Thrill Seeker (Sinful in Seattle Book 1)

by Taryn Quinn

  Matt made a snuffling noise and turned his head the other way.

  She tried not to smile. Thinking about his inherent cuteness would not serve her greater purposes. She leaned down and got really close to his ear. Then she whispered, “Wake up right now and you can fuck me.”

  He lifted his head so fast he bumped her nose. “Huh? What?”

  Laughing, she dropped down beside him and stroked his messy hair. “Are you hard?”

  He rolled over and glanced down at himself before looking back up at her. “Sorry, not at the moment. You should’ve stopped by a little while ago. But really if you want a morning hard-on, you want Tris. He’s the one who wakes up with the mother of all boners.”

  All at once, the laughter drained out of her. “You just had to mention him.”

  “Yeah, I did. Because he’s part of us. Or have you forgotten that?”

  “I didn’t forget anything. What about you? Were you thinking of how it would affect me every time you asked him to put his dick in your ass?”

  Matt sighed and scrubbed his hands over his face. She slid her gaze to his cock, slid it away. Slid it back again. She shook her head at the immediate liquefying between her legs.

  Clearly horny virgins had no shame. Or very little.

  “As much as I want to be the one who takes your virginity, Cait,” he dropped his arm and met her gaze only seconds after she’d ripped it from his shaft, “I’m not willing to be a substitute Tris.”

  “You’re not.”

  “Really. So if Tris had come downstairs to comfort you last night, what would have happened? Here’s what I think. I think you would’ve scampered right up to bed with him and not mentioned anything about us being your virginity snatcher candidates. It would’ve been the Tristan and Caitlyn sexpedition, and to hell with me. And then afterward, you would’ve snuggled in his arms and pretended I didn’t exist, even though the dick inside of you had just been inside me an hour earlier.”

  She made herself look straight into his churning brown eyes. “No. I wouldn’t. Because despite this big crush you’re so certain I’ve been harboring for Tris—”

  “I’ve seen the way you look at him,” Matt said quietly. “Don’t think I haven’t.”

  “So how come you didn’t say anything?”

  “I figured you weren’t ready to discuss it.”

  She brushed back her hair and took in the resolute set of his jaw. Maybe last night he really hadn’t been trying to distract her from what she’d seen. Maybe he’d gone down on her for more than his residual lust from Tris.

  Maybe.

  Testing them both, she laid her palm on his drum-tight abs and smiled at the way he jumped. She licked her lips and let her gaze drift lower. Other parts of him were apparently keen to respond as well. “I appreciate you giving me space.”

  He shrugged. “You weren’t doing anything about it, so I wasn’t going to pry.”

  “So we both had a thing for Tristan for a while. A couple of years for me. Not all the time, but enough to make it uncomfortable sometimes.” Matt’s comments about wanting to eat her out since college scrolled through her mind. “What about you?”

  “Didn’t we discuss this last night?”

  His irritation teased another smile from her. Matt hated talking about feelings. Sex, sports, food, movies, dirty jokes…all game. But feelings? Nope, nuh-uh. “I’m just curious,” she said, tracing the inward slash of his navel. She didn’t miss his quick breath, especially when she used her nails. “How long?”

  “I don’t know.” His Adam’s apple jerked when she snapped her attention back to his face. “I’ve been with men before. A couple of times. After a while, I realized I’d stopped seeing Tris as just a buddy. I didn’t do anything about it for a long time, though. And it took a hell of a lot of beer for me to get up my nerve.” He let out a choppy laugh. “I thought he’d kick my ass.”

  A retort sprang onto her tongue, but she didn’t voice it aloud. If he was sharing, she wouldn’t ruin the moment with a sarcastic comment. “He didn’t.”

  “No.”

  “Do you do it a lot?”

  “Jesus, Cait.” Again that pained laughter. “You really don’t want to know that, do you?”

  “Yeah, I really do.” She pulled up one of her legs underneath her so she could face him squarely. “If you’re not going to shut me up in other ways, you’re going to answer my questions.”

