Unsurpassed

by Charity Parkerson

  Ryan collapsed against her, pinning her between him and Max. Almost as if by rote, Max and Ryan both rolled to their sides pulling her between them. Cradled against Ryan’s chest, Max buried his face in her breasts. She held his head there, enjoying the tiny sensations running through her as his lips touched her nipple. Her breath came out in harsh gasps. An overwhelming exhaustion weighed down her limbs. Closing her eyes, she gave up the battle against it.

  It seemed as if she’d only dozed off for a moment before Ryan touched her shoulder pulling her from sleep. Glancing at the bedside table, the red numbers on the clock proved she’d been asleep for around an hour. “Sorry, baby,” he whispered, leaning over her. “I’m scheduled to teach a self-defense class this morning, so I’ve got to head out, but I’ll be back in a few hours. I didn’t want you to wake up wondering where I went.”

  Thankfully, she was too tired for any sense of humiliation to rear its head. “Okay,” she answered sleepily as he bent to touch his lips to hers. Ryan took her bottom lip between his own, making no other move to deepen the kiss. It was a sweet moment, one filled with promise, and despite her exhaustion, hope filled her chest.

  The only light in the room was streaming from the open bathroom doorway. Aubree used it to watch Ryan finish dressing. The muscles in his back flexed as he tugged a t-shirt over his head. A flutter began in her stomach. It seemed she would never adjust to having such sexy men around her even after they’d been inside her. With one last kiss on her cheek, Ryan gave Max a pointed look, one that left Aubree curious. Any questions she had died on her lips as Max’s arm fell across her side and he drew her backward into his embrace. Tucked against Max’s chest with his warm breath fanning across her hair, Aubree’s eyes fell closed once more.

  * * * * *

  Ryan was back before Max and Aubree had the chance to get going for the day. The previous night’s events left him wanting more. The memory of Aubree’s body tightening around his cock combined with the expression on Max’s face as she took him down her throat, had him determined to recreate both reactions. There was nothing sexier than Max in throes of passion. Before he got the chance to lure Aubree back to bed, a knock landed on the door. He moved to answer it before the sound caught Aubree’s attention. The last thing he wanted was for her to get dressed. Drew stood on the other side with his feet braced apart and his arms crossed over his chest. Since his friendship with Drew had landed them this weekend stay, Ryan decided to play nice. Pasting on a fake smile, he greeted Drew with such enthusiasm it seemed ridiculous even to him. “Hey man! What brings you around?”

  Drew’s eyes moved over his shoulder. Ryan knew immediately he was there for Aubree, and Drew’s first words confirmed it. “Can Aubree come out and play?”

  Ryan bit back a curse. Even though Drew’s presence meant their plan was working, he wasn’t ready to hand over Aubree quite yet. “You just missed her,” Ryan lied blatantly. Drew seemed genuinely disappointed. Ryan didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. Waiting would feed Drew’s interest.

  “Okay. Well, tell her I’ll be here at noon tomorrow to take her to lunch.”

  Ryan held onto his smile by force of will alone. “Not giving her a chance to refuse, huh?” He worried that some of his true feelings bled into the question when Drew eyed him carefully. Ryan kicked his smile up a notch in compensation.

  “You know me,” Drew answered after a moment. “I’m ruthless when I want something.”

  With a promise to deliver Drew’s message, Ryan slipped the “do not disturb” sign in place and locked the door. Max stood there, his shoulder leaning against the doorway of the bedroom. Ryan nodded toward the bathroom, before heading in its direction. Max tilted his chin showing he understood Ryan’s signal before falling in step behind him.

  The last wisps of steam from Aubree’s shower hung in the air. She leaned close to the mirror swiping ChapStick over her lips. Her wet hair fell in dripping waves down her back and the fluffy white towel wrapped around her body was the only thing hiding its beauty from sight. Ryan’s dick hardened painfully at the first glimpse of her. It was always the same when she was around. The difference between this weekend, and every other day before it was, he no longer needed to hide his reaction to her. She met his gaze in the mirror and smiled.

