Trio

by P. F. Kozak

  Jared held a finger in front of his lips. “No business talk. We’re here not to think about work, but play.”

  “Our work is play,” Nick cracked back. “I think this week will certainly inspire our—” He eyed Lara. “Project.” He patted her leg. “I think this is definitely the model we want.”

  Every bit of their conversation flew right over Lara’s head. None of it made sense. “Don’t guess you’re going to fill me in,” she sighed, sipping her drink. The bubbles tickled her nose.

  Jared refilled her glass. “Nope.”

  Nick grinned appreciatively. “All you need to know is that we have a shitload of money and we’re willing to spend it on you. Satisfied?”

  “Still in a daze, actually. I expected you to laugh your ass off when I said that much.” She was almost afraid to mention the figure out loud. Didn’t want to jinx it.

  Nick pinned her under a laser-beam stare, searching the depths of her eyes. His hand cupped her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. “I wanted you the moment I saw you, Lara. If you had asked for the moon, I’d have found a way to get it for you.”

  Flattering words, indeed. “I don’t think you’d have had to go that far.”

  He chuckled. “You might say you’ve been a little obsession of mine for a long time.”

  An obsession? Whoa. Heavy stuff. “I am?”

  Nick nodded and leaned in closer. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” His mouth came down on hers with a deliberate and calculated slowness. Strong lips quickly mastered hers, the beginning of a kiss that snatched her breath away.

  Tingling to her toes, Lara felt her insides turn to molten silver. An all-consuming ache of pure need seeped through her limbs. Unsatisfied arousal suddenly gnawed, demanding to be fed. Sated.

  She gasped with pleasure when Nick’s mouth left hers, his lips invading the soft hollow between neck and shoulder. At the same time he popped open one of her snaps baring her right breast. His fingers traced slow circles around the erect tip.

  “That feels so good,” she breathed, her voice frankly conveying her desire. She groaned when he tugged the tender nubbin, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.

  “Glad you like it,” he murmured. “Because everything we’re going to do to you is wickedly graphic and intense.”

  On the other side of her, Jared’s hand found her left knee.

  “We’re going to take real good care of you.”

  Undoing the three snaps holding her skirt closed, Jared tugged the leather aside until her legs were bared to him. He grinned. “I think we’re going to have to stretch out here.”

  Nick scooted to the end of the long seat. Angling his body, he pulled Lara between his legs so that her back rested against his chest.

  She willingly molded against him, enjoying the feel of his hard body pressed against hers. Her legs were splayed across the seat. His hands tugged at her halter, pushing the leather bindings away.

  He cupped both, weighing them in his hands. “Mmm, now I can play with your tits and watch Jared go down on you.”

  It was impossible not to sense the static in the air around them, the energy of heated bodies generating lust. The intensity of their need almost stole her breath away.

  Jared shifted at his end, arranging her legs the way he wanted, splayed open to reveal everything she had. All she wore underneath was a very skimpy pair of thong panties. He whistled. “Nice.” By the glint in his eyes and the smile on his lips, he was more than pleased.

  Lara looked across at him, very aware that one man was fiddling with her tits while another planned to munch some snatch. At the same time. Wow. The change from plain vanilla to banana split complete with a cherry on top was a complete change of pace in her sexual world. Not that she hadn’t wondered what it would be like to be with two men at one time. Every woman thought about that. She’d never had the nerve to try it.

  When you’re free, single, and getting paid to fuck, no holds are barred.

  A little grin crossed Lara’s lips. If this is what the guys wanted, well, let them have at it.

  Remembering she still held her glass, she tipped it. Champagne drizzled between her breasts, slipping down her abdomen to pool in her navel. “So what are you waiting for?”

  Jared leaned forward until his face was just inches from her belly. Hot breath tickled her skin. His tongue stabbed into her belly button.

  Lara gasped as if she’d been fully penetrated. Shafts of wonderful torment sped through her.

  “Shall I stop?” he teased, his voice dropping to a low husky register.