  His lips twitched as he cast his gaze to the ceiling as if saying a silent plea for help. “Like what?”

  “Like how it feels.”

  “How what feels?”

  She fought the blush on the verge of blooming across her cheeks. “Anal sex. To have a guy back there.”

  This time he didn’t laugh. “Honestly? It feels fucking amazing.”

  “I had a feeling you’d say that,” she said, lacing her fingers together to keep from fidgeting. “From the way you groaned every time he—” She stopped, feeling ridiculous. As many conversations about sex as they’d had, this went beyond. So far beyond, she knew she had no hope of staving off the flush rioting over her face. “Is it better than when you’re with a woman?”

  “No. It’s just different. I like both.” He shrugged. “So does Tris, apparently.”

  “So you turned him gay,” she ventured.

  With a smile, he shook his head. “Hardly. And say it with me. Bi. Not gay.”

  “When you’re with him, you’re gay. Right? Labeling it otherwise doesn’t change things.”

  “Even when I’m with him, the rest of me doesn’t shut off. Believe me, we’d be happy to have a woman there too. With us.”

  His intent expression made her rear back. “You’re not saying you’d like to…with me.” She couldn’t even say the words.

  He wanted to have a threesome with her? That was what he’d meant when he said they both wanted her? She’d thought maybe it was a mild interest, a little jealousy thing between them, not unlike what she and Matt had over Tris.

  But clearly their fantasies had risen to a whole new level.

  “Tristan wouldn’t want that,” she said quietly. “He wouldn’t want to share me.”

  Would he?

  “You’re so innocent,” Matt murmured, taking her hands in his. “I don’t think I fully realized that till just now. We’ve talked about so much, but you’re still adorably shy.”

  “Innocent, adorable, and shy. Thanks for the compliments.”

  Chuckling, he sat up and cupped her cheek. “You’re also wickedly sexy, and I want nothing more than to peel off your pants and do what I did last night all over again.”

  She pressed her thighs together at the throb in her clit. Oh yeah, she wanted that too. So badly she feared having to change her underwear before she got to work.

  “You really think I’m sexy?” she asked, hating the insecurity in her voice.

  “Oh yeah.” He turned his face into her hair and took a deep breath. “I get hard every time you look at me, Blue Eyes.”

  It didn’t take much effort to glance down and see he wasn’t lying. As far as the rest of their conversation? She wasn’t going there. “So why won’t you just finish the job?”

  “And people accuse me of being unromantic. Shit.”

  “Is it loyalty to Tris? Did what you—what we did last night count as cheating or something? Are you a couple now?” The questions spilled out of her, stopping only when he eased back and tucked her hair behind her ears.

  “We’re not a couple. What we do is just about letting off steam.”

  “That’s not true. That’s not what I saw.”

  For the first time, he looked away. “It is what it is. We’re not committed to each other, Cait.”

  “What do you call it?”

  “We still sleep with women, still have girlfriends. And when we do, we’re not together. Neither of us are cheaters.”

  “And neither of you want to make what you have permanent.”

  His silence gnawed at her, making
her jerk away from him and to her feet. “Think I’ll go get some work done.”

  He nodded. “I think that’s a good idea.”

  She’d taken a few steps when he spoke again, his voice soft and raw. “Cait.”

  Trepidation iced her spine. “What?”

  “What about both of us?”

  “What about both of you what?” She knew she sounded impatient, but she’d grown tired of this conversation. A full day of work waited for her, and she didn’t want to think about any of this anymore.

  Not right now. She was getting a headache.

  Matt rose fluidly, not the least bit ill at ease about his nudity. Why should he be? The guy was sexy as hell.

  She swallowed hard when he strolled over and tipped up her chin. “You said you wanted it to be one of us who took your virginity. So what if it were both of us?”

  “Uh, you can’t lose your virginity twice.”

  “You think?” He licked the inside of his lower lip, and her nipples pushed against her bra. “I think you should let us prove otherwise. Let both of us make love to you. Together.”

