“Which one of us are you talking to, Vic?”
“Both of you.” She licked her lips, loving how their eyes followed the motion. “I’ve thought about both of you over the last six months.”
“And what have you thought of, Vic?” Trevor leaned in, as if she were telling the most phenomenal story, and she probably was. If she was a writer like Grace, she might have tried to get it down on paper. She could sell the story for a million bucks.
“I think about you, the way your lips felt on mine. The way your hands held me tight.” She took a deep breath, the moment of truth finally here. “I’ve dreamed about Sam’s lips on my neck, while you’re sucking my breast.” Trevor’s Adam’s apple dipped with his swallow, and Sam’s hands clenched on his thighs as she went in for the kill. “I’ve dreamed about your hand between my legs while my tongue is in Sam’s mouth.”
“Jesus Christ, Vic.” Trevor’s eyes slid shut as the image she’d created danced across his vision. God, she liked that look on him. What she wouldn’t give to spend a few hours giving him more reasons to look at her like that.
“You’ve thought about us together?” The shock in Sam’s voice curled deep in her stomach. But it was the lack of outrage that danced through her, setting a jittery need to life in her blood.
“Of course. A lot.” She shifted a little further forward, loving how they both shifted with her, sliding to the edge in their seats, and toward her. “You’ve never thought of two women together?”
“I don’t know.” Sam stuttered, and she fought back the urge to grin big and wide. Like a black widow, she could feel them stepping into her web. And they weren’t getting out until she’d had her fill.
“It’s the same thing for women.” She stood up and maneuvered around the coffee table, situating herself on the couch between them. “We dream about two mouths kissing us, four sets of hands touching and caressing us.” She stroked her hand up Sam’s leg, his muscles trembling beneath her touch. “For the last six months, all I’ve thought about is you two. And any time I think about it, my body goes hot.” Some parts of her body more than others. Right now, with the two of them sandwiching her body between theirs, her pussy was on fire. She pressed her thighs together to stem the ache. It was a fool’s errand, but she had to try.
“I’m sure you’d enjoy that, baby.” Trevor’s voice filled with husky notes had her pulse points throbbing. “I know many women that enjoyed such an experience.” The wink he gave her showed so much more than an understanding that Victoria sat straighter in her seat. She certainly hadn’t been expecting that. But it worked in her favor.
“You do?” Sam’s surprised voice mirrored her own.
“Oh, sure, it’s a big fantasy for women.” Trevor traced his finger down her arm. Combined with a saucy tilt of his lips, it had a bolt of heat racing through her body. “A lot of women. You’d know yourself, if you’d torn yourself away from the office to hang out with us.” Trevor wiggled his eyebrows, only bringing a more confused look to his cousin’s face.
Victoria fought back a giggle. How ironic that Sam would avoid a risqué rendezvous in the big city, to find it here in a small town.
Trevor’s thumb continued up the inside of her wrist. Goose bumps broke out across her skin beneath his touch, but it was nothing compared to what her insides were doing. “I want you, sweetheart, any way you’ll have me.” She well remembered what he could do with those fingers, that mouth. Her pussy dampened, aching for him. But not just for him. For them both.
“The question is…” Trevor turned to his cousin, his tone serious. “What about you Sam?”
* * * *
Sam focused on breathing as he stared at the woman he’d dreamed about for six months. Every inch of his body wanted to concede to her request, if only to touch her again. After that night in the barn, all he’d done was dream about her. And here she was, flesh and blood, sitting beside him and offering him everything he’d ever wanted. With only one slight change. She wanted Trevor, too. A condition he never would have imagined coming from the classy and poised Victoria Willis.
But then again, he never would have imagined his cousin had been having his own threesomes while they were living together and he’d had no idea. Had he been that oblivious? Trevor wasn’t a sneaky guy, nor did he appear to see anything wrong with what he was doing, so he wouldn’t have felt the need to hide it.