  A mammoth lump formed in her throat, threatening to steal away her breath. “Definitely not,” she gasped.

  Nick teased her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples. The touch of his fingers blazed a delicious trail over her sensitive skin. “Does having your tits played with make you wet?”

  Shivers of delight shimmied up her spine. “Yes,” she breathed. Her nipples were so sensitive that each roll and tug sent a jolt of electricity straight to her clit. The pulse between her legs was excruciating.

  Jared’s hands slid up her bare thighs. “Let’s find out how wet you are.” He unhooked her panties and skimmed them over her hips and down her legs. That sensual movement alone threatened to send her straight over the precipice.

  Untangling the thong from around her feet, he lifted the small scrap to his face and sniffed. “Mmm, I love the smell of panties fresh off the twat.”

  “It doesn’t get any hotter than that,” Lara bit out.

  “Let’s make sure.” Jared skimmed a single finger lightly into her warmth. “Ah, slick.”

  The slide of flesh on flesh almost did her in. She gasped, her hips lifting slightly off the seat. Her breath came in ragged bursts as she responded helplessly to the overwhelming needs of her body. A carnal waltz swirled through her veins, each move of the sensual rhythm driving her closer to the peak of absolute bliss.

  Jared eased his finger between the silken folds of her labia, penetrating her sex. “Warm and smooth, like silk.” He stroked the moist sensitive center of her, wringing more soft moans from her lips. Her strong muscles clenched around his finger, and she shuddered all over again as sensations of pure ecstasy unfurled through her.

  Lara was close to exploding with the need for a deeper, more complete fulfillment. Her empty glass dropped out of her hand, rolling on the floorboard. The thoughts tumbling through her mind turned her senses upside down, leaving her incapable of coherent speech.

  “Ah, oh, damn it…” she gasped through a groan. Vision blurred through a haze of sensuality, her hands itched to grab his head and drag his mouth to her pussy.

  Nick seemed to be reading her mind. “I want to see some real action, you two.” Rather than really participating, he seemed content to be choreographing the action, putting everyone in their place to perform. Of the two men, he was definitely the alpha. And by the erection pressing against the small of her back, he was all man.

  Jared’s head dipped. Stubble-covered cheeks gently scraped her inner thighs. His lips closed around her pulsing clit. Using just the tip of his tongue, he flicked at the hooded organ in a slow, steady motion.

  Barely able to bite back a raw groan of pleasure, Lara almost shot through the roof. Between the masterful motions of Nick twiddling her nipples and Jared’s talented mouth on her sex, incredibly fierce sensations were beginning to whip her into a frenzy.

  Nick’s tongue painted the curl of one ear. His hands continued to control her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples in a way that made the pain most pleasurable. His hips rocked in a slow and steady motion, as though he were masturbating himself using her body. “I knew you’d enjoy this.”

  While Nick denied his cock, Jared certainly wasn’t neglecting his own. His hands slipped to his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping. Palming his erection, his hand jacked up and down.

  “That’s nice,” she heard Nick say. “I want to see you make her come before you do.”


  “Damn hard to hold back,” Jared gritted before his mouth recaptured Lara’s clit.

  She whimpered. “If he keeps that up it won’t be long.”

  Nick boldly squeezed her breasts. “Good.”

  Lara thrust her hips upward as Jared’s fingers joined his mouth, sliding deep into her sex. Strong inner muscles immediately tightened, clenching him hard. Biting back another moan, Lara swallowed hard against the climax threatening to uncoil in her belly.

  Both men continued their control over her body. Nick ruled her breasts while Jared simultaneously fingered her cunt. He followed the deep thrusts inside her sex with slow arousing withdrawals.

  “God, she’s tight,” Jared groaned. “Pussy like this just devours cock.”

  “It’ll have its chance.” Nick tweaked her nipples, both tight little buds of bundled nerves. He twisted just enough to deliver a spear of pain. The pinch enhanced the sensations ten-fold. “We’re just warming her up.”