  Cait opened her mouth to answer. She really did. But no words came.

  How could he ask that of her? That kind of thing was fine for others, but not for her. She wasn’t the threesome type.

  She was almost sure.

  Especially not the first time she had sex.

  They were her best friends. She wasn’t a juicy piece of chicken they could split up at dinner. It was flat-out wrong.

  More wrong than asking them which wanted to be the one to take your virginity?

  Her belly quivered, everything south heating so fast that she feared embarrassing herself if she didn’t get out of there. She might just agree to anything he asked.

  Especially since she’d already considered it, throughout the long night when she’d twisted and turned in her bed and remembered Matt and Tris together. She’d tried to stop picturing herself with them, but it was impossible. Her mind insisted on inserting her into every explicit scene she conjured up, each more torrid than the last.

  Matt leaned in and kissed her lightly. Though his lips scarcely brushed hers, her core contracted as if he’d sucked her nipple into his mouth. “Think about it.”

  Then he turned around, whistling, and headed off to the shower.

  Before she chased after him, she hurried downstairs to her desk. Music. She needed music. Anything to drown out the voice in her head.

  She brought up a Christmas music station online and turned up the volume. Carols would put her in the right frame of mind.

  Focus on something else.

  Christmas. That worked.

  They still needed to get a tree for the office. They’d been so incredibly busy for the last few months that none of them had even had a chance to think of decorating, though that was usually Matt’s job anyway. He got a kick out of stringing garland all over the place and putting up gel clings of angels and snowflakes in the windows. She and Tris always teased him it was obvious he’d missed out on the design gene completely, because anyone with an artistic eye would reject that stuff on sight.

  Last Christmas she’d been seeing Gary. So that was around when this had started between them.

  Deep in the heart of winter, they’d turned to each other. One night Matt had just reached for Tristan’s zipper and said what the hell and gone to town.

  Here, probably. In this very office.

  Which of them had taken the other’s cock in his mouth that first night? All that hard, needy flesh, just begging to be licked and stroked. Deep throated. Swallowed.

  She leaned forward and pressed her forehead against her monitor, unable to erase the pictures forming behind her eyes. God, she was losing it. In a minute, she’d spontaneously orgasm, and then she’d be incapable of denying the truth.

  Tristan and Matt being lovers fascinated her.

  She wanted to watch them. Wanted to be a part of them.

  “Normally you leave fingerprints on the monitor. Now forehead prints? Cripes, Caity, that machine cost over two grand.”

  She jolted backward at Tristan’s irritated voice. He stood in the kitchenette, wearing a crisp white Oxford shirt and black dress pants. Though it was still a little wet, his dark hair skimmed his shoulders in perfect waves. As rugged as Matt’s looks were, Tristan’s were classic. He looked like a movie star between takes, with just enough edge to make things interesting. More edge than she’d ever guessed. She wouldn’t have pegged him as a rough lover, but last night had proven her wrong on a lot of scores.

  Forest green eyes met hers, then glanced pointedly at the floor. “Who broke your mug?” he asked, his tone immediately softening. “Aww, honey, I’m sorry.”

  All at once, the previous evening rushed back, and she hurried into the kitchen.

  Wile E. Coyote’s head lay in fat pieces on the hardwood floor. She stared as Tris cleaned up the mess. He swore colorfully while he did it, but he didn’t hesitate.

  Her sweet, unselfish friend.

  Okay, that wasn’t true. He could often be selfish. But he wasn’t with her.

  Never with her.

  “Tris,” she whispered, crouching to brush her hand over his hair. Just one quick, illicit touch.

  He turned his head, his gorgeous eyes radiating compassion. “I know that was your favorite. I’ll buy you a new one. Where’d you get it again?”

  “A shop in California.”

  “Oh. Well, they must have a website, right?”

  She didn’t think. Her brain threw up a “currently on vacation” sign, and she was left with pure instinct. That instinct made her slide her palm over Tristan’s jaw, still damp from his morning shave, and pull him closer until his eyes were level with hers.

