by Lynn Tyler
Nick’s hands tightened on her hips, holding her still even as he panted. “Kitten, we need to map out your legal strategy if you’re going to lose your job. Seriously,” he groaned when she wiggled against him.
Pulling back, she cupped his face, all the love she felt for him and Liam welling up inside of her. “Nicky, if I’m going to get fired because I love two men, then it’s not the place I want to work anyway. Seriously,” she mimicked.
A grin wreathed Nick’s face as he stood up, tumbling her from his lap. “Hey!” she squawked playfully, slapping at his arm.
“Kitten, I think you need to be reminded of who’s in charge here,” Nick growled. “Liam, why don’t you escort Lindsay upstairs while I stash the pizza in the oven?”
Rubbing his hands together, Liam smiled wickedly. “My pleasure.” Without warning, Liam swooped over and swung her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “This is one of my hidden talents, chérie.” He clamped one arm behind her knees and began to knead one cheek with the opposite hand.
Lindsay thought about slapping at him and demanding that he put her down, but she was enjoying the view too much. Liam really did have a nice butt, and his jeans cupped it so lovingly. It made her want to cup it, too. And damn it, she was going to! She slid her hands down his back and molded his ass in both palms, letting her fingers dip in the crease, giggling when he paused to swear.
He hustled her into the bedroom and tossed her on the bed so that she bounced once before he attacked her mouth with his. Before she knew it, her blouse was across the room, her slacks were a puddle on the floor, and she didn’t even know where her socks had ended up. Not that she cared, because his hands and mouth were doing things to her body that made her eyes roll back in her head.
“You started without me!”
Nick joined them on the bed, quickly divesting her of her bra and panties. He positioned her so that she straddled Liam’s hips, and then pushed her forward, forcing her to place her forearms on the bed next to Liam’s head for support. God, she was so turned on. She was so wet she could feel her moisture slicking over her labia, and she humped herself against the ridge of Liam’s bare cock.
“That’s so sexy, kitten.” Nick ran his finger through her juices, spreading them back to moisten the tiny hole in her rear. It clenched with anticipation. Tonight she would take both of them. Nick confirmed it with his next words. “I want you here. I want your ass while Liam is buried in your sweet pussy. What do you say, Linds?”
“Yes. Please.” Liam kissed her again, drinking in all the little moans they managed to wring from her mouth. She was so distracted by Liam’s tongue, which was getting very bossy with hers, that she jumped when she felt a cool, slippery finger rim her anus. “Oh!” Nerves that had never been stimulated like this before practically sat up and begged for attention.
“Oh, yeah, kitten. Your little hole is fluttering for me. Flirting with my finger.” Nick’s finger breached her ass gently, only pushing in a short way. The burning pain quickly melted into a pleasure so fierce, she had no words for it. “You like?”
She twisted her body one way, then the other, trying desperately to impale his finger deeper while keeping the friction on her clit. The digit in her rear slid in fully, fucking in and out of her carefully while she writhed all over Liam. The pressure and tension in her ass was exquisite, and she wanted more. Before she could request it, a warm mouth settled on her throat, right above her pulse. Liam licked over the throbbing point, sucking her flesh hard enough to leave a mark. “Mais oui, cher. She likes. Her heart is racing.”
Nick added another finger, slowly scissoring them to form a vee. The sharp bite of pain almost took her breath away, and she nearly changed her mind until another hand reached between them and pinched her clit softly, pulling it out and away from her body. A short scream escaped her throat, and the pain immediately dissolved into liquid hot desire. Liam suddenly swore low in his throat. “Fuck!”
“What’s the matter, babe?” Nick and Lindsay both looked at Liam’s agonized face. “Ah, too close, eh?” Wrapping his free arm around Lindsay’s waist, Nick lifted her off Liam’s pelvis and repositioned her so that she was astride Liam’s hard thigh. He managed to keep his fingers in her the whole time and was busily working in a third as he spoke again. “Liam’s very sensitive. He just needs a little break to cool down before we start.”
