Buzz

by Shelley Munro

  “Ah, so you are considering my suggestion.”

  “Jen intends to focus on her studies. Besides, there’s one thing you haven’t mentioned. What about you and me? We’ll touch. Three sets of hands and mouths get confusing. Could you handle me kissing you? Getting that up close and personal?”

  Bloody hell! He’d definitely drunk too much tonight. He hadn’t meant to blurt out stuff like that.

  There was a long pause and Sebastian’s mouth twisted. Yeah, exactly what he’d thought. Introduce a little bit of gayness to the conversation and Wayne clearly hesitated.

  “Do you think Fletch and Liam fuck each other?”

  Sebastian grunted and rolled over to face Wayne. Not that he could see much in the dark. “That’s none of our business, but they do seem comfortable together.”

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Wayne said. “You’d better go back to your own bed. I’m sure Jen won’t mind once you explain about the couch.”

  Disappointment surged through Sebastian. Of course. Once the conversation became difficult Wayne bailed. Not that he could blame him. Most other men would do the same. Without another word he rolled off the bed and left. His bed was a king. He could get some sleep and not even touch Jen.

  Jen was asleep when he entered his bedroom. The soft snores were charming, although she probably wouldn’t thank him for mentioning the fact. Gingerly, he climbed into his bed and replaced the covers. For summer it was still damn cold.

  Just about as cold as Wayne’s rejection.

  * * * * *

  Ah! He’d noticed Sebastian’s weird behavior lately. His moodiness. Thick-head that he was, he’d thought Seb was working through his feelings about his divorce. But maybe it was something else entirely. He thought back over the time Sebastian had stayed with him, let his mind wander the possibilities given their conversation. The way Sebastian froze the instant he’d touched him.

  Wayne knew Sebastian loved him. When Wayne had been adopted and Sebastian hadn’t, they’d stayed friends at school and Wayne’s adopted parents had let him invite Sebastian over to play most weekends. Yeah, the love wasn’t in doubt, but what if it was more? And how the heck should he feel about it?

  Wayne flopped over on his back and placed his hands under his head as an extra pillow.

  Could he kiss Sebastian? Would he enjoy it?

  Nah, he liked women. He liked their softness and the way they smelled. He liked their laughter and even their prickly moods. And he loved fucking them. Bottom line—he couldn’t think of a world, his world, without a woman as a lover.

  His mind darted from thought to thought, never settling or coming to a decision. The plain truth was he didn’t know. The last thing he wanted was to screw up his close friendship with Sebastian, yet he could sense that would happen if he didn’t handle his new knowledge carefully.

  And Jen. He had no idea why he hadn’t noticed her charms before. No, that wasn’t quite true. He hadn’t allowed himself to consider Jen in a romantic light before because she’d worked for them.

  But now that problem no longer existed. A sense of rightness filled him as his mind drifted back. He couldn’t get past the way Jen had felt in his arms when she’d pitched headlong into orgasm, and the glance he’d exchanged with Sebastian at the time. The connection that had clicked into place felt right. Perfect.

  He blew out a gust of air, his lungs starting to burn before he inhaled again.

  A plan—something to propel the three of them forward into the next stage. Let the cards fall where they may and all that crap. Yeah. His mouth curled into a sly smile as a plan formed in his mind. Audacious and daring, but it just might work…

  * * * * *

  Jen woke slowly, aware of the heat at her back. A foreign warmth. The tick of a clock that wasn’t normally there. Confusion slammed through her. Her eyes flicked open. Focused. The first thing she noticed was the bookcase, overflowing with books. Her mind sharpened, memories clicking into place. She turned over abruptly, her elbow connecting with hard flesh.

  “Ow. Why does everyone attack my ribs? I’m turning black and blue.”

  “Why are we in bed together?” Her hand slid furtively beneath the covers. Whew. She was fully clothed, which meant…

  Disappointment hit the instant her mind fixed on the truth. She was in bed with one of her hunky bosses and nothing had happened.

  “Wayne came home and kicked me out of his bed.”

  “Did we drink a lot last night?”

  “A few beers and some wine.”

