“Let’s say both,” Seth told him with a predatory grin.
“She was still underage when her grandfather purchased that violin!” His righteous indignation indicated he was close to losing control. “It was locked inside my office for safekeeping. The night she left home, she broke in and took it without permission.”
Joshua’s arrogance was on full display. “Was she of age when she left home?”
“That’s beside the point.”
“No,” Seth countered. “That is the point. If you were keeping her possessions from her after she’d come of age, she had every right to take them back.”
Trevor clenched his hands, his face turning a frightening shade of red. “Her grandfather’s estate was in trust until she turned twenty-one.”
Joshua fidgeted, shifting his stance in a tiny movement she would’ve never seen had she not been so aware of him. Understanding hit her like a ton of bricks. They were working her father. They didn’t know any of the details surrounding her family problems. They were working him with bits and pieces they’d gleaned from what little she’d told them and their knowledge of the system.
“Since she’s several years past twenty-one now, don’t you think this conversation is a little out of line?” Seth’s hand sliced the air in a gesture of finality. “Or would you like to pursue it in a deposition format?”
Leslie felt like the worst kind of idiot. Talia had been right. If she’d just come clean from the beginning, she would’ve saved herself hours of useless worrying. Not to mention these two fantastic men would’ve been much better prepared to handle this awkward conversation with her overbearing father. Not caring who noticed, she reached out and took their hands, squeezing tightly until she got a squeeze in return.
“Damn right I will.” Her father was already beginning to back off. “My legal team will be contacting you first thing Monday morning.”
Joshua gave her father a cold smile. “We’ll be looking forward to it.”
Trevor didn’t waste any time beating a path to the nearest exit. Once he was gone, Erik let loose a snort of laughter.
“Shut up, Aasen.” Seth’s grin didn’t match his surly tone of voice. “We don’t need any comments from the ‘rich man.’”
Mortified by her father’s idiotic behavior, Leslie buried her face in her hands. “I wish we could go home.”
Joshua perked up at the suggestion. “We can’t go home just yet, sweetheart, but we can blow this party and head back to the hotel.”
Talia pulled away from Erik and folded her into a warm hug. “Call me before you leave. And thank you so much for giving me the chance to do this with you.”
Leslie wrapped her arms around her friend’s shorter frame and wished life hadn’t placed them in two different cities. “I’ve missed you. Plan a trip back to Boston before long, won’t you?”
Talia gave her an impish grin. “I think it’ll be just as easy for you to come visit me here.”
Leslie puzzled over the enigmatic statement. Erik and Talia owned houses in both New York and Boston. Surely it was easier for them to go back and forth between Talia’s performances? Erik swept his wife out the door before she could ask for an explanation.
Seth pressed a kiss to the center of her palm. “I think we’ve got some lost time to make up for.” His whisky brown eyes were warmer than she’d seen them in days, and the sight made her pulse race.
“What, exactly, would you be referring to?”
Joshua leaned down until he could murmur in her ear, “Maybe he’s talking about the night of hot sex he missed because he was passed out.”
Seth used his other hand to smack Joshua on the back of his head. “Thanks for the reminder. Next time you do something stupid, I’ll be sure to bring it up over and over.” His expression grew serious. “We do have a lot of talking to do, Leslie. All three of us. This can never happen again.”
Her father had blindsided them because she’d deliberately kept them in the dark. It didn’t take a genius to determine that she hadn’t picked the wisest path in this situation. The way Seth talked, there were things they’d been keeping from her too.
Waiting for the other shoe to drop was getting awfully old.
Chapter Twenty-one
“I owe you an apology.” Seth wished there was a fireplace in the Park View Suite. This was a conversation that would’ve been better if the three of them could snuggle up before a warm fire instead of lined up on a sofa before a cold bank of dark windows.
Leslie wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her chin on top. “I’ve had a few hangovers in my time. I don’t doubt you’re sorry.”
Joshua snorted. “He should be kissing your feet for how incredibly sensitive you were last night.”
