Illicit

by Opal Carew

It was true. Connor really wanted the two of them to move in with Erik, and Travis wanted that, too. The three of them had a solid relationship and Travis wanted them all to be together as much as Connor and Erik did. He just wished it had been somewhere he could afford. It was important to him to pull his own weight. He’d been living on his own since he was seventeen and he’d never relied on anyone. Financially, anyway. Since he’d moved in with Connor several years ago, he had learned to rely on Connor for emotional support. And for sex, of course. Erik came along later, but the three of them had forged a strong, intimate relationship together.

  “Listen, when we get upstairs, let’s go for a quick swim before Lindsay arrives,” Connor suggested.

  Travis’ stomach knotted, despite the thought of a nice swim in the heated pool. He was looking forward to a wild weekend sharing a sexy woman with his two friends, but it was the first time they’d had a woman to a place they all shared. It would be a little strange, especially since he still didn’t feel quite settled.

  “She’ll be here soon, so we don’t really have time.”

  The elevator arrived at the rooftop apartment and the doors opened.

  * * *

  At a noise in the other room, Lindsay turned her head. She walked toward the door, straining to hear. It sounded like the elevator doors opening. Well, now that Jill had arrived, she could find out what was going on.

  “It looks like our guest is here,” someone said in the other room, but it was a man’s voice.

  An unfamiliar voice. Lindsay stiffened. Why had Jill invited a man?

  “How do you know?” another man said.

  “Right there. Unless Erik’s taken to cross-dressing, those aren’t his shoes and purse.”

  Someone chuckled. “Erik texted me to say he’d be late, so they’re definitely not his.”

  “So he wasn’t here when she arrived? Let’s go find her.”

  Panic rose in Lindsay. Oh, God, the invitation had been the real deal. She’d been invited to come and party—sexually—with three men. Three strange men.

  Two

  Lindsay’s heart thundered in her chest. They were coming to find her.

  She pushed the door closed very quietly, then stared at it, wondering what to do next.

  Was this Jill’s doing? Had she gone ahead and set up this fantasy weekend? Lindsay couldn’t believe Jill would do that, but there was no other reasonable explanation.

  These guys believed she’d come here to live out her sexual fantasy with them.

  Her head started to spin and she drew in a deep breath.

  How could she possibly get out of here without coming face-to-face with them?

  They think I’m here to have sex with them. Her cheeks burned.

  She sucked in another breath. Calm down.

  Once she explained it was all a mistake, that she didn’t want to be here … well, it would be embarrassing, but she just had to tell them. Then she’d leave.

  She pressed her ear to the door. She couldn’t hear any footsteps, but with the lovely plush carpet, she wouldn’t.

  “It looks like she’s in the bedroom.”

  She jumped at the voice outside the door.

  “Should we knock?” the other man asked.

  “No, she might be having a nap. Or changing. She’ll come out when she’s ready.” His voice seemed to be moving away. “For now, let’s just go for a swim.”

  She sucked in a breath of air, relieved at her reprieve, then she glanced at the window. Oh, man, they’d be walking right by that window. They’d be able to see her in here.

  She raced to the window, noticing the wooden horizontal blinds stacked closed at the top, and grabbed the string on the right, then released the catch. The blinds swept down over the open window, the horizontal slats at an angle to let light in. She saw two men walk toward the pool only a couple of yards from the window. It was too late to close the blinds all the way without being noticed. Could they see her?

  But the angle of the slats provided only a small opening between each. She could see out, but they’d need to peer straight in to see her.

  She crouched down and watched them. They were tall and muscular, just like the men on the elevator. She had been so self-conscious about tripping into Mr. X, she had barely gotten a glimpse of their faces, but she was pretty sure this was Connor and Travis.

  They hadn’t even gone to change first. They both wore jeans and T-shirts. And, good heavens, they were absolutely gorgeous. Both were tall and broad-shouldered. One had long, dark hair hanging below his muscular shoulders. His eyes were dark brown, his nose slender and his lips full. She couldn’t help imagining those lips pressed to hers, his arms around her. The other had short, layered, dark blond hair with spiky bangs and a strong, masculine jaw. His smile was wide, showing straight, white teeth.

