Wordlessly, she continued working Caleb's erection, increasing the pressure and reaching for Tate again. He caught her hand, sliding his fingers up her bare arm with the lightest touch, sending a shiver through her. His stare was intense, filling her head with heady, hedonistic images of what the three of them could do together. And then, without warning, Caleb growled and swung her round to sit in his lap, her back to his chest. He reached down between her legs, driving two fingers inside her with a rough thrust that made her gasp and grip him for support. Tate smiled and pinched her nipple, drawing a moan from her.
Pinned between the two men, Lara was awash with sensation. Caleb fingered her fast, sending pulses of quicksilver pleasure through her, while Tate leaned down to suck at her nipples, a slow, teasing contrast to Caleb's fast-and-hard approach. It was overwhelming. The scent of her own arousal mixed with the salt-and-sweat tang of the two men drove her lioness mad. She wanted them, more of them, all of them. She was amazed at her own hunger.
Tate licked a slow, hot line up her throat, then bit down with a snarl. “Tell us how you want it,” he said roughly, blowing cool breath where he'd bitten her, sending a fresh wave of white hot desire through her.
She couldn't speak for a few seconds. Her skin was burning up, her lioness fighting to get out. Caleb withdrew his fingers from her to graze her aching clitoris with his thumb. “Answer him, Lara,” he whispered, nibbling on the curve of her ear.
She writhed against him, pressing her rear against his throbbing cock. He felt ready to burst, hot and hard. Tate was just as ready, a quick glance confirmed. And Lara's head spun at the thought of them both inside her. Her body tightened, pressure growing inside her. “I want...” She swallowed, trying to keep the quiver from her voice. She met Tate's gaze. His face was inches from hers, his lips ripe for kissing. Behind her, Caleb rubbed her clit again, a little growl of impatience rising from him. “Answer him,” he repeated.
Her entire body was strung like a bow, desperate for more touch, more heat, but as sexy as Tate was, so close to her, so strong and enticing, it was Caleb she wanted inside her. She twisted, throwing her legs around Caleb's waist so she straddled him, and pushed him down to the floor with a quick, sharp shove. He yelped in surprise and she laughed, gripping his wrists to hold him down. A frantic need possessed her as his cock rubbed against her warm entrance, and she shifted her hips so he was poised to enter, just sweet seconds away from penetrating her.
“Come here,” she ordered Tate, reaching back for him. He obligingly moved round to stand before her, his own cock bobbing right at her mouth, right where she wanted him. She took him in her mouth as she lowered herself onto Caleb, blissfully taking both men into her in the same scalding instant.
God, it was amazing. Caleb stretched and filled her, his hands working her hips in a quick, grinding rhythm that sent flashes of fire through her. And Tate tasted like heaven, his hands knotted in her hair, his hips moving as she sucked and toyed with his heavy erection, fondling his balls as she did. Caleb reached one hand up to rake down her back, and she arched her spine, dizzy with delight.
She'd run away from this, a year ago, when Caleb told her what he wanted, needed. She could hardly believe that now, with two powerful men inside her, riding her to greater and greater heights of pleasure. It swirled through her, up from her pussy where Caleb drove himself deeper and deeper, up through her stomach and her tingling nipples to her lips, where Tate's cock muffled the moans and sighs of pleasure rising in her throat.
“God, Lara, god... I'd forgotten...” Caleb growled and twisted her nipples until she cried out, pulling away from Tate briefly. Tate pulled her back, a frantic light in his eyes.
“Don't stop, for god's sake.”
She couldn't have. She was so close, on the edge of a wild orgasm, bucking harder and harder against Caleb, leaning forward to increase the pressure of his cock against her clit. Desperate little whimpers escaped her as she grabbed the base of Tate's shaft, squeezing just enough to make him cry out and close his eyes. All three of them were inching ever closer to release; she could feel it in every pulse and throb of their joined bodies. Caleb was snarling her name, raking his nails down her back, pushing into her faster and faster, while Tate's movements were losing their smooth fluidity, becoming more and more uncontrolled. Lara's stomach fluttered and dipped as the pressure inside her reached boiling point.
