by Eden Bradley
But it did.
Don’t think.
Everything would be fine, anyway. Better than fine. He would have Matteo again. And Leigh. Maybe both of them together. Yes, that should keep things interesting enough to distract him from his constant thoughts about Leigh.
Yes, the two of them together…one lovely feminine body, and one long, lean male body…the contrast of their skin…cock and pussy and all his to touch, to taste.
His cock sprang to life, going hard between his thighs.
Oh yeah, this he could handle. With pleasure.
Leigh’s meeting had gone well. She was in a good mood, humming to herself as she slipped her dress down over her head. It was a lightweight, pale green cotton knit that matched her eyes and hugged her body. Not that it would stay on long. Her clothes were never on for long with Jared. She’d stopped wearing underwear entirely unless they were going out, as they were tonight. She paused in front of the mirror over her dresser to pin up her blonde hair and add some lip gloss and a pair of silver hoop earrings, then slipped into her sandals before locking her door and walking across the street. Her pulse fluttered, knowing she would see Jared in a few moments, even though he’d been in her bed just this morning.
Silly of her. But she couldn’t help it. She liked him.
She knocked on his screen door and he called out for her to come in. She stepped inside and he was walking down the stairs, pulling a black T-shirt over his head.
“I’m ready. Are you hungry, darlin’?”
“Starved.”
He kissed her cheek, then her mouth, his lush lips hot on hers. “I appreciate a woman with an appetite.” He growled, nipping at her lip.
“Oh, don’t start or we’ll never get any dinner.” But she flicked her tongue out to lick his lip and he came in for another quick kiss.
“My poor, deprived girl. How about Mexican food? I thought we’d go to La Serenata on Fourth.”
“That sounds perfect.”
He led her outside and helped her into his SUV, then came around the other side. It was only a few minutes’ drive to the restaurant. They parked and went in, ordering a pitcher of margaritas once they were seated at the booth.
Leigh sipped at her drink, letting Jared order their food, as he often did. It was a small thing, but she loved it when he took control. Something about the way he did it—he never made her feel as if her opinion wasn’t important. Instead, it made her feel taken care of.
“So,” he said when the waitress had walked away, “I have something to tell you.”
“That sounds ominous.”
“It doesn’t have to be.” He picked up his drink, took a swallow. “I have a friend…well, he’s more than a friend. Matteo is a musician. He plays a beautiful Spanish guitar. He travels a lot. And in between he often comes to stay with me. He sort of lives with me part time. I’ve never mentioned him because, well, I didn’t realize at first that we’d spend so much time together, you and I.”
He was watching her, his dark eyes serious.
“Jared, did you think I’d be bothered by it? That you have a sort-of room mate?”
“No. But maybe that I haven’t told you sooner.”
“As you said, there wasn’t any reason to.”
“And because he’s not a room mate, really. He’s my lover.”
“Oh.”
Had she intruded on a relationship? But why would Jared have slept with her if that was the case? He hadn’t struck her as the sort of guy who would do anything dishonest. She felt oddly let down.
“Does this mean… Are you and he…together?”
“Ah, it’s nothing like that. We’re together when we’re together. No strings. Is that your only concern?”
“Well, that and whether or not I’ll see you while he’s here.”
“Those are your only worries?”
“What else should I be worried about?”
“That I’m bi.”
Her response was instinctual. Honest. “Are you kidding? The idea of seeing you with another man is pretty hot, actually.”
He smiled at her then, his dimple creasing his cheek. “Oh, you are a dirty girl, aren’t you?”
“But you like that about me.”
“I do.” He took her hand, turned it over and stroked her palm with his thumb, sending shivers up her arm, into her body. “I’m glad you won’t mind Matteo being here.”
“When does he arrive?”
“Sometime tonight. I only found out a few hours ago. It could be late. I’m not certain. You’ll like him. The girls always do. He’s Spanish and Irish. Passionate. Stubborn. Beautiful. An irresistible combination. And he’ll like you.” He raised her palm to his lips, laid a soft kiss there, let his tongue flick onto her skin, his gaze on hers. “As much as I do.”
