Holding his gaze, she shrugged out of her bra as well. She left the shoes. For one thing, she’d have to bend over to loosen the straps. For another… well, they made her legs look great. Which Max affirmed when his gaze finally dropped from hers to rake down her body.
He let his gaze linger for several seconds, until she thought she wouldn’t be able to continue standing.
Then his hands went to his belt.
And she took a step forward.
“No.” She waved a finger at him. “I’ll do that.”
His eyes narrowed but he moved his hands to the cushions on either side of him.
She smiled and took a step closer. “Now don’t move.”
Chapter Nine
Jesse heard the front door open and knew Max was home.
But when he heard Mary Alice’s voice, he stopped in the second-floor hallway. And then he didn’t hear anything.
Goddammit.
He told himself he wasn’t going downstairs. He’d told Max he wasn’t going to—
Fuck.
Shoving a hand through his hair, he turned to go back to his room. But he couldn’t force himself to go in and close the door behind him.
He stood in the doorway, hands on the doorjamb.
Just go inside and close the door.
He knew he should.
He couldn’t.
Turning, he headed toward the stairs, deliberately making no sound as he walked.
The stairway led into the kitchen, where the light over the stove cast the rest of the room into shadow. He knew their home like the back of his hand so he knew exactly where to stand to get the best view of the living room.
When he finally came to a stop, he had a full view of the action.
His jaw locked as he caught sight of Mary Alice, her arms curved behind her as she unhooked her bra then let it drop to the ground.
He barely heard her say “Now don’t move” before she went to her knees in front of Max and Jesse lost sight of her.
God damn, he should go back upstairs right now. Before—
He heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down and his cock throbbed and swelled.
Sonovabitch.
“I don’t want you on the floor.”
Max reached down and lifted her onto the couch next to him.
Jesus, she looked like an angel, her pale skin luminous in the dark.
Then Max leaned closer and whispered in her ear and her head shot around until she stared straight at Jesse.
He could barely see her face in the dark but he didn’t think he imagined the shock in her expression.
“Jesse.”
He was halfway turned around when he heard her call out to him.
“Don’t go.”
Lust blazed through him at the warmth in her voice, stealing his breath. He couldn’t have heard her right. No way had she asked him to stay. Did she want him to watch? He couldn’t imagine she wanted him to join in. Could she?
No fucking way.
He turned and took a few steps back toward the living room. She sat on the couch, facing the back, her arms lying along the top of the cushions, hiding her nudity, though he didn’t think that’s why she did it. She didn’t seem embarrassed by or ashamed of her body and she had no reason to be.
Slim. Sleek. Perfect. Beautiful.
What the fuck was she doing here?
“Why?”
His voice sounded like five miles of gravel road but she didn’t back off.
“Because I asked you to.”
His gaze narrowed. “And what is it exactly you want to do while I’m here?”
Now she did look a little uncertain. “Join us.”
His jaw locked against the immediate instinct to say yes. But if he did, he knew they’d open a can of worms they’d never be able to close.
But he couldn’t make his feet move.
Then she held out her hand.
He couldn’t deny he wanted to take it. But he didn’t have to. He shouldn’t stay.
Even if he wanted to.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
She continued to stare straight into his eyes. “I know what I want. If it’s not what you want… I’ll understand.”
No, she wouldn’t. She’d think he was rejecting her and he didn’t want that.
Maybe it’d be for the best.
Best for who?
He glanced at Max, who watched him with a steady gaze. No condemnation, no encouragement.
But then he knew what Max wanted. He wanted everything. And sometimes, you couldn’t have everything.
Tonight, though, they could have her. She was giving herself to them on a platter.
And yeah, he wanted her.
He walked to the couch, stopping just out of reach.
“And what if I want more than you’re willing to give?”
Her head cocked to the side. “How will I know if you don’t ask?”
His arms crossed over his chest. “And if I want to watch Max fuck you until you come, you’re gonna be okay with that?”
Did he see relief flash through her eyes?
“Yes.”
“And if I want to fuck you when he’s done?”
She swallowed hard and her cheeks flushed a brighter red. “Yes.”
Fuck.
Instead of closing those last few inches between them, he shook his head. “Why?”
“Because this is my part of our arrangement.”
Jesse exchanged a look with Max, who looked as confused as Jesse felt.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I told you I had my own conditions. That I wanted something out of this arrangement. This is what I want.”
Jesse shook his head but Max took her chin in his hand and turned her to look at him.
“You have to spell it out, Mally. We don’t want any confusion.”
She took a breath but didn’t break his stare. “I want to be with both of you. Now. Tonight.”
A surge of lust made Jesse’s hands curl into fists as Max leaned closer.
“Be very sure you know what you’re asking.” Max’s tone was deadly serious. “Because I don’t want you to come back at us later and say we coerced you.”
Her eyes narrowed as she shook her head, making him release her chin. “I wouldn’t do that.”
Jesse wanted to believe that. His cock swelled with blood and throbbed behind the zipper of his pants.
