His Twisted Choice

by Amelia James

  “Yeah, give me the boring role. Thanks.”

  “But you have a nasty streak I can’t resist.” She polished off his beer and winked at him.

  He sneered at me. “Ha.”

  “Shut up and let her finish.”

  Talia set his empty bottle down and pulled him close. “I can’t choose between you. I never could. I need both of you to make me whole.”

  I nibbled her ear. “And we sure as hell know one guy can’t do it himself.”

  He touched her face. “Got that right.”

  “Maybe that’s selfish and self-centered, but I don’t care.”

  Will grinned at me. “You spoiled her.”

  “I did? You created a fucking monster.”

  She purred, rubbing her body between us. “So indulge me. Feed my need. I promise you won’t regret it.”

  Will stepped back and reached for the bottle. “This scares the shit out of me.”

  “Me too.”

  Talia glared at me like I’d said that too quickly, then she snatched the bottle away from Will and stilled his restless hand. “Do you want me?”

  He tangled his fingers with hers. “Hell yes, darlin’.”

  “Then consider this an invitation. No pressure. You can accept it or not.”

  He nodded. “Thank you.”

  “But I’m hoping you do.”

  “I know.” He pulled her close and kissed her, right on the lips, right in front of me. He kept it short and sweet, but if he’d given her more, I wouldn’t have stopped him. He broke the kiss and smiled at her, then clapped my shoulder. “Let’s go eat. I’m starving.”

  Talia detached from me and followed him. “Do you want to ride with us?”

  “Sure. My truck needs a rest.”

  “I need to grab my purse.” She ran down the hall.

  Will stopped and watched her dash into our bedroom, then looked back at me with worried eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay with this, man?”

  Obviously, my words carried little weight with him. He needed proof, just as I had, but until I figured out how to prove it, I’d tell him again. “You know, I really am. I liked watching her fuck that other guy, but even then I would’ve rather had you with us.”

  “Why me?”

  “Because I trust you, and if we do this right, we won’t hurt her again.”

  The bedroom door opened and she approached with a bright smile on her face.

  “We’ll do it right. But not until I get my life in order.”

  “Agreed. Captain Brewer still happy with you?”

  “Yep.”

  “How’s the search for our missing person going?”

  He opened his mouth, but Talia stepped between us and grabbed our hands. “You’re working for the Denver police? How did that happen?” She turned a suspicious gaze on me.

  My scalp crawled and I scratched my head.

  “They’re doing background checks and as long as nothing phony turns up,” Will coughed, “I’ll be a detective again.”

  “That’s great!” She handed me her car keys as we walked to the garage.

  I unlocked her car and held the door for her. “Our past deeds are always going to haunt us.”

  Will climbed in the back seat. “Yep. But if we learn from our mistakes, I think we’ll be okay.”

  The faces of all the repeat offenders I’d encountered in court swirled around my brain, taunting me. I locked them up in my memory and threw away the key.

  Show and Don't Tell

  Talia’s laughter rose above the too-loud music, the chatty waitress behind us, and the whining kids coming in the door, but it couldn’t pierce the shield around my heart. Alex grinned and tickled her knee under the table, and I put my arm around her shoulders as she collapsed against me in a fit of giggles. They’d let me sit next to her in the booth. No one had talked about it, but I recognized Alex’s strategy when I saw it: no pressure, but lots of opportunities.

  I can play that game. I reached down and tugged on Talia’s skirt, making no effort to hide my actions from Alex while I caressed her thigh.

  He groaned and leaned back, spreading his legs, most likely to accommodate his stiff dick. He didn’t stop me; in fact, he cast a look at Talia and directed her to respond.

  She slipped her hand between my legs, and he gave her an approving smile.

  Now he knows how I felt watching them.

  But this time, none of us had to hide. No secrets, no lies. Pleasure for all.

  Too good to be true.

