by Mari Carr
“Teach me?” she asked.
Harrison’s brows furrowed. “You’ve done this before. On me,” he reminded her with a slight smile. “You’re very good at it.”
“Luck and intuition. I’m lacking the proper equipment, so I don’t really know how to do it. I want to know more, Harry. Tell me what men want from a woman, so I can please you both.
Harrison didn’t move away. Instead, he nodded. “Tighten your grip. Men can take a lot more stimulation there than you think. You won’t hurt him.”
Alexis followed his directions and her efforts were rewarded when Michael groaned.
Through gritted teeth, Michael said, “I’m going to be sure to repay you for this, Harrison.”
Alexis laughed softly. Michael was losing control of the situation. And he didn’t want to like it so much.
“Now take him in your mouth, Lex. Just the head. Anticipation makes the reward greater in the end.”
She parted her lips and took Michael inside. His hands flew to her head when she added the slightest bit of suction to her touch.
Harrison leaned closer. “Don’t be afraid to use your tongue. Push it against that little spot just under the head. Run it along the slit. Take a taste of him.”
Alexis enjoyed the slightly salty flavor of Michael’s pre-come. Given the way he tightened his fingers in her hair, she could only assume Harrison’s lessons were spot on.
“Don’t forget to stroke him,” Harrison added.
She had been so focused on her tongue she’d stopped moving her hand along his flesh. She began once more, using both together to drive Michael closer to the brink.
Harrison placed a hand on her shoulder to halt her actions. “We need more room to work.” He gently pulled her away from Michael. “Take off your pants, Michael, and spread your legs apart.”
Considering Michael’s fairly dominant personality, Alexis was surprised by how quickly he moved to follow Harrison’s command. When he was seated on the bed once more, Alexis resumed her spot between his outstretched thighs.
She suckled and stroked him for a few moments more until Harrison picked up her free hand. “What do you say we put this guy to work too?”
She didn’t respond, didn’t want to offer Michael any reprieve. His breathing was labored, his face flushed.
Harrison flipped her hand palm up and placed it under Michael’s balls. Then he used his own grip to close her fingers around Michael. Neither man shied away from the close contact or the intimate touch. While Alexis doubted they’d ever take their sexual explorations—man to man—too far, she loved that they were so comfortable with each other that casual touches didn’t bother them.
Then Harrison tightened her fingers even more around Michael’s balls. Michael winced slightly, but Harrison didn’t slack off.
Alexis watched the silent communication between the men as Harrison continued to add pressure. Michael didn’t pull away, didn’t reject Harrison’s touch. The moment was steeped in heat, excitement, quiet anticipation.
“Suck harder,” Harrison whispered.
Alexis followed the command, her arousal growing under Harrison’s tutelage. Blowjobs had always been for the guy as Alexis had never cared for the act. Usually it was given in payback if the man went down on her or if it was the guy’s birthday. But this was different. There wasn’t one person giving as another received. Instead, it felt as if all three of them were benefiting, gaining. Alexis’s pussy tightened, anxious to be filled.
Harrison cupped the back of her head with his free hand, moving her as he issued the next command. “Now take him deeper. All the way in.”
He added more pressure, forcing her lower on Michael’s cock. It brushed the back of her throat and she started to retreat. Harrison stopped her, leaning until his lips touched her ear. “Swallow him, Lex. Just like you did me in the doctor’s lounge.”
Michael groaned at Harrison’s words. “God, Alexis. If you do that, I’m done for.”
Her lips curved at the end, her happiness fighting to come out in a full-fledged smile. She wanted to bring her cocky lover to his knees. Harrison was proving a worthy accomplice for that task.
She opened her throat and swallowed.
Michael jerked. She glanced up, pleased to see his pinched expression, his eyes closed tightly. He was still resisting, still seeking to regain control.
She withdrew slightly and then returned to swallow his head once more. As she did so, she tightened her grip on the base of his cock as Harrison helped her apply more pressure to Michael’s balls.
He was lost. Michael released a stream of curse words as his cock exploded, his come filling her mouth, sliding down her throat.
None of them moved for several minutes. Then Harrison was there, lifting her from the floor. He undressed her leisurely as Michael slowly roused and removed the rest of his clothing. Once Alexis and Michael were both naked, they crawled into bed and watched as Harrison shed his own clothes.
Michael gently kissed her cheek, around her ear, along the back of her neck. He seemed to know exactly where to find every erogenous zone on her body.
When Harrison joined them, she twisted slightly to kiss him. Michael stroked her stomach and her thigh as Harrison claimed her lips. He’d been patient since they’d entered the bedroom, but it looked like that restraint was gone now.
Harrison pushed her to her back, coming over her. Michael remained close, lying beside her. He didn’t seek to distance himself from them. Alexis was glad. Despite all the uncertainty, one thing was becoming very clear. She loved being shared by these men. Never in her dizziest daydreams could she have imagined how hot, how wonderful this could be.
She parted her legs and Harrison was there in an instant. She closed her eyes and released a long sigh as he pressed inside her. She’d been ready for this since entering his apartment.
