Mind (Naughty Wishes #3)

by Joey W. Hill

  “So now that I’m fucking you, you want to know if I’m going to think it’s okay to fuck Tyree when he’s in town? Or any other guy that makes my dick sit up and pay attention?”

  Chris’s lips tightened, but he didn’t answer.

  “Do you think Sam will ask us that question about other women?” Geoff raised a brow. “Or will she just assume it’s a given we’ll be faithful to her, unless we’d like our genitals hacked up with a butcher knife?”

  “Don’t be an asshole,” Chris said quietly. “I just need to know.”

  “Do you think I’d cheat on Sam with other women, now that things are in play with her?”

  “No.” Chris’s answer was immediate, and relieved Geoff immensely. But he pasted on a harder look, just to get his point across, and sauntered—yes, sauntered naked—over to stand right in front of Chris again. When Chris started to get up, Geoff put a hand on his chest and shoved him, pushing him back on the bed and stretching out next to him in one deliberate move, curling his fingers in Chris’s hair, the other hand spread out on his chest.

  “Then why do you think I’d treat you any differently?”

  A muscle ticked in Chris’s jaw. “I just wanted to be clear.”

  “Absolutely. Let’s be clear. I should have hit you a lot harder with that belt.” Geoff leaned in, met him eye to eye, breath caressing his face. “You’re mine, and nobody else is going to stick his dick in you unless he wants me to personally cut it off and feed it to him. I’ll make you watch, just so you get the point.”

  Chris blinked. “I think I’d prefer you just to punch them out and try to punch me out. Less prison time and national news coverage.”

  “Try to punch you out. Yeah, right.” Geoff’s fingers tightened in his hair. “I’ve been clear, so you be clear. Say what you want to say.”

  Chris reached up and skimmed his fingertips along Geoff’s jaw before curling his hand in a loose fist on his breastbone. He tapped Geoff, a light tattoo. “No one but me and Sam. Now and forever.”

  “You got it. You need it in blood, or should I draw up a formal contract?”

  “Asshole.” Chris was done being pushed around. He rolled over Geoff, setting off a wrestling match. Geoff gave him a run for his money, but in this position, Chris had the advantage in bulk. When he was eventually sitting on Geoff and they were fighting with hands like a couple of boxers, they were both laughing too hard to do much damage, though Chris accidentally slipped past Geoff’s guard and bumped his jaw hard enough to elicit an “Ow” and an aggrieved look from Geoff. A look that became something else as his gaze slid down Chris’s body.

  “Looks like we’re ready for that second round you wanted.”

  Chris nodded, closing his eyes as Geoff wrapped his hand around his erect cock, working it in slow, easy moves. “Yeah, there you go. Getting harder for me, aren’t you, big guy? Gonna put all this up my ass?”

  “Yeah,” Chris said hoarsely. “But I’ve never done that. I did the fingers-and-plug thing with Sam.”

  “It’s pretty much the same. A round peg in a round hole.” Geoff figured it was the strain in his voice that had Chris opening his eyes again and studying him. “Get the lube out of the drawer of my nightstand.” Geoff eyed Chris’s dick. “Make sure you use lots of it.”

  Chris grinned and leaned over, retrieving the lube. Seeing muscles ripple and stretch at that proximity had Geoff skimming his hands over Chris’s chest, to his hips. Sitting back, Chris studied the lube. “Girls are lucky. They come with their own natural version. Not as sexy to be slapping this on when you want to be inside someone right then.”

  “Depends on how you do it,” Geoff said. “Did you think about me rubbing it on myself when I had you bent over the bench?”

  “Yeah.”

  Geoff raised his attention from the lube in Chris’s hand, poised over his erection, to the thoughtful eyes. “I’d like to see you do it.”

  Squirting lube in his hand, Chris cupped it around his stiff organ and began to slick it on under Geoff’s intent scrutiny. The attention worked Chris up further, but that was a two-way street. Geoff could feel his own cock hardening and thickening where Chris was sitting on it, his buttocks shifting in a friction that had Geoff gritting his teeth at the mounting sexual frustration.

  Chris moistened his lips. “You said you’d usually done the pitching. Does this mean I’m the first? Like you were with me?”