  The one on the left peeled off his shirt and tossed it aside. His chest was broad and sculpted. He unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the deck, then stepped out of them, wearing only bright yellow boxers with a happy face. He tucked his thumbs under the waistband.

  “Really, Connor? You’re going to strip naked? Don’t you think that would make our guest uncomfortable?”

  Connor shrugged. “She’s probably sleeping. But even if she isn’t”—he tugged down his boxers and Lindsay’s eyes widened at the size of his cock—“why not give her a preview of what to expect?”

  The other man chuckled. “Yeah? With that big column, you might just frighten her away.”

  “Really?” Connor wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it. “You and Erik have never found it particularly frightening.”

  “As generous as your proportions are, Erik has you beat. And me?” Travis shrugged. “What can I say? I like big cock.”

  My God, if this Erik guy had a bigger penis than that … A part of her would love to stick around just to see it.

  Connor glanced at her window and she ducked, her heart pounding, though more from the effect of seeing his big cock and the sudden longing to wrap her hand around it, just as his was, than from fear of being seen.

  “Show me, Travis.” Connor’s cock had started to swell.

  The other man—Travis—walked toward him, shedding his T-shirt, then jeans as he approached, revealing a sexy, tanned frame, just as muscle-bound as the man named Connor. He did not remove his pinstriped navy boxers, though, leaving Lindsay a little disappointed.

  He grabbed one of the patio chairs beside Connor and pulled it in front of him, then sat down.

  “I’m going to suck that big cock of yours, just like the little lady in the other room will do when we’re all together.” Travis wrapped his hand around Connor’s rigid shaft and stroked. “Her pretty little lips will wrap around your hard cock and she’ll glide it into her mouth.”

  “God, yeah. Now stop talking and suck some cock.” Connor wrapped his hand around Travis’ head and drew him to his crotch.

  Travis chuckled, then rested his head against Connor’s pelvis and licked his shaven balls. He stroked the big cock, then drew back and pressed the cock-head to his mouth. Connor groaned as Travis hesitated, the mushroom-shaped flesh pressed against his lips. Travis chuckled again, then opened and swallowed the other man into his mouth.

  “God damn, that feels good,” Connor said.

  He grabbed Travis’ head again and pulled him forward. The long shaft disappeared into Travis’ mouth as he glided forward until he pressed tight to Connor’s crotch.

  Lindsay couldn’t believe Travis had taken him so deep. How did he do that without gagging?

  Connor groaned and murmured as Travis bobbed up and down on his cock, swallowing it deep inside each time, his hands cupping Connor’s hard, muscular buttocks. Then Connor stiffened and groaned loudly, his face contorting as he came to climax.

  Lindsay’s breasts swelled and her insides ached with need. As she watched the flaccid cock slip from Travis’ lips, she wished it was still hard and that she had the guts to march out there right now an
d climb aboard.

  Connor grabbed Travis and pulled him to his feet, then kissed him. Hot and hard. Their masculine mouths consumed each other. Connor’s hands glided down Travis’ back, circling the muscles, then he cupped the man’s hard, boxer-clad butt and squeezed.

  Connor grabbed the hem and pushed the boxers down. As much as Travis had let on that his cock didn’t match Connor’s in size, that was anything but the truth. The guy was just as long, if not quite as thick.

  “You just don’t want to skinny-dip alone,” Travis said as he kicked his boxers aside.

  “Screw that. I just want to suck you off. Now lie down on the diving board, legs spread.”

  Lindsay’s breath caught. Would he talk to her that way? Coarse and demanding. Directing her to do things—sexual things—for his pleasure?

  Travis walked to the diving board and lay back on it, his legs wide open straddling the board, his knees bent and his feet flat on the stone deck that surrounded the pool. His head was toward the water. Connor sat on the other end of the board, near Travis’ knees, then he grasped Travis’ cock and squeezed, then stroked.

