CRAVE: A Small Town Menage Romance (Reckless Falls Book 4)

by Vivian Lux

  I yelped when the cold of the cream hit my sensitive nipple. "Good idea," Jackson rumbled, pinching my other nipple between his fingers before topping it in cream.

  In my wildest fantasies, I'd never even considered it, but here I was, living it in real life. Two achingly sexy men greedily licking and sucking the cream off my breasts, sending shockwaves through my body. I let my head fall back, sliding to the floor and they moved over the top of me, still greedily kissing and licking. "This is fucking perfect," Finn hissed as her drew another cool line of cream along my tummy. "Fuck, I fucking love you so much."

  I froze and tilted my head up to see Jackson catch Finn's eye. And they both smiled. "Yeah Bee," Jackson added. "I love you too. I don't think you heard me the first time I said it."

  "I did," I stammered. "I just..." My heart threatened to burst out of my chest it was beating so hard.

  All this time I thought I knew what love was. I was married, for heaven's sake.

  But it had never been like this. Thrilling, but safe. Fun, and caring and so very easy. "Holy shit," I realized. "I love you too. Both of you." I could feel tears starting to sting my eyes and blinked them away rapidly as I felt a smile stretch across my face. "Holy shit!" I laughed.

  Finn and Jackson both smiled back at me, lifting me up. "Come here," Finn growled, sitting back and setting me down in his lap. "I need to be inside of you. Right now."

  I whimpered as I slowly lowered myself down onto his cock. He growled in my ear as I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tightly. His dick was so long, so perfectly curved and that piercing... "My god, you feel so good," I gasped.

  "I know something else that'll feel good," Jackson whispered in my ear.

  Finn held me tight, not moving. From behind me, I could feel Jackson positioning himself, my heart hammering in my throat. When I felt him press against my ass, I arched backwards to meet him. "Yes," I whispered frantically. "I want to feel you both, Inside me. At the same time, oh my god...."

  "You are too perfect for words," Finn growled.

  He wrapped his arms around me tight, and laid back so that my chest was pressed against his. He moved his cock in slow circles, teasing me as Jackson reached over into my pantry. "Gotta love bakers," he chuckled as he pulled out the big vat of vegetable oil.

  "Holy..." I inhaled sharply as he dribbled the cool oil down my crack and then began to massage my tight asshole with his thumb. Finn still held me tight with one arm, but with the other hand he cupped my face, turning my head so that my whole vision was filled with the blue of his eyes.

  "I want to watch your face as he slides in," Finn said and the low, possessive rumble in his voice thrilled right through me.

  I nodded, mewling a little as Jackson's thumb pressed deeper. Then I grunted a low animal sound as I felt the head of his cock press against my ass.

  "Breathe, baby girl," Jackson whispered, and I nodded again, and as I exhaled, I felt the fiery ring as he pushed his way inside. I opened my mouth to scream, but suddenly that fire bloomed into an incredible heat that had me gasping instead.

  "Holy shit," Finn growled, watching me.

  "Fuck..." Jackson exhaled, sliding deep inside of me.

  I was sandwiched between them, crushed between their chests, and the feeling was too exquisite to believe. The incredible fullness I felt at having them both inside of me at once matched the incredible fullness that was in my heart. I felt loved, and cherished, and worshipped. With each slow stroke, Finn caressed my face, promising that he loved me, as Jackson whispered in my ear from behind, telling me how good I felt, how incredible I was, how lucky he was that he had me.

  And suddenly it was too much. All at once I burst open and then shattered, laughing and crying at the same time. Every emotion flooded my system at once and I went into overload, overwhelmed by the intensity of everything I was feeling. I buried my face in Finn's neck, screaming as I shattered from the inside out, and the sound of our mingled voices echoed off the stainless steel of my kitchen until it finally died away, leaving my ears ringing.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

  Finn

  It seemed like it took forever for me to even catch my breath enough to say, "Oh my God."

  "Oh my God," Bee echoed, resting her head on my shoulder and nuzzling into my neck.

  "Ditto," Jackson chimed in, pushing himself up with his arms.