  Huh. No wonder her mouth felt like the desert on a scorching hot day. She swallowed but it didn’t make any difference. “I guess I should go home.”

  Sebastian squinted at his watch. “It’s still early. I’ll drop you off on the way to work.”

  “My neighbors will gossip.”

  “So? It’s none of their business.”

  “You don’t know my neighbors. They probably witnessed me punching Giles and have spread it all over Sloan.”

  “Giles got what was coming to him.” His gaze angled her way. “If your neighbors cause you this much stress then maybe you should sell.”

  “Maybe.”

  “Where would you like to live, location-wise?”

  “I haven’t thought about it too hard.” But Sebastian was right. She’d known the neighbors from the time she was old enough to speak. It was like having extra sets of parents looking out for her. Okay if she was seven, but not so much fun now that she was dating and old enough for sleepovers.

  “Do I get a kiss good morning?”

  His husky voice broke off her train of thought. “What?” While they stared at each other her heart tried to break out of her chest. “Why?”

  “Because I didn’t get a kiss good night?”

  She huffed out a laugh. “Not a good enough reason. Besides, I have morning breath.”

  “Not a good enough reason.” He lobbed her excuse back at her and shifted closer before she could blink. He lowered his head slowly, giving her an out if she wanted it. Jen didn’t move a muscle. Their lips brushed, and Sebastian lifted his head.

  “You call that a kiss?” she muttered in disgust.

  A slow grin broke out, transforming his expression into one of mischief, and he pounced before she could react. There was nothing tentative about this kiss. Their lips fit together perfectly, his big hands cradling her head while he plundered her mouth. Sensations danced across her skin like tiny water sprites doing an erotic dance.

  After a few seconds of his confident touch, she burned. Her clothes became cumbersome and heavy. Too restrictive when she wanted to rub against him like a cat. A purr of pleasure built in her chest and she clutched his shoulders, fighting for fuller contact. He sipped and tasted, stealing her air, making her dizzy.

  When he finally lifted his head, his eyes glittered. “How is your hand today?”

  She unclenched the hand that had—unbeknownst to her—found a place in his hair and frowned at it. “It feels fine. A bit stiff and achy but nothing too bad.”

  “I should have kissed you last night,” he said.

  “Yeah, right. Those magic lips would have done the trick.”

  His eyes twinkled. “I’d like to kiss you again.”

  “Ah, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  “Coward.”

  “I’ve just come out of a relationship. Starting another one—”

  “Giles doesn’t count. Look, I could use the same excuse, but couldn’t we take things slow? Aw, fuck.” He bit off the curse, suddenly looking a bit sick. “No, you’re right. We can’t do this.”

  “Why?” she demanded.

  “Because Wayne likes you, and I don’t intend to get into a dispute over any woman.”

  Jen led with her elbow, digging him in the ribs. “I’m not property.”

  A grunt escaped him and he shifted a fraction. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that how it sounded.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him, letting him see her
displeasure. “Shouldn’t I have some say?”

  Sebastian’s head jerked up, his attention on a sound near the doorway.

  “Can I join in the fun?” Wayne sauntered into the bedroom wearing nothing but a broad smile.

  Jen’s focus shot straight to his cock. “I notice you’re happy to see us,” she said drily.

  “Jesus,” Sebastian muttered. “Close your eyes and I’ll get rid of him.”

  “And miss the free show? I don’t think so.” Jen’s gaze slid down, taking in the muscles in Wayne’s legs and calves before traveling upward again, past his narrow hips and erection to his broad chest. It was smooth and hair-free unlike Sebastian’s. She’d felt his crisp chest hair when they’d kissed. Finally she studied the tribal tattoo that swirled over part of Wayne’s left arm and shoulder. Sexy, and just perfect to lick.

  “Damn, Wayne. Go and get some clothes.”

  “No, wait,” she blurted. “Let me see your butt.”

  Sebastian groaned.

  “What?” she asked. “I need to fuel my fantasies. Sex toys are no fun without the fantasy.”

  Grinning, Wayne did a model-like swivel and pranced around, letting her view his body from every conceivable angle. Then he strutted right up to the bed and sat down before rolling next to her. “Why settle for fantasies when you can have the real thing?”

