by Dana Delamar
When he looked at me, I realized my error. Hunger, need, and desire poured out of him with such intensity, I felt it like a physical caress. Heat pooled low in my belly, and my sex grew slick with my arousal.
Riley’s nostrils flared. “Open your legs, Paige,” he growled.
I did.
“Wider,” Carter said, his hand pumping Riley’s shaft, coating it with oil.
Gulping, I parted my thighs as wide as I could. Cool air brushed over my heated flesh, and I shivered. Goose bumps erupted over my body. “Oh,” I moaned.
“Jesus.” Carter poured more oil on his hand and palmed his own erection. It was long and hard, the head a purplish red. When he took himself in hand, a tingle of pleasure shot through me.
Oh God. I needed to touch myself. Sliding my hand down, I cupped my labia, relishing in the heat, all the while keeping my attention fixed on the men before me.
Carter’s hand latched onto Riley’s hips and the head of his penis was poised at Riley’s entrance. His face red and tense, Riley seemed to be holding his breath.
“Ready?” Carter asked.
Riley nodded but didn’t make any sound. Slowly, Carter’s hips flexed and the air whooshed out of Riley. He dropped his head and fisted the sheets in his hands.
From my angle, I witnessed Carter’s generous shaft disappear into Riley’s bottom. When Carter’s abdomen was finally firmly pressed against Riley, I gasped, only then realizing I’d been mimicking Riley’s breathing.
Both men held themselves as motionless as statues. Maybe to give Riley time to adjust to the invasion. I’d never had more than a finger in my bottom, and Riley had been the first to do that. Seeing them connected like this, I wondered how it felt. Surely it would be different than having a man in my vagina?
What if I had a man in both holes?
What would it be like to be joined to both my lovers at once? My thighs clenched, and with a desperate cry, I found my clitoris with my index finger. Circling it gently, I allowed the sensations to fill me.
At the same time, Carter pulled back and I caught a glimpse of his shaft, shiny with massage oil, before it quickly disappeared again. Both men groaned, pleasure contorting their expressions.
“Harder,” Riley shouted.
“I’m too close.”
“Do it.”
Carter nodded even though Riley couldn’t see him and pistoned his hips. It was amazing to see the flex of his cheeks, the curve of his back, the taut muscles rippling, not to mention the way Riley pushed with his palms to brace against each violent impact. The tendons in his neck stood out in sharp relief as he raised his head and cried out.
My fingers pressed against my clitoris, rubbing back and forth in time with each rock of Carter’s hips. And when he reached around Riley’s side to grasp his erection, my groans rivaled his.
“Get over here,” Riley said, his eyes drilling into me, tracking every movement of my fingers.
My gaze shot to Carter. When he nodded, I hopped off my table and stood beside theirs. Riley patted the space in front of him. “Sit.”
I climbed onto the table and straddled it, facing Riley, and awaited his next request.
“Lie down. Legs on my shoulders.”
My brows popped. The position would be… delicious. Again, I checked with Carter. If he didn’t want me to—
He licked his lips. “Now.” His voice had gone incredibly deep, raw even. With a bite. Like that first sip of tequila.
Okay, then. Shifting my hips, I lay back on my elbows. The position opened me up to the men. Exposed all of me to their hungry gazes.
Before I had a chance to reconsider, Riley swiped his broad tongue along my center. “Oh God.” When I caught my breath again, I swung my trembling legs over Riley’s shoulders.
Carter took hold of my ankles, circling them with his fingers. A loud moan escaped me. When had my ankles become erogenous zones? Heat rolled up my thighs, and another bolt of pleasure shot through my entire body.
While Riley licked and sucked every inch of my sex, Carter began to roll his hips. Riley held his hand up so Carter could pour some oil into it. Should I be concerned that they worked so incredibly well in tandem? Of course, this was hardly their first threesome. The men had openly admitted it.
Seconds later, Riley plunged two slick fingers into me and I forgot all my worries. My hips shot up and took on a rhythm to match Carter’s and Riley’s thrusts.
