by Sara Spark
Hudson on the other hand was in black jeans with a dark grey tshirt. Solid bulky muscles and the grey of the shirt combined to make it seem as if he was a figure carved out of granite from an expert artist that dreamed big! Trixie had felt that bulging chest and knew that it was just as hard as the granite she had been thinking about.
Both of them had so much sex appeal that she wanted to rip open her blouse and yell ‘Take me!’ but the idea of saying ‘yes’ to one and turning the other away literally made her guts twist into a knot. Yet, no one took on two guys for more than one night. Maybe that’s what they wanted just one night?
Except, Rimie took on two guys. Permanently. All the time. Two men who adored her. Two men to fight and play with. To argue with, to have rooftop picnics with, to eat bear claws with. Yeah, and to dance with! That had lit her fires like nothing else before. She shivered at the memory. The feel of the three of them pressed together, sliding together with the music…whew. It fried her logical and reasonable circuits.
Both men jerked their heads towards her, but before they could say anything, the doors opened on her floor.
As she was digging for the key to open her door, she heard Keo behind her.
“Trixie, invite us in.”
“Please,” Hudson added.
Keo shot him a little irritated glare that Trixie caught as she turned around. “Please,” Keo added.
“Look I, I don’t want to hurt your feelings—“
The men froze in mid step towards her. Their faces hardening. With dismay, disbelief, and what was that? She looked at them. Fear. It was fear. They were afraid. Of what? Of her??
“I just would never be able to choose between you.”
“Oh, is that all?” Hudson sounded relieved. Both of their faces relaxed into slight smiles.
“You don’t have to, little minx.”
“Well, of course, I do. Er, or I would.”
“No, beauty, we both want you.”
“But people don’t do this, at least, not for longer than a few experiments. Nothing long term. I don’t do one night stands. ¿Recuerdas? Remember?”
“Rimie has two mat--, er, males.”
“Yes, but she is a one-off. The exception that proves the rule. The anomaly. Like that one person that swears that chocolate covered ants are delicious!”
“Trixie, this is important. This is more than one night. Can you feel it?”
Trixie paused looking into Keo’s eyes. The problem was she did feel the connection. And it was disjointed like a cart with one bad wheel. Like listening to a beautiful melody, unique and potent and then the pianist fingers slipped to the wrong note. Oh, the potential was there. The potential for something more, for something powerful, but also the potential for heartbreak. Powerful heartbreak.
Trixie leaned back against the open door, and they both shifted to pull her towards them. Except Keo stepped forward directly where Hudson was putting his foot.
Trixie winced a little in sympathy when Hudson thoroughly smashed Keo’s foot.
“Hell, Hudson can you watch those Sasquatch feet of yours? I was going to kiss--” And there. Right there was the problem as Keo glared at Hudson, and Hudson glared back like two boys fighting in the playground.
Disappointed, saddened, she shut the door.
“Trixie—“ The door snicked closed and she locked it. Sliding down with her back against the door. She blew out a breath. They were impatient and irritated with one another. The disjointed melody again. On the surface, she was surprised they were friends. And they would have to be close friends to share a woman.
She wondered again what was the truth they couldn’t tell her? Why did they want to take a woman together? She didn’t doubt their attraction to her. The hallway in the club proved that they could set fire to a building from the attraction between them. Just why did they want to be with her at the same time. Trixie tilted her head in thought. They said it was important. She could feel their sincerity when they said that. It certainly felt important to her. It felt more than the everyday blind date. It felt more than ‘everyday’ anything. It felt more than any friendship she had ever had. It felt big. So monumental that her mind shied away from the implications.
She didn’t know what she was going to do with those two. She leaned her head back against the door. She knew what she wanted to do with them. What she was doing in her dreams. She sighed again.
Espérate. Wait a second. What was she doing? She didn’t wallow in despair. She wasn’t that woman.
If you want it, do something about it, Trixie!
No…could she really? Did she really want to take on two males?
In general, no. Not interested.
