by Azod, Shara
“Kaito,” Joaquin made sure to speak loud enough to break through the fog of need he knew his friend to be in.
With a lingering kiss, Kaito reluctantly let Mikki go, allowing Joaquin to pull her from his lap and into his arms. Carefully, he arranged her across his lap so she wasn’t rubbing against the hard evidence of how badly he wanted to do as Kaito had done, and so much more. Placing her head against his shoulder he waited until Kaito got up and walked into the bedroom, probably to take a cold shower, before preemptively answering the questions he knew was brewing in that actively mind of hers.
“Kaito has been waiting a long time to do that,” he murmured as he rubbed messaged her back through the heavy sweater. He just didn’t trust himself to caress her bare skin. It was too much of a temptation. “Don’t think for a second I don’t want to kiss and caress you just as badly. I do. But you need time to think about what we want from you.”
“But…”
He knew what she was about to say, but he also knew it was the partly the passion Kaito had ignited she was feeling.
“No,” Joaquin stopped her. “This is not about physical attraction Mikki. As much as we both want you, we need so much more than an affair. You are too much a part of us, sweetheart. We want forever. We want for you to carry our children, to share our lives in every way possible. We don’t want an answer now; we just want a chance to show you how it would be. That’s why we wanted you to come on this trip so badly.”
Tilting her head up so that he could look into her deep brown eyes, Joaquin placed a small kiss on her passion-swollen lips. “Will you give us that chance, Mikki?”
She was quiet for so long, Joaquin was terrified she would say no. But that wasn’t like Mikki. She wasn’t one to run away from a challenge. There was no doubt what he was asking was a huge challenge to any woman.
A purely sexual ménage à trios might be the fantasy of many, but a true relationship, an enduring relationship – that was difficult. They would be ostracized by most, their lives titillating fodder for gossip and ridicule. Any children they would have would likely suffer. She needed to take all of these things in to account; and knowing Mikki, she was thinking about all the consequences right now.
“Why now?” Mikki demanded, struggling to sit up.
Joaquin tightened his embrace. If she got up and started pacing, she would just build up steam. Forcing her to stay in place would keep her calmer somewhat.
“Damn it, Joaquin, let me up!”
“Nope.” He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. Smiling would just piss her off.
“Why now? Why, all of a sudden, did the two of you decide you wanted a relationship? I have been here for five years. I have watched the two of you with floozy after ho. You have no idea what that did to me, watching women who wanted nothing more than your money and a cheap thrill all over you. Why me, why now?”
“Mikki, it has always been you. From the moment you walked into our lives, it was you.”
*****
The cold shower wasn’t working. Kaito ached in the worst way. One kiss from Michayla’s succulent lips and he was hooked. He wanted more, he wanted to strip her of the damnable sweater and jeans and bury himself deep within her core.
Never had he wanted a woman so badly, and it wasn’t completely physical. He was crazy about everything about her; the way she paced when she was agitated, working herself up in a frenzy. It was beyond adorable the way she got mad and put her hands on her hips and tapped her little foot.
She was demanding and naturally assertive. She had a way of wiggling her little self inside a man’s heart and mind and not letting go. Michayla had seduced his mind long ago.
Moaning softly, Kaito took his aching length in hand stroking gently. There was no doubt she would be just a fiery in bed as she was out of it. There was no doubt she was high strung, and damned if that didn’t make his dick harder.
Joaquin insisted that they had to make sure Michayla made the choice to be with them in every way before they move on to anything sexual. Kaito didn’t think that was going to be possible. They hadn’t been with another woman in months.
The need for Michayla had grown too much. It was not so easy to ease the physical urge with fake, calculating women or women just looking for a new experience when the woman they both so desperately wanted was right there for the taking.
Stroking with increasing vigor, Kaito let his mind dwell on how rightly she fit in his lap, how sweet her kisses tasted. The way she softened against him felt so damn good. He hadn’t wanted to stop at Joaquin’s gentle warning. He wanted to touch more of her; he wanted to taste all of her. She felt so very good, so very right.
The way she looked in that oversized sweater that seemed to drown her small frame and jeans that seemed painted on was sexy as hell. Everything the woman wore was sexy, and she never seemed to realize it. His breathing became heavier; his strokes up and down the hard length of his shaft erratic.
Her breasts were enough to make a man want to swallow his tongue. Definitely a D–cup. And they stood straight up, firm and full. He knew from the many times he had seen her in a bathing suit, or on a lazy Saturday walking around her house or their house without a bra. She was completely lacking in self-consciousness. Joaquin swore it was because she really thought they had no interest in her in any way other than friendship. That blew his mind. What kind of man could be around her luxurious curves and not want her? His cock began to pulse as he imagined what she would look like bare, laying before him. If any of her swimsuits were any indication, it would be heaven.
