Edwards, Willa - Reunion Makes Three [Snowedin Fantasies] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Willa Edwards

  But most importantly Beth wasn’t here. Marcos was here. Marcos loved him. Marcos wanted to give him his greatest desire.

  Dell turned toward the door, where the strawberry blonde woman stood frozen, staring at him. Her jaw dropped. Her hand still perched on the door handle. The low-cut emerald dress glowed next to her pale, freckled skin.

  All the breath escaped from Dell’s lungs on a whisper. “Beth?”

  Chapter Two

  The strawberry-blonde beauty stared up at them, her eyes large. She must be their date. She had the key to the room they’d left for their surprise third. Yet she stared at them as if she had no idea what she’d walked in on.

  Minga! Marcos hoped she was their date. She was the most beautiful woman Marcos thought he’d ever seen. Long curls fell down her back, and her white skin would be gorgeous between his and Dell’s olive and tan. Her breasts peaked out from the top of her green dress, tempting him like apples in the Garden of Eden. It took a tremendous amount of restraint to keep himself from running to her side and dropping down to his knees to slide his tongue along the valley between those tits.

  “Dell?”

  It took Marcos a moment to realize their date couldn’t possibly know their names. They didn’t know hers. They’d never exchanged them. They’d been more concerned about what positions they liked than what names they’d be screaming while twisted into them.

  But Dell had called her something. He’d used a name he couldn’t remember.

  The girl’s soft pink lips quivered. He drew in a breath, imagining those lips wrapped around his cock while he sucked off Dell. Tonight was going to be great. But instead of walking into the room, she spun around and raced away from them.

  In shock, he turned toward Dell, surprised to find the same confused stare on his face as the beautiful woman’s. A long, tense moment passed before Dell spoke. “I can’t believe it’s Beth. Beth. Of all people.”

  It took a moment before the repeated whispering of the girl’s name made a connection in Marcos memory. He’d heard Dell whisper the same words. Early on in their relationship, when they’d listed their past partners, he’d mentioned her. And more recently, when they’d discussed his high school reunion.

  “You mean your first? Your high school girlfriend.” Somehow, the woman who’d ended up at their door to share a thrilling night with them was the same girl Dell had lost his virginity to and had loved for years.

  Dell nodded. “I’d heard she’d moved back here, but I had no idea…” His words trailed off, and he looked up at Marcos in shock. “I had no idea it was her. I had no clue. I would never deceive you like that.”

  He continued to ramble until Marcos wrapped his hand around his face, redirecting his attention up. Marcos met his gaze, wanting no confusion on this point. “I know, mio sole. I believe you.”

  Dell nodded, his gaze shifted away. Marcos could remember him talking of the girl, the regret and infatuation still strong in his words. Having seen the girl now, Marcos understood the pull she had on Dell. Fottere, she was already starting to have the same effect on him. Those green eyes could lead any man to his death and he’d be happy for it.

  “I can’t believe she wanted this. She wanted both of us.” Dell spoke more to the room than Marcos. His gaze distant, his attention shifted away from the current moment.

  “Thank god for us, mio amore. I never imagined such a gorgeous siren showing up tonight. American men must be enormi idioti to force a woman like that to use the Internet to find dates.” He shifted, adjusting the bulge in the front of his pants, hoping to alleviate some of the tightness, but failed. “I can’t wait to have her between us.”

  Dell turned to him. His eyes widened with surprise. “You’d really be all right with that? With inviting my ex into our bed?”

  Marcos smiled down at his lover. He wrapped his arm around Dell’s shoulders, pulling him into his embrace. “I’ve wanted this night for so long, and there’s no denying how beautiful the woman is.” Dell shook his head against Marcos chest, a twinge of regret inhibiting his movements, as if agreeing the girl was attractive somehow diminished their love. No matter how gorgeous the girl was, she couldn’t give Dell what he did. She didn’t endanger the bond they had, the life together they’d chosen. But she might be able to strengthen it. “I’d be happy to invite her to join us, if that’s what you want, mio sole.”

