by Sarina Wilde
He leaned forward and kissed Chas. Hard.
“Do you want to?” Chas asked, his blue eyes a little wide. “Include her?”
Liam wrapped his arms around Chas, resting their foreheads together. “Yeah. I think I do. It’s got to be for more than just fucking, though. You know, right?”
He felt Chas’ nod. “How do we do this?”
Liam let out a soft chuckle. “I have no clue. The only threesomes I’ve ever done were at parties. We were all shit-faced and everything was a big joke. This is different.” He cupped Chas’ neck. “You said she’ll be out the rest of the night?”
“Should be.”
“Then let’s go back in the other room. I want to suck you. Maybe you should imagine it’s Greer.”
Chas smiled. “And will you be doing that when you’ve got your cock up my ass?”
Liam swatted him on one butt cheek. “Oh, I know your ass too well, but yeah, I’ll be thinking about what it might be like to have her with us.”
If this was what Chas wanted, Liam was definitely on board, and not just for Chas’ sake either. Greer might be another matter. She seemed so innocent. The fact she was still here, though, knowing he and Chas were lovers, had to be a good sign. Didn’t it?
* * * * *
Greer wasn’t sure what awakened her, wasn’t really even sure how long she’d been asleep, but she did know she was no longer lying across Chas and Liam. Greer stretched, smiling a little despite the faint throb in her finger. Liam’s massage of her feet had been incredible. While he’d been stroking from her soles to her ankles, Chas had smoothed her hair almost as though he were unaware he even did so.
Greer rolled over and sighed. There were undercurrents to this new job, and she was far from certain where they were going to take her, but for once since the accident that had killed Markus, she was willing to see. Even if it scared the shit out of her.
Right now, though, she was thirsty. She shuffled from her bedroom into the darkened kitchen. Only the faint light over the stove provided any illumination. Almost on autopilot, she retrieved a glass from the cabinet, shoved it beneath the water spout on the fridge door then slowly drank.
Her gaze wandered to the hallway. Light shone from the family room and she wondered if Chas and Liam were still watching TV. Since her finger throbbed, she decided she’d ask Chas if it was okay to take anything else.
She drew nearer the doorway and stopped. The sounds coming from inside the room weren’t from the television, and they were as unmistakable as could be. Greer swallowed as another masculine groan of pleasure floated out into the hall. She should go. She really should turn around and go back to her room. Right now. This was none of her business.
She took a step forward, her bare feet moving soundlessly on the polished wood.
They would fire her. Being open about their relationship probably didn’t include allowing her to play voyeur. She took another step forward until she was even with the open doorway but concealed by the shadows.
Oh Lord. They were both naked, their gorgeous, muscular bodies wrapped around each other, their clothing scattered around the room as if they’d thrown it off in a hurry to get at each other. An ache in her heart made her suck in a breath. She’d had this once, but never with the intensity she recognized between these two men. Chas’ golden hair lay in stark contrast to Liam’s dark locks. Both men were bronzed by the sun—everywhere—making it obvious what time they spent by the pool was most likely unclothed.
Almost unaware she did so, Greer rubbed her shoulder. She could never do that. Not any longer.
She took another step forward, watching them kiss and caress. So much more intimate now the barrier of their clothing was gone. They were beautiful. She wanted to paint them.
She wanted to touch them.
Greer leaned on the edge of the doorway, still hidden by the darkness in the hall and the angle from which she watched. Her hands fisted her T-shirt as she fought the urge to touch herself.
“Suck me, Liam,” Chas whispered.
Liam lifted his face. “Again?”
Chas chuckled. “You know I can never get enough of you.”
Liam shifted, kneeling on the floor, turning Chas until he could stroke his cock and balls. The ache in Greer’s heart zipped straight to her pussy. If she touched herself, she knew she’d already be wet. One hand spread on her thigh, she fought the urge to touch, afraid she would make a noise, afraid they would notice. Afraid they would stop.