Kaito’s climax took him by surprise. He was so caught up in his fantasy he failed to notice the tightening of his balls, the burning need that erupted against his will. He wanted this little session of self-gratification to last longer.
Coming this quickly was testament to how badly he needed Michayla. There was no doubt Joaquin was suffering just as much. Probably more, given that as least Kaito had had this time to take the edge off.
Fueled by that thought, he quickly washed away all evidence of what he had been doing in the shower and hurriedly dressed to join the two in the main cabin. Michayla was fast asleep on Joaquin’s lap.
“How bad was it?” he couldn’t help but ask. Michayla wasn’t the type to take a shock quietly. There was no doubt that what they wanted from her was a shock. Joaquin had said they could gently persuade her, that she was half there already. Kaito didn’t doubt that; he knew she was attracted to the both of them. The question was, could she accept a long-term relationship. He knew their friendship meant a lot to her. Would she see this turn as a threat of their friendship, or a natural progression of it?
“Not so bad,” Joaquin frowned. “She was a little pissed when I told her about the whole grooming thing though.”
“It wasn’t grooming,” Kaito growled. He hated it when Joaquin called it that.
“Oh, so it is normal to hire a 23-year-old fresh out of college as a Chief Financial Officer? Someone with no experience in finance, no work experience at all beyond working nights at White Hen Pantry, whatever the hell that is?”
He was right; Kaito knew that. It was madness, but the moment she waltzed into the office, he had known, and so had Joaquin. Of course, he was the one that blurted out the offer of C.F.O instead of the position she had applied for. It had been his idea to include her in every aspect of the growing business, in every decision whether it was in her purview or not.
Joaquin had to train her in her job; Kaito was horrible with numbers and accounting in general. He couldn’t balance a budget to save his life. But Michayla certainly could. She had been delightfully adept, catching on quickly and making it her own in a matter of months.
“It’s a convenience store,” he muttered throwing himself into the seat next to his best friend. Absently he reached out and pulled Michayla’s legs up across his lap, caressing her calves as he did so. “And she was an assistant manager.”
“Right. Assistant ma
nager, C.F.O. – basically the same thing.”
“What else did she say?” There was really no point in arguing with Joaquin. He was essentially right.
“She railed a while about us being sick bastards with designs on her virtue, cried on my shoulder for about four seconds, then started her deep thought thing she does, and went to sleep.”
That sounded about right. Michayla was capable of fifteen different emotions in less than five minutes.
“What do you think will happen?” Kaito didn’t want an answer to his question, but he had to ask it.
Despite the success his life had become, there was still a raw vulnerability deep inside. Kaito was scared shitless in a way he had never been scared before. He would rather be back on the streets, cold hungry and alone than without Michayla. Michayla and Joaquin. Not that he wanted Joaquin. Just the thought was just plain wrong, like sleeping with your brother or something. But he did very much want to share Michayla with him.
Kaito could not imagine ever being happy without his best friend. Not even with the woman if his dreams.
Chapter Three
Mikki listened to Joaquin and Kaito’s hushed conversation, but didn’t bother to interrupt. They were only confirming what Joaquin had told her earlier. She wasn’t sure how she felt. This morning she was suffering from unrequited love, or lust, or whatever. Now she finds out the bastards had been grooming her to be their…their what? Wife, lover, permanent third?
Wait a minute…
“Hey, you two aren’t really bisexual are you?”
She really hadn’t meant to let them know she was awake. Joaquin messaging her back while Kaito worked on her lower legs and feet felt damn good. Plus, she was feeling unbelievably comfortable surrounded by their warmth and security.
She had been alone for so long, the feeling of something cozy and secure felt damned good. She wasn’t ready to try to identify the feeling; she just had wanted it to last as long as possible. Showing she was awake would mean facing everything Joaquin had told her, which made alarming sense if she really went over the last five years of her life.
Then the thought occurred to her, although she had always thought of the two as bisexual, given their appetite for the fairer sex and their unusual closeness, she had never seen either man touch the other in any sexual way at all. No covert touches or caresses, no kissing or cuddling. There was absolutely nothing feminine or soft about Kaito. Joaquin was sensitive and sweet, but not really feminine either. Sure, there could be bisexual or gay men who were not feminine, but she’d never seen one in her knowledge.
She jumped to her feet, unable to contain herself. They weren’t asking her to share in whatever they had going on with each other. They were asking if they could share her. Should she be freaked out? Should it matter? She really didn’t know, but she wanted an answer.
“You thought we were bisexual?” Kaito choked out.
He looked like he was about to laugh. He better not laugh, or she was sure she would have to kick him where it hurt. Damn it, it was a reasonable question. Wasn’t it?
