Becoming Three

by Cameron Dane

  Too much. It's too goddamn much to feel without booze to dull the need.

  “Jesus, I have to know.” Twisting her arm behind her back, Jace dragged her flush to him and crushed his mouth down on hers, taking her with a bruising kiss. Sarah stiffened for a moment, but then a sexy little noise escaped her, and she wrapped her free arm around his waist, sinking into him as she opened her mouth and accepted his tongue.

  Jace had never felt anything more right in his life.

  Heady desire pushed his half-hard cock to full wood with one taste of her mouth, and he got a hint of chocolate that let him know she'd sampled a bite of ice cream while making his shake. Jace licked deeper, releasing a rumbling noise as Sarah licked him back and slid her tongue against his. He let go of her wrist and grazed his hand down the lush globes of her ass, squeezing the soft bounty of flesh he found there.

  More. I need to know more.

  Sliding his hand lower, Jace grabbed the hem of her dress and shoved it up to her waist, holding the material at the small of her back. She stilled against him, and the blur of her gaze searched his, questions living under the haze.

  Jace nipped another kiss, causing her mouth to swell and redden even more. Christ, she was beautiful. “Let me.” He slipped his hand under the elastic band of her soft cotton panties. She gasped as his fingers slid down the split of her buttocks, but he could not stop himself right now for anything. He went past the tight bud of her asshole, not pausing, even though he wanted like hell to be inside her there one day. “I have to feel if you're wet.” He went lower and pushed his fingers into the soft folds of her sex; she moaned, fluttering for him inside. “Holy mother.” Slick juices coated his fingers, and the pungent scent of arousal seeped into the air. “You're fucking soaked.” He teased her pussy lips again, and she trembled in his arms. “Jesus. You're so fucking responsive.”

  Sarah reached under her dress and held Jace's hand against her mound, trapping his digits inside her. “I can't control it. You”—clouds filled her eyes, but her fingers still dug into him between her legs—“and Jasper…”

  Hearing her lover's name and picturing his sinewy blond attractiveness only turned Jace on more. He ground his rock-hard cock into her belly, making her feel every inch of rigid flesh. “And you.” He swooped down and took her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside to taste her sweetness once again. Sarah kissed him back with equal passion, digging one hand into his hair and the other into the back of his hand, urging his fingers deeper into her slick cunt. Jace had never wanted to be naked with another person more.

  “Let go of my hand for a sec.” He withdrew his probing from her snug heat and tore her panties down her legs. “Clothes.” He shoved her hand to his waistband and went for the buttons on his shirt himself. “Undo my belt for me.”

  “Yes.” Sarah tugged on the leather and licked her lips, pushing Jace right to the edge. After undoing the buckle, she popped the snap on his jeans. “Wanna feel you too.” She had her fingers on his zipper when the doorbell rang, and they both jerked to stillness.

  Shit.

  Sarah scrambled backward, meeting his gaze with big, wide eyes. Her lips were still kisstinged, and her panties lay in a ball on the floor. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

  Fuck. What have I done to her?

  Staring, unable to move or look away, Jace yelled, “Who is it?”

  “It's Jasper.” The guy's already familiar, deep twang reached through the door and walls of the small house to the living room. “I gotta talk to Sarah.”

  Sarah's face crumbled. “Jas. How could I?”

  Jace's heart constricted, and he took on Sarah's pain as his own. “You go fix yourself up. I'll find a way to stall him.” He looked down at his erection and knew it wasn't going anywhere. “Damn it.” Yanking his uniform shirt out of his jeans, he let the plackets cover his crotch. “That should be good enough.” If only he couldn't still feel how goddamn hard he was. He should have just drunk the beer and suffered the regret later. “Get going. I'll let him in and give him something to drink.”

  He made a move for the door, but she grabbed his arm with a punishing grip, pulling his attention back to her. “No, Jace.” With shaking hands, she combed her fingers through her dark hair. “You won't fix this for me.” She straightened her arms and pushed her shoulders back, putting strength in the line of her lithe body. “I won't lie. Not to Jasper.” Her chin went up, but her eyes were overly bright, giving her away. “I love him.”

  The truth of Sarah's words settled in on Jace, stirring insecurity, envy, and jealousy all at the same time.

  I don't want to lose you; you don't even know how that would destroy me.

  “I need—” he started.

