Ménage in Manhattan: The Complete 5-Book Ménage Romance Collection

by Tara Crescent

  Could I have both?

  It’s been a long day. The hint of danger that someone might walk in on me stirs sharp lust in my body, but the temptation of being sandwiched between their hard bodies on a soft bed is too much to resist. “The bed,” I choose.

  “Then stand up.” Wyatt’s voice is commanding. “Let’s go.”

  A loud knock at the door causes me to jump. A woman’s voice calls out. “Hello, is anyone there?”

  Shit. “Deal with it,” I hiss at Owen and Wyatt. “I’ll go change.”

  Owen shakes his head, a wicked grin on his face. “Oh no, my pretty little chef,” he says, “You don’t get to change. I want you to answer the door, just as you are right now.”

  I give him a worried look. He winks at me as the knock sounds again. “Damn it. You’re really going to make me do this?”

  “We’re not making you do anything,” Wyatt says. “You want to. We’re just holding a mirror up to your desires.”

  He’s absolutely right. It was my desire to explore my needs that made me go shopping for a butt plug, that made me wear it at the restaurant to tease Owen and Wyatt. Having come this far, I’m not about to back down. I walk toward the door, adding a sway to my hips as I do, knowing that Owen and Wyatt’s eyes are glued to my ass. “We’re closed,” I say as I open the door.

  Maisie Hayes is standing outside. “I know you are,” she says apologetically. “I can’t find my cell phone anywhere, and I’m wondering if I’ve left it here.” She notices Wyatt and Owen. “Hey,” she greets them, sounding surprised. “You guys are here late.”

  Wyatt holds up his glass of wine. “We were celebrating Piper’s victory.”

  “Ah.” Her gaze is knowing as she looks at the three of us. “Of course. Sorry for interrupting.”

  This is awkward. “Let me look in the lost and found box,” I say hastily. “If one of our waitresses found your phone, that’s where they’d put it.”

  I go to the register. Sure enough, there’s an iPhone there. I lift it up in the air. “Is this it?”

  “Yes,” Maisie says, her relief obvious. “Thank heavens. I’m a blogger,” she says wryly. “You have no idea how naked I feel without my phone.” She takes it from me with a smile of thanks. “Great job again tonight.”

  There’s a gleam in Owen’s eyes. “Yes,” he says smirking at me slyly. “The restaurant was absolutely filled tonight, wasn’t it?”

  Wyatt’s lips twitch. “Absolutely. I’d say the kitchen was stretched to the max. Don’t you think, Piper?”

  I glare daggers at both of them. Maisie clears her throat. “Right then,” she says, her voice amused, “I’m going to take off now.”

  When she leaves, I turn on them. “Seriously?” I ask them. “Butt plug puns? Are you teenagers?”

  Wyatt’s eyes twinkle with mirth. “That was fun.”

  “She knows something’s up,” I moan. “Doesn’t that bother you?”

  “Why would it?” He frowns. “I’m an adult. My dating preferences are none of anyone’s business.”

  “People will gossip.”

  Owen snorts. “Piper, we are, at best, minor celebrities in a city that’s teeming with them. We’re hardly gossip worthy. Besides, who cares? I can’t live my life based on what other people are going to think.”

  I wish I had their attitude. “Shall we leave?” I ask them. “I’ll just remove the plug and lock up?”

  “Nope.” Wyatt overrules me, his voice smooth as silk. “Oh no, Piper. We’re going to slide into a cab, and that plug is going to sink even deeper in your bottom. Every pothole we hit, you’ll feel it in your core. That’s what you want, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I whisper. I’m going to be a soaked mess by the time I get to their place, but I don’t care.

  We go to Wyatt’s place. They lead me to the bathroom and run a shower for me. When I thank them, Owen shakes his head. “I’ve been standing in front of a stove for four hours,” he grimaces. “I smell like stale oil and chicken fat. I’m being selfish here, Piper.”

  I watch with wide eyes as they remove their clothes. I thought I got my fill last time, but I was wrong. Their muscles ripple as they disrobe, and the trail of hair on their abdomens draws my gaze lower. Their cocks jump as they step out of their briefs. “I’m flattered,” I quip cheekily, fighting my urge to blush.

  Owen chuckles, a low, sensual sound. “It’s your turn, sweetheart,” he says, his eyes gleaming with lust. “Step out of that short skirt and bend over again.”