In all the years they’d lived in San Francisco, Sam had met people in many alternative lifestyles, but it had never occurred to him to enter into one. He’d always been satisfied with one woman. He’d always thought people who wanted more than one partner were selfish. They wanted to have their cake and eat it, too. Apparently, his cousin had been indulging in a lot more cake than he realized.
He glanced over at Trevor. He’d never realized what Vic meant to him. Sure, he’d spoken of her, talking about how hot she was, but it hadn’t occurred to him Trevor’s words had been anything more than male appreciation. But the way he looked at her now said differently. It was more than attraction in his eyes. A lot more.
If Sam was a better man, he’d let Trevor have her. Trevor didn’t fall often, and he had for Vic. He should just let them go off together and enjoy his cousin’s happiness. But he wasn’t that good a man.
He wanted to be, but he wasn’t. He couldn’t watch them together, holding hands, kissing, hear them making love at night through the thin walls of their apartment. With another girl maybe, but not Vic. To be that close to her and not able to touch her would drive him insane.
Which only left one choice to have the woman of his dreams and keep from hurting his cousin. He had no clue how this would work, but somewhere deep inside he knew he had to try. For her. For Trevor. For all three of them. He had to give this a shot, or he’d regret it the rest of his life.
He swallowed deep, pushing down the lump filling his throat, and looked up into those midnight blue eyes of hers. “I’m game, if you two are.”
Chapter Five
Victoria fought for breath as her body burned. Sam’s words weren’t the most romantic she’d ever heard, but they did the trick. He’d agreed. They’d both agreed. The most difficult part of her plan had succeeded. From here, the rest would be a breeze.
Without another thought, she climbed onto Sam’s lap, moaning at the brush of his body against hers. The whole town might think of them as city boys, but Sam had the same muscles as any cowboy she’d ever ridden. They were probably built in a gym instead of through manual labor, but she didn’t care. She only cared that she was currently pressed up against them.
Tangling her arms around his neck, she hauled him closer. The spicy smell of his aftershave tickled her nose, enticing her further. God, she loved the smell of a good man. All musk and masculinity. Her pussy dampened at the aroma. Not that she wasn’t already wet. Just being around them had every nerve in her body shaking.
“That’s what I hoped to hear.” And then she pressed her lips to his.
She fought back a moan as his mouth moved beneath hers. Finally, exactly where she’d wanted to be. Or pretty damn close. Ever since leaving that Fourth of July night, this was all she’d wanted, the two of them with her again. Touching her, kissing her, making her moan. And she was close to having it. To having everything she wanted.
His mouth was firm beneath her touch. He threaded his fingers in her hair, tugging her closer, deeper into the kiss. She couldn’t be sure if the tingle that worked down into her core was from his fierce hold, the stroke of his tongue across her lower lip, or the brush of her breasts across his chest. And most importantly, she didn’t care.
He held her close. Not pushing for more, but his need hung there, tingling just beneath the surface. Opening her lips, she licked at his mouth, tempting him further into her hold. He moaned, his tongue extending to play with her own. The gentle glide shot through her body, zipping out to every inch of her skin. She moaned, tugging him closer. She couldn’t get enough. Every touch, every brush, drove her crazier
. For him. Just like it had on Fourth of July.
Sam tangled his fingers in her hair, twisting one of his arms around her lower back to tow her close to his body. The desperate way he clung to her set her heart pounding. This was what she wanted. She’d never want some milk-toast man who would be endlessly polite. Being the mayor’s daughter, she’d had her fill of courtesy. She wanted a man who needed her so bad he’d grab her close and thrust his tongue down her throat. And she’d found two. Could she be luckier?
He kissed her jaw, following the line to her ear. “Oh, Vic. You’re so fucking hot.”
