by Cari Quinn
He groaned as she stopped teasing him and drew him down, swallowing the tip of his cock with a shuddery sound that made him throw his head back. This was fucking heaven. He didn’t want it to end, but God, his hearing was shorting out. Frank could’ve been singing about dancing in the rain for all he knew. His vision was going too, narrowing to a pinpoint that centered on Paige. Only the sight of Drake cupping her breasts from behind, his long fingers massaging, intruded on the bubble they’d created.
A bubble for three.
“Christ, darlin’, I’m—” He tried to warn her, tried to ease back just in case this wasn’t her thing. He didn’t know her boundaries yet. But she nodded vigorously and pulled on his length harder, her fingers trailing over his balls before wrapping them in a tight grip.
And he blew.
With a shout, he gripped her hair and thrust deeper. He drained himself in jerky bursts in her throat. Shudders racked him and he couldn’t do anything but hold on for the ride.
Even after it was over, he couldn’t slip back. His lungs ached and his gaze was riveted on the vision before him, one he’d believed he would never get to see in a million years.
Paige’s eyes at half mast as she struggled to hold him in her mouth. Drake’s jaw clenched as tightly as his hands around her gorgeous breasts.
Both of them waiting for him to make the next move.
Finally, he drew away, his thumb catching the pearly drop at the corner of her mouth. “I think it’s time you show us your bedroom, darlin’,” he rasped.
* * *
Paige shut her eyes and tried to get her bearings. Surely she still had some, somewhere.
She’d just let Colt come in her mouth. Now he wanted to see her bedroom. They both did. Assuming Drake ever intended to let go of her breasts long enough for that to happen.
Though she wasn’t in a real big hurry on that score.
“You okay?” Colt’s fingers brushed her forehead while Drake gave her flesh a reassuring squeeze that sent a flare of excitement through her belly.
She nodded and opened her eyes again, giving Colt one last lingering lick as she relinquished her hold on his still semi-hard cock. Jeez. He’d come and come and still had gas left in the tank.
This would be an incredible night. If she didn’t chicken out.
She swallowed shakily, still caught in the snare of his golden gaze. He could’ve directed her to jump naked into Wiley’s Gulch, and she would’ve done it without blinking.
Holy hell, where had this side of him been all those months she’d been teasing and poking at him? She’d tried so hard to keep him in the safe, not-quite-a-friend slot. Now he was so much more.
One night isn’t a lifetime commitment, Wilcox. Don’t go getting fanciful.
“Up you go,” Drake said in her ear, reminding her with sterling clarity that this was just fun. Just something she’d never dreamed she would ever experience. Charli and Lela and AJ and her other friends in town certainly didn’t talk about having threesomes. Now Sadie, maybe she might go for one. She had an adventurous streak a mile wide.
Heck, who wouldn’t go for one, when these two men were the ones involved?
She tugged up her dress and stumbled to her feet, swaying from a bit of a head rush. Drake’s hands cupped her elbows, steadying her, and Colt slipped his arm around her waist, guiding her to the doorway. Frank Sinatra was still playing, singing about witchcraft. Fitting, because she would’ve sworn she’d been put under a spell.
Somehow she led them down the hall and pushed open her bedroom door. Panic rushed through her. Had she made her bed? Left lingerie hanging off the bedposts? Maybe forgotten to clean up yesterday’s late-night snack? She doubted they were sticklers, but at this juncture, she kind of wanted to set a mood.
She flipped on the ceiling fan and the light, praying the cleanliness gods would be on her side. A quick glance around showed that mostly everything was in order. Semi-made bed, no takeout containers to reveal her need for a maid. There was no helping the purple see-through bra hanging off the light next to the bed, though, miles from the laundry basket. She really had to work on her aim.
Drake sauntered forward and picked it up with one finger, raising a brow as he turned to face them. “I like it.”
“Yeah? There’s panties too.” Could that really be her, sounding so flirty and relaxed?
She liked this new version of herself. She hoped she stuck around a while. Preferably all night long.
