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by Sarina Wilde


  “Let me kiss you,” he purred. And just like that, she was a part of it, the fulfillment of her fantasy—two men looking at her, wanting to touch her. She’d lost Markus so long ago, and at the time she’d thought the sexual side of her nature had died with him. But lately… Chas caught her chin, turned her face to his and dove in. She expected hot and hurried, but what she got was a slow, sensual assault making her nipples poke against the thin material of the oversized shirt she’d donned.

  “You smell wonderful,” Chas whispered. “Are you wet?”

  Her lips parted. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Watch,” Liam told her. “Watch me suck him.”

  She whimpered again when Liam took Chas in his mouth all the way to his balls. Chas’ hands teased her hair and played with her breasts through her shirt. “Touch yourself,” he suggested. “Slide your fingers in your pussy then let me taste you.”

  As Chas’ hips pumped slowly against Liam’s mouth, Greer slipped a hand inside her loose, boxer style shorts. One of Liam’s hands disappeared between Chas’ thighs, making him gasp and arch. Greer could only imagine what Liam was doing, could picture his fingers probing Chas’ ass. She pulled her fingers out and Chas grabbed her wrist bringing the glistening dew to his lips then sucking it into his mouth. The lap of his tongue made her cry out.

  Chas grabbed Liam’s hair. “Fuck me, Liam. Slide that cock up my ass. I want her to see.”

  Greer returned her fingers to her pussy, teasing her clit with soft, flicking movements as Liam grabbed a bottle of lube from a drawer in the table and coated his twitching cock. Oh God. He was about to bury that monster inside Chas. Greer panted, her eyes glued to what Liam was doing.

  “That’s it, sweetie,” Chas panted. “Take your shorts off so we can see your pretty pussy while you watch.”

  Nearly mindless with the need to come, she stripped off the boxers and leaned back in the corner of the couch, spreading her thighs and stroking herself while she watched the two men. Liam pulled Chas’ hips forward with a growl.

  “Raise your legs, Chas.” When Liam dipped his head and began nuzzling his hole, Greer slid her fingers inside her pussy, back and forth. It might have gone on for seconds or hours, she couldn’t be sure. All she knew was when she watched Liam position his cock and slowly push inside Chas, she nearly came.

  Tearing her gaze from where their bodies were sliding together and apart, she stared at their expressions. There was more than just sex in the way they looked at each other, so much more, and it made her heart ache again. She had caught them looking at her that way once or twice, but until now, she hadn’t connected the dots. They would include her in their cocoon, wrap her in the feelings they shared so freely with each other. All she had to do was let it happen.

  As if aware her emotions were in chaos, Chas turned his head and brushed his knuckles against her cheek, his eyes pools of passion. “It’s all right, sweetie. Be a part of it. I want you to. Touch me if you want. Stroke me while Liam fucks me.”

  She let her eyes drop to the thick, veined length of his cock. Until now, Markus had been the only man she’d touched, the only man she’d been intimate with. Now she was with two naked men who wanted her to join in with their lovemaking. It was so far outside her experience. Even a year ago, Greer had no doubt she would have run away screaming. Now she was curious and excited. They were the reason. They had prepped her for this moment with their teasing and their touching, letting her know in every way except this she was welcome and wanted.

  All she had to do was reach out.

  She scooted closer sliding her hand over Chas’ belly and around the silky skin of his shaft. His body quivered at her touch. When she began to slowly stroke his engorged cock, both men growled. Liam’s pumping increased in tempo and force. Greer continued her stroking, crying out when she felt someone’s fingers whisper along the folds of her pussy.

  “I want to come on you both,” Liam panted. Pulling out, he grasped his shaft in his hand and jerked it several times. With a hoarse shout, he aimed his cock at Greer’s stroking hand and Chas’ erection and spurted again and again over them, slicking her movements. She speeded up. Chas jammed his head against the back of the couch, his cock swelling and twitching in her hand as his orgasm boiled out and all over him and her.

