The guys had kept up most of the conversation, talking about property values and tax rates, though they listened intently whenever she had anything to say.
Which wasn’t often because she was fascinated by the interplay between them. They obviously knew each other well and their masculine ribbing made her hot.
When Dane smiled, she was struck by the man’s sheer beauty. Then her gaze shifted to Jared and a whole different set of feelings hit her. She wanted to melt under Jared’s steady gaze.
And the lust she’d kept banked through dinner made a roaring comeback.
She made no attempt to hide it from Jared and knew he’d gotten the message when he started to smile.
“I think we’ve had enough shop talk for the night,” Jared said to Dane, never looking away from her.
At this particular moment, she cared about nothing other than what pleasure these two men were going to give her.
“Belle…” Jared didn’t move, and instead let her name hang between them.
“Yes.”
Absolutely yes. She was sick of waiting.
Jared took her at her word.
He stood and she let her gaze travel the length of him as he did. She knew the body hidden by his tight T-shirt and faded jeans. She’d explored every inch of it and couldn’t wait to again. And tonight there’d be another…
She didn’t know how she was going to get her brain to function on any level as Jared reached for her hands to draw her to her feet. She had no time to think as Jared bent over her and kissed her.
And this was no light, teasing touch. This was flat-out arousal.
Her breath caught in her chest at the heat that drenched her as his lips ravaged hers. His tongue swept into her mouth and claimed hers, exploring, tantalizing, while his hands reached unerringly for her breasts.
He molded them in his palms, rubbing his thumbs over the sensitive tips and making her arch her back. She pressed herself further into his palms as her arms circled his shoulders.
Her fingers sliding into his hair, she tilted her head, deepening the kiss. As she tried to breathe, his scent hit her low in the gut, making her thighs clench.
Her blood heated and her sex moistened. A deep-seated craving built until she thought she’d have to beg Jared to hurry.
But Jared had no intention of cooperating. He kissed her with a slow, languid ease that only inflamed her that much more. Even his hands refused to move any faster.
She moaned, but the sound was cut off when Dane put his mouth on her neck.
Her body stilled as Dane’s hands gripped her around the waist then slid upward, under her shirt and against her bare skin.
She drew in a deep breath through her nose because Jared continued to kiss her, refused to release her.
Submerged in sensation, she didn’t want to swim out of it.
Synapses popped and fired and pleasure ran through her like adrenaline.
Dane’s hands spread across her stomach as he moved closer to her back, close enough to feel his heat soak into her, just as Jared’s warmth blasted her from the front. She felt cocooned between them and knew if her knees gave out now, she’d never hit the floor. These men would catch her.
She gave herself completely over to the pleasure at that moment.
And the men must have sensed it because the vibe changed.
Jared’s mouth became more demanding and Dane’s hands worked to open the button on her jeans.
Behind her, she felt Dane move and realized he’d gone to his knees behind her, his hands pulling her jeans down her legs. Cooler air brushed her barely covered ass cheeks as Dane lifted her left foot then her right to take off her jeans.
She bucked against Jared as Dane’s hands cupped her ass, petting her before sliding between her thighs.
“Damn, Jed, I think I’m gonna leave the panties on. Just looking at them might get me off.”
She shuddered at the lust in Dane’s voice, and Jared finally broke their kiss to stare down at her. Into her eyes first then down further to take in her undies. “Do those match the bra, sweetheart?”
She wanted to smile seductively up at him but could only stare at him in pleasure-dazed lethargy. “Of course.”
Jared’s smile hardened. “Then you’re leaving them both on.”
Her sex tightened and she thought she might’ve come just from the sound of his voice and the feel of another man’s hands stroking her skin.
“Lift your arms, Belle.”
She automatically obeyed Jared, stretching her arms up so he could pull her T-shirt over her head.
She felt no awkwardness standing in front of them nearly naked while they were fully dressed. It was decadent, like one of her paintings come to life.
Jared dropped her shirt and let his gaze roam over her. Her lips puffy from his kiss. Her breasts nearly falling out of her bra as she tried to catch her breath. Then Dane’s hands brushed against the satin covering her mound.
She hissed in a breath as his fingers traced over her clit but never settled to stroke her like she needed.
And she cried out when Dane brushed his lips against a fleshy part of her posterior and bit down.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” Jared rasped in her ear as he bent toward her, his own mouth capturing her earlobe and nipping. “We want to hear you.”
Hell, if Dane continued to move his hands like that, the entire town would be able to hear her.
“I want you to touch me.”
“Tell us where, sweetheart,” Jared breathed against her cheek. “I want to hear you say it.”
“My nipples, Jared. Tweak them. And I want Dane to finger my clit.”
Jared’s hands moved to cup her breasts, his fingers brushing against her nipples. His light touch made her sex tighten and moisture spill. Dane had to be able to feel the wetness against his fingers as he continued to stroke between her legs, conveniently avoiding her clit.
“More.” She needed more.