  Dell looked up at him confused, questioning. His eyebrows crinkled together. After three years, Marcos knew his lover well, and could see the battle raging within him. Marcos’s gut churned as he waited for Dell’s response. He’d respect Dell’s decision. If he didn’t want to chase after the girl, they wouldn’t, but Marcos hoped to god he didn’t make that choice. He already envisioned all that blonde sweetness between them. His cock ached to thrust inside her or Dell. As long as they were all screaming with passion, he didn’t care what positions they took.

  “Yes,” he finally whispered. “I still want her.”

  That was all Marcos needed to hear. As long as Dell still wanted her, still wanted this night, they’d figure out the rest. They always did.

  He pulled Dell close, slamming their mouths together in a hard, fast kiss. “Then I’ll go get her.” He smiled and ran to the door. He had to get to her fast before she fled too far to be convinced to come back.

  Throwing open the door, he thundered out into the hall. From the corner of his eye, a flash of strawberry strode down the hall, fast as her long, shapely legs would carry her. Just beyond her, the bank of elevators loomed like the gates of hell, the hell they’d be in if she slipped past him through their doors and down to the lobby and away from them. “Bella, wait,” he screamed through the hall, the emptiness vibrating with his words.

  Beth stopped midstride, turning back toward him, her eyebrows raised. She hesitated for a second, staring at him like she’d seen a ghost. Then she twirled, picking up speed, striding toward the elevator doors up ahead. If he didn’t get to her by then, he’d have no chance to convince her to come back. He and Dell’s fantasy to share their bed with a beautiful woman would go unfulfilled.

  After a month of planning, he wasn’t ready to give up yet. Especially now that he’d seen her. His hard-as-a-spike cock wouldn’t let him.

  He picked up speed, racing down the hallway. He managed to slide past her by only inches and stop in front of her, preventing any further progress. She glared up at him, her eyes hard. He had the urge to reach out and rub the stiffness from her shoulders and see just how soft her skin was beneath his touch.

  “I’m not going back in there.” She gritted the words through a clenched jaw. Her hands fisted at her sides, the muscles shaking, her body stiff as a log. He could only imagine how nerve-racking this was for her, not only to stumble upon her ex-boyfriend with his lover, but to find out they were the men she come her to meet for a night of fun.

  He softened his voice, hoping to ease some of her concern. “We would never force you, but I hope you might reconsider.”

  “Do you know who I am?” Her green eyes challenged him, searching for a hint of insecurity. “Do you know I’m your boyfriend’s high school sweetheart?”

  He nodded, and her jaw dropped an inch. Her rigid posture stiffened a few more degrees. She licked her full bottom lip in a nervous gesture that had him almost moaning. His mind shifted to her other soft areas sliding against his, her lips, her breasts, her pussy. After a month of talking and fantasizing about having a woman between Dell and himself, he was near bursting with need, and only she could quench it.

  He stared down at her round breasts, rising and falling about the neckline of her dress with each breath. His mouth watered. His cock tightened painfully within his jeans. It didn’t matter that Dell and he had fucked just before coming here. One look from her emerald eyes and he hardened again. He needed to convince her to come back to the room, fast, or he might embarrass himself.

  He took a step closer, until their bodies almost touched. Her sweet feminine scent, lac
ed with a touch of cherries, drifted through the air, and his mouth watered to discover all the places that aroma clung to. “He wants you. He always has.”

  She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering. “And what about you? Do you really want to invite your boyfriend’s old flame into your bed?”

  “Maybe not every one of them, but you”—he looked her up and down, taking in all the beauty before him—“definitely.”

  She stared at him quizzically. Marcos took a deep breath, pushing an inch closer, unable to stay away from her. If he wanted to convince her, which given how hard he was standing in a hallway with her, didn’t feel like an option anymore, he needed to make her see just how great it could be between them. How much they’d pleasure and dote on her, just as all her fantasies had detailed.