  Bee started giggling. "What's going on?" I asked, brushing her hair back from her face.

  "Can you imagine if the health inspector came in right now?" she laughed. "We just about broke every health code imaginable, right now."

  I laughed, and Jackson snorted, which made us both start laughing harder, but underneath all of that laughter, I thought I heard a faint noise that didn't belong.

  But I didn't care. I was too busy kissing Bee. Her lips, her jaw, her neck. She said she loved me, and I knew I loved her, and whatever happened next, I had that.

  I'd make this work. Me and Bee. The three of us.

  It was what I wanted.

  And I always got what I wanted.

  Jackson pulled himself back, gently extricating himself. But not gently enough. Bee yelped as she was suddenly deposited on the cold floor. "Shit, sorry," Jackson hissed. "Next time let's do this on a bed."

  "I need a bigger bed," Bee complained.

  I was about to tell her all about the size of my bed and what I planned on doing to her in it, when I heard it again. That same strange noise, something hissing like a snake. Or the rush of air being let out of a tire.

  Or out of a spray can.

  I sat up. "What the fuck?" I asked the air.

  And then all at once, I was running. Bare feet pounding, I sprinted my way to the front door. I skidded to a stop to turn the bolt, then threw the door open.

  "Finn! Pants!" Jackson yelled.

  But I'd already spotted the figure, hanging in the shadows of the alley between our two buildings. He was so intent on his work that he didn't notice the wild-eyed fury streaking towards him, completely nude, until I was almost on him.

  He dropped the can and started running. And even though I hadn't been running in fucking forever, I was still in way better shape than this asshole, whoever he was, because I caught up to him in about twenty paces, and tackled him to the ground.

  "What the fuck!" he whined, thrashing around. "Get your dick off me!"

  "Ha, not a chance, fucker," I snarled, pinning him down with an elbow across the back of his neck. He choked and turned his head to the side as I ground his face into the pavement. His eyes widened in panic.

  Good. "Start talking," I warned him. "Or it's gonna start hurting worse. Who the fuck are you and why the fuck do you keep messing up Bee's store?"

  His lip curled in disgust but he didn't say a word.

  Behind me, I heard the sound of Jackson's feet. "Let's see how long the stoic act lasts once my friend punches your teeth in," I warned him.

  "Who the fuck is it?" Jackson yelled.

  "No idea," I said, yanking the prowler over onto his back so I could look him in the face. "I never seen him before in my life." I closed my hands tighter around his throat. "Who the fuck are you?" I demanded. "Cut the silent act, we caught you red-handed, asshole. Or rather, black handed."

  His hands were indeed black from the spray paint he had scrawled on the side of these store.

  Jackson reached out, silently handing me my pants as I stood back up, but I was too caught up in my anger. I grabbed the prowler by his collar and swung him around so he slammed into the bricks. "Last chance, dickwad. Who the fuck are you?"

  "Get the fuck off me," the prowler whined, clawing at my hand, but my grip was too tight. He struggled for a second, but then suddenly froze.

  I heard Bee's light tread on the pavement as she approached us warily. I turned and saw her face, draining of all color as she stared at the man I had pinned against the wall.

  "Zach!" she gasped.

  CHAPTER FORTY

  Jackson


  "Your ex?" I snarled, whirling around with my fist already balled up and ready to knock him out.

  "Jackson, no," Bee said faintly.

  I turned and looked at her. My blood was boiling hot and red rage clouded the edge of my vision. "You sure Bee?" I asked. "Because this fucker deserves to walk away from here with a few less teeth."

  "I know," she breathed, still staring at him. I couldn't read her expression, but I sure as shit didn't like the way her shoulders were stooped forward. As if the weight of remembering she used to be married to this asshole was weighing her down.

  I didn't react well when Finn told me he'd caught Mercy out on a date with another man. I didn't react calmly or rationally. I punched a fucking wall.

  But I never tried to fuck her over. I just walked away.

  This coward screwed up the best thing he'd probably ever have in his miserable life by cheating on Bee. And now he had the gall to still mess with her? To fuck with her livelihood and scare the shit out of her too? She'd almost quit. He'd almost torn her down all over again and that was something I couldn't let slide.

