Gordon, Solara - Jet Lag Blues (Siren Publishing PolyAmour)

by Solara Gordon

  “I don’t want to ruin our friendship or lose my best friend. But, you’re a hottie, Val. What guy wouldn’t want to kiss you?”

  Darryl set the bottle between them and spun it. “Let’s change tactics. If the bottle lands on a guy, they have to answer a question or strip. If we choose to strip, two pieces of clothing get forfeited. If it lands on Val, she kisses us both the same or she strips two pieces.”

  “Trying to level things?” Val glanced at him and turned to Mason. “What do you think?”

  Darryl picked up the bottle, getting their attention. Before Mason could reply, Darryl spoke. “Yes, I’m leveling things. We never agreed to exclusivity. If you were to see someone else, I’d prefer Mason because I trust him.”

  * * * *

  “Thanks.” Mason leaned over and kissed Val’s cheek. He slid his arm around her waist and squeezed.

  “You’re welcome.” Darryl’s soft smile reached his eyes. Mason’s anxiety cooled a few degrees.

  His head spun from the wine he’d hastily gulped. Darryl’s last statement blew him away. He hoped he didn’t violate that trust. Now if he could hold his tongue until the effects of the wine wore off, he’d be in good shape.

  Val took the bottle from Darryl. “So you’re fine with me kissing Mason like I do you? My choice?”

  Mason’s stomach flopped twice with each erratic heartbeat. What the hell was Val doing? Playing with fire? Plucking Darryl’s nerve? His gaze froze on Darryl.

  Darryl nodded and grinned. He pointed at the bottle. “Sure. Spin.”

  Val turned the bottle so it pointed at Mason. She cocked her wrist and spun the bottle hard in a counterclockwise direction.

  Her quick wink and small grin did nothing to quiet his queasy stomach or slow his rapid heart rate. Who was tossing whom at whom? Was Val admitting her interest? Or Darryl tossing him to her? Christ, how had this turned into a game of one-upmanship? And, Darryl’s statement he was fine with Val smooching him the same way she did Darryl…

  Mason swallowed hard and reminded himself to take deep breaths. Actions spoke louder than words. He hoped no one bore grudges come game’s end or in the morning.

  The bottle’s blur started to slow. As it spun by him again, he looked from Val to Darryl, wondering what their thoughts were.

  “Ah ha!” Val’s growing smile and amused look sent his innards racing into overdrive. His gaze dropped to where she pointed.

  “Darryl,” she began, drawing out his name. “Question or strip?”

  Mason swallowed twice, hoping to avert a hiccup. Instead, a low toned burp pushed past his taut lips. “Excuse me.”

  Val’s scrunched forehead and determined stare almost made him laugh. He knew that look all too well. But damn, did he have to be fodder for their two-edged competitive streaks? Oh well, if he had any choices, his was to kiss Val and cop a feel or two. Might as well enjoy himself.

  “Well, Darryl?” Val asked.

  “Strip.” Darryl shrugged out of his uniform shirt and pulled off a sock. “My turn.”

  His spin landed on Mason. “I still ain’t kissing you,” he quipped and stuck out his tongue. “Your choice.”

  Mason handed over two more socks. His spin landed on Val. He wet his lips, hoping she’d choose kiss. His curiosity refused to be placated any longer. Time had come for him to enjoy the game.

  Val stifled another yawn. He wasn’t too far behind her. The effects of the wine began reaching the rest of him. A sense of relaxed wooziness ebbed and flowed the sleepier he felt. His eyes felt gritty, and he wanted to close them.

  “So kiss or strip,” Darryl prompted and snickered. “I think Mason’s already decided for you.”

  “Huh?” Mason jumped, and his eyes flew open. Damn, he’d shut them and practically dozed off.

  “Hmm–m–m–m–m.” Val twittered. “I think I’ll kiss both of you.”

  “Think you’re up to it?” Darryl winked and leaned forward.

  Darryl’s leer sent a shiver down Mason’s back. Val’s making a face in response didn’t help either. He’d swear these two had a private challenge going on. How the hell had he ended up in the middle?

  “Yes I am, and Mason gets the first kiss.” Val held out her hand and faced him.

  Mason leaned toward her and offered his cheek.