  “Did I hear someone at the door?”

  Pushing her wet hair aside, he pressed his lips to the back of her neck. He smiled in satisfaction as chill bumps immediately covered her skin. “It was Drew. He plans to take you to lunch tomorrow at noon,” he answered, seeing no reason to lie. Turning in his arms, she met his stare questioningly.

  “Am I going?”

  With a tug at the towel, Ryan stripped it away from her body. His mouth went dry at the vision of her delicious curves. “Yes,” he answered absently. “You’re still allowed to have friends.” Smoothing his hands up her sides, he encircled her waist, hauling her against him until he was sure she could feel his erection between them. “As long as you remember who this body belongs to now.”

  Inside Aubree’s mind, she was screaming for more. Catching sight of Max standing quietly in the open doorway, she met his hooded gaze over Ryan’s shoulder. “Are you afraid?” Ryan asked against her ear.

  “Of what?” Although Aubree felt sure she did know what Ryan referred to, a naughty part of her wanted to hear him say the words. He didn’t disappoint.

  “We’ll both be inside you at the same time. If you don’t think you can handle it, then I want you to tell me. We can take this slow.” Lifting his hand, he absently stroked the skin at her collarbone as he continued speaking. He watched the motion of his fingers as if enthralled. “Neither of us want this to be painful for you, and I promise it won’t be.”

  “Have you ever noticed this is your go-to move?”

  Ryan’s heated gaze moved from where his fingertips brushed along her collarbone to her eyes. His brow furrowed. Confusion was written in the lines of his face. “What?”

  Aubree pointed to where his palm rested near her shoulder. “As long as I’ve known you, you’ve always touched me in the same spot, no matter what we’re discussing.”

  His face cleared and a small smile played upon his lips. “You’re beautiful,” he said as if it explained everything. “I always want to touch you, but right here.” He ran the tips of his fingers along the spot once more. “This is where I’m always imagining my tongue to be.”

  His reasoning shook something inside her, and Aubree realized she couldn’t keep this up. She needed to know where this whole thing was heading. “What are the two of you doing to me?”

  “Claiming what’s ours.”

  She loved that Ryan didn’t pretend to misunderstand her question or hesitate when he answered, but still, she needed more. “And this doesn’t bother you? You don’t feel jealous or expect I will eventually choose one over the other?”

  He tilted his head to once side, assessing her. “Can you choose?”

  “No.”

  “Even after last night?”

  “Especially after last night,” she answered honestly.

  The tiny grin hovering on his lips grew into a luminous smile. “Good. We don’t want you to. What’s it going to hurt to give us a shot?”

  “Honestly? It will hurt a great deal if this ends with me never able to see you again.”

  “Let me rephrase my question. What do you have to lose?”

  She knew what Ryan was trying to say, and she didn’t have any intentions of walking away from whatever was happening, but she still spent a second looking back and forth between the men. She wanted to scream her fear of losing their friendship. In the end, Aubree held her silence. Max’s muscular bare chest and Ryan’s soothing touch were stealing away her good sense. Everything else was secondary to having them inside her. It wasn’t love. It was a raging desire to experience the sensory overload only they could provide.

  Instead of answering Ryan’s question, Aubree ran her fingertips over his abs as she brushed past him. Holdin
g her head high, she headed for his bed. Halfway there, Max overcame her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he lifted her feet from the floor, rushing her along. Max pressed his mouth to her ear. “I won’t hurt you.” As if accentuating his words, he cupped her mound, and ground his palm against her clit.

  With his one touch, she was already panting. With his fingers moving over the spot where she wanted him the most, Aubree rode out the sensation while enjoying the sight of Ryan stripping out of his clothes. With protection in place, Ryan sat on the edge of the bed while reaching for her. Max gripped her hips, guiding her toward him.

  “Max needs to get ready, baby. We have to keep you safe. In the meantime, I’ll keep you company.” The mischievous glint in his eyes had her straddling his hips without a second thought. She was drawn to the playfulness he always offered. His humor fell away on a moan as she sank down onto his cock. Ryan buried his fist in her hair, forcing her mouth to his. Nipping at her lips, he surged upward. The sweet spot at the apex of her thighs began throbbing again with need.