Though they’d only been together a few times, she and Harrison found their rhythm quickly, their bodies already knowing the way. She wrapped her ankles around his waist, lifting her hips to meet him each time he thrust.
She glanced to her right when she felt a hand on her breast. Michael was there, watching. He had his head propped up with his elbow, while he used the other hand to drive her arousal higher. He cupped the sensitive flesh of her breast and then used two fingers to lightly pinch her nipple. As the pressure grew, she gyrated her hips faster.
Harrison read her unspoken request, going deeper. Giving her everything she needed and more. She came without warning, her orgasm smashing into her hard and fast. She cried out, but neither man acknowledged it.
Michael pinched her nipple harder as Harrison continued to thrust. It was excruciating, blinding…bliss. She wanted to curl in a ball and cry and she wanted to throw herself at them and demand more. Alexis had never felt so many contradicting emotions at once, and the beautiful agony of it drew her climax out so long she feared she would faint.
How could something be too much and yet not enough all at the same time?
Finally, her orgasm began to subside. Harrison slowed his pace at last, giving her a chance to catch her breath.
Michael leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
She turned her head, accepting his lips as he gave her a longer, deeper kiss. Meanwhile, Harrison continued to move inside her.
In that instant, an uncomfortable realization crashed on her head.
She couldn’t give them up. Not them, not this moment. None of it. After years of wandering around lost, for the first time in her life, she was exactly where she was meant to be.
Michael moved back to his original spot as Harrison increased the speed of his thrusts once more. The quick motions triggered and stimulated, drove her back to the brink of yet another orgasm.
Harrison was there this time…with her. He dropped to his elbows, their bodies connected from toe to head as he kissed her roughly, the hard touch giving him away. The shackles were open, restraint gone
.
Their climaxes fired together, both of them jerking against each other. Alexis was only vaguely aware of her nails piercing his back as she sought purchase and dug in for something to ground her. He winced and grunted, but he didn’t pull away. He pushed in deeper, once, then twice as he left every drop of come buried far inside her.
They didn’t move or seek to pull apart. Harrison’s forehead pressed against hers, their chests rising and falling rapidly as they struggled to catch their breath. The air in the room was humid and thick, as sticky as Georgia in August.
When Harrison pushed away and claimed her left side, Michael was there, gently caressing her sensitive skin, wiping away the trail of perspiration at her brow. He kissed her. “Rest, Alexis. Just for a little while. Then we’ll get a shower.”
She smiled sleepily. “Or a bath? All three of us.”
Harrison’s chuckle was half groan. “I think I may need Michael to steal me some of those little blue pills after all. Something tells me you’re going to be a hard woman to keep up with.”
She grinned as her eyes drifted closed. Michael wrapped one arm loosely around her waist and Harrison reached for her hand, grasping it tightly in his.
Yep. It was official. She was home.
God help her.
Chapter Eight
Harrison stood on the edge of the crowd and rubbed his eyes wearily. He’d run the gamut of emotions since Friday night and exhaustion was kicking his ass. He looked around at the mourners, recognizing the same faces he’d seen in this exact same spot only three weeks earlier when they’d laid Janet and Sylvia to rest.
The police had ruled Jonathan’s death suspicious—which Harrison took to mean they’d launch a cursory investigation and if they didn’t find anything after a few weeks, they’d chalk the death up to suicide.
That idea didn’t sit well with Harrison, but short of sharing too many details that would bring him and the Trinity Masters under suspicion, he had no choice but to remain quiet. He had Price and Gunner working to uncover what they could behind the scenes.
He’d spent the entire weekend in bed with Michael and Alexis. He hadn’t planned to let things go so far with them. Harrison had thought it would be easier to put them on their own path toward happily ever after while remaining apart.
So much for that.
Two weeks with them had only proven the future he’d always longed for would have been as perfect as he’d imagined. Walking away from them was going to be too fucking hard, but he had no choice. Time had run out for him long ago and now he was being forced to pay the piper.
He’d made no leeway in discovering the identity of the blackmailer. Harrison paused. No, the bastard wasn’t just a blackmailer. He needed to stop thinking of him as such. He was a murderer. He was responsible for the death of Sandra in Chicago and now Janet, Sylvia and Jonathan. The problem was Harrison had no proof. Hell, he didn’t even have any leads.
Tasha—looking every inch the part of a world-famous fashion model in a couture black coat and huge sunglasses—stepped next to Harrison, offering him a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry about Jonathan.”
Harrison gave her a brief nod. “It’s been a difficult few weeks.”
Tasha looked around the cemetery, her face pensive, distracted.
“Do you need to tell me something, Tasha?”
She looked intently at the casket, pretending to listen to the words of the minister. Then she spoke in a lowered voice. “Damon’s recognized someone. Someone who doesn’t seem to have any reason to be here.”
Harrison followed her lead, keeping his focus on the service. “Who?”
“There’s a young guy standing about twenty feet away from the crowd, under a tree at two o’clock.”
Harrison slowly slid his gaze over the mourners, taking his time to find the man. “I see him.”
“Do you know him?”
Harrison subtlety shook his head. “No.”
“Damon said he worked as an IT intern at the DA’s office in L.A. the summer before last. Ryan something. Damon can’t remember his last name.”