  I roared and grabbed him by the shirt, hauling him forward until he was inches from Bee. "You look at her, asshole," I snarled. "You take a good long look at what you lost."

  He struggled, twisting in my grip. Finn grabbed him by the face with one hand, squeezing his cheeks, while with the other hand he yanked up his pants. "Look," Finn snarled. "You look her in the eye."

  Bee lifted her chin as Finn forced her ex-husband's head upward. Zach was breathing heavily, in ragged, panicked exhales. "Zach," she repeated, shaking her head.

  He dropped his gaze to the ground which pissed me right the fuck off.

  "Come on, asshole," I snarled, yanking him forward. "Be a man and look her in the fucking eye."

  He blew out a blubbering breath, spittle flying from his lips as Finn squeezed his face. And still Bee stared. Her big brown eyes were shining unnaturally bright. She swallowed, and her lip wobbled a little, seconds away from tears.

  I felt Zach relax a little in my grip and wanted to strangle him all over again. This sick fuck liked that he was about to make Bee cry. A creepy grin spread across his face, and he started to reach for her. "Come on," he said. "Beatrix...."

  Bee's eyes went wide. She opened her mouth...

  And burst out laughing.

  "Oh my God!" she yelled, clapping her hands together and then pressing them to her mouth. The bright peals of her laughter echoed off the walls of the alleyway, startling a group of seagulls that had been milling around our dumpster. She laughed so hard she doubled over, letting out a series of hysterical shrieks.

  Finn chuckled and then looked at me. I felt the laughter bubbling up in my chest, and suddenly I was laughing too. It was so absurd, I couldn't help it.

  "Seriously, dude?" Finn whooped. "This was your plan to get her back?"

  "You thought she'd be scared and come rushing back to you?" I chuckled.

  "That Bee would give up that easily?"

  "Talk about pathetic," I echoed with snort. "You've got problems, my man."

  Zach looked at the three of us and his mouth twisted up in a livid scowl. "Beatrix!" he snapped. "Stop it!"

  Like she was some kind of bad little puppy.

  I really fucking hated this dude.

  At the sound of his voice, Bee's laughter trailed off, and she stood up again. She walked up to Zach and we held him tightly in place as she got right up into space. "I told you," she said to him in dangerously low voice. "I told you, I don't know how many times. Call me Bee."

  Zach blinked. He opened his mouth, but Bee was already done with him, stepping back to casually glance at the graffiti that marked up her wall.

  "Go home," she read. "No one wants you here."

  She took a deep breath, and looked back over at her ex. "You think so? I think you're wrong. They do want me here," she said, eyes sparkling. "They want me here. And this is my home."

  CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

  Bee

  I didn't press charges.

  You might think that was the wrong move. Or worse, that I hadn't changed at all. That I was still stuck in my old pattern of being way too nice. That I was worried about his comfort and whether or not he'd ever make it in jail (hint: he wouldn't).

  But that's not why I let him walk away.

  I let him walk away because I had too much to look forward to in the future to spend any more time getting dragged back into the past.

  Opening night found me standing in the doorway of Indigo with my heart in my throat.

  I spotted Charlie's blonde head, bobbing in the crowd, just a nanosecond before she saw me. She rushed up with a nervous giggle. "How do I look?" she asked, smoothing her hands over her sleek, professional black uniform.

  "So fancy!" I sighed, reaching out to give her a hug.

  Charlie squeezed me tight. "I can't thank you enough for getting me this job," she said. "Only working nights? This is amazing. Malcolm's already down tonight and I can be with him during the day now. And with the paycheck I just got I was able to get my car fixed too!"

  I was about to respond, but she held me so tightly that she squeezed the breath from my lungs. "You're a really good friend," she whispered. "Thank you so much for all of your help."

  "Well…" I grinned as I pulled back. "Anything to get you away from Spiro. At least these bosses are just a tad nicer."

  "Oh my God, and so much better looking too," Charlie squealed. "I mean, have you looked at them?"