My arms quivered and ached with the effort of holding myself up. I lay down and found myself staring into Carter’s heat-filled eyes. The pupils were so dilated, the blue was gone except for a single dark ring. He let go of one of my ankles and used his free hand to smooth up and down Riley’s spine. Riley arched into his touch like a cat seeking to be petted.
Carter pulled my leg to the side, revealing what Riley was doing to me. It was decadent, sinful, and more exciting than anything I’d ever done.
I brought my hands to my breasts and pinched my nipples the way Riley had done to me. I imagined it was Carter’s strong fingers tweaking the tips, squeezing to just this side of pain. My gaze flicked between the two men, my two men.
The tingling sensation spread from my clitoris, linking to Riley’s fingers deep inside me, and then filled my entire body with an electric hum. “Oh, God. I’m coming!”
Riley lightened the touch of his tongue to keep me writhing on the edge of the precipice, several seconds that felt like an eternity. Until finally, he raked me gently with his teeth.
I exploded. Soaring on a wave of pleasure. Colors collided behind my eyes, reminding me of what I really wanted to see. Even as my body shook, I trained my gaze on the men in front of me.
Riley raised his head and inhaled my scent as he reached between his own legs and pumped his erection. Carter wrapped his arms around Riley’s chest and pulled him up so he was kneeling, then grabbed my calves to tug me closer.
Swatting away Riley’s hand, Carter took hold of Riley’s erection and moved his tight fist up and down, swirling his oiled palm over the head. I could see the pre-cum leaking from the small slit.
Riley moaned. “Oh, yeah. Fuck. Yeah.”
“That’s it. I’ve got you, Rye,” Carter whispered. The sweet words and tender expression on his masculine features had tears burning at the backs of my eyes.
Riley must have felt similarly, because his arm snaked up and hooked behind Carter’s head, drawing him down for a kiss. The men held onto each other, each with a hand on one of my legs, as they reached completion.
Riley looked down at me. His eyes were soft with lust and something else. He smiled, then cried out. Carter angled Riley’s shaft toward me and he emptied onto my belly. Shot after shot of warmth hit me, branded me. Drew my tears.
Carter grunted, his fingers tightening on Riley’s flesh and around my calf. His eyes rolled back and his entire body shook. When he finally opened his lids, his gaze landed on me. On Riley’s cum on my abdomen. Something flashed in his stare moments before he nudged Riley forward.
Riley braced himself over me. Carter blanketed him and ran a finger between my thighs, slicking it up with my juices. I gasped, then gasped again when he scooped up some cum from my belly before popping the well-coated finger between his lips.
“Mmm... so good,” he said on a groan. “Your tastes are the perfect mix.”
Riley elbowed him in the ribs. “Selfish bastard.”
Carter glared. “Get your own.”
Laughing at their antics, I forgot to be self-conscious of my position. Okay, “forgot” might have been too strong a word. Either way, I didn’t care. Joining in the fun, I eased a finger along my folds, taking care to dip it into myself. A small moan escaped my lips and both men’s jaws tightened.
This was a new experience for me, this sense of power, of being able to hold the undivided attention of not one, but two very strong and able men. Devoid of any remaining sense of decency, I scooped up some cum on my finger and brought it to my own mouth. I could taste myself
and Riley. But something was missing.
Carter.
As though he’d read my thoughts, Carter eased off Riley’s back and came to stand beside me. His large hand cupped my cheek. “Share?”
Smiling, I nodded. He bent to kiss me, swirling his tongue around mine, coating it, combining all our tastes in his mouth.
“Mmm... yes,” I said.
Carter smiled and kissed Riley, and Riley kissed me.
“Perfect,” Riley said.
“Perfect,” Carter and I echoed.
The three of us were perfect together. And for the next nine days, I wanted to enjoy this perfection to the utmost, because the memories of these few days with these amazing men would have to last me a lifetime.
CARTER
Riley had been right about everything. The two of us with Paige, the three of us together. Maybe this could actually work.
Feeling on top of the world, I strode through the streets of Chawton with my two lovers. The quaint village had been the home of Jane Austen during the last eight years of her life. I’d loved seeing Paige fan girl as we toured Chawton House, Jane Austen’s house and garden. Even Riley had been a little moved seeing the Elizabethan manor, especially the library, where Jane was thought to have penned her final three novels.
