He closed his eyes before Ben added his own knell. “Me, too.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Ben swore out loud and then said something worse. “Lilee.”
* * * *
Austin turned abruptly, and all three men looked at her. Delilah kept her hand on the doorknob, as though that one little grounded place in the world could save her.
But it couldn’t. She made brief eye contact with each of them—those three wonderful, beautiful, asshole men—then dropped her gaze to the floor. In the silence, she could hear only her own breath.
Rocking her weight back, she started to close the door. She needed so badly to be on the other side of it. To be in her car and driving away. To be in her own home, or—Boston. Japan. Somewhere further away than anyplace on this earth. All she had to do was lift one foot. Turn. Move.
“Delilah Jane.”
The sound came from far away, but she remembered the voice. She remembered when that tone could have her doing anything. Really, an embarrassing amount of anything. What an idiot she’d been.
She got one foot to move. She set it down, a half step away. Good. That was progress. “Deej, you take one more step, and I’m going to toss you ass-up over my shoulder and haul you in here. You need to come in. We need to talk.”
He was there then, Austin. Gently taking her hand from the doorknob, tugging her in. Just two steps. Far enough that Ben could move behind her and close the door.
“Pretty girl.”
Austin lifted his hand, moving to touch her face. Looking at her carefully, sweetly. The big dumb fuck.
She slapped his hand away, hard, and gave a shove to his chest. She knew it was only surprise that had him stepping back.
From behind her, Ben put a hand on her shoulder, and she knocked that off, too. She shot him a hard look then moved away. Her only open direction led her closer to Linc.
He raised his hands and moved back, a reaction she promised herself she’d savor someday.
She walked further into the room. This was obviously Linc’s place, the superb architecture and view right up his CEO alley. It hadn’t taken his Lexus behind the glass door of the garage for her to know it. His SUV, Ben’s Jeep, Austin’s Harley. She’d known what she’d face when she walked into this house.
The three of them together—friends? Manipulators, connivers in some sort of plot to, what? Drive her crazy.
They’d cut off her escape, with Ben still at the door, but when she turned at least she could keep them all in her sight.
She crossed her arms under her breasts, wishing like hell she wore something more than two skimpy pieces of clothing. Stupid. She needed a fucking suit of armor.
“How could you do this? Are you all three entirely heartless?”
Linc took a careful half-step forward. “We didn’t mean to hurt you.”
She scoffed, and he took a breath, letting her vent. As though he knew she needed to. Had a right to.
He lifted a hand toward a seating area along the windows. “Would you sit, Lilah?”
“No,” she said, with as much attitude as she’d ever mustered.
He nodded, unsurprised. Austin and Ben moved a little closer. None of them came within striking distance.
“You applied for a job at our firm, ABL,” Linc said. “We all work together, and we’re friends. Good friends. Your name—and photo—came up in the group of candidates our AA vetted for us. It turned out we all knew you.”
Linc kind of ran down then. Delilah tapped her foot. Ben stepped up, though not literally. “Sorry, baby.” He looked like he meant it, the ass.
She gave him no encouragement, but eventually he went on. “We realized we’d all had a thing for you in the past. We all wanted”—he looked around for help there—“We all wanted a chance with you. We thought, maybe, with one of us, you’d find—”
He stopped there, but Austin took it up. He came forward, close enough that she could hit him if she wanted to. He kept his hands at his sides, and she didn’t know if he was offering himself as sacrifice or just trying to placate her. She might find out. It would feel damn good to punch him again.
But then he finished Ben’s sentence. “Love,” he said. “We each thought we might love you, and we thought—hoped—you might love us.” He looked around. “One of us, I mean. We each wanted to be the one. We didn’t expect this, that we’d all—”
Delilah rubbed a hand over her mouth, stifling a groan. She turned and walked away from them all, going to stare out the window.
One of them came up behind her—Linc. She could just see his reflection over her shoulder.
