Jerk.
Her pussy felt empty. Like it needed to be filled. And she was damn tired of waiting for this. She’d needed him for such a long time.
Zach too.
She couldn’t escape one last thought of Zach, but she’d cross that bridge when she got there. Who knew what it would be like with Zach?
And Zach and Quinn.
Another thing she didn’t know if she was ready for.
The words were out of her mouth almost before she knew she was going to say them. “Condom? Time for the condom?”
“Uh-huh.” He scrambled over and slipped on the condom. His hand shook. He was obviously hurrying. And quiet for him. Like he was still speechless.
She took it as a boon to her feminine wiles she could make this man shake a little. That she could render him speechless.
He turned toward her with the condom on. Glanced at her and groaned. “God, you’re beautiful.” He echoed the words he’d said earlier. “I know I keep saying that, but it’s true.”
She’d been called many things. Even been called beautiful before by him. But nothing seemed as important as that comment from him right now. Nothing seemed to mean as much. It made her heart pound. And it felt like she melted.
She was ready for him. Now.
As if sensing that, he was on her before she could say anything back. He claimed her in a powerful kiss that sent her reeling. His body came up against her, leaving her no room to even breathe.
He pressed until her back was on the wall. His cock probed between her thighs, pressing in as if seeking entrance.
This was what she needed. All she needed. Him inside her. It would be bliss. If she could get there.
She gave herself up to him, letting him do what he could and would. It felt right to do that. Her skin felt as hot as the volcano at Pompeii.
He seated himself in the cleft between her thighs and continued to plunder her mouth.
They stayed like that for several moments, only coming up for air as needed. They were both panting at the last gasp for breath.
Then he moved and pressed against her legs, urging them apart like a wishbone. His touch still shook.
She wasn’t sure what he intended, but she spread her legs wide, and he placed a hand on each buttock before he pulled her up his body.
Her feet left the floor. They dangled in midair.
Not what she was expecting. She gasped at the sudden motion and the unanticipated position.
He used the wall and his arms to push her up until he could thrust forward and his cock was at her pussy.
The right height.
Damn, but he’d known well enough all along. She shifted herself as wide as she could. It was still a shock when he pressed forward and his tip entered her. A good one. Even that little bit took her senses over the great divide.
She’d never been held up like this and taken. She tried to accommodate him as best as she could.
“Stop wiggling.” His voice was forceful. Demanding. Almost ended on a growl. “Just let me.”
She froze and tried to quit moving. She’d never been this obedient. “Are you going to be able to hold me up?” She couldn’t imagine he would, not for the whole time they’d have sex.
As if in answer, he lowered his lips and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue against her in time with his cock.
It was the most intimate experience of her life. He fully penetrated her as he held her up. They would hardly separate before he was back to the hilt in her again.
She grasped at his neck, fully engaged in his being inside her. Nothing had ever felt like this. He was thick. And so close to her that when he breathed, she breathed. Their hearts seemed to be beating in time with each other.
Her body was coated in sweat. His? Hers? Did it matter? Not with his body so into hers she couldn’t see anything beyond him.
Pleasure started at her center and released in an exodus throughout her entire being. It was like a starburst being spun around so it hit every hidden point. She screeched his name, among other things. Her fingernails scratched at his neck, so great was the climax that rolled her into ecstasy.
Just as her orgasm was winding down, he clenched her ass cheeks with even more vigor. He pounded against her as much as the position would allow. They strained against each other, trying to get as much from the moment as they could.
She could barely stand as he lowered her down his body. She hated to break the contact.
More moans escaped from both of them as they got free from each other. Their breathing was still in stereo.
He took the condom off and put it in the old wrapper. Ran a shaking hand through his hair. “Now we can go in the bedroom.”
She laughed a little, and he joined in.
She’d never imagined being with two men before. Maybe she didn’t have to. Maybe she’d have to read up on what would happen. So she wouldn’t appear stupid. The Internet worked great for looking up embarrassing things. Unless someone ever saw her history.
Regardless of what she discovered, she’d taken a risk, and so far it had worked out. Maybe they could make this happen.
Chapter Six
“This isn’t going to work.” Zach propelled her toward the door of the bar. “Not in any way, shape, or form.” He swallowed as he said the words. He’d been thinking about his encounter with Quinn. Thinking about being with her.
And he’d come to the only natural conclusion.
He was screwed up in the head. He could never be with anyone. Not the way his mind worked. If it couldn’t work with those two, it couldn’t work at all with anyone.
She barely acknowledged him as she struck off toward his car. Her legs were shorter than his, yet he was having to double-time it to keep up with her.
Maybe she was pissed at him. But it was better to get this out in the open now than to pretend everything was okay.
“Did you hear what I said?” He reached over to grab her shoulder. Only his hand ended up in her hair instead, and they both stopped walking. Silky tresses brushed along his rough knuckles. She was like satin. He could smell something slightly fruity.
“I heard.” She still didn’t turn to face him, but neither did she move away from his touch.
“You aren’t commenting.” He stared at his fingers still in her hair. He should remove them. Should stop touching her. Seeing her.
