by Cathryn Fox
They blurred.
A tear slid down her cheek.
Not so bad. The cabbie wouldn’t think anything of it.
Evan.
Dylan.
Pain twisted her heart. She’d hoped, wanted to believe that this time would be different. Her chin quivered and another tear fell. She tried to hold them back. She wouldn’t sob in the cab, she wouldn’t, she told herself.
One day, it had taken only one day for disaster to strike.
It wasn’t a cab that pulled up, it was the limo driver from Dylan’s service. The same one who’d picked them up earlier, the one who had come to the airport. Had it only been that morning? The memory of Evan’s passion in the pantry, Dylan’s expression when they stepped out, tried to surface, but she banished it. At least the driver would be a friendly face.
She walked toward the car as he got out. He smiled, tipped his cap and opened the door for her. A friendly face indeed.
Despite her best intentions, her chin quivered and another tear slid down her cheek.
An arm hooked around her waist, caught her up, turned her.
Startled, she looked up into bottomless blue eyes. The wind whipped his hair. She hadn’t heard him coming, hadn’t really heard him call her name.
“Evan.”
Looking down into her face Evan saw the tears on her cheeks, trembling on her lashes. His heart wrenched. The truth of what she felt was there in her eyes, in the tears that now streamed down her face, tears she tried not to let him see, turning her face away.
“Fuck, Lily,” he said, catching her face in his hands, brushing her tears away with his thumbs. “Why did you go? I thought you would fight with me.”
Bewildered, she said, “You said you didn’t want me. You told me to go, to leave.”
Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.
“I never said I didn’t want you. Never. All I’ve ever wanted was you,” he said fiercely, and kissed her. “You’re the only one who’s not afraid of me, the only one who fights back. Earlier tonight I told you to go fuck yourself. Did you do that? No. You know how I am when I’m angry. It took me too long to find you again, Lily. How could you leave me so quickly?”
Her chin trembled, she fought back tears even as she laughed.
“I didn’t want to. You told me to go,” she said, stubbornly.
Looking down at her face, Evan said, softly, “And you believed me? Don’t you know better?”
Then she did laugh, her chin trembling.
Cupping her face in his hands, he said, “Haven’t you figured it out yet? I love you, Lily Cavanaugh, I’ve been in love with you since the first time I saw you. From the very first day you walked into my life. Stop running away from me. Stand and fight, shout at me, swear at me, but I’m not letting you go, ever.”
From the darkness, another voice spoke. “Neither of us are.”
His arm tight around her, Evan turned with her.
Dylan stood there, the wind tumbling his hair, his hands in his pockets. “Neither of us, Lily. I love you too.”
Her heart wrenched at the expression on his face. When she’d left, she’d left him, too, and she’d known it. He hadn’t deserved that.
Fresh tears burned in her eyes as he held out a hand to her.
Evan’s hand tightened around her waist, not to keep her away, but to give her support, to take her to Dylan as she reached to take Dylan’s hand.
“I’m so sorry, Dylan,” she said.
She hadn’t known how he felt until he told her, but it was there in his eyes for her to see if she looked.
He smiled, walked toward them to take her outstretched hand.
“It’s both of us or neither of us, Lily. Haven’t you figured that out, yet?”
Reaching up to cup his cheek once he was close enough for her to do it, she laughed, weakly and sniffed. “I haven’t figured out the rules, yet.”
Sweeping her up in his arms, Evan tossed her over his shoulder. He smacked her bottom and she yelped.
“Neither have we, Lily. Neither have we,” he said.
“Just love us,” Dylan said. “That’s all we ask.”
Looking back at him through her hair, she smiled. “Haven’t you two figured it out yet? I already do.”
She waved goodbye to Bob.
Chapter Eight
Lily stepped out of the bathroom as she scrunched the dampness from her hair with a towel. For a moment she could only stand there in breathless wonder, looking at Evan sprawled on the bed. There were times when his sheer physical beauty just caught at her. Knowing there was so much fire underneath it, so much passion, only made him more beautiful to her eyes. Just the sight of him made her heart leap and her pussy grow damp.
