by Opal Carew
Overwhelming emotions welled up inside her. Warm, powerful feelings. Loving feelings.
Was she in love with Jake? Had she been falling in love with him all along? Of course she wouldn’t want to admit it to herself . . . not when she wanted him and Trey to get together. . . .
Not when she never believed she’d actually find someone to love . . . someone who would love her back.
He stroked her hair behind her ears and cupped her face. “Dani. Tell me you love me, too.”
She stared at him, searching her heart. Uncertainty twisted through her. Should she tell him? What if it wasn’t real? What if, like with Trey, it was her need to belong to someone? To be needed?
“Don’t be afraid, sweetheart. I know these emotions are confusing to you. I know you don’t trust your instincts about love. Just tell me how you feel right now.”
“I . . .” As she stared into his deep blue eyes, she saw love shining there. For her. She felt his heart beating against hers. She wanted to melt into him. Become one with him.
“I . . .” She raised her hand and stroked it over his raspy cheek, and tears pushed at her eyes. “I do love you.”
Maybe it was a mistake to say it. Maybe she’d regret it later. But right now, with her heart thundering in her chest . . . and a yearning in her so powerful she thought she might faint from the need . . . she had to express what she felt for this wonderful man.
“I love you.” She pressed her lips to his and stroked her tongue forward.
He met it, and their tongues arched together in a passionate dance. She stared into the depths of his midnight eyes. He stroked her hair back with a tender brush of his fingertips.
“Oh, Dani, I want you so much.”
She sucked in a deep breath, nodding. “Me, too.”
His fingers found the buttons of her blouse and he released them, quickly and clumsily. When his hands stroked over her breasts, she cried out at the exquisite arousal of her hardening nipples. She kissed beneath his chin as she opened his robe and slipped her hand inside, impatient to feel his sturdy cock in her hand. It was big and hard and hot.
He groaned and dropped his robe to the floor then kicked it away. She stroked his cock, loving the feel of the kid-leather-soft flesh stretched over an iron-hard shaft. He dragged off her blue lace panties, leaving her naked from the waist down with her blouse hanging open. She reached behind her and freed the clasp of her bra, then pulled it and the blouse off at the same time.
He grinned at her. She let her gaze wander over his tall muscular body, then drop to his impressive erection. She leaned forward and grasped his huge cock, then pressed her lips to the tip. When she licked him, he groaned again. She wrapped her lips around him and lapped at the ridge around the corona. Then she dove down on him, swallowing him as deep as she could.
His fingers glided through her hair. He stroked her head as she bobbed up and down on his shaft, eager to please him. She licked and squeezed him in her mouth. She cupped his balls and gently kneaded them as she sucked him deep.
“Oh, baby. Oh, I’m so close.” His hands tightened around her head and he groaned.
Hot liquid filled her mouth. She continued to suck and squeeze while she stroked over his hard muscular butt, loving the feel of him coming under her attention.
He pushed her back on the couch and leaned to her breast. He captured her nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth. She moaned at the exquisite heat of him around her and at the deep yearning that pulsed through her at his touch. He shifted to her other breast and sucked, while continuing to caress the first.
She grabbed his cock and stroked. It was already hard again.
“Please, Jake. I want you inside me.”
He captured her lips again in a passionate kiss.
“Whatever you want, I’ll give you.”
He climbed over her, then pressed his cockhead to her opening . . . which was wet and ready for him. He captured her lips again, kissing her passionately as he slid inside her. She felt so close to him. So loved.
When he was fully immersed in her, he released her lips and gazed into her eyes.
“I love you, sweetheart.” He stroked her cheek, filling her with warmth.
Then his cock twitched inside her, sending hot rippling sensations throughout her body. She squeezed him inside her and he groaned. His long hard cock filled her so full. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. She almost cried out at the exquisite feeling of being filled so deeply by his hard length. His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her tight to his body.
“You are so incredibly hot around me,” Jake said. His twitching cock left no doubt about what heat he was talking about.