Max released her chin with a stroke. “Then show us what you want, Mally.”
The nickname sounded right to Jesse and he noticed her slight shiver. Then he saw her gaze shift down Max’s body. Her shoulders moved but he couldn’t see her hands.
He wanted to see what she was doing.
Jesse was halfway around the couch before he realized his feet were moving. When he finally had a full view, he saw Mally pulling Max’s pants and underwear down around his hips, freeing Max’s cock.
She immediately reached for him, wrapping a hand around him while she leaned in to press her lips against his.
Max met her halfway as Jesse slid into the chair opposite the couch, his own cock stiff and ready. He had the almost overpowering urge to unzip his own pants and stroke himself while he watched but that felt almost like he’d be intruding on her fantasy. And he had no intention of hijacking her control.
Max was having a hard time with that as he cupped her head in his hands and sank deeper into her kiss, turning her head to get a better angle. She didn’t protest. Instead she started to stroke Max. Tentatively at first, then harder as Max began to thrust into her hands.
With Mally on her knees beside Max, the angle of their heads made for an awkward kiss but Max took care of that by grabbing her hips and repositioning her across his lap.
Naked, she straddled him, her pussy brushing against his cock. She moaned at the contact and arched her back, rubbing herself over his erection. The sleek length of her back made Jesse want to pet her then
smack the round curve of her ass. He had to force himself to stay in his chair.
Max kissed her with single-minded intensity, his hands taking the same journey Jesse wanted to, but when he reached her ass, he cupped her instead of smacking her.
Jesse heard Mally moan, watched a shiver run through her then nearly lost it when he saw Max lift her to position her over the tip of his cock.
Her head fell back as Max eased her down his shaft, his gaze now laser-focused on her face. Her long hair fell down her back, brushing against Max’s thighs as she took him in completely.
But Max wasn’t going to be content with slow. He fucked like he did everything, hard and fast.
Mally didn’t seem to have any objections. She followed his every unspoken command, her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as she rode him.
Jesse couldn’t see her face but he heard her soft moan every time Max thrust deep. Jesse’s cock hardened to stone, his lungs laboring for air.
Max was having a hard time holding it together. Jesse couldn’t blame the guy.
Christ, he hoped when it was his turn to have her, he could hold on at least long enough to get her off.
Which was probably what Max was waiting for. One of Max’s hands had moved around to Mally’s front, where Jesse couldn’t see, but the cry she gave made it clear she liked whatever he was doing.
In the next second, she shuddered, slamming down onto his thighs and holding there, arms wrapped around Max’s shoulders, her forehead buried in his neck.
In the next second, Max groaned on one last thrust.
The only sound now filling the silence in the room was the sound of their heavy breathing.
Mally couldn’t catch her breath.
She couldn’t stop her racing heart either. And even though she’d just come so hard she swore her teeth were loose, her lust was already rising.
Because she felt Jesse’s intent stare on her back. Every breath she took was laced with Max’s scent, so utterly male it defied an easy label. She couldn’t help but wonder how Jesse would smell. And feel. And taste.
But she didn’t want to move, not now that Max had his arms wrapped around her, cradling her like he truly cared about her and not just an object of his lust.
Isn’t that how you see him?
She wasn’t going to answer that, not even to herself.
Then she felt Max press a kiss against the top of her head, so damn softly, she almost thought she’d imagined it. Then he did it again and she knew he hadn’t.
In the next heartbeat, he lifted her off his lap and set her on the cushion next to him. So she faced Jesse.
The blazing-hot desire in his eyes made her pussy clench and, though she couldn’t really believe it, she was ready to go again.
She must’ve made a move to rise but Jesse shook his head and stood. Her gaze dropped to his waist, to the bulge behind his zipper. Just as big as Max, if not bigger.
She’d never been the kind of girl who compared. If a guy knew how to use his equipment, size really didn’t matter. Not that she was an expert but she had enough experience to know.
But Max was one of the biggest guys she’d ever had sex with. And holy hell, that had been amazing.
Add Jesse into the mix…
Closing the distance between them, Jesse stopped in front of her, staring. As if trying to figure her out.
Or maybe simply watching to see what she’d do.
She reached for him, hooked her fingers into his belt loops, and tugged him closer.
But Jesse had his own agenda. Like she’d done before, he went to his knees in front of her, holding her gaze as he spread her legs then used his shoulders to spread her open even farther.
Leaning forward, he put his mouth on her pussy with no more hesitation and her head fell back as her eyes closed. She felt movement beside her but Jesse ate at her with so much fierce intent, she could do nothing but let him have her.
Unlike with Max, who’d basically let her fuck him, Jesse took her. His tongue flicked over her clit then lapped between her labia, making her squirm as he worked her over-sensitized flesh.
Grabbing her hips, he held her down when she wanted to move, pinning her to the couch, completely at his mercy.
Another orgasm began to rise. She knew this one would be stronger than the first. But she wanted Jesse fucking her when she came.