  “Sarah!” Jasper shouted and banged on the door, his voice rising to a level that would soon attract the neighbors' attention. “What's goin' on? Are you okay?”

  She offered Jace a sad smile. “I'll go let him in.”

  Jace gave her a couple of steps on her own, then followed, holding back in the shadows, watching as she swung open the door.

  “Jas.” Her voice wavered. “Hi. Come in.” She stepped out of the way, holding the door for him.

  Jasper took off his cowboy hat and stepped over the threshold. He leaned down, pressed a kiss to her temple, and Jace heard a soft “hello.” Jasper's hands kept working the brim of his Stetson, and the busy nature of the motion caught Jace's attention.

  What the hell is making him so nervous?

  Sarah shut the door and leaned back against it, keeping one of her hands wrapped around the knob. Her toes curled into the runner beneath her feet, and the shallow, rapid rise and fall of her breasts mimicked that of a frightened animal.

  Jesus. These two had no subterfuge in them. In the interrogation room, Jace would have them both spilling their secrets in minutes.

  “Ohh, Jas.” Her eyes misting, Sarah cupped his cheek and rubbed her thumb against his jaw. “I love you so much, and I don't know how to start.”

  “Hey, don't be sad.” Jasper brushed a kiss across her lips. Abruptly, he pulled back. “Are you okay?” He touched the back of his hand to her forehead. “You feel hot. Your cheeks are red.”

  “It's nothing,” she said. As soon as the words slipped from Sarah's lips, stabbing Jace, her gaze shot to his, connecting across the hallway. “No, that's not true. It is something.”

  Jasper followed Sarah's stare, and his brow furrowed when he saw Jace. He glanced back and forth between them, and his own cheeks quickly turned ruddy. “What the hell is goin' on here?” The question rumbled fierce and low, full of passion.

  Rushing to Jace, Jasper slammed him into the wall, jamming his forearm under Jace's throat. His hazel eyes burned with gold and green and practically shot sparks. “What did you do to her?”

  “Jasper.” Sarah jumped in and grabbed Jasper's shoulder. “It's not just him. Stop.”

  “It's okay.” Jace couldn't let Sarah take complete responsibility for his slip of control. Didn't want her to. Not when he could still feel his hands on her, in her, and wanted to repeat the mistake with her…and with Jasper too.

  Fuck. He's as sexy as Sarah is pretty.

  Jasper crowded Jace as close as Sarah had moments before, and the smells of outdoors and something spicy Jace had never experienced before snaked into his nose and attacked his bloodstream.

  Sinful. That's how he smells.

  Jace's cock throbbed, and his heart pounded, luring him with a siren's call back to intimacy with a man and woman.

  The look on Jasper's face went from righteous to wary in one blink. His hold lessened, but he didn't step away. “What?”

  He feels it. He doesn't know what it is, but he senses it too.

  Dear God. How can this be?

  With nothing to mute the power or dull his basest desires, Jace snaked his hand around Jasper's neck, pulled him in close, and succumbed. “This,” he uttered roughly. “I want it with you as much as I do with her.” Losing his battle, Ja
ce dragged Jasper the rest of the way to him and captured his mouth with a hot, searing kiss.

  Chapter Ten

  A hard male mouth crushed down on Jasper's, and he went still, stunned into paralysis. What is happening here?

  Jace's big, masculine hand gripped Jasper's nape with a bruising hold, and Jasper could feel

  the other man's erection gouging into his hip through the layers of their clothes. Every element of maleness from Jace translated into a shocking answering twitch in Jasper's own cock. Those hard lips skimmed over his cheeks, nose, and forehead before coming back to his mouth with a light tease. Each touch caused more blood to rush to Jasper's prick, pushing him to nearly full staff.

  Oh God. Jace slid his hand around Jasper's neck to his jaw, and he pulled back a few inches from the kiss. His thumb dug into Jasper's chin, and his pale green eyes penetrated even deeper, inducing a shiver in Jasper. Jace's pupils flared, and he ordered roughly, “Give me your mouth.” Jace applied pressure, forcing Jasper's lips apart, and swept inside, brushing tongues and exchanging intoxicating humid heat. Jace flicked his tongue against the tip of Jasper's, and Jasper reacted as if Jace had licked the head of his cock.

