After the Crux

by Worth, Dani

  “You’ve been lying immobile for a long time, so a muscle rubdown will get your nerves firing, help promote faster healing and bring some flexibility back.”

  Ross shifted under the sheet, obviously uncomfortable. “My flexibility is fine. We don’t need to do this.”

  Dorian met his eyes. “Yes, we do.” He crooked his finger. “Come over here and lose the shorts. I made new oil just for you. You’ll love it.”

  “I’m not losing the shorts.”

  “I like those shorts, and they’ll get destroyed, so stop being a baby. You can lie on your stomach to preserve your modesty, okay?”

  Grumbling, Ross reached under the sheet and winced when he started to tug off his shorts.

  Jenna jumped up. “Here, let me help.”

  “No!”

  All three of them jumped when Ross yelled. Dorian watched as red crept up Ross’s neck. “I didn’t mean to scream at you. I can do it myself, okay? Lock the door so none of the kids come running in and find me bare-assed naked.”

  “Dorian already locked the door,” Jenna said, her voice low.

  It took him forever, but Ross got his shorts off under the sheet, then he shuffled across the king-sized bed to the bottom. He rolled onto his stomach, still hanging onto the sheet.

  Dorian left the cover at Ross’s waist for the moment, and picked up the bottle, drizzling a good amount of oil on his palms. He rubbed his hands together to warm the oil, then put his hands on Ross’s back. Already tense muscles went taut beneath his hands. Dorian pushed into them, loving the sheen of oil on Ross’s skin in the firelight. He nodded toward the lamp, and Jenna switched it off before returning to her perch in front of the fireplace.

  She had a front row seat to every expression that crossed Ross’s face and from the sound of his moans, Dorian was sure he didn’t want to see him yet. His groin had already gone heavy and hot just from rubbing his hands along slippery, warm skin.

  He pressed and prodded and slid along muscles, paying attention to areas that felt tight. Finally, Ross started to relax, so Dorian moved to his legs, tucking the sheet around Ross’s bare ass, and slowly sliding his palms over muscular calves and thighs. The textures were so different from Jenna. She had tight, strong and lean muscles from trekking through the woods, working out. Her skin was smooth, soft. Hair covered Ross’s legs, his muscles larger, harder. Very different textures, yet Dorian’s body reacted just as strongly to both. He picked up Ross’s foot, massaged deep into the instep.

  “I take back every sadist remark,” Ross murmured in a pleased, sleepy rumble. “You have a gift from the gods.”

  Chuckling, Dorian worked Ross until he was completely relaxed and at his mercy. And Jenna’s. He looked at her, and saw fire in her eyes hotter than the blaze behind her.

  “Remember Ross at eighteen, Jenna?” Dorian moved up and worked on Ross’s shoulders, loving the slide of oil over hot skin. If he’d had any doubts about desiring another man, they were completely gone now. His dick was standing at the ready, aching. “At eighteen, Ross went through that last growth spurt—shot up half a foot. He was a bumbling anthropoid.”

  Ross lifted his head, turned it and raised one eyebrow. He missed Dorian’s rock-hard prick because Dorian shifted to the side, not sure Ross was ready for that much “in your face” reality.

  Grinning, Dorian reached out and ran one finger down Ross’s spine, stopping at the base where the sheet covered him. “Don’t worry, you grew into this body nicely.”

  Ross’s brow couldn’t go any higher. His mouth opened slightly.

  Taking his life into his hands, Dorian met that icy blue gaze, stretched out his fingers and slid his palm under the edge of that sheet. Ross’s skin, smooth and hot from being so close to the fireplace, caused Dorian’s blood to rush south even harder. He didn’t think his dick could ache any more than it had been. He was wrong. He pulled his gaze from Ross to look at Jenna.

  Her eyes were wide but she didn’t take them away from the mound of Dorian’s hand under that sheet and on Ross’s perfect ass. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth and Dorian groaned. Her robe had slipped open to show one satiny breast, her nipple pebble hard.

  Need swamped Dorian. He didn’t know who caused it more—Jenna or Ross. Didn’t matter either. He’d known for a while that Ross was theirs. He thought maybe he’d been waiting years for Jenna to bring it up first. The man belonged to them.