  Sebastian tsked under his breath. “Is that the normal spiel you give your girlfriends?”

  Wayne waggled his eyebrows without taking his attention from her. “I work with the tools at hand. Do I get a kiss?”

  Wayne moved before Jen could answer, sliding onto the bed and slanting his mouth over hers. A burst of mint danced across her taste buds, making her conscious of her morning breath. It didn’t seem to bother Wayne. He held her close, twirling his tongue with hers until desire clawed at her. When he finally lifted his head to wink at her, she was breathing hard and was totally confused. How could she respond to both men? It hadn’t even seemed weird knowing that Sebastian was watching them. If anything, Sebastian’s presence had made her hotter.

  Wayne propped himself up on his elbow and peered over at Sebastian. “Do I get a kiss from you too?”

  Jen felt her eyes widen. A shocked sound came from Sebastian but it was cut off by Wayne. Without hesitation, one big hand cupped Sebastian’s head. Jen watched, her mouth dropping open as the two men kissed. It was fierce. It was urgent and bruising, Sebastian resisting before the fight suddenly sapped from him. He groaned. Jen saw the kiss gentle and the weird tension seep away. When their lips finally parted, their gazes caught and held.

  Curiosity ran rampant in her. Had they done this before? Then another thought bloomed and horror filled her. She’d kissed Sebastian. She didn’t want to break up the two men if they were together in that way. She ripped her gaze off them, suddenly uncomfortable, wishing she were somewhere else instead of trapped between the two hard bodies like the filling in a sandwich. “Are you guys gay?”

  “No.”

  “No!” Wayne echoed.

  She scanned their expressions. Both men looked weird, a bit shocked.

  Sebastian cleared his throat. “Ah, that was interesting.”

  Wayne, who normally had a lot to say for himself, remained silent. He moved a fraction, flipping back the covers to crawl into the bed next to her. The sandwich came to mind again. He pressed close and something hard poked her in the thigh. Good grief. He still had an erection. Curiouser and curiouser.

  “Um, what time do you guys need to leave for work?”

  “When we’re ready,” Wayne said.

  Okay.

  “I’ll take you home after breakfast,” Sebastian said.

  “We’ll pick you up for dinner at six,” Wayne said.

  Breakfast. Dinner? “Why?”

  “Jen, think,” Wayne said in a gentle rumble. “We’re courting you.”

  “But…” She glanced at Sebastian, saw the watchfulness in his pale eyes. Her attention wandered to Wayne. “But…”

  “We want you to come to dinner and spend time with us. If it will make you feel better we’ll invite Gaby, Fletch and Liam too,” Wayne said. “Gaby will help you keep us in line.”

  “Do you want to take a shower?” Sebastian asked. “I can give you some clothes to wear home.”

  “Ah, thanks.” Clothes, dinner, dating. Things were moving way too quickly for her brain this morning. She couldn’t think of a single reason to refuse. And if Gaby was there too… Maybe she could ask Gaby a few questions about how she and her men managed to interact together on a permanent basis without things turning weird. Her mouth dropped open. Cripes, was she actually considering climbing into bed with both of them?

  Sebastian jumped out of bed and rummaged through a set of drawers. He produced a pair of board shorts and a pale blue T-shirt, silently handing them to her.

  “There are clean towels in the bathroom cupboard,” Wayne said.

  Jen glanced at both of them again and nodded. Without warning she felt superfluous and accepted the clothes from Sebastian with a curt nod before making a rapid exit.

  She scurried down the passage, entering the bathroom and locking the door with a loud click. Only then did she slump against the wall and attempt to even out her breathing.

  Was she really going to do this? Wayne and Sebastian—both of them?

  Sebastian waited until he heard the lock of the bathroom door slide home. Excellent. Jen wouldn’t interrupt them for a few minutes.

  “What the hell was that?” The words erupted from him, carrying every ounce of the confusion swirling around inside him.

  “An experiment.”

  He paused, willing Wayne to expound. He didn’t. Instead he stared at him, making Sebastian want to shuffle his feet. A reversion to his uncomfortable schoolboy days when he’d stood in front of the class and stammered like an idiot. The other kids had jeered him.

