Betting on Bailey (Menage MfM Romance Novel) (Playing For Love Book 1)

by Crescent, Tara

  How? I want to scream. I can’t tear my gaze away from the expression of naked heat on Daniel’s face.

  “Bailey,” Sebastian says again, this time with a note of warning in his voice. “Play.”

  I draw in a deep breath. I’m shivering with pent-up lust and it takes real effort to pull away from Daniel and walk up to the table. As I move, I feel the weight of someone’s stare on me. A prickling sensation of dread claws at my spine, and I look up, trying to find the source of my unease.

  She’s staring at me from the bar, her expression unreadable. Juliette.

  Fuck. Are we in trouble?

  * * *

  The first chance I get, I nudge Daniel’s side, pretending like I’m reaching for some hummus and pita bread. Sebastian’s lining up for a shot at the eight ball. Normally, I’d be watching him play, but I have other things on my mind right now.

  “Please don’t freak out,” I start nervously. Daniel’s paranoid about his privacy, and I’m dreading his displeasure. “I think Juliette saw you kiss my throat earlier.”

  “Where is she?” His voice doesn’t give anything away. Only a tightening of his grip on his glass betrays his tension.

  “She was at the bar,” I tell him. “She’s not there now.”

  “Okay.” His fingers lace in mine. “Thank you for telling me.”

  “That’s it?” I ask in astonishment. “No scene? You aren’t angry with me?”

  He looks puzzled. “Why would I be angry with you?” he asks me, his brow furrowed. “It was my mistake, not yours.” He shrugs. “Juliette is unlikely to go to the tabloids,” he adds. “Sebastian will fire her in a heartbeat if she talks to the press. She’s smart enough to realize that.”

  “You are pretty ruthless, you realize that?” I ask him, choosing a tortilla chip that is absolutely covered with cheese and munching on it. “You are talking about ruining someone’s career.”

  “No,” he corrects. “I’m not. I’m merely pointing out that every action has consequences. Wouldn’t you defend yourself if you were attacked?”

  I think about my quest to learn to play pool well enough so I can kick Trevor’s ass at the end of season tournament, all because he’d lawyered up and demanded rent from me. My entire plan is about revenge, and my stakes aren’t even as high as Daniel’s. “I would,” I say, grimacing. “I think I’ve just discovered I’m kind of petty.”

  He smiles at me. “I don’t think you are petty, red,” he teases. “But you know what they say about a redhead losing her temper.”

  “What do they say?” I try to glare at him, but I can’t keep from grinning.

  He winks. “I’ll tell you tonight if you come home with us.”

  I laugh, forgetting about Juliette’s stare as I flirt with Daniel. “I’m definitely coming home with you,” I tell him. “You owe me an orgasm. Both you and Sebastian.”

  Sebastian walks up. From the look on his face, he’s heard that last sentence. “Don’t worry, Bailey,” he whispers in my ear. “I always pay my debts.”

  27

  It's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.

  Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

  Bailey:

  I barely pay attention to Clark, to the opposing team or to the games that unfold in front of us. As the evening goes by, Daniel and Sebastian have turned on the remote and made my butt plug vibrate too many times to count. Everything becomes a haze to me, and the only thing I can think of is that if I don’t come, I will explode.

  Finally, the final match of the night is played, and it is time to leave. As I’m putting on my coat, Juliette comes up to Sebastian. “I’ll have proofs of your book for review tomorrow,” she says. “Should I drop them off at the restaurant in the morning?”

  “I’m not going to be there,” Sebastian responds. “I’m going to be meeting with suppliers tomorrow. Can you drop it off over the weekend?”

  She shakes her head. “I’m not in town.”

  Daniel cuts in impatiently. “Why don’t you drop them off at my place? I won’t be at home, but Mrs. Nowak can let you in.”

  “Sounds good.” She nods tersely at the three of us. “Have a good evening.”

  “You too,” I say politely. I don’t want to make an enemy of Juliette.

  * * *

  The moment we step into Daniel’s mirrored foyer and the front door closes behind us, I’m sandwiched between their rock hard bodies. “All evening,” Daniel’s voice vibrates against my throat, “I’ve been thinking of you. Of the butt plug lodged in your ass. Of your wet, slick pussy.”