She should go. This was private, between Liam and Chas. Not her. Greer stepped back into the shadows, her eyes still glued as she took one last look at the two of them. Liam lowered his head, swirled his tongue around the glistening head of Chas’ cock then took him deep in his mouth. Swallowed him. It was incredibly sexy. Her nipples pulsed in sync with her pussy.
And so did her hand. Greer cradled it in her other. No way was she going to interrupt them. She would find some acetaminophen in her purse and make do.
After slipping back into her room, she turned on the bedside lamp and rifled through her bag until she found the small bottle of pain reliever. She took two, turned the light off, and lay back. The sound of the television set drifted faintly through her closed door. Although she couldn’t hear Chas and Liam, Greer had no trouble at all visualizing them, and the reality of what she had seen was so much more vivid than what she had imagined earlier. As she lay in the darkness, faint moonlight streaming in through the tall windows, Greer smoothed her uninjured hand down her belly until her fingers touched the moist flesh between her legs.
Already throbbing from what she had seen earlier, Greer stroked and flicked her clit. Was it wrong to think of both Chas and Liam touching her? It didn’t feel wrong, and Greer found it impossible to separate the two men in her mind. She slipped a finger inside, stroking and pressing while the heel of her hand continued to rub her clit. What would it feel like to have two men kissing her, caressing her? Biting her lip, Greer squeezed her eyes shut and let her climax wash over her.
Chas turned his head and stared out into the hallway.
“What is it?” Liam growled.
“I thought I heard something.”
Liam stood, his cock semi-hard and so very touchable. “You think it was Greer?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I should check on her.”
Liam arched a brow. “I think we should finish what we were doing. If it was her, she’s obviously not ready to join us. We’d only embarrass her.”
Liam came back across the room, his hand stroking his cock back to hardness. “Where were we?”
“At the point where you were going to fuck me with that hard cock sticking out like a damn baseball bat.”
Liam laughed. “My version of the Louisville Slugger. You ready to be the bat boy?”
Chas snorted. “That’s so bad.”
“You’re laughing.” Liam knelt in front of Chas’ splayed legs and slowly shifted position until their cocks rubbed together. “Grab the lube, Chas, and get me ready.”
Chas’ heart pounded with a mixture of love and lust. He would never get enough of this man.
He rose early the next morning out of habit, showered and donned fresh scrubs. The sky was just beginning to lighten when Chas padded silently down the back steps leading directly into the kitchen. Everything was still dark. He started the coffee, then knocked softly on the door to Greer’s apartment. Getting no reply, Chas turned the knob and went inside. The curtains filtered the early morning light, but it was enough to illuminate her slight form curled beneath the blankets. The thick rug muffled the sound of his steps as he neared the bed.
She slept soundly on her side, her injured hand curled loosely near her cheek, and her dark hair tousled around her head. She was so pretty. Just seeing her like this made his heart pound and his palms sweat. Unable to stop himself, Chas leaned down, brushed her hair back and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. Her lashes fluttered open.
“Chas?” she murmured sleepily.
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nbsp; “Good morning. How are you feeling?”
“It’s throbbing some.” She started to sit, but he pressed her gently back.
“Stay. I’ll bring you something.”
“I should start the coffee.”
“Already done.” He went to his bag and brought back a couple of pills and a glass of water.
“What are these?” she mumbled.
“Just a little stronger version of Tylenol. It will take the edge off.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and held them out to her as she pushed into a sitting position. “Y’all are way too nice.”
Chas watched her take the pills and chase them with the water. “We like you.” He stared at his fingers, splayed across his knees, then cleared his throat. “This is a little awkward, but I want everything out in the open.”
Greer set the water on the nightstand. “If you’re worried about the liability—”
Chas blinked. It hadn’t even crossed his mind. “Oh no, sweetie. Not at all. It’s just…well, last night, I thought I heard something…um…while Liam and I were in the family room after you went to bed.”
Even in the low morning light, her cheeks flamed.