  “I’ll go and start the coffee.” He took two steps toward the door.

  “Coward.”

  Sebastian spun to glare at Wayne. “What do you want from me? What do you want me to say? That we’ll braid each other’s hair?”

  Wayne spluttered, the seriousness leaving his brown eyes. “Mate, you don’t have enough hair to braid. But Jen has long enough hair for both of us to plait at the same time.”

  The oomph in Sebastian’s argument popped. “Is this a good idea?”

  “I don’t know,” Wayne said, sobering. “But I like Jen, and it felt right holding her while she climaxed. I liked sharing that with you.”

  “Just because it felt good that doesn’t make it right.”

  “Of course not. All three of us need to be in agreement.”

  “And that’s why you—” Sebastian gestured with his hand, unable to squeeze the words past the lump in his throat. Wayne kissed me.

  “Kissed you. I figured you were right last night. I don’t want to go into this with reservations. I might quiz Fletch and Liam tonight.”

  “I…you can’t!”

  “Why not? Didn’t you like the kiss?”

  “I’ll go and put on the coffee. Jen will be finished in a moment.” Sebastian fled, knowing it was cowardly but unable to stay a moment longer in his room when Wayne was in his bed.

  Naked.

  In the kitchen he realized the only item of clothing he wore was his boxer-briefs. God, between the two of them they’d scare Jen away before they’d even started. He took two steps down the passage before coming to an abrupt halt. Nope. He’d stay the way he was. He wasn’t ashamed of his body but he was worried about his control. Christ, Wayne had flaunted himself, then leaned over to kiss him as if he did it every day.

  Sebastian’s stomach flipped, and he couldn’t decide if it was fear or excitement. Messages of lust raced through his veins at the memory of Wayne’s lips teasing his, the friction of morning stubble against his chin. He hadn’t realized how sexy that would be, how the sandpaper sensation would fire his cock to life.

  With
a shaky hand he reached for the coffeepot. He managed to fill it with cold water despite the continuing tremors. Wayne had kissed him. Wayne kissed Jen too. Damn, why did his brain have to broadcast that particular thought?

  But Wayne wouldn’t play him.

  That was one thing he knew without a doubt.

  Footsteps heralded an arrival. Sebastian fought the urge to glance over his shoulder. Wayne— No! He forced himself to collect eggs from the pantry. Scrambled eggs and bacon. If he focused on cooking he might make it through the next hour until they left for work without doing anything stupid.

  * * * * *

  Jen let the warm water pour down over her shoulders. She’d seen the wet room at Gaby’s house but had never used one before. The wide, open spaces of the bathroom made her glad she’d locked the door, but she had to admit that not having to watch herself while stepping into the shower was excellent. Way less potential for stubbed toes. And she didn’t have to worry about water splashes because that was what the bathroom was designed for with the waterproof tiles on the walls and floor. And the extra shower heads. She twisted a lever and water massaged her from a different angle. Pure decadence. The entire room was modern and sleek and she loved it. So much room.

  Without warning her mind stepped out of line and flooded her with images of two men sharing the shower with her. Wet, naked limbs. Roving hands. Teasing mouths…

  A husky groan slipped from her as arousal zipped the length of her body, settling between her thighs with an insistent hum. One hand crept up to cup her breast before she jerked it away in disgust. She didn’t have time for romance or sex or any of the other emotions that came hand in hand with a man. Men.

  She grabbed a face cloth and lathered it up with shower gel. A burst of citrus surrounded her, a tonic to her scattered senses. She briskly cleansed her body. Thinking about one man, let alone two, rated as plain stupidity.

  She had a plan for the rest of her life and the next year didn’t include any wild sex.

  So there!

  Her body didn’t take the slightest bit of notice, ignoring her decision by softening and aching for a hard cock. Grumpily, she turned off the water and toweled herself dry. Five minutes later she padded down the passage to the kitchen, enticed by the scent of coffee and cooking bacon. The borrowed clothes rubbed against her skin as she entered the kitchen. She tugged at them and furiously averted her mind from everything related to sex.