“We worked out a deal with Howard to hire you. We figured that would give a chance for each of us to see what we could make happen with you. We agreed we’d each take a month—”
“It doesn’t matter.” Austin cut him off and strode up. He was at her side, looking at her. But he spoke to his friends. “She’s in love with me.”
Delilah shook her head, wanting to cover her ears and stomp her feet like a child. She still had her hand over her mouth, and she thought that might be the only thing that kept her from screaming insanely. She turned around, pressing her back to the window. But she couldn’t look at them. She found a spot on the floor to stare at. Feet. She saw stupid male feet. Sexy Lincoln legs with bare feet in pricey leather sandals. Jeans and biker boots—Austin. And then Ben—bare legs, high-tech water sandals.
He’d walked up, too, so the three of them surrounded her. He had both hands in his pockets now, his shoulders scrunched. “She fell in love with me, too. You did. Didn’t you, Lilee?”
“What a fucking mess.” That was Linc, and they all looked at him. Even Delilah took a peek. He gave a hard look to Ben, then Austin. “You know I quit early. You know I gave up my time with her because I’d fallen in love. And she was falling for me.” He looked at her, an earnest plea in his eyes she couldn’t resist. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I didn’t want to make things worse for you. I figured after Ben and Austin had their time with you—”
Delilah held up a hand. “Stop. Just—stop. Don’t you know how crazy that sounds? Taking turns with my, my—” She fought tears now and wouldn’t—would not—let them show. Pushing between Linc and Ben, she walked away. She needed space.
There was a deep, inviting armchair at the far edge of the seating area, and she went there. She sat at the edge of it, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands.
After a long silence, Ben spoke. “She loves us all. She can’t choose.” He walked closer, into her line of vision. “Can you, Lilee?”
Delilah shook her head, not answering the question so much as rejecting the whole premise.
Austin came over, looming, too close. “I can choose for her. She’s mine.”
He took another step. Ben raised a hand to block him. Austin faced off against him, and suddenly they were on the verge of blows.
“Hold!”
Delilah grimaced, remembering the power of authority Lincoln had in him. Remembering standing on her deck with him behind her. With that very same quiet, commanding tone, he’d said, “Put your hands on the rail. Get on your knees.” And she’d done it, like a lamb to slaughter.
Small comfort that Austin and Ben obeyed just as readily.
Linc walked over and joined the group. Wishing she were in some other place, any other place, she leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes.
“We’ll have to share her.” Linc spoke quietly, calmly, as if what he was saying was entirely rational. “If we don’t want to lose the business, lose our friendship, lose her, we’re going to have to share.”
“You’re insane.”
Yes, Austin, Delilah thought. You’re all insane. And I am, too. Because she was listening, waiting to hear more from Lincoln.
“We could make it work,” Linc said, warming to the idea. “We could live here. There’s room for all of us.”
“And what? Have her play musical beds? Take turns
who gets to sleep with her at night?” Ben sounded like he wasn’t rejecting the idea so much as working out the details in his mind.
“Whatever. I don’t care. I don’t care where she sleeps every night. I just want her to sleep with me sometimes. I don’t care if we have her—if we fuck her—alone or together. I just want a chance to have her—to fuck her—myself. To love her.”
He’d turned to look at her with those last words—Delilah could tell by the change in his voice.
She opened her eyes. They were all looking at her. Three hot, gorgeous men, discussing her like a time-share. Shit. Three hot, gorgeous men who all wanted her so much that they’d consider this.
Why was she doing nothing but sitting here, listening to this crazy talk? They wouldn’t hold her. She could stand up right now and walk away.
But why would she? She loved Austin. Really, she always had. Still, she easily remembered that hot desire for Lincoln, the way he’d had her falling for him. Really, truly falling. And sweet, hot Ben. How it had hurt when he left her.