  I had to hide my laugh behind a cough. "Yeah," I choked. "They're pretty handsome."

  "Sexy as fuck." She sighed. "Maybe someday I'll be able to date again. Like maybe when Malcolm's eighteen."

  "You'll find someone," I promised her. "I can help you!"

  Her eyes twinkled at that thought, then she turned and scanned the crowd. "Excuse me," she said. "I've got some General Manager shit I've gotta do now." And off she rushed to help with opening night at Indigo.

  I stood in the front of the restaurant, scanning over the heads of the happy diners. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Finn, standing still and reflective, looking out into the crowd with a dazed and happy look on his face and I made a beeline for him.

  Or should I say, a me-line.

  "Opening night good luck kiss!" I cried, going up on my tiptoes to brush my lips across his smooth cheek. He'd shaved extra carefully this morning.

  He chuckled. "You already gave me one," he said in a low voice.

  "Well?" I asked. "Did it work?"

  He looked around. "Yeah, sweet girl. It worked really fucking well." The place was packed. "Maybe I'll take another one too."

  He leaned over and kissed me, just a gentle brush of his lips against mine. It wasn't deep or passionate, or even very long, but it still made goosebumps march along my skin, and my toes curl inside of my shoes.

  Finn pulled back, and glanced over to the kitchen. "Jackson's cooking is on fire tonight," he grinned. "I think that little show you put on this morning inspired him."

  I grinned, blushed and looked down. "Good," I said. "That's what it was supposed to do. I looked over in the direction of the kitchen. "You think I can go say hi?" I asked.

  Finn laughed. "If you were anyone else, I'd say no... But since you're you..." He finished with a teasing grin.

  I laughed, and made my way through the packed restaurant. It seemed like the whole town was here, either already eating, or waiting outside, lined up to get in for the prix fixe menu that Jackson had designed just for tonight. I recognized the bewilderment on the faces of the diners presented with the antenna dish, and then their laughing realization that they had to eat with their hands. I watched their wide-eyed astonishment as they bit into the sugared eggplant and remembered the explosion of flavor Jackson had conjured that night we all came together for the first time.

  I sidestepped a scurrying server, and stood in the corner of the kitchen, out of the way of everyone, watching Jackson in his element.
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  The way he called orders, keeping his eyes everywhere, as his hands worked, skillfully plating the food... God, it was sexy as hell. Especially as I watched the line cooks respond to him with cries of, "Yes chef!"

  "That's my man," I whispered, reminding myself. I glanced over back into the front of the house, and saw Finn moving through the tables, smiling and shaking hands with the diners, totally in control. "And that's also my man."

  A server went by just then, carrying a plate of desserts. I looked at it proudly. "And that's my dessert."

  I'd spent all morning baking the desserts for Jackson's menu. Just as an experiment. Just for tonight. It was good to try new things, I thought, grinning privately.

  At that moment Jackson spied me, even though I was trying to stay out of his sight.

  "There's my girl," he said, coming over for a kiss.

  I went up on my tiptoes and gave him a fierce hug. "I'm so proud of you guys."

  He pulled back excitedly, and squinted out into the crowd. "I'm not sure," he said. "But I think I see the reviewer for the Times."

  I inhaled sharply. "Oh my God, Jackson! You're going to get your second four-star rating!" I took his face in my hand, and kissed him, hard, and proud.

  Finn came up behind us, brushing his hand over my shoulder. "Javier?" he called into the kitchen.

  The sous chef popped his head up. "Yes Chef?"

  "You're in charge," Finn called curtly.

  The two of them backed to me into Finn's office, while I giggled, and weakly protested. "Don't you have more important things to be doing right now?" I asked, gasping as Finn lifted my shirt over my head.

  "Nothing is more important than you," Jackson growled. And somehow my pants were off already.

  EPILOGUE

  Bee

  (One month later)

  "You know?" I said, leaning back on my elbows and lifting my face up to the sun. "I can't remember the last time I took a day off."

  Finn shifted on the blanket, so that he was closer to me. "Same," he said, turning to brush a kiss across my shoulder.