  Confused and aroused, Jasper jerked back. He darted his gaze all over Jace's face, never having been so close to another man in his entire life. “I don't—” His throat closed up, and Jasper couldn't get out another word.

  “Yeah.” Jace pushed his hand between their bodies and stroked down the length of Jasper's prick, enclosing the hardness in his hand. His breath fanned hot over Jasper's face, sending an excited chill down Jasper's spine. “You do.” He scraped another kiss over Jasper's lips.

  I do want it. God, I do.

  Groaning, Jasper fell into the sexual pull and clutched Jace's face, devouring him with a deep, invasive kiss. He buried his fingers in Jace's short hair and held him close, stabbing his tongue into the other man's mouth with carnal aggression.

  A desperate noise escaped Jace; he clutched Jasper's shirt in his fist and let his other hand slide from Jasper's cock to his ass, holding him in place to rub groin against groin, both equally hard and wanting something more.

  Sarah had been right. Jasper craved more than Jace's respect; he wanted the man for himself, in every way. She knew him better than anyone else in this whole world did.

  Wait. Jasper's heart squeezed with pain. Sarah.

  He tore his mouth away from Jace's and grabbed Sarah, pulling her against his side. “Sarah…” Jasper pressed his forehead to the side of her head and inhaled her clean fragrance. Her scent mixed inside him with the musk of Jace, creating something nearly potent enough to knock him to his knees. Jasper locked his legs upright and tried like hell to ignore the hard-on raging in his jeans. “Sarah…”

  She turned her head and brushed her lips against his, transferring reassurance in the light touch. “Shh. It's okay. I understand.” Her skin was dewy and pink, showing full flush, but her eyes remained clear. And free of judgment. “You don't have to stop.” She dropped to her knees, pausing with her hand on his belt. Looking up at him with that sultry stare he had recently come to know so well, she licked his cock through his jeans, making his member jump again. “Not if you don't want to.”

  While staring up at him, she unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, leaving just a thin layer of white cotton underwear between her mouth and his hungry dick. “I want to taste what it's doing to you.” Her focus shifted to Jace's crotch and the clear bulge showing through his unzipped jeans. She then made eye contact with Jasper again and could not hide the flash of interest in her gaze. “And to him.”

  Jealousy reared in Jasper just thinking about Sarah's mouth on another man's flesh. She's mine. Before Jasper could utter a word, Sarah peeled his jeans and underwear down to his hips, freeing the evidence of his own desires, and shut him right up. She pushed one hand under the hem of his shirt and the other under Jace's, and suddenly Jasper wanted nothing so much as to see her small hand on this other man's hard stomach. He wanted to feel his own hand on Jace's bare flesh and envisioned his fingers twining with hers all over Jace's body, bringing him to great heights of pleasure.

  Jasper pushed Jace's shirt out of the way and moaned at the sight of Sarah's pale hand on his taut olive skin. Jace rumbled another noise and shoved his own hand into his underwear, pushing everything down in the front until his rearing cock stuck out, thick and long. Jasper leaked with excitement just looking at it. Holy shit, he's so fucking big.

  Swallowing past the dryness in his mouth, Jasper sought Sarah's gaze, needing to feel their connection again. She held his stare without wavering, but more, she took his hand, pressed a kiss to the center of his palm, and sent the small contact straight into his heart.

  “Sarah…” Jasper began. God, I love her so much. There were not words in Jasper's vocabulary for this kind of moment, and with all his fears and the decision he'd made today, he couldn't speak through the tumult of emotions raging in his heart.

  “Please,” he said. As if she could read his mind, Sarah kept command of his hand and rubbed it across Jace's burning-hot stomach, holding hers on top of his. The tips of Jasper's fingers dipped dangerously close to the thatch of dark hair surrounding the base of Jace's cock, and the muscles under Jasper's hand trembled. He shot his attention up to Jace's face, and the man looked to be in pain. Without thinking, Jasper eased his hand lower and grazed his fingers against the base of Jace's cock.

  Jace sucked in an audible breath, and his irises disappeared to almost nothing in the eclipse of his dilated pupils.

  Fuck. In all the years I've known him, I've never seen him looking like this.

  Sarah licked Jasper's lower belly, drawing his focus back down to her. Her eyes bright, she offered him a gentle, loving smile. “Kiss him again, Jas,” she said. “I think he needs it.” Not waiting for Jasper to comply, she took his dick in her mouth, surrounded his cockhead with wet heat, and Jasper didn't have enough blood left in his brain to care about anything but giving her exactly what she wanted.