The orgasm hit her in a rush, just as Tate came in her mouth with a roar. Seconds later Caleb found his own release, shouting her name, and Lara writhed in mindless, delicious ecstasy as shock waves shook her body. She was on fire, every last inch of her burning with euphoria. Tate sank to his knees, kissing her fiercely, as if he would devour her, and she kissed back, relishing the taste of him.
Caleb lifted her off him, breaking their kiss. Sitting up, he hooked his arm round Tate's waist and pulled him in for a kiss of his own. Lara watched, fresh arousal lighting her up again at the sight of the men kissing with an easy, familiar passion. She was ready for them again, the vision before her every bit as scintillating and tempting as she'd imagined. She cleared her throat, suddenly aware of the dust coating them all. “Why don't we take this somewhere cleaner?” she suggested.
* * * *
The sound of rushing water from the shower barely masked the sounds of Tate and Caleb talking in there together. Lara sat at her kitchen table, sipping black coffee and trying not to think too hard about what they might be talking about.
They'd made it back to her apartment about an hour ago, and by then the adrenaline and lust had faded from Lara, leaving her unsure and a little embarrassed by her wanton behavior. God, she didn't even know Tate. What must he think of her? And Caleb... She'd thrown herself at him shamelessly. How could he possibly respect her after that?
She flushed, staring into her coffee. The sweet ache between her thighs was a pointed reminder that Caleb had been just as willing as her, and the love bite at her throat a reminder that Tate hadn't minded either. But still... What now? Caleb and Tate were a couple, clearly very happy together, and she was a third wheel, a convenient little extra.
But the sex had been so good, so unexpected and thrilling. She'd relished having them both, yearned to repeat the experience over and over in different positions. Tate on top, Caleb in her mouth, maybe the two men fucking while she watched and pleasured herself. Oh yes. She closed her eyes to block out the onslaught of images, but that only made them more vivid, painted across her mind's eye in an erotic flush.
Oh, it was pointless to daydream. They'd be back off to Mace Creek soon enough and she'd be alone again, wanting and yearning and unfulfilled. Maybe she could visit the Smoke Shop, see if there were any willing partners there to help her keep the fantasy going.
But she was sure it wouldn't be anything close to her experience with Caleb and Tate.
* * * *
“You still love her, don't you?” Tate asked Caleb as they stepped out of Lara's small shower.
Caleb frowned at him, reaching for the towel draped over the radiator. “What are you talking about?”
“Come on.” Tate took the towel from him, wound it round Caleb's shoulders and began drying his mate off. “I'm a big boy, I can take it.”
“You don't have to tell me that.” Caleb ran his fingers down Tate's cheek, loving the feel of his rough stubble. “I know exactly what you can take.”
Tate grinned and flicked him with the corner of the towel. “Don't change the subject. You're still in love with Lara, aren't you?”
Caleb didn't answer for a second. The answer was yes, of course, and of course Tate already knew that. The real question was, what did it mean? Lara had walked away from Caleb because she couldn't handle his bisexuality. One earth-shaking fuck under the most insane circumstances didn't suddenly fix that, did it?
“She wouldn't want to be part of a ménage,” he said finally. “It's just not her scene.”
“Are you kidding? Looked like her scene back at the cabin. I've never
seen a woman so hot for it. And that body... She's luscious. It was like she came alive right then, you know?” Tate gripped Caleb's shoulder, his intense gaze forcing Caleb to look at him. “If you love her, ask her to come home.”
Caleb shook his head. “And what would than mean for us, man?”
Tate cupped his cheek and kissed him softly. “I love you. You know that. You've told me over and over you need a man and woman to be complete. We've had how many threesomes in the past year? Dozens? And how many of those women had you yelling their name as you came? Zero. If you love her—and you do—then we need to hold onto her.”
