Happy Hour: From the Black & White Collection

by Mari Carr

  “Shove over,” Trey said as he grabbed a condom from the nightstand. “I want my turn.”

  Jamie kissed Grace, a long, slow glide of lips and tongues. He had to fight to hold back the words I love you. He did and he would tell her, but they’d be alone when he did so.

  He pulled out, enjoying the clenching of her pussy fighting against his retreat. He moved to the side of the bed, his hand resting lightly on the curve of her breast.

  Trey took his place on top of her and Jamie smiled at the flush of her face as his friend ran his hand through her wet juices. “Damn, Grace.” His voice, when he spoke, was almost reverent.

  She grinned. “I told you guys it had been a long time.”

  “Guess we’re going to have to do some catching up then.” Trey placed his cock at her opening and Jamie watched her face as his friend entered her. Trey was right. Watching was hot.

  Grace’s lips were kiss-swollen, plump and red and Jamie felt drawn to them. He kissed her once, before turning her chin back to face Trey. “Watch him while he makes love to you.” He refused to call this fucking…any of it. It was so much more. Trey may resist those words, but that didn’t make them any less true.

  “Oh yeah,” Trey whispered and Jamie thought maybe he was wrong. Trey did get it.

  Jamie placed his mouth at the shell of Grace’s ear and whispered all the sexy, dirty things he wanted to do with her while Trey pounded into her body. He wasn’t sure what she was responding to more—his words or Trey’s thrusts, but as she began to thrash on the bed, out of control with her arousal, he knew he’d never seen a more beautiful sight. Grace didn’t do anything by half measures—not her job, the raising of her daughter, her friendships, the way she made love. She was with them in this fantasy one hundred percent and he wanted to make sure tonight was a night she’d never forget.

  “Come for us, angel,” Jamie urged. “Let Trey feel how tight that pussy can go.”

  His words triggered the response in her and Trey’s harsh, “Fuck. Jesus. Fuck,” let him know his friend was a goner as well.

  He watched her come apart in Trey’s arms and was surprised when his cock stirred at the image. He’d never get enough of her. Her eyes drifted closed as Trey withdrew and fell to her side.

  For several moments, he watched as they fought to catch their breath, then he listened as Grace’s deepened with sleep. He pushed up on his elbow to look down at her, surprised to find Trey still awake. He’d expected his friend to have followed Grace into dreamland.

  Trey was silent for a few moments before he shook his head slowly. “You are one lucky bastard.”

  Jamie grinned at his friend’s comment, then said a silent prayer those words were true. “Not yet,” he whispered.

  “She’s your girl, J. She has been for a while now. The timing just wasn’t right.”

  He shrugged. “And now it is?”

  “Sure it is. You okay with this?” Trey gestured at himself, lying next to Grace.

  He nodded. He was okay with it. For one night. Just tonight. He could tell from the look on Trey’s face that last part didn’t need to be said. “Didn’t think I would be. Still not quite sure how you got added into the mix.”

  Trey grinned. “That’s just the way I roll.”

  Jamie chuckled at Trey’s line. “We better get some sleep. Something tells me she’s not finished with us yet.”

  “I hope not,” Trey added. “I’m only getting one night with her, so I’m gonna make it count.” Trey looked down at Grace and Jamie was pleased to see the genuine affection on his friend’s face. “She’s incredible.”

  Jamie lay down beside Grace and tried not to pump a victory fist in the air when she rolled toward him, wrapping her arm around his waist, using his chest as a pillow. The last thing he heard before he drifted off to sleep was Trey murmuring, “Lucky bastard,” again.

  Grace opened her eyes, struggling to make out her surroundings in the dark room. For a split second, she panicked, feeling as though she was suffocating. A loud snore to the left brought reality crashing down. She wasn’t being smothered. She was merely surrounded by two large, hard bodies.

  She couldn’t stop the grin that crossed her face when she remembered exactly where she was and what she’d done. She’d participated in a threesome…and it had been fan-fucking-tastic. She’d expected to feel guilt, remorse, something negative, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of wonder and excitement the night had brought.

