by Dana Delamar
We parted, the three of us loosely draped around each other, all of us breathing hard. My pulse was throbbing in my cock, urging me on, but I had to know first what was going on between Paige and Carter.
“The two of you looked at each other before we left the pub. Like you’re keeping something from me.”
And there it was again, that look passing between them. Finally Carter spoke. “We almost slept together last night.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because it felt like cheating,” Paige said. “We were fighting. It didn’t seem right.”
“I would’ve been okay with it,” I said. But was that the truth?
Carter shook his head. “I wouldn’t have in your shoes.”
“If this is going to work, if we aren’t going to end up like me and Amber and Holden, then we need to be okay—and open—about our relationships with each other,” I said.
“But obviously, we’re not there yet,” Carter said.
“Yet.” I smiled. “So there’s hope.”
Carter looked at Paige, and she nodded, then she kissed my cheek. Tears glistened in her eyes and I held her close. “I mean it, Paige.”
“I know you do,” she whispered.
Carter kissed the back of her neck and cupped her breasts in his hands, his fingers playing with her stiff nipples through her bra. She moaned, and I took her mouth, my tongue twining with hers. She was sandwiched between us, and I ran a hand down her hip and gathered up the fabric of her skirt, before slipping my hand up along her inner thigh, seeking the slick heat between her legs.
She gasped when I touched her pussy, and Carter growled, grinding against her ass and pushing her against my aching cock.
God, I wanted them both, so very much. How had I gotten lucky enough to meet two such incredible people? Especially when they were willing to forgive me, even when they shouldn’t.
I stripped off Paige’s blouse and kissed the tops of her breasts, then slid her skirt off. Carter was busy undressing himself, then he stepped up behind me, kissing the nape of my neck, biting down on it gently in that way that made me shiver all over. Fuck. He knew what that did to me.
My fingers working at the clasp of Paige’s bra, I turned to look at Carter over my shoulder. “I want you in me before we’re done tonight.”
Carter grinned. “Thought you would.”
I laughed. “Cocky bastard.”
Palming his erection, Carter smiled and Paige giggled.
“You two,” she said.
I turned back to her, cupping the beautiful breasts I’d bared, then sucked one hard pink nipple into my mouth. She groaned, and the sound went straight to my cock. I had to be in her soon. I wanted everything, now.
And I still hadn’t removed a stitch of clothing. I started unbuttoning my shirt while Paige stepped out of her panties and Carter worked on my belt.
In a matter of minutes, all three of us were naked, and for a second, we just looked at each other. Then I realized exactly what I wanted, how good it had felt to be sandwiched between them.
I scooped Paige off her feet, and she shrieked in protest, making me and Carter laugh. I dropped her on the bed, then climbed over her on all fours. I looked over my shoulder at Carter, whose eyes dipped to my ass then came back up, questions in them. I nodded, and he opened the nightstand drawer, pulling out the condoms and lube.
Paige looked at us. “You two have a plan in mind?”
“Always,” I assured her. I bent down and kissed her neck. “I want you both at the same time,” I whispered.
“Oh,” she said. “A Riley sandwich?”
Carter chuckled. “Best sandwich there is… except maybe for a Paige sandwich.”
Her eyes rounded, then flared with heat. “I wonder what that would be like.”
“Play your cards right, and you’ll find out,” I said with a waggle of my brows. I kissed down to her breasts, then took a nipple in my mouth while my right hand slipped between her legs and between her folds. She was wet for me, already, the top of her thighs slippery with her arousal.
I circled a finger around her clit just as I felt Carter part my ass cheeks and tongue my hole. God it felt good. So damn good. I pressed back against him while Paige quivered beneath me, her hips rocking as she rubbed against my hand.
I plunged two fingers inside her and used my thumb to work her clit, her breathing speeding up, those little pants, her breathless “Riley,” egging me on. I bit down gently on her nipple, and she cried out, her hands clamping onto my head, her fingers twining in my hair.
Carter dribbled some lube over my hole, then used his fingers to work it inside. I groaned against Paige’s skin at the invasion and pressed back onto those fingers, the two working in and out and stretching me.