  Geoff had never been big on the whole virgin thing, but recalling the inexplicable delight of knowing he was the first inside Chris, he bit back chagrin. “I wish I could give you that gift,” he said quietly. “But I did it a couple of times, in the beginning. I wanted to know what it felt like, to make sure I never did it too rough or the wrong way, especially if I was doing it in a session, where someone might be restrained and gagged.”

  It was sensible, but he could tell Chris was disappointed. Geoff closed his fingers on his forearm. “Come down here.”

  Chris set the lube aside and braced himself over Geoff’s face. Geoff threaded his fingers through the fall of hair on his forehead and tugged lightly. It was profound, lying here beneath Chris, staring up into his face, the intimacy between them as comfortable and necessary as their friendship was. The wonder was that they’d waited this long.

  “Sex is sex,” Geoff said. “Nothing more, nothing less. But when the heart gets involved, it becomes way the hell more. Tyree was sex.” He moved his touch to Chris’s shoulders, gripped hard. “He’s actually been back to the office five times in the past year, but we didn’t, not after those first two times. He made the mistake of mentioning he’d gotten married. I put the brakes on immediately. He told me it didn’t matter to his spouse, the usual We have an open relationship bullshit.”

  When Chris rolled his eyes, Geoff dropped his hand to the fine pelt of chest hair on Chris’s broad chest. “Yeah. I told him to get his husband on the phone so he could tell me that directly. Tyree wouldn’t do it, big shock, so that was the end of our arrangement.”

  As Chris’s gaze kindled, Geoff nodded. “You know who and what I am, Chris. You know I’d never hurt you like that. I wish you were my first, but to my mind you are. You’re the first I’ve allowed . . . to take control. Tyree, Robert, Alex, all that was sex. Dinner and a little entertainment. Tyree was no more inside my heart or head than anyone else. You, on the other hand, have been in my head and heart for a long time. Now you’re in my bed. Okay?”

  In answer, Chris bent over him and put his mouth on his. Thank God. Geoff slid his hand to the back of his neck, massaging as Chris explored, discovering what it was like to enjoy a man’s mouth at his leisure. He was damn good at it for a novice. When Chris curled his hand around Geoff’s cock, Geoff growled.

  “You don’t do this soon, I’m going to take over,” he muttered. “Some of us haven’t gotten off yet.”

  Chris’s grin was dangerous and sexy at once. “Should I do this with you on your back, or the other way? What way works best for you?”

  “It’s your fantasy, big guy.” Geoff passed his fingers over his lips. “How do you want me?”

  “Can we do both?”

  Geoff laughed. “Sure we can. Just not at the same time.”

  Chris thought it over in that careful, slow way he did, then he offered Geoff a hand to help him sit up. His fingers tightened on Geoff while his other hand dropped to caress Geoff’s hip, exerting pressure to turn him over onto hands and knees. It wasn’t entirely natural for Geoff, because the instinct to top was so strong. However, the curiosity and lust in Chris’s gaze, as well as Geoff’s desire to make up for the hurt of Chris not being his first, to offer him something for allowing Geoff to be his first, put all that aside.

  “Just guide it in. There are a couple of rings of muscles there, just like it was for you. You never shove when it comes to anal sex. Take your time and wait to feel those muscles release. I’ll push out, and . . .” Geoff let out a blissful curse when Chris stretched him and pushed through, so e
asily it was a pleasurable torment. The guy who could handle the fragile body of a bird in his hand would never be too rough when the moment called for a gentle touch. And his care in this context was erotic as hell.

  “Never mind. You’re doing just fine . . . Jesus.” Geoff sucked in a breath at the size of him, the sensation as Chris pulled back, pushed back in, so slow and provocative Geoff’s cock felt as if it was going to split its too-tight skin. Chris reached under him, gripping him with his big hand, and Geoff arched into him in reaction, impaling himself deeper on Chris’s organ. “Fuck . . . need a condom . . .”

  “I’ll wash your sheets. I’m not pulling out now until you come.”

  Chris’s voice was rough with a tangle of desire and emotions. Geoff knew what he was feeling as if it was his heart pounding in the other man’s chest.