  She was a single woman with a healthy sex drive that had been too long denied. Trey and Jamie would protect her privacy and her reputation, so Grace didn’t have to worry about anyone except the three of them being privy to the night’s activities. Jamie’s arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer as Trey’s hand rested on her left breast. The closeness sent images of what had passed between them through her mind and the memories were accompanied by more fantasies.

  Oh yeah, she wanted more.

  She was becoming a sex maniac. Jamie’s leg was tangled between hers and she couldn’t resist the devil prodding her to wake up the hot man and demand a little more action. If one night was all she was going to have, she was certainly going to make sure she didn’t leave this room regretting the things they didn’t do.

  Reaching down, she found Jamie’s cock firmer than she would have thought. A small giggle escaped as she wondered what her hot PE teacher was dreaming about. Was he already reliving their sexcapades? She knew she would spend many, many nights to come masturbating with her vibrator to the memories of their touches, their kisses.

  As she grasped his cock, it grew harder, but Jamie didn’t wake. She slowly stroked his flesh as she sought Trey’s dick with her other hand. He was also sleeping at half-mast and she wondered if their cocks ever took a rest. There were so many things about the male psyche she’d forgotten. Six years in a house of only two females left her feeling at a loss for how a man’s body worked.

  “Mmm,” Jamie hummed in her ear. “Need a little more study time, teach?”

  She laughed quietly. “Would you mind?”

  He pushed his cock against her palm, the appendage growing even larger. “What do you think?”

  Trey’s gruff voice sounded before she could answer. “I think you need to stop talking so much. I’m having this shit-hot dream about a woman jacking me off and I don’t want you to wake me up.”

  Grace glanced over at Trey’s face, provoking a groan as she tightened her grip. “Wanna play some more?” she asked.

  Trey didn’t answer. He merely reached over, gripping her face in his large palm. Pulling her closer, he kissed her deeply.

  As Trey seduced her with his lips, Jamie ran his hand along her thigh, grasping her knee and enticing her to open her legs. “Let me in.”

  She gasped against Trey’s mouth as Jamie slid two fingers into her pussy. “Damn, Grace. You feel so good.”

  Trey allowed her to pull away a small distance, resting his forehead against hers. “How do you want to do this, Grace? It’s your night. Anything you ask for is yours.”

  Her mind went wild with the possibilities. “Can I suck your cock while Jamie fucks me from behind?”

  “Holy shit. Yeah,” Jamie said, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder.

  Trey winked at her. “Sounds like you picked a winner.” He sat up as he spoke until his back rested against the headboard of the bed. “Get on your hands and knees.”

  She crawled between Trey’s outstretched legs, bending forward to kiss him once more.

  She shivered as Jamie ran his hand along her bare bottom. “God, you’ve got a gorgeous ass,” he murmured.

  “Mmm. Did you say something?” she asked as both men started laughing.

  “Looks like you hit on a winner too, Jamie,” Trey said. He gripped her upper arms tightly, holding her still as he kissed her once more.

  “Oh, I’m about to hit on someone,” Jamie said, rubbing her ass suggestively.

  She looked back over her shoulder at him and narro
wed her eyes. “I’m hearing a lot of talk and seeing very little action.”

  Jamie grinned at her challenge. “Begging for it, aren’t you?”

  She wiggled her ass as she shrugged and Trey laughed. “Jesus, you two are a matched set, that’s for damn sure.”

  Grace felt warmth permeate her soul with Trey’s words. As Jamie’s fingers dipped into her pussy, she realized she was wetter than she’d ever been in her life. She could feel her arousal sliding along her upper thighs. It was as if Jamie had found the switch to a sexual energy source she didn’t know she possessed.

  She pulled away from Trey, bending down and taking his cock into her mouth with no preamble, no discussion. Trey jerked at her hungry actions and his hands tangled in her hair as she sucked on him.

