by S. Nelson
“Sweet? Some might call me a controlling psycho after spewing all that.”
“Not me. And isn’t my opinion the only one that matters?” She leaned over and moved her hand to rest on the seat between my legs, cupping my balls a second later. Then she moved her hand up and to the left and gripped me. “I can’t wait to taste you.” Her lips pressed against my earlobe. “I can’t wait for Andy to taste you too.”
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, the combination of her words and the way she stroked me through my jeans enough to almost make me run off the road. “Stop.” I grabbed her hand and held it against my stomach. “If you wanna make it to the hotel alive and in one piece, you’ll stop teasing me. Save it for when we get there.”
“You’re no fun.” She pouted, situating herself back into her seat.
“You won’t be sayin’ that in a little bit.”
The arrangements had been made to meet Andy in her hotel room at ten, which was only fifteen minutes from now. Traffic wasn’t heavy, but the same couldn’t be said about the nerves swirling through me. I was excited, yet I was also apprehensive, which wasn’t like me. Then again, I’d never had a three-way with a woman I had deep feelings for before either.
When I finally pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, I couldn’t stop the overwhelming feeling I was gonna stick out like a sore thumb. I’d been torn on whether to wear my cut, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to myself, as if that could be completely avoided in the first place, and wanting everyone to know exactly what club I belonged to. In the end, I decided against it, only wearing jeans and a white T-shirt, and of course my trusty worn-in brown boots.
“Of course, she’d have to stay in a place that probably costs a fortune,” I mumbled as I found a spot. I stepped out of my truck soon afterward and was on her side a moment later, holding the door for her as she exited.
“Andy always has to have the best, including accommodations.” Her tone wasn’t sarcastic or scathing or anything of the sort. She was simply stating facts about her friend… I meant her ex. Although, they were just friends now, had been friends with benefits until I came along. Then again, both Andy and Zoe were cashing in those benefits once more tonight.
With her palm in mine, we strode through the doors and headed straight for the bank of elevators. I didn’t have time to take in the opulence of the grand lobby with its several chandeliers and marble flooring, not to mention the huge staircase as soon as we entered. Okay, so maybe I noticed a few details before we stepped inside the elevator.
“What floor is she on?”
“Eighteenth,” she answered, fidgeting with her hair.
“Nervous?” I tightened my hold on her hand and she looked up at me.
“No. Kind of.” A small smile found its way to her mouth. “Are you?”
“Not in the way you think.” I watched as each new floor number lit up the screen above the doors, counting right along with the digital display.
“What does that mean?”
“I’m not even sure myself.” I tugged her into me, needing to feel her against me. I needed her silent assurance nothing was gonna change between us after we did this, even though she had no idea that’s what I craved from her since I never bothered to tell her in the first place. I’d divulged my crazy thoughts to her once today, I wasn’t about to have a repeat. She’d run for sure.
The chime of the elevator car sounded, alerting us we’d arrived at our designated floor. As soon as the metal doors parted, I stepped to the side, waving my arm out in front of me to allow Zoe to exit first.
“Such a gentleman,” she murmured, smiling at me before she stepped into the hallway.
I followed, leaning down close to her ear. “That’s the last time I’ll be one tonight.” I smacked her ass and she gasped, but she reeled it in right before she knocked on Andy’s hotel room door, which was conveniently located right around the corner from the elevator.
The door swung open and her ex stood there in a short, white robe, her belt loosely tied at the waist. Her breasts weren’t as big as Zoe’s, but they were nice, her nipples pebbled against the silky material. Her dark hair was down, styled in waves, resting directly below her collarbone. She was close to Zoe’s height, their builds somewhat similar. There was no doubt she was attractive, and while I should’ve been revved up to go, I couldn’t help but wonder what she’d be thinking during the act. Would she be making love to Zoe or just having sex? The former would bother me, but there was no way to know her thoughts without asking, and I wasn’t about to delve into that scenario.