“You’ll have to show them to us.” Colt slid his hands under the bodice of her dress, easing it back down with a stealth she had to appreciate it. His teeth claimed her earlobe. “Later. Much later.”
“Sounds like a plan,” she said shakily as Drake approached to help draw the material away from her body. Had the record shut off already or was her heartbeat just too loud for her to hear anything else?
Her thong disappeared as fast at her dress. The appreciative noises they made at the sight of her in it would be stored in her memory vault forever, thank you very much. Colt pressed close to her back while Drake’s heat blanketed her front. It was a surreal experience for them to be fully dressed and for her to be completely naked. She hadn’t even noticed Colt pulling up his pants, but the obvious outline of his belt—and the growing ridge beneath—dug into her backside. In front, Drake lightly pulsed his hips into hers, letting her feel the column in his jeans.
Holy shit, could she really do this?
“You’re gorgeous.” Drake’s voice skated along her oversensitized nerve endings, making her skin seem too hot and tight to hold the riot of emotions and sensations beneath. His hand cupped her cheek as he smiled into her eyes. “Thank you for being with us tonight.”
“The pleasure’s mine.” At Colt’s chuckle, she grinned. “I mean, you’re welcome. And thank you too. Both of you.”
“Oh, I think you have that wrong.” Colt’s big hands came up to cover her breasts and they both groaned. “It’s our pleasure, darlin’. All ours.” He tweaked her nipples, twisting them between our fingers. “What say we move this to the bed?”
She nodded and eased out from between them to rush over to the bed. In her haste, she nearly tripped over the pair of heels tipped over on the rug. She glanced back. Oh hell, those were the shoes she’d worn tonight, and she hadn’t even been aware of kicking them off. She had no idea what shape she’d be in later.
After tugging back the bedspread and sheets, she clambered up onto the pedestal bed, well aware that it wasn’t the best angle for her ass. But Drake only slapped it lightly and make another of those appreciative noises, bringing a smile to her face she couldn’t hide. She reclined against the pillows and patted the bed on either side of her hips. “Gentlemen.”
They both kicked off their shoes, then Drake climbed in first, shifting to her far side. Colt slid in next, their movements practiced and easy. Even if they hadn’t told her they’d done this before, she would’ve guessed. They didn’t share her nerves, that was for sure.
“We won’t be gentlemen tonight.” Colt brushed back her hair to nuzzle her neck. “You’ll beg us not to be.”
She shivered as Drake slid up against her opposite side and palmed her breast, rubbing his thumb over the stiff tip. He teased his lips along the underside of her jaw, sliding upward to seize her mouth. This kiss was different from his others. There was no slow seduction, just the hot drive of his tongue against hers. He toyed with her breast and Colt did the same with the other. A moment later, a pair of strong lips closed around her nipple and she arched, moaning into Drake’s mouth. He only kissed her harder, slanting his head so that she was consumed by the pressure and intent of his kisses.
If they were doing that subtle competition thing again, she had absolutely no problems with it.
She was so wrapped up in him that she was barely aware of her thighs being separated, and the slight flow of cool air from the ceiling fan blowing over her where she burned. Colt’s fingers against her swollen flesh were a shock, and she gas
ped, reaching up to dig her nails into Drake’s shoulders. One finger rubbing against her turned into two, manipulating her clit in short strokes. She chased the sensation, circling her hips. Kissing Drake with all the breath she had left.
Somehow Drake managed to coordinate the slip and slide of his tongue to the languorous movements of Colt’s fingers. Colt’s ministrations sped up as he gathered her wetness and used it to ease his path inside her body. He used one finger at first, then two, rocking them in and out at the same time his lips again found her aching nipple. Drake broke free long enough to drag in a breath then he clasped her other nipple between his teeth, pulling hard.
