“We’re not done here.”
And someone else spoke back. “Good. Then I made it in time.”
Clay. Oh, good Lord. She kept her eyes closed in the child-like hope that if she didn’t see him, he wouldn’t be there.
“I figure if we’re both going to love her, we should just…both love her.”
Of course he would figure that. Because, if she’d made it clear she could give her heart to both men, well, apparently, that made her open to anything. Everything.
“Gem?”
So, he wasn’t going to disappear like a figment of her imagination. Reluctantly, out of hope, she opened her eyes.
And there he was, wonderful, hot, sexy Clay. Slowly taking his shirt over his head and letting her see his ripped abs, his smooth, muscled chest, his strong shoulders. And then those intense blue eyes that shone hot sparks into hers. She watched as he stroked one hand down his chest, along his belly, until it rested over his jeans where his cock was swollen. He rubbed himself a little, then took his hand around to his back pocket. It came back with a little tube of lube, which he tossed onto the bed beside her.
“I want to double-fuck you, Gem. I want your ass, while Quinn fucks your pussy. Are you going to say no?”
She swallowed hard, mesmerized by those eyes, and maybe even by the image evoked by his words. Slowly, she became aware that Quinn’s head was beside her now, his hot breath and then his lips warming the crook of her neck. He had one hand over her breast, his thumb gently strumming her nipple. And he moved inside her, quietly fucking her while another man watched.
Gemini could guess which way he voted.
It turned her on. Quinn fucking into her, Clay watching. Her own arousal rose in response to both those things. Clay unzipped, taking his cock out, stroking himself. His lovely, huge, wanting cock.
Would she say no? “No.”
Clay’s eyes blazed. He toed out of his shoes and pushed his jeans down his thighs.
“Roll over, Quinn,” Clay instructed. “Take her to her side.”
Quinn took his time about it. He lifted up and cupped her face first, and kissed her—softly, greedily, and back to soft again. “I love you, Gemini,” he said. “You love me back, right?”
Gemini brushed her fingers over his rough, whiskered jaw. “Yes, Quinn. I love you.”
He held her head close to his, their gazes locked, as he rolled to his side and took her with him. He lifted up and brought her lower leg along his hip until it was at his waist, and then settled back down. Hooking her other leg with his hand, he brought that up, too. All the while he pressed firmly into her, keeping her filled.
Clay grunted his approval. “Now, I like the look of that.”
Gemini could imagine what he saw. She was spread open, wrapped around Quinn. He worked his cock into her slowly, very intently. No doubt, Clay had a perfect view of that action, and the effect it had on her body.
She felt his weight as he kneed his way onto the bed. He cupped her cheek and turned her face toward his, then dropped his head and kissed her.
His mouth was hot and sweet, the kiss long and intent, but not rough.
Still, it made her shudder. Clay made love to her mouth while Quinn had both hands fingering her nipples, plucking at her, and his cock fucked gently in and out of her. It was incredibly erotic. So very taking. So very loving.
“Oh, God.”
Clay had lifted up again to look at her. And nudged her head a little until she opened her eyes to him. “You forgot to say something to me last night.”
“Did I?” That was a tease, though, because she knew what he meant. She’d been surprised that he’d left her with those three words still unsaid.
His eyes flared a little. He let himself down on one elbow, keeping his head over hers, his mouth close. But he was doing something with his hands and in a moment she learned what.
She felt pressure at her ass and then a cold shock as he squeezed a large shot of lube into her. Up her.
“Oh.” Her body shuddered, excited and startled at once.
The cold turned to heat as his fingers pressed into her, circling first, reaming, then pushing in. “Clay.”
He timed his plunging fingers to Quinn’s thrusts. It matched, too, the little pinches Quinn gave her nipples. “Oh my God.”
Clay leaned into her, nipping at her earlobe with his teeth, running his tongue along her jaw. He breathed hotly into her ear. “You want my cock up your ass, don’t you? You want us both fucking you, filling you.”