  Lara’s own answer was an anguished moan. Trembling, she groaned with frustrated need. She took in a sharp light breath and held it, wanting the sensations to last just a few minutes more. Her entire body throbbed with the need for release.

  Nick Conway’s gravelly voice brushed her ear. “You think you’ll like being a sex slave?” Trapped by his skintight jeans, his erection pressed against her back; the promise of his cock soon stuffing her cunt was almost more than Lara could stand.

  “I—I, oh God, d-do.” Didn’t make sense, but at this point she didn’t care. She gyrated her hips to meet the plunge of Jared’s thick fingers. Sensing her ache, he lanced even deeper, as far as he could. His free hand stroked his cock with the same steady motion.

  Another moan slipped from her throat. “Please, don’t stop.”

  Jared’s fingers retreated, then surged back up into her. “Come for us, Lara,” he grated. “Now.”

  Her heat clenched Jared’s fingers more tightly than Lara had ever imagined possible. Her entire body throbbed with the tremors of release. Just when she’d thought she could reach no higher plane, the heaving strength of climax picked her up and hurled her toward the stratosphere. Squeezing her eyes tight, she embraced the rapture pouring through her veins—so intense and so exquisite that she nearly lost consciousness.

  Slowly the waves of pleasure receded.

  Lara returned to earth, sucking in air like she’d just done a hundred-yard dash. Her body was damp and hot, coated in sweat. Her limbs trembled and she had not an ounce of strength left. She could lie there forever, just savoring the moment. Damn, but she hadn’t expected these guys would get her off like that.

  Her eyelids fluttered open and she glanced down in dazed wonder. The show wasn’t quite over.

  Jared intensified his motion, stroking his cock until his body grew taut, shuddering when release claimed him. Warm semen splattered between her spread legs. He collapsed on the seat, exhausted, his breath whistling in and out of his lungs.

  “Shit,” he panted out a shaky laugh. “I haven’t come that hard in a long time.”

  Nick laughed. “Oh, man. You two just came all over the upholstery.”

  Jared grinned back. “Guess we’ll be getting a bill for cleaning that.”

  Nick gave her breasts a final squeeze. “This was just the beginning, babe. Do you think you can handle more?”

  Lara ran her parched tongue over her equally dry lips. These guys apparently hadn’t been kidding when they’d said they planned to fuck her every which way but loose. She hadn’t been with them an hour and she already felt like she’d run a marathon.

  A whole week of nonstop sex still stretched ahead of her.

  Heaven help me survive.

  3

  T he Presidential Suite. Magnificent.

  Lara’s insides felt as though a ball of snakes writhed inside her guts. She pressed a hand to her stomach to calm her nerves.

  Watching her closely, Nick smiled warmly. “You like it?”

  A light shiver slipped down her sides. People like her didn’t get into places like this unless they were doing the cleaning or repairs. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered, low, almost afraid the sound of her voice might somehow shatter the splendor.

  She’d heard about the luxuries the Ranch offered its clients, but had never had the occasion to see for herself. Now she would be staying there, pampered with sumptuousness the average person only dreamed of.

  “Take a look around,” Jared invited.

  Lara smiled. “I’m dying to,” she admitted. Like a kid in a candy store, she did. The living room featured a huge high-definition flat-panel television and a gas log fireplace; the bedroom sported a queen bed and adjoining bathroom. An enormous tiled shower seemed to take up half the bathroom.

  “Think we’ll be comfortable here?” Nick asked. His hand rested lightly on her arm as they walked through the place, strolling together as if they’d done it for years. The easy intimacy helped calm Lara’s nerves.

  She glanced up at him and electricity rippled through her all over again. God, he was gorgeous! He was so tall that her head barely came up to his shoulders. She couldn’t help but examine his face now that they had a moment alone. His nose was straight and sharp, his jawline square and strong. Light pocks and scars from teenage acne still marked his skin, but did little to detract from the overall picture.