Did she want to take on those particular two males?
Hell, yes!
In that short a time, they had made that much of an impact on her.
Could she really be considering this? Mumbling a stream of Spanish under her breath, casting doubt on her sanity and her choices, Trixie flung open the door. She didn’t have to look for them. She knew they were in the hallway. She felt them on the other side of the door. How she knew she didn’t stop to consider.
“I want to talk to you both.”
Both males were leaning against the far wall facing her door. Heads hanging down, but with her words, they lifted their heads and a cautious light of hope glimmered in both sets of eyes.
“I have a proposition for you.” She could have sworn that Hudson growled as he moved past her into the apartment.
Once inside they turned to face her. “Proposition?” Keo asked warily.
“Yes, I think I can help you with your problem.”
“Our problem.”
“Yes,” she nodded coolly to Hudson. “Yes, I think I can help you work together while…um...so that both of you can—“ She cleared her throat. “So that you can be with the same woman.” She rubbed one of her sweaty palms against her thigh in her nervousness. Hudson’s eyes locked on her hand’s movement.
“You want to help teach us how to share a woman?” Keo asked slowly.
“Yes, I think I can see some of the issues that you’re having. And it seems to be very important to you. As long as you can take direction.”
“We can take direction. It’s very important.” Hudson agreed.
“And what about you? What do you get out of it?”
Trixie’s cheeks got a little flushed. Two gorgeous men to do with as she pleased, maybe? She knew what she wanted to get out of it. Sex, yes, but more than that she wanted more of their connection. Not the disjointed melody. The melody that was in tune, synchronized, effortlessly harmonized. The melody that was almost there between them. “Well—“
“Are you hungry, little minx?” Keo’s eyes were blazing with his fire as he took a long deep breath. “Are you aching from the club?”
All at once, Hudson pulled off his shirt and flung it behind him. Unfortunately, he wasn’t looking and his shirt landed on a side table and knocked a knick-knack off the table with a loud thump.
“Watch what you’re doing, Hudson! We haven’t even gotten a ‘yes’ yet and you are busy stripping. Slow down.”
Hudson moved over and picked up the ornament and set it down on the table. “It’s fine. Not broken.”
Crossing his arms, Keo sighed impatiently, eyeing with disapproval Hudson who was placing his shirt on the couch. As he turned back to Trixie, he got a finger pointed in his face and a spitfire of a woman.
A string of Spanish flowed out of her as her finger wagged in front of his nose. “Aqui. That right there. That is the problem! Those snarky comments of yours do not help anything.” Keo blinked at her. More Spanish was flung at him faster than ears could even perceive the sounds, calling into question his upbringing, manners and his intelligence. “Bien, now, do you want to do this or not? Cause you need to adjust your attitude, señor!”
Speechless, Keo just nodded.
Trixie stormed over to Hudson. “Come here, mi osito.”
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sp; “You sit over there!” She pointed an imperious finger to Keo at a chair set across from the couch past the coffee table. Keo docilely sat down. Trixie tugged Hudson over to the couch and pushed him down into the corner of the couch. He was sitting somewhat sideways on the couch so that when she sat across his lap, her back against the couch, she was facing Keo.
“You watch,” she told Keo. His eyes flickered a little. She couldn’t tell what was behind the stone face he was wearing. “You will not always be touching me. In a threesome, not all three are participating all the time. Sometimes one is not participating, sí?
Keo nodded silently.
“We need to find out if you can handle that. We already know that Hudson can handle it since the—“ Trixie paused a moment. “the hallway, uh, encounter. You have not been impressing me with your patience.”
Turning to the huge male, she smiled softly at him. “Hudson, osito, kiss me.” With that she stroked a hand across Hudson’s chest and massive, bulging muscles.
With a low rumble, Hudson leaned down and captured her lips tenderly. Their lips slid and caressed together, neither one rushing. Both of them just enjoying the moment. Warm moist air mingled and Trixie soaked up his presence, his essence. One of his hands wove into her hair supporting and angling her head in a way she found endearing, and sexy.
