by Carew, Opal
“Because I like him so much.”
He shook his head. “You’re not making much sense.”
“If I went out with him, we’d eventually break up. When that happened, our friendship would end, too.”
“Why are you so sure you’d break up?”
She sighed. “Because every time I go out with a nice guy like him, it ends. I’m tired of failed relationships and I’ve heard that people tend to fall for the same type of person over and over again, repeating a failing pattern.”
“Do I fit in that ‘nice guy’ category?”
She smiled. “You’re better than nice. You’re hot and sexy.”
“Does that mean you think our relationship might last?”
She’d expected him to laugh and maybe tease her, but his tone was serious, and when she gazed into his olive green eyes, she saw a curious vulnerability.
She wrapped her hand around his raspy jaw and kissed him. “I think we’ve got a fighting chance,” she said, thinking maybe there was a happily-ever-after in her future after all.
* * *
Marie knocked on Ty’s door. A few moments later, he opened it and peered out at her … without his usual welcoming smile.
“Hi.” She felt a bit nervous. But maybe that look on his face was just because he’d had a bad day. “May I come in?”
“Sure.” He opened the door and stepped aside to let her in.
She followed him to the kitchen and they sat at the table, which had always been their favorite place to sit and talk.
“I talked to Zeke today … about the three of us. He thinks it’s a good idea, too.”
Ty shoved his hands in his jeans pockets. “Yeah, about that … I’m thinking that might not be such a good idea after all.”
Her pulse started to race. “But, you liked the idea yesterday.”
She hoped what they’d done this morning hadn’t damaged their friendship.
“Yeah, I know. I did think it was a good idea, but … I’ve had time to think about it. You and Zeke need time to yourselves. You’re just starting to build a relationship.”
“Sure, but … the three of us don’t always have to be together.”
Ty’s face turned grim, as if he didn’t like that idea. “Yeah, I get that. I just think … I’d be in the way.”
“Ty, is it because…” Oh damn, how did she finish that sentence? She couldn’t ask him if he had deeper feelings for her.
“Because what? Because I want to go out with you, too?” He shrugged. “I admit it. If you and Zeke break up, I’d like a chance to date you. I like being with you.” His gaze heated. “I like touching you.”
At the thought of him touching her, heat pulsed through her.
“Well, then … wouldn’t this be a good thing?” Her voice came out husky. “I mean … I like being touched by you.”
Oh God, she felt like a siren trying to lure him to the rocks, but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted to be with him so much right now.
She stepped toward him and stroked his cheek. As he gazed into her eyes, she could feel his jaw clench. She knew she should walk away … respect his decision … but she couldn’t. She wanted him. She tipped her face up, showing him just how much.
He hesitated, then his hand came around the back of her head and he pulled her into a kiss. His lips moved on hers. Sure and firm. His tongue swept into her mouth and seared her desire. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back.
The phone rang, but he ignored it, pulling her tight against his body. Her breasts swelled and she stroked along his raspy jaw to his strong neck, then down his chest until her fingers tangled around his shirt button.
The phone continued to ring as she released the next couple of buttons, then ran her hand along his sculpted chest.
The answering machine picked up, giving Ty’s brief message … then Zeke’s voice came on the line.
“Hey, buddy. We should talk about Marie and—”
Ty released her and snatched up the phone.
“Yeah, I’m here.” He glanced at Marie. “No, I don’t think that’ll work.” His hand refastened his shirt buttons as he listened. “Marie’s right here. You can talk to her yourself.”
He handed her the phone.
“Hi, Zeke.”
“Hi. Is something wrong?” Zeke asked. “I thought you said Ty wanted to do this.”
She gripped the edge of the kitchen counter. “He seems to have changed his mind.”
“Okay, we’ll talk about this when I get there. I’ll be over in about an hour.”
* * *
Marie stared at the thin straps of leather connected with various black rings that Zeke held out to her.
“Don’t you think we should respect Ty’s decision?” she asked.