  Lindsay could imagine that big, hard cock in her hand as she stroked it up and down. Connor leaned forward and licked the cock, then he dove down on it with gusto.

  As she watched his mouth bounce up and down on the long, hard erection, her insides thrumming with need, she realized she was wasting valuable time. Because with the two of them out there, totally preoccupied, she could make a dash for the door without being discovered.

  No confrontation. No awkwardness.

  She dragged her attention from the extremely arousing scene outside and sauntered across the room, then pressed her ear to the door and listened. When she didn’t hear anything, she opened it slowly, peering out to ensure no one was waiting in the hallway. When she saw the coast was clear, she pulled the door open all the way and tiptoed into the hallway. She peered around the corner into the large sitting area facing the window. No sign of the two men outside.

  She walked faster, heading toward the elevator, then froze as she noticed a humming sound. Oh, God, the elevator. The doors parted and her jaw fell open as a drop-dead gorgeous man in police uniform stepped out.

  His gaze locked on her and her heart stopped. His eyes were so blue. The color of the sky at twilight. And she couldn’t help noticing his strong, square jaw, his classic nose, high cheekbones … and his sexy lips.

  And the glinting badge on his shirt.

  * * *

  Erik hadn’t realized just how beautiful she was, with her full, pink lips, bright blue-gray eyes, and shimmering golden hair that flowed well past her shoulders.

  “Oh, um … hello, Officer,” she said.

  “Hi. Is there something wrong?” The woman was clearly flustered. And he sensed slightly aroused.

  “Um … No, not really, I was just on my way out.”

  Why would she come all the way here, then leave?

  Then again, women weren’t always rational. He’d learned that the hard way. In the half dozen or so serious relationships he’d had, they’d all ended with the woman walking out. Why? Because he knew them too well. He satisfied them too well. They didn’t want someone who could read them as well as he could. In his book, that was not rational.

  “I thought you came for the weekend,” he said.

  Her eyes widened. “Oh, my God. You’re the third man.”

  “That’s right.” He smiled reassuringly, wondering if his uniform was intimidating her.

  “Look, there’s been a bit of a mistake—”

  At the sound of Travis and Connor’s voices behind her, she spun around. At the sight of the two men walking into the room—Travis with a towel wrapped around his waist and Connor with his towel draped over his shoulder, leaving him essentially naked—her face blossomed with color. Their broad shoulders and glistening, muscular chests were a sight to see, but her gaze dropped to Connor’s big, dangling penis. Then shot away.

  Had they started without him? Whatever had happened between them had clearly scared her off.

  “Well, here’s our lovely guest, and it seems she’s met Erik,” Connor said.

  Travis jabbed Connor in the ribs. “Uh, Connor, you’re making her uncomfortable.”

  “Oh, sorry.” Connor grinned as he tugged the towel from his shoulder, then wrapped it around his waist. He pushed his dark, blond hair from his face, then stepped toward her and held out his hand. “Hi, there. My name’s Connor Jackson.”

  “Haven’t you already met?” Erik asked.

  “No, Lindsay was in her room when we arrived,” Travis said, “so we went out for a swim.”

  Three

  Lindsay stared at Connor’s outstretched arm and hesitantly placed her hand in his. His big, strong fingers enveloped hers as he shook her hand gently, then squeezed. Her gaze shifted to his, and locked onto his hazel eyes, glittering with golden specks. Heat coursed through her as she remembered him holding his big cock in his hand, then later wrapping it around the other man’s. He smiled, as if he knew what she was thinking, and that she’d been watching them.

  Finally, he released her hand and the other man stepped toward her, his hand outstretched.

  “Travis Blake,” he said as she placed her hand in his. His full lips pulled up in a warm, welcoming smile. He shook her hand, his chocolate brown eyes simmering with heat.

  “I haven’t introduced myself yet,” the police officer said, stepping toward her. “My name’s Erik Hamilton.”

  “Hi, I’m Lindsay.”

