walls. Reggae music contributed to the relaxed vibe, as did the ease with which most people seemed to accept nudity. Marcia gulped in a breath and watched the dirty couples in particular. She could see people talking and eating—food at any rate—any day.
There were plenty of people engaged in clothed conversation but there were definite pockets of naughty. One woman rode her lover with careless abandon, her long white-blonde hair rippling down her back. His hands clenched her ass as he jerked her up and down.
Marcia grabbed her necklace and worked it through her fingers. Fuck, that was hot.
“Like what you see?” Tony asked against her cheek, his hand enfolding her needy breast.
“Mmm-hmm.” She pushed her nipple into his palm. “Big-time.”
A totally naked guy wandered past them, his full cock swinging proud. She let out a happy sigh. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
“He wouldn’t satisfy you,” Tony said, his voice confident. He still caressed her breast, more brazenly than before.
Maybe he was getting into this too? A girl could only hope.
“Neither would a six-pack and a loaded cheese pizza but that doesn’t mean I don’t crave them when I’m hungry.”
Cale laughed and motioned for them to follow as he led the way across the lounge, choosing the first door that branched off the main room. As soon as he pushed it open, sharp slaps stung the air and a woman’s brutally suggestive moan sliced through the stillness.