Let's Get It On (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Doris O'Connor

  Lily looked across again, and she bit her lip.

  “Well, if he gets called away then he has to go. That’s part of his job, after all.”

  Cyrus had explained this to her only yesterday on the drive home. Regardless of how much she protested, the men took it in turns to give her a lift, and if she was perfectly honest with herself Lily rather liked their protectiveness. Besides after a long day spent on her feet it was sheer bliss to not have to negotiate the busy bus, and despite their obvious dislike of Tyson, there had been no more confrontations. He just smirked when he saw Lily with her posh lover dudes, as Tyson called them. Not that they were her lovers. Hot goodnight kisses notwithstanding, neither man had pressed her for more. Something that Lily was equally infuriated and relieved by. It would be a damn sight easier if they simply took her choices away. However, it served her right, she supposed. She’d made such a song and dance about wanting her independence that those two had to take her literally. They were proving a point, and Lily was pretty sure she would be the one to crack, and not them. She suppressed a sigh, and forced her attention back on Martha. What was she saying now?

  “Sloan is the steady one. Just thought you should know that. Are you even listening to me, Lily?”

  Lily raised her coffee cup to hide her guilty expression, and Martha sighed.

  “I know it’s none of my business, but you’re playing with fire, here. I’ve seen those two in action at the club often enough to know they are lethal combination, but—”

  “Club?” Lily interrupted her and threw a worried glance across to Cyrus when that squeak came out far louder than she had meant it to. He was still engrossed and hadn’t heard her, however. “Why were you… I mean… I just assumed… oh hell.”

  Words failed her as Martha simply smiled and patted her hand.

  “I’m not in the lifestyle, if that’s what you’re wondering. There was a time Joe and I were curious and we accepted Sloan’s invitation to his brother’s club. We both quickly realized it wasn’t really for us, and then, of course he fell ill, and well… not much time to fool around these days.”

  Lily drew the other woman in for an impromptu hug, and Martha hugged her back a bit too tightly.

  “He’s still in remission, though, right?” Lily asked.

  Martha nodded and smiled. “Yes, thank goodness. The whole thing with Ursula and the pregnancy would be too much for him to deal with otherwise.”

  Martha sighed and Lily glanced across at the clock.

  “How is she doing now? Hanging on in there?”

  Martha’s face brightened, and Lily released the breath she hadn’t been aware of holding.

  “Yes, that baby is a little fighter, and Ursula’s blood pressure seems to be stabilizing, so fingers crossed, baby will stay in until she is closer to thirty-seven weeks. It’s funny, really, you know. I so wasn’t happy when she told me she was pregnant, but now, if something happened to that baby…”

  Lily reached across to squeeze her shoulder, and Martha blinked away tears.

  “I know, Martha. Talking of which, do you want to leave now? I can hold the fort until closing time.”

  “No, I couldn’t do that to you,” Martha said.

  “Couldn’t do what, Martha?” Sloan’s deep tenor behind them startled them both, and Lily wondered how long he’d been standing there. Long enough, if the thoughtful way in which he looked between them was anything to go by.

  “Go on home, and rest. If it gets busy now, which I’ll doubt, we’ll manage.” When Martha still hesitated, Sloan crossed his arms and gave her what could only be described as his Dom stare. It made Lily want to scramble to her knees and it wasn’t even aimed at her.

  Martha rolled her eyes, and patted Sloan’s bulging biceps.

  “Save that for Lily here. I’m going, and thank you, both of you.”

  She smiled at Lily, threw a worried glance at Cyrus, as he swore loudly, slammed his laptop lid down, and scowled into space, and then she hot footed it out of there.

  Witnessing Cyrus’s foul mood, Lily almost wished she could follow her. Instead she looked up at Sloan, who was watching his brother with a frown on his face.

  “What’s eating him?” She whispered the question and Sloan sighed and answered in an equally low voice.