“So you were out there,” he said softly.
Greer’s eyes widened. “I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry…” She trailed off in embarrassment.
Maybe he should have left this to Liam, but Chas was determined to plow ahead. “That’s just it. We don’t want you to feel awkward. Shit. I’m messing this up so badly.”
“Maybe I can help.” Liam’s deep voice came from behind them. Greer turned at the same time Chas turned his head to see Liam leaning against the doorway. “You’ll have to excuse Chas. Since he’s a surgeon, bedside manner sometimes eludes him.”
“He does okay,” Greer said, raising her chin.
Chas’ heart swelled. He took her uninjured hand in his and stroked his thumb over the smooth skin of the back of her hand. “We wouldn’t have minded, you know,” he whispered.
Her eyes widened. “Minded?”
“If you’d come on in.”
Liam sat on the opposite side of the bed, his dark eyes intense. “You thought about it, didn’t you?”
Her eyes wide, her glance shifted between the two of them. Chas squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Yes,” she finally admitted. “I was curious.”
Chas covered her hand with his other. “So are we.”
“What do you mean?” she whispered.
“I…I mean…Liam and I…” Chas trailed off, uncertain how to continue.
“We’re attracted to you,” Liam said quietly. “Both of us. Does it freak you out?”
She blinked several times, blushed and looked at where Chas still held her hand.
“Greer?” Chas prompted. “If it makes you uncomfortable, we can just forget it.”
Her head snapped up. “No.” She pulled her hand free, her gaze darting back and forth between them again. “Aren’t you gay?”
Liam laughed. “I don’t think gay describes either one of us, though I guess my ex-wife would like people to think I am. If Wyatt didn’t look so much like me, that argument might hold some water. It’s true Chas and I are together, but we like women too.”
“We like you,” Chas murmured. “We’d like to get to know you better, if the whole working for us thing doesn’t turn you off.”
Chas took it as a plus she didn’t immediately jump from the bed screaming while she packed all her belongings.
Gray eyes wide, she looked from one to the other. “You want to have sex with me?”
Chas turned his gaze to Liam, desperate for some help.
“Eventually,” Liam said, then chuckled. “Hell, right now would be fine with me, but I’m willing to wait a few minutes.”
Chas looked at Liam in horror, but relaxed when Greer chuckled. “No pressure or anything, right?”
“You set the pace,” Chas promised.
“All right.”
Chas couldn’t believe how those two words, uttered in her faintly breathless voice, warmed him inside until he thought he must be glowing. He stole a glance at Liam, deciding his partner’s expression could only be described as gooey. He leaned forward and touched his lips to Greer’s forehead.
“You have no idea how you tempt me to call in sick.”
* * * * *
Greer quickly settled into a routine. And true to their word, Liam and Chas didn’t put pressure on her, though they touched her whenever they were near, a brush of the cheek with the back of a hand, a gentle squeeze as they moved around her in the kitchen. A soft kiss good night, though she felt the hunger in both men. They were being patient, when it was obvious their instincts were to be anything but. Each time Greer thought about taking the next step, she also thought about what she would have to reveal. It made her hesitate.
The best part of the day for her was when they all shared the couch in the evening to watch a movie. More than a week had passed. Liam and Chas both worked ungodly hours.
“Is it always like this?” she asked over dinner late in the week. “You always seem to be coming or going from the hospital, Chas. And Liam, you’re no different. I don’t know how you can work the hours you do in your studio.”
Chas shrugged. “We’ve been short a doc, not to mention we always seem to be short nurses. So we all pull overtime.” He glanced at Liam. “And you’ve seen the sculpture. Liam’s under deadline.”
“I’ll make it. I promised the museum I would have it done, and it will be.”
Greer sipped the coffee she held, then cradled the mug in her hands. “And where does Wyatt come in?”
Liam’s mouth tightened. “He’ll be here weekend after next. At least that’s his scheduled weekend. My ex is a little unpredictable.”