  When she took Erik’s hand, a wave of heat washed through her, and she imagined his arms sweeping around her, pulling her tight to his hard, muscular body while his mouth devoured hers.

  She could see her need mirrored in his mesmerizing, deep blue eyes and she could feel herself being drawn deeper into the fantasy, longing for more. Wanting him to pull her into his arms in real life, to kiss the bejesus out of her, then start to explore her body with that sexy mouth of his.

  When he released her hand, she just stared at him, slightly rattled at his effect on her.

  “Lindsay was just telling me there’s been some kind of mistake.”

  “Oh? Did you see us out by the pool?” Travis asked, his eyes narrowing.

  * * *

  Oh, damn. Erik felt a pang in his gut.

  Lindsay nodded and the warmth dissipated from Travis’ eyes.

  Now the pieces fell into place. Lindsay had been in her room when the guys arrived, so they went out for a swim. But it wasn’t just a swim. Now Travis believed that Lindsay had been repulsed by the sight of two men having sex.

  “I’m going to change,” Travis said flatly and strode away.

  Connor and Erik exchanged a glance. Connor had figured it out, too. Erik wasn’t convinced that Lindsay had a problem with the guys being intimate, but Travis had a chip on his shoulder about these things.

  Connor turned his attention back to Lindsay. “Are you having second thoughts?”

  “No, not second thoughts.” She dragged her gaze from Travis’ retreating back, looking a bit perplexed. “I thought the invitation was actually from my friend. A joke invitation to a girls’ weekend.”

  “Well, that’s unfortunate,” Connor said.

  “So you never intended to accept the invitation?” Erik asked.

  “No. I mean … I don’t know any of you and … well, it’s kind of wild, the idea of me coming here to … um … be with three men.”

  So he was right. Her leaving had nothing to do with seeing Connor and Travis together. In fact, Erik suspected that the sight of them together had actually turned her on. That would explain the arousal he’d sensed in her when he arrived.

  Right from the first time he’d seen her in the elevator, he could tell she was a sensuous woman who had an active and exciting imagination. It had been a wild ride up that day, with sexual fantasies swirling through his head. His cock had hardened and he’d been tempted to stop the elevator when the las
t set of people got off and offer to satiate her need. With all three of them.

  Of course, doing that would have been crazy, but he was sure she had been as mesmerized as he. And even now, he sensed that she was definitely curious. Maybe she just needed a little coaxing.

  “I understand that this situation is a bit overwhelming,” he said, “but you came all the way here. Why don’t you stay for a swim and maybe talk a little? Get to know us. Then if you still want to leave, I’ll drive you home.”

  “I don’t have a bathing suit with me. And I don’t want to mislead you. I am not going to stay for a … uh … fantasy weekend. My friend Jill set this up, right? Because I don’t know what she told you, or what she was thinking to arrange this in the first place. But I think there’s been a really big misunderstanding.”

  “We get that the whole sexual fantasy thing is off the table,” Connor said, “but I have a suggestion. Why don’t you and Erik go out for the evening? You can talk and get to know each other. I sense there’s some smoking hot chemistry between you. If there is, maybe you’ll want to explore it a little more. If not, then all you’ve lost is a few hours of your time.”

  And that would give Connor some time to talk to Travis and calm him down.

  “That’s a great idea,” Erik said, stepping toward her. “What do you say?”

  The heat of her soft, feminine body drew him like a warm magnet, and he sensed he was having the same effect on her.

  She gazed at him, and he could tell she was more than a little tempted, but still she hesitated.

  “He’s a cop, so you know you can trust him,” Connor chimed in. “And you’ve got to admit, that uniform’s hot.”

  * * *

  The closeness of his body, especially in the uniform, was definitely making Lindsay hot. There was no denying that the whole situation was completely crazy, but her gut told her to live on the wild side just this once.

  “I know a great little place just a few blocks from here,” Erik said. “We could walk. Then afterward, I’ll drive you home.”

  He was the hottest guy she’d ever seen and he was asking her on a date. You don’t know him, the voice of reason said. Don’t you want to change that? another more adventurous voice chimed in.