Seduced: Den of Sin Boxed Set 1

by Mel Blue

  Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

  “What are you going to be doing during this little performance, Eve?” Remy asked. He laid his sweater over the chair back and eased his white undershirt over his head.

  “I’m going to pull up that chair…” She pointed to the upholstered damask chair near the window. “And I’m going to sit tight, possibly blushing myself to death.”

  “Not good enough. Come here.”

  “Why?”

  “Come here.” He pointed to the spot in front of his feet, and Eve stared at him.

  “Don’t give me that look.” He took off his shoes and nudged them toward the chair. “Come here.”

  Eve hadn’t noticed Brent coming up behind her, so she jumped a bit when he touched the small of her back.

  He pulled her hair back from her ear and whispered, “Best you go.” His little pat on the rear indicated she might be getting herself into more trouble than she was ready for if she didn’t, so she moved.

  She’d barely settled in place in front of Remy, when he reached for the hem of her sweater and tugged it over her breasts.

  “Wait. The plan wasn’t for me to—”

  The fabric covering her eyes blinded her, and she felt her jeans being unbuttoned. One hard tug, and her pants were past her knees.

  She felt like a trussed turkey until her sweater cleared her head and Brent worked one pant leg over her foot. Now she had some freedom, but what the hell were they thinking?

  “I don’t need to get naked to watch you two,” she said and crossed her legs at the ankles. She wasn’t certain she could handle what those lustful expressions forecasted.

  “This weekend isn’t about needs, Evie. It’s about desires,” Remy said. “And I desire for you to be naked. It’s a novelty for me. Certainly you understand.”

  Yeah, she knew a little something about novelty.

  Her panties joined the pile on the floor. Strong arms looped around her waist, pressing her backside against an aroused cock, and off her feet she went as she was carried to the bed, receiving a battery of kisses on her neck during the short trip.

  Brent set her in front of the bank of pillows. Then he bent over and twined his fingers through her hair before pulling her face to his.

  He conquered her lips in a tender, but thorough, kiss that made her nipples bead and thighs moisten with her anticipation. Just like he’d done during those New Year’s fireworks. He’d swept her off her feet and whispered, “Let’s start this year honest, huh?” and before she could part her lips to respond, his tongue was there, tasting of her juices and hard cider, and all she could do was melt against him.

  Honest, indeed.

  “I never did get a New Year’s kiss,” Remy said from behind Brent, and Brent chuckled against Eve’s lips.

  He pulled back and said, “Guess you didn’t. Who do you want it from?”

  “Whoever’s closer will do. I’m not picky. I’m a tramp that way.”

  Had they offended him again? Eve bent forward, caught a glimpse of his face, and rolled her eyes. His grin was bashful, and his posture was too relaxed.

  “Lucky for you, I shaved this morning,” Brent said. He eased away from Eve and pulled Remy in close, but unlike his handling with Eve, he wasn’t gentle. His movements were matter-of-fact, as if he were conveying, “You should be right here,” and Remy had no argument against it.

  Eve straightened up and held her breath as their masculine bodies closed in, lips touched, and cocks pressed between their bellies.

  Brent had several inches in height over Remy, and he just had that sort of presence that indicated he was the one in control, but he wouldn’t have that control if Remy wasn’t willing to give it

  Remy grazed his hands down Brent’s sides and slowly circled around his back, until he landed at the top of Brent’s muscular ass.

  Their kiss was seductive in a hypnotizing sort of way. Not two men fighting for dominance, but more like a tease of what was to come.

  Brent wasn’t tentative. He had Remy’s face between his hands, holding him just where he wanted him, tasting his lips until he had his fill.

  When the two men separated, which freed their hard cocks, Eve sat up on her knees, agape.

  Did she really have a front-row seat for this?

  Brent reached for a silver tube on the nearby nightstand and extended it to Eve. “Will you do the honors?”