  They’d said they wanted me to join them, wanted me to help him satisfy her. I couldn’t have asked for more—even having Talia all to myself. I’d tried that once and failed miserably. Alex finally understood that it took more than one man to keep her happy, and not just any man—me. So why am I holding back?

  What if we make the same mistakes, and I lose her all over again? My heart wouldn’t survive another spectacular failure. I didn’t know how I’d lived through the first one. They’d said we could trust each other, but I finally understood why Alex demanded proof. Words? Anyone could say them. I needed to see to believe.

  Our waitress appeared and asked if we wanted dessert. Alex winked and I laughed.

  “Just the check,” he said.

  She picked up the empty pizza pan as Talia speared a stray mushroom, and I poured the last of the beer from the pitcher into each of our glasses.

  Talia squeezed my thigh, and I looked down at her smile. She smiles a lot around him… us. That thought made a chink in my armor and weakened my defenses. I pressed my lips to her ear. “You’re so beautiful.”

  She blushed and glanced at her boyfriend. “He said I’m beautiful,” she shouted over the music.

  “He’s right.”

  She looked back at me and ran her hand along my leg. “We shouldn’t keep secrets from him.”

  “That’s no secret, darlin’.”

  She laughed, drowning out the restaurant noise again.

  I frowned at Alex. “Have we never told her she’s beautiful?”

  He scratched his head and leaned over the table. “I call her slut, babe, sweetheart, any number of things all the time. Beautiful…? Not enough, apparently.”

  “We’ll fix that.” I loved the idea of we. Me and her. Her and him. Alex and I making Talia smile like that. Another chink appeared. Damn it. I might have to surrender to them.

  The waitress dropped our check on the table as she walked by with a loaded tray.

  Alex picked it up. “Want to shoot some pool?”

  I tucked a few bills under an empty glass. “I don’t know.” My arms felt heavy and my knees ached. Getting up to do anything seemed liked a monumental task. “I’ve had a long day.”

  “You never got to tell me how the investigation is going.”

  “It’s getting weird.”

  Alex raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah. Talking to friends and neighbors is leading to the same conclusion. I’ll find her, but I don’t think she’s still alive.”

  “Why is that weird?” Talia leaned on her elbow.

  “The circumstances are… interesting. I can’t tell you any more than that.”

  Alex nodded. “So, no pool?”

  Talia laid her hand on my arm. “Would you rather come home with us?”

  I stiffened, looking at her, but watching Alex’s reaction from the corner of my eye. A slight smile touched his lips as he sat back and stretched his arms along the bench.

  She stroked my rigid muscle. “No pressure. I’m just letting you know we want you to share this… our bed.”

  “Or wherever we happen to end up.” Alex winked.

  “Good point. Our shower is big enough for three.”

  “I’d love to, but….” Her disappointed pout motivated me to offer them something. Who am I kidding? I’d been waiting for an excuse to see her naked again. “Just let me watch this time.”

  Alex’s posture loosened as if realizing at the same time I did that he’d been
as apprehensive about this arrangement as I was. “I think that’s a great idea.”

  “Let’s get out of here so we can talk in private.” I stood and helped Talia up.

  We walked outside, where a cool evening breeze stirred my hair as we strolled toward the car. I loved the Colorado darkness. In Chicago, the muggy air dragged me down, but here, after the sun set, the humidity disappeared and everything felt lighter.

  “I’ll be honest,” Talia said, “I want more, but I’ll respect your caution.”

  Alex nodded. “Maybe we should set up some boundaries before we start taking our clothes off. Will can look, but can’t touch.”

  “Works for me.”

  Talia sighed as Alex dug out the keys and unlocked the car.

  “You’ll get what you want, baby. Be patient.” I curled my finger under her chin and kissed her. “And that’s the last time I touch you tonight.”

  She groaned and grabbed my head, dragging her mouth along mine while she flattened me against the car and ground her body into me. “Never said I couldn’t touch you.”

  Alex laughed. “She has a point.”

  I grunted and adjusted my pants. “True. But you have to ask his permission first.”

  “I like that,” Alex said.

