by Vivian Arend
Pepper leaned up on her elbows, staring down at Jack as Dean’s hands moved over her, intimately touching the tight hole between her cheeks. The floral scent in the room increased, and a warm liquid slid down her butt.
She fought the urge to laugh. “Don’t tell me you’re putting lube in the gift baskets for the gala.”
Jack grinned. “No lube, but the rest of the product line. You like?”
“Oh damn…” Pepper held her breath for a second as Dean slid a finger into her, the slippery lotion easing his way. It was still the strangest of sensations. She’d spend the first few minutes wondering if she actually did like anal play, until between one magical second and the next, the pressure would change, and she’d be going out of her mind with pleasure.
“Jesus, that’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in forever,” Dean muttered. “I’m going to go out of my fucking mind when I put my cock in you.”
“Dirty talk just makes me wetter,” Pepper warned.
He chuckled, moving his fingers slowly and teasing her. “That will make it even better when Jack puts his cock in your pussy.”
The pressure increased. “Oh God.”
“Three fingers, baby. Nearly ready.”
Dean seemed determined to draw out the moment as long as possible. “Hurry,” she begged.
Her body was humming with pleasure, Jack’s eyes on fire as she stared at him.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Maybe.” A strange thought struck. “You guys don’t mind how close this makes you? I mean, your cocks will be almost touching. And I don’t know why I’m bringing that up because if you stop now I will never forgive you and I’ll…don’t know what I’d do, but…you’ll be really close. Just saying.”
“You’re rambling, Candy Cane. You’re nervous.”
She pushed back carefully on Dean’s hand, breathing easier as the pleasure shot skyward. “Nervous or not, I still want to know. You rub cocks often?”
Behind her, Dean laughed, his fingers slipping free and leaving her pulsing with anticipation as the sound of a condom wrapper hit her ears. “I warned you, Jack.”
Jack only smiled, that flirty, dirty smile that drove her wild. “This is all about pleasure, and right now it’s about your pleasure. The fact that we’re both going to be in your body is just gonna make it that much better for all of us.”
Dean took that moment to press forward, the solid head of his cock slowly pushing through her tight resistance. Pepper breathed carefully, trying not to move.
“So tight,” Dean moaned. “Damn amazing. You’re…fucking hell, so amazing.”
Pepper looked down at Jack, concentrating on him as Dean worked his way in, the scent of lube heavy in the air around them. “Thank God you know what you’re doing. I can’t believe you’re shoving that monster up there without it killing me.”
Dean laughed. “Monster. Hmm, I like that. Godzilla?”
Below her, Jack’s expression cracked into an enormous grin.
Pepper panted as she fought the urge to burst out laughing. “Please, tell me that’s not what you named your cock.”
“What?” Dean let out an utterly masculine sigh of satisfaction as his groin met her ass. “No. Only twelve-year-old boys name their cocks. Now, come here.”
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his lap, twisting on the mattress at the same time to end up seated at the edge, their feet hanging toward the floor.
The motion settled his monster cock deeper inside her, and she gasped. “Godzilla or not, holy mackerel I’m full. Full, full, full.”
He turned her head toward him and kissed her for a moment, his tongue distracting her from the nearly uncomfortable feeling in her butt. Strong hands lifted her knees so her thighs were draped over Dean’s, opening her pussy to the room. By the time Dean let her up for air she was ready to take deep, sucking drags into her lungs.
Jack had knelt between her legs and put his tongue to her clit, and all thoughts of being too full were wiped away by her indescribable need to come.
“That is the dirtiest thing… I’ve ever… Dammit, Jack… Hell…”
She couldn’t seem to finish an entire sentence. She couldn’t seem to finish an entire thought, not with another orgasm rushing up to meet her as Dean rocked his hips and Jack continued in his quest to blow her mind.
Hands were everywhere. Okay, not everywhere, but Dean had reached around to fondle her breasts while Jack not only tormented her clit, he’d snuck two fingers into her pussy.
“Now,” she begged. “Fuck me now.”