  He’d been so focused on the mechanics or on how Chris was reacting, he’d overlooked what this could do for him. Geoff didn’t spend a lot of time on sentiment. He didn’t have the need to self-analyze or expound on his feelings, but the difference between Chris and any other man he’d ever had before made it unnecessary anyway. There was no analysis to this. The sex before had been fun, hot. However, just like when he’d taken Sam, this was possession, need, fulfillment, love. It was making love.

  When he’d been with Sam, a well of feeling had cracked open inside him. The woman was a vessel that could take all that feeling, absorb it into her, keep a man balanced. But with Chris doing the taking in this instance, the emotions surged up from heart to throat, wrapping around his spine, shooting down through his pelvis, into his loins, taking him over in a lot of ways and forcing a loss of control he hadn’t expected.

  “Chris . . .”

  Chris’s arm banded around his chest, body linked close. “I’m here, man. It’s all right. Ride the wave with me. You feel so good.”

  Simple words. Poetry. Chris chose that moment to be more demanding, the best tactic possible. Geoff’s fingers dug into the mattress as Chris thrust, pelvis smacking against Geoff’s ass. His balls drew up, his cock leaking pre-come. Chris moved them back with his easy strength, putting Geoff’s feet on the floor, body bent over the bed so Chris could have more leverage without driving him face-first into the mattress. A courtesy Geoff would remember next time he was belting his ass, which would be soon. This was so much, he wanted to take and control, demand. He wanted to jack off over Chris’s ass, use his seed to lubricate his tight hole and drive into him, again and again. Take him, hold him, keep him, never let him go . . .

  Chris’s arm circled Geoff’s chest again. With his rough cheek pressed between Geoff’s shoulder blades, against the damp skin on his back, Geoff let go, grunting as the orgasm came up hard and fast, making him spill himself on the bedding, against his chest, his abdomen. Chris pounded even deeper then, giving Geoff some pain with the pleasure, but he embraced all of it.

  “Come for me,” he demanded hoarsely. “You big bastard. Come for me.”

  Come for your Master. It was on the tip of his tongue. In every cell he felt Chris was as much his as Sam. But he wouldn’t say it. Not until Chris did, and he might not ever. But that was okay, because even if he never felt comfortable acknowledging it, Geoff knew Chris was his.

  Chris released then with a deep groan, followed by a series of grunts as he thrust, thrust, and one more time, harder and deeper. He held there, deep in Geoff’s ass. He was breathing hard, holding on to Geoff, trying to keep his feet. Geoff could feel the quiver against his own less-than-steady ones.

  They made it back on to the bed together, Chris still mostly inside of him because he wasn’t ready to come unlinked. Geoff wasn’t, either. Chris curled up behind him, back to shoulder blades, hips cradling Geoff’s ass, their legs tangled and pressed together. His breath was on Geoff’s neck. When his hand slid over Geoff’s hip to caress his cock and cradle his balls, Geoff adjusted his legs to let him do it, staring down at Chris’s hand touching him, stroking him. Having just come, things were sensitive, so he quivered under his hold, but he didn’t ask him to stop. Instead, when Chris finally let go and slid his hand up Geoff’s abdomen, Geoff captured his fingers, so their hands were a tight knot on his chest. A tether of sorts, but he couldn’t say which of them held which end. The point was they were both holding it.

  “You okay?” Chris muttered.

  Geoff nodded. Even in the hottest part of the past few moments, Chris would have felt that emotional struggle inside him, would understand it without Geoff having to talk about it. But Geoff would say it anyway. For Chris. And maybe for himself, too.

  “I just realized what it means to have a home,” he said quietly. “I knew you and Sam were my family, in all the ways that counted, but I hadn’t thought about you also being my home.”

  Chris’s fingers tightened on him. “Dumb lawyer,” he murmured. “I’ve always known you’re home when you’re with me and Sam. It’s the only place you really relax.”

  Geoff turned his head, Chris’s lips sliding over his neck. Chris sighed, his even breath telling Geoff he was dozing. It sounded like a good idea, falling asleep with a friend. With family. With almost everything that meant home.