  “Ooo… do I get punished if I break the rules?”

  He grinned and swatted her ass as she climbed into the front seat.

  “Don’t.” I grabbed the door as Alex tried to swing it closed.

  They both looked at me.

  I never had much use for rules, but this one protected me… and her. “This first time, we need to stick to the plan. Once we understand the rules, you can break them all you want.”

  “Okay.” She reached for me, but pulled her hand back and looked at Alex. “May I kiss him?”

  “Just once.”

  “Meanie.” She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me down for a quick brush on the lips.

  My hands went nowhere near her.

  Talia giggled and chattered about something I paid no attention to, while Alex drove to their place. I sat in the back and watched the city lights blur, wondering how the hell I was going to watch them fuck and not touch her. I’d done it before and loved it, but they made it clear they wanted me to participate, so why the hell had I said no?

  Just fuck them. What’s the harm? I’d already answered that, so I pondered the just-look-don’t-touch dilemma.

  Keep your hands to yourself. My dick stiffened as if I needed another hint. I’d watch them, and I’d love every fucking minute of it.

  Alex pulled into the garage, and we climbed out of the car. I followed Talia to the living room; her sweet ass just begged to be groped as it bounced in front of me, but I jammed my hands in my pockets.

  “Would you like a beer?” Talia wandered off to the kitchen while Alex sat on the couch.

  “Sure.” I parked myself in a comfy chair.

  She brought back bottles for all of us, then crawled onto her boyfriend’s lap. “Good pizza. We need to go to that place again.”

  “Thanks for dinner.” I took a swig. “Next one’s on me.”

  “No problem.” Alex set his bottle on an end table and fondled his sweetheart’s thighs.

  I kicked my feet up on the coffee table and leaned back, taking a long drink while they groped and kissed. He pulled her skirt up to show off her lacy ass, and my fingers curled into the armrest.

  She fiddled with his belt and unzipped his jeans, then she bent over and played with his cock while he pulled her panties down to her knees. Beautiful.

  Why isn’t this weird? Sitting out in the open—unhidden—while they made out struck me as odd, but watching them stripping each other seemed perfectly natural. Like I belonged there. I shifted and unbuckled my belt so I’d have some room to breathe, and maybe sneak a little touch when I felt the urge.

  Alex pulled Talia’s skirt off and whispered something in her ear.

  She turned, naked from the waist down, shirt unbuttoned, nipples poking under her tiny bra, and frowned at me. “Good idea,” she said as she hopped off his lap and ran down the hall.

  “What did you do?”

  He laughed and pulled his shirt over his head. “Fed the monster.”

  “We’re in trouble now.”

  “Found it.” Talia came back with a long yellow rope, but as she stood next to me, legs parted enough to give me a peek at her pink pussy, she shook her head. “I need a different chair.” She ran off to the dining room and dragged a polished mahogany chair with a padded seat and armrests next to the couch.

  She patted the seat. “Sit.”

  “So you can tie me to that thing? I don’t think so.”

  She pursed her lips and snapped the rope in her hands. “Sit here, or I put my clothes back on.”

  Well, damn it. I moved to the chair and let her tie my left wrist to the armrest. Then she tried to take my bottle.

  “Whoa.” I snatched my arm away from her groping hands. “Gotta finish my beer.” I downed it quick and set the bottle on the coffee table.

  As she grabbed my right arm and bent over to tie me down, her hair tickled my nose, and her thigh brushed my tied hand.

  I stroked her creamy skin. “Don’t get too close.” I whispered in her ear, making sure Alex heard too. No secrets.

  He smirked. “Told you he’d touch if you didn’t tie him down.”

  I turned my wrist over and thrust my middle finger up at him.

  Talia tightened the knots and popped a playful slap across my cheek. “Behave.” She straddled her boyfriend’s thighs and stroked his cock while he tossed her shirt and bra into my lap.