“Yes, now,” Dean agreed. “She’s squeezing the daylights out of my cock, and I’m not going to last more than two strokes if you don’t get the hell in here, bro.”
Jack moved without hesitation as Dean leaned back slightly and lifted his knees, opening Pepper fully. Jack rubbed the heavy head of his cock between her folds, nicking her clit with every pass. She whimpered, waiting for the moment when—
He pushed his hips forward ever so slightly, the two of them staring down at where they connected. His thick cock disappeared with difficulty into her tight passage, every inch of Dean’s length felt even more fully as Jack stuffed into her.
“I’m going to explode,” Pepper gasped. Her gaze shot up to meet Jack’s as he worked his way in. All the way, every inch of pleasurable torment.
And then he fucked her. Thrusting forward hard, pulling back out as Dean joined in his limited way, but all three of them were moved on every rock. Jack’s drives were hard enough to make groans of pleasure escape both Dean and Pepper’s throats.
Through it all, Jack watched her. Dean was there—oh, there was no denying Dean was there—but they were together. Pepper and Jack, as he made her fantasy come true.
The orgasm hit as if every cell in her body wanted to melt, and Pepper leaned back on Dean’s chest, letting the men hold her in position as she reveled in the sheer decadence.
Jack’s eyes burned into her even as his face creased in pleasure and he came, he and Dean shouting as they found release as well.
Pepper found her arms wrapped around Jack as he nuzzled the side of her face. Behind her, Dean was doing the same to her opposite side, and she was surrounded and still filled.
“Holy Toledo, did I pass out?”
“I don’t know,” Dean muttered. “I just got back from an extended trip into outer space. Man, the stars are bright today.”
She laughed, accepting the feather-light kisses Jack was dancing over her face. “That was fun,” she said boldly. “What do you guys do for an encore?”
“Oh, I’m sure we can figure something out,” Jack promised.
Pepper eyed the clock beside the bed and wondered exactly when the pleasure overload would hit.
Finding out was going to be an extraordinary experiment.
Dean
“About time you showed up, Jonesy.” Dean tried to muster up some irritation, but he was so genuinely happy to see the traffic-stopping blonde who strolled up to his table that all he could do was grin.
Truth was, he looked forward to these regular get-togethers with Suz. For a man with enough notches to fill up a dozen belts, sex was a commonplace occurrence. A platonic friendship with a member of the female gender? That was a first for him. But Susanna Jones had quickly become one of his closest friends ever since she’d swept into his life like a hurricane. He’d first met her as his best friend’s girlfriend’s best friend, but these days he sometimes felt closer to Suz than he did to Parker, what with Lynn taking up most of Parker’s free time.
“Hey you.” Suz dropped a kiss on the top of his head before sinking into the chair across from him on the patio table of the bay-front restaurant. She slung her oversize purse over the back of her chair, then lifted the movie-starlet sunglasses that had been shielding her face.
Dean snickered when he saw her bloodshot eyes. “Ah, and the puzzle pieces slide together. Hungover, are we?”
Suz ran a hand through her wav
y blonde hair and groaned softly. “You don’t know the half of it. Note to self—never, ever let a total stranger talk you into a shooter contest. I got hustled, Colter. She drank me under the table.”
“She?” His eyebrows soared in delight. “Oh, God, please, please tell me you took a walk on the girl side last night.”
Red-blooded horndog that he was, he couldn’t stop the naughty girl-on-girl images from flooding his mind. With the way his dick hardened painfully, you’d think he hadn’t gotten laid in months, when a mere week ago he’d had a mind-blowing threesome resulting in too many orgasms to count.
“I did enough of that in college,” Suz said in response to his remark. Or maybe plea was more accurate. “No, this was a nonsexual drinking fest. Last night was that fashion show I told you about a while ago. I was covering it for the paper, and a few of the designers invited me to the after party. I swear, you’d be all over this chick I met. She was a ton of fun. Smoking hot, too.”