The twin distractions had her so occupied that she almost missed Drake’s hand sliding lower too. He parted her thighs farther and joined the action, smoothing his broad thumb over her clit again and again while Colt used those stupidly strong fingers to shove her close to an orgasm in record time. She gripped the sheets in both fists, trying to fight it, but it was no use. The wall of pleasure broke over her and she bowed up from the bed, gasping as the spasms enveloped her body.
“Goddamn, baby, you’re beautiful,” Drake murmured. “Look at how wet you get.”
Part of her wondered if she should be embarrassed. Hell no. She was enjoying this, and she’d be damned if she hid any of her reactions. When it came to how drenched they’d made her, she couldn’t. Didn’t want to.
They didn’t give her a chance to come down from the high before Drake sat back on his heels and undid his shirt. Her eyes widened as the tattoos beneath his button-down shirt became visible. He wore a tank beneath that he quickly stripped off, revealing the swirling black ink on his chest and down his right arm. It was practically a full sleeve. He moved on to undo his jeans, tugging them and his boxer briefs down so fast that she had no time to prepare for the sight of his cock. It was thicker than Colt’s, but not as long—and just as luscious. The head looked tight and painful, edging toward purple. A drop of pre-cum hesitated on the tip before sliding down his length, and she couldn’t stop herself from rearing forward to catch it with her fingertip.
She licked her finger and he made a strangled sound in his throat, his focus riveted on her mouth. “You going to suck me like you did him, sweetheart? Let me come in your throat?”
Her nod was quick and eager, and he smiled. “How about on those pretty tits of yours?”
Though she’d never let a man do that before—it had never really come up—here and now she wanted to. For both of them. She nodded again, her gaze drifting to Colt. Apparently he’d decided to get naked as well and had already shed his dress shirt. He had ink too, but not as much. Just some phrase in Latin she didn’t recognize along his side and an intricate band around his left biceps. No matter, all that ink over their glistening sunbaked skin was enough to make her swallow hard. The muscles bunching and shifting beneath added one more nail into her metaphorical coffin.
Sweet Mary, they were delicious. And for tonight, they were all hers.
Drake tugged his pants and boxers off the rest of the way, while Colt leaned back to do the same. Before Colt set aside his pants, he pulled out his wallet and withdrew a handful of condoms, tossing them on the bed as if they were confetti. Her eyes went wide at the sheer number and her men laughed, crawling around her and caging her in.
“Too much for you, darlin’?” Colt wound a lock of her hair around his fingers, using it to tug her face up to his. “And here I haven’t even licked that sweet pussy yet.” His mouth was on hers before she summoned a response.
How did they know she loved dirty talk? Not that she’d ever been on the receiving end of much in her lackluster sexual history, but the few times lovers had gone there in her past she’d loved it. And none of those men had been these two, mastering her body and her reactions with little effort.
It was as if they’d been custom-made to her specifications. One man sweeter, one darker and dirtier. Then they’d switch roles and confuse the hell out of her, which she liked just as much. They kept her off-balance. Breathless with excitement.
Colt kissed her hungrily, his lips savoring hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth and retreated, making her chase the pleasure she knew it could bring. They’d only shared a few kisses but she knew they would be imprinted in her mind forever. Just as Drake’s would be. There was a unique synergy between them, one she could quickly get addicted to if she wasn’t careful.
Shit, she was so tired of being careful.
Colt drew back and sucked on her earlobe, turning her face toward where Drake kneeled between her splayed legs, his thick cock in hand. He tore open a condom with his teeth and rolled it on. “You ready for me, baby?”
“Yes.” She spread her legs even farther. To heck with being coy. She was ready to feel him inside her. “Please.”
He didn’t need another invitation. He cupped her hips and drove forward, impaling her in one thrust.
A quick blast of pain punched through her, and Colt caught the sound she made with his mouth. “Shh, shh. It’ll feel better soon,” he whispered against her lips, cradling her head against his shoulder.
It already was. Drake had stilled after the first thrust, and the discomfort swiftly became heat. So much heat. She rolled her hips restlessly, trying to urge him to move. She whimpered in between Colt’s kisses, unwilling to pull away long enough to tell Drake what she wanted. Needed. Hoping he’d be able to read her desire from the impatience she couldn’t suppress.