The early morning light was soft on the strong lines of that amazing face, those gorgeous cheekbones, the firm lines of his mouth. Those seemingly bottomless blue eyes were closed, his dark hair was tousled with sleep, his sometimes fierce expression was relaxed. Propped up on the pillows with his legs loosely spread, every part of his long, firmly muscled body was exposed to her, chest, abs, everything.
Smiling softly, she leaned a shoulder against the doorframe as she dried her hair and just admired the view.
It was one of the few times she could catch him this relaxed, at ease.
Catching Dylan when he was unaware affected her the same way. Although his body was leaner, more lithe, the sight of him always warmed her soul and sent a jolt of heat straight to her pussy.
In his own way Dylan was as intense as Evan. With Evan everything was on the surface while Dylan was the still waters that ran deep, but fast.
God, she loved him so much, had loved him for so long. The sharp swell of emotion made her eyes sting, her heart swell.
His beautiful blue eyes opened and he smiled at the sight of her, his expression softening. Her heart turned over gently as she answered his smile with one of her own.
Evan very much appreciated the view. Very much. She looked incredible standing there wearing nothing but the towel she dried her hair with. Lily. Their Lily. Just the sight of her naked made him hot, made his cock thicken.
With a grin, he crooked a finger at her.
Dropping the towel, she smiled and came.
He laughed as she walked across the room toward him, all that glorious damp hair tumbled around her white shoulders, her breasts full, nipples hard and tight and then crawled on her hands and knees between his legs. More like stalked to judge by the predatory look in her eyes. He laughed, but the sight also made him hot, his already stiffening erection growing harder.
Then she licked the inside of his thigh, sucked lightly.
“Lily.”
With a groan he closed his eyes, tightened his hands in the bedclothes.
Licking and nibbling, she made her way up between his legs, each little flick of her tongue, each nip only made him harder, drove him mad with sensation. She nuzzled his balls, sucked on one lightly and he moaned. Her hair swept over his groin to tickle and torment. It was incredible. He loved it.
He opened his eyes, looked past her to find Dylan standing in the doorway watching, wearing only pajama bottoms. Dylan stroked his own thickening cock beneath the silk as he watched.
It made Evan harder knowing Dylan was watching as Lily licked and tormented him.
Every muscle in his body was locked in delirious bliss. Heat washed through him as her tongue found the broad head of his twitching shaft.
She looked up to see him watching and her lips curved in an almost feline smile of satisfaction, very wicked, as her hand slipped around his throbbing member and lifted it. Very deliberately, she flicked her tongue along the slit in the head.
With a groan, he felt a little pre-cum spurt and flushed hot as her tongue flashed out to stroke it up. To taste it, savor it, her eyes closing in pleasure.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
The bed moved as Dylan stretched out beside them.
“Beautiful,” he said, his eyes on Lily.
Evan hadn’t thought he could get any harder, but it seemed he could, his erection pulsing in her hand at that look.
With her gaze fixed on his, she slowly took his cock into her mouth.
He moaned, watched as her lips slid over the broad head, slipped down his shaft. Her hand came between them to cup his sac, to squeeze his balls lightly as her hot, wet mouth closed over his hardening shaft.
When she moaned around him, her mouth suddenly taking him deeper, Evan opened his eyes.
Dylan knelt behind Lily, kissing the base of her spine, the little nexus of nerves that lay there.
He looked at the mirrored walls of the closets, watched as Dylan slid a hand between her thighs. His gaze met Dylan’s in the reflection.
Lily whimpered around his cock, her mouth taking him deep again as she jolted at Dylan’s touch, her hand closing around his balls.
As he watched, Dylan kissed and caressed her. Each movement, each touch, drove Lily’s mouth up and down on Evan’s cock. She twitched, moaned around it. If the feel of it, the pleasure of it, had been amazing before, it was incredible now.