“I hope you told her all about your gorgeous best friend and how great he is in bed,” Dean teased.
Suz rolled her eyes. “Sorry, babe, but no. We were too busy drinking and flirting with the non-gay designers at the party. All one-point-five of them.”
Their waiter approached the table to take Suz’s drink order, and Dean didn’t miss the way the man’s eyes lingered on her out-of-this-world rack, which was practically pouring out of the low-cut neckline of her shirt. Susanna Jones was sex personified. He would’ve hit that a long time ago, if the woman didn’t remind him so much of himself. Somehow, sleeping with Suz would feel…weird. Obviously she agreed, because neither one of them had ever tried stepping out of the friend zone.
“Anyhoo, what have you been up to?” Suz asked once her vodka cranberry arrived. She took a dainty sip before toying with a strand of her hair. “I feel like it’s been ages since we met.”
“I know. We’re in crunch time for that huge anniversary bash. I swear, when did we become party planners? I’m gonna tell Parker to keep me on recon for the next few jobs. It’s way more fun than arranging for hotel rooms for out-of-town guests and helping Charlene go over the seating chart.”
“Charlene…that’s the chick Jack was sleeping with before Pepper came back to town?”
Dean nodded. “She’s cute. But she strikes me as the high-maintenance type.”
“Pepper’s better for him,” Suz agreed. “That girl is a firecracker.”
Damn straight she was. But he didn’t touch the remark—Suz was too perceptive for her own good, a master of reading between the lines, and if he said a single word about Pepper and how wild she was, Suz would pounce like a lioness.
Jack had threatened to break Dean’s neck if he breathed a word about the threesome to anyone. Well, Suz went beyond the anyone category. She was Lynn’s best friend, and Dean knew from experience those two didn’t keep any secrets. If he told Suz, Lynn would be next to know, the truth would then reach Parker, and then Dean’s head would be on the chopping block. Parker already wasn’t crazy about the fact that Jack was sleeping with his little sister. If he knew that Dean had, too?
World war fucking three.
Fortunately, Suz reached into her purse before Dean was forced to switch to a safer, non-Pepper-related subject. “Speaking of firecrackers.” She pulled out her vibrating phone and grinned. “My new BFF from last night just texted me a morning-after hangover pic.” She clicked a button, then peered at the display. “Oh for Pete’s sake. She thinks this is bad? Bitch.”
Suz slid the phone across the table. “Check this out—girl still looks like a supermodel, even after downing ten shooters.”
He picked up the phone mostly because he was curious to see the woman who’d out-drunk Suz, but the second his eyes focused on the screen, he froze.
No way.
No fucking way.
“She’s stunning, huh?” Suz smirked. “Apparently she’s half Chinese, half Native American. Look at that frickin’ combination. God. I kinda wish I did play for the other team even now that there aren’t pillows and college frat parties involved.”
Dean blinked. Then blinked again. The woman in the picture was stunning, all right. With her dusky complexion, catlike dark eyes, and full, pouty lips, she belonged on the cover of a magazine.
Or at least, that’s what he used to tease her…
“Earth to Dean Colter? Hello?”
He registered Suz’s hand waving in front of his face. “What?”
Suz practically cackled, her green eyes sparkling. “Oh man. Looks like someone is in lust with Emma. Maybe I should introduce you.”
His throat ran dry. “Emma?”
“That’s her name. Emma—”
Emma Lee.
“—Lee. I think she’s sticking around in town for a few more weeks. Should I ask her if I can give you her number?”
Swallowing was impossible—too much damn gravel in his mouth—so he swiped Suz’s drink and took a hearty sip.
“Hey,” she protested. “You have your own drink, you jerk.”
“It’s empty,” he answered as he slid the glass back. “I drank it while I was waiting for your late ass.” He pasted on a casual look, adding, “And naah. No need for any number exchanges. My roster’s pretty full these days.”
Luckily, she seemed to accept that at face value. “I know what you mean,” Suz said, sighing loudly. “It’s getting pretty hard to juggle all my suitors. So many men, so little time.”