  Since he hadn’t moved to dislodge Dorian’s hand, maybe the big guy knew it as well. Either that or he was so horny, any human touch would be welcome.

  Jenna, motionless as a deer in headlights, whispered, “Lose the sheet. I want to see.”

  With that, Ross shut his eyes tight and shifted on the bed. Dorian recognized the move. Ross was hard. But he wasn’t shutting things down. In fact, he seemed too overcome by emotion to do anything but lie there and take it.

  Rubbing his palm soothingly on that nice, firm ass, Dorian took the top of the sheet in his free hand and peeled it off. He’d seen this body before. They both had. For years, it had been just the three of them and sometimes while in hiding, privacy was given up for efficiency. But it had been a long time. And yes, over the last week, they’d seen him naked.

  But this was different. So fucking different.

  Firelight played over firm muscles as Ross shifted again. He buried his face in his arms, a muffled groan sounding as if it had been ripped from his throat.

  His hair had grown longer on this last run and before Dorian realized what he was doing, he was wiping his hands on a towel and bending over that long back to bury the fingers of both his hands in that silky, disheveled hair. He pressed his cheek on the smooth, hot skin of Ross’s back.

  Jenna’s breath caught loudly. She was being unnaturally quiet and he would have grinned if his dick hadn’t been so hard it hurt—if the emotions racing through his head and heart weren’t swamping everything else.

  He turned his head and pressed his lips to Ross’s back. The bigger man went still. Dorian could feel the hard beat of Ross’s heart here, under the skin, pulsing against his lips. Lifting his head, he pressed another kiss to Ross’s back, then another. He buried his nose in the back of his neck and pulled his scent in deep. The sandalwood worked on him—spicy, woodsy and all male.

  Ross released a hoarse cry and like that, turned onto his back and grabbed Dorian’s head. They stared at each other for long, intense seconds before Ross dropped his gaze to Dorian’s mouth. He groaned and pulled Dorian’s head down with heady strength. Their lips slanted together with force and this time, Dorian groaned. Ross had been sucking on one of those damned peppermint sticks he loved. And that Dorian hated.

  But the taste here, in Ross’s mouth, was finer than the aged brandy Dorian preferred over whiskey.

  Dorian slid his tongue deep into Ross’s mouth, searching for every last taste of peppermint, finding it and the darker, exotic flavor that was pure Ross. He knew that his hair blocked a lot of this from Jenna’s sight but apparently it didn’t matter, because he could hear her small, excited noises.

  Ross pulled Dorian’s head back enough to meet his eyes. Their breath mingled under the curtain of his hair. Ross slid his fingers through that hair with a groan, letting enough firelight in to make his light eyes glitter. “More. Touch me again.”

  The naked, desperate need in those eyes stabbed into Dorian’s heart. A flash of nerves, painful and hesitant, rushed through him.

  Ross’s need ran so deep, Dorian was suddenly afraid they’d hurt him. Somehow make him leave. No. He shook his head.

  Ross misunderstood the gesture, Dorian realized, when the other man’s hands fell from his head, when gut-deep hurt flooded those beautiful blue eyes.

  “Oh no, Boss,” Dorian whispered. “I didn’t shake my head in response to your request.” He kissed him again, making sure Ross felt every hard and possessive second of it. “I was just a bit overwhelmed for a second. This means so much—you, Ross, mean so much. To both of us—Je
nna and me. We want you so badly.”

  Ross’s eyes flared wide and he lifted some of Dorian’s hair out of the way to look at Jenna. Dorian turned as well. Stark emotion making her cheeks nearly as red as her robe, Jenna’s eyes glittered. “Please don’t stop,” she whispered.

  Dorian grinned and turned back to lift his eyebrow at Ross. He reached with one hand to anchor Ross’s head in place. He wanted to watch every single thing on Ross’s face as he did this.

  Dorian slowly slid his hand down Ross’s chest, over tight, well-shaped muscles covered by a sprinkling of silky chest hair. He followed the hair down, down and just like that, wrapped his hand around Ross’s dick.

  Blue eyes flared wide before they closed. Ross’s head went back, his mouth open, baring that long throat to Dorian. It was an offering Dorian didn’t—couldn’t—resist. He opened his mouth over Ross’s warm throat, licking once before coming back up to watch his face.