  For several stunned seconds, they were immobile, Liam’s broad shoulders slumped as he knelt still between his lover’s thighs. Chas’ head was back, his mouth open and his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath. And Greer was poised on the edge of a cliff, hesitant to ask their help.

  Liam was the first one to recover, turning those dark-brown bedroom eyes her way. “Let us help you,” he murmured, his voice husky.

  “It’s okay. You don’t…”

  “Yeah, we do,” Chas interrupted, turning his head to look at her. “Let us make you come. You can keep your shirt on, if you want.”

  Somewhere in the back of her mind she thought he knows, but for the moment, all she could concentrate on was the seductive rumble of their voices, the molten heat in their eyes, and the lava-like glide of hands sliding up her thighs, over her stomach. She ached.

  “Lie back.”

  She wasn’t sure who’d spoken, but she obeyed, putting her trust in these two men who’d already seen her at her worst. Chas leaned over, flicked open the buttons on her shirt so he could nuzzle and suckle her breasts. Liam moved in closer, his clever fingers stroking along her thighs, teasing her but not quite touching her throbbing pussy. Instead, he kissed her, the feel of him different than Chas. She expected a brand of ownership like the way he handled Chas. Instead, his touch was gentle, almost tentative.

  Greer twined her arms around his neck and held on. Chas moved from her breasts, over her belly until his tongue nudged Liam’s fingers out of the way.

  “Fuck. You taste like honey and all I want to do is lap you up.” Chas returned to tonguing her as Liam bent his head to suckle her other nipple. Greer wished she were bigger, wished she filled their hands.

  As if he’d read her mind, Liam lifted his face and turned her to look at him. “You’re beautiful, Greer, so delicate and pretty. Let it go and come for us.”

  He kissed his way along her body, pressing his mouth to where hip met thigh. Then he and Chas were kissing, Liam tasting her on Chas’ lips. As though choreographed, Liam and Chas spread her wider, taking turns at her pussy with tongues and fingers working her.

  What they did was amazing, but just seeing both their heads brushing between her thighs sent her over the edge with a high, keening cry. The orgasm rolling through her went on and on, her legs quivering, her hips pumping.

  They held her, stroking her sensitized skin gently as if they realized how the nerve endings throughout her entire body burned.

  “Easy, sweetie,” Chas purred in her ear. “That’s our girl, so pretty when you come.”

  Greer felt heat stain her cheeks. She raised her hands to hide the tell-tale color.

  “No,” Liam murmured. “Don’t hide. You’re amazing, delicious.”

  She looked from one to the other, overwhelmed by what had happened, amazed she’d only known them for a few days. Maybe she should feel ashamed. Instead, what she felt was cherished. Chas extricated himself from the tangle of their arms and legs, leaving the room and reappearing just a few minutes later with a warm washcloth which he used to clean her, patting her dry with the towel he’d slung around his neck.

  Greer’s eyes began to droop, the pain in her finger forgotten. This was the most amazing dream, and she hoped she never awakened.

  * * * * *

  Liam would never have heard the phone over the sound of the air compressor and his pneumatic chisel, but he did feel the persistent vibration in his pocket. Mouth tightening with displeasure, he switched the chisel off and pushed up his safety goggles. After stripping one glove, he dug in his pants pocket and extracted his phone.

  Missed call. View now?

  Fuck, no. He had a deadline, but when he
saw the number he sighed. Julie. There was only one reason for her to be calling this early on a Friday morning. Something was up with Wyatt.

  Hitting speed dial, he stepped out of the air-conditioning and into the heat and humidity of an Ohio River Valley summer morning.

  “Liam, I don’t know why you never answer your phone…”

  “Good morning to you too. I know this comes as a surprise, but I was actually working.”

  “Drop the sarcasm. I need you to take Wyatt for the weekend. Holland Schmidt has invited me to a house party in Lexington.”

  If Liam had thought his mouth had tightened before, it was nothing compared to the way his jaw clamped until it nearly cramped now. Julie was always ready to dump Wyatt if a better offer came up on the weekend, and honestly with as many games as she played, it was the easiest way for him to see his son more often. With Greer’s help, Julie’s last-minute changes in plan would go more smoothly.