Yet he couldn’t quite pull away his fingers yet. Maybe in a minute. The strands felt too good to let go of.
He could smell her too. Some floral scent that made him harden even more than inspecting her body. He might know what he needed to do, but that didn’t mean his body wanted to do it. His little head and his big head kept getting into arguments. Not to mention his heart was somewhere in there, and it was torn between the two parts of him. No wonder he gave out mixed signals.
She slowly turned to face him, and when he tried to remove his hand, she grabbed it, keeping his touch on her. “I’m not commenting, because I don’t need to. I’m not going to argue with you.” Her free-flowing short skirt twitched in the breeze. She had beautiful legs. Touchable legs. Smooth skin.
She would wrap her legs around you. As Quinn pounded into her from the back. You would finally have everything you’ve ever wanted. Cock and pussy at the same time. Rough hands and tits.
It would never work. That was why he had to handle this now
And yet maybe her comment was his motive and saving grace. If he could get her into an argument, it would be much easier to leave her alone. As it was, she haunted his dreams. She starred in so many movies in his head, he sometimes would wake up thinking she was there. Along with a long-legged, towheaded dancer.
Whose phone calls you aren’t returning.
He’d made it plain to Quinn it wasn’t working, but Quinn continued to call him. Eventually he’d get the message. Now Zach had to prove it wasn’t right to Josie. Once they saw it couldn’t succeed, it would be easy to cut off ties. They had to see reason.
He already had.
“We can’t work. This relationship will never fly.” Why hadn’t they come to that conclusion already?
“Why? You’d be getting the best of both worlds. You’d have Quinn for the male bits and me for the female bits. We all win with that scenario.” She cocked her head and pressed a gentle kiss on the side of his hand.
Her mouth on his skin burned him. Flamed him. Being with them was so simple an idea. But yet on the underside of it, it didn’t work. Because he always thought about the sex he wasn’t with, not being fair to the one he was with. He was cursed. He was damned. There were no solutions. Or at least none he could spot.
Except for being with two at the same time.
And it was hard enough being with one person at a time. Magnify it by two, and that meant one thing. Problems.
Course, all he could see now was her.
Her troubled gaze took him in. Seemed to observe him from all sides. Seemed to stare right into his soul.
They were at his car. He hadn’t even realized they were there. Yet he could distinguish it behind her.
She slipped out her tongue to moisten her lips.
He felt her action all the way down to his toes. And back up again to the tips of each strand of hair. His cock, which was already hard, grew harder.
“You didn’t answer me. Why? Why won’t we ‘work,’ as you keep saying? I would think it would be a good way to get what we all want.”
What we all want.
Each other.
It had solved her dilemma of being attracted to both of them at the same time. Ditto with Quinn.
Yet he didn’t think either of them would want the ultimate experience, which was what he needed. A true threesome. All three of them together at the same time. Even Quinn hadn’t done that in his ménage relationship. Could they enter into a relationship like that?
What had Rose said when she’d talked to him today? That they were embarking on new frontiers? Maybe that was true.
* * * *
He’d run by Temples because Tucker had something to give him for a carpentry job Tucker was doing for him. Why Temples? Who knew? It wasn’t like Tucker didn’t have a home or an office. But Ally had been at Temples, and as her lover, Tucker, was stuck to her side, and he’d asked Zach to come by there instead. This was the one place he didn’t want to be.
He’d walked in carefully. Tiptoeing. He didn’t want to chance running into Quinn. That was the last thing he’d needed. He’d had the date with Josie on his calendar, and he wasn’t even sure he was going to show up for it. An encounter with Quinn wouldn’t rank high on his priority list.
“Zach!” Rose had sauntered out wearing some evening gown that sparkled whenever the light hit it.
He’d mentally shushed her. Not that Rose would be hushed. “Hey, Rose. I’m here to see Tucker.” He’d spoken quietly. Not exactly whispering, but he for sure wasn’t broadcasting like Rose did.
“Tucker’s in the back helping Ally with something.” She’d flashed him a dazzling smile. “He said you could give me the plans for his little job. I’ll make sure he gets it.” She held out her hand tipped by long, red, manicured nails. They had to be false ones.
Zach had handed over the plans, grateful she wasn’t making him go to the back of the bar where he’d be likely to run into Quinn. He’d turned to run out the front door and away from where he might encounter Quinn, but Rose’s voice had stopped him.
“Zach.”
Should have known he wouldn’t get away that easily. “Yes?” He turned around to see Rose staring at him. He glanced behind her. No sign of Quinn. But the longer he stayed, the more chances he’d run into him.
“You take things so seriously. You always have.”
Zach had nodded as she approached him wearing heels that would have felled a man like him. She spoke the truth. Not that he’d suspected she’d known him so well. They’d been friends, yes, but not best friends. Course, Rose was a good observer because her alter ego, Devyn, was. He’d always seen things that no one else had seen.
“You need to loosen up. Let things be what they can be.” She waved a hand. “Quinn’s a good man. Josie’s a good woman. They could be good for you. You just have to let them.”