  Just perfect for her.

  More than his looks, though, there seemed to be something oddly familiar about Nick Conway. It almost felt like she’d met him before, but couldn’t exactly remember where. He’d mentioned seeing her dance, the most logical answer. When she was on stage, she never noticed faces in the audience. Not even when men were cramming bills into her G-string and garter. Dancing was her business. She never got flirty or familiar with the customers. That line wasn’t to be crossed.

  So why break that inviolable rule now?

  Was it because she needed the money so desperately? Or because the attraction she’d felt for Nick when they’d first met had put her hormones on red alert? No doubt about it. There’d been something between them—she’d sensed it just looking at him.

  Lara shook her head, clearing away her thoughts. She didn’t believe in love at first sight. Love took time to grow, mature. She’d already had a few flings that hadn’t worked out, relationships that started with infatuation and the idea of being in love when all they were really in was lust. Too bad she’d married one of her flings. Might have saved herself a lot of trouble if she’d just admitted she didn’t like sleeping alone and gotten herself a dog.

  “You ever been here before?” he asked.

  She shook her head. “Never. You?”

  “No.” He tightened his grip on her arm. “Good. I want everything we do together to be new for both of us.” He sounded like they were on their first date together, rather than being a rich man and the woman he had hired to have sex with him.

  Well, let him live his fantasy, Lara thought. He’s paying enough for it. At the end of the week they’d part company and probably never see each other again. Just the way it needed to be. She had plans for starting over, making a better life for herself. There’d be plenty left over after she cleared Donnie’s debt with DiMarco. She wouldn’t owe anyone anything and could walk away and start her life over clean.

  “Ready to see the rest of it?” he asked. “Jared and I have a little surprise for you.”

  She smiled. “I’d love to.”

  With the grandeur of a king escorting his queen, Nick led her upstairs. If the first floor impressed, the second left her speechless. The master suite featured a beautiful king-size canopy bed and an in-room Jacuzzi. A private deck overlooked the gorgeous view of the mountains looming in the background.

  But there was more.

  While she’d taken the grand tour, Jared had been upstairs arranging things. Lara’s eyes surreptitiously flitted over on the dozen or so packages arranged neatly on the bed, each beautifully wrapped in colorful paper and decorated with
ribbons.

  Jared gave a formal bow and waved an arm over the gifts. “For you, my lady.”

  Her heart did a neat backflip. Goodness. It looked like Christmas. Lara hadn’t seen that many gifts piled in one place since her childhood.

  “For me?” she parroted.

  Jared laughed, his icy eyes taking on unexpected warmth. With his messy chin-length hair and fine, almost feminine, features, he looked like one of those Japanese anime characters. Nothing feminine about his body, though. He was lean and almost preternaturally sculpted to perfection. A blatantly sexual glint illuminated his gaze.

  Just looking at him caused her senses to hum all over again. The space between the three of them seemed to vibrate with energies generated from their bodies. A scent lingered around them, too, a musky odor, thick, heady, and sensual. It was the smell of desire, of two virile young males circling and readying to mount the female.

  Suddenly very aware of the sexuality oozing around them Lara felt heat flush through her veins. Her entire body reacted with a powerful surge, the white-hot craving ushering in a powerful ache between her legs. One orgasm had been nice, but hardly enough to satisfy.

  “Yes,” Nick affirmed. “All for you. I hope you like what we’ve picked out for you.”

  Lara laughed. “I’m already itching to see what’s inside.”

  “You will,” Jared promised.

  “Just as soon as we get you prepared,” Nick said, guiding her toward the bathroom.

  Jared clapped and headed behind them. “Oh, this is the part I love.”

  Lara’s heart was thumping over speed bumps, and her tummy did more flips. But in a good way. It didn’t take much brains to figure out she’d be pampered like a prize Persian. Truth be told, a good spoiling would be nice. No one had spoiled her rotten since her father had passed away. After that she’d gotten a rude awakening that not everyone prized Daddy’s little princess.