  My back is pressed against Sebastian’s chest. His arms lock around my waist, keeping me close. My breathing comes faster and my heart pounds in my ribcage. We’ve had sex before, the three of us, but anal is new to me. Anticipation turns my nipples hard, and a tiny wisp of fear sets me shivering.

  Daniel’s hands slide down, infinitely slowly, down my forearms. “Do you trust us?” His voice is hoarse with his own lust, gravelly with need. “Or are you afraid?”

  I look into his brown eyes. “Can I not be both?” I ask softly. “It’ll hurt, won’t it?”

  Sebastian’s teeth nip sharply at the soft skin at my shoulder, and intense desire shoots through me. “Did that hurt?” he asks.

  “Yes.”

  “Was it good?”

  Oh god yes. Who am I kidding? I want this. I want to know them in this most intimate of ways. All evening, the butt plug buried in my ass has been making me aware, needy. Now, adventure beckons and I’m ready.

  Daniel kneels in front of me, pulling my jeans down so they bunch at my ankles. His broad palms rip my panties. “Hey,” I protest half-heartedly, but he ignores my yelp.

  “Spread your legs for me, Bailey,” he orders. “I want to taste every inch of your pussy.”

  Sebastian’s grip holds me up, thank heavens, because my body becomes boneless as Daniel’s tongue plunges into my center. As his lips and teeth nibble, nip and suck, his fingers close around the plug that’s embedded in my ass, and he pulls it out slowly.

  I gasp as I feel my hole stretch to accommodate the widest part of the plug. He almost pulls it out of my body completely before pushing it back in. My entire body tingles, from my fingertips to my toes, and the only word I can use to describe the way I feel is naughty. I feel wicked and wanton, held against one man’s chest while another man touches me so intimately, so possessively.

  “You like that, Bailey?” Sebastian’s voice is smoky. “Don’t be coy. Look in the mirror.”

  Oh. The mirror. I’d forgotten about it.

  I am transfixed by my reflection. My pale thighs are a stark contrast to the black fabric of my t-shirt. Sebastian’s biceps bulge as he holds me still. Daniel’s head is nestled between my legs, and I watch the powerful muscles of his back ripple under his shirt.

  “Do you know what I see, Bailey?” His voice has taken on a ragged edge. “I see the way you bite down on your lip when Daniel’s tongue circles your clitoris. I see the way you clench your fists when he plays with the plug.” The cadence of his tone changes, and he issues a crisp order. “Pinch your nipples for me.”

  “Through my top?” I don’t recognize the way I sound. Throaty. Breathless.

  Daniel shoves two fingers into my wet pussy and I moan aloud. My hands move up to caress my breasts, feather-light touches that have only one purpose - to drive Daniel and Sebastian as wild as they drive me. My nails scratch my nubs and I hold Sebastian’s gaze in the mirror as I squirm against his thickening erection. “Do you like that?” I whisper.

  There’s a blaze in his eyes. “Take off the shirt. Now.”

  Cool air wafts over my skin as I shed the garment. Daniel sits back on his haunches, his eyes locked on my body, and the instant the garment flies across the room, he continues his assault on my pussy.

  “Put your hands behind your back.” Sebastian isn’t done with his instructions. “Touch my dick.”

  Gladl
y. I run my palms up and down his denim-covered shaft, while Daniel’s tongue sucks and swirls and relentlessly and repeatedly brings me to the edge of orgasm. “Please,” I pant out. All evening long, I’ve been one hair-trigger away from release. He has to stop torturing me.

  I stroke Sebastian’s dick, faster and faster in my own desperate race to my climax. “Bailey,” he clenches out, “oh god baby, fuck.”

  ‘Oh god baby fuck’ pretty much describes the way I’m feeling. My eyes are over-bright in my face, and just as Sebastian described it, I’m biting the edge of my lip, over and over, as Daniel’s mouth, tongue, lips all feast on me.

  Then a dam bursts, and wave after wave of the sweet release flow through me. I close my eyes and throw my head back against Sebastian’s shoulder, and I surrender to pleasure.

  Daniel keeps going. His tongue sweeps a long, lazy path along every inch of my slit. “Stop,” I whisper, but he shakes his head

  “We are just getting started,” he chuckles. “But in the interests of keeping you warm, perhaps we should move this to the bedroom.”