Gemini shuddered again, already so exquisitely stimulated. “Maybe.” It was almost a pant. “Maybe.”
“You do, babe. You fucking hot bitch.” He pushed his fingers into her harder, and she moaned with the impossible pleasure of it. “You do. Say it.”
“Yes. Yes, I want it.”
“Please.”
“Yes. Please. Fuck my ass, Clay.”
He moved closer, and Gemini knew his cock was right there. And, Lord, yes, she wanted it. “Clay.”
“Tell me what I want to hear, baby. You know what I need.”
His fingers worked into her, harder, such a grueling, seductive pleasure she could barely hear his words. Could barely process them. “Clay.”
“Tell me.”
He did it then. He put his cock right at her anus. She could feel the heat of him, could just begin to feel the stretch. But he held there, not giving her what she really needed.
“Clay.” It was a whimper.
“Babe.” That was a warning.
She remembered then what it was he needed to hear. “I love you.”
“Yeah.” He spoke at the same moment he shoved into her.
“Ahh.”
“Baby.” Clay grasped her hip and fucked hard into her ass. He was hot and wild with the very first thrust. Gemini moaned right away. The incredible stretch of those two cocks that filled her was driving her crazy. Quinn got all hot with it, too, matching in speed and depth the way Clay pounded into her. He took a tighter grasp on her tits, tugging at her each time he fucked her.
They all three shook with it, their bodies flailing to give and receive the greatest stimulation, their breaths harsh and needy, their words gritty. Clay’s hand clutched at Gemini’s hip, then slid forward to her clit. He pressed there, massaging her hard, sending shocks of pleasure into that distended bud. His fingers knocked into her even harder every time Quinn thrust in.
Her breath quivered out. “Oh, God. Clay. Quinn. Oh. More. More. Don’t stop.”
Combined, their breaths rose to a roar. Gemini clutched them, a hand to both heads, bringing them close so she was surrounded by them in all ways—their breaths and feral groans hot in her ears, their hands possessing her, driving her every last sexual nerve wild, their cocks filling her, staking their claim, in the most basic way making her theirs.
She trembled and started to jerk as she gave herself over to it. She cried out, a steady wail that rose in pitch and volume. Distantly, she heard the two men cursing, growling. Their hands turned bruising, their thrusts frantic.
They all came together, an explosive, devastating shared orgasm that made them crazed. Their bodies clenched and shook, spasming in ecstasy. Gemini felt their release as they blasted into her, filling both her ass and pussy with their cum, adding to the heat, slicking their last thrusts into her.
They all quaked and moaned for long minutes, aftershocks coursing through them. The men both cursed, words of wonder and praise and…love.
Gemini found a hand from each of them and laced fingers, clutching them tight. “Clay. Quinn.”
“Baby.”
“Sweetheart.”
“I didn’t know that could happen.”
Quinn lifted their entwined hands to brush her face. He gently pulled out of her and kissed her lips. “I didn’t know, either. That was incredible, honey.”
Clay wasn’t as much the gentleman. He left his cock in her ass, kept her held against him with a hand at her belly. Gemini found she didn’t ob
ject. To her surprise, she liked that base, gritty symbol of ownership. And liked it, too, when he nuzzled into her ear. “I love you, babe.”
She smiled, still clinging to both of them, her lips still curved as she fell into sleep.
Chapter Five
Clay drove Gemini to Jace’s office before his evening shift. He touched her at every opportunity—keeping her hand in his as he drove, his palm warm at the small of her back as he guided her through the downtown building to Jace’s legal suite.
It had been the same with both Clay and Quinn when they’d finally left her bed that morning. The men had fallen asleep with her, each of them laying claim to her in some way—fingers tangled into her hair, an arm wrapped around her waist and holding her close. Then, as they’d made breakfast and eaten, always there were touches and intent gazes, firm connections that signaled their attachment.