Harrison took his sunglasses from his pocket and slid them on so he could study Ryan at length without the man’s knowledge. “He’s very young. He can’t be much more than twenty.”
Tasha took a silk handkerchief from her purse and held it over her mouth to conceal the fact she was speaking. “He’s not. According to Damon, Ryan worked there the summer after he graduated high school. He landed the internship over a hundred other applicants. Apparently, he’s some sort of computer whiz, a genius as far as Damon is concerned. He said they offered Ryan a job at the end of the summer, but he turned it down, saying he’d gotten a full ride to some Ivy League school here on the east coast.”
“Maybe he did some work with Jonathan at the Corps of Engineers.”
Tasha lifted one shoulder slightly. “I don’t like coincidences. He worked at Damon’s office just before the blackmailing started. Now he’s standing off to the side at Jonathan’s funeral. If he is here as a mourner, why not join the crowd?”
Before Harrison could reply, Tasha’s cell buzzed softly. She reached into her pocket and pulled it out to glance at the screen. “Damon just texted his secretary to ask her if she remembers Ryan’s last name.”
“Good. Let me know when he hears back from her.” Harrison had an uneasy thought. “Does Damon wear his signet ring to work?”
Tasha gave up the pretense of following the memorial service. She looked at Harrison. “He wears it everywhere. Never takes it off.”
Harrison risked another peek in Ryan’s direction and found the young man staring directly at him. Harrison didn’t bother to glance away, and for a few moments the two of them simply looked their fill. The man’s face revealed very little. Nothing about it was familiar, nor did Ryan betray any emotion. It was as if he was a blank canvas—just eyes, nose, mouth—with nothing of substance revealed.
“Tasha. Have Damon ask around his office, see what his colleagues can recall about Ryan.”
Tasha nodded. “Do you want me to follow the kid?”
Harrison considered the dead woman in Chicago and Janet and Sylvia and Jonathan. While Tasha was lethal, a well-trained killer in her own right, Harrison refused to put her life in danger for something that was his fight. “No. Work with Damon. Find out as much as you can about Ryan. I’ll have Price follow him. Text me when you find out the man’s last name. Once we have that, we can start a serious investigation.”
“Okay.” Tasha left him and walked over to Marco and Damon. Marco wrapped his arm around his wife’s shoulder while Damon discreetly took her hand. Usually members of the Trinity Masters didn’t risk such displays in public, but the majority of the mourners were part of the society. And Harrison suspected the others at the service either wouldn’t notice or would think the men were simply trying to comfort her.
The young man under the tree turned to leave. Harrison longed to follow him, to confront the kid and ask him exactly who he was, but he had no proof, no reason to go after him. Harrison had been chasing this shadow for so long, it seemed as if he was seeing a villain in everyone these days.
Michael stood near the front, alone and stoic. Harrison’s chest ached as he saw the pain on his friend’s face. Michael and Jonathan had been good friends, golf buddies who’d frequently met at a gentleman’s club for scotch and cigars.
Mercifully, Alexis would be around to comfort Michael. While the three of them had spent the weekend wrapped up in each other’s arms, none of them had let the conversation drift into anything more complicated than what they should eat for breakfast or who was washing whose back in the shower.
He’d asked Alexis for a month, knowing that realistically he wouldn’t be around that long. Since returning to work on Monday, they’d all fallen into their same insane workaholic hours, not managing to synch up their schedules to see each other again.
However, Alexis had taken the afternoon off, promising to meet them at Harris
on’s apartment after the funeral. She knew they’d both need comfort.
The minister ended the service with a brief prayer and the mourners began to wander away, back to their vehicles, to real life. Harrison said goodbye to a few acquaintances until everyone was gone.
Michael still stood by the grave. Harrison walked over and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “You okay?”
Michael shrugged. “How did he get here? A couple of months ago, Jonathan was on top of the world. He had it all. I just don’t get it.”
“We’ll figure out what happened to him, Michael. If someone killed him, we’ll make sure they pay.”
“I want to see the note he left you.”
Harrison thought he’d dodged that bullet. Michael hadn’t mentioned the note all weekend. “There wasn’t anything of value in it. We know it was murder and it’s clear the killer forced him to write the note.”
“I knew Jonathan. We were friends. Maybe I can find something in it that you’ve overlooked.”
Harrison had considered that, had been very close to sharing the note with Michael Saturday morning when he’d snuck away from his sleeping lovers to read it. But there were too many other damning statements that proved it was Harrison, not the Trinity Masters, the killer was after. “I don’t have it with me. It’s at the apartment.”
Michael gave him an annoyed snort. “You know, lately I’ve gotten really good at listening to what you say. That wasn’t an answer. Are you going to let me read the letter or not?”
Harrison shook his head. “I can’t show it to you.”
Harrison expected Michael’s temper to flare, for him to pick a fight and yell. He didn’t. Instead, his expression turned to stone and he went quiet.
They stood in silence a few minutes more, than Michael turned and walked toward the car. Harrison fell in step next to him, hating the distance between them. Unfortunately, he couldn’t turn the tide.