  Signaling his return to the action, Max flattened his palm between Aubree’s shoulder blades, giving her a small push. At his cue, Ryan fell onto his back taking her with him. The sensation of Max’s lips as they connected with the small of her back caused her to cry out in need. He traced a hot path up her spine until he reached her ear.

  “You’ll have to help me out.” He ran his fingers over the entrance of her ass leaving behind cool moisture, making Aubree realize he was using some form of lubricant. The pressure of the head of his cock stretched her wide. It stung, but wasn’t painful. “Rock back against me when you think you can take more of me.” She did as Max instructed, conscious of how the pair filled her completely. The sounds coming from Max’s throat drove her wild, making her feel powerful while Ryan encouraged her to keep moving with his hands. Tilting her chin back, she let her head rest against Max’s shoulder and allowed the men to control their pace.

  “If you could see the way you look right now,” Ryan said sounding more turned on than any man should. “So fucking sexy.”

  Max fingered her clit adding to the overabundance of sensations racing through her and sending her over the edge. Her muscles locked tight as someone gripped her almost painfully. She didn’t care. It merely enhanced the awareness of her body. The echo of her name and the sweat slipping between them were memories she gathered closer to her chest. She hoped by the end of the weekend, she would have a thousand of those minute details to carry home with her, because she knew this couldn’t last.

  Chapter Three

  Aubree stared at the dessert menu wishing she had the nerve to order something. There was no way in hell she was eating anything else in front of someone as fit as Drew. She’d been surprised to realize Mandy’s usual position at the hotel was as a waitress. Having the girl’s skinny model body hovering over her as Aubree lusted over the cake didn’t help matters in any way.

  “The chocolate is delicious,” Mandy said as she filled Aubree’s glass with water. “You should get a slice.”

  Aubree forced her face to remain blank. If Mandy had ever eaten anything sweet in her life then Aubree was the president. She set the menu aside.

  Drew’s smile made her wonder if he could read her mind. “Anything catch your eye? I mean, besides me, of course.”

  Before Aubree could answer, the glass of ice water Mandy held between her fingers slipped an inch, hitting the edge of the table, causing the clear liquid to sail out in an arc before splashing across Drew’s shirt.

  “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry, Mr. Alexander,” she cried as she flashed a wide grin in Aubree’s direction with a wink. Aubree covered her mouth to hide her horrified laughter as she realized Mandy’s move had been intentional. “Let me get a towel. I can’t believe I did such a thing.” She bustled away and Drew chuckled.

  “Hmm, it seems we’ll have to go back to my room so I can change. I might have to leave her a bigger tip for helping me get you alone.” Not trusting her voice, Aubree tossed her napkin on the table and pushed her chair back, prepared to stand. Drew reached out halting her progress. “There’s no need to rush. I don’t mind spending a little time wet for you, if you’d like to try the chocolate cake. Especially if it means you’d be willing to spend time wet for me afterward.”

  The laughter Aubree managed to hold at bay up to this point burst from her lips without warning. “You’re so outrageous.”

  Drew’s wicked smile showed not a hint of remorse. “I didn’t hear a ‘no’ in your statement.”

  Rolling her eyes, Aubree stood. “Come on. If you catch a cold because of me, there’s no telling what you’ll expect in return.”

  Aubree spent the elevator ride to Drew’s penthouse doing her best not to stare at the way his wet, expensive button-down shirt clung to his skin. It seemed a night of wild sex had caused her hormones to rage completely out of control and now she was molesting every man with her eyes. Not every man, she conceded, only sexy fighters with too many muscles and an overabundance of charm. When the door slid open, Aubree all but leapt from the small moving room. She couldn’t stand another moment trapped inside with Drew oozing testosterone. As if he could read her mind and had decided to challenge her self-control, Drew was out his shirt before she could blink or look away. She blamed the lack of warning for her reaction when her mouth fell open at the sight of him. His body went beyond all description. It should’ve been illegal.