“But could you love her?” Caleb countered. “Could you be happy with her permanently in our lives? In our bed?”
Tate smiled wickedly. “I could put up with her, I guess.”
It was tempting. More than tempting. Caleb pictured Lara in the throes of her orgasm, eyes on fire, body glowing. He remembered how right she'd felt, how good it had been to plunge into her once more, like…like coming home. Of course he still loved her. Of course he wanted her again. Wanted to see her sucking off Tate again, wanted her lips around his own cock. Wanted to take her in every position he and Tate could think of—and they had plenty in their repertoire.
Oh yeah, he wanted Lara. His cock twitched and throbbed just at the thought of it. He glanced to the bathroom door. She was just through there, in the kitchen, probably waiting for him to go out and say his goodbyes. Her face on the walk home had been shadowed, like a woman waiting for rejection.
Tate spun him round and slapped his ass. “Go get her, tiger,” he ordered, kissing the back of his neck. “Don't let her get away twice.”
* * * *
Caleb moved so silently through the room, Lara didn't notice him until he was kneeling at her feet. She jumped as he rested his hands on her knees. He was clad only in tight black jeans, his muscled torso gleaming in the lamp light. Faint red marks from her nails drew her eyes down to the waist of his jeans, and she wet her lips, hungry for him all over again.
“Lara,” he said, staring up at her earnestly, amber eyes wide and hopeful. “I... Thank you for your help. Finding Tate, I mean,” he added awkwardly.
She smiled, resisting the urge to smooth his ruffled, damp hair. “It was nothing.”
“Not to me,” he insisted. “Tate, he's...you know. I'd never have dealt with it if I'd lost him.”
Lara felt the prickle of tears. So this was it. The big goodbye. Caleb would tell her it had been good, see you around, take care and all that, and waltz off into the sunset with Tate. And who could blame him? She'd walked out on him after all—why shouldn't he have moved on with someone who accepted him, all of him, unreservedly? “I'm glad we found him,” she said finally, hoping her tears didn't start until after they'd left. If she cried in front of him, she'd never get over it.
“We're heading home tomorrow,” Caleb continued, taking her hands, twining his fingers in hers. He was silent for a long, painful moment, clearly fighting to get the next words out. “Will you come with us?”
It was so far from what she'd expected to hear, she almost didn't understand him. For a second Lara couldn't even breathe, let alone answer. She gaped at him, a hot flush working over her from head to toe. “Are you serious?”
She saw him flinch, realized he'd misunderstood. He rose, head ducked. “Okay, I get it. It's fine. I just thought...” He shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets and turned away. “We'll get moving then. No point in us being in your way.”
Her heart skipped at the thought of him leaving her. “No!” She leapt up, catching his arm. “Caleb, no. I don't want you to leave.”
He turned, surprise lighting his face. “Then what do you want?”
She wet her lips again, searching for her courage. She wouldn't let him escape, not if he was serious, not if he honestly did want her. She'd missed him, ached for him every day, and their encounter with Tate had only intensified that. “You. Always you, Caleb.”
Hope flared in his eyes again. “What about Tate? You know we come as a package, right? Can you live with that, day after day? You didn't think you could before.”
“I know,” she acknowledged. “And it would be naïve of me to promise here and now that I could live with it, because I just don't know. But I want to try. I need to try.”
He stroked her hair, a little smile on his lips. “Are you sure, Lara? Don't make me hope if you're going to change your mind.”
“I want to try,” she repeated firmly, curling her arms round his neck. “I thought I'd never have a second chance with you, Caleb. I've missed you every day and I won't give you up without trying. I love you. I've never stopped loving you.”
He kissed her then, hot and possessive, waking her lioness once again. “God, I've missed hearing you say that. I love you, Lara. So much.”
He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off her feet, and she wrapped her legs round him, wanting to be as close to him as possible. She threw her heart into kissing him back, pouring all her passion and need into the kiss. If he wanted her, she would give her all to make it work this time.
As she remembered the sweet, burning lust Tate and Caleb had filled her with, she didn't think she'd have to work that hard.