With a long, sweet kiss, Quinn had left to work the lunch crowd at the bar. Having a date that night, Gemini told Clay she needed to shop and quite enjoyed his reluctant indulgence as he took her to the Promenade. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, determinedly ignoring the acute interest of both shoppers and store staff as she found the perfect little sheath in shimmering turquoise at Ann Taylor’s. Watching him watch her while he pretended he wasn’t the focus of acute female attention was so much fun that she found she had to look in both Soma’s and Victoria’s Secret to find just the right undergarments.
Then he turned the tables on her. He drove them to North Tejon, parked at his condo and walked her down the street to Jack Miller’s jewelry store. There, she stood waiting while he shopped. And when he took her up to his loft, he peeled her clothes off—using mostly his mouth—until she was naked. Slowly, he dressed her back up with their purchases. He started with his—a fiery gold pendant that hung sensually between her breasts. He held it there at her neck as though to fasten it, but then let it slide down and over until it bumped against her nipple.
He took it in his mouth then, both the nipple and the piece of jewelry. He suckled and tongued her, using the sharp edge of gold and stone to stimulate her. She was needy, breathing roughly when he lifted up to look at her. Watching her intently, he slid the pendant over to her other nipple and gave it the same erotic treatment.
Both nipples were red and tingling with need when he finished. But he was far from done with her. His gaze on hers, he dangled the necklace by its chain and let it slide between her breasts down the center of her body, past her navel, until it hovered at her clit. He left it there long enough for her to understand what was going to happen next. Then he knelt and made love to her clit with the jewelry and his tongue. Time and again, he took her to the edge of climax—and left her there.
He was wickedly, creatively erotic. He pushed the necklace, chain and all, into her cunt, and used his fingers to rub the pendant into her most sensitive spots. With his fingers breaching her, he held the pendant inside while he slowly pulled the chain out and worked it back and forth over her clit.
Then he moved to kneel behind her and played with her with even greater wickedness.
He left her bent over, nearly collapsed, and panting, wildly overstimulated and yet unfulfilled. She heard him run water in the bathroom, and when he came back to fasten the necklace around her, it was still warm from its cleansing.
With clear regret, he set himself to covering up those places he’d used and abused. He started with the sexy heels she’d bought at Francesca’s—black with big velvet bows at her ankles. Then her panties and bra, and, finally, that tightly fitting sheath. When he was done, he gave her one last kiss—over the pendant that was suspended just right at her plunging neckline.
It was a wicked exhibition of ownership. He’d stimulated her with his mouth and his tongue and the necklace, keeping her exquisitely needy, hovering at but never letting her fall over the edge of climax. He’d dressed her. Now he was taking her to another man. She would go with Clay’s necklace at her breast and her body craving his.
The feral satisfaction of it shone in his eyes when he was done with her. She was wobbly on those high heels when he put his hand on her bum and moved her toward the door.
And when they were shown into Jace’s office, his hand was exactly in that same place.
Jace sat behind his desk, suited up and handsome as could be. He looked up from his computer but stayed put where he was. His gaze roved over Gemini, and she felt sure he understood it all—the significance of her only piece of jewelry, the possessive hand on her ass, and, very likely, the barely suppressed agitation of sexual frustration.
His eyes were still on her when he spoke. “Thanks for bringing her, Clay.”
It was a dismissal that Clay took his time about acknowledging. His hand on her ass kept firm possession, and he nudged her chin up to turn her face to his. “Bye, baby,” he said. The satisfaction in his eyes let her know he was aware of the frustration that simmered below her surface.
He was at the door before she stirred enough to remind him to be careful out there.
* * * *
An hour later, Jason put his hands flat on the desk and pushed back, eyeing the stubborn woman across from him. “You have a legal right to his money. California’s alimony laws are complex, but they take into account compensation for physical and emotional abuse.”
“I don’t want his money.”