  “No. Face me, please.”

  His throat and mouth went dry. He could feel every beat of his heart. Val inched closer.

  “Put your legs out in front of you. I’m gonna sit on your lap.” She scooted tight to him and rose on her knees.

  “You sure you’re okay with this?” he asked, eyeing Darryl.

  Darryl’s silent nod sent ripples through his jittery stomach, and a new hiccup rattling up his throat. He tried taking a deep breath, hoping to thwart the ensuing result. No such luck. “Hic! Hic!”

  Val giggled and cupped his cheek as she moved closer. “Poor Mason. It’s all right. Val’s gonna kiss you and make it all better.”

  Make it all better? His cock leapt out of deep slumber and stood at attention, wanting to get in on the action. Swell, now he had a boner to explain. Leave it to his quirky sense of humor to kick in. His ego chided, “Yeah, Val, wanna kiss that and make it better, too?” Sometimes Mason wondered if he had a huge masochistic streak or a sadistic one, either way he bore the brunt of both.

  “How about a glass of water first?” He grinned and stretched his legs out in front of him. “Make yourself comfortable, madam, while Darryl gets my water.”

  He flashed Darryl a cheesy grin and winked before helping Val onto his lap.

  Darryl rose, sauntering into the kitchenette. He chuckled, shaking his head. A quick glanced back at Val and Mason widened his growing smile.

  Val sat on the edge of Mason’s lap with her arms around his neck. They were nose-to-nose. Darryl could see part of Mason’s face. A half smile softened his face. Good, at least maybe Mason had begun to lighten up and enjoy the sensual play.

  Filling a glass with water, Darryl returned to the blanketed area, offering it to Mason. “Here ya go. And is there anything else I can get while I’m up?”

  “Thanks, Darryl. I’d like some water, too. Why not fill up one of the empty half-liter soda bottles and grab a couple more glasses?” Val took the glass from Mason and sat it on the floor next to her. “I’ll wait till you’re settled to kiss Mason.”

  Turning back to Mason, she asked, “Are you all right now?”

  * * * *

  “Yes. Could you move over a bit more? My leg is cramping up in this position.” Mason tried to shift Val from the edge of one leg to fully on his lap. He hoped his cock decided to behave. All bets were on that not happening.

  Val moved across his legs, rubbing her hot tight buns over and against his horny cock. He hoped her two layers between them buffered some of the poking and prodding his bad boy was intent on trying.

  She ducked her head to avoid hitting his chin. He caught Darryl’s amused look over the top of her head. His slight nod and thumb-up motion told Mason his earlier worst thoughts weren’t necessary.

  Darryl sat next to them and grinned. Mason shrugged, drawing Val’s attention.

  “Is something wrong?” She withdrew her arms from around his neck.

  “No, you’re fine. Did you want water now or after we kiss?” He nodded at Darryl. Val turned her head.

  * * * *

  “Now please.” She smiled at Darryl, returning his smile. Sitting on Mason’s lap felt right. Yet, there was part of her that kept shaking a finger at herself. It didn’t worry her. She knew Darryl’s trust in Mason ran high and didn’t come lightly. So why not relax and enjoy the kiss?

  Darryl handed her a half-full glass. She drank several swallows before handing it back. “Thank you.”

  Licking her lips, she tilted her head, turning to Mason. “Put your arms around me,” she huskily whispered and put hers back around his neck.

  Mason obliged and pulled her closer, nestling her against his chest. At this angle,
she was tight to him. Something nudged her buttocks as she squirmed.

  “Uh-uh,” Mason groaned. “Easy, please. Certain parts of my anatomy don’t take chafing lightly.”

  “Sorry,” she offered. “But I do like your reaction.” She stroked his cheek, leaned closer, closing her eyes and puckering her lips.

  Mason’s lips grazed hers and then settled firmly upon them. His arms slid up her back midway between her shoulders and waist. Moving her hands up his neck, she fingered his hair. Its softness ran between her fingers and onto her hands as she slid them deep into his locks.

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  Mason fitted his mouth more tightly to hers. Val peeked through her lashes, confirming his eyes were closed as well. Part of her wondered if he fantasized about another girl or if he was savoring the experience as much as she was.