The End
Do It Fur Love
Copyright © Melissa Hosack
Chapter One
Vanessa slammed the accelerator of her car to the floor in a rage, her breathing ragged as she fought between punching something and bursting into tears. This wasn’t the first time she’d left work in such a state of emotion. She should be used to being disappointed in the human species by now. People were egotistical, rude, and self-absorbed. Today had crossed the line of her patience though. Her sleazy boss had once again grabbed her backside. He’d done it for the last time, too.
She’d whirled around, hauled off and punched him the instant she felt his hand cupping her ass, tired of warning him against his inappropriate behavior. She was pretty sure she’d broken his nose, too. As blood gushed from between the hands cradling his face, she’d quit, right there on the spot. At twenty-eight, she was no longer the timid girl she’d once been.
“Jerk,” she grumbled, her eyes narrowing into angry slits.
Preoccupied with thoughts of her lecherous boss, Vanessa didn’t realize how fast she was driving until she sped around a bend, and her tires slid on the light layer of snow. It was early December, but already the ground was covered with a fine dusting of the chilly substance. With a soft curse under her breath at her carelessness, she pressed her foot down onto the brake pedal.
To her horror, the pedal continued all the way to the floor, being about as useful as a steak dinner to a vegetarian. The car didn’t even slow down. With a gasp of fear, Vanessa repeatedly tapped her foot against the pedal, praying the brakes would catch.
Nothing happened.
As she struggled with the wheel, the tires hit a patch of ice unseen against the black pavement. The car spun out of control, careening off the road. She gave a cry of alarm as the driver’s side door slammed into the side of an embankment and the car came to an abrupt stop in a wide ditch.
Vanessa’s head slammed against the steering wheel with a dull thump that seemed to echo around the car’s interior. Stars danced in her blurry vision. A small squeak of pain escaped her, the only thing she could manage in her confusion.
She was on a secluded back road. In her anger, she’d decided to take the long way home so she could blow off some steam by driving faster than the speed limit advised. The path she’d chosen was isolated enough that it could be hours before someone drove by in good weather. With the snow, it might be days.
As she fumbled with the clasp of her seatbelt so she could reach for her cell phone, her vision began to fade to black. She fought it as long as she could, until the peaceful oblivion of unconsciousness took her under.
* * * *
The roaring sound of her pulse in her ears dragged Vanessa slowly into co
nsciousness. Her vision swam, making it hard for her to focus on any one thing. Dimly, she was aware of an arm underneath her back, lifting her. Blinking rapidly as she attempted to force her gaze to focus, she turned to a movement on her right and saw russet fur. A dog perhaps?
The animal nudged her shoulder as if trying to rouse her.
Vanessa mumbled in her half conscious stupor and turned her face away from the cold nose, trying to see the person who’d just hefted her out of her car, the person who had probably just saved her life.
She saw thick black hair and a strong jaw with a five o’clock shadow. A man. That was all she was able to make out before her eyes fluttered closed and she passed out.
Chapter Two
Vanessa woke to sunlight streaming through the window. She opened her eyes and nearly panicked at the unfamiliar bedroom that greeted her. She sat up with a gasp, and her head protested the sudden movement.
The unexpected pain brought memories rushing to the forefront of her mind. She’d wrecked her car and passed out alongside the road. With a groan, she ran a hand over her face. “My car,” she grumbled, afraid of the amount of damage she’d done.
Noise, she guessed from a kitchen, made her glance toward the door in alarm. There was nothing more awkward than waking up in a strange man’s bed without knowing his name. Though this man wasn’t a one night stand. He was actually kind of her hero. And she’d spent most of the night with the russet colored dog curled up against her side, not the owner of the animal.
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed with determination, she marched purposefully to the door. She was ready to get the awkward meeting out of the way. The man must be just as leery about a strange woman spending the night in his home as she was about being there. Putting on a brave face, she marched into the hall and followed the smell of food to the kitchen.
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