“I’ll look forward to meeting him.”
She was going wet, loving the sensation of his lips, his hot tongue, on her hand. And at the thoughts his words, his actions, inspired. Two men… Could Jared be implying what she thought he was? That Matteo could end up in bed with them?
The idea made her shiver. Having two men at once had been a long-time fantasy. Watching them together another one. Both at once was almost too much to think about.
Her body was heating up and she could hardly wait to finish dinner, to get back to Jared’s place. To get him into bed. And maybe, to see one of her fondest fantasies brought to life.
They ate quickly, and Leigh wondered if Jared was anxious to see Matteo, if he was thinking about the possibility of a ménage, if he was concerned about whether she and Matteo would get along.
Stop worrying so much.
Yes, she needed to just see what happened, not think about it or she was going to over-think it. Either she and Matteo would mesh well or not. He’d find her attractive or he wouldn’t. And vice versa. She still wasn’t entirely certain that Jared had been hinting what she thought he was. What she hoped.
By the time they got back to his place her body was on fire, buzzing with possibilities. They pulled into the driveway and found another car already parked there, an old, hard-topped Porsche. Jared turned to smile at her.
“He’s here.”
She smiled back, nerves lighting up her skin, making her stomach flutter as Jared came around to help her from the big SUV, led her up the flagstone path to the front door, opened it.
He was sitting on one of the overstuffed chairs, his legs swung over one arm, an acoustic guitar in his hands. He was as beautiful as Jared told her he would be. Dark hair waving to his shoulders, his skin a gorgeous golden-brown. And his eyes were green, darker than her own, a deep shade of moss. Electric. He had his shirt off, and she could see that while he was more delicately built than Jared, he was still all muscle, long and lean. And his chest was perfectly smooth, his skin sleek, his nipples dark. He was smiling at them, his gaze assessing her.
Jared crossed the room in a few short strides, taking Leigh with him, her hand in his. He reached out and pulled Matteo to his feet, his arm wrapping around his neck to pull him in close. The two men kissed, and heat shot like lightning through Leigh’s body.
Jesus.
There was something almost terrifyingly erotic about those two masculine mouths meeting. She’d never seen anything like it, this intimate caress of lips between men, not this close up. Not with Jared holding onto her hand, as though she were a part of it.
They pulled apart, and Jared pulled Leigh closer.
“This is Matteo.”
“Hi, Matteo. It’s nice to meet you.”
Matteo was smiling at her, his teeth a brilliant white in his wide, lush mouth. He really was beautiful. He took her free hand in his, his long fingers wrapping around hers. His palm was warm, his fingertips calloused from playing guitar. She couldn’t help but imagine what those rough fingers would feel like on her skin…
“And you’re Leigh.” His accent was purely American, surprising her for some reason. “Jared told me his new neighbor was a beauty, b
ut I had no idea…” He turned to glance at Jared. “I hope you weren’t planning on keeping her all to yourself.”
“That’s entirely up to her.”
Matteo’s smile widened into a grin as he turned back to her, and she went hot all over as he gave her hand a squeeze. “I’ll have to work hard to charm you then, Leigh.”
She smiled back. He was charming enough already. And she understood fully that the invitation was there, for them all to go to bed together. Would it be too much if she simply screamed yes?
“Can I get you two anything? A beer?”
“We just came from dinner and a few margaritas. Have you eaten?”
“I stopped on my way from the airport. I didn’t want to waste time eating once I got here. I have a new piece I’ve wanted to play for you. Do you mind, Leigh?”
“No, not at all. I’d love to hear you play. Jared says you play beautifully.”
“I hope you like it. Come, sit next to me.”
Matteo was still holding onto her hand. He pulled her down next to him on the dark leather sofa. Jared sat on her other side.