  Arching her fingers, she wove her hands deeper into his hair, scratching her nails lightly along his scalp. Mason’s muffled “yes” parted his lips. Val didn’t hesitate and went for it. Matching her lips to his, she nestled the tip of her tongue between his lips. His reaction dictated her next move.

  Mason pulled her to him, pressing them tighter together. His tongue met hers briefly. They dueled, testing how far the other would venture until a full French kiss was upon them. His hands roved up and down her back, massaging and caressing. Each time her tongue drew back, his followed boldly, courting hers, accepting no retreat. She could feel his cock swell and nudge her the more they kissed. Her nipples had to be as hard as he was.

  Darryl’s muffled cough drew them apart. “I’d say save some for me, but I’m not sure there’s any left.”

  Val tucked her hair behind her ears as she rested her forehead against Mason’s. She watched his eyes, looking for a sign of his reaction.

  He blinked several times and stared as though he looked past her or his thoughts were elsewhere. She inhaled and spoke. “Are you okay?”

  Mason nodded, rubbing his lips together. His nostrils flared each time he inhaled. He pulled back, creating some space between them. “Yeah, thanks.”

  She lifted her buttocks, attempting to move off Mason’s lap.

  “Easy, please,” Mason whispered, grimacing with each move. “Maybe Darryl can stop snickering long enough to lend us a hand.”

  Val glanced over her shoulder. “Oh, I think he owes us that much. His turn is next.”

  Darryl stood and helped Val to her feet. Drawing her into his arms, he kissed her quickly. “You sure you’re ready?”

  She swallowed hard. His eyes glowed with his usual competitiveness. Yet, there was a difference. She pressed tighter against him, needing the reassurance of his touch and warmth. He settled deeper into the hug, his head dipped toward her. His legs parted, almost straddling hers, allowing their lower halves to fit against each other. She stepped closer, tightening her hold on him. He rocked against her.

  “You’ve got a hard-on,” Val gasped and tried to move back. Darryl held her firm, preventing her separation.

  “Who wouldn’t after watching you two? Dang, the heat rolled off you and caught me in its ripple.” Darryl rubbed his hands across her shoulders.

  He stopped at her waist. Snuggling her to him, he whispered, “Let’s see if we can catch Mason in our ripple.”

  “But he’s already got one.” Val dipped her head. She was sure her face must be red, considering the heat she felt running up her neck.

  “Oops, sorry,” Mason offered, his voice tinged with laughter.

  “I’m sure he does.” Darryl’s hand left her back and cupped her cheek. His hand slid down her jaw stopping at her chin. She tried to free herself from his grasp.

  “What makes you think he wants to lose it?” Darryl teased, tipping her head back to meet his gaze.

  “I–uh–I—” she stammered.

  God, she sounded like an inexperienced youth. She felt like one in some ways. Kissing Mason turned her on more than she expected. She’d fantasized about wrapping her arms around him and laying an intense lip lock on him, but damn, the heat flowing through her once they’d begun Frenching had practically boiled her dry.

  Wow, she’d like to—no, make that love to—kiss them like that again and again. That could be addicting. Yet, Darryl’s reaction wasn’t what she’d expected.

  Sure, he’d said he didn’t mind. Part of her believed his words. Another part refused to accept it. Her experience said otherwise. Darryl’s chuckle broke her train of thought.

  “Val, did you enjoy kissing Mason, knowing I watched you?” He held her chin firm, gazing into her eyes. He winked and smiled. “Be honest. It’s okay. I enjoyed it. Did you?”

  Val looked down, averting her eyes, and nodded.

  “Maybe Mason would enjoy watching?”

  “Sure, why not?” Mason chimed in.

  She drew a deep breath and exhaled. Her conscience pinged less loudly the more she repeated Darryl’s words and Mason’s earlier pronouncements about her being a hottie. Darryl released her chin. She could see Mason’s smile as well when she glanced to him. It was surely different. How far would they go? Could she go?

  “So you’re both comfortable sharing?” There, she’d voiced her concern and curiosity.

  “So far, yes,” Darryl responded. “No biggie. Why?”

  “I don’t want to lose us either.” Val turned in Darryl’s arms to face Mason. “Yours and my friendship means a lot to me. I like the three of us.”