  “He hasn’t told you then.” It wasn’t a question, more of a resigned statement, as he helped himself to the last muffin left on the plate, and Lily’s hormones went into overdrive. Watching Sloan eat was an exercise in torture, as he made small appreciative grunts of enjoyment, licked his fingers clean, and then washed it all away with a swig of coffee. Lily’s gaze followed the movement of his Adam’s Apple as he swallowed, and her fingers itched to brush away the crumbs that clung to his pectorals, clearly outlined under the well-worn tee he wore. Emblazoned with the diner’s motif, it matched her own uniform, but Lily was pretty sure hers didn’t look as good on her as his did on Sloan.

  Then again, maybe it did, as far as he was concerned. The heat in his eyes when she finally wrenched her gaze up to his made her breathing speed up, and she hastily took a step back. Not that she got very far, as the counter at her back stopped her retreat. Sloan smirked and Lily swallowed hard when Cyrus’s spicy aftershave alerted her to his presence. Sure enough he wrapped his hand in her ponytail, holding her in place.

  “If you keep looking at me like that, pet, I’ll be forced to take you up on the offer, and fuck you right here on this counter.” Sloan closed the distance between them as he spoke and using just the tip of his index finger ran it down her throat, over her collarbone and into the V of her T-shirt.

  “Breathe, pet.” Sloan smiled as he said that, and his voice deepened, taking on the edge of command that made Lily wet instantly, and she drew a shuddering breath into her lungs. Sloan’s grin turned sinful and he trailed that finger lower, until he circled her already hard nipple. Cyrus reached round from behind and gave the same attention to the other nipple, and Lily barely suppressed her whimper of need.

  “Whatever happened to giving me time?” Even to her own ears, that halfhearted protest sounded feeble and as breathy as a porn star’s, and Cyrus tugged her head back to make her look at him. Trapped between Sloan and the counter as she was, her position wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it just added to the intense waves or arousal that surged through her right now, as both men chose to twist and pull at her nipples at the same time.

  The sweet pain shot straight to her clit and Lily clenched her thighs together to relieve the ache in her pussy.

  Cyrus grinned at her, and her world tilted a little at seeing that smile. Especially as he had been so serious all day.

  “We’re just going to show you how good we could be, before I have to leave, right, bro?” He flicked a glance at his brother, and Lily gasped when Sloan grasped her hips and then kicked her legs apart, before dropping to his knees in front of her.

  Sloan ran his hands up her legs, taking the hem of her skirt with them, and then inhaled against her damp mound.

  “Quite so, Cy. Besides, I’m dying to find out if our girl tastes as good as you say she does.”

  Oh, God. He wasn’t going to go down on her, right here, was he? Where anyone could walk into the diner and see them. The thought made Lily even wetter, and Sloan murmured his approval as he ran his fingers along her still covered slit.

  “So wet, already. Our girl rather likes this, it seems.”

  Cyrus laughed and claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss, before releasing her with a bite to her bottom lip.

  “Of course she is. Our girl is a naughty little subbie who doesn’t care one iota that anyone could see her. I bet she’s getting wetter even now, isn’t she, bro? Make her come for me, so I have a nice memory to jerk off to in my hotel room, Sloan. I want to see her fall apart.”

  Cyrus grasped her hair again, and Lily lost herself in the intensity of his stare, as her body went limp.

  “You’re leaving?” Lily managed to gasp the question, dimly aware of Sl
oan pulling the sensible white cotton knickers she wore to work down her legs with agonizing slowness. His hot breath ghosted across her wet slit, and then there was an audible rip, as her underwear gave way. A flash of white flew in the air, and Cyrus caught her ruined knickers with a grin.

  He sniffed them, winked at her, and then stuffed them in his trouser pocket.

  “Thanks, bro, but I think we should make it a rule, that our Lily here is not allowed to wear panties to work, certainly not plain ones likes this.”

  “Fuck, yeah.” Sloan grunted his approval from between her legs, and Lily bit her lip at the warm and wet sensation against her sensitive flesh, as he licked along her slit. He repeated the action with agonizing slowness over and over, until Lily couldn’t stand it anymore. She screwed her eyes shut and panted her need, not really sure what noises she was desperately trying not to make. Cy’s harsh breaths in her ear, spiked her arousal higher, and she whimpered at his strained words in her ear.