“Mikki, what made you think we were bisexual?” Joaquin asked with patience that just annoyed her.
Who wouldn’t think they were gay or bisexual? They lived and worked together, vacationed together, and more importantly, they dated together. What other reasonable conclusion would a thinking woman come up with?
“You know damn well why I would think that,” she answered testily. “You do everything together, and I do mean everything.”
“No,” Joaquin answered slowly. “We are not gay, or bisexual or interested in anything doing anything sexual with one another.”
“But we are interested in doing you together.”
Mikki blinked as she watched Kaito advance to where she was standing. Had that man growled at her? She gathered herself up as best she could, though even in heels she only stood as tall as the middle of his chest. She wasn’t wearing heels today. Weren’t Asian men supposed to be short? She was sure she read that somewhere. She had to force herself not to take a step back. She had every right to think what she had thought. Right?
“Maybe, we should just show you instead of talking about it, Michayla.”
He had to go and use that voice, didn’t he? She never failed to get weak in the knees when he used that deep, sexy voice of his. She felt heat immediately pool between her legs. Did the fact she was wet at the prospect of them showing her anything at all make her perverted? Did it make her a whore? And why the hell did she care?
“You’re thinking too hard, Michayla. We should definitely do something about that.”
Mikki swallowed hard. What did he have in mind? Could she handle it?
“Kaito, you’re scaring her.”
Mikki’s eyes swung to Joaquin who was still sitting nonchalantly in his seat. She wasn’t fooled for a second. He was poised to do something; she just wasn’t sure what.
“Are you scared, baby?”
She jumped at the words purred in her ear. She hadn’t been aware when Kaito had closed the small gap between them, but he had. His front was pressed against her back, his arms reached around her waist to pull her against him.
“You’re not scared of me are you?”
Mikki found herself nodding even though she really had no idea what the hell he had just asked. All of her senses were enmeshed in the way his smell sent her synapses snapping in overdrive. She closed her eyes and leaned back against him without thought. His arms felt so warm and good around her.
“You can tell him if you are scared, you know.”
Her eyes snapped open to see Joaquin right in front of her. Even though he wasn’t close enough to touch her, she could feel his body heat coming of him in waves. The heat in his eyes alone was enough to sizzle. When his large hand reached out and pulled her head forward she didn’t resist. She was enthralled at the sensuous lips coming toward her. How many times had she imagined those lips covering her own? When they descended, it was beyond her wildest fantasies.
Soft but firm, sweet yet decadently sinful. He gently bit her lower lip then sucked the tiny pain away, all the while working his body closer and closer to hers. She tried to move forward, but Kaito’s hands on her hips kept her from moving away from him. She could feel his rock hard erection pressed against the small of her back and Joaquin’s equally hard cock pressing against her front. It was so decadent, so heady. She felt like a goddess in between two devoted worshippers.
“You would tell me if I scared you, wouldn’t you Michayla?” Kaito bit gently her ear after his question.
She would have answered, she wanted to answer, but between Joaquin’s heart stopping kiss and Kaito’s hands creeping up her sweater, she couldn’t speak. Her nipples tightened to the point of pain as Kaito’s hands skimmed the underside of her breasts. She needed so bad for him to touch them, to pinch them. Anything to ease the ache.
To her dismay, his hands kept going to pull the sweater up and away from her body.
A low, almost mournful moan escaped as Joaquin lifted his lips from hers so that Kaito could draw the garment over her head. She didn’t have to wait long for them to descend again, kissing her with all the desperate passion she felt deep inside. It was hard to believe that he, that they both could want her just as much as she wanted them, yet here was irrefutable evidence.
“I think we should move this to the bedroom, sí?” Joaquin murmured against her lips.
All she could do was nod. Heaven help her, she was about to experience her fondest dream…and her biggest fear.
Joaquin stepped back just enough to grab a hand that had been hanging limply by her side. She allowed him to lead her towards the cabin that housed the large bed without a peep, feeling Kaito moving along behind her. Joaquin led her straight to the bed, stopping and turning to stare down at her. She was afraid to meet his eyes, but she couldn’t turn away from them.
She was petrified at the smoldering intensity she saw there, much more silver than blue. She had onl
y seen them burn like that when he was mad. She knew very well that he wasn’t mad right now; his eyes were burning her to ashes for a far different reason.
“Since you don’t seem to believe us,” he told her in slow, even tones, “we are going to show you exactly what you do to us. What you have been doing to us, making us feel, making us want, for five long years now.”
“You don’t have to make up your mind today, or even tomorrow.” Mikki jumped at the sound of Kaito’s voice behind her. She had known he was there, but she had been engrossed in Joaquin. Turning now, she witnessed the same fiery heat she had seen in Joaquin’s eyes, only Kaito’s were burning with green fire.