The computer geek grinned. “Maybe not now, but later? Do you have any clue how bad I want to fuck you?”
Miles’s asshole clenched. Was it from anticipation or anxiety? From the pounding in his chest, he had to admit anticipation probably outpaced nerves. “Yeah, I think I do. Water’s boiling.”
Saved by the damn spaghetti.
Slipping out of Barrett’s grasp, Miles aimed for the living room, where they’d set up the poker table to eat a civilized meal. Four place settings waited for them, a fancy tablecloth covering the felt tabletop and a cloth napkin at each place. After a slight adjustment to the flowers in the centerpiece, he struck a match to light the candles. Flame leapt up from the wicks, bathing the wineglasses in a golden glow.
The apartment door clicked open, and Winston let out a breathy exhale as he entered the room. “Everything ready?”
Miles nodded. “Almost.”
Pulling a bottle of champagne from behind his back, Winston grinned. “Positive thinking.”
Hopefully, the celebratory bubbly wouldn’t jinx their plan.
“Rory’s probably about done changing clothes. You better put that in the refrigerator before she comes out and sees it.”
Winston sauntered into the kitchen, drawing Miles’s gaze to his khaki-clad butt and strong thighs. Why couldn’t they skip dinner and go straight to bed?
Because Rory needs to know this foursome isn’t only about sex.
“What’s with the frown?” Rory’s murmur behind him made his pulse jump. She snaked her arms around him, leaning against his back as she palmed his zipper. “I bet I know how to cheer you up.”
Covering her hands with his, he linked their fingers. “I have an important decision to make.”
“Anything the guys and I can help with?”
The warmth of her skin and her offer to listen confirmed what his heart had been telling him since Saturday night. “You just did.”
Winston strode into the living room carrying the bottle of cabernet Miles had gotten from the local winery on his lunch hour and a basket of bread. Barrett followed close behind with a large serving bowl.
Guiding Rory around him, Miles led her to the nearest chair. “Looks like we’re ready to eat.”
She sat, spreading her napkin on her lap. He might’ve missed the fidgeting with the edge of the cloth if he hadn’t been watching her. “Wow, this is really nice. What’s the occasion?”
Barrett took the seat to her left while Winston poured the wine. When he finally settled into the seat across the table from her, Barrett slid the dish of pasta a little closer to Rory. “We want to talk to you about something after we eat. Ladies first.”
Her smile faded a bit, and her shoulders slumped ever so slightly. She scooped about half a serving onto her plate and then returned the utensils to the bowl. “Oh. Okay. Thanks.”
She waited until the spaghetti and bread had been passed to each of them before she took a bite. “Kudos to the cook.”
With his fork twirled full with long strands, Barrett winked at her. “Thanks.”
Her wine disappeared with most of her dinner still uneaten. Every movement seemed stilted, and her silence worried Miles. What if she wasn’t ready for what they had in mind? Were they moving too quickly?
Winston stood to refill her glass. “Are you feeling okay, Rory? You’re awfully quiet tonight, and you haven’t eaten enough to keep a bird alive.”
What looked like a fake yawn accompanied her shrug. “Tired, I guess.”
Was that a hint that she’d prefer a night to herself? They’d spent almost every free minute together over the last three days and nights, and it had been heaven.
As soon as her glass was full, she downed another swallow. Wineglass in hand, she pushed her chair back from the table. “Look, I know what you want to talk about, and the answer is no.”
Miles’s stomach dropped to the floor, the food in his mouth losing all its flavor. How could she know? The plan had been laid out while she was downstairs in her office, so she couldn’t have overheard the discussion. He waited for her to give them a reason, but she drank more of the cabernet and crossed her arms in front of her.
Finally, she set down the glass. “I can’t believe the three of you contacted Mrs. Hartwell behind my back. If you wanted to sell out, the least you could’ve done was tell me instead of letting me hear it from your listing agent. Well, I’m not selling, and neither are you.”
What the hell?
Ah, shit.