  She was only slightly cognizant of Jamie moving behind her. She heard the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open and then finally she felt the head of Jamie’s cock prodding her entrance. She began to move faster on Trey’s dick, taking him deeper, using her tongue to stroke his sensitive flesh as Jamie pushed relentlessly in.

  She groaned as Jamie began his steady, perfect thrusting. Soon, their motions took on a pattern, Jamie’s cock stroking her to the hilt in unison with each deep pass she made on Trey. As the sensations built, so did the speed, each of them reduced to pure animal instinct as they reached for the climaxes they needed, wanted, demanded.

  Trey went over first, his burst of come triggering the response Grace had been waiting for. She swallowed and then trembled as she came as well. Jamie moaned as her pussy clenched his cock, but he didn’t give up his pace or his hard, glorious stroking. Her body began to respond once more to his continued fucking and as she came again, his fingers tightened on her hips and she listened as he gave into his climax.

  “God,” he cried, his voice betraying his relief, as well as the impact of the orgasm on his body.

  Grace’s arms gave out and she collapsed between Trey’s legs, her head resting on his thigh. She felt his hand running through her hair, almost absentmindedly. A quick glance up showed he’d thrown his head back against the headboard and closed his eyes. Jamie had rolled to the side, his arm wrapped around her waist from behind. She could feel his harsh exhalations against her neck as he attempted to catch his breath.

  None of them spoke for several minutes, but to Grace, the moment wasn’t awkward. It was peaceful, blissful.

  Trey’s hand stilled, resting heavily on her head and she grinned as she realized he’d dozed off, leaning, rather than lying in the bed.

  Jamie leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the back of her head. “You’re amazing, angel,” he whispered.

  She didn’t move, didn’t turn. His words were too precious, too perfect and she didn’t want him to see the happy tears clouding her eyes. He’d given her this night.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” she murmured, trying to keep the moment light, but knowing the husky sound of her voice must have given her away.

  He tightened his grip on her waist, pulling until she turned to face him. At her movement, Trey mumbled something in his sleep and rolled the opposite direction, settling in the bed, but not rousing.

  “I swear that guy could sleep through an earthquake. Whenever we travel with the basketball team, he’s the first one out every night and I’m the one patrolling the halls and telling the athletes to quiet down.” Jamie wrapped his arm around her shoulder as she gave up Trey’s leg for Jamie’s chest as a pillow. She was amazed by how natural it felt to lie with him in bed like this.

  They’d been good friends for years, but she’d never let herself consider trading up on that relationship for something more. Not that Jamie was looking at this evening as anything more than a once-in-a-lifetime adventure. They’d made that clear in the parking lot of Tully’s. It was a one-night stand. She’d never had one of those and now that dawn was approaching, she understood why. She didn’t fall into bed with strangers because sex meant something. At least it did to her. The men flanking her, however, were of a different generation—one that seemed more casual, more relaxed in their sexual relationships.

  She tried to harden her heart, resign herself to the inevitable goodbye that was looming in the next few hours. She would have to find a way to thank them for the night and then walk away. Facing them at work on Monday was bound to be difficult, but there was no way she was going to let this perfect night mar several year’s worth of wonderful friendships.

  She was an adult. She could do this.

  “Penny for your thoughts,” Jamie whispered, kissing her forehead lightly.

  She considered brushing off his question, but she’d grown used to talking to Jamie, telling him her worries, her thoughts, her day-to-day happenings. “I was just thinking Monday will feel a bit weird.”

  He placed his hand on her chin, tipping her face up until she was looking at him. “No, Grace. It’s not going to be weird. I know Trey said this was a one-night stand, but that only applies to him.”

  Grace felt her heart begin to race as she wondered what Jamie had in mind until he spoke again.

  “Spend the day with me tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow?”

  “Just you and me. You didn’t have any plans for the weekend, did you?”

  She shook her head, trying to wrap her head around exactly what Jamie was asking for. “Cheryl and I talked about going shopping, but we never made any solid plans. I don’t think she’ll mind pushing it back another weekend.”