Liam sputtered with suppressed laughter even as he reached out to tweak her nipples lightly. “You make me sound like a girl, Nicky. Can’t you say, ‘responsive,’ or something? And how in the hell is Lindsay humping my thigh while you’re getting her ass ready supposed to cool me down?”
“You’re speaking English,” Nick pointed out.
Lindsay couldn’t believe they were carrying on like this when her entire body was on fire. Sure, some conversation during lovemaking was sexy but jeez. “Will you two just shut up and fuck me already?”
The sudden silence had her focusing on the man beneath her. Liam’s eyes sparkled with arousal, and his dick pulsed against his stomach, leaving a small pool of pre-cum. “Mon dieu, you’re sexy.”
Nick removed his fingers, and she whimpered, backing up with him in an effort to keep him inside her. He grabbed a little foil packet and rolled it down Liam’s dick, protecting her even when she would have mounted him bare.
As if by mutual agreement, the two men picked her up and settled her back on Liam’s hips. He gripped his throbbing length in a steadying fist as Nick lowered her over him. Shivers skittered down her back at the feel of Liam slipping easily inside of her. She couldn’t stop her hips from rocking into him, making them both groan. The sound of a smack rent the air, and Liam yelped even as his erection hardened even more. “Stop her.”
A crinkling of foil rippled through the room, and then Nick placed his hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her down, parting her ass for his cock. “You need to stay still for me, kitten.”
Nick didn’t give her time to respond. He gripped her butt cheeks, parting them, and pushed the tip of his penis inside. “It burns,” she gasped, barely managing not to yank her ass away.
“I know, sweetheart. But it gets better, I swear.”
Liam grabbed her chin and directed her to look at his face. “Look at me, chérie. Focus on me, Lindsay.”
Lindsay stared into Liam’s green eyes and concentrated on relaxing. Nick adjusted her hips, changing the angle of her body, and he suddenly slid in easily until she felt his hips bump her ass. The three of them froze.
The feeling was indescribable. She’d never felt so full before. Their dicks were rubbing against each other’s through the thin membrane separating them, and the feeling was driving her crazy. A drop of sweat landed on her back, and she turned her head to look back at Nick. He was beautiful in his arousal. They both were.
“Please, kitten. Please tell me you are ready.”
Instead of telling them, she showed them, moving back and forth the few millimeters they let her. The two men gripped her waist, one set of hands stacking over the other. “Fuck,” they swore simultaneously.
Nick eased out slowly, making more room for Liam to slide in deeper. They reversed, with Nick sinking in as Liam pulled out. The slow, careful rhythm they set caused a series of mini explosions to set off across her skin, sizzling through her until she dug her nails into Liam’s chest and threw her head back. “More!”
Hard hands grasped her hips in a bruising hold as the cadence of their lovemaking sped up, and Liam grunted something in French. Lindsay was totally past trying to decipher what he was saying, the pleasure ripping through her making it impossible to concentrate on anything other than which nerves were currently being stimulated. Liam reached down and massaged the bundle of nerves at the top of her mound roughly, sending her over the edge. Her inner muscles clamped down on both cocks, and she came so hard she nearly passed out. She distantly heard Liam shout and Nick moan as the two dicks started throbbing inside her at almost the same moment.
She flopped onto Liam, sure she was never going to be able to move again. “Shift up, kitten. Let me just get rid the condom.” She felt Nick’s hand close gently around Liam, holding the condom in place as Liam pulled out of her.
The bed jostled a little, and Lindsay figured Nick was getting out of the bed to dispose of the condoms. She snuggled deeper into Liam, burying her face in his throat and smelling his sweaty skin. “’M’I too heavy?”
“Non,” Liam muttered as Nick joined them in the bed, yanking the covers over them. “You are perfect, chérie.”