My stiff cock ground against Paige’s hip. I wanted inside her, her breathy little moans driving me crazy. I released her nipple. “Paige, grab a condom and put it on me.” I looked over my shoulder at Carter. “You ready?”
He worked his fingers in deeper, and I shuddered. “Are you?” he asked.
“Always.”
“If you’re sure.”
“I am,” I said. I was so ready for this.
Paige nimbly rolled the condom on me, and I didn’t hesitate. I positioned myself at her entrance, slicking up my tip with her juices, then I drove inside her, making us both cry out.
“Fuck,” I groaned. I looked back at Carter, who was smoothing a condom over his own rigid length. “Fuck me, Carter.”
“God, you are greedy,” he said with a chuckle.
“I think you mean he’s a bossy bottom,” Paige said, and we both swiveled to look at her. She shrugged and moaned when I thrust deeper. “I do read, you know,” she said.
I raised an eyebrow. “Apparently.”
I felt Carter pressing against my hole, and I stilled for a second, waiting for the pressure, the bite of pain that always followed. And then the sheer bliss of Carter sinking into me.
I sighed in pleasure, and he wrapped an arm around me right below the collarbone, his chest pressed to my back.
“You fill me just right,” I said, then I pressed forward into Paige, Carter following, the two of us seeming to fuck her with my dick.
Fuck. I pulled out of Paige slightly, pressing back against Carter, driving his cock deeper into my ass. Then Carter pressed forward, and I sank back into Paige, her tight walls clenching around me.
I opened my eyes and looked down at her. “We’re both fucking you. Can you feel it?”
We pulled back, then pressed forward again, and her mouth opened, only a throaty groan coming out. “Oh, I feel it,” she finally managed. “And I’m probably going to feel it tomorrow too.”
I pressed her knees flat against the bed, giving myself a little more depth inside her. I increased the pace, Carter easily following me, and soon I was slamming into Paige whenever Carter thrust into me. I imagined it was Carter’s cock passing through me and into her, one long shaft that was bringing us both pleasure.
She clutched my shoulders, a high keening cry coming out of her as she shuddered and bucked beneath me.
Carter pistoned into me, his breath coming in heavy gusts. “I’m so close, Rye.”
“Me too,” I murmured as Paige’s internal muscles fluttered around me. She clenched me hard, and I tipped over the edge with a guttural cry as Carter slammed into me again and bit down on my shoulder.
The combination of Paige’s release, my own, and the sound of Carter groaning his own bliss against my back was something I’d never really experienced before.
Oh, Carter and I had certainly done this combination with other women. So had Holden, Amber, and I. But I’d never felt this bone-deep connection before to the two people with me.
I’d never had this much trust before. Not even with Amber and Holden.
I wanted to blurt out my heart to Paige and Carter. Wanted to tell them how happy I was. How much I loved them both.
I collapsed to the bed bes
ide Paige, Carter withdrawing and going off to clean up. When he came back, he lay down beside me, and the three of us intertwined our fingers on my belly.
I wanted to tell them. I really did. Was it too soon?
I looked at Paige. Her eyes again welled with tears. “What’s wrong?” I whispered.
“Nothing,” she said and smiled, dabbing her eyes with her free hand. “Sometimes sex just makes me emotional.”
“Good sex always does,” Carter said and pressed a kiss to my temple.
I reached up and cupped the nape of his neck. I looked at Paige again, and this time she was smiling. But there was still something there, some lingering sorrow.
If I said something now, in the heat of the moment, she wouldn’t believe me. But soon—yeah, I was going to say it soon, in some quiet moment. I didn’t want her to doubt me, didn’t want her to brush off my feelings as sex-induced euphoria.
I wanted her to believe in my love with every fiber of her being.
PAIGE
“Oh wow. This place is amazing!” Riley gushed as we entered the Carwash main room at LOOP Nightclub, London’s premier disco and ’80s/’90s dance bar.