“You deserve it, Gem. The man is very wealthy. You shouldn’t have to live off a bartender’s pay when he’s, like, Midas.”
“I’ll go back to work as a midwife as soon as I get my license here. I can live just fine on that salary.”
Jace was totally glad to hear her making plans to stay in the state, but that wasn’t the point. “He deserves to pay for what he did to you. Imagine making him suffer every month he has to write a check to you.”
“I don’t care whether he suffers or not. Mostly, I’d like to disappear from his life and have him never think of me again. And I’d like to never think of him.”
“What if it turns out you are pregnant with his child?”
“I’m not.” Gem grasped the arms of her chair and blushed a little. “I just had to borrow a tampon from your assistant.”
She’d gotten up and excused herself shortly after Clay had left her. He remembered thinking women sure took longer in the restroom than men did.
“A lot of women have some bleeding in early pregnancy, don’t they?” As soon as he spoke he wanted to bite his tongue. “I mean, even if they don’t miscarry.”
He could see pain in her eyes, but she suppressed it. “That’s true. But I’m pretty sure this is just a normal period.”
Hell. He supposed it was ungentlemanly to complain even only in his head that she’d get her period just when he’d decided that his battle to resist hitting the sheets with her was a lost cause. “You’ll do a pregnancy test, just to be certain?”
“Sure.”
“Um…do you need anything else? Ibuprofen?” He had a stash in his drawer.
She smiled. “No, I begged some of that, too.”
It wasn’t much of a smile. “Are you relieved?” He’d have thought so, but he was having trouble reading her.
Even a trace of the smile was gone. “Mostly. Of course.”
He tilted his head. “Mostly?”
She took a breath and looked at him levelly. “I’m very glad I’m not pregnant with Bryce’s child.”
Jace kicked back further in his chair, watching her. “You’re saying you’d be happy to have Quinn’s baby, or Clay’s.”
Her gaze was still steadily on his. “Or yours.”
Yeah, the chance had been there. He just hadn’t put a slam dunk effort into it like his pals had. “Don’t you think it would be better to wait until we sort of work out where this”—he lifted his hand in the air—“whatever—is going?”
“This ménage.”
Jace’s brows rose. “We have a ménage?”
“It seems like it, doesn’t it? And I’m re
ally not expecting it to ‘go’ anywhere.” She wiggled her fingers for quotation marks. “I love Quinn and Clay. I probably am going to love you, too. I think you three expect that eventually I’ll choose one of you. I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
Wow. “So…you can see us all together and happy as a foursome?”
She lifted a shoulder. “I can’t see me saying no to any one of you. If you don’t want in, or Quinn doesn’t, or Clay…you’ll have to say so.”
“You say it like that’s a normal thing.”
Gem shook her head. “I don’t think it’s normal. I never would have thought that was where I’d be going when I walked into Mach One. It’s just where I am. It just is.”
He huffed a breath out. “It seems crazy.”
Gemini nodded. “Understood. But what really seems crazy to me is how much I lost myself in order to keep Bryce happy. Really,” she said. “I lost myself. I don’t see that happening with any one of you. Or with all of you.”
“The three of us have always been very possessive about any woman we’re with.”
She smiled wryly. “And I expect you still will be—outside of the ménage.”
“You keep using that word.”
“I know. It’s weird, isn’t? To be thinking of it, I mean.”
“Yeah,” he said. “Weird.” But the more he thought about it, the more it appealed.
* * * *
Jason took her to the Broadmoor for dinner and then to his home. There, they danced out on his deck, under the stars.
He was a very sweet date. His attention always was fully on her, even as several women they ran into—staff at the resort or acquaintances who were guests there—made subtle or blatant efforts to flirt with him. He treated her as though she were the only woman in the world for him.
And held her that way as they danced. He gently kept her close with one hand at her back. With his other hand, he clasped hers and held it against his chest. His blue eyes held steadily on hers.
“You’re very beautiful, Gemini.”
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