  He felt Jenna touch his back. Looked at her as she stared at his hand on Ross’s cock. Ross couldn’t see her from this angle so when she grinned and held one finger over her lips, Dorian knew what she was about to do.

  Ross was gonna love this.

  Dorian let go, watched Ross frown, before his eyes went wide again as Jenna slid her mouth around his cock.

  Ross came up off the bed. “Fuck!”

  It took Dorian about two seconds to decide he didn’t know which one of them he wanted to watch most. The utter eroticism of Jenna’s lips wrapped around Ross’s dick, the way she moved up and down, her silky, blonde hair sliding over masculine hips—the glistening moisture on skin Dorian knew was feverishly hot and sensitive. The only thing that could have ripped his gaze from that sight was the play of emotions that crossed Ross’s face. His eyes were at first closed, his mouth tight as he bent his head back and groaned. Then his ice-blue eyes were wide open and staring up at him, at first glazed, then clearing as he grabbed handfuls of Dorian’s hair and pulled him back to his mouth.

  Fire. The man had fire behind his lips and he ravaged Dorian’s before pulling back to gasp and push his head just enough to the side so he could watch Jenna. Dorian gently pried one hand out of his hair and turned to watch too.

  Ross loved this, but so did Jenna. Her stunning green eyes slowly opened and she met Ross’s gaze, slowing her movements…the sight so incredible, Dorian groaned as if his own dick was inside that talented mouth. Ross reached his free hand down and slid his fingers into Jenna’s hair and she smiled at him with her eyes. Dorian thought Ross was about to stop her and he guessed Jenna did too because she started moving her mouth faster. Up and down. Ross’s eyes rolled back in his head as another of those sexy, rumbling growls ripped from his throat. “Wait,” he muttered. “I’m gonna—”

  “Trust me,” Dorian whispered. “You don’t want her to stop. She’s just warming up.”

  Ross’s eyes flew back open. He started to grin, then his mouth went slack, a strangled noise escaping his throat.

  She did it. Did that thing that turned Dorian into a gibberish-speaking, brain-dead pile of pleasure. He watched as Jenna opened her throat, took Ross in deep and hummed.

  Ross jackknifed, hissed and came.

  Dorian couldn’t stand it. He reached into his pants, grabbed himself and stroked. It only took two tugs to make him lose it. Groaning, he leaned over the bed, his cheek on Ross’s chest, barely noticing when Ross tightened the hand he still had in Dorian’s hair.

  “Holy shit,” Ross whispered.

  “Yeah,” Dorian said, trying to catch his breath.

  Chapter Six

  Jenna hadn’t known she could get this wet. Watching her two men kiss had touched her in ways she hadn’t expected. None of her fantasies had even come close to how hot that had been. The noises Ross made echoed in her head. She sat back, barely paying attention to the fact her robe had come untied, and just stared at Dorian lying across Ross—looking for any hint of upset in Ross’s expression.

  They’d double-teamed him in a way that really wasn’t fair.

  Yet, she didn’t regret one second of it.

  Dorian slowly turned his head and looked at her and his eyes darkened, his mouth falling open. “You look…oh my God, Jenna, you look so damned sexy.”

  Ross peeked around Dorian’s head, his own eyes narrowing, his nostrils flaring. She knew her hair was tangled, knew her cheeks were probably flushed. She probably looked like she’d just been fucked. Ross didn’t say anything and a part of her wished he would, wished he would reassure her that she and Dorian hadn’t screwed everything up.

  Her concern must have shown in her expression because Dorian straightened and Ross sat up so fast, he winced and fell back. She hurriedly crawled over him. “Are you okay? Did we hurt you?”

  Blue eyes glittered at her, then dropped before he reached up to cup her right breast. She looked down, realized her robe was hanging all the way open and didn’t care, because the reverent look on Ross’s face chased her worry away and sent heat to pool in her belly.

  He cupped and stroked before placing his other hand on her left breast. He brushed his thumbs over her nipples, then slid his hand down her side to touch her stomach. The arms she’d braced around his head began to tremble, her stomach quivered. And just over her head, she heard Dorian make a strangled noise. She slowly turned, met his gaze and saw the heat she felt to her core reflected back at her.