“No.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”
“Because we all enjoyed being together and whatever is bugging Ty is probably a result of his mixed-up notion that he shouldn’t be himself and I think we should help him past it.”
She took the leather from him and eyed it warily, wondering exactly how she would even go about putting on this … garment.
“So you’re saying we’re actually helping him?”
“That’s right. Now go put that on.” Zeke winked. “Or do I need to order you to do it?”
She shrugged. “Either way, I think I’ll need your help.”
Zeke grinned wickedly. “Well, that sounds like fun.” He followed her into the bedroom, carrying a shoe box under his arm.
* * *
Ty picked up the phone on the second ring. “Hello?”
“Hi, Ty. This is Marie. Could you come over for a minute?”
“Why?” He knew Zeke was over there. He’d heard them make the date.
“Um … Zeke and I just want to talk to you.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Please?”
Ah, damn. “All right. I’ll be over in a minute.”
He finished putting his dishes in the dishwasher, wondering why the hell they were pushing this. His anger with Zeke had fizzled in the face of discovering these strange feelings for him and Ty had started to wonder if the real reason he’d rejected Zeke was because of this disturbing attraction rather than because he really believed Zeke had stolen Ashley from him.
He poured the detergent in and started the machine, then walked down the hall to Marie’s apartment. He knocked on the door.
Zeke opened the door almost immediately.
“Hey, man. Come on in.”
He stepped inside, noticing Marie standing in the middle of the room, wearing a black coat. Were they on the way out?
“Look, I already talked to Marie,” Ty said to Zeke, “and—”
Marie flung open her coat and dropped it to the floor. Ty’s jaw nearly dropped to the ground after it.
Ty stared at Marie as she stood there in a black leather harness held together with black O-rings, straps crisscrossing her body, but covering nothing. His cock swelled at the sight of her perfect round breasts surrounded by the black leather straps, the dusky nipples tightened to hard nubs. A patch of leather covered her pussy, but it looked like it could peel away easily.
She wore six-inch black spike heels that made her legs look sensational. She turned around in a slow circle, and he saw that the patch of leather covering her pussy narrowed to a strap gliding between her cheeks to attach to another strap at her waist.
“Marie told me you were reluctant to join us again, but we thought this might convince you otherwise,” Zeke said.
Ty could barely stop from drooling.
“We have a little game we thought you might like. Basically, we’ll take turns ordering our reluctant slave to perform whatever actions we like. Are you up for it?” Zeke asked.
Up for it? Damn, his cock was nearly splitting his pants open.
“Uh … yeah.”
“Okay. First things first. Ty, why don’t you sit on the couch. Marie,
the drinks.”
“Yes, Master.”
Oh God, he loved hearing her say that.
She turned and disappeared through the kitchen door. Ty sat down, folding his hands together on his knees. Why the hell wasn’t he racing for the door?
Marie returned, her breasts softly bouncing as she carried a tray to the coffee table in front of him. He couldn’t prise his gaze from her breasts. Yeah, that would be why.
They swayed nicely as she bent in front of him to set down the tray. She picked up one of the tall, frosty glasses of beer and handed it to him, then picked up the other one and carried it to Zeke. Her nearly naked ass also swayed nicely as she walked.
“Thank you,” Zeke said.
She stood beside him and waited.
Zeke took a sip of his beer, then stood up. Ty followed suit.
“I’ll go first,” Zeke said. “Marie, come here.”
She leaned close and he whispered something in her ear.
“But, Master—”
“No buts. Just do as you’re told.”
She hung her head. “Yes, Master.” She walked toward Ty, then crouched in front of him. Despite her mock resistance, her dusky rose nipples were tight beads.
She placed her hand on his cheek, her fingers curling around his ear, and she pressed her lips to his. Her tongue pressed between his lips and curled inside his mouth. He wrapped his free arm around her waist and drew her closer and sucked her tongue deep inside, then stroked it with his own.
He kissed her hungrily. Her hard nipples spiked against his chest as they elongated even more. He tugged her against him, gliding his tongue inside her, kissing her more deeply.