  I hadn’t realized I was cold, not until now, but I notice the chillness in the foyer when he mentions it. “I was otherwise distracted,” I grin, reaching for my clothing. “Again, it seems as if I’m half naked and you guys are fully dressed.”

  “Don’t bother about clothes, baby,” Sebastian assures me, taking the bundle of garments out of my hand and holding it out of reach. “We’ll be getting naked soon.”

  Fine. I can walk to Daniel’s bedroom wearing a bra, a butt plug and nothing else. No problem, right?

  It takes more courage than going to Siberia did.

  When I’m talking to them, when we are shooting pool and drinking vodka, I can forget how good-looking they are, and how out of my league. It’s a little harder when I’m half-naked, with all of the flab on display, and their bodies are sleek, muscled, chiseled perfection.

  “Should you be thinking of anything other than sex right now, Bailey?” Daniel inquires politely as we climb the stairs. Crap. He’s on to me. I can’t allow myself to forget that Daniel’s very good at reading me. They both are.

  “No.”

  “Indeed. Perhaps another orgasm will help.”

  My pussy is puffy and swollen, and the thought of another climax fills me with mingled apprehension and anticipation. Since I don’t like refusing such a kind offer - come on, if a gorgeous guy that you like is volunteering to make you come, you accept! - I just lower my lashes demurely. “As you wish,” I say softly.

  “What are you, Buttercup?” Sebastian pushes open the door to Daniel’s bedroom.

  “Wait. Guys watch the Princess Bride?” I turn toward Sebastian, surprised.

  Neither of them reply. Daniel’s dick is tenting his trousers, and Sebastian’s bulge is clearly visible under his jeans.

  They take off their clothes. Sebastian lifts his t-shirt over his head, causing the muscles around his abdomen to clench and ripple. Daniel throws the jacket over an armchair and moves to undo his cufflinks. I watch both of them, almost panting with lust. So hot. So very hot, and for the space of this evening, they are all mine.

  There’s a quiver in my stomach as I think about our very temporary fling. Nothing’s been defined, nothing’s been stated, but I know this can’t last.

  “Get on the bed,” Daniel growls and I hop to it, glad to leave my gloomy thoughts behind. He’s undressed fully while I was lost in thought, and he joins me, as does Sebastian. Hands unclasp my bra, and my breasts tumble loose.

  We position ourselves so that I’m lying on the bed with Daniel behind me. Sebastian’s on his knees in front of me, his cock jutting into my face. “Is this a hint?” I grin as I lean forward to take him into my mouth.

  “Mmm,” he groans. “Yes. Definitely a hint.”

  It is also a distraction. The mattress shifts as Daniel moves behind me, reaching for the lube on the nightstand. The butt plug is pulled out of me, and fresh lube coats my tight bud. “Relax,” Daniel scolds. “Do you want to get spanked?”

  I can’t answer - Sebastian’s cock is in my mouth. The answer is, however, yes. I always want to get spanked.

  Sebastian’s hand presses against the back of my head, keeping me in place. With his other hand, he’s tugging at my erect nipples, pinching, pulling, and tweaking them till I’m half-crazed with lust. In the meanwhile, Daniel’s fingers spread the lube all around my asshole. He pushes one finger in, and I moan around Sebastian’s cock.

  “You okay?”

  I nod. The moan wasn’t one of pain - the butt plug has done its job, and I’ve grown accustomed to its girth. Daniel kisses my shoulder. “Good girl,” he says softly, adding another finger and twisting them in me. “Relax. I promise it’ll be good for you.”

  I’m not tense, I want to retort. Though I’ve climaxed only minutes ago, I’m painfully aroused once again.

  His fingers leave and I hear the sound of a condom wrapper tear. I instinctively tense up, until I realize what I’m doing, then I force myself to relax. I have nothing to stress about. Daniel isn’t going to hurt me.

  “Good girl,” he says once again. Sebastian’s hands tangle in my hair and caress my cheek, while Daniel’s thick cock nudges at my anus. He pushes into me the same way he pushed the plug in earlier - slowly and steadily. I feel stretched, and it’s an odd feeling, but it isn’t painful.