  Dorian moved toward her and slowly pulled the robe off her shoulders. She sat up to free her arms, a small smile twisting her lips when Ross didn’t take his hands from her breast and waist. The robe slid off her arms and Ross’s groan reverberated in her chest. He didn’t wince this time when he sat up and put his mouth on her shoulder, tasted her with his tongue. And then it was as if he couldn’t get enough. He opened his mouth on her collarbone, her neck and Jenna closed her eyes, tilted her head back.

  She loved kisses on her neck and in the next instant, her second favorite place to be kissed felt the touch of Dorian’s mouth as he crawled up on the bed behind her and opened his mouth at the top of her spine.

  “Ahhh,” she breathed, reaching her fingers down to touch herself.

  “No,” Ross whispered.

  She opened her eyes and found him looking at her there before he raised his gaze back to hers.

  “Let me.”

  Jenna bit her lip, fearing sensation overload as Dorian pushed aside her hair and nuzzled her neck, then leaned over her shoulder to watch as Ross put his hand between her legs.

  The moan that came out of her mouth echoed Ross’s as he slid his fingers between her folds and explored.

  “Soft. So lovely. Damn, Jenna.”

  She’d always wondered if he’d ever had sex with some nameless woman while out on his supply runs and now she burned with the question. Was this the first time he’d touched a woman there?

  Dorian’s breathing had picked up, too. She felt it against her back. He wrapped one hand around her upper arm, still watching Ross touch her. “There’s nothing like it, is there?” he murmured.

  Ross looked back up at Dorian. “I had no idea, none. I’d imagined, but this is…this is…” He broke off, blue eyes turning to her as he slid his finger inside her.

  Jenna cried out.

  He slid another finger inside her, groaned, the sound hoarse with need.

  She tilted her head, met Dorian’s gaze and saw that he was loving this as much as she was. There wasn’t a hint of jealousy, his generous spirit including Ross into their intimate world just as he said—like Ross belonged to them in this way, too.

  She came up higher on her knees until Ross’s fingers slid out of her. She placed her hands on his chest and gently pushed until he lay back on the bed. Straddling him, she leaned over and put her mouth on his, inhaling his air as it whooshed out of him before his tongue slid into her mouth, strong, sure. She slanted her mouth for a better fit and had her first taste of Ross, feeling Dorian’s hands on her hips as she positioned herself over Ross.

>   Before she slid that beautiful cock of his inside her, she pulled back.

  Jenna wanted to see his face when she did this.

  Ross was so bombarded with feelings and emotions, his brain barely functioned. All he could do was feel the velvet of Jenna’s skin just as he’d relished the taste of Dorian. His hand had never felt anything like that. She was hot, and silky, soft and tight. And wet. So wet.

  Her taste fired his blood in the same way Dorian’s taste had. Each of them unique and perfect.

  She sat with her legs on either side of his hips, the soft hair at the notch of her legs drawing his hand. He stroked her and wanted to put his fingers back inside her, wanted to put his dick inside her.

  Dorian’s dark hands slid around Jenna’s hips and Ross reached up with his other hand to touch Dorian’s fingers. Dark, dark eyes looked at him over Jenna’s shoulder and the heat Ross saw there, mirrored in Jenna’s green eyes, made his breath catch.

  Then Jenna reached down and guided his cock inside her.

  Engulfed in silken heat, he held his breath, threaded his fingers with Dorian’s and held on. She slid up and down, rubbing, caressing with that slippery warmth that gripped him tight. He ground his teeth and tried to pull his hand out of Dorian’s, afraid he’d break the man’s fingers, but Dorian wouldn’t let go. He had his open mouth on the place where Jenna’s neck met her shoulder, his hair spilling over her pale, beautiful skin. Jenna tilted her head back and brought one arm up and around Dorian, spearing her fingers in his hair. Cries tore from her throat as she moved on Ross. Her breasts, full and rosy-tipped, bobbed slightly with her movements.

  A sleek layer of sweat shone on her skin.

  He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

  He gritted his teeth harder, feeling the heat building like wildfire in his groin. He didn’t want this to stop. He wanted to watch her come before he did. He wanted his fingers on her clit, so he slid his fingers back into slippery folds, groaning at the feel of his dick sliding inside her. He found the small nub and pressed until she gasped, then he stroked, changing the pressure and the angles with the sounds of pleasure she made. Dorian let go of his other hand and cupped Jenna’s breasts.