  I take off my top instead, and Wyatt shakes his head. “Piper,” he says, stepping up behind me, and pulling my hands behind my back. “I thought Owen was quite clear.”

  Tension fills me at his words. Wyatt’s expression softens when he sees my anxiety. “Anytime you say no,” he whispers against my ear, “we stop. That’s a promise.” His mouth nibbles at my earlobe and my nerves are replaced by a rush of arousal. The shower runs in the background, gallon after gallon of warm water pouring down the drain, and I’m too lost in the haze of my lust to pay attention to it.

  Owen stalks in front of me, his eyes heating with desire as he draws near. “Hold her for me, Wyatt,” he says. In the position Wyatt has me in, my breasts jut out almost lewdly, but Owen seems to appreciate the view. He bends his blond head to my nipples, and pulls an erect bud between his teeth.

  Warmth floods my body at his bite. I press back against Wyatt, who inhales sharply in response. “You like that, don’t you, Piper?” His fingers close around the base of the plug, and he tugs gently until my anal ring yields to the pressure. “Do you feel your muscles stretch?” His breath tickles my ear. “They’re going to stretch around our cocks tonight, Piper. Is that what you want?”

  “Yes.”

  Owen kisses the side of my throat. “You’re so bold tonight,” he marvels. “Wrap your fingers around my dick. Show me what you want.”

  If I give in to my need, we’re never going to make it to bed. “Shower first,” I say, groaning as I grip the velvety steel of Owen’s shaft. “Then I’ll do whatever you want.”

  “Is that so?” Owen slides open the shower door. “In that case, step in, Piper.”

  I almost moan with lust at the sheer magnificence of that shower. Sharp, hot needles of water pound on my flesh, massaging aches and pains I didn’t know I had. Two shower heads on either side of the stall ensure that there’s not a single cold spot in the space. “I might never leave,” I sigh.

  Wyatt’s lips twitch. He unhooks the hand-held shower attachment from its spot on the wall, and he approaches me with intent. “Part your legs for me, baby,” he urges. “Put one leg up on the ledge.” With a wicked grin, he turns the attachment on and directs the spray of water right at my clitoris.

  “Aah.” My knees buckle. Owen’s arms wrap around my waist, holding me immobile. “I want to watch you come,” Wyatt says. “I want to hear you scream, Piper.”

  He shifts the angle of the stream of water, and I gasp, standing on tiptoe to ease the pressure on my core. I don’t build to my orgasm, I hurtle toward it, helpless to resist. I try to twist away, but Owen stops me. “No,” he says firmly. “Don’t move. Don’t pull away.” His fingers tug at my nipples; his lips rain kisses down on the curve of my shoulder. Wyatt watches, his nostrils flared, as my release claims me, but he doesn’t move his hand away. The water still pounds in relentless jets at my sated clitoris. “Stop,” I beg. “Please.”

  “So soon?” Wyatt sounds a little disappointed. “Are you sure you don’t want another orgasm or two?”

  “I’m saving my energy for your cocks,” I tell him. “But if you don’t want that…”

  They grin. “Well played, Piper Jackson,” Wyatt congratulates me, shaking his head ruefully. “Very well played.”

  They lather soap all over my body and shampoo every strand of my hair. I’m purring like a contented kitten by the time they are done. I shiver as they towel me off, though I’m not cold. Far from it. I’m hot with desire; I’m burning
with need.

  We stumble to Wyatt’s king-size bed, covered in pristine white, cotton sheets whose thread count is so high the fabric feels like silk against my skin. The butt plug has been in my ass for the better part of an hour and I’m getting used to it. Part of me is anxious about the anal sex tonight. The other part is almost trembling with excitement.

  Wyatt tilts his head to one side. “I’m assuming you’ve noticed,” He says, “that I like to be in charge.”

  “You?” I keep my voice innocent and flutter my eyelashes at him. “A control freak? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “Control freak, am I?” His eyes dance with amusement. “Sometimes, I like to take charge in bed.”

  Anal sex and dominance, all in one night. My horizons are being widened. Whatever well-behaved Southern women are supposed to do, this isn’t it. And I don’t care.

  Perhaps Wyatt mistakes my anticipation for apprehension, because he’s quick to reassure me. “I’m not going to do anything intense,” he promises. “Want to try it?”