“Poor Jonesy. I feel for you, I really do.”
But at that moment the only thing he really felt was stunned.
Emma Lee. Who the fuck could have guessed she’d ever cross his path again? Now the question remained…
Did he want to track down the only woman he’d ever given his heart? Or was he better off not poking into the ashes of the past?
Chapter Thirteen
Her friend had been strangely quiet ever since Pepper had gone to rescue her. Kendra stared out the passenger window with an indecipherable expression, her fingers toying with one of her blonde pigtails.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
Kendra snickered. “Penny. Hasn’t she caused enough trouble already?”
“Hey, I think she did pretty damn good. At least, it was fun while it lasted,” Pepper answered as she thought about her name decoy. Not having to constantly put up with the same jokes over and over again during college had been worth it.
But Pepper? That woman was living a pretty kickass life, and there was no way she wanted to miss a single second.
She gave her friend a sideways glance as she cautiously drove Jack’s car into the parking lot behind DreamMakers. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take you back to the apartment?”
“No, I’m okay. I don’t want to get you in trouble with Jack. I can’t believe he let you drive his car in the first place. But it was nice of you to come and pick me up.” Kendra sighed. “It’s crazy that I have to buy a whole new tire for my car! I thought it was just a regular old flat.”
“Hey, at least the tire didn’t blow out when you were on the freeway. I’m glad you’re okay.” Pepper shrugged. “Besides, it wasn’t that far out of my way, and you did me a solid by helping me finish setting up all the equipment in the media room at the hotel. You’ve got some moves. I appreciate it.”
“No prob.” Kendra played her fingers over the stick shift as they sat facing the back door of the DreamMakers office. She looked as if she had something on her mind, but she’d been like that for the last couple of days, and Pepper didn’t want to pry.
It was a different thing sharing an apartment. Surprisingly a lot different from living together in the dorm, and Pepper wasn’t sure when—or why—the bit of unease had worked into their relationship.
Rather than voice her cryptic thoughts, Kendra suddenly brightened, turning to face Pepper with a grin. “You wanna go out for dinner later? Maybe hit up a club?”
Pepper shook her head as the two women slid out of the car.
“Jack’s out on recon tonight with Dean, and they said they were heading to the office when they were done. I’m just gonna hang out here until he gets back. You sure you’re okay cabbing it back to the mechanic and waiting for your tire?”
“Yeah, it’ll be fine. I can flirt with all the sexy grease monkeys until my car is ready.” Kendra grinned. “Trust me, I’ll have a lot more fun than you will here. You’ve got that meeting with the barracuda, right?”
“Don’t remind me.” Pepper made a gagging noise as she punched in the passcode to the back-door security keypad. “I swear that woman does things just to piss me off.”
“You took what she wanted. That would get anyone’s back up,” Kendra noted.
“Not my fault Jack’s got good taste,” Pepper said as she pushed through the door, glancing over her shoulder to smile at her friend. “You sure you don’t want to come in and wait for the cab here?”
“Naah, I want to grab a coffee from Starbucks first. I’ll call the taxi from there.”
Pepper leaned in to give her friend a side hug, then said goodbye and headed to the conference room to prepare the final things she needed for this last dreaded meeting with Charlene. When she realized she’d left the connection wires she needed in the backseat of Jack’s car, she sighed and rushed out to the lot to grab them.
She was just closing the car door when Charlene pulled into the parking space next to her, her tires damn near rolling over Pepper’s toes.
Pepper adjusted her smile to maximum “you’re a bitch, and we both know it, but I’m the bitch who got Jack” smile. “Well, hey, Charlene. So lovely to see you again.”
This time Charlene didn’t even pretend. She tossed off a dirty stare and led the way to the building. “I’ve got too much on my plate to make nice right now, little girl. Let’s get this done, because we both know we don’t want to be playing at being besties.”
Oh, so it was going to be that way, was it? Pepper could go for the jugular just as hard. “Not a problem with me. The customer is always right.”