  “Awesome,” he said. “I thought I’d pull some chicken out of the freezer and we can grill out. Maybe rent a couple of movies and lounge on the couch all day.”

  “Just hang out?”

  “Sound good?” he asked.

  “Sounds perfect.” And it did.

  Chapter Six

  Jamie grinned at her response, then bent down and kissed her gently. She fought to remember this was just one weekend of fantasies, but it was hard when Jamie kissed her as if she were the most precious person on the planet. They were a perfect fit and tonight had solidified that knowledge in her mind and in her heart. She knew Jamie was only thinking of this relationship in the short-term and she wasn’t sure he was wrong as a million tiny reasons why this wouldn’t work began pushing their way through her brain. Shoving the worries aside, she closed her eyes more tightly and gave herself up to his touches. He and Trey were giving her a night she’d never forget. There would be plenty of time to deal with the consequences later.

  He bent down to claim her lips once more and soon the kisses took on a decidedly hotter tone and his tongue explored her mouth while his hands traveled all the previously uncharted territory on her body. There was no part of her he left untouched as he stroked her back, fondled her breasts, tickled her stomach. When his fingers slid through the slit of her ass, she lifted her leg, wrapping it around his waist, opening herself to him.

  The tip of his index finger paused at the opening of her anus and she sucked in a surprised breath. He pulled away from her lips to look at her.

  “Never played around there?” Jamie asked.

  She shook her head.

  “Never wanted to play around there?” he clarified and she grinned.

  “Let’s just say I’ve never had an offer.”

  He wiggled his finger and she was surprised by the dark, but definitely intriguing, sensations that touch provoked. He bent down to kiss her cheek, his lips moving slowly toward her ear. His breath was hot when he whispered. “I’m offering.”

  She was motionless for several seconds before she remembered to start breathing again.

  “What would that offer entail?” She needed details.

  “Tonight it would involve just my finger. You aren’t ready for anything more than that.”

  His words were a challenge whether he realized it or not. There was a small, impractical part of her that always reared up whenever someone told her there was something she couldn’t do. Drew used to tell her she was going to get herself killed
with her recklessness when she was younger, but she was fairly certain anal sex didn’t fall into that life-threatening category. She’d thought motherhood had calmed the daredevil inside, but that didn’t appear to be true.

  “What if I want more?”

  Jamie’s eyes narrowed as he studied her face. “Grace—” he started.

  “If he won’t give you what you want, I will.” Trey’s sleepy voice drifted over her shoulder and Jamie sighed.

  Grace turned to look at the other man, trying to calm the nerves assaulting her. While it had been a safe discussion with Jamie, she had no doubt Trey would give her everything she asked for, regardless of whether she should ask for it or not. He was still young enough to think the world was his oyster and damn the consequences. She, however, had acquired a healthy dose of fear with age.

  “I thought you were asleep.”

  Trey shrugged. “I was for a few minutes, but it’s kind of hard to get any rest with you two pawing each other like a couple of teenagers. You act like your parents are gonna get home any minute and you have to have a lifetime of sex in ten minutes.”

  His words would have been true before Jamie’s invitation to spend the day with him tomorrow. She had felt an urgency, a need to squeeze every bit of experience she could out of this single night.

  “Now about this anal sex thing—” Trey started.

  “Trey.” Jamie’s voice was laced with warning and Grace worried about the friends coming to blows over her damned impulsiveness.

  “I wouldn’t mind doing a little experimenting in that area,” she confessed. While the words were true, there was still the niggling fear in the pit of her stomach chastising her for giving them the green light.

  “Grace. I was just teasing you.” Jamie’s lie wasn’t very convincing and neither she nor Trey acknowledged it.

  “You have any lube, J?” Trey’s question sliced through Grace like ice water.

  “Lube?” she asked.

  Trey gave her an all-too-knowing grin and she realized he was calling her bluff. Once again, the devil prodded.

  “If we do this, I want Jamie to—” she paused, unable to say the words.