  Mason smiled from where he sat and offered his hand. “I do, too. He pointed to his shorts. “But my tent pole is rapidly wilting here.”

  Darryl rubbed his hips against her buttocks. “Hmmmm, I think I am, too. What ya gonna do about it, woman?”

  “Oh, I’m responsible?” Val questioned, turning sideways in Darryl’s arms, keeping Mason in view.

  “Well, Mason isn’t. That’s for sure.” Darryl settled her against him.

  “Oh, kiss him and see what you can do,” Mason challenged. He moved toward the corner of the bed. “Maybe I should sit on the bed to make sure I get a good view?”

  “Smart-mouth.” Darryl gasped her waist, turning her completely to him. “Get your view settled, buddy. The show’s started.”

  Heat grew in intensity as Darryl’s hand slid to her hips. He rocked and rubbed against her, mimicking what he’d do if they were nude. Val gasped as he fluttered his hand upward, tracing the cleft of her buttocks, working toward the small of her back.

  Oh, Lord, he was going for her sweet spot where the indentation of the small of her back dipped toward her upper torso. She sucked in air as his fingers lightly tapped along the top of her hips just short of the area he sought. Warmth grew with each tap, sending short bursts of tingles shooting through her. His other hand stoked up her hip and massaged her waist.

  Val inhaled deeply as his nails lightly raked over her waist, moving closer to his other hand. Her eyelids grew heavy and threatened to close. Heat rose deep from within and rushed over her, enveloping her from head to toe. His hand held her tight to him, circling and caressing the outer edge of her sweet spot. Regardless of which way she moved, his hot groin stoked the heat building within her.

  She blinked, hoping to cool the growing need rippling through her. Arching her neck, she caught Mason’s interested gaze. Her view dropped lower. His hard-on had returned.

  “I believe the pyrotechnics are about to begin.” Darryl’s head dipped to hers.

  He nibbled her bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth as he ground against her, building more heat between them.

  Darryl pulled back and turned them to face Mason. “Hot enough for you, my friend?”

  His hand traced upward outlining Val’s ass and hips. He bunched her robe in his hand, inching its hem up revealing more and more of her toned calves and defined thighs.

  “Like what you see?” Darryl pulled her robe tight across her ass and dipped her back over his other arm.

  “So plump and ready for swatting. What you think?”

  All these questi
ons to Mason. What is he doing?

  Val gasped as Darryl leaned her farther back. She swallowed hard at the look in his eye. She swore his blue eyes changed color each time he touched her or spoke. It was as though his little show turned him on as much as he was hoping to do so to Mason.

  “Damn, I only kissed her.” Mason’s voice sounded strained and garbled. She tried twisting her head to get a better view. Her knees wobbled, and she stumbled toward Mason. Darryl caught her and…swat!

  “Be still and behave,” Darryl warned.

  Val blinked and tossed her head. Warmth crept across her buttocks cheek, adding to her rapidly raising internal temperature. Where was Darryl going with all this? She wet her lips, ready to voice her concerns. When had kink entered into the game?

  “Yes, and I kissed her, too. But, a little extra heat never hurts. Wanna join in?” Darryl’s chuckle should have sent cold shivers racing over her and cooled her off. Instead, coupled with Mason’s response, her knees gave way, thrusting her against Darryl.

  “Yes,” Mason hissed, rising to his feet. “I can see a Val sandwich happening.”

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  “Front or back?” Darryl offered, steadying Val.

  “You have a preference?” Mason countered, moving close enough that she could feel his heat.

  She licked her lips and tried to swallow. Her throat constricted as she inhaled.

  God, had Darryl been reading her mind or peeking into her fantasies? Not that he could. But still—one of her ultra-secret ones was possibly about to come true.

  “I think maybe Val should decide.” Darryl paused and touched her arm. “Well madam, what do you say?”

  “Huh?” Val blurted out, startled at Darryl’s touch.

  Boy, did she sound stupid. Two hunkish men are about to sandwich me between them, and all I can say is “huh”!

  “Easy, it’s okay,” Darryl soothed, running his hand up and down her arm.

  Mason’s breathy chuckle caressed her cheek. “Yeah, it’s just us. You ready?”

  He stepped closer, his hand entwined with hers.