After visiting the house and museum, the tour group had split up, and I found myself enjoying the beautiful afternoon in the presence of two of my favorite people. We strolled along the old-fashioned streets admiring the shops and boutiques as well as some old thatched-roof cottages.
We were just about to enter a tea shop for some refreshments when Paige’s phone rang. She squinted down at the number and frowned. “You guys go ahead. I have to take this.”
“No problem,” Riley said.
“We’ll wait for you here,” I insisted. Even though we’d probably be able to see Paige through the shop’s windows, I wasn’t comfortable leaving her alone outside in a foreign town.
“Thanks,” she said, then answered. “Hello, Vanessa. What’s going on?”
Paige listened as the caller talked, her expression hardening. After a minute or so, she interrupted, “Vanessa. Vanessa”—her voice rose—“Vanessa. Are you listening? Yes, okay. Now, before I left, I gave you very clear instructions about everything you needed to do each day to get the advertising campaign rolling for the Extreme Sports-aholic tour. Did you or did you not send the graphics to the printer two weeks ago?”
Hearing Paige’s tone, the hair on my nape rose, and I arched a brow at Riley. Riley shrugged and looked away. Paige seemed very angry at this Vanessa person, whoever she was. Probably another guide who worked with Paige. But why then would she be taking instructions from Paige? Unless Vanessa was a junior tour guide or a new hire, in which case, perhaps Paige was being a bit hard on her.
“Vanessa, that’s not what I asked. Yes or no?”
There was a moment of silence, during which Paige pressed two fingers to her brow. “And why not?”
Vanessa’s panicked squawking reached a level I could hear although I couldn’t make out the words.
“And you didn’t think to call me? Or ask Arianna?”
Paige’s jaw clenched and her fingers whitened around the phone. “You told me I could count on you, but clearly I can’t. Now, make sure you do exactly as I say. Save the graphics on a USB key and go down to Miami Pro Print. Talk to Joe, the owner. Tell him we will pay him double his rates if he can print the portfolios by tomorrow at four—then do what you have to do to get him to agree. Second, you’ll wait at the printer’s tomorrow, and as soon as the copies are ready, get in your car—then hire a darn cab—and go hand-deliver them to Brenda at Dream Sports.”
Paige inhaled deeply and curled a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’ll be okay, Vanessa, but you shouldn’t have let it get to this point before calling me. We’ll talk about that when I return.” Fortunately, Paige had calmed down. Vanessa must have fucked up badly for Paige to get so upset.
Riley nudged my shoulder and when I turned to him, he waggled his brows up and down. “Rawr. I love when the claws come out.”
I glanced down, and sure enough, Riley was raring to go. “Strong women can be sexy as hell, but in this case, I feel sorry for Vanessa. Paige reminded me a bit too much of my ex-wife.”
“Livia? How so?”
We’d never discussed my marriage in much detail, but it was time Riley knew. If Paige was anything like Livia, I wanted no part of her. “Livia was all about her career: driven, cool under pressure, organized, and intelligent. I really admired her when we met while she was in law school. But after she ended up at a high-powered firm, she changed. I used to find her need for control challenging and kind of endearing. Until it turned into her way or the highway. The final straw was when she admitted she’d lied about wanting to have kids. She moved on to a senior partner at her firm. He could get her a junior partnership, and I sure as shit didn’t look as good on her arm.”
“Fuck. I had no idea it was that bad.” He rubbed my back. “That bitch didn’t deserve you.”
Paige approached us. “Sorry you had to hear that.”
I crossed my arms. “Problem at work?” I needed to know why she’d gotten so worked up.
When she slid her phone into her purse, Paige’s hair fell over her face. Riley brushed it back and she smiled at him, as warm and sweet as ever. The dichotomy was unsettling.
“Vanessa, one of my employees, dropped the ball on a big ad campaign we’re working on,” Paige said, rubbing her temple. “I told Ari—she’s my boss—that it was a bad idea for me to act as tour guide on this trip.”