  His other hand formed a fist over his cock, and he squeezed it down the shaft to the root, indicating her task.

  “Oh. Yes.” She uncapped the tube and poured the slippery jelly directly into her palm, warming it before gliding her palm over his head and down.

  “Now Remy.”

  “Hmm?”

  “Turn around, Remy.” After Brent gave him a gentle nudge to his shoulder, Remy turned his back to them.

  Eve turned to Brent for instruction. He grinned and said, “Go wild.”

  “Right. Wild.” She trailed her fingertips down Remy’s spine and paused at the cleft of his cheeks.

  He turned his head to assess her. “Touch me, Eve. I want you to. Please.”

  Tentatively, she dipped her fingers into the gap and skimmed downward. His body tensed against her when her fingertips grazed his hole. “Do you mind?” she whispered.

  “Not at all.”

  She applied more of the slippery jelly to her fingertips and massaged the valley between his cheeks where she paused to work her index finger into the tight hole.

  That made his breath seize.

  When she added her middle finger to the stretch, his shoulders drew back.

  “You’re acting like it’s your first time, Remy,” Brent said as he gently worked Remy’s hair elastic free.

  “It’s not the what, it’s the who,” Remy said.

  “Know that feeling.”

  Brent led Remy to the bed, and they both climbed on as they looked to Eve for reassurance.

  “What, you waiting for me to change my mind?” She went to sit in the armchair, where she curled her feet beneath her.

  “Bed’s big enough. Why don’t you come a little closer?” Brent asked.

  “Afraid you might need a referee?”

  “No. We’ll save the wild stuff for another day. Come on. How often do you think we’ll get the three of us in bed at once? When it happens, we’re not going to ease you into a comfortable corner.”

  “Eve, baby. Here.” Brent pointed to a spot in front of him and to his left.

  “Bossy.”

  “You like it.”

  “Took you long enough to figure it out.”

  She climbed onto the bed and Brent handed her the lube.

  Quickly, she reapplied the jelly to all the appropriate bits, this time not lingering.

  “Get on with it, boys.”

  “You can’t rush these sorts of things,” Remy said with a grin. But, he got up on hands and knees and looked back at Brent before nodding.

  Brent got up on his knees and pressed his big hands against Remy’s ass. Then he parted his cheeks. He worked his cock head to its target and moved one hand to his shaft to improve his angle as he pressed.

  His grunt came in synch with Remy’s groan as he inched in, paused, and pressed more. He slid his shaft into Remy until the only thing visible between his abdomen and Remy’s ass were his balls.

  He paused there, letting Remy get used to him, not stroking, but massaging Remy’s ass and giving Eve a speculative look.

  “Enjoying the show?”

  “Very much. Please continue.”

  Remy’s shoulders shook with quiet laughter. “That’s all you’re getting for free.”

  “What?”

  Brent wrapped his strong arms around Remy and pulled his torso up, so Remy’s back was against Brent’s front.

  Remy’s cock stood in salute, and Eve watched in thrall as he slowly pumped his fist from slick head down the shaft.

  Oh.

  “You sure about this?” she asked and tightened the
cap on the lube bottle she was holding.

  “Remy doesn’t mind being in the middle,” Brent said, punctuating his words with a little swivel of his hips.

  “Fuck,” Remy murmured, and his eyes rolled behind fluttering lids.

  Eve pressed her palms to the bedspread and crawled toward the head of the bed. “I don’t mind, either, I just…”

  “Just what?”

  She settled on her knees in front of Remy and shrugged. “I’m…not ready.”

  “We’re not going to push you, Evie. Turn around, love. Less weight on you that way.”

  She backed as close to Remy’s thighs as she could before spreading her knees so he could put his between hers.

  “Guess we’re about to find out if white boys can really keep a rhythm,” Brent said, Remy’s cock was at her entrance.

  He pushed into her with no warning, making her back arch up and toes curl against the bedspread.

  “Love how wet you always are,” he whispered.