Her accusation reminded Miles of his initial reaction to Barrett’s announcement that he intended to pursue her and Winston’s strange behavior after the poker party. He hadn’t given the idea of selling another thought until he’d walked in on Win and Barrett. Since Saturday, it hadn’t entered his mind. He should’ve e-mailed the real estate agent to tell her he was keeping the apartment and office.
Barrett pushed up from his seat. “Rory, I only considered it because Winston and Miles warned me not to even think about dating you the night of the poker game. Moving out seemed like a better option than having them try to sabotage my attempt to have a relationship with you. Everything’s changed now. I don’t want to sell, and I’m not taking no for an answer from you.”
“If you don’t want to sell, why would you expect me to?” Her eyebrows sank into a vee. Then she blinked and pursed her lips. “Unless the three of you…”
Unable to follow the confusing line of the conversation, Miles stood and motioned for Winston to join him. “Rory, are you sure you know what we wanted to talk about? Because I don’t think you do. Will you sit with us on the couch?”
She hesitated as if debating telling him she’d rather stand, and then she marched to the couch, plopping down and crossing her arms under her breasts. “Fine, talk.”
Win dropped down next to her, and Miles gestured for Barrett to take the other side. Settling on the coffee table, Miles rested a foot on either side of hers. Although her posture suggested irritation, her eyes were bright with unshed tears. Those tears had to mean she wanted more than only kinky sex, didn’t they?
Placing a hand on her knee, Miles waited for her to meet his gaze. “Yes, we each thought about selling, but circumstances have changed. Our plan is to remodel the four apartments into a place for the four of us. A master bedroom. A couple spare bedrooms. A big kitchen and dining room. Sleeping with you every night isn’t the same as living with you. Our clothes are still in our own apartments, and we leave every morning to get ready for work when we should be sharing breakfast with you. We want a committed relationship, Rory.”
A lone tear trickled down her cheek, and she brushed it away. “I don’t have to tie you to the bed to keep you from moving out?”
Winston held his wrists up as if ready to be shackled. “It couldn’t hurt. Actually, it sounds like a really good idea. Do you have any handcuffs or silk scarves in your stash of goodies?”
Chapter 11
A giggle bubbled up from Rory’s throat, as much from relief and elation as Winston’s uninhibited sense of humor—except he looked completely serious. “I might have something useful.”
He scrambled to his feet, grabbing her hand. “We can finish eating later.”
Barrett reached across her to grasp Winston’s arm. “We’re not going anywhere until she gives us an answer. I realize this is happening really fast, but we’re crazy about you, Rory. Will you help us redesign the second floor so we can live together?”
Almost everything about their relationship had changed overnight. The most important part had stayed the same, though.
They treat me with respect, and I trust them.
Only one aspect held her back.
She glanced between Miles and Barrett, unable to keep from wondering if they’d ever care for one another the way she cared for both of them. Pushing Miles into connecting with Barrett could backfire, but could she take the chance that they might never fall in love?
The attraction was there, and a little patienc
e and some nurturing would go a long way to helping them grow closer. Besides, hadn’t she decided to put her foot down if they admitted they wanted to sell?
“No” wasn’t a possibility.
Leaning in, she kissed Barrett, then Winston, and finally Miles. “We’re going to need at least two master baths and four huge closets.”
Winston lifted her onto his lap. “A small closet will do for me. I don’t plan on wearing any clothes at home.”
She snorted a laugh, his comment summing up his easygoing attitude. “Works for me.”
Her other two men stood, Barrett leading the way to the bedroom. “Good thing he looks great naked.”
“You all do.” Hooking her arms around Winston’s neck, she nibbled his ear. “How did I get so lucky?”
“We’re the lucky ones.” He cradled her as he stood, his long stride helping them catch up to Miles and Barrett at the bedroom doorway. “I call caboose!”
Miles froze with his shirt up around his chest, and the urge to groan at Winston’s train reference was almost too strong for Rory to suppress. She hadn’t figured on Winston giving Miles a not-so-subtle nudge.