Finally, he released her. She nearly panted for breath as she pushed herself to her feet, then stood beside him, awaiting his command.
“Your turn,” Zeke said.
Fifteen
Okay, this could get very interesting.
“Go to Zeke and take off his shirt.”
Ty watched her walk toward Zeke, her gorgeous behind swaying. She stroked her hands over Zeke’s shoulders, then down his chest to his shirt button and released it, then the next. With each new button released, his shirt parted more, revealing hard muscle and ink beneath. She eased the fabric from his shoulders and the shirt fell to the floor, revealing Zeke’s broad chest.
An impressive tattoo of a heavily scaled dragon, its long serpentine body coiled around his upper left arm, extended across his chest. Rather than fierce, its expression seemed almost benevolent. The three claws and the slender body indicated a Japanese dragon, which often represented strength, power, and protection. The golden color of the striking creature indicated attributes such as wisdom, kindness, and perseverance.
Zeke had grown since their younger days, stepping away from the fierce western dragons that represented dark emotions, such as anger and aggression. Like the matching ones they’d had inked on their backs. That’s why Ty had had his reworked to be a phoenix, wanting to leave that fierceness behind him.
“Stroke the dragon,” Ty said and watched in fascination as Marie’s delicate hand stroked over Zeke’s chest, following the line of his elegant tattoo. “Now kiss it.”
She leaned forward and kissed the dragon’s nose, then along its head. Her hand flattened below his right shoulder as she glided down to the dragon’s mouth, then dragged her tongue along its tongue.
He wanted to stroke his cock as he watched her tongue caress Zeke’s chest, but he held himself back. His gaze glided over Zeke’s hard nipples and he wanted Marie to do more.
“Toy with his nipples.”
Her fingers found Zeke’s nipple and Ty licked his lips as he watched her tweak it, then take the other in her mouth and nibble, then suck. Ty’s own nipples hardened to beads and his mouth went dry.
He couldn’t decide what he wanted more. To be Zeke feeling Marie’s hand and mouth cajoling his nipples to hard arousal. Or to be Marie, toying with Zeke’s hard little bead in his mouth, and feeling the firmness of his other nipple between his fingertips.
“Now stroke his cock,” Ty said, barely aware he’d spoken, mesmerized by Marie’s hand stroking over Zeke’s chest.
He imagined he was one with Marie, her hand now stroking down Zeke’s abs, feeling those sculpted muscles beneath his fingertips, then over his low-hanging jeans. She stopped, just a hairbreadth from the bulge pushing along his fly.
“Our slave is resisting,” Zeke said.
“Do as I commanded, slave,” Ty said, his excitement lending a sharpness to his voice.
She ran her fingers along the tip of the bulge, then stroked up and down several times, slowly. Ty could imagine the feel of Zeke’s big cock under the denim, pushing against it to be freed.
Ty licked his lips again, his own cock squeezing hard against his jeans.
Zeke took her hand and guided it to the tab of his zipper. “I’m sure Ty meant my naked cock. Right, Ty?”
He should say no.
But he couldn’t. He wanted to see Zeke’s cock.
Damn, he wanted to feel Zeke’s cock.
“Do it, slave,” Ty commanded.
She tugged down the zipper and reached inside, then drew out Zeke’s impressive erection. Her lovely hand wrapped around it and she stroked. Zeke murmured approval.
Ty’s gaze shifted to Zeke’s face and the expression of pleasure lighting his features. A deep yearning burned through Ty.
Ty drew in a breath, collecting his composure.
“Your turn, Zeke,” he said.
Marie released Zeke’s cock, but he grasped her wrist and held it in place, then urged her to stroke a couple more times. Ty gazed longingly at the huge cock. Finally, Zeke let go of Marie’s wrist and she stood up.
Zeke sucked in a deep breath, then released it slowly. “Okay.” He grinned at Ty.