So she held back, enjoying the sensation but not letting herself fall over the edge, no matter what he did. It was touch and go for a few seconds but she managed to hold on until finally Jesse growled and rocked back on his heels.
“Stubborn.”
Her eyes opened, the hint of amusement in his tone curving her lips. “Always have been.”
Then she realized Max was no longer by her side. Her gaze darted around but Jesse reached and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“He didn’t go far. Trust me, he’ll be back in a minute. He won’t want to miss this.”
Jesse rose to his feet again, hands on the button of his jeans and then the zipper, pulling it down and shoving his jeans below his hips, releasing his cock.
“Lay out, Mally.”
She loved hearing her nickname from Jesse just as much as she had from Max and she obeyed without a second thought.
That’s when she saw Max return, his pants zipped but not buttoned and his shirt still untucked and mostly unbuttoned. Just looking at him made her heart pound. Then Jesse grabbed her legs, pulled her closer and hiked her up to just the right height. And impaled her on his sheathed cock.
She had a second to wonder if they kept condoms hidden in the couch before Jesse’s cock stretched her wide.
Moaning, she couldn’t process the sensations flooding her. There were too damn many.
Jesse’s pace was different than Max’s. Slower, more deliberate. Max had had an urgency that had heightened every feeling. Jesse seemed determined to make her so damn frustrated she screamed.
She gripped the cushion beneath her as he lifted her ass off the couch with his hands around her ankles. The angle of penetration hit a different spot inside that lit her up. Moaning, she closed her eyes, letting Jesse hold her high and fuck her hard.
“She likes that, Jesse. You can tell by the way her lips move.”
Max’s voice came from above, making her stomach clench at the sheer sexiness. He hadn’t said much when she’d been with him but now it seemed he had a lot to say. And he could talk all night for her.
Moaning, she arched a little higher as Jesse worked his cock back inside on a slow push. She hadn’t expected Jesse’s deliberate attempt to make her lose control. She’d thought Max—
Jesse thrust in hard, making her breath hitch.
“Open your eyes, Mally.” Max didn’t suggest, he demanded. Her eyes flew open, looking into Jesse’s as Max continued. “Jesse wants to see your eyes when you come. He wants to see how fucking responsive you are.”
She didn’t know why she continued to resist. Maybe because this felt so amazing. Maybe because she worried she’d never have this again. Maybe—
Her orgasm hit her hard, every muscle in her body tensing as she tried to tighten around Jesse’s cock even more. He continued to pump into her until she could barely breathe. Then finally, he thrust once more with a hard grunt and she felt his cock twitch and flex inside her.
For several long seconds he held her gaze in an intimate stare until finally his cock stopped pulsing.
Gently, Jesse disengaged and laid her back out on the couch. Dropping onto the cushion beside her, he reached for her immediately and pulled her onto his lap.
Beside her, she felt Max sit. Turning her head, she found him watching her carefully. His slightly mussed hair made her smile and his gaze narrowed.
Reaching for him, she dragged her fingers along his jaw, feeling the muscles jump under fingers.
Raising an eyebrow, he held up her clothing.
And a shiver of apprehension ran through her.
Was he telling
her it was time to leave? Or simply being considerate?
Jesse’s arms loosened and finally fell away as she leaned back and reached for her dress and underwear.
Deliberately holding Max’s gaze, she stood, dropping her dress on Jesse’s lap and shimmying into her bra and panties. Both men watched her every move as she grabbed her dress and shrugged into it, tying the bow at her side.
She waited for either man to say something then realized they were waiting for her to make the first move. And the silence was starting to get awkward.
Should she say thank you? She certainly wasn’t waiting for them to declare their undying love. Why was this so hard?
Maybe it was best to stick to business.
She turned to Max. “Are you going to need me for other events this week?”
If she’d surprised him, he didn’t show it. Instead, he stood. “It’s possible. I’ll look at my schedule and let you know tomorrow.”
Behind her, Jesse stood. “I’ll drive you home.”
No way. That would be even more awkward than this was already becoming.
She glanced over her shoulder. “No. If you don’t mind, I’ll take a taxi.”
“And if I do mind?”
She thought she heard irritation in Jesse’s question but he didn’t get to be pissy. Not now. If anyone had the right to be pissed, it was her. What the hell was with these two?
“I’ll tell you I’m a grown woman who’s decided she wants to take a taxi home.”
“A woman who just came around both of our cocks.”
A blush burned her cheeks at Max’s dry statement but she refused to be intimidated now. If she was going to dictate any terms in this relationship, she had to start now.
“Yes, I did. And I plan to again another night. But tonight, I’m going home.”
Behind her, she heard Jesse on his phone, ordering a taxi, but she couldn’t drag herself away from the gleam in Max’s eyes.
“So this…arrangement of ours will continue.”
She nodded. “I agreed to the terms. Six months as your date.”
“And the sex?”
She would not let him intimidate her. “Will continue as long as all partners are willing during the same six-month period.”
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