  “That will be fine. We have a house…”

  “Boy?” Julie’s voice dripped ice. “Adding another toy to your collection.”

  Liam took a deep breath to control his temper. “Greer’s at the grocery right now, but I know she’ll be delighted to have Wyatt for the weekend. She’s been looking forward to meeting him.”

  He smiled grimly when silence yawned.

  “I’ll have to bring him by in the next hour.”

  “You’ll have to wait until lunchtime. I’m on deadline and Greer’s running errands. I don’t expect her back before then.”

  Julie huffed impatiently. “Whatever.”

  After he’d disconnected, Liam started to shove the phone in his pocket then changed his mind. Instead, he called Chas, leaving a voice mail that Wyatt would be with them for the weekend. After that he dialed the cell number Greer had given him.

  When she answered, her voice had a slightly breathless quality making Liam smile. She’d been so cute this morning as she’d made breakfast for them, blushing and stammering until Chas had pulled her into his arms on the pretext of seeing how her finger looked since he’d taken the stitches out. Liam had approached her from behind and wrapped them both in his arms, kissing her neck and then kissing Chas on the mouth.

  “I thought I’d dreamed it,” he’d heard her murmur.

  “Oh no, sweetie,” Chas had grinned. “It was definitely no dream.”

  Now even through the phone, Liam heard the lingering shyness in her voice. “Did I forget something?”

  “No, baby,” he reassured her. “It looks like you’ll be meeting my son sooner than we thought. My ex-wife just called to say Wyatt needs to stay here this weekend, so I thought I should let you know to buy a few more things at the grocery.”

  “Diapers?”

  “Pull-Ups. We’ve been working on the big boy pants during the day, but he still needs the pull-ups at night.” Liam rattled off a couple of other things Wyatt liked.

  “Do I need to get back sooner?”

  Her question made him smile. “No, take your time. I told Julie she would have to wait until lunch time.”

  Greer had mentioned needing to run a couple personal errands, so no way was he interfering. God, after last night, seeing the look on Chas’ face as she’d stroked him off, she could have as much time as she needed. Liam had never imagined he could feel something for another woman, not after the way things had ended with Julie, but Greer was so different. Sweet and amazing and an incredible mixture of shyness and seductress.

  He started to say something to her about Julie, warn her, but he clamped his mouth shut. The less said about his ex-wife, the better. Greer needed to form her own opinions. In the end, all he said was, “Come get me when you get back, and I’ll give you a hand with the groceries.”

  No sooner had he hung up than his phone vibrated again. He checked the ID—Chas. He swiped his thumb across the screen. “Hey.”

  “So is Julie dumping Wyatt again?” was Chas’ opening line.

  Liam sighed. “I wish I could make an excuse for her, but I can’t.”

  “Why would you even try?” Chas snapped.

  “Because she is Wyatt’s mother. Every kid deserves to have a mom who loves him.”

  “Where to this time?”

  “House party with Holland Schmidt.”

  Chas sighed. “Last-minute schedule change. One of the other docs had a family emergency, so I’m on ER rotation this weekend.”

  “And I’m on deadline with the museum commission. Fortunately, we have Greer.”

  “Not as much as I’d like to have her,” Chas purred over the phone.

  Liam’s cock stirred.

  “She was so beautiful. You don’t think we scared her, do you?”

  “No. God, Lee, all I can think about is having her in our bed. It makes me hard just picturing it. Good thing I’m in my office right now.”

  “I have to admit, I had my doubts, Chas, but it feels right, like she was always meant to be with us. You think she’s all right with this?”

  “It’s there in her expressions. She may still be trying to wrap her mind around having two men, but I see the warmth when she looks at you. I feel it when she looks at me.”

  “I wish I could keep her away from Julie, but I don’t see how. As Wyatt’s mother, she does have some right to meet the person we’ve hired as a caregiver.”

  There was silence on the other end for a heartbeat. “You’re way too good to her, Liam.”