Matteo began to play, his fingers fluttering over the guitar strings, making them sigh. The tempo built, a lovely rhythm that was sensual, sexual somehow. He was watching them, Leigh and Jared both, his green eyes gleaming, some sort of challenge in them. Or was she imagining that? He could certainly play. The music was gorgeous, Spanish-style guitar mixed with a bit of Caribbean flavor. She turned to look at Jared, and his gaze was on Matteo, but quickly flicked to her. He smiled, his dimple flickering in his cheek, and he took her hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb as they listened. The music, Jared’s touch, was sending heat spiraling into her system. And Matteo’s beautiful face, the intensity of his expression… What sort of lover would he be?
When Matteo was done he set the guitar down on the floor carefully.
“What do you think?”
“Brilliant,” Jared answered.
“You always say that.”
“It’s always true.”
“And you, Leigh? Did you enjoy my playing?”
“Jared’s right. That was brilliant. Gorgeous. So soulful.”
“Ah, I like this one, Jared,” he said, lifting her hand to kiss it, his soft lips lingering.
Jared was still stroking her other hand, and he moved his palm up over her arm, stroking her shoulder. She was shivering with need, with the sensation of the two men touching her at once. With the exquisite anticipation of what might happen between them all.
Jared moved closer, his mouth next to her ear, until she could feel his warm breath on her cheek. “Leigh, tell me what you want.”
It was a command, and yet she knew this was up to her. Knew she’d be crazy to turn this opportunity down.
“I want you both.”
Chapter Four
“Ah, wonderful.” Jared kissed her cheek, his hand slipping down over her collarbone, his fingers stroking the side of her neck. He’d come to know how sensitive she was there. He knew all her most sensitive spots already, had known instinctively almost since their first moments together. “I was hoping you’d say that. I thought you might.”
Matteo still held her hand to his lips, brushing them over her skin. His gaze was on hers, his eyes a beautiful dark green. Full of fire. Full of need. His lips were so damn soft, kissing the back of her hand over and over, then turning it over and sliding up to her wrist. Neither of them had touched her breasts, her sex, and yet she felt as close to coming as she ever had in her life.
“Jared…”
“What is it, darlin’?”
“Undress me, please.”
A small chuckle from him, then he pulled her dress over her head in one smooth motion. Matteo reached out and caressed one taut nipple with his fingertip.
“Beautiful breasts, Leigh. Damn perfect, really. I could write a song about them.”
She laughed, feeling freer than she ever had in her life, somehow. Powerful, desired by these two men.
“It’s true,” Matteo insisted, leaning forward and laying a soft kiss where his fingertip had been.
“Oh…”
Pleasure surged through her, her breasts aching, her lacy panties soaked. She was vaguely aware of Jared undressing behind her, but Matteo’s touch, his mouth, were making her crazy. His fingers were still stroking the undersides of her breasts as he feathered his lips over her nipple.
“Come on, Matteo,” she told him. Pleaded with him.
“I like that you’re eager,” he murmured.
“We’re just getting started,” Jared said, pulling her back, until she was reclining on his naked body.
He was a solid wall of flesh behind her—solid chest, tight abs, hard cock. His hand slid down between her thighs, his fingers teasing at the edge of her panties.
“Shall we take these off, Matteo?”
A sharp squeeze in her sex at the idea of being completely naked with them.
“Oh, yeah. Let me…”
Matteo sat up and ran both hands down over her sides, her thighs, and she parted them, wanting his touch, and Jared’s.
“You are eager,” Matteo said, smiling, his mouth soft and loose. He slid his fingers beneath the waistband and pulled down, slowly, slowly, his smile widening as her damp sex was revealed. “Ah, beautiful. You’re so wet already.” He pushed the scrap of lace down her legs. “I need to taste her, Jared.”
“Yes. Do it.”
Jared’s hands came around her, held her thighs, moving them wide apart. Then his hands slid in, until he reached her swollen pussy lips, and he held them open with his fingers. She was shaking, desire coursing through her like flame, scorching her.