  All they were missing was Sam, but somehow she was here, because she belonged with them. That was a tether, too, one that was felt even when she wasn’t physically present. Geoff shut his eyes, imagining what might happen when she was, and how it would feel to be with Chris, with her, with both of them. For real at last. God bless a pushy sub. He’d have to tell Sam that sometime. While they were punishing her for it, of course.

  His lips had a light smile on them as he drifted off.

  * * *

  Sam closed the passenger door and came around to Flo’s side of the car. “Here’s some money for gas,” she said, passing it through the open window. Her fingers were shaking, just a little bit, but Flo noticed. Her hand closed over Sam’s briefly, a firm caress. Jena and Carly, their other two coworkers, were still in the backseat, so Flo wouldn’t say anything, but her eyes gleamed. “See you Monday. If you can walk.”

  Sam made a face at her, but as she turned toward the house, she confirmed that Chris’s truck and Geoff’s car were there. Normally, if they were both home when she came back from a trip, all it meant was they’d fill each other in on everything that had happened during the absence. Then they’d go about their normal day. Chris maybe reading a plant book, or Geoff inviting her to watch a movie with him or go for a run. Or the three of them deciding what they’d be having for dinner.

  It was just past dark, which increased her anticipation. Trying to rein it in, she reminded herself their phone sex talk of the other night could have been just that. Even so, she’d done as Geoff had commanded. There were no panties under her dress, a silky tunic with a leafy print pattern in multiple greens and grays. The midthigh-length hem had given her some heart palpitations when they’d stopped for a restroom break and the wind had flirted precariously with the hem. Usually she’d be wearing leggings under the thin cloth, but not today.

  The deep neckline showed the pretty lace edges of her push-up bra, so her breasts were round and full over it, ready to be noticed. She thought of Chris’s lips on her nipple, Geoff’s hands sliding over her bare ass, and her pace toward the door quickened. Easy, girl. They could be watching TV, sleeping, taking a shower. They hadn’t known exactly when she’d be home. She’d been tempted to text them updates every quarter hour, but she’d felt a little shy about it. She didn’t want to presume too much.

  The kitchen door was unlocked, and she slid into semidarkness. A lamp was on in the living room, though no one was on the couch. Could they both be in their rooms?

  “Chris? Geoff?”

  A hand closed over hers as she reached for the light, and she yelped, but panic was fleeting, because she’d know that touch anywhere. “Chris,” she breathed.

  His hands were sliding up under the hem of the dress, and then one was between her legs, his other arm banding across her should
ers in front, holding her back against him as he explored and stroked, made her gasp. “She’s wet, all right,” he growled.

  “She’s been thinking about what we’ll do to her.”

  Before her glazed eyes, Geoff came out of the shadows, his gaze filled with such fire, his face so taut, the reflection of the living room light made him seem deliciously demonic. He took in the tunic dress at a glance.

  “Hope you paid attention to what we told you,” he said, a second before he laid his hands on the vee neck and ripped the dress down the front with a decisive strength that stole all of it from her legs and made her heart hammer up into her throat. He reached around her to unhook the bra and strip it away. He yanked the dress off her, leaving her naked except for her sandals. As Chris lifted her off her feet, Geoff got rid of those. Now she was all naked, while they remained clothed. Her Master surveyed her with a leisurely lust that made her want to moan, especially as he cupped her breasts, thumbed an erect nipple.

  “I think we should invest in some tint film for the windows. We’ll get her a pretty collar so she’ll know when she wears it in the house, she’s not supposed to wear anything else. What do you think of that, Sam? Are you ready for how demanding we can be? Is that the kind of thing you’d want?”

  “I . . . I can’t think . . .”

  “She can’t think, Chris,” Geoff said casually. “Help her with that. I’m going to fuck her ass.”

  She was flipped around in Chris’s arms. His mouth came down on hers, demanding and hot. She melted in his grasp, but he pulled back, far too soon. His eyes burned into hers. “Are you ready for everything we want to do to you?” he said.

  God help me. “No,” she whispered. Lifting her hands, she gripped the front of his shirt with desperate need. “But do it anyway.”