Nick gently pulled her off Liam, smiling when Liam grumbled a sleepy complaint. “I want to cuddle, too.” Lindsay settled on her side with her head resting on Liam’s chest, one leg thrown over his thigh. Nick spooned up against her back, snuggling his groin into her butt and slinging an arm around her waist. She watched his long fingers trace circles on the flesh of Liam’s belly and giggled when both men gave identical sighs of contentment. Warm lips touched the back of her shoulder. “I love you,” Nick whispered.
Liam yawned, his eyes fluttering closed. “Je t’aime, aussi.” He was asleep within seconds.
“Does he always fall asleep right after sex?” Lindsay asked, whispering so she wouldn’t wake Liam up.
Chest shaking as he laughed, Nick squeezed her lightly. “Only after he’s come particularly hard. And, Linds? You were so smoking that I’ve never come harder, and I suspect the same is true for Liam.”
She linked her fingers with Nick’s and savored the warmth surrounding her. For a girl who had always felt frumpy, she felt surprisingly confident. The curves she had always despised suddenly made her feel sexy. And there was no way the two men could have faked their response to her. She drew Nick’s hand to her lips and kissed his knuckles before kissing Liam’s chest. “Me, too.”
Nick kissed her shoulder again. He was quiet for a long time, seeming to be mulling over something. Lindsay stroked the back of Nick’s hand as she listened to Liam’s heart beat, content to wait until Nick had gathered his thoughts. She had almost fallen asleep forty-five minutes later when he spoke again. “Are you sure you’re okay, though? Maybe I should have taken more time to prepare you.”
Lindsay took stock of her body. Her anus burned a little, but it only served to remind her of how hot making love with her two men had actually been. “No, it was perfect.”
“Good.” Nick was silent for a few another few moments, and she knew he was building up to something else. “I was hoping to convince you to move in with us.”
Gut knotting, she stroked his arm. The poor man sounded so nervous. Well, she was nervous, too. It wasn’t like she was asked to move in with two men she had only known for the space of a month very often. But if she was ever going to be able to trust them not to abandon her, she had to give them that trust implicitly. “I think it’s something we can talk about. Does this weekend work?”
Nick hooted and squeezed her tightly. “Boy, when you decide to do something, you go for broke, don’t you?”
“That’s okay?” She was suddenly unsure as to whether she was rushing things.
“Kitten, it’s great. Can we watch Strange Brew this weekend?”
The two of them laughed like little children until they realized that Liam was glaring at them balefully. “How is a man supposed to get any sleep with you two carrying on?”
His accent was thick from sleep, and Lindsay couldn’t help kissing his chin. “We’ll be quiet now,” she whispered with a grin.
He growled at them once more and stretched. “I’m hungry. Pizza?”
Chapter 13
Marla sat at their usual table, her toes tapping impatiently. She had called Lindsay’s cell that morning, claiming she had big news and the only way she was going to spill was if Lindsay came out for lunch and brought her two men with her. Lindsay grinned when Marla caught sight of them and sat up, going bug eyed.
Lindsay knew she looked good in the blue wrap dress Liam had insisted she wear. And the men…well, they always looked good. Nick was in his tailored slacks and dress shirt from work, though he had shed his jacket and tie and had undone the top button of his shirt. It made women want to undo the rest of those buttons and discover what was underneath. And what was underneath was oh-so-sexy. Lindsay had never thought body piercings would ever turn her on but the thought of Nick’s nipple rings worked every time.
Liam had on a skintight, black, long-sleeved T-shirt and tight blue jeans that left exactly nothing to the imagination. Anyone who bothered to look would know he dressed left. Both were the sexiest men she had ever seen, and they were all hers.
“Hi, Marl.” She sat in the chair that Nick held out for her and grinned with delight when her two men pulled their chairs around the table so that they sat on either side of her. They crowded so close it would be impossible to eat without bumping elbows with them. It didn’t matter though. She loved being close to them.
Lindsay ordered a Cosmo from the hovering waitress. She waited until Nick ordered his beer and Liam ordered ice water with lemon before speaking again. “All right, spill.”