  “I want to kiss you,” she murmured, shocked to hear the truth fall from her lips.

  Surprise registered on his face, but not only surprise. Anticipation. Desire. Another amazing trio.

  “Do you usually ask?”

  She stroked his cheek, her gaze darting between the path of her fingers and his soft, expectant mouth. “When it’s you, yeah,” she said, drawing her hand away when all she wanted to do was hold on.

  He dropped the paper towels on the floor and shifted to frame her face in his hands. Hands she’d envisioned on her body so many times.

  “So do it,” he murmured, leaning in and doing it for her.

  At first it was the complete antithesis of the kiss she’d shared with Matthew. That one had been crazy, emotional. Uncontrolled. This was a gentle mating of lips. Soft, sweet, and easy. He didn’t press for her to grant him access, but she gave it, opening for him with a low moan.

  When his tongue curled around hers, she shivered. She was already so aroused from the direction of her thoughts that his drugging kisses short-circuited her senses. She slid her hands up his chest to his broad, corded shoulders, digging her nails into his skin as she angled her mouth over his and took the control she knew he was waiting to give.

  He swooped in, enfolding her in his strong, steady arms. He tasted so good, like toothpaste and sex. Her mouth explored every nuance of his while the pressure in her belly built. Lazy explorations turned to a mad duel of tongues and lips. She panted, dizzy from lack of oxygen, but she couldn’t have torn herself away from him if her life had been at stake.

  As frantic as his mouth was, every bit as wild as hers, his hands didn’t roam her body. They stayed securely on her back while she tried to feel as much of him through his clothes as possible.

  More. Just more. It was the only thought she had left.

  The noises coming from the coffee machine made them jerk apart. Breath heaving, she dropped her forehead to his and closed her eyes.

  What the hell had she just done?

  “Morning, kids,” Matt said, his cheerful hello nearly sending her stumbling backward onto the floor. Though her muscles protested from crouching for so long, she still didn’t move. She felt frozen in place. “Sleep well?”

>   She shot Matt a hateful glance and said nothing. Tristan’s arms held fast around her, keeping her in place. “Guess you didn’t have a chance to start the coffee,” she said to Tristan.

  Tristan shook his head. “Hadn’t gotten that far.”

  “Figures.”

  He ran a hand down her hair as he spoke to Matt. “Finesse, pal. Learn it.”

  Cait stared hard at Matt, mentally willing him to remember what she’d said last night.

  Don’t say a word.

  Matt shrugged and turned away, reaching into an overhead cabinet for a cup. “Sorry. You want privacy, you know where the bedrooms are.”

  That got her moving. “I have work to do,” she said stiffly, pushing at Tristan’s biceps.

  “Now that’s what I like to hear. Which one of us should drop his pants first?”

  “Jesus, Matt. Shut the hell up.” Tris brushed his fingertip over her swollen lower lip, his gaze searching hers. “You okay?” he asked in an undertone. “I’ll get you another mug.”

  In spite of the tears one blink away from filling her eyes, she managed to smile. “Sure. Fine. Can I get up now?”

  He released her, and she rose unsteadily. “How’d the mug get broken anyway?” he asked, grabbing the dustpan.

  Cait glanced at Matt and caught his smug little smile. “I can’t remember.”

  Before Matt could make another smart comment, she headed back to her desk. She dropped into her chair and swiveled to face her computer, then clicked open her latest design project.

  One stilted attempt at normalcy coming right up.

  Tristan immediately engaged Matt in some inane banter about Abe Donnelly’s latest over-the-top demands. She didn’t listen.

  Now that she’d made an impossible situation even worse, she was going back to work.

  “She’s a good kisser, huh?”

  “What?” His mind on his current crisis—what to order for lunch from the takeout menu in his hand—Tristan almost didn’t hear Matt.

  Then his brain clicked into gear, and he turned to glare at his best friend. “What did you just say?”

  “Cait. She’s a good kisser. But then we always knew she would be. Don’t think you got past her mouth, but believe you me, the rest of her is just as responsive.”