“You certainly weren’t going to cut him much slack.”
Seth figured his best friend had done more than most guys would have. Joshua had rescued him from making an even bigger ass of himself in the hotel bar. Not to mention dragging him into the elevator, down the hall, and into the room without major incident. It was the feminine portion of the population that thought about choking on vomit, dehydration, and waking up on a cold, hard floor.
“I should have told you about La Bella Ragazza from the beginning.” Her words tumbled out. “I’ve been keeping the secret for almost fifteen years. I didn’t think of it as a lie, but it was. And you both stepped in to help me anyway. I was an idiot. If I’d told you sooner, we could’ve avoided that ridiculous scene with my father.”
Seth chucked her under the chin. “Yeah, it was a shock to find out we were dating a rich trust-fund baby.”
Leslie sat stiffly, as if she were trying to sit between them without touching. “More like clueless trust-fund baby. I was so afraid of losing the violin to my father that I never even looked into the possibility of Grandfather’s will protecting it and me.” She looked ready to face a firing squad. “I suppose you’re going to want your full legal fees for Niles’s case now that you know I can pay you.”
Was she serious? Did she believe for one moment Seth cared about the money they would’ve netted from representing Niles? If she did, it was his fault for making her think she had to promise him something precious in exchange for nothing more than his time. For making her think they wouldn’t have taken the case anyway just based on principle.
“Seth?” A frown creased the skin between her eyebrows.
He touched her hair, picking up the silky strands and bringing them to his lips. “Leslie, Joshua and I represented Niles pro bono. There was never any fee attached.”
She stilled. “I signed a contract with your firm. I’ve been paying you from the Trio’s earnings.”
Seth felt like the biggest liar on the planet. “You signed a basic representation contract. The wording made us able to promise you legal protection. And anyone who questioned your presence in our home could’ve viewed it as part of our agreement to cover necessary operating expenses.”
Her face paled several shades, though her expression was neutral.
“I was trying to protect your reputation.” Making excuses wasn’t helping Seth feel better about what he’d done.
“And keeping the both of you from being disbarred,” she said quietly.
“Although Seth couldn’t foresee it, that agreement you signed made everything that happened with your father aboveboard,” Joshua pointed out. “We really are your lawyers, in a manner of speaking.”
Seth cupped her cheek in his hand, trying to pull her out of the shell she’d retreated into. “And your lovers in everything else.”
“What did you do with the money I gave you?”
“I deposited it in an investment account under your name.”
“Oh my God. All this time I thought there was a business arrangement underlying everything. In reality there was nothing.” She rocked back and forth, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Not nothing, Leslie.” Her words ripped him in two. “Don’t ever say nothing.”
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br /> “I feel so stupid,” she whispered.
Seth couldn’t stand it anymore. He pulled her into his lap. She resisted at first, pushing against his chest. He refused to give in, tilting her head back and kissing her as if he could mark her in that way, convince her that she belonged with them.
She parted her lips, and he swept his tongue inside her mouth. It rubbed alongside hers, teasing until she was pulling at him instead of pushing. She made soft noises in the back of her throat, the sounds driving him insane with desire.
The couch dipped, and Joshua joined them. It was satisfying to have her sandwiched between the two of them. When Seth pulled back from their kiss, Josh leaned in and coaxed her mouth open. She yielded with a soft cry, and he deepened the kiss. Seth was close enough that he could see her chest rise and fall beneath the thin material of her T-shirt.
“Wait.” She dragged in a deep breath and turned away from Joshua. “I want to do something.”
Seth’s first instinct was to take control, but Leslie was coming into her own feminine power. He had a strong sense it was worth finding out what she had in mind. When she got up and pulled her T-shirt over her head, he decided it didn’t matter.
She shimmied out of her borrowed sweats and then put her thumbs in the sides of her panties and drew them down over her hips. Her legs were long, her skin a creamy expanse of perfection that dimpled around her knees. Her breasts jiggled with each movement, her nipples turning into hard little points. Seth’s brain was going into sensual overload. By the time she stood naked before them, he would’ve done anything she asked.