  “Does Owen listen to you too?” I ask curiously. Somehow, I can’t see the big blond man listening to Wyatt’s instructions.

  Owen snorts. “I don’t think so,” he says immediately. “Wyatt bosses me enough around the office. Nope, our focus tonight is going to be entirely on you.”

  Entirely on me. Goosebumps break out on my skin. I’m going to like this. “What do I have to do?”

  Wyatt’s eyes blaze with heat. “I think that you should give Owen a blow job.”

  A smile breaks out on my face. “Well,” I say, drawing the word out, “I do owe Owen a blow job. After all, Wyatt got one on Sunday. We have to keep things fair.”

  Owen groans. “Piper,” he says, his voice hoarse, “you are going to be the death of me.” He moves so he’s sitting at the edge of the bed, and I sink to my knees on the floor. I run my fingernails over his thighs, and am rewarded by his sharp inhale of breath. His eyes squeeze shut, and he throws his head back as I wrap my fingers around his length and close my mouth over him.

  My tongue swirls over his head, licking him and teasing him, before I relent and bob my head up and down over his shaft. I’m captivated by the way his dick feels in my mouth, by the way it twitches when I take him deeper down my throat. As I suck, I let my hand run over his chest, feeling his muscles, tugging him closer to me. “Fuck, Piper,” Owen bites out, pulling away with a wild look in his eyes. “I don’t want to come just yet.”

  He lifts me onto the bed and positions me on my hands and knees. “Wyatt, you’ve got to get in here.”

  Wyatt nods in agreement. “Do you want me in your pussy, Piper?” The tone of his voice sends desire strumming through my body. “That butt plug is already in your ass. Are you ready to be filled completely?”

  Owen positions himself at my mouth. Instinctively, I part my lips for him. The mattress dips as Wyatt climbs on the bed, and moves behind me. His fingers play with my folds. “So wet, Piper.” A condom wrapper tears and he rubs his cock up and down my cleft, causing prickles of heat to radiate from me until I’m convinced I’m going to combust from sheer anticipation. Hurry it up, Wyatt. I need you now.

  His hands grip at my hips, and he thrusts inside me in one long stroke.

  Oh my God. I thought Sunday night was amazing. But this? Wyatt’s shaft and the butt plug? This is intense and overwhelming, and I’m about to burn with pleasure.

  “Please,” I sob into Owen’s cock, my hands clenching around Wyatt’s cotton sheets.

  Wyatt stills. “Are you okay, baby?” he asks with concern. “Is it too much?”

  I shake my head. “Don’t stop,” I beg, blood pounding in my head, aching need clawing through my core. “So good.”

  His strokes resume, forceful and deep. I tremble and moan as I’m filled more completely than I’ve ever been filled in my life. His fingers twist the butt plug as he moves within me, and that adds another sharp layer of lust to my pleasure.

  My insides twist, and my muscles contract around his cock. “Fuck,” he moans. “You are so tight, Piper. You feel so good.”

  He pulls out and throws himself on the bed, pulling me on top of him. “Ride me,” he orders, his voice hoarse. “I want to see your face.”

  I lower myself slowly on Wyatt’s dick, gasping at the way my muscles stretch to accommodate him. Wyatt’s hands close over my breasts, squeezing them, rolling my nipples between his fingers as I ride him. Owen repositions himself behind me, his hand grasping the butt plug. “As you ride Wyatt,” he says, “I’m going to thrust this butt plug in and out of you.”

  He’s true to his promise. As I bounce on Wyatt’s hard dick, Owen teases the butt plug in and out. Sensation assaults me and I’m a whimpering mess, overwhelmed by the raw heat that’s radiating through my body.

  I’m ready. I’m not nervous anymore. I trust Owen and Wyatt to make it good for me. “Please,” I beg. “I want both of you.”

  Owen groans. He removes the butt plug from my ass, and he trickles some lube down my crack. Wyatt pulls me forward so I’m lying down on top of his hard chest. “We’re going to take it very slow,” he promises. “We’re going to make sure you’re enjoying yourself.” His mouth meets mine in a tender kiss.

  My heart squeezes at the caring in his voice. “I’m not afraid,” I tell him.

  I’m lying. I’m not afraid of anal sex, but I am afraid of the future. I’m not Bailey or Gabriella, steadfast in their convictions. My parents have always been able to bully me into what they want, and they’re going to be horrified if they find out what I’m doing.