  “You’re a beautiful woman. You must know that, bella.” He slid his hand down her arm, and her muscles quivered beneath his touch.

  She stared at him, a bit surprised, as if she’d never heard such compliments before. There was no way that could be true. Men must line up around the block for a beauty like her. “Standing there, in that little dress, you look like the most adorable Italian flag I’ve ever seen.”

  Her sweet bell laugh filled the hallway. Her soft lips turned up at the corners, and the tightness in his body expanded. Making her laugh did the same to his insides as making Dell smile or pant.

  Marcos swallowed hard, overwhelmed with the desire to make this woman pant, to make her scream and cry and come around them. He wanted to feel them both pushed deep within her at the same time, her sweaty body sandwiched between them, exhausted from exertion.

  He looked down at her, seeing the same lust reflected back in her eyes. “You wanted this night, didn’t you?”

  She nodded, a bit hesitant. He stepped closer until his cock pressed against her. She gasped, and he moaned at the touch of his hard bulge brushing her soft stomach. He placed his hands on either side of her body along the hotel wall, needing the support.

  “So do we. More than I can express.” Her eyes darkened, and she drew in a deep breath. She was aroused. She wanted them. There was no doubt. She only needed a little shove, just enough of a push to have her walking back to their room. Once he got her there, he and Dell would make sure she didn’t want to leave, by whatever means necessary.

  “We’ve been dreaming about this night for weeks. Each of us fantasizing about licking that creamy fica of yours, until you scream and cry out.” He watched her closely as her breath sped up a bit at his description. He smiled. Perfect. The exact reaction he was looking for.

  “Then we planned to slide deep into you while you’re all wet and warm. And we’d thrust in and out, in and out, while our hands explore your body and our lips discover each and every freckle dotting your milky skin.”

  He leaned in close enough that her hair tickled his cheek. “Would you like that?”

  Her soft pink tongue escaped her mouth again, smoothing over her lips, before she nodded.

  He took a deep breath, forcing his brain back on track. A task that proved more difficult than he ever could have imagined. Just the sight of that wicked tongue of hers could make any man dumb, deaf, and blind. But if he didn’t focus, he might lose any chance he had to feel its sweet brush against him. The realization was enough to bring his cloudy mind back to clarity.

  “Please don’t make us all miss out. We all need this.”

  She looked up. Her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something but didn’t know how to form the words. Luckily, he knew what he wanted and just how to tempt her with it.

  “This is all of our fantasies. For one night, let’s forget all else.” He brushed his thumb across her lips. Her mouth trembled beneath his touch. “We’ll forget what we should do or should say. Tonight will be just about us and all the pleasure we can give you.”

  Her large, bright eyes looked up at him. Her chest shuttered with each breath, her pulse pounding at the base of her throat. Her sweet cherry smell drifted to him through the air, hardening his cock and weakening his knees.

  He held his breath, waiting for her to respond. The sudden overwhelming urge to drop to his knees and beg, to kiss her toes until she promised to spend the night with them, seized him. As bizarre as it sounded, especial since he’d only known her for a few moments, he couldn’t let her go. Not yet.

  She nodded, and all the blood in his body rushed south. He gripped the wall, fighting to stay upright. He moaned, his brain too foggy to scream out the glee burning his throat.

  Tonight she was all theirs. Their fantasy come true.

  Chapter Three

  Beth followed Marcos back into the room, not sure how he’d convinced her to return. It must have something to do with that accent. It was definitely dampening her panties. Maybe it was turning her brain to jelly, too?

  If his convincing hadn’t caused her legs to shake and her nipples to tighten into hard peaks, she might know what to do now. She’d signed up for a fantasy, a nice, easy night of no-strings sex, not to come face-to-face with the first man to break her heart. After all she’d been through in the last few months, dealing with her unresolved issues toward Dell wasn’t at the top of her wish list.