  What he wanted too.

  Turning his head, Jasper leaned in with deliberate intent and slashed his mouth across Jace's, stealing a kiss as aggressively as Jace had done to him moments ago. This time, shock rocked a shudder through Jace, but just as fast, he opened up and let Jasper inside, moaning at the renewed tangle of their tongues.

  Jasper thrust and parried with Jace, engaging in a kiss that felt and tasted amazingly different from Sarah's. It had none of her softness, but was no less drugging to Jasper's senses.

  Just as quickly as Jace had taken a backseat, he shifted and moved into the mating, gripping Jasper around the neck and angling his head, taking full control. His tongue took over Jasper's mouth, sweeping teeth, cheeks, and every bit of real estate in between, nearly hitting Jasper's throat. He devoured Jasper with as much overbearing passion as Jasper did with Sarah when he kissed her, and Jasper could hardly breathe under the assault.

  Jace bit Jasper's lips and murmured, “You taste so fucking good.” He sank right back into a deep kiss, and Jasper decided breathing was overrated.

  At the same time, Jasper couldn't stop pumping his hips into Sarah's face, feeding her the full length of his rigid cock. She sucked him with powerful drags, up and down, tormenting every nerve ending in his penis to screaming pleasure. The head felt like it was going to explode, and his balls were already tight and full of cum. Damn it, he liked to watch Sarah give him a blowjob, loved to see his prick take over her mouth, but right now, Jasper couldn't break his lips away from Jace's kiss for anything, not even to look down.

  Needing something more to keep them connected, Jasper buried his hand in Sarah's hair and then pushed his fingers down her face to her lips, trying to feel the picture of her sucking his dick. His member slick with her saliva, Jasper let Sarah hold his hand to her mouth as she bobbed up and down on his erection, taking his fingers back and forth for the ride and giving him a tactile feast for his mind. Jasper's penis throbbed in rh
ythm with his heartbeat, and both were pounding fast enough to make him light-headed. Sarah kept sucking on him for everything she was worth, killing Jasper's control, and Jace ate at his mouth, making Jasper's lips, tongue, and fuck, even his teeth more sensitive than they'd ever been before. He churned his hips, unable to remain still, and tilted his head back against the wall, finally breaking the kiss and clamping his jaw, fighting with everything in him not to orgasm so fast.

  Jace dipped down and pressed his lips against Jasper's ear. He probed inside, causing more lines of gut-clenching pleasure to shoot straight to Jasper's cock. Then Jace whispered, “Let it go,” and reached around, sliding his hand down Jasper's ass. Fingers teased his hole, making Jasper's sphincter flutter, then contract with fear.

  “I…”

  “Don't worry,” Jace murmured. He went lower without penetrating, and Jasper started breathing again. “Right now, more than anything, I want to see you come in her mouth.” Jace pressed his fingers between Jasper's pucker and scrotum, flipping the switch of willpower that had held back the flood.

  Jamming his hips forward, shoving his cock right down Sarah's throat, Jasper shouted with oncoming release. He withdrew in the nick of time and wrapped his cock in his hand, jerking his length and aiming his slit at Sarah's open mouth. Shocks of electrical sensation shot up his spine and into his arms and legs, making him shake. “Ohhh…fuck.” With a hard pull on his dick, Jasper unloaded line after line of cum onto Sarah's waiting tongue, coating the pink with thick white lines of semen. His hand unsteady, Jasper spit seed onto her lips, but Sarah just licked it up as if it possessed the sweetest flavor of candy.

  Jace groaned as if the orgasm were happening to him. “Oh shit.” He whipped his hand up and down his own penis with lightning-fast strokes, his face twisting in agony. “Shit shit shit.” His pale gaze darted between Sarah and Jasper, burning with white fire. “Help me come.”

  Fuck, I want to touch him. Jasper turned to Sarah, and her eyes blazed with knowledge. And equal desire. She nodded, and Jasper moved in front of Jace. Jasper stood over a kneeling Sarah with his legs spread on either side of her body. He ripped Jace's uniform shirt open and latched his lips around a big brown nipple, sucking the salty, textured disc, while Sarah shoved Jace's hand away from his cock and replaced it with her mouth.