He drew back, his cock stroking inside her, then drove forward again. She moaned at the exquisite invasion. Pleasure washed through her in waves. He drew back again, then forward.
“Oh, Jake.”
He pulled back and drove forward faster this time. Her head began to spin and her body thrummed with pleasure.
“Yes.”
He plunged faster . . . deeper . . . filling her thoroughly. His hard cock stroking her insides. Soon he was pumping into her like a jackhammer. Thought melted away and joy pulsed through her . . . expanding . . . enhanced by a million delightful sensations dancing through her body.
Jake kissed her. His tongue dove into her mouth and mirrored his cock’s rapid thrusting. She sucked his tongue, moaning, barely able to get enough of him.
Then she felt it. That huge wave of bliss washing over her.
“Oh, Jake. Oh, I’m . . .” She moaned at the onslaught of pleasure. “. . . coming.”
Ecstasy burst through her and she clung to him. He continued to thrust, riding her orgasm as she wailed her release. Jake groaned and held her tight, grinding his cock deep inside her. It pulsed and liquid heat filled her.
He continued to hold her tight against him, his hard cock still immersed in her, and she wished he’d never let her go.
Trey sat on the bench beside Suzie as they watched Tasha feed the ducklings with the torn pieces of bread she’d brought from home. Tasha tossed a handful of chunks toward the babies and they dashed around, retrieving the scattered pieces. The mother duck snatched up a big fluffy white hunk Tasha tossed in her direction.
The sun shone down bright and cheerful, but Trey’s heart was heavy. He still couldn’t believe Danielle had left. He’d told her he loved her and . . . she’d fled. How could she believe she didn’t love him back? The way she looked at him . . . the way she touched him. How could she deny her feelings?
And that excuse about him not loving himself . . .
He was sure her doubts stemmed from fear. Fear that their relationship wouldn’t last. Fear of truly depending on another person. Fear of really listening to her heart. She didn’t believe in happily-ever-after. At least not for herself.
He hadn’t told Jake yet.
He glanced at the golden sunlight reflecting off the philosophy building across the creek. Trey and his sisters had stopped at the campus because he had to make a quick visit to his office. After that they would head to lunch together.
He stood up. “Suzie, I’ll go stop by my office. How about I see you back at the campus center in about an hour and a half?”
He knew both his sisters loved shopping in the little campus shop which had apparel, glasses, mugs, and various items emblazoned with the university crest. And if they ran out of shopping to do, there was the café. It wouldn’t take him that long, but he would use the extra time to stop by Jake’s office.
“Okay,” Suzie said as she watched the ducklings with delight.
Trey crossed the campus to the computer building and walked the two flights up to his office. He chatted with Irene, his co-worker, about a nasty bug she’d found in the new student tracking system they’d been developing together, and helped her debug it for about twenty minutes. Finally, they pinpointed the problem area—it was always easier when they put their heads together—and discussed solutions around th
e problem.
He glanced at his watch and realized he’d been there almost an hour. He bid Irene good-bye and headed toward the philosophy building.
“Hi. I’m ready for lunch.”
Jake glanced up and smiled when he saw Danielle standing in the doorway to his office. This morning had been sensational, and he was floating on air knowing she loved him.
He gestured her into his office. “Are you sure we don’t need to discuss your grades and how you can improve them?”
She closed the door behind her and locked it. As she walked toward him, he stood up. She stepped into his arms and kissed him soundly.
“Why, Professor Jamieson, you already promised me an A plus.”
“Did I now?” He slid his hands around her body and cupped her deliciously firm ass, then pulled her tighter against him. His cock swelled at the feel of her pressed against him. “Is there anything else you’d like me to give you?”
She ran her hand over his growing bulge and he had to stifle a groan.
“You told me you have a meeting after lunch so we don’t have much time.”