“Christ, fuck her, man,” Colt growled. “Don’t keep her waiting.”
Drake obliged, pulling out and sliding back in, going so deep she had to rip her mouth away from Colt’s to get oxygen into her starving lungs. She tried to force back the cry that bubbled up in her throat, but there was no fighting it. No staving off the spasms that wrenched her in two soon after he began to stroke into her in earnest.
And he wasn’t finished yet.
* * *
Nirvana. Drake had found it in Paige’s tight pussy.
He drew back and snapped his hips forward, again and again, watching pleasure transform her already beautiful face into something magnificent. A flush rode her cheeks and her eyes were fever-bright, dancing with the madness that drove him on to plow into her over and over. He’d gone into autopilot.
Somehow he remembered to rub her clit in between his surges into her welcoming body. Somehow he even managed to lower his head to take one of her swollen pink nipples between his teeth while Colt did the same to the other. But when his buddy lowered his hand between her legs to take over the work on her clit, Drake nearly lost his rhythm. Nearly forgot how to breathe from wanting his friend to lower his hand, just a little bit.
He’s made his choice.
The words were a mantra, and cold comfort most of the time. Here and now, he could stomach them better than usual, because Paige was writhing and arching beneath him as her legs wound around his waist. And from the quick pulses of her inner walls around his cock, she was already climbing to orgasm once again.
“Drake, please.”
Her thin cries made him pump faster, harder. The ache in his balls grew to the point of no return and he slipped his fingers over her clit, briefly tangling them with Colt’s. Her wetness made them slide together, so close, and his head reared up, his gaze snagging on his best friend’s glittering golden one before sliding to Paige. She’d closed her eyes, giving herself over entirely to the contractions now milking his cock.
He pounded into her one last time, letting go with a sound he wasn’t sure was human. He emptied and emptied, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. And when he pulled out and rolled to his side, wheezing, he wasn’t the least bit surprised to see Colt swiftly take his place between her open thighs. He’d already donned a condom.
“Drake gave you a slow ride. You up for fast?”
He pinched her inner thigh and she whimpered, making Drake grin in spite of his utter exhaustion. Fucker always had to come in on top.
Oh, how he o
nly wished.
“Again?” she asked, staring at Colt’s fully erect dick as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. She’d yet to experience Colt’s rapid-fire recoveries. He’d gotten to watch them several times.
“Again.” Colt flicked his index finger over her clearly sensitive clit and she bucked up, her legs parting instinctively. He slipped inside, gliding into her in a smooth way that belied his claims of going fast.
Whatever else Colt Bennett was, he was a considerate lover. He’d never push Paige for too much, too soon. At least not tonight, and anything beyond these few hours wasn’t guaranteed.
Drake frowned. Hell, forget not guaranteed. It probably wasn’t even possible. Weddings didn’t come along every day, and he honestly wasn’t sure either of them would’ve gone along for the ride if not for some kind of leftover wedding sentiment, for good or bad. Colt in particular. Today had been hard on his friend, even if he would never admit it.
Even if right now he powered in and out of Paige with sweat gleaming on his tensed muscles, looking for all the world like he’d never been anything but confident, and demanding, and in control.
“Ahh, that’s it, baby, tighten up on me. Let me feel how much you want my cock.”
Drake swallowed a groan as he leaned over to kiss Paige’s damp throat. He needed to take off his spent condom, but fuck, he really wasn’t altogether sure he wouldn’t come again right away if Colt kept talking like that.
Paige moaned and slipped her hand through Drake’s hair, dragging his mouth up to hers for a rough, clumsy kiss. They were all sliding tongues and clinking teeth and damn, he didn’t care. His arousal was banked—mostly—for the moment, but there were all kinds of enjoyment and tasting Paige’s soft cries ranked right up there. She raked her nails over his scalp as their mouths fought for dominance and he could feel himself building again, the pressure growing against all odds.