Andy glanced from Zoe to me and back again, her smile widening as she devoured the sight of my woman. Possessiveness curled through me, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t react, not in the slightest because the sole reason we were standing in this hallway right now was because we agreed to include Andy in an experience, one she’d shared with Zoe before.
I stepped inside behind Zoe, standing only a foot from the two of them. They hugged, kissing each other’s cheeks, Andy’s brown eyes darkening with the quick embrace. She finally tore her gaze away from her ex and approached me.
“I was so happy to hear you wanted to do this,” she purred, her accent curling around each word. “Zo and I haven’t ever included a man before. You’ll be the first.” I glanced to Zoe and she gave me a shy smile, reaching back to grab my hand, but I moved my arm slightly out of reach.
“I think now is as good a time as any to discuss some rules we came up with,” I said with definitiveness, arching a brow for emphasis.
“Of course.” Andy grinned, keeping her eyes on me and not Zoe for once. “What are they?”
“The only woman I’ll be fuckin’ is Zoe, but you and I are free to kiss and touch each other. But if at any point, any of us change our minds and want to either stop or implement another rule, we’ll do just that.”
“Sounds reasonable,” she responded, trailing her manicured nail between her breasts, separating her robe more than it was already. “Anything else?” She cocked her head and licked her lips. I shook my head, and she finally looked at Zoe. “Is that the dress you bought at that little shop in Paris we went to last year?”
“How do you remember that?” Zoe fidgeted with the little black lace number she had on, the back split open to showcase the majority of her back.
“I remember everything about our time together.” I detected an ache in Andy’s voice that made me slightly uncomfortable, and before we went any further, I needed to make sure she realized that Zoe was mine.
“I do have one more thing,” I added. Both women looked up at me curiously. “Zoe is mine. So, if you think by me allowing you to fuck her tonight that she’ll come back to you, that’s not gonna happen.” I made sure to keep my tone calm, my body language relaxed. “I want you to understand the point of tonight, which is just for the three of us to have fun, but that’s as far as it goes.”
I half expected Zoe to chastise me for my boldness, but she didn’t. She remained quiet, allowing my words to sink in, waiting for Andy to either call it quits right here or proceed, knowing Zoe would never be hers again.
“I like him,” she finally said, stepping into me and running her hand down the middle of my chest. “I see the way she looks at you, and you at her. I had that once with her, but I know it’s over. I only want her to be happy.” Whether she lied, to herself or to us, I couldn’t readily detect, but as long as she voiced her acknowledgment, I’d continue with our plans. Andy glanced over at Zoe. “Can I kiss him?”
My eyes landed on Zoe’s a heartbeat later. If I saw the slightest hesitation on her face, I’d refuse on her behalf. But the only things I saw in her expression was heat and curiosity.
“Yes,” she finally responded, my heart already on its way to arresting if this was how hot the rest of the evening was gonna play out. Never had I wanted to expose yet shield someone from what would happen in the bedroom. My thoughts and feelings jumbled together, only making half sense to me in the mo
ment.
Andy stepped closer until she was flush against me, the heat of her skin making me excited and edgy all at the same time. She raised up on her tiptoes at the same time I lowered my head, coming down to meet her mouth.
Her lips were soft, and it was only seconds before she opened for me, her tongue stroking mine, slow and steady. She was a good kisser, but I preferred the taste of my woman.
Zoe stepped in close to us, running her hand down my arm while she ran another over Andy’s back. When we pulled apart, I grabbed Zoe and slammed my mouth over hers, pushing my tongue inside, delirious for her taste to replace Andy’s.
She pulled back seconds later. “You taste like her,” she said, biting her bottom lip.
“Does that upset you?”
“I thought it would, but it doesn’t. Not much, anyway,” she added, and I knew exactly what she meant. We’d discussed what we thought we’d possibly feel before we even came here tonight.
Jealous but simultaneously turned on.
“See if she tastes like me.” I turned the two women toward each other, my dick jumping in my pants at the sight of them inching closer.