It was deliriously exotic, exquisitely erotic, to be the focus of desire for these three men. “We could rotate.” Ben was still working out the logistics. “And if, like, you had a particular need, you could, say, buy her.”
“That could work.” Linc, the businessman—he’d see the appeal in that.
Austin finally chimed in with a huff. “Yeah, it would work for you, Linc. You’re like, Midas. You’d buy her every night if we let you.”
“Yeah,” Linc said, sharply. “If you’d let me, I would.”
“We won’t sell her,” Ben said.
“If you would, this conversation would be over.” Linc’s voice was flat, and his words were followed by a long edgy silence.
Finally, Austin spoke softly into it. “I like what Linc said about fucking her together.” Then his tone changed, and that changed everything.
“Delilah,” he said. “Pretty girl. There’s nothing under that little skirt but pussy, is there? I want you to show us.”
Suddenly the air was heavy, hot. All three men looked at her, and against her will, her body quickened.
She was helpless against it. She shot a hard look at Austin, but still, her nipples tightened, and her pussy moistened.
He didn’t seem so cowed by her hard look. He lifted a brow, obviously waiting.
Delilah knew she should think about this. She should consider what she was doing. What they were proposing was absurd, impossible.
But they all looked at her, the heat of their gazes sending shivers of excitement through her.
She decided not to think about it.
Her skirt was fitted at the hips and then flared out, ending mid-thigh. She moved a hand to the hem and fiddled there a moment. It was an easy thing to take the bottom edge in her fingers and raise it, just a little at a time, until they got a glimpse of her pussy.
Three hot, male breaths hummed out in satisfaction. Testosterone was thick in the air. For her.
“Jesus, baby.” That was Ben. “Spread your legs.”
It should have been more than she could do. It turned out it wasn’t. She opened her legs, and there was another long, hot pause.
Suddenly Linc moved. “Delilah.” He took her hand and tugged. “Come here. It’s been so long.”
He brought her up into his arms and pulled her hard against his body. Then he had her mouth. He kissed her, deeply, endlessly.
“Linc.” It was wonderful. It felt so good to have him again, to be in his arms, to have his mouth taking hers.
“Baby.” Ben was there, then, taking her from Linc’s arms, taking her mouth.
She should be angry. She should rail at them for using her so, for toying with her. For breaking her heart. Three times.
But this was so good. Ben kissed her, but Linc still had his hands on her, and he moved one to cover her breast. He rubbed a finger over her distended nipple, and she moaned.
Austin stepped up, and so she was surrounded by all of them. They took turns at her mouth, and their hands were everywhere—sliding under her top to caress her breasts and pinch her nipples. Under her skirt, rubbing her pussy and dipping fingers into her cunt, squeezing her ass.
It was bliss. All of them, all three of the men she’d fallen for. The men she loved.
She wasn’t sure, suddenly, who was kissing her. But there was always a mouth, hot and hard on hers. And those hands, everywhere, stimulating her, adoring her. Someone was working her clit hard now, and fingers shoved into her pussy, fucking her. Then, wickedly, moistened fingers circled her anus and pushed in.
“No.”
“Yes, Lilah.”
It had been a feeble protest. “Come for us. Come, Deej.”
And she did. Their mouths, their hands everywhere, every last sexual nerve she had tended to, making her weep with the hot thrill of it. Cocooned in their—what? Could she call it love? It felt like it—wrapped like a mummy in it, she came. Urgent, shivery spasms. Low sex moans. Held there, supported by her three…lovers. Her three men.
* * * *
Delilah had ended collapsed against Lincoln’s chest. He held her, and so did Ben and Austin. In a couple spots he felt their hard male hands tucked between him and Lilah, where they’d been working her tits and pussy.
That had been sweet as hell, all three of them pulling her down into that hot, sexual bliss, making her share her come with all of them.
When he’d proposed sharing her, he hadn’t expected that. He’d thought of her, how he wanted her, and how afraid he was that he’d lose her. He’d thought of his friends, so important to him, and yeah, the business, too. The idea of sharing her had been a compromise—the best, perhaps, that he could do.