Greer set her cup down. “You only have him a couple times a month?”
Liam pushed his fingers through his hair. “I thought he would be better off with his mother when he was so small, but sometimes I wonder.”
Greer laced her fingers through his, liking the roughness of his palms. Sculpting in stone wasn’t for sissies. Liam’s hands were as tough as any guy working construction.
“You should petition the court for more.”
“It’s complicated,” Chas murmured. “Having you here will make a difference, though.”
Liam brought her hand to his lips. “It’s already made a difference.”
He leaned in. “I know we said you could take the lead, but I have to do this.”
Liam cupped her jaw with one hand and bent to touch his mouth to hers. Greer felt Chas, on her other side, inch fractionally closer. She slid her hand up Liam’s chest and opened her mouth. It was time. They had flirted and courted and teased. Now it was time to get closer to the heat flooding her whenever she was around them—separately or together.
Liam’s tongue stroked her mouth. Behind her, Chas’ lips teased the nape of her neck. She wanted more, but she wasn’t sure yet about baring all.
“What do you want, sweetie?” Chas whispered.
She tilted her head so she could see him, his blue eyes darkened with a hunger that made her ache. “You already know I saw you together the night I cut my finger. I want to watch.”
“Chas and me?” Liam asked.
She knew she was blushing as she nodded. They might think it was weird.
“Don’t be shy,” he soothed. “If you want to watch, we don’t mind. You do want to watch, don’t you? That’s why you stood there for a while instead of leaving right away when you realized Chas and I were fucking.”
She nodded, too embarrassed for words and too intrigued to leave. “You were beautiful.”
Liam touched her cheek, his fingers sliding softly to the silky skin behind her ear. “It’s okay. You want to get naked with us?”
That snapped her out of her trance. “No.”
She pulled back. Liam slipped his hand behind the back of her neck. “It’s all right. You don’t have to. Just watch us. We wa
nt you to.”
Her gaze darted to Chas, who lay back among the pillows. He smiled.
“Play with us,” he murmured. “If all you want to do is watch, we’re cool. But know this…we would love to give you pleasure…see you come for us.”
She caught her breath, her heart thumping wildly as she remembered her fantasy. She could watch it become reality, as much or as little as she wanted…as she dared.
It had been so long since she’d been within touching distance of an aroused man. Liam stood, the bulge in his pants one of the sexiest things she’d seen. With his eyes never leaving hers, he began to strip, pulling his shirt over his shoulders and head and revealing the rippling muscle she’d noticed the night she’d seen them together. He unbuttoned the top button on his jeans, then stopped. The comfortably faded material drooped just enough to make Greer’s mouth water in anticipation.
“Come on, Chas,” Liam growled. “Lose the scrubs.”
“I need some incentive,” Chas murmured and leaned over to kiss her on the mouth before bouncing to his feet. Greer couldn’t take her eyes off the two of them, letting her gaze shift back and forth as the rest of their clothing dropped to the floor. Greer scooted to the far end of the couch.
Liam grinned. “That’s it, baby. Get comfortable.”
She curled up, watching as the two men moved into each other’s arms. Liam’s muscles were more well-defined, but Chas was just as gorgeous. When they kissed, she felt that tug again deep inside her belly. Seeing them together was incredibly sexy, the biggest turn-on she could remember. Ever. The room was silent save for the soft whirr of the ceiling fan, the gentle bump of moist lips, and the rasp of whiskered cheeks.
Her gaze shifted to their lean hips, undulating in a way that made them rub together. They shifted and moved, halfway falling to the couch next to her. Lord, they were so beautiful. Greer held back the urge to touch, but she was unable to take her eyes off Chas’ perfect body, his throbbing cock, so close all she had to do was reach out and touch. Pre-cum oozed from his opening, forming a tear drop that began a slow descent down his crown. If this were a dream, she didn’t want to wake. Chas caught her hand, brought it to his chest. His skin was warm and firm. No dream at all.