Pulling the polo over his head and tossing it on the floor, Miles started unfastening his jeans. “I call pussy. Looks like Barrett’s between me and Win.”
Winston set her down on the bed, her heart about ready to pound out of her chest. How could she encourage Miles without making a big deal of his suggestion? “I can’t wait to have you inside me.”
The predatory look Barrett gave Miles caused a contraction in her uterus. “And I can’t wait to be inside him. He has the most perfect male butt I’ve ever seen.”
A hint of a smile assured Rory that Miles was really okay with taking his relationship with Barrett to the next level. Love for her guys warmed her heart.
Pushing his jeans and boxer briefs past his hips, Miles raised his eyebrows. “I’ve never seen a dick quite like yours.”
Barrett followed Miles’s lead by kicking off his pants, his erection jutting out and slightly to the left. “What kind of lube do you want?”
“You pick.”
Her gaze flicked to Miles, and his lusty expression told her all she needed to know about his desire to be in the middle. That he wanted to build a stronger connection with Barrett for the benefit of the foursome was clear. No matter his uneasiness, he was trying to ensure the success of their relationship. Damn, but she loved him for being that generous.
With two of her three men stripped bare, Rory focused on shimmying out of her clothes. Soon, she and Winston had every bit as much skin showing.
He crawled onto the bed, his palm cupping her jaw and his tongue diving into her mouth as he lay next to her. Distracted from the interaction between her other two lovers, she warred with Winston over control of the kiss. His token effort reinforced her thoughts that he preferred letting her, Miles, and Barrett rule during their lovemaking.
My sweet, gentle Winston.
His willingness to play that role fed her hunger. He tasted wonderful, and she explored his mouth to help satisfy her craving. Thumbs feathered across her sensitive nipples, triggering a rush of moisture to her cunt.
Easing back, she withdrew her tongue to give him a light kiss on the lips. “How are you going to be the caboose with your wrists tied together?”
“We’ll tie him to the bed later.” Barrett squeezed a generous glob of lube onto his palm and then rubbed it on his cock. “Right now, he’s going to have to settle for fucking me.”
Catching the tube of K-Y that Barrett tossed to him, Winston rolled his eyes. “How the hell is that settling?”
Miles stalked up from the foot of the bed, spreading her thighs as he covered her body. His breath tickled her neck. “Nobody’s settling. Get lubed, Win. What are we using for restraints, Rory?”
Guiding his face to hers, she kissed him long and slow, her train of thought trying to derail from his sensual sparring. “I have some, um, Velcro straps in the, uh, second drawer of the nightstand.”
Barrett tugged open the drawer, withdrawing the entire package of twelve straps. He grinned when he dropped them on the bed. “Looks like there’s enough for more than just Winston. How about you, Rory? Are you into bondage?”
Another rush of wetness flooded her pussy, and she raised her arms to grasp the corner spindle of her four-poster bedframe. “I’m willing to try anything at least once.”
“Anything?” His eyebrows rose as he opened the net pouch. He pulled out a single length, fitting it to her wrist before threading it around the post to her other arm. “Wrap your legs around Miles’s waist so I can bind your ankles, too.”
She lifted her feet, running her arches along the pair of muscular calves and thighs positioned between her legs. The bindings on her wrists gave her plenty of leverage to wiggle against the erection teasing her opening. “I’m wet and ready for you, Miles. Do you mind if we skip foreplay this time?”
He rocked toward her, the rounded head of his dick gliding through her slit, sending anticipation skittering to her inner muscles. “Whatever you want, Rory. Thinking about you is all the foreplay I need.”
When his cock bumped over her clit, her body arched of its own accord, and he slipped deep inside her cunt. The connection fanned the flames already coursing through her, but she needed to experience the affection shared by them all. “Then let’s go, guys. I want to be fucked fast and hard.”
Winston gave Barrett a light smack on the ass. “You’re next. All aboard.”