She shifted in his lap, feeling that heat, in all sorts of naughty places. “You know you two are the only ones that call me that.” To everyone else in town, she was Victoria. Mayor’s daughter, queen of town, imposing and unapproachable. Which was probably why she hadn’t gotten laid in two years. But to them she was Vic. Just an ordinary girl with an ordinary name. Deserving of love and affection like any other girl.
“Really.” Sam pushed the hair back from her face, shivers cascading across her skin from where he touched her. “It seems like an obvious nickname.”
It was. Most other people named Victoria would be called something like that. Vic, Vicky, maybe even Tori. But Victoria had never been most people. She’d always been treated above the group. No one had probably ever thought to call her anything but her full name.
“Do you not want us to call you that, baby?” Trevor brushed his hand across her back, sending heat cascading down her spine. But it was his eyes, hot and hungry, as he stared at her that had her fighting for her next breath.
“No. I like it.” More than she could explain to them. Showing was a much better idea. Men are more visual, after all. She twisted toward Trevor, leaning close enough their breath mingled together. “I like it a lot.”
She edged forward, close enough her lips brushed against Trevor’s, tempting him with the slight brush. It was more than enough. He cupped her face in his big hands and smashed his mouth against hers. He groaned at the press of their lips, and she understood the response. She’d felt the same all night. Desperate and needy, like her whole body was coming alive beneath their touch. Just as it had that Fourth of July night.
She wrapped an arm around Trevor’s shoulders, while she kept her other hand planted on Sam’s chest. Needing the connection with him, as well. Not able to leave either behind.
If she’d been able to pick between them, she would have done so a long time ago. It would have been a hell of a lot easier than this plan. But she’d never been able to. She’d tried. For months, she’d debated which one of them to approach. Which would be the best to pursue. Once she decided on one, she’d remember some quality the other possessed that she couldn’t live without.
If they’d lived on opposite sides of town, living opposite lives, she might have forced herself to choose. Because that’s what people did. There were always choices in life, and she’d never had a problem making them before. But when she’d realized if she picked one, she’d still have to spend the rest of her life always seeing, talking to, and being near the other, the decision had been clear. For everyone to be happy, she needed them both.
Trevor shifted her head, positioning her the way he desired, before opening his lips and intensifying the kiss. She couldn’t keep back her moans as his tongue swept between her lips, tangling with his own. His hands held her head so firm, her stomach twisted. She wrapped her arms around him, holding tight as the world fogged around the corners.
She thought she might float away into oblivion as Sam’s hands traveled down her body, cupping her ass, setting every nerve in her body on fire. A whimper escaped her lips at his firm grip. It was undeniably erotic. One man kissing her, while another stroked her all over. She moaned and pushed her hips harder into Sam’s lap, pulling an answering groan from him. Her clit ached. Her pussy clenched at the treasures so close at hand, yet still so far away, buried between way too many layers of clothing.
As if hearing her thoughts, Sam’s fingers traced up her back to the edge of her dress. Finding the little metal tab, he yanked the zipper down, releasing the fabric from her body. The cool air brushed across her, sending shivers tingling across her skin. Her whole body burned, every cell focused on where he touched her and where he might touch her next.
Twisting his fingers beneath the straps, he shoved them down her arms. Her dress gaped open in the front, exposing her chest to just below the edge of her strapless bra.
His touch danced across her arms and back, sending ribbons of pleasure across each inch of newly exposed flesh. “You have the softest skin.” He brushed kisses along her neck, to her shoulders. “I love these freckles.” His lips brushed across her collarbone, pressing a kiss to each freckle he found. Given the millions of freckles that covered her shoulders and chest, it would be a lengthy task to hit them all, but she was more than willing to let him try.
She leaned her head back against his shoulder, giving him more space to explore. Each soft kiss against her skin sent another quiver of pleasure through her.
“I’ve dreamed about these freckles for months.”
“Really?” Trevor laughed, his breathing still ragged from their kiss. “You’ve been dreaming about freckles? I’ve been dreaming about her breasts.”