  “Fuck, that’s so hot. If you two get up to anything without me, I want you to video it. Better still, Skype me. That would be fucking erotic.”

  Sloan grumbled his approval as he ate her out with earth-shattering finesse. Cyrus swallowed her deep groan in the heated kiss he gave her, when Sloan hooked her leg over his shoulder, and sucked on her clit, while pushing two fingers into her desperately clenching pussy hole.

  The stimulation proved too much, and Lily ground herself against Sloan’s face buried between her legs as her orgasm shot through her. The rough texture of his bristly jaw on her tender flesh added to the whole sensation overload, and she flew.

  The sound of the bell over the door, signaling a customer entering the shop, brought with it a rush of cold air, as Sloan straightened up, and pulled her skirt down. Reality came crashing down on top of her, and she hid her flaming face in her hands, dimly aware of Cyrus moving away. The wails of a newborn baby drowned out her rapid breathing, and Sloan grinned at her, wiped his face with the back of his hand, and steadied her wobbly frame with the other.

  “Here, let me help you with that.” Cyrus’s deep rumble made her look across to him and her heart lurched in her throat, when she saw Cy expertly grab hold of a pram. He pulled a chair out for the harassed-looking mum clutching her red-faced infant to her shoulder, and the woman’s eyes went wide when she looked up at him. She dropped down heavily into the chair, and the baby screeched louder. Clearly the little mite, who could only be a matter of weeks old, was in dire need of feeding.

  “You sit right there, and Lily will bring you some coffee, or a glass of water if you prefer. If you give me baby’s bottle we’ll heat it up for you.” Cyrus smiled at the woman and she went almost as red as her top, and Sloan, who was in the process of washing his hands, rolled his eyes.

  “Dumbass.”

  Wiping his hands dry on a paper towel, Sloan uttered that word only loud enough for Lily to hear, and she took the hint and grabbing a bottle of water, approached mum, baby, and clueless Cyrus.

  “I’ve got this, Cy. You go back to your work, go on.” She put the water bottle down in front of the still visibly flustered customer and suppressed a grin at Cyrus’s narrow-eyed perusal of her, especially when she caught Sloan hitch his thumb over his shoulder and his brother finally took the hint, and stepped away.

  Their customer visibly relaxed and returned Lily’s smile.

  “I do need to feed him, but I’m breastfeeding… that won’t be a problem, will it? The last café I was in… well—”

  “No problem at all, miss.” Sloan interrupted the woman’s hesitant question. “We welcome nursing mums here. In fact it entitles you to a free coffee and cake. Just tell Lily what your poison is, and she’ll bring it right up.”

  The woman’s tense shoulders relaxed and Lily’s grin deepened at the speed in which she whipped her top up and started feeding her baby. Blissful silence descended on the diner, and the woman blew out a breath.

  “Oh, thank god. He really has no patience. Thank you so much, but I’ll pay for my coffee, of course—”

  “Nonsense,” Cyrus’s voice this time. “You just settle down and let Lily take care of you. We’re closing in five anyway, so you take your time, and Lily will let you out when you’re finished.” He ran a hand through his hair and slowly stepped closer until he was in the mother’s line of vision. Lily almost laughed out loud at the careful way he kept his gaze on the young woman’s hairline. “And I’m sorry about my assumption. I didn’t mean any offense.”

  “Oh, none taken. I know not many my age breastfeed. I’m just so grateful to be able to do it without being made to feel as though I should hide.”

  Cyrus nodded and disappeared in the back, and Sloan swore under his breath.

  “Remind me to put that sticker up out front, Lily, so any other mum knows she can feed her baby in here whichever way she needs to.”

  “Sure thing, boss.”

  Lily smiled at him, and went about her closing up duties, all too aware of both men’s heated glances sent her way. They sent her wayward libido into overdrive again, and by the time she locked the door behind mother and baby, she was all but ready to jump them both there and then.

  Chapter Eight

  “Finally. I thought she’d never leave. How long does it take to feed a baby?” Cyrus blew out a breath and Sloan grinned ruefully and shrugged his shoulders, as Lily shut the door on mother and baby. He knew just how his brother felt, and he wasn’t the one leaving. There would be no time to finish what they’d started earlier. In fact, Cy would have to get his skates on to make it to the airport in time to catch his flight, but he hadn’t wanted to leave without talking to Lily first.