Andy appeared slightly more eager to kiss Zoe, pressing against her, which made Zoe take a step back, but she didn’t get far because I was right behind her, halting her movements when my hands landed on her waist.
“I miss kissing you,” Andy whispered, but I heard every word. Again, a twinge of envy heated my blood, but I tamped it down when their lips connected. Then I heard the faintest groan escape from my woman, and I tightened my grip on her, wanting all of her sounds for myself while also wanting to hear how much she enjoyed the taste of Andy.
Moving Zoe’s hair to the side, I ran my tongue along her neck, then up to her ear, sucking on her lobe, then catching the flesh between my teeth. She hissed into Andy’s mouth and their kiss intensified.
“Suck on her tongue,” I demanded, breathing heavy when she complied. “Now bite her lip. Gentle. She’s gonna need that mouth of hers to use on you later.”
Andy halted the kiss and looked at me. “I’d be okay if you bit me, too.”
“That’s up to Zoe. Nothing happens without her say-so.” Zoe turned her head to the side and searched for my lips, kissing my stubbled jaw before I lowered enough for her to drive her tongue into my mouth.
“Thank you,” she whispered, low enough only I could hear.
Andy grabbed hold of Zoe’s face and pulled her away from me. “Would she be okay if we all took off our clothes now?”
“Yes,” she answered without hesitation, fiddling with the loosely tied belt before pushing the robe behind Andy’s shoulders. She raised her left arm and tangled her fingers with the back of my hair while her other hand landed on Andy’s neck, lightly squeezing before she moved down to tease her nipple. Andy’s hand disappeared up Zoe’s skirt, and a second later, she pressed her ass into me. “Right there,” she groaned, grinding her hips into rhythm with Andy’s fingers.
I had no doubt they were inside my woman because Zoe decided against underwear tonight, and while I wanted to sever Andy’s touch, I couldn’t deny I was so fuckin’ turned on, I wanted to come right then. We’d barely started, and I was on the verge of losing my mind, but it was too soon to tell whether that was a good or bad thing.
20
When I stepped through that door earlier, I didn’t know what to truly expect. Andy and I had shared a lover before but never a man, and never a man I was falling for. I was possessive over his touch, yet I wanted Andy to experience it. I wasn’t greedy over Andy because I didn’t possess those feelings for her any longer.
Our sex life had always been fantastic, which was why I agreed to sleep with her even after we broke up, as long as she was aware we weren’t getting back together.
A part of me knew she wanted more, but the other part had been selfish, agreeing to hook up when I needed the touch of someone I cared about, even if love was no longer part of the equation on my end.
I removed my hand from Andy’s breast and grabbed her wrist, stopping her from fingering me. I pushed her arm down and away from me, a fleet of disappointment dancing across her beautiful face.
“I need to take this off.”
Both reached for the side zipper of my dress, Andy backing up when Brick made a noise in his throat.
She laughed. “He’s possessive over you. I’m jealous.” Her grin froze, but what she said was the truth. She was jealous, but she agreed to this. I only hoped she didn’t get hurt in the process.
Andy had always been a bit of a drama queen, making situations seem bigger than they were. I supposed it was her way of gaining attention since she never received any from her parents, who were too busy worrying about her younger sister who’d been addicted to drugs. I often let her go, but every once in a while, I felt the need to call her out. She was a good person, and at first, I was upset over the breakup, as most would be, but we weren’t a perfect fit. Hindsight and all that. Plus, our jobs never allowed us time to work on our relationship because we worked so much. In the end, we agreed to split up amicably.
And now here we were, about to have sex with the man in my life, someone I wanted to protect from the world, especially after what happened to him and his friends, but who I also wanted to show off to everyone I knew. I was smart enough to realize not everyone would understand the vibe between Brick and me. He’d stated numerous times how we were from different worlds, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be with him, to be consumed by him, and that was all that mattered to me.