But Marla wasn’t going to do things the easy way. She was content to make Lindsay wait until she was good and ready to tell Lindsay the news. Smiling a little goofily at the men, Marla leaned forward. “We were never properly introduced. I’m Marla,” she said to the two men.
From the way Marla was grinning and the way she was making Lindsay wait for the “big news,” Lindsay figured she still had her job.
Both men grinned and shook her hand. “I’m Nick, and this is Liam, though you probably figured that out last month when we met at Lindsay’s apartment. Thanks for looking out for Lindsay until we could get there.”
“No problem,” Marla said breezily. She turned back to Lindsay, who was squirming in her seat. “So, any guesses?”
A warm hand landed on the back of Lindsay’s neck, and Nick stroked his thumb along her hairline. Liam’s hand, meanwhile, had snuck under the table and was resting on her inner thigh possessively. She savored the ease of their physical affection and went back to Marla’s question.
“Heather?” Lindsay asked with an evil grin. It was wishful thinking, sure, but she could always dream, right?
Marla’s lush mouth pushed into a pout. “Damn, girl. I was going to make you suffer. How’d you guess on the first try?”
A sweep of relief rushed through Lindsay at the surprising news. Was it bad to feel this happy over someone else’s misfortune? Heather did have a way of making her life a relative hell whenever she could, but still…
“Come on, girl. Ding dong, the witch is dead! Or unemployed by the City of Toronto, anyway. You should be jumping up and down and screaming louder than you do when you watch the Leafs on television!”
Liam chuckled and grabbed her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “She’s not the only one to scream at the Leafs. I scream at them, too. When they score a goal, I scream a lot. Mostly obscenities.”
Lindsay rolled her eyes and shook her finger in Liam’s face. “When you get home from the firehouse, we are having a little talk about your hockey priorities. I mean the Habs? Get real.” She turned her attention back to Marla, who was practically vibrating in her seat. Taking pity on her friend and smiling at the waitress when their drinks were delivered, she asked, “Why did she get fired?”
It was clear that was the question that Marla had been waiting for. “It turns out that there have been several complaints about Heather for months now, from both staff and patrons.
“You know Kristie, the redhead who does the morning shift with Heather? Apparently, Heather had been harassing her for weeks. Whe
n Heather told April about your personal life, and how it would ‘reflect badly on the library’—” Marla rolled her eyes. And really, who in the hell would care who Lindsay was fucking anyway? “—April told her about the complaints and that the good City of Toronto did not want or need malicious gossips working for them. Turns out that the number of complaints from both patrons and staff were enough to get her fired, and her trying to cause you trouble was just the straw that broke the camel’s back.”
Lindsay barely suppressed a giggle of glee. It would really be bad form to pump her fist in the air, wouldn’t it? She couldn’t help the delighted grin that stretched her mouth though. “I guess what they say is true. Karma really is a bitch.”
Lindsay’s heart had never felt so full. Marla and her men got along spectacularly. The four of them talked and laughed for almost an hour before Liam reluctantly rose to leave. “I’m starting a twenty-four hour shift soon.” He kissed Lindsay lingeringly, brushing her jaw with his finger. “You’ll be home when I get back, chérie?”
She nodded with a smile. “I’ll be waiting.” She would always wait for them because she knew they would never leave her.
Nick rose as well. “I hate to say it, but I have to get back to the office.” He, too, kissed Lindsay, drawing it out as long as he could without getting arrested for indecency. “I’ll see you tonight, kitten. Come on, babe. You can drop me off on your way to the station. Nice to see you again, Marla. We’ll see you next week for dinner.”
Lindsay smiled again and wiggled her fingers in a little wave. Her heart flipped over, and her stomach squirmed pleasantly as she watched the two men walk hand in hand to the car, each grinning at her through the restaurant’s big window before driving off. “God, Marla. How did I get so lucky?”
Marla sighed and rested her chin in her cupped palm. “That’s not the real question.”