She jolted, took him deep and her throat closed around the head of his cock.
Evan arched as pleasure shot through him, his balls tightening. He was beyond being able to do anything but feel Lily’s hot wet mouth working him, sucking on him. It was delicious, wonderful.
Lily’s universe shrank down to Evan’s cock in her mouth, the musky scent of him, the slightly salty taste of his precum in the back of her throat. She was only aware of his hard beautiful body taut with the pleasure she gave him and Dylan’s warm mouth on her skin, his fingers on the delicate tissues between her thighs. He stroked, teased, tormented her as she did the same to Evan.
That hand slid through her dampness to her clit, teased there ever so lightly and then slipped between the delicate folds of her lower lips to play. A finger slid inside her, slid out, slid in again as his lips moved over the base of her spine. Delicious little bursts of pleasure shot through her with each brush of his lips, each twitch of his fingers. She jumped a little each time, taking Evan deeper into her mouth.
The taste and scent of Evan filled her senses, the thickness of him filled her mouth. She loved the taste of him, was suddenly hungry for him.
Releasing his balls, she balanced on her hands to take him deep into her mouth, until she could feel his cock all the way at the back of her throat and hummed with pleasure as it throbbed.
He groaned deeply.
She opened her eyes to see him stretched, rapt with pleasure, his hands fisted in the covers. As she backed off a little, she sucked and the muscles in his belly tightened. Dylan’s finger found her g-spot and she moaned as pleasure of her own moved through her. Beneath her, Evan shifted, his hips thrust his cock swiftly into her mouth. The jolt of Dylan’s touch sent her mouth down over Evan’s cock again.
It was like a duet, her mouth on Evan, Dylan’s fingers on her.
Then she felt Dylan’s erection at the entrance to her channel, his hands on her hips. He thrust a little, asking. Suddenly as desperate for his cock to be inside her as for the taste of Evan in her mouth, she pushed her hips back toward him.
Dylan’s thick, heavy shaft drove into her.
She moaned around the head of Evan’s cock.
It was more than Evan could take, the hot wet feel of her mouth around him, that soft, desperate moan. Releasing the bedclothes, he buried his hands in her hair instead and drove his dick deep into the sweet damp velvet of her mouth. Carefully gentle, although it took every ounce of control, he fucked it, his shaft filling it, his balls drawing up tight.
“I’m going to come,” he groaned.
Her mouth closed around him, sucked.
Ecstasy shot through him.
Watching in the mirrored wall, Dylan saw Evan’s cock go deep into Lily’s mouth even as his own drove into her pussy. To him there was nothing better than this, watching Lily take Evan as he took her, seeing his own thick cock sliding deep into her pussy. As he liked feeling her twitch, watching her mouth as it sank over Evan’s shaft when he touched her.
He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off the mirror, enraptured by the play of light and shadow over Evan’s straining muscles, over the contrast of Lily’s pale skin with Evan’s darker, his own a shade between. The three of them were the perfect composition, their skin and hair in contrast to each other, his and Evan’s harder bodies against Lily’s softer curves. He was rapt in the sights and sounds, in watching Lily’s body tighten as he took her, in hearing her soft moans. He wished he could find some way to convey the slick silken softness of the folds between her thighs, of how it felt to drive his cock deep into that tight dampness.
Evan arched, driving his shaft deeper into Lily’s mouth reflexively. Her hand tightened on his hip as she took him, moaning with her own pleasure.
Watching Evan, knowing he was coming, watching Lily’s throat work, was all it took. Dylan drove his own cock into her with a shout.
Lily trembled on the edge as Evan’s cock pulsed. She felt his hot cum surge into her mouth just as Dylan’s shaft drove deep. She was coming herself, ecstasy washing through her as Evan’s cum filled her and Dylan’s throbbing shaft sent his spurting deep into her aching core. Unable to do anything else, she swallowed, quivering with pleasure, the thick salty taste of Evan filling her, his hands close around her head. Dylan’s hands were tight on her hips, his hips thrusting against hers as he emptied into her.