Trixie reached down and stroked her hands all over Hudson’s chest. She ate up all those bulging muscles and taut, tan skin. The power that Hudson exuded rippled out from him in invisible waves all around, but Trixie never felt threatened by it. Just like the teddy bear she had named him she felt as if nothing in the world could harm her if she was in his huge arms. She felt cocooned in a delicious circle of protection. With a whole lot of steamy heat.
¡Ay! Definitely heat.
Hudson had taken control of the kiss and was sending his tongue in to claim her mouth. He was insistent and assertive. He wanted her to concede the wet heat of her mouth to him. Trixie shivered as he pressed her up tighter to his chest, smushing her breasts against that rock hard chest. Her nipples pebbled into hard points of excitement. Her breaths were coming faster as her tongue dueled with his for dominance. If he wanted to claim her turf, he had to work for it.
Trixie stroked across Hudson’s shoulders, her hands digging into those muscles or at least trying to. One of her hands entwined in his wild mop of hair, nails digging into his scalp as she held him to her. Hudson grunted from the scrapes and nibbled his way down her chin to her neck.
“Yes, yes, osito.” She moaned at a particularly harder nip that he made on her neck. She hadn’t been aware that her eyes had closed, until she tried to raise the heavy lids to see how Keo was handling it.
That was a mistake. His eyes entrapped her immediately and she felt her arousal climb about 10 quantum leaps. His eyes were blazing with emotion. His arms were stretched out stiffly, hands clenched into the arms of the chair. Strong, lean body taut with tension shifted slightly as he watched them.
“And you, señor, what do you think?” Trixie’s voice was husky with arousal.
“I think…” Keo’s voice died, as he watched Hudson’s hand move from her side to cup just under her breast. He cleared his throat. “I think I am ok with it.”
Hudson’s other hand clasped her hips as he did a small thrust with his hips against her biting down on her shoulder as his hand swallowed her breast in its strong heat.
“Hudson!” She gasped as she felt liquid arousal rubbing against her thighs. He had made her that wet. Her eyes closed awash in the seductive sensations. She could feel the connection between them warm and vibrant with attraction, with emotion. Hudson’s lips brushed upwards towards her mouth. A short, sharp kiss stung her lips and brought a deep moan from her.
“Trixie, I want to make love to you.” Hudson’s brown eyes were open, hot and emotional.
Trixie’s insides twisted with arousal, as moisture coated her inner thighs. Her hands tightened on his biceps, sexy curves of dense muscles. She looked at him. Was she going to take the risk?
Hudson gave her another short, hard kiss, pulling back to survey the results. Trixie licked her lips as she argued with herself. A slight sound of tearing fabric snapped her head around to Keo, but nothing looked ripped from what she could see.
“And what about you?” She asked Keo.
“I want you.”
She looked at his tense body, clenched hands and piercing eyes.
“But, Trixie, I want more than sex.” She lifted her eyes back to his. “I want the connection.”
íDios mío! Why did Keo have to say that? Why couldn’t she just indulge in some great sex and not worry about consequences? She couldn’t do a relationship with these two. Right? She shuddered to think about her family’s reaction to her dating two men at the same time. Not as a ‘backdoor’ man-on-the-side sorta thing that various of her cousins engineered, but an out in the open threesome. She would be burned at the stake. Mentally, she groaned at her parent’s reaction.
Then again, Rimie and her two husbands had been at the club tonight. After a few shocked, surprised glances and some awkward conversation lapses as her familia had absorbed the relationship, everything had eventually settled down. Chewing on her lip a bit, Trixie thought about how Rimie had dealt with the situation. Rimie had…moved on. She just let everyone acclimate at their own pace and ignored any of the gasps, shocked faces and open mouths.
What’s more--Rimie was happy with her two men. Blissfully so.