I was pleased with everyone’s reactions so far. The seventies and eighties didn’t quite count as historical in the romance world, so one could argue that this event didn’t fit in with the rest of the tour, but after researching the club and viewing the effort they’d put into recreating that era, I’d been unable to resist.
“Great choice, Paige.” Carter stepped in close behind me to be heard over the thumping beats of Abba’s “Dancing Queen.” Already, my feet were itching to move.
“And great outfit,” Kenji said, bumping my hip.
I preened and fluffed out my hair, laughing when my bangles jingled. I’d dressed as Madonna in Desperately Seeking Susan, and on the way over from the hotel, it had been all I could do to keep Riley away. Somehow he’d managed to sneak his hand under my decidedly short skirt, and Carter kept glancing at my cleavage. Maybe Ari was right. Just knowing how much Riley and Carter wanted me made me feel free. Freer and happier than I’d ever been.
I hip-bumped Kenji back. “You look pretty amazing yourself.” And almost unrecognizable as “Karma Chameleon”-era Boy George. The makeup, the hair beads, and the hat were exact replicas.
Everyone looked fabulous, dressed as various music icons from Tina Turner to Cyndi Lauper. But in my mind, Riley and Carter stood out from the crowd. And I wasn’t the only one to think so, if I went by the looks they were garnering from all the women and quite a few men.
Riley, of course, had chosen bad boy George Michael from his “Faith” days. He was sexy as heck with his combed-back hair, aviator shades, white T-shirt, black leather jacket with multicolored pins, and blue jeans, faded and threadbare in all the right places. He’d even trimmed his beard to make it look more like the one George had sported back then. Needless to say, it was a far cry from Riley’s Professor Templeton disguise.
And Carter, well, he was also completely transformed into a perfect, albeit much more muscular, incarnation of Billy Idol. He was dressed in jeans so tight they had to be Riley’s, a silver-studded sleeveless leather jacket over a bare chest, leather boots, rings, and chains. The curved lip, raised fist, and outrageous British accent rounded out the entire outfit. Everything about him screamed sex and danger.
I shivered with barely contained desire for my two men.
Kenji and I trailed after the hostess in hot shorts on rollerblades, who’d already commandeered Carter and Riley to show them to the VIP booths I had reserved for the group.
Enough tour members were there to fill two booths of ten or so. We settled in to chat about the place and enjoy our glasses of champagne served with dry ice. The result was bubbles, bubbles, and more bubbles.
Before long, the party mood had taken us all over, as we grabbed our party favors off the tables, showering each other with glitter and blowing into our horns. When “Carwash” by Rose Royce came on, I grabbed Carter and Riley by the hands and urged them out of their seats. “Let’s dance. I love this song!”
Before I knew it, the entire group had crowded onto the packed psychedelic dance floor. Beneath our feet, large, differently colored rectangles pulsed in time with the music. The disco ball above us shot shards of color across our faces and the strobe lights made everything flicker.
Hands in the air, I swayed to the music, letting it wash over me. Dancing was a great release, a chance to let my body move, to work out the kinks from all the activity I’d been doing lately, both in and out of bed. When I opened my eyes, Riley was watching me, and his worn jeans did very little to hide his enjoyment.
The music changed to “Do You Love Me” by The Contours, a sexy song from Dirty Dancing. How I’d loved that movie when my mom had convinced me to watch the ’80s classic. Letting loose, I started doing the twist and the mashed potato.
Riley shook his head, his lips curved into a smirk. “Oh no, you don’t.” He grabbed me by the waist and slammed me against his chest. Once I was firmly in place, he thrust his hips, adding a half circle in either direction. “I might not do ballroom, but I can sure as shit dirty dance.”
Heat bloomed in my belly... and below. I’d never danced like this. Imagined it, dreamed about it, but never done it. And here I was, in the middle of a crowded London nightclub, grinding against one of the two most handsome men in the place. Was I trapped in a dream? If so, I hoped to never escape.
Fantasy or not, I was having a ball. Hooking my arm around Riley’s neck, I let myself be carried away by him and the music.