  “Don’t get distracted,” Brent said, and he must have started moving, because Remy began working in and out of her, at first slowly with an erratic rhythm, but it gradually smoothed. His strokes became longer and more forceful as he and Brent found their groove.

  “Don’t come if she hasn’t,” Brent warned.

  Remy said, “If you think that’s so easy to manage, next time we’ll put you in the middle.”

  “Okay. We’ll make that happen…”

  He must have pounded Remy hard, because Remy growled and his grip on Eve’s waist tightened.

  “The very next night we’re all off work at the same time.”

  “That’s like a perverted form of blackmail. Did you know he was so…”

  His grip tightened again.

  “…calculating, Eve?”

  “No. I like it.”

  She put her cheek against the bedspread and angled her backside up as Remy planted his hands against the mattress on either side of her.

  He was thrusting faster now, grazing her g-spot with every burst and grinding his balls against her clit.

  “Keep clenching like that and this thing’ll be over when it’s barely started.”

  “Sorry,” she said, panting, but she did it again and again, involuntarily, every time his soft pubic hair abraded her over-stimulated sex.

  The pressure inside her increased, and her skin prickled as her brain processed all the sensations and wrapped itself around the concept that they weren’t two, but three, and she didn’t feel a bit of shame about it.

  If anything, she felt relieved.

  God, so relieved.

  And over she went, screaming into the mattress as Remy’s pace faltered and Brent groaned behind him.

  They fell onto the bed in a pile, and Remy carefully eased his spent dick out of Eve and rolled to her left, panting.

  Brent chuckled, and the mattress sank a bit. Then it sprang up before the sound of his heavy footsteps drummed across the hardwood floor.

  Eve opened her eyes to find Remy’s blue ones six inches from her face.

  They studied each other a long moment, and he spoke first. “Yeah, I’ll go home with you.”

  She brushed his hair back from his face. “You make yourself sound like a puppy at the animal shelter.”

  “Same difference.”

  Brent returned and eased the blankets down beneath Remy and Eve without dislodging them too much. He crawled onto the bed behind Eve and pulled the covers over the three of them. Then he pulled her backside against his soft cock and nuzzled his chin against her hair. His arm was looped over her waist, and Eve imagined it connected with Remy’s as well.

  “We need to work out some logistics,” Brent said.

  “I agree,” Remy said, his legs twined with Eve’s. “There are some unavoidable subjects we need to broach before boarding our planes.”

  “I know. Babies and taxes, right? Let’s hash it out…over dinner,” Eve said, her words broken by a yawn. “Nothing kills an afterglow worse than strategizing, and I’m confident we’ll work it out. Three heads are better than two, after all.”

  “I think two heads are about all you can handle.” Brent ground his half-mast erection against her rear in warning.

  She laughed and closed her eyes. “You knew what I meant. You’re really are a goof. A big, bossy goof, and I think I love you for it.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. I do.”

  Remy bobbed his foot against Eve’s leg.

  “You shouldn’t even have to ask, Remy.”

  EPILOGUE

  Brent had grown weary of his brake technician’s sidelong stares and finally called him into his shop office for a conference one late-winter afternoon.

  “What?” Brent asked the moment Ken shut the door.

  Ken shifted his weight and adjusted his baseball cap. “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “You go damn near catatonic every time I walk past you, and the condition seems to have started around January. I can’t afford for you to be distracted. We’re not exactly playing with Tonka trucks here.”

  “I know. I understand that. I won’t let it affect my work.”

  “What, exactly, is the it you’re referring to?”

  Ken jammed his hands into his coveralls’ pockets and shifted his weight again. “I’m not even sure how to ask or what to ask.”

  “Well, spit it out. I promised to take dinner home to Eve. Remy’s not going to be there in time to cook, and I want to do a little better for her than pouring soup out of a can, especially since I’m half to blame for her ongoing nausea. I’m leaving here in the next five minutes, if that’s okay with you.”