She reached under her skirt and slid down her panties, then dropped them into his hand. She sat on his desk and drew him toward her as she raised her legs on either side of him and propped her feet on his chair. She unfastened his zipper and sent him a devilish smile as she drew out his rock-hard cock, then leaned forward and licked him, then swirled her tongue over and all around his cockhead.
“You’re very hard, Professor Jamieson.”
She pulled aside her skirt, revealing her naked pussy. His heart pounded.
“Please slide your delicious hard cock into me and fuck me.”
She tugged on his cock, and as soon as his cockhead pressed against her hot slick pussy, he groaned. He thrust forward, impaling her. This time, she groaned.
She wrapped her arms around him and cupped his ass. He thrust and thrust again.
“Oh, yes. Fuck me hard, Professor. Make me come.”
She gasped as he drove in deep and hard. He could feel her heart thumping against her chest, her breathing accelerating. His body tightened as he pumped into her. Faster. Harder.
She moaned, then gasped.
“Oh, yes. I’m . . . coming.”
He held her tight as he thrust her over the edge, then kissed her . . . swallowing her wail of bliss as she plummeted into an intense orgasm. He thrust again and erupted inside her.
They clung to each other, his arms encircling her body, her hands cupping his ass and holding him tight in the cradle of her thighs. Reluctantly, he drew back, pulling free of the hot embrace of her body.
“I think I’d better feed you now,” he said.
He grabbed the panties he’d dropped on his chair at some point and handed them to her. She slipped them on, then smoothed down her skirt.
He accompanied her to the door, then opened it. As they started out of the office, the phone rang.
“I’ll just get that,” he said as he headed back into the office. He picked up the phone. “Hello? Yes, okay . . . Sure. Two o’clock would be fine.” He hung up the phone. “It turns out my appointment is delayed so we have some extra time.”
He stepped from behind his desk and took her into his arms, wanting to taste her again. He kissed her, savoring the feel of her soft full lips.
Nineteen
Trey walked along the hall toward Jake’s office and saw Suzie standing at Jake’s door. Oh, damn. Was she still after Jake, even after their conversation?
“Suzie?”
She turned to face him, a stunned look on her face. Her eyes widened.
What in hell was wrong with her?
“No, Trey,” she whispered. “Don’t—”
But he pushed aside her feeble attempt to stop him from glancing into Jake’s office . . . to see Danielle in an ardent embrace with Jake, their lips melded in a passionate kiss.
“And I thought it was awkward when you caught me kissing Jake,” Suzie mumbled.
Danielle heard muffled voices and drew away from Jake. She glanced toward the door to see Trey glaring at her. And behind him stood Suzie.
Oh God, this was a disaster.
“Trey. I . . .”
But his closed angry expression stopped her.
“Danielle, I thought you went home. You said you had some work that came up,” Suzie said, her voice breaking the cold silence.
Danielle glanced from Suzie to Trey and back to Suzie again. Even with evidence right in front of her that Danielle was cheating on her brother with another man, Suzie seemed to be open to an explanation. She seemed to be ready to accept that what was right in front of her eyes was not exactly what it appeared to be.
Just like a true sister would.
Unfortunately, Danielle had no explanation to offer.
She couldn’t expose Trey by saying that she was the glue to reunite Trey with his ex-lover Jake. She couldn’t even say that she and Trey and Jake were lovers in a sexy three-some . . . because that would mortify Trey.
And whatever they’d been in the past, the moment Trey had proclaimed his love for her, when Danielle turned to Jake, she felt as if she was cheating on Trey.
She chewed her lower lip as her heart thumped loudly in her chest.
“Suzie, why don’t you go find Tasha.” Trey bit the words out.
Suzie sent Danielle a quick glance, then nodded and turned around. Her footsteps echoed down the hallway. Trey stepped into the office and closed the door behind him.
“What’s going on?” His gaze shot through Danielle like a spear.
She stood motionless, unable to utter a sound. Trey’s jaw clenched tightly and his hawklike gaze turned to Jake.