Beside us, Carter danced a more sedate version with Lori. The woman was flushed, starry-eyed, and I knew exactly how she felt. Carter as Billy Idol was incredibly potent.
Riley gripped my leg and brought my knee to rest on his hip, then he bowed me back. I whooped with delight at the erotic position, and quickly revised my earlier thought: both men were extremely potent.
When Riley finally righted me, I clung to his shoulders and gasped through my laughter. “Baby was a lot younger than me, I’ll have you know.”
“But not nearly as sexy,” he teased.
We smiled at each other, the air thickening between us. An ache started in my belly, a throb between my legs.
“I want you so fucking bad right now,” he said, his voice husky, the lust in his expression raw and powerful.
He crushed me to his chest and buried his face in my hair. Riding his thigh as I was, my panties were getting soaked, and his erection rubbed against my own leg with each movement he made.
Over Riley’s shoulder, my gaze collided with Carter’s. He’d escorted Lori back to the table and was headed toward us. Without a word, he positioned himself behind me and gripped my hips, placing his hands over Riley’s.
And we danced.
The three of us, pressed together, moving against each other. There was only one way to describe it: sex standing up.
Carter ran his nose up my neck and blew on my skin. The coolness of his breath on my damp skin made me shiver. Deliciously. Winking at me, Riley lowered his head to my other shoulder and nibbled my earlobe.
“Oh God,” I cried as desire coursed through my body, igniting every nerve ending, rendering me even more sensitive to the touch of these two very wicked men. “You need to stop. We can’t do this here.”
Behind me, Carter rolled his hips and pressed his erection against my bottom. The groan that tore out of his chest had Riley’s head popping up. I couldn’t see his eyes because of the sunglasses he wore, but the tight line of his lips and the sharpness of his jaw told me he was as affected by Carter’s need as I was.
“Fuck, Carter,” Riley said, confirming it. He scanned the area. “There’s got to be somewhere we can go.”
Carter’s fingers dug into my hips, pushing Riley’s into them as well. I was literally the filling in their Oreo, the jam in their PBJ sandwich. The thought pushed a nervous giggle past my lips.
“You think t
his is funny?” Riley’s eyes narrowed in on me.
I giggled some more. “I think we need to sit down. Have a drink. Cool off a bit.”
Blowing out a miserable sounding sigh, Carter backed off, and I immediately felt cold. “You’re right,” he said. “Let’s go.”
“Everything okay?” Kenji asked as we passed by him. From the glint in his eye and the way he did a slow up and down of the men’s bodies, zeroing in on their crotches, he knew exactly what had been happening.
“Just getting a drink,” Riley said a little curtly.
“Avoid the bar.”
When Kenji gave a slight nod, Riley’s jaw clenched and he hissed out a breath. “Thanks, man. I owe you one.”
“Oh, hon. You owe me much more than that.” Kenji waved us off after shooting Carter a playful grin.
Once we were out of earshot, I turned to Riley. “What was that about?”
“What was what about?” he asked, helping me into a seat at the booth.
I smacked his arm. “Don’t give me that. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
He sat beside me and squeezed my knee. “Of course you do. Ken was reminding me that he backed off Carter when I asked him to stand down.”
Carter laughed. “Asked. Right.”
“What are you two talking about?”
“At the Cavern Club,” Riley explained. “After you and I left, Kenji tried to put the moves on Carter.”
I grinned. “I’m sure he knew exactly who Carter was when he did it too.”
Carter snarled à la Billy Idol. “Hey now. Hot men don’t need an excuse to hit on me.”
“I know, babe.” Riley reached up and gripped Carter’s neck. “You’re the hottest man in this club.”
The huskiness in Riley’s voice when he called Carter “babe” and the intimate way he held Carter by the neck was more of a turn-on than anything... okay, it wasn’t more of a turn-on than watching Carter take Riley like he’d done at the spa, but it was a very close second.
And clearly Carter agreed. Red raced up his exposed chest, neck, and face. His voice was like gravel when he tugged on his jeans, looked around, and said, “Christ, where’s that waitress? I need a drink.”