“I love to feel your thighs shaking,” Jared whispered into her hair. “I love to see your nipples go dark and hard. I love to see you wanting. I’m going to love it even more when Matteo dives in and licks your sweet cunt. When he sucks on your hard little clit. When he makes you come in my arms.”
“Oh…”
She was too dizzy to speak. She could only watch with heavy-lidded eyes as Matteo did exactly as Jared had said he would. He leaned in, and his dark hair was like strands of silk on her thighs as he licked her, his tongue wet and impossibly hot. All the way up her slit, then down again. Gently, so softly it was driving her mad immediately. That, and the safety of Jared’s strong arms around her, his fingers hurting her a little as he held her open for Matteo’s searching mouth.
She could not believe this was happening. She could not believe how good this felt.
“I’m going to come.”
“Not yet,” Jared commanded. “Take a deep breath. For me. For us.”
She inhaled, held the air in her lungs. But Matteo never stopped, his tongue assaulting her, pushing into her now.
“Yes, that’s it, Matteo. Fuck her with your tongue.”
That hot tongue pushed deeper, slid out, then in again, the rhythm pure, wet pleasure.
“That’s so good, Matteo,” she murmured.
Her hips arched into his mouth, and Matteo’s hand moved around her waist, slipped behind her. Jared moaned as he shifted to let Matteo take his hard cock in his hand.
Jesus, she was really going to come.
“Jared…”
“Hold it back, my girl. I want him to stroke me. I want him to take us both to the edge.”
“Oh, God…”
Matteo’s hand was moving up and down on Jared’s cock. She could feel his rough movement against her back, could feel Jared’s harsh breath as Matteo stroked harder and harder. And his face was buried in her pussy, licking her, sucking on the tight, full lips, licking at Jared’s fingers, avoiding her hard clit.
There was so much skin and swollen flesh and stark, driving need, she could barely think. She bit her lip as desire spiraled, crested.
“Jared…”
“Almost there, my girl. Come on, Matteo. Harder.”
The motion of his hand increased, and Jared thrust his hips, his naked th
ighs strong on either side of hers. His fingers were biting into her pussy lips and Matteo licked and licked. She was going to explode.
“Now, Matteo.”
Matteo took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard.
She did explode, her climax shattering her, pleasure driving into her, shimmering and bright.
“Ah God, Matteo!”
He kept sucking, his mouth working her mercilessly as her climax went on and on, sensation bursting through her over and over again.
Finally the hardest sparks faded until all that was left was a skittering heat on her skin, in her sex. She realized Jared had gone still behind her, that Matteo had let him go. They were all panting. And as Matteo raised his head, she saw that his face was wet with her juices.
He stood, kicked his way out of his worn jeans.
His cock was beautiful, nearly as big as Jared’s, hard and golden-brown. Her mouth watered. Without thinking, she reached for him, and he moved in until he had one knee braced on the sofa cushions, but she hesitated.
“Do you want his cock?” Jared asked, his tone demanding an answer. She loved that, as always.
“Yes. I want to touch him. To take him in my mouth.”
“Perfect. Do it, Leigh.”
She leaned forward, and Matteo arched his narrow hips. His hands went into her hair, but gently. Jared’s hands were firm on her waist, and she loved the contrast, the hard and the soft.
“Come on, Leigh. Come on, beautiful girl,” Matteo urged.
She let her tongue flick out, over the swollen head. His flesh was sweet, smooth. He sighed quietly. She opened her lips and took him in.
“Ah, Christ, that’s good.”
She held the head of his cock in her mouth, swirled her tongue over the head, then took him a bit deeper. He was hard as rock, solid flesh beneath the silky skin. Lovely.
She wrapped her hand around the base, held him steady as she slid her mouth down, swallowing him, taking him deep. He groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair.
“That’s fucking beautiful,” Jared said, his tone low and guttural. “Suck him hard. He needs it.”
She took Matteo’s cock deeper, loving the way he filled her mouth, even the way her eyes watered as he surged forward. Loved that Jared was watching, that seeing her do this turned him on. She was still damp from her climax, but growing wet all over again, desire rising once more.