The smile sent tremors through Ty. He’d missed Zeke more than he’d realized and he savored this opportunity to get to know him again. And, he couldn’t believe how much he wanted to share a woman with him again, despite all the pain he’d suffered after the last time.
“Take Ty’s shirt off,” Zeke said.
Ty’s gaze switched from Zeke’s cock to Marie’s breasts as she walked toward him. She stroked her hands along his shoulders and down his chest, then she grasped the hem of his T-shirt and lifted it up his body, slowly revealing his stomach, then his chest. Just before she pulled it over his head, Ty glanced toward Zeke and noticed a hungry look in his eyes. He raised his arms and as the black fabric blocked his vision, he realized that Zeke had not been staring hungrily at Marie’s delightful naked backside, but at Ty’s chest.
Did Zeke feel it, too? This strange attraction between them? Or had it been only his imagination?
The shirt disappeared and she discarded it.
“Now turn around and press against Ty. Take his hands and place them on your breasts.”
“Oh, Master, I can’t do that.”
Ty grasped her shoulders and turned her around, then drew her tight against his body. Despite her resistance, she pressed her beautiful ass against his groin. His cock twitched at her softness against him.
“Keep going, Marie,” Zeke urged in a steely voice.
She took Ty’s hands and placed them over her round breasts. He cupped her, her nipples pressing into his palms. Watching Zeke, he lightly squeezed, then cupped underneath and opened his curled fingers, allowing her nipples to peek out, her lovely mounds of flesh resting in his hands.
“Very nice,” Zeke said. “Now press your lovely ass back against Ty’s cock.”
Marie obeyed, her round naked flesh pressing harder against his rock-hard cock.
“Good. Now turn around and take it out.”
She moved away from Ty and turned, then unfastened the metal button on his jeans and dragged the zipper down.
She hesitated, but her eyes gleamed with hunger as she gazed at his crotch.
“Do you want me to come over there and punish you?” Zeke threatened.
“No, Master.”
But Ty could see the flash of excitement in her eyes at Zeke’s suggestion. Her fingers slipped inside his jeans, and when her soft hand grasped his cock, he sucked in a breath. She drew his erection out of his jeans and continued holding it in her hand.
“Now kneel down in front of him.”
She obeyed and Ty’s cock twitched at the thought of her lips surrounding his cockhead … of her sucking him deep into her mouth.
But instead, Zeke said, “Now describe it to me.”
She gazed at his cock, her soft blue eyes almost adoring. “It’s big and hard. Almost too big to get my hand around.”
“Tell me more.”
She leaned in close. Ty could feel her breath on his cockhead.
“The head is really big. It would fill my mouth.”
“Show me,” Zeke said.
When she hesitated, Ty wrapped his hand around her head and drew her forward until her lips brushed him. She wrapped her lips around his corona and took him in her mouth. The feel of her surrounding him sent heat rocketing through him.
“Very good,” Zeke said. “Now tell me more.”
She released Ty’s cock from her mouth and stroked her fingertip down the shaft. Her delicate touch sent tremors through him.
“It’s very long,” she said. “Probably about twelve inches.”
Ty figured about ten, but clearly Marie knew being generous was better for a man’s ego. She cupped his balls and stroked lightly with one hand while the other stroked the length of his shaft again, then circled under the corona.
“The head is purple and very firm. There’s a clear drop of liquid on the tip.”
Ty couldn’t help feeling somewhat … exposed … with both their attention so focused on his cock. Marie’s soft touch. Zeke’s intense gaze.
“Okay, good. Take off his jeans and boxers.”
Marie stood up, reluctantly releasing Ty’s cock. She tugged his jeans down his legs, then pulled his boxers down. Ty stepped out of them.
Zeke grinned at Ty. “Your turn.”
“Okay,” Ty said. “Marie, kneel down in front of Zeke and stroke his cock.”
She moved to Zeke, then knelt in front of him. She wrapped her hand around his long, hard cock and stroked. Ty watched her hand move along Zeke’s shaft in fascination.