  Ah… Talia naked. Her fat rosy nipples rolled under his tongue, and her pussy glistened as he stroked it. I could watch this all night. My dick strained against my zipper, but I couldn’t get to it. Who said I can’t touch me? But I quit complaining to myself when Talia pushed Alex against the armrest, and bent over to suck his cock, revealing her gorgeous ass and all her juicy pink bits for my viewing pleasure.

  I’d seen this before. On my couch, in my living room while I hid in the closet. But this time, knowing she knew my dick hardened with every slip of her tongue across his added a whole new level of arousal.

  Alex ran his hands through her hair. “Are you showing off for him, baby?”

  She wiggled her ass and parted her thighs a little more.

  My dick throbbed under my tightly stretched jeans.

  He groaned and drove his cock into her mouth while she cupped his balls. I shifted forward as much as the ropes would allow to get a better view.

  She moaned and slurped, sucking him until he panted for breath, then he sat up and flipped her on her back. She stroked her breasts and smiled at me while he draped one of her legs over the back of the couch and braced the other on the floor, sharing her gorgeous cunt.

  He nibbled her thighs all the way up, and I got a good look before he dove in and licked her wet slit up and down, circling toward her clit.

  She grabbed his hair and moaned, staring at me through half-closed eyes. “I like knowing you’re watching.”

  I grunted, unable to speak coherent words.

  He slipped a couple fingers into her pussy and she gasped. He sucked on her clit and she shuddered.

  “Watch me come!” Talia arched off the couch and dug her heels into Alex’s ass. She squirmed and moaned, calling out both our names.

  Holy shit! I need a hand on my cock. I pulled at the ropes and the knot on my right wrist started to give, but not enough.

  Alex lay back on the couch, pulling her on top of him so she faced me.

  She rode his cock, leaning over him while he sucked her nipples. Her hair dangled just inches from my fingertips.

  I strained to reach her but fell short.

  Talia sat up straight, flipping her hair over her shoulders so I could see from her naked breasts all the way down to the spot where his cock entered her cunt.

  I watched him thrust into her,
stroking her pink flesh, dragging her clit down to connect with his rigid dick. My mouth watered as I longed to lick her there. “Come again.” I groaned. “Come for me.”

  “Do it, baby,” he gasped from beneath her.

  “Oh God!” She curled up as she came, panting hard and pushing damp hair from her face.

  Alex grabbed her hips and lunged upward, and I kicked the coffee table out of the way as they rolled off the couch and hit the floor. He planted his knees and pounded her.

  I wanted to rescue her from his brutal assault, but she wrapped her body around him.

  “More! More! Harder!”

  He looked up at me, and I snarled in his face. “Give it to her.”

  “Is this how you like to be fucked, slut?” He growled down at her. “Me abusing your cunt while he gives orders?”

  “Oh God, yes!” She cried and clutched his ass.

  Then he braced one hand on the floor and wrapped the other around her throat. “Is this everything you want?”

  She gasped, but no words came out.

  She can’t breathe! “Back off, man!”

  “I know what I’m doing.”

  I yanked at the ropes. “Stop!”

  Talia shook her head.

  Is she crazy?

  “He can’t help you.” Alex fucked her, pulling out slow and slamming back in.

  “Fucking hell!” I tried to kick him off but missed.

  He laughed and squeezed tighter.

  She struggled, grabbing his wrist and thrashing under him.

  The knot on my right wrist loosened, and I pulled my hand free. I tried to punch the bastard, but he blocked me.

  “Watch how hard she comes.”

  Talia’s eyes rolled back in her head as she arched off the floor and slammed into him. She locked her ankles behind his back and convulsed. He let go and she gasped and coughed while he thrust a few more strokes.

  “Talia! Speak to me!” I grabbed the knot on my left hand, but it held fast. “Tell me you’re all right.”

  Alex rolled off while she coughed and panted, curling up beside the man who’d nearly killed her. “Wow. I’m okay,” she gasped.

  He stroked her hair, and she draped her arm over his legs. “Good one?”

  “Fuck yeah,” she sighed. “The best.”