  Owen’s fingers trace the ridge of my spine, and he pushes one finger into my ass. “Relax,” he soothes. “The plug is much thicker than my finger.”

  “But not your cock.” I bite my lip. Maybe I am a little nervous after all.

  Wyatt moves his hand to my pussy. His fingers trace soft circles around my clitoris. “You’re so beautiful,” he says warmly as Owen adds another finger. “When I saw you tonight with the plug, I was so turned on.” He trails kisses down my shoulder. “Did you think of us when you bought the toys?”

  My cheeks heat. “Maybe,” I mutter.

  As Wyatt’s words distract me, Owen adds a third finger. I feel a surge of slick, wet heat at his touch. “This feels great,” he rasps.

  “Piper,” Wyatt groans, “you are so wet. You like this, don’t you? Such a good girl in public, and so naughty in private.”

  I blush at his words. I’m really enjoying my walk on the wild side.

  Wyatt’s thumb moves faster over my clitoris, as Owen thrusts his fingers in and out of me. I’m dangerously close to another orgasm. “I’m going to come,” I choke out.

  “Good,” Wyatt purrs, strumming faster on my tight bundle of nerves. My muscles clench and tighten. I grip Wyatt’s shoulders as I near my release. “Come for us, Piper,” he whispers.

  My climax rushes toward me in a thunderous, explosive wave. When it hits, I scream and erupt, twisting and flailing in Wyatt’s arms. Owen pulls his fingers out. My muscles are still quivering when I hear the condom wrapper tear. “I’m using plenty of lube,” Owen says, his voice reassuring. “Trust me.”

  I’m still feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm as Owen’s cock pushes into me. I inhale sharply as he enters my ass, and I clench my fingers into a fist as I feel my muscles stretch to accommodate his thickness. Owen strokes my back and Wyatt kisses my lips. Feeling me relax, Owen slides in further, deeper. “You are so tight, Piper.”

  He pushes deeper, until his entire length is in me. As he pulls out to thrust again, it strikes me that they’re both in me. Wyatt’s thick cock is buried in my pussy. Owen’s hard shaft is stroking in and out of my ass. I’m sandwiched between their bodies. It’s wrong and kinky and very naughty, and I love it.

  “This is so incredible,” I breathe.

  They groan and pick up the pace. “Touch yourself,” Wyatt commands me. “I want you to come again.”

  I
don’t need to be asked to come. I’ve been on the verge of release ever since Owen took my ass. I move my hand down to my clitoris, and pet myself, soft teasing strokes that make me shiver.

  They coordinate their thrusts now, both pulling out of me, leaving me feeling empty, then thrusting in unison. I’m filled, so filled, that even though I want to prolong my orgasm, I can’t. I explode between them, almost sobbing with the intensity of my climax.

  They aren’t too far behind. Owen’s fingers dig into my hips and Wyatt’s hands tighten on my waist, and within seconds of each other, they both find their release.

  We stay huddled together in one sated, exhausted heap. Their bodies bracket me and warm me, and I never want to leave.

  My mother’s voice, banished during sex, makes an unpleasant return to my head. This is not the behavior I expect from you, Piper. She sounds both disappointed and disapproving.

  I don’t care, I retort defiantly.

  But I’m not sure that’s true. I don’t think what the three of us are doing is a one-night stand. It has the potential to become a real relationship.

  And if my parents find out, they’ll go ballistic.

  37

  Piper

  It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.

  William Blake

  My hopes of a relaxed breakfast are dashed when I wake up, because the first thing I remember is Kevin’s revelation. I groan, get out of bed, and wander to the kitchen. I’m not looking forward to telling Wyatt and Owen last night’s news.

  Sun is streaming into the room. PBS is on the radio. Owen’s cooking breakfast and Wyatt’s sitting at the table, reading the paper. “Kevin told me something last night that I thought you guys should hear,” I say, coming into the room.

  They look up. “Good morning,” Wyatt says with a smile. “Did you sleep well?”

  “No.” I can’t stop a silly grin from breaking out on my face. “A couple of really hot guys kept me awake all night.”

  “Really?” Owen’s lips twitch. He pours me a cup of coffee, and adds milk and sugar. I give him a grateful smile as he pushes it in front of me. “That sounds terrible.”