  Not that there was time for explanations either. Sloan glanced at the chrome clock on the wall, and Cy swore again, when he followed suit.

  “Fuck it, I’m gonna have to go. But not before I do this.” Lily’s eyes widened and Cyrus caught her gasp of surprise in his mouth when he caged her in against the door and kissed her. Lily went limp and clung to his biceps as Cyrus lifted her up and deepened the kiss. For the umpteenth time that afternoon, Sloan adjusted his dick away from the zipper of his jeans and his groan matched his brother’s when Lily wrapped her legs around Cyrus’s waist and ground herself against his groin.

  Lucky fucking bastard.

  Sloan’s fingers itched to join in, to see this through to its natural conclusion, but instead he cleared his throat, stepped up and tapped his brother on the shoulder.

  “Cy, it’s time.”

  His brother disentangled himself from the Lily-shaped octopus clinging to him, and swore again. The way their girl tried to hold onto Cyrus made Sloan grin, all jealous thoughts obliterated at that moment. It was obvious that she wanted them both, and he couldn’t begrudge Cy these stolen moments. God only knew how long that business in New York would take to sort out, and besides, without Cyrus’s involvement, Sloan and Lily might still be tiptoeing around their attraction for each other.

  “I’m sorry, sweet girl. I have to go. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Take care of my dumbass brother for me, will you?” Cyrus’s strained words made Lily blink, and she nodded and straightened her shoulders, while she drew a far from steady breath into her lungs.

  “I will, Sir. Have a safe trip.”

  Cyrus groaned and stole one last kiss, punched Sloan in the shoulder, before he drew him in for a one-armed man-hug, and then he left through the back door.

  Silence fell between Sloan and Lily, and she offered him a tentative smile when he cleared his throat.

  “Let’s get you home, baby.”

  She nodded and pushed away from the door with a sigh.

  “He has to go, you know. I heard what Martha said to you, but he’s different with you.” A delightful blush stole into her pale features at his words, and Sloan gave into the need to touch his girl and cupped her chin to make her look up at him.

  “You don’t have to make excuses for him, Sir.” Her whispered reply made his dick twitch
in need, and Sloan took a deep breath to stop himself from acting on the urge to simply grab her and fuck her against the wall right here and now. He could still taste her under his tongue, but he didn’t want their first time together to be a mad fumble in the diner. Lily deserved more than that. In truth, she deserved to have both his and Cyrus’s undivided attention. They should both be with her that first time, but fuck him if he’d be able to keep his hands off of her for that long.

  “I’m not making excuses for him, pet.” Her eyes widened at the endearment, and he was once again struck by her inherent need to submit. It was there in every line of her body, and it made his inner cave man strut with glee. Submission was ten times sweeter, when someone as strong as Lily was, gave it freely.

  “My brother is head over heels in love with you, pet. He’ll probably have my hide for telling you this, but I thought you should know that.”

  Lily inhaled sharply and he let her go and ran a far from steady hand through his hair, and then forced the rest of the words out of his suddenly dry throat.

  “In case it makes a difference in your decision.”

  “Decision?” Lily asked, and she wrapped her arms around herself as though she didn’t know what to do with her hands. Sloan knew just how she felt. He stuck his in his trouser pockets, because he didn’t trust himself to not simply grab her.

  “Yes, about whether you accept both of us, or just one, or indeed decide you want nothing to do with either one of us.”

  “Oh.” An impish smile kicked up the corners of her mouth “That,” she said and sashayed away from him, hips swinging from side to side in exaggerated fashion. Sloan swallowed a groan, when she stopped, pulled her skirt up, and bent down to pick up a paper napkin from the floor. The action made her skirt ride up even higher, and gave him a tantalizing view of her dewy nether lips.

  She turned her head and grinned at him over her shoulder, and he crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at her. Some of her bravado left her and she straightened slowly and pulled the hem of her dress down. Sloan rather enjoyed the way she fidgeted on the spot, and couldn’t quite bring herself to look at him.