Trevor tugged her dress the rest of the way off her arms, exposing her to the navel. “They’re so soft and round. I bet they even taste sweet.” His hungry eyes threatened to consume her right there on the spot, and she couldn’t think of a reason to stop him. If there was one, she had no interest in finding it. “We didn’t get that far last time. But I won’t let the opportunity pass me by again.” The corners of his lips turned up in a wicked grin, and her stomach did a happy somersault.
“Why don’t you give them a taste and find out?” Sam flicked open the fastenings of her bra, and the lace slipped away from her breast to pile at her stomach. Her nipples puckered in the cool air. Goose bumps broke out across her chest, which was only partly due to the temperature.
“I like your style, cous.” Trevor chuckled, before sucking a nipple into his mouth. She cried out, arching her back. She combed her fingers through his hair, holding him to her chest as he flicked his tongue across her breast.
“I was right. Very sweet.” She could feel, rather than see, the smile on his face pressed against her skin. Then his lips were back around her nipple, sucking so hard every nerve in her body shook.
“That does look good,” Sam mumbled against her neck, before flicking his tongue across her skin.
She held on tight, as she melted into a pile of goo pinned between them. Their two mouths on her, their hands gliding across her skin. Everything she’d dreamed about for six months and more was finally coming true. The desperation in their hands echoed through her, finding a similar need deep inside her.
Dizzy, she clung harder to them. Squirming across Sam’s lap as they continued to nibble at her skin. It was all so much, maybe too much, but damn it if she wasn’t going to do everything in her power to experience it all. She’d worked hard to get here, and she would have her rewards.
A deep moan echoed against her skin. Sam leaned back, his face the picture of pain and anticipation. “Oh god, honey, I can’t wait any longer.” Sam tightened his arm around her waist, crushing her body into his. “I wish I could, Vic, but I can’t. I just can’t.” He twisted on the couch, flipping onto his back with her pinned to his lap. If he thought she’d be upset, he was sorely mistaken.
It only took one good shove to push her dress over her hips. Another set of hands grabbed the fabric and jerked it the rest of the way off, leaving her laying on top of Sam in only her underwear.
“I get it dude.” Trevor commiserated, the deep husky tone of his voice humming through her blood. “Her tits were real nice, but this ass is a work of art.” Trevor traced his fingers beneath the lace of her underwear, caressing her cheeks. Her skin tingled where he touched, and her clit throbbed. She wanted to shift her
hips, to rub against Sam, or Trevor, or both, but she forced herself to stay still as he tugged the underwear down her body. A little bit of patience was a small price to pay for finally being naked between them.
She moaned as his fingers skimmed her body, creating an arc of heat through every inch of her. His fingers danced across her spine, over her shoulder blades, before wrapping around her nape, and she almost wanted to cry.
“The whole package seems pretty good to me.” Sam winked as he unfastened a few more of his shirt buttons.
“Just good?” Victoria had been called a lot in life, but just good wasn’t one of them. She could handle a lot of other names before just good.
Sam smiled, cupping her face in his hands and leaning up until only an inch separated their mouths. “I meant pretty fucking amazingly gorgeous.”
“That’s better.” She filled in the space between them, pressed her lips to his in a quick kiss that had her temperature rising another few degrees. She cast a glance behind her, meeting Trevor’s gaze and making herself clear to both of them. “And you better not forget it.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Trevor pressed a kiss to her throat.
“I’ve learned my lesson.” Sam smirked, though she didn’t really believe him, given his only punishment was a stern look and a hot naked woman spread across him.
But any fight she might have put up against his quick response vanished as Sam pulled off his shirt in one smooth movement. The sight of all that bronzed skin had her mouth watering. Her tongue tingled to explore all those ridges and valleys until he was putty beneath her hands. And she could do it, she was sure of it. She could bring both these men to heel if she wanted to, like she had the rest of town, and thoroughly enjoy the process.
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