Brick gripped the zipper and dragged it downward, the metal teeth separating until the fabric gaped. Andy was the one who pulled my dress from my shoulders, shimmying it to my waist and over my hips until the material gathered at my feet. I stepped out and moved it to the side. I was left only in my heels.
“I was kind of hoping you’d wear those red sheer knickers I love, but this is good, too.” Her sly smile kicked up when I pulled her hand back toward my pussy, her eyes alight with lust when she pushed two fingers back inside me before I could demand she do so. “So much better,” she uttered, capturing my mouth, and swallowing my moans.
Brick kissed my neck, biting down on my shoulder when I pressed my ass against him, wanting to give in to Andy’s touch but not wanting to come so soon. But if she kept working me over like she was, pushing deep and circling my clit with her thumb, I wasn’t going to be able to hold back.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy, baby,” he growled, anchoring me to him when he circled his arm around my waist. I was lost between them both. Andy had my mouth and was tending to the ache between my legs, while Brick’s strength held me upright, his lips lingering over my neck and shoulders until his teeth came out to play. Then he pinched my nipple, the sting of pain pushing me further toward release.
“Wait,” I whispered against Andy’s mouth. I squirmed between them and found my voice when nothing changed. “Wait.”
Andy stepped back and withdrew her fingers, parting her lips to say something, but Brick swung me around to face him, his hands holding me steady.
“What’s the matter? Do you want to stop?”
His concern for me was endearing. All I had to do was nod and he’d whisk me out of this room, no questions asked. But I didn’t want to stop. I simply wanted to slow down. I didn’t want to rush through the experience.
Instead of answering his questions, I made a statement. “You still have your clothes on.”
“I can help with that.” Andy looked at Brick, then me. “Can I undress him? I want to see what’s underneath.”
“Can she?” he asked, patiently waiting for my response. The only hard and fast rule I’d had for tonight was that he couldn’t fuck her, and I was sticking to that, but as the moments passed, I was curious to see how far I could push myself in what I would allow to happen between my ex and my new man.
“Yes.” One simple word threw open the window of my budding lust and curiosity. Andy and I were naked, save for my heel
s, which I kicked off to the side, decreasing my height by several inches and making it so that Brick was truly towering over the both of us.
Moving behind her, I slid my hands over her back and down to her backside, cupping her round cheeks. She had a great ass, soft, round, and pliant, even though she’d tell me mine was better.
She turned her head to the side so she could see me. “Can he touch me, too?”
“Yes,” I answered, locking my eyes with his after my response. I raised a brow and he nodded, telling me he was okay with it as well.
I realized everything Brick was cautious of doing was because of me and how I’d feel. He found Andy attractive, and why wouldn’t he? She was beautiful and had a killer body, but he was hesitant to do anything without my permission, something I appreciated but wasn’t used to. To clarify, he did what he wanted with me in the bedroom. He hardly ever asked. He knew me well enough to not push me beyond my limits, which were few with him.
“Take off your shirt.” She grabbed his belt as he reached for the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it up his body and over his head before she managed to unhook his buckle. Her fingers stalled on the button of his jeans. “What happened?” She touched near the wound on his chest and he flinched, his eyes darting to me as he clamped his mouth shut. I was the one to move her hand back to his waistband and away from the constant reminder he was almost taken from me.
“He was in an accident.”
She stole air to ask another question, but he interrupted her.
“I’m fine,” he muttered, licking his lips, and hooding his eyes to distract her. Whenever he gave me that same look, all I wanted to do was rip his clothes off. For a fleeting moment, I hated he looked at her like that, but I understood why. He wanted her to leave the topic of his “accident” alone and get back to why we were here.
“Unbutton his jeans.” I kissed Andy’s neck, teasing her nipples with my fingertips before cradling her breasts in my hands, pushing them together, then apart, repeating the motion several times. Her heart beat faster beneath my touch, and I bet if I reached between her legs, she’d be drenched.