“You’ll get it, Belle. We’ve got all night. Don’t want to wear you out right away.”
She hadn’t realized she’d spoken, she was so caught up in the wild and wonderful sensation of having two men touch her at the same time.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” she said.
“There’s two of us and only one of you, hon.” Dane’s voice held an edge of amusement. “I think we may have the advantage there.”
“Then be men,” she said, “and take advantage.”
In the next second, she was gasping as Jared swung her into his arms and headed straight for her bedroom.
The hard edge of anticipation rode her as Jared laid her out on her bed and stripped off his clothes in seconds. He followed her down and covered her body with his. He took her lips again as he played his hands over her body, touching, stroking. Everywhere he touched, she burned.
She writhed against his hard body, wanting more skin-to-skin contact. Her thighs rubbed against his, spreading willingly as his knees worked between them. The heated silk of his erection pressed against her mound and she arched closer, trying to get him to give her what she wanted.
She wanted to be filled, to ease the ache in her body with his hard shaft.
Wanted…
Turning her on her side, Jared eased down her body to nip at her breasts, still covered in satin, as Dane molded himself against her back.
“Jared.”
His name emerged on a gasp as Dane swept her hair to the side and settled his mouth on the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder. His naked cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass, the hard shaft burning hot against her skin.
Her brain conjured up an image of what the three of them must look like and she shuddered.
“Feel good, baby?” Jared’s voice sounded muffled as he moved his mouth from breast to breast, pulling down the satin cups of her bra until they bared her nipples. “Hang tight ’cause it’s gonna feel a hell of a lot better.”
She’d be crazy by that time, she dec
ided. But she couldn’t get her mouth to form the words to tell him.
Jared latched onto one nipple, sucking hard on the tip and making her arch into his mouth. At the same time, Dane’s fingers slid between her legs, brushing against her clit in a teasing caress before pulling back to stroke at the moisture gathering between her lips.
Her hands slid into Jared’s hair, kneading like a cat, holding him close to make sure he never stopped.
She fell into a state of almost delirious pleasure, a place where she allowed herself only to feel the two pairs of hands and mouths that caressed her.
Jared and Dane petted, stroked, and drove her wild. The darkness added to the decadence of the act because she wasn’t completely sure whose hands were where at any given moment.
She did know it was Jared who slid down her body and finally pulled the tiny panties from her waist so he could put his mouth between her legs.
Easing her onto her back, Dane moved to her breasts as Jared licked at her pussy as if she were a delectable treat. His tongue sent shocks of lightning deep into her body while Dane’s mouth made her breasts swell, her nipples tighten and ache.
She tensed only seconds before her orgasm broke, sharp and short and definitely not enough. She wanted more.
Jared gave her clit one last lick before he moved up her pliant body, rolling her back on her side with Dane’s help.
She tasted herself on his lips when he kissed her, and she moaned into his mouth.
“Are you ready, Belle?” Jared asked, his voice nothing more than a harsh whisper.
God, yes. She was ready. She needed them.
Behind her, Dane lifted her leg, holding her open as his cock, now sheathed in a condom, slid against her sensitive lips. She gasped at the aching need that seized her and wriggled her ass back against him, silently pleading.
When Jared rose to his knees in front of her, she reached for him, laying one hand on his waist and wrapping the other around his cock.
As Dane began to sink the head of his cock into her channel, Jared slipped the head of his cock into her mouth.
She took them both in eagerly, moaning at the silky glide of Jared’s shaft against her tongue and the fullness of Dane’s possession between her legs.
Drowning in a state of pleasure, she couldn’t concentrate on any one sensation.
Jared fucked her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes while Dane set a hard and fast pace below. She drew hard on Jared, wanting to give him as much pleasure as she was getting, needing to push him over the edge she was fast approaching.
Orgasm lurked just out of reach, the men fueling the fire but never letting it burn out of control. They stretched her already frayed control to the breaking point but left her hanging on the edge.
She took Jared in as far as she could, his hands cupping her chin, stroking her cheeks and her lips as he slipped back and forth.
Dane reached around to tweak her clit, his pace quickening.
“Fuck, Jared, she’s tight.”
Dane’s voice made her burn even brighter but it was Jared’s that finally pushed her over the edge.
“That’s right, baby. You feel so good. Come now, Belle. Do it.”
And since she couldn’t refuse him anything, she did. She cried out, her pussy bearing down around Dane as Jared pulled out of her mouth. Caught in the throes of the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had, she opened her eyes to see the fierce lust on Jared’s face as she came around another man’s cock, who twitched and pulsed inside her.
“Was it good, baby?” Jared asked as she finally regained her senses. “Because we’re not done.”
As Dane pulled out, Jared wasted no time lowering himself over her. He’d pulled a condom on and slid into her still-spasming channel.
“Put your legs around me, Belle. I want you to come again.”
Just the sound of his voice had her clenching around him. If she’d made a bet that she wouldn’t be able to come again, she would’ve lost it.