She loved this about them, the three of them. It turned her on to suck on them, but it left her pussy aching and needy. It was wonderful to have the other satisfy that itch.
Evan’s hands closed around her arms, drew her up into his as Dylan sat back, then came to join them while Evan curled up beside her on his side. He brushed a kiss over her forehead, her lips. Dylan mirrored him, propping his head on one hand, idly playing with her nipple with the other.
Little shots of pleasure went through her with each touch.
Dylan smiled, “I came to tell you we had good news, but the view got the better of me.”
He’d always been a bit of a voyeur, he was a director, it was almost in the job description. If it didn’t look beautiful and sexy to him, it wouldn’t to the viewer either. That now he could also participate was the best of both worlds. The desire to film the three of them was strong, but he didn’t really need it and it was too dangerous. There were the mirrors, though.
Dylan loved the visuals. If he’d been a little bit of a voyeur before, he was much more so now.
Both of them looked at him, smiling, Evan’s hands drifting over Lily, too, caressing her breasts, sliding over her belly. One of her hands rested on his thigh. The other stroked Dylan.
“So,” Evan asked, “what’s the news?”
Dylan grinned. “Ratings are up, the network execs are very happy. We put out a press release saying so.”
What he didn’t tell either of them was that at least part of the reason the ratings were up was because of the obvious personal and sexual tension between the two of them. Largely because he played it up, directing the cameras to catch them in those unguarded moments when Evan looked at Lily with that brooding, Heathcliff-on-the-moors expression on his face, those laser-blue eyes locked on her. Or Lily when she glanced over her shoulder at Evan surreptitiously, her lips slightly parted.
Much as Dylan had caught her looking at him while he worked out in the gym or sometimes in the reflection of a surface. Once he’d made love to her after catching her looking at him like that, her hands braced on the apartment windows as he took her from behind. He’d watched her face in that reflection, his hand on her exposed breast as his cock slid in and out of her, watched the ecstasy on it as he made her come, her pleasure driving his own.
Clearing his thoughts, unsurprised to find his cock semi-hard, he continued, “The critics love it too. T
hey’re starting to talk Emmy.”
With a grin at Lily, he kissed her.
“You have your own fan club, my heart.”
Amused, Lily said, “Really?”
She wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
Her cookbooks had been popular and had brought in a nice, steady income. So she’d already had her own fans. Evan had also expanded his menus to include specialties of hers. This, though, was a little different. Especially in light of Evan’s stalker, who’d been curiously quiet since that last visit.
Evan’s fingers drifted over her belly, her abs, found the spot just inside her hipbone that made her muscles tighten. A rush of heat went through her.
“And don’t forget we have that charity event tonight,” Dylan said. “We have to take Lily shopping.”
It had been on the schedule, but Lily hadn’t said anything about it, even though she wanted to go. Neither had they. As sous chef, though, it was her job to take over the restaurant when Evan wasn’t available even though it wasn’t a show night.
Worse still had been the thought of Evan and Dylan going without her. It was too much like those times in the past when she’d watched Evan parade the models past her.
Still, she’d said nothing. Until now as Dylan’s words caught her off guard.
“What?” she said, startled and bewildered. “I can’t go, who’ll take care of the restaurant tonight?”
Evan looked at her, surprised. “I asked Mark to take care of it.”
His previous sous chef, Mark, had deserved better than to be pushed out so peremptorily, but he’d done well running Evan’s original restaurant.
Seeing her expression, the hurt in Lily’s eyes, Evan sucked in a breath, realizing what had happened, what she’d probably thought.
He drew her close.
“Oh, hell, Lily, I’m sorry,” he said and bowed his forehead against hers. “It never occurred to me you wouldn’t know, wouldn’t understand. I just thought you did. Of course, you’re going with us.”