“Your turn.”
Seth was momentarily distracted by the patch of red pubic hair on her mound. It was Joshua who leaped to his feet and yanked his slacks down and off, practically tripping over his own boxer shorts in his eagerness.
Leslie laughed, the husky noise full of feminine promise. “You too, Seth. I need you naked for this to work.”
He stood, unashamed of how attractive he found the sight of their naked bodies. Leslie was the picture of feminine sexuality, but Joshua’s tall, athletic body was like a golden statue. His skin was tanned a honey color that shimmered beneath the lights. His body was smooth, with a golden trail of hair that started at his navel and ended in a short nest at his groin. His legs were tightly muscled, his abs a work of art, and his pectorals tense with the desire to pick up the woman at his side and bury his long cock in her hot pussy.
Seth stretched, enjoying the way Leslie devoured him with her eyes as he unzipped his pants and gently removed them and his boxers. He deliberately took his time, creasing the slacks and draping them over a nearby chair. Behind him, he could hear Joshua’s chuckle and Leslie’s noise of impatience.
“Sit there.” She gestured to the couch. “Close enough that I can reach both of you.”
An inkling of her intention gleamed in her dark eyes, and Seth felt a jolt as precum gushed from his cock and left a slick trail down his belly. They sat side by side, Seth on the right, Joshua on the left. Both drew one leg up onto the seat, their knees brushing.
Joshua’s cock quivered, and a shiny drop of precum glistened at the hole. Seth watched, mesmerized as Leslie knelt and gripped his shaft. Every ounce of his focus sank into the point of contact. He clutched the seat with his hands to keep himself under control. When she leaned over and licked the precum from his stomach, Seth’s balls grew painfully tight.
Beside him, Joshua groaned, his hips thrusting against the hand Leslie had wrapped around his shaft. She slid the head of his cock into her mouth. Seth wanted the same for himself, but watching her pleasure Josh was erotic. Tension rippled down Josh’s abdomen, and he braced his body against Seth’s as Leslie sucked his cock.
Seth’s erection grew more insistent. Leslie had an iron hold around his shaft, and his balls burned with the need to release. Josh’s face grew taut, one hand gripping the back of the sofa and the other stabbing into her soft hair. Her lips brushed across his skin, and she took as much of him into her mouth as she could. Just when Seth thought he’d die, Josh’s cock slid from her lips and bounced against his belly. His skin glistened with her saliva, and he was breathing deeply to keep control.
She looked up and met Seth’s gaze. “Your turn.”
His belly clenched, desire stringing him tight and making every nerve in his body fire at once. He moaned as she took the length of his shaft into her mouth until he bumped the back of her throat.
Joshua caressed her hair, holding it back so they could both watch her lips slide up and down Seth’s shaft. She moaned, and the vibration from her throat shimmered over Seth’s cock like a brand.
Seth wanted her body splayed between them like an offering, but she wasn’t done with her sweet mouth. Tugging their cocks, she pulled them so close that their sensitive skin brushed. Using the flat of her tongue, she laved over their joined heads. Sleek heat scorched its way up Seth’s spine. He could feel the wetness of her tongue and the searing presence of his partner’s cock at the same time.
She took them both into her hot mouth, their flesh sliding past her full lips and against her teeth until they were both fighting not to lose control. Seth closed his eyes, his hand joining Joshua’s on the back of her head.
“More,” Seth begged. “Suck us harder.”
Her head bobbed, her mouth making wet noises as she fucked them with lips and tongue, mimicking the thrust of their cocks into her tight pussy.
Joshua groaned. “Fuck, I need to come.”
As if he’d issued a challenge, Leslie increased her pace to make him climax in her mouth. The friction sent Seth spiraling toward his release, and he fought for his self-control, torn between a desire to lose his seed to her clever mouth or wait for her hot pussy.