  “Oh,” I say through the mouthful of cock. “That’s not bad.”

  ‘That’s not bad’ is an understatement. Daniel gives me some time to get used to him, then he pulls out almost completely, and slides in again. This time, I can’t hold back my moan of pleasure.

  Sebastian pulls back, and his dick leaves my mouth with a pop. “Are you okay?” he asks with a shade of concern.

  My nails dig into Daniel’s 1500 thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets. My face contorts with the lust that’s rampaging through my blood. “Yes.”

  “In that case…” he says with a grin, “get your mouth back on me.”

  I’m happy to. In the oral-sex balance sheet, I’m solidly in the red, and I too believe in paying my debts.

  “Fuck, Bailey, you are so tight, sweetheart,” Daniel grinds out, his fingers digging into my hips. “Oh god, I’m not going to last very long here.”

  I pull away. “In that case,” I tell Sebastian bossily, “you should get in there. I think I was promised a dick in both my pussy and ass tonight.”

  They start laughing and Sebastian kisses me with passion. “So very demanding.” He obligingly reaches for a condom and shifts so he’s in front of me.

  Daniel’s grip tightens around my waist, and he flips me so that he’s lying on his back and I’m resting on him. His dick is still buried in my ass. It’s an impressive feat. I’d normally have something snarky to say, but I’m enjoying the way he feels in me far too much to risk ruining it.

  “She’s soaked,” Sebastian marvels. “You like this, don’t you? I’ve never seen you as wet as you are right now.” He rolls on the condom and moves so he’s in the space between my knees. “Hold still,” he instructs, holding his cock in his hand and swiping it up my slit.

  My legs are in the air, spread wide apart. “Stop teasing,” I choke out, as Daniel’s thumbs run maddening circles over my tender nipples. “Don’t make me beg.”

  “If you insist.” Sebastian’s hands hold my thighs apart, and his dick thrusts into me.

  Hard.

  Nothing held back.

  Long, powerful, unforgiving strokes.

  Exactly the way I want it.

  I whimper and moan, twist and flail. I’m full - so filled by their hard cocks. When one of them pulls out, the other pushes in, and just like that, they have a rhythm going. In and out. Faster. Harder. More.

  The heat rises, molten lava waiting to spill. Their breathing is harsh and labored. Sebastian’s eyes stay on me, Daniel’s fingers run over my body. “Not going to last,” one of them clenches out. Which one? I can’t tell. It could have
been Daniel. It could have been Sebastian. It could have even been me.

  We aren’t three distinct people now. The boundaries have dissolved in this moment. We are overwhelmed by our desire, by the rising pressure as we tumble toward our climaxes. Then I reach my personal point of no return. My nails dig into Sebastian’s back, and every muscle tightens as my orgasm rips through me.

  They aren’t far behind. I hear muttered curses, then their grip on me tightens, and the pounding doubles in frequency. They come within seconds of each other, and we all collapse on the bed in a sweaty, sated heap.

  * * *

  “I don’t think Juliette likes me,” I say thoughtfully, when the fog in my brain clears enough that I can form words.

  Sebastian shakes his head. “It’s not you, it’s me. She’s been working with some investors who want to set up a restaurant chain, and I went to meet with them yesterday, but it was a waste of time. She thinks I should give them another chance.”

  “I didn’t think you needed outside investors.” I’m almost too tired for conversation, but this is interesting. “You know, because of your resident billionaire.”

  “Resident billionaire,” Daniel snorts. “You have such charming names for me, Bailey. This isn’t the sort of project I’d invest in.”

  “Why?”

  “He doesn’t approve of it,” Sebastian answers. He doesn’t sound annoyed by Daniel’s failure to invest in this project.

  “Why?” I ask again.

  Daniel shrugs. “Sebastian works too hard.”

  I roll my eyes. “Pot calling the kettle black much?” I ask him.

  He smiles. “Fair enough,” he concedes. “Everyone in this room is guilty of that particular sin. It’s easier to tell your friends that they should relax than it is to take your own advice.”

  I snuggle into their bodies, and pull a pillow over my head. “I’m taking your advice,” I say, and my voice comes out muffled. “I’m going to sleep.”