“Damn it, Jake. Danielle must have told you what happened last night.”
“You mean, when you told her you love her?” Jake glared at Trey. “And what about me?”
“What about you?” Trey shot back, sparks in his eyes.
Jake’s fists clenched at his sides. “We went into this as a threesome . . . and now you want to walk away with the girl?”
As their anger flared, Danielle’s heart compressed. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go.
“For heaven’s sake, I started all this to bring you two together again,” she said, “not to drive you apart.”
“What?” Trey stared at her.
“I . . . I wanted to be with the two of you, that was always true, but I have always known that the two of you were meant to be together. I thought that maybe . . . since you both liked the arrangement with me . . . that keeping it going would keep you two seeing each other, and I hoped . . . I really believed that . . . you might get back together.”
Trey turned to Jake. “Did you know about this?”
Jake just shrugged. “That doesn’t matter now.” He turned around and met Trey’s gaze. “I’ve fallen in love with Danielle. And she loves me.”
Trey’s sharp gaze turned to her. “So you believe you love him . . . but not me?”
“I told you last night, you don’t really—”
“Fuck!” He turned back to Jake, anger blazing from his eyes.
Danielle blinked back tears at the animosity flaring between these two men who she knew cared about each other. Trey clung to his concept of loving her only to hide from his fear of loving a man, and Jake . . .
“You claim to care about me, but you’ll steal the one woman I love?” Trey’s jaw clenched.
Danielle blanched.
This morning, she’d been thrilled to find that Jake loved her. She knew in her heart that she loved him. Deeply and truly.
But now a sickening feeling sliced through her. Rather than true love, might it be that he was deluding himself, just as Trey was? Convincing himself he loved her to hide the pain of knowing he’d finally lost Trey?
“What the hell kind of friend—?” Trey continued.
“Stop it. Both of you,” she demanded. She dragged in a deep calming breath. “Please.”
Jake clamped his mouth shut on whatever his response would have been. Trey grasped the back of one of the chairs by Jake’s worktable, his knuckles turning white.
She stepped forward and rested her hand on Trey’s arm. “Trey, you don’t really—”
Trey’s eyes blazed in anger. “You think I don’t really love you?” Trey pulled her into his arms and practically smothered her with a fervent kiss. “Don’t tell me you don’t feel the passion . . . the love between us.”
But she did . . . and that frightened her.
“Trey, until you admit that you can love a man, I can never accept your love . . . because I will always believe you’re just fooling yourself.”
She turned to Jake, unsure that choosing him over Trey was the right decision.
“Oh no, Danielle.” Jake shook his head. “Don’t tell me you doubt what we have.”
Jake strode toward her, and she backed up a step, her hands raised.
“Please, Jake. No.” She couldn’t handle him taking her in his arms and kissing her. “This still doesn’t feel right. If you two could just work things out . . .”
“But that’s the whole point, Danielle,” Trey stated firmly. “I hate to burst your bubble, but Jake and I gave it a good try and it didn’t work out. We had a great time while we were together, but something was missing.”
He stepped forward and took her hand, but she snatched it away, unable to bear his loving touch.
Trey’s jaw clenched. “I’m sorry, but it’s not going to work to get us back together again.”
“He’s right.” Jake stepped toward her, his blue eyes stormy. “The time for Trey and me is past, Danielle. Now I love you.”
“And so do I!” Trey interjected. “What we’ve had together—the three of us—has been fun, but now it’s time for you to make a decision.”
Emotions boiled within her. This couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t be responsible for breaking either man’s heart. Couldn’t pick one man if it meant throwing the other into the cold night, like her mother had done to her all those years ago.
They stared at her. Waiting.
Trey stepped toward her. “Danielle—”
“No!” She wheeled around and paced across the office, putting distance between her and the two men. “It doesn’t matter.” She turned back to face them. “I don’t love you.” She glanced from one man to the other, both staring at her intently. “Either of you.”