  “Damn you’re sexy when you blush.”

  As the words fell from Drew’s lips, Aubree realized she was up against a seduction expert who was totally out of her league. Somehow, he managed to pitch his voice in such a way that she felt as if he’d growled against her ear while he was fucking her. It was easily the most sexual experience she’d ever had fully clothed, and she forcibly turned her face away to keep from doing something she couldn’t take back.

  “You don’t fight—” Aubree froze mid-sentence as she caught sight of the man coming out of the bathroom. “Max?”

  Max’s steps faltered and he shot a nervous glance around the room as if searching for an escape. A second later, Ryan stepped from another room appearing equally as trapped. “Ryan?” Aubree asked, feeling like an idiot, but unable to stop. “What are the two of you doing here?”

  “I’d like to hear the answer to that as well.”

  Gone was the seductive tone. Aubree caught herself checking to see if she was still with the same man. The change from playful to poised-to-strike was extreme and Aubree was almost frightened of Drew for a moment, until his hand came to rest on the small of her back.

  The anger over seeing the two men rifling through his things tested Drew’s control. His first reaction was to make them bleed. The panicked look Aubree shot him brought him back in check. When he touched her back, her entire body relaxed. He hoped it meant she understood his anger wasn’t directed at her. He could tell by her reaction, she was every bit as surprised by the men’s presence in his room as he was. Unfortunately, touching Aubree had the opposite effect on Max.

  “You didn’t waste any time jumping in bed with him. All it took was a free lunch.”

  Aubree drew back as if she’d been slapped as Max’s strike hit its mark. Even Ryan flinched at the accusation. She didn’t attempt to defend herself. The pain flashing across her eyes made Drew want to snap Max’s neck, but since it had been Drew’s intention to use every trick in the book to lure Aubree to his bed, and she was perfectly free to do as she chose, he couldn’t understand Max’s venom. The only thing Drew could think of was that Max was trying to turn Drew’s attention away from him.

  Running a tired hand across his eyes, Drew sighed. “I’m going to need a new shirt before I can deal with this shit.” As quickly as possible, he dashed inside his room and slipped a cotton t-shirt over his head before returning to the sitting room. In his absence, Ryan and Max had taken over the chairs on one side of the coffee table while Aubree sat alone on the couch opposite them. Filling the empt
y spot next to Aubree, Drew draped his arm over the back of the settee. He intentionally kept his pose relaxed while also making a physical connection with Aubree. He didn’t want either man to mistake his aims toward her. If this was a case of Max attempting to play the jealous lover, Drew was up for the challenge, and he always won.

  Max’s eyes followed the line of Drew’s arm until they came to rest on where his fingers brushed Aubree’s skin. Drew cleared his throat to bring Max’s attention back to him. He raised his eyebrow in question. “I think you need to explain what you’re doing here before I lose my patience.”

  Dropping his gaze to his knees, Max brushed his hands over his thighs as if nervously searching for the right words. “My dad has dementia,” he said after a moment, and Drew slid down in his seat, propping his boot on the table in front of him as he recognized this was going to be a longer explanation than he first thought. “He took a turn for the worse about a year ago,” Max continued. “And I couldn’t take care of him any longer so he went to live in a nursing home. Anyhow, not long afterward, I went to visit him and we watched one of your televised events. You won the match by submission thirty-seven seconds in. It was impressive. Dad flew into this excited rant over how proud he was to have you as a son.”

  A terrible sense of foreboding overcame Drew. He ground his back teeth together. Max kept up his story as if he hadn’t dropped any bombs on Drew’s life. “At the time, I brushed it off as one of his not-so-good days, but then he kept talking about it every time I came to see him even at the most lucid of times. The more details he gave me, the more I began to wonder if he was telling me the truth. I started looking into things and it turned out everything he said added up. As much as I wanted to deny he’d cheated on my mom, I couldn’t ignore what I’d learned.”