  “No no, that’s fine. I just…well, that’s the thing. Your home situation. I’m curious about it.”

  Brent pushed one eyebrow up as a warning. “Most people are.”

  “I guess I’m wondering how it works with the three instead of two. Seems like it would be complicated.”

  “Are you asking for personal reasons?”

  Quiet stretched for several moments before Ken nodded. “I didn’t know how to bring it up, but here goes. My partner and I have been together for almost ten years, and he’s great. Can’t imagine not being with him. Never loved anyone more, but…”

  “Something’s missing?”

  Ken nodded again.

  Brent studied his longtime employee, from the furrow of his brow to the hands clenched at his front. Nervous. Ken was never nervous. Brent also hadn’t guessed Ken was gay, especially given the way he’d made eyes at Eve.

  “Does your partner think something’s missing, too?” He gave the center drawer of his desk a gentle tug.

  “He pretends everything is okay.”

  “How do you know he’s pretending?”

  “Because when I walk through the door every night, he’s more curious about what’s going on in your house than ours. It’s become an obsession.”

  “An obsession? Why?”

  “Because he wants things I can’t give him, and you’ve found a way around those loopholes.”

  “I wasn’t exactly looking for one.”

  “But you found it, and it’s working, right?”

  Brent bobbed his shoulders. Yeah, it worked, but not without a lot of hard work. Ninety-five percent of the time, the exertion was worth the rewards. The other five percent he could chalk up to hunger, hormones, or horniness. He’d figured with two partners, he’d be immune to that last thing.

  Nope. Goddamned surgeons and their ridiculous schedules. They promised it’d all smooth out once Eve had some seniority. Who knew when that would be? Especially with her having to take extended leave in about seven months.

  “He wants what you have,” Ken said. “All of it.”

  “And you?” Brent scooped a linen business card out of the organizer and nudged the drawer closed.

  “I’m willing to go along for the ride. Maybe we’ll both find what we need.”

  Needs were a curious thing. Someti
mes a person didn’t know what they were until someone fulfilled them. Remy had been one of those things, and now Brent couldn’t imagine not having the other man’s partnership. He wasn’t just good for watching football games with. His mother liked him, too. Doted on the guy. Something about their shared love of fruitcake and milky coffee.

  “Here.” Brent slid the card across the desktop and stood. “If you’re serious about it, call that number and ask for Seraphina.”

  Ken picked up the card and squinted at the embossed script. “What is it? Some kind of therapist? I don’t think that’s what we need.”

  “No. Not a therapist.” Brent grabbed his jacket off the hook and shrugged into it while Ken turned the card over and over in his hands. “You call her. Tell her what you told me, and tell her I said to call. She’ll know what you need. Let me know if you require some days off, and you’ve got them.”

  He strode to the door and tossed his truck keys up then caught them.

  Ken called after him, “But, what is it?”

  “It’s where you go to meet your match. Just make sure that’s what you really want before you call, because you may end up getting yourself into trouble you don’t want to get out of.”

  “Oh.” Ken tucked the card into his pocket. “Beautiful trouble. Exactly what I need.”

  ABOUT HOLLEY TRENT

  Holley Trent is a Carolina girl gone west. Raised in rural coastal North Carolina, she has Southern sensibilities but her adventurous spirit drove her to Colorado for new experiences.

  Holley writes sassy contemporary romances threaded with oodles of conversational humor, and fantasy/paranormal romances set in her home state.

  Her protagonists regularly fall victim to her odd sense of humor and find themselves in improbable situations (with happily-every-after outcomes). Holley’s cast of characters tends to swear, drink and do a fair amount of carousing, but they’re generally well intentioned and obey all laws and ordinances. Usually.

  She’s a member of Romance Writers of America as well as Colorado Romance Writers and CIM-RWA: the Cultural Interracial and Multicultural special interest RWA chapter.