Jared’s thicker cock stretched her, lit her on fire. And Jared seemed determined to make her crazy. She thrashed beneath him as he pounded into her and she felt the moment he lost control.
He shuddered over her, grabbed her tight, and thrust once more, high and tight. She felt every pulse of his cock as he came into the condom, and it took only the slightest grind of his pelvis against hers to make her cry out and come all over again.
When his eyes opened the next morning, Jared registered the warm weight of Annabelle draped over him.
She was still asleep. With a glance at the clock, he knew he’d have to wake her soon. Almost six on a Saturday morning, one of her biggest days of the week, and she opened at seven. He didn’t think she’d set an alarm last night.
Dane slept in the spare room, and Annabelle had fallen asleep right after so they hadn’t had time to talk.
Which might have been a good thing.
Would she regret last night?
Some women, after they had a chance to think about what they’d done, weren’t too keen on repeating the experience. They let the doubt and the guilt destroy the pleasure until all they could think about was wiping the night from their memory.
Others couldn’t get enough. They became addicted to the rush and embraced the lifestyle with a passion.
Much like he and Dane. They’d been perfecting the mechanics of ménage for years. Though they dated different women separately, they rarely dated the same women for long, and a ménage worked for them in ways a normal male/female relationship never had.
He and Dane had grown up in the same world of money, privilege, and family dysfunction. They’d been friends since grade school and had managed to maintain that friendship through high school and college.
They enjoyed the same music, sports, entertainment. Hell, they actually enjoyed each other’s company. If they were gay, they’d be disgustingly monogamous.
His lips curved at the thought. A female acquaintance had actually thrown that in their faces after Dane had broken off their relationship.
They’d laughed but both of them realized they maintained their friendship through sex. Just not with each other.
The ménage also allowed them to keep a certain distance from the women they shared. Neither he nor Dane was looking for a permanent attachment.
At least, Jared hadn’t been before last night.
Last night, more than any other time in his life, he’d been focused almost solely on giving pleasure. On Annabelle’s response. He’d wanted her wild and burning with passion.
“I can practically hear you thinking.”
Annabelle’s husky voice brushed his chest as she shifted against him, repositioning until she rested her chin on her hands that laid across his chest. She stared up at him with clear green eyes, her rumpled curls inviting him to sink his hands into them. He wanted to kiss her and wondered why the hell he was even thinking twice about it.
He bent to capture her lips for a brief second before going back in for seconds. “Good morning.”
As he pulled back, he saw her lips curl up at the corners. “Morning. What are you thinking about?”
He figured he might as well just get it out in the open. “Did you have a good time last night?”
His cock hardened as her cheeks blushed a very pretty pink but she didn’t lower her gaze. “Yes, I did.” She paused. “Where’s Dane?”
“The spare room.”
Her expression held no shame, only curiosity. And heat. “Is it always you and Dane?”
“Yes.”
“Will Dane always be here with us?”
“No.” He wondered if the flicker of reaction in her eyes was relief. Or disappointment. “He has to go back to Philly today. He has his own business to run.”
“So…he’s a fuck buddy?”
His eyes narrowed at the crude term but he could see Belle was trying to figure out the new parameters of their relationship.
And he wondered if he’d screwed up by bringing Dane here.
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“Think of him more like a friend with benefits.”
Her gaze grew sharper. “So what does that make you?”
Yours.
That one word hung in his brain, tantalizing him with possibilities. And confusing the hell out of him. Something had changed, something he didn’t want to examine too closely right now because if he did…
“The man who would like you to accompany him to the Arts and Artists benefit ball next Saturday, if you’re free. My mother chairs the committee every year and Tyler and I are required to make command performances.”
He saw surprise in the lift of her eyebrows before a bemused smile curved her lips. “I’ve heard of it. I understand the organization funds some great programs for children and adults in the city.”
“Yes, and it’s been my mother’s pet project for years so there’s no getting out of it for me. Afterward, we could stay the night at the hotel, unless…Do you have someone who can cover the store for you?”
She shook her head then paused, as if considering her options. Finally, she said, “But I can close early that day.”
He refused to examine the urge to beat his chest. “I would appreciate that.”
Christ, why did that feel like one hell of an understatement?
She tilted her head to the side, looking as if she wanted to ask him something. He waited, wondering what was putting that look on her face.
“So I’m going to meet your parents, as your date?”
The utter seriousness of her question made him pause before answering. Did she not want to meet his parents? He couldn’t blame her but he didn’t think she knew how much of a dick his father was. “Yes, as my date.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
He smoothed out a frown. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want you there, Annabelle.”
She paused. “So…we’re dating?”
Well, when she put it that way, with that hesitant tone of voice…“Maybe you’d like to tell me how I should answer that question because I’m really not sure what you’re asking.”
He wanted to grab for her when she moved to sit up, pulling the sheets around her upper body. “I thought we had a business arrangement. Dating and business don’t usually mix. I mean, sex is great but it’s still not dating. I’m not certain I—we’re ready to cross that line.”
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