  Liam sighed. “Not her. Wyatt’s who I care about.”

  “I know. And you need to get back to work now, just like me.”

  After they’d hung up, Liam shoved his phone in his pocket and returned to what he’d been doing. To get his mind back in the right frame, he studied the model he’d built out of clay, running his hands over it to get the feel for the smoothness he wanted the stone to have. He switched out the chisel for a grinding wheel so he could begin smoothing some of the larger surfaces.

  The piece would go inside the Children’s Museum where he could already picture tiny hands running over its surface, chubby legs settling astride the back. He wanted this sculpture to be loved and touched. That tactile aspect was what he loved most about sculpting. This was art that involved its audience in a multisensory experience. Years from now, those hands would add the patina to the stone, giving it a life of its own.

  He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d been working when the studio door opened. Even with the air compressor running in the background, he sensed Greer’s presence. It wasn’t the noise she made, just her life energy. Liam switched off the grinder.

  She hovered near the door as if afraid to interrupt, so he smiled to reassure her.

  “You’re back.”

  “Yes.”

  Without Chas’ presence, Liam felt as if Greer wasn’t sure what to do around him. He stripped off his gloves and tossed them on a nearby chair before pulling his safety goggles off and throwing them on top.

  “Let me just wash off some of the dust and I’ll give you a hand.”

  Without giving it much thought, he grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and peeled it over his head. Greer’s gasp halted him as he got ready to throw it on the chair back. She stared at him, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. Letting the shirt drop on the chair, he slowly walked toward her, fingers hooked in the pockets of his khakis. Obviously she enjoyed seeing skin.

  “You like what you see?” he teased, his eyes never leaving hers.

  She nodded. He stepped in, knowing he was in her space. When she started to take a step back he tilted her chin to the light. “I’d like to sculpt you. Would you let me?”

  Her eyes widened.

  “Nude.”

  She shut down, withdrawing into herself so quickly it left his head aching and his swelling cock all excited with suddenly no place to go. She pulled back, not violently, not even quickly, and he got the feeling her problem wasn’t with him. Still, he wanted to kick himself in the ass for pushing her. This wasn’t a game. He wanted her with an intensity o
f feeling he’d only ever experienced with Chas.

  “I should get the car unloaded.” She edged toward the door.

  “I’ll help.”

  “It’s okay…”

  “I said I’d help, Greer.” He took pity on the paleness of her cheeks and the way her gaze skittered away from his. Damn it. He felt as if they’d just taken ten steps back to their first encounter…and that had ended with her in a full-fledge panic attack.

  “Go on,” he told her quietly. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

  She fled. He couldn’t describe it any other way. He watched her go, the echo of the door slamming behind her still reverberating in his head. Liam washed off the dust and pulled on a clean shirt without bothering to button it. As he approached the car, Greer was gathering bags.

  “Hand me some.”

  She did, without looking at him. As they got ready to make the final trip in, he grabbed her arm.

  “Greer, I’m sorry if I spooked you.”

  She shook her head, her gaze focusing anywhere but on him. “It’s not you. It’s me.”

  Her voice was barely even a whisper, but he caught the words. Feeling like he needed to move as cautiously as a trainer with a wild animal, he stroked his fingers down her arm. “Is it because of last night?”

  “No. That was amazing. It’s…”

  Her words stalled. They both turned at the sound of car tires crunching along the drive. Fuck. The moment was lost. She’d been about to tell him something significant, but not now. As he turned toward the approaching car, his scowl deepened. Julie. He brushed a hand back over his hair and schooled his features into something resembling civility. Not for her, but for Wyatt. His son didn’t deserve to feel any of the animosity he harbored toward his ex-wife.

  The car pulled in next to Greer’s. Julie exited, long legs first, and rose as gracefully as a model to her full height. Greer shifted next to him, and he wanted to tell her what she saw was only window-dressing. Julie was short on substance, short on anything approaching humanity. His ex-wife’s eyes skated over Greer dismissively. She arched a perfectly shaped brow.

 

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