He hadn’t been prepared for what had happened. It had been a hell of a turn-on, working with his buddies to bring Delilah—their woman—just about literally to her knees with sexual stimulation. With their sexual adoration.
She’d be on her knees, if Austin and Ben weren’t holding her up. He was sure of it. That brought a pretty picture to his mind. Delilah on her knees. Three men with hard cocks looming over her.
He stepped a little away from her, enjoying the little moan of loss she gave when he withdrew. He looked at his friends, then pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it away.
“Get her clothes off,” he told them. “Then put her on her knees.”
The next step took a little something. He’d been naked in front of his friends before. They played sports together. They’d showered off after.
But he’d never stripped in front of guys when he had a raging boner, had never been prepping to shove his cock down a woman’s throat in the presence of others.
What the hell. It was a new day.
He watched with pleasure as they peeled her out of her little top and then slid her skirt down her hips to form a puddle of cloth on the floor. They each took an arm then and gently lowered her to her knees.
She was a fucking beauty. He’d almost forgotten. Her gorgeous tits, full and firm and topped with those hard, red nipples. The slim curve of her waist and then the flare of her hips with that bare, damp pussy at the center.
And her mouth—lips red and full from the way they’d had at her, moist, waiting.
He didn’t care. It didn’t matter that his buddies were watching, waiting to see if he would go the next step.
In fact, he liked it. Loved it. Loved that the three of them were going to have this woman. He slid his feet out of his sandals and opened his shorts. He brought his cock out, stroking as it strained of its own accord toward that waiting mouth. Pushing his clothing down and stepping forward, entirely naked, he went to her mouth.
He put his hand on her head and fed himself in. With a little gasp she opened, wetting her lips, wetting him, until she took him in. He held her head while Austin and Ben had her arms, and started pumping. Groaning with the wicked pleasure of it, he arched back and thrust in deep.
He got a couple good shoves down her throat
when suddenly she was gone. Ben was naked now, at her side, and bringing her mouth around. He had another huge, hard cock for her.
She was game for it. Avidly, she licked at him and then took him down. Ben had one hand on her head directing her and the other clamped onto her nipple. She moaned out her pleasure.
It was a fucking turn-on to watch, seeing that big cock go down her throat, knowing the hot pleasure she got as Ben worked her nipple. Knowing the fucking pleasure, for Ben, of that skillful mouth.
He made eye contact with Austin. That one was enjoying it, too. He toed off his boots and went back to watching the show while he stripped. One more fucking big cock.
They were going to make their girl very, very happy.
Stirred by the possibilities, Lincoln went to his room. He had a tube of lube there, and they were going to need it.
When he came back, she was handling both cocks—Ben’s and Austin’s. She had a fist on each and moved her mouth from one to the other. The guys were both working her tits.
“Bring her here,” Lincoln said. He tossed the lube on a table and sat in the chair she’d been in. He lay back, letting his cock thrust up in the air.
They brought her over, each man holding an arm. As he watched, they nuzzled her, kissing and nipping—her mouth, her neck, her earlobe. One pawed at her breast and the other took her with his mouth. Then Ben’s fingers were at her clit and stroking down into her pussy.
Lilah had her arms up, circling their heads. She looked back at Lincoln as he watched his friends pleasure her, the hot buzz of it obvious in her dazed eyes. She was in heaven. And in love, with all of them.
Lincoln wanted to beat his chest, to howl with feral triumph. His cock pulsed along with his heart, a drumbeat of male battle lust.
“Get your cunt down here, baby. Come sit on my cock. We’re all going to fuck you.”
* * * *
Delilah shivered, pulled from a haze of erotic bliss by those wicked, wicked words. She shook her head a little, working to focus. Lincoln’s gaze was hot on her, demanding and expectant.
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