He’d laughed a bitter laugh. But he wasn’t good for them. He didn’t say that. But she must have known what he’d been thinking.
“Stop that. They could. You all are about to embark upon a new frontier for the three of you. You need to figure out that they can help you. They can be with you. A relationship doesn’t have to be the traditional two to work.” She’d air-kissed him and walked away before he could comment or argue. Smart drag queen.
* * * *
Staring into Josie’s eyes now, he could almost believe they could go on a new adventure. He could almost believe it could work. He could imagine Quinn and Josie could finally give him some peace in a relationship. That they could ride off into the sunset on something big enough for three.
Which was why she was so dangerous. Why Quinn was too. He’d hoped he could be with Quinn and Josie. Then he’d had sex with Quinn, and it hadn’t worked out the way he’d wanted it to. That had shown him what had to be and what he needed. And he couldn’t imagine them signing on for it.
He couldn’t change who he was. No matter how badly he wanted to. Everyone wanted to be normal. He was no different. And some said there was no normal. But he knew he was more abnormal than most.
Josie looked at him expectantly.
Yes, she’d asked him a question. “I can’t change who I am, Jos.” He let out a full sigh. “I can’t be with a woman without thinking about a man. And I can’t be with a man without thinking about a woman.”
She cocked her head. “Who did you think about when you were with Quinn?”
“You. Of course.” Which wasn’t fair to Quinn. His mind should have been on the man. Not on the woman he wanted to do… “Wait, how did you know I’d been with Quinn?”
“Because I was with him.” She moved so suddenly she surprised him. Of course, he was distracted with a million images of her being with Quinn. He held his ground, so she slipped against him.
Her body was hot against his. So supple. So curvy. The feel of her against him was precious.
She stood on tiptoe and pressed her arms around his head, exerting pressure and bringing his face down toward hers.
It was either fight her and hurt himself or comply and see where this was going.
She planted her lips on his. Wouldn’t let him withdraw. She laid her lips atop his and slowly drew her tongue across the seam of his mouth before spiraling it in to play with his.
His toes curled. Couldn’t help his reaction. Nor the shiver that moved up and down him.
She slowly loosened her hold on his head, perhaps because she felt him becoming more compliant. She tangled her hands in his hair.
He thrust his hips against her and backed her up against his car. The growl that emerged from him was fierce. No more so than his reaction.
Dammit, but he wanted this woman. He wanted her under him. Any way he could get her.
She was soft under his hard. Curvy under his straightness. Willful against his rigid state.
She ignited his soul as much as Quinn did. The idea of them together was erotically challenging. He could imagine the moment Quinn had penetrated her. The bliss in their expressions. His kissing grew frantic along with his thoughts.
She gave him as good as she got from him. She returned his kiss with fervor. Thrust her pelvis against him. She pulled his shirt out from his jeans and ran her hands up the planes of his chest. In the tight space between them, he could feel everything she did to him.
Even her palms were hot. They were like kindling to his kerosene. He went up in flames.
Couldn’t help himself. Wanted her. Needed her.
The time for denial was not right now. He needed to see where this would go. She’d pushed him too far.
He forgot where they were. Only knew that he needed to be against
her. Needed to be within her depths.
He had a condom in his wallet. Thank God. It wasn’t crowded out where he was parked this time of night. All the partiers had arrived and were not going to leave until close. The early birds had already left to go home. There’d be few out there. It was dark. This could happen. Now. The way he needed it to.
For as much as he protested, he wanted this to work. And yes, he had thought about screwing Josie most of the day leading up to their date. He’d intended to break it off before that could ever happen, but knowing she’d been with Quinn had pushed him over the edge. He couldn’t get that image from his mind. Couldn’t escape the thought he needed to be with her now.
Right there.
He grabbed his keys from his pocket and went to the driver’s side to unlock his car. It had been ages since he’d messed around in a car. He’d been an erring teenager who hadn’t known all his proclivities yet.
Josie was about to learn more about him. Maybe more than she wanted to. She’d better be ready.
“Get in.” He unlocked the doors, which made a clicking sound. He scanned the streets. Just as he’d thought, there was no one walking around.
She sashayed to the other side of the car, swinging her hips back and forth as though proud of herself. Yes, she’d made him too horny to resist. She put her hand on the passenger-side front door.
“Nope. Not there.” He moved to the rear door and opened it. There would be no illusions about what was about to happen.
She yanked her door open too, having gone to it while he was thinking. “The backseat?”
He growled his answer. “Yes. Now. I want you.” His gaze met hers. Wouldn’t she retreat from him now? Wouldn’t this be more than she was ready to handle? Would she go for a romp with him?
“Hmph.” She gracefully sat on the seat and closed the car door. “What is it with you and Quinn and beds? Geesh.”
He moved alongside her and shut his door behind him. “What do you mean?” Dammit, but the seat was smaller than he’d remembered. It was going to be logistical trickery to make this work. But he didn’t want to wait to drive home. Couldn’t wait.
Because if you wait, you’ll change your mind.
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