The bottom fell out of my stomach. “Act as?”
“Didn’t Riley tell you? I’m the marketing director at Total Indulgence Tours. The tour guide assigned to this trip broke her leg, and Ari asked me to fill in at the last minute.”
I glared at Riley as I clarified things. “So you’re not a tour guide?”
“No.” Paige laughed. “All that traveling would wear me out, besides I have to stay—” Her cheeks reddening, she cut herself off and looked away.
“Have to stay…?” I prodded.
“In Miami. Anyway, I love planning the trips far more than I enjoy taking them. Well...” She blushed. “Usually. I’m pretty much a homebody.”
“Hey,” Riley said, stepping between us. “What do you say we go in? I’m starving.”
Paige’s stomach growled. She patted it and her eyes sparkled. “Me too. I guess I’m not used to so much… exercise.”
Chuckling, Riley circled his arm around her waist and led her inside the tea shop to a round table toward the back. Even in a small place like this, Riley always had to be mindful of being spotted. Fans weren’t really a problem, except that they tended to post snapshots online of their celebrity sightings, and within minutes, the paparazzi would swarm. It had happened too many times for me to be fazed by it anymore. Luckily, I’d always managed to keep my face out of the photos, and remain Riley Kendrick’s “mystery man.” Which was way I still had a job. I wondered how Paige would feel about dealing with the press.
After ordering, Paige excused herself to go to the restroom. I stared out the front window and considered the similarities between Paige and Livia. They both held positions of authority at work, but was Paige as single-mindedly focused on her career as Livia had been? I hadn’t gotten that sense, but I’d been wrong before, and it had cost me years of my life.
Riley’s foot connected with my shin. “Ow!” I glared at him.
He glowered back. “What crawled up your ass?”
“You kicked me!” I countered incredulously.
“For good reason. Why are you so gloom and doom all of a sudden?”
“You should have told me.”
“Told you what?”
“Don’t play stupid, Professor Kendrick.”
“Shh!” Riley hissed, glancing surreptitiously around the small space.
“You know why I’m pissed.”
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bsp; “Yes, and this is exactly why I didn’t tell you. Paige is the same woman, whether she’s a tour guide or a marketing director.”
“I don’t know, man,” I said, unconvinced. “You heard her out there. I’m going to have recurring nightmares now.”
Under the table, Riley rested his hand on my thigh. The weight and warmth steadied me. He shook his head. “That ballbreaker ex-wife of yours gave you PTSD.”
“I don’t have PTSD,” I shot back.
“You sure?”
I crossed my arms and stared down at the scarred tabletop. I wasn’t sure at all. “So, I’m a little gun-shy. Can you blame me?”
“Don’t you think I am too? I wasn’t married to Amber and Holden, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t invested in the relationship.”
Goddamn, it was embarrassing talking about my feelings like this. But Riley wasn’t going to stop until we’d had it out. “At least you didn’t give them seven years of your life. At least you didn’t uproot yourself, leave your family, and trudge off to New York City to work in an inner-city school while she mingled with the who’s who of Manhattan.” I shook my head. “Man, the things I saw there. It was a far cry from Essex, Vermont.”
Riley barked out a laugh. “And Starr Farm Beach is a village compared to LA.”
“Uh-uh, professor boy. Starr Farm Beach is the Manhattan of Vermont,” I teased. “Maybe if I’d had a house on Lake Champlain like you, I could have tempted Livia to stay in state for law school.”
“Nah.” Riley tapped on the table. “It didn’t work for Amber, and it certainly wouldn’t have worked for Livia. If anything, they’re the ones who were alike. They both wanted more than they had. Desperately. Neither cared who they had to use to get it.”
I cocked my head. Now we were getting somewhere. “You think Amber used you?”
“Not at first. I mean, I was a lowly college professor when we met.” Riley’s expression turned from one of sweet remembrance to one of a bitter aftertaste. I knew how much the breakup with Amber and Holden had hurt Riley. Not to mention that she’d taken him to the cleaners in court afterward. “But when the books started, then the movies... she had our LA condo picked out before the ink was even dry on the contract.”