Joshua gripped his arm and convulsed as he climaxed. Leslie’s throat undulated against their shafts as she swallowed Joshua’s ejaculate. Her tongue spread the silky fluid over Seth’s sensitive flange. He couldn’t hold back anymore. The sensation sent him over the edge, and he groaned, spurting his own cum into her waiting mouth.
When they’d both stopped gasping for air, she pulled back and licked the remnants of their mingled fluids from their skin. Her warm smile seemed to radiate from her whole body. “Even your tastes go together.”
Seth glanced at Joshua, knowing he didn’t need to tell him what should come next. They pulled her naked body into their laps. Lowering their heads, they each took a nipple in their teeth, their heads brushing as they suckled her full breasts.
She was soft and warm in Seth’s mouth, her sweet skin tasting of both his and Joshua’s sweat, laced with her own unique feminine flavor. Her nipple peaked as he suckled and rolled it with his tongue.
Her back arched, and she pushed against them, her hands tangling in their hair until Seth could feel her nails score his scalp. He burned with the desire to fuck her sweet pussy and watch Joshua do the same. Though he’d come only minutes earlier, his shaft was swelling. Joshua was in the same state. Her mouth wasn’t enough. They wanted her hot depths. Seth longed to watch her orgasm while Joshua thrust his shaft deep inside.
He let go of her nipple with a soft pop, shifting her so her hips rested close to Joshua’s body. His partner automatically angled for entry. Leslie was gasping for air, her eyes closed and her breasts heaving.
Seth slid down her belly, pulling her legs apart and spreading her labia. Joshua used one hand to delve into her sweet pussy.
“She’s so wet, Seth. So fucking ready.” Joshua shook with the desire to penetrate her.
“Wait.” Seth leaned over and pressed a kiss to her sweet lips. “We’re going to make you come, Leslie.”
She whimpered and rotated her hips. Her head moved restlessly against Seth’s thighs, and he ground his teeth against the sensual torture. Spreading her slit open, he used two fingers to press her sensitive clit just as Joshua plunged deep into her slick channel.
Watching his partner’s cock disappear inside Leslie’s sweet body was pl
easure and pain all at once. Joshua’s belly flexed, his cock thrusting in and out. With his fingers still rubbing her clit, Seth could feel her orgasm building. Her pussy drew tighter and clung to Joshua’s shaft before she came hard and fast.
Her moan ripped through Seth like a jagged knife. He had to force himself off the precipice, back down to a point where he had some semblance of control. He watched Joshua ride her sweet, vaginal contractions. The earlier ejaculation gave his partner the stamina to push her past her orgasm onto the next plateau.
Seth’s hands shook with anticipation. He needed to be inside Leslie. Joshua’s cock slid free with a wet, suckling noise, and he groaned. Leslie cried out in protest and wrapped her hands around Joshua’s arms. He murmured soft words, lowering his mouth to hers and placing gentle kisses on her rosy lips.
Adjusting his position on the sofa seat, Seth gazed at her spread pussy. Her juices gleamed against the delicate flesh. The labia were swollen, her clit protruding for attention. Her vagina clenched, the petals closing and then parting in invitation.
Sweat beaded on Seth’s forehead and shoulders, dripping down his spine to pool in the hollow of his lower back. Blood roared in his ears, and he counted backwards from ten to center himself. Tilting her hips, he pushed past her entrance. She made a high-pitched noise that shredded what was left of his control. Thrusting hard, he slid the rest of the way inside her pussy with one long stroke.
Once fully inside, he had to stop. His cock was throbbing. She was hot, tight, and wet beyond endurance. Her muscular channel massaged his shaft until his balls were clenched against climax. He was almost afraid to move, as if one motion might send him over the edge.
Joshua adjusted Leslie, lifting her until her back rested against his chest. The change shifted Seth back onto the couch cushions. His partner wore a look of sheer determination. He gripped Seth’s hips in his big hands. Seconds later he began moving Seth’s body against Leslie’s.
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