  Back in high school, she’d loved Dell completely. But after they left town for separate colleges, he’d stopped returning her calls. Around Christmas break he’d written her a short e-mail saying their relationship was over. That was all it took to end everything between them and break her heart. Clearly she’d never meant as much to him as he had to her. She had no interest in reliving that pain. But she couldn’t walk away, either. She had to admit there were a few benefits to a familiar face being part of the crowd. It put her slightly at ease, calming the butterflies in her stomach to a gentle roar. And she now knew with certainty this night would be enjoyable. Even the first time, Dell knew what he was doing between the sheets, and from his naughty words in the hallway, Marcos didn’t appear to be a slouch, either.

  “You’re back,” Dell exclaimed in surprise, a large smile on his face, and she hated how her heart sped up a bit at the sight.

  “Yes, mio sole.” Marcos’s smile was twice as big as Dell’s and just as alluring. “Neither of us is ready to give up on tonight yet.”

  With his words, Dell turned toward her. His eyes filled with remorse, his shoulders slumped. He was about to apologize to her, just like Paul had, hoping it would end their fight. Men always thought a sorry was the answer, but most of the time, once they got around to apologizing, it was too little too late.

  “Beth, I—”

  She cut him off with a wave of her hand, stopping his words before they veered into dangerous territory. “I don’t want to talk about the past. This is just about tonight. About fulfilling a fantasy. There’s no reason to ruin it by talking about something that happened ten years ago.”

  Dell glanced down at the floor for a moment before he appeared to get his mind around her request and nodded.

  Marcos reached out, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her into his side, attempting to alleviate a fraction of the tension buzzing between the two of them. “I, for one, am happy you changed your mind.” His chest was hard against her breasts, and her nipples tightened. From the small smile on Marcos’s face, she’d guess he noticed the change. His hands crept down her body, smoothing over her back, dancing down her spine. His hot palms cupped her ass, and unconsciously she moaned, pressing deeper into his touch.

  “Sounds like she is, too.” He spoke of her, but his eyes locked on Dell. “Come join us, mio sole. She’s as soft and sweet as we imagined.”

  She shivered at the idea of Dell watching Marcos’s fingers massage her body. Her head swam, imagining them discussing her long into the night, touching each other, fucking, while they fantasized about her.

  A heat enveloped her back, and another hard bulge branded the sensitive dip at the base of her spine. Another set of hands smoothed up her legs, pulling her skirts with them, exposing her upper thighs to the
cool air. All thoughts of past pain, broken hearts, and high school vanished beneath the intoxicating dual touch.

  “That she is,” Dell purred into her ear before sucking on the soft lobe.

  Her knees buckled with the suction. She wrapped her arms around Marcos to keep from falling. Dell kissed down the column of her neck, nipping on her pulse point.

  Marcos placed his lips to hers. His crispy dry taste exploded over her tongue. Dell slipped his hands around her, pushing her dress and bra down to expose her breasts. She moaned, and Marcos took advantage, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, tangling with hers. He held her still while Dell played with her newly exposed nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers until she was dizzy.

  “She likes that,” Marcos’s gravelly voice whispered. He looked past her toward where Dell’s breath caressed her skin. “I think she’s drawn blood. She’s clawing my back raw.”

  “Poor baby. I promise to kiss it and make it all better.” The innuendo in Dell’s words slammed her in the stomach. Visions of Dell kissing Marcos, all over, had her flaming. The hungry beast inside her that needed both of them clawed to the surface.

  “Later, mio sole. First, I have plans for this beauty.” Her pussy dampened as they spoke about her, her body sliding between their two hot, hard male forms.

  A set of hands, she couldn’t be sure whose anymore, unzipped her dress, while the other pushed it down her hips. Her strapless bra was unhooked and tossed aside, leaving her standing in only her black lace thong.

  “It’s my turn for a taste,” Dell called, and before she could even move, Marcos spun her around in his arms. He held her steady as Dell wrapped his arms around her and pressed his mouth to hers. His lips were as strong and soft as they’d ever been, but Dell’s kiss was more demanding than she remembered. His tongue slid confidently into her mouth, curling and seeking, knowing where to touch to have her ears buzzing.