Fastening the straps on her ankles, Barrett grinned. He held up another pair of bands. “Actually, you need to get into position next so I can tie you to the bed. Put your back against the post diagonally across from Rory.”
Winston wasted no time lining himself up not far beyond Miles. Rory had to crane her neck to see around her raised legs as Barrett guided Winston’s hands behind him. After several seconds, Barrett encircled his captive’s balls with the second strap, threading it between Winston’s impressive thighs—presumably to attach the end to the post. The man was leashed in place, but he wasn’t in the doghouse. He was in heaven, if his glazed gray eyes were any indication.
Climbing in the middle of Miles and Winston, Barrett blew her a kiss and then ran his hand along Miles’s hip. “If you want me to stop, say the word. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”
“I want you to fuck my ass.” The husky words were barely out of his mouth before Miles twisted around to reel Barrett in for a quick, rough kiss. “Put that amazing cock inside me.”
Barrett nodded.
The thick shaft filling Rory’s pussy pushed deeper still, and she could only assume Barrett had driven himself into Miles in a single thrust. They both groaned with her.
A gusty breath feathered along her neck as Miles exhaled. “Damn, Cunningham. No wonder Rory and Win love being fucked by you. Hook up that caboose. This train’s about to leave the station.”
Although she couldn’t see Winston enter Barrett, her men closed their eyes for a long moment before they began to move. The rhythm they set convinced her more than ever that they belonged together—all four of them. Every forward lunge caressed her G-spot, and the look in Miles’s eyes set her heart beating faster. She freed her voice, the ecstatic cries rising in her ears as her orgasm raced closer.
Miles stiffened above her, his thick cock swelling and then shooting wet heat inside her. His sudden shout surprised her. “God, I love you, Rory!”
The admission released the last of her control, hurling her over the edge into bliss. As much as she wanted to return his sentiment, she couldn’t speak past the lump or the screams in her raw throat.
More male voices echoed off the walls, signaling Barrett’s and Winston’s own discovery of the ultimate sexual pleasure.
Barrett disengaged first, and he tumbled onto the blankets next to her, panting from the exertion. His warm smile revealed satisfaction. “Infatuation before. Not anymore. I love you so much, Rory Bond.�
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A tear escaped, and she fought to respond without success.
Reaching behind him, Miles touched her foot. The audible rip of Velcro accompanied the loosening of the strap on her ankle. He withdrew from her, turning toward Winston.
In under a minute, Winston was free of his bonds. He flopped down on the mattress opposite Barrett. “I love you too, sweetheart. Just like I love Miles. And I’m damn close to being in love with the high school nerd over there. He’s too hot to resist.”
Miles straddled her waist, unfastening her hands from the corner post. “I have to agree. I can see myself falling for Barrett the same way I did Win. We’ll get there.”
His unexpected and confident-sounding confession gave Rory the courage to admit her head-over-heels feelings. “I’m crazy in love with you guys, and I’ve found my happily ever after, even if it is a little unconventional.”
Rolling off the side, Winston stood and stretched. “I’ll contact a couple architects in the morning. Right now, I’m going to clean up and serve you supper in bed.”
Barrett joined him. “I’ll help. How about another glass of wine, Mrs. Cunningham-Parrish-DeLong?”
Her lips curved upward of their own accord at his teasing. “Too bad we don’t have some champagne to celebrate.”
Brushing a strand of hair from her cheek, Winston smirked. “Ah, but we do.”
She snuggled up to Miles when he crawled into Barrett’s vacated spot. “How did you know I’d say yes to the remodel?”
“I’m an optimist. Besides, you wouldn’t have had casual sex with us. You’re a romantic at heart.” Winston winked at her as he unhooked the strap from his balls.
Gathering the bindings, Barrett tugged open the nightstand drawer. “Oops, wrong drawer.”
He pulled out the dolls she’d brought upstairs from her office earlier. The representations of her and her lovers clung to each other by their moss hands, though he grasped only the big-breasted one by the waist. How had they gotten stuck?
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