“Don’t worry, beauty.” Hudson put a big thumb on her mouth and eased her bottom lip from under her teeth. “It will all work out. You will see.” He placed a breezy, air kiss on her lips, and her heart melted.
“Hudson,” she whispered.
“Do you want us, beauty?”
She nodded slightly.
“Say the words, Trixie.” Keo’s voice was tight with strain.
Come what may, she couldn’t turn her back on them. Not when they both wanted her, and a corner of her brain was saying that they needed her, too. “Yes.”
She floated through the air, only realizing at the last that Hudson was carrying her as easily as he would pick up a pillow and transport it across the apartment. As she passed through the bedroom doorway, Keo was already inside the room turning on the soft bedside lamp.
Then Hudson took a mighty leap and Trixie was gasping as she was truly flying through the air landing on the bed with Hudson underneath her. Hudson had twisted them in the air so that he could cushion her landing. The air was all pushed out of her lungs at the impact. Whoosh! Her first deep breath in and she was cracking up. Hudson’s big grin made her laugh harder.
Easily, Hudson scooched back so that he was half sitting braced against the headboard, shifting her weight nonchalantly, like it was trivial. Chuckles still bursting from her, she turned to see Keo frowning at them as he stood beside the bed and somehow that tickled her even more. Laughter making her belly hurt all the way up until the point that Keo took off his shirt and then without warning her laughter dried up.
Soft lamplight caressed coppery skin gleaming across his chest. His lithe, proportioned body was sexy as hell. Standing there in his faded jeans, abs taut and biceps flexing slightly, he could have graced any modeling studio, cologne ad or underwear commercial. The man could make millions as a model. The man was S-E-X, and she wanted to touch every inch of him. But she still had a touch of doubt as to how this would work with the three of them. Keo was a little prickly.
As Keo moved to get on the bed, Trixie spoke up, “Not so fast. I am not sure about you.”
Keo blanched and looked thunderstruck. And hurt.
“No, no. Lindo. I didn’t mean it like that.” Trixie grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her. She put a soft kiss of apology on his palm. She tugged on his hand until he was beside where she was sitting on Hudson.
“I am sorry, Keo. I didn’t mean it like that.” She gulped. Truth time. “I want you just as much as Hudson.” She cupped his cheek and
stared into those powerful eyes so that he could feel every word she was about to say.
“Keo, when we are in bed together, this is not the place for snarky comments. Can you be open to this?” His eyes caressed over every part of her face, warming as they went.
“Yes, Trixie. Yes.”
“¡Bueno!” She murmured against his lips as she pressed forward and kissed those stern lips of his. They certainly looked stern, but for her they were mobile and sensitive. They stroked and cherished her as his tongue plummeted into her mouth in a demand for her surrender. She moaned as his kiss turned hot and powerful. She wiggled in delight as her arousal amped up, like they had never stopped to have a discussion, like it was back to the point where Hudson had been kissing the stuffing out of her. But now it was Keo kissing the hell out of her. End result was the same. Aching, longing, horny as hell.
Hudson had remained quiet and still as they talked, but no longer. His hands moved to learn every inch of her body. Big rough hands stroked over her back, kneading muscles luxuriously, releasing various exclamations that she couldn’t keep quiet. Their hands bumped together over her breasts.
“No, together, work together.” They both pulled away. “No, that’s not good either.” She looked at both of them. “Each of you touch me.” Each male went straight to a boob. Not what she had thought of, but she shoulda guessed!
She took a deep breath as she felt their hard hands fondling her breasts. “Sí, I like. This makes me hot.” Trixie moved their hands to the same breast, pressing them to her hard. “But it’s when you work together, that slays me.” Her breathing increased as she used their thumbs together to pinch her nipple. She moaned as they took turns swiping their thumb across her nipple. Her hands clenched on theirs. They were making her soaking wet. She moved their hands roughly together to massage and grip her breast.
“Sí, Hudson right there. Osito chulo. Yes. Yes.” Trixie turned to Keo. “Keo, lindo, kiss me again.”