Transference (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Christelle Mirin

  Once inside the bedroom, she let go of Jack’s hand and climbed onto the bed. Moving to the middle, she rose up on her knees and faced the two men who now stood at the side of her bed. Grabbing the hem of her T-shirt, she slowly lifted it, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the other side of the room. Electricity surged through her, pulsing in time with her heartbeat. Unable to take it slow, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants and shimmied out of them. She wore nothing beneath. Naked and exposed before these two men, Crystaline had never felt so hot, so sexy. Back on her knees, she raised her hands and crooked a finger at both of them. “Come here,” she purred.

  It took only seconds for both of them to shed their clothes and move toward the bed.

  Crystaline swiped her tongue over her upper lip, getting a good look at two rock-hard cocks standing at attention. She moved toward the edge of the bed. They moved closer. On her knees at the edge, she raised her arms again and wriggled her fingers, urging them to come closer.

  Placing one hand on the back of each of their heads, she drew Jack down to her mouth for a wet kiss while guiding Joe to her exposed breast. Jack’s mouth was warm and inviting. She wanted to devour him whole. She tasted a slight tang of peppermint, as if he’d recently brushed his teeth. It made her tongue tingle. The tingle shot to her left breast when Joe’s lips captured her nipple in his mouth and he began to suck. She moaned, Joe’s tongue flicking the hard little nub while Jack took her head in his hands and pistoned his tongue into her hungry mouth. She closed her eyes, her breathing becoming deep and steady.

  Blue swirls of light floated behind her closed eyelids, her body coming alive with sensation.

  Joe’s hands, hot and greedy, moved over her body, deftly avoiding her healing burns. Jack’s fingers tangled in her hair, grabbing a handful, pulling her head backward and breaking the kiss. Jack moved to her right breast and took the nipple into his mouth, nipping with his teeth. She gasped, a sharp shock shooting up her spine, causing her back to arch. She cradled their heads with her hands, holding them to her breasts, each of them sucking, flicking, nibbling, and driving her to the edge of completion without either of them touching the sweet, wet spot between her legs.

  She threw her head back, reveling in the wickedness of the scene.

  Blue, deep, deep blue swirled in her mind.

  She needed more. She needed them inside her. She needed them to penetrate her soul and ward off the lightning that would soon come crashing out of the blue. “Please…” she choked out, opening her eyes.

  Joe released her breast from his lips and looked up at her. His eyes were sultry, understanding what she needed. He placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder, easing him away from her breast. “She needs more,” he said.

  The three of them moved together onto the bed, hands stroking, positioning Crystaline’s trembling body.

  She felt drugged with urgent need. She blinked, her world tinged with hazy blue light. “Hurry,” she said, as the two men positioned her on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed.

  Jack moved in front of her, at the head of the bed, his cock brushing her lips. She opened her mouth, feeling Joe spread her legs and move in between them behind her, his fingers playing in the cleft of her bottom. Joe dipped his fingers lower, delving into her sweet spot, sliding one finger over her swollen clit. She gasped and surged forward, taking Jack’s shaft into her mouth and closing her lips around him. Joe entered her pussy from behind, slowly, going deeper.

  She shuddered and closed her eyes. Yes. Better.

  Her men began to move.

  Crystaline braced herself with her hands. Jack dove into her mouth, and she took almost all of him, her tongue putting pressure on the underside of his cock. He tasted slightly salty. It just made her want to suck every little taste from his hot skin. Joe thrust in behind her, his fingers digging into her hips, holding her in place. He filled her, and her juices flowed. They began a rhythm, penetrating her on both ends, shoving the blue back, dimming it.

  Crystaline felt the low tickle in her throat, down deep and rumbling. Jack in her mouth, Joe in her pussy, both of them moving, stroking in and out. Her body buzzed with urgency. They moved faster, deeper. She felt her arms begin to quiver with the exertion of holding herself in place as they pistoned into her.

  Her pussy skittered with electricity and then—exploded with her release, the blue swirling mass in her mind shattering into tiny sparks. She convulsed in ecstasy, her throat milking cream from Jack’s cock as he groaned and stiffened while her pussy clenched Joe’s shaft, bringing him to completion with a load groan from behind her.

  The three of them froze in a locked embrace, a shuddering mass of pleasure, riding their release until they collapsed in a heap on the bed, breathing hard and dewed with sweat.

  Crystaline brushed the hair out of her eyes and sucked in a breath. She gazed up at the ceiling of her bedroom. It was white. Not blue.

  It was white.

  Chapter Nine

  Joe waited for his heartbeat to slow to normal, vaguely wondering just how high his blood pressure was at the moment. He raked his fingers through his hair. Damn. He was worn out.

  Crystaline shifted beside him on the bed, rolling toward him. He slipped his arm beneath her, pulling her closer. She draped one arm over his chest and rested her head on his shoulder. Her hand lay over his heart, small and warm. He glanced down at her flushed face. She was beautiful. Her eyes were closed, her long, dark lashes brushing her cheeks. Her lips, full and rosy, were parted slightly. She let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing into his, the fingers of her hand flexing, her nails scratching his chest.

  A feeling gripped his heart. All he wanted to do was protect this woman, satisfy her every desire and spend every minute he could with her.

  This feeling that gripped his heart like a vise felt very much like love.

  With a spark of realization, Joe was floored by the emotion.

  He loved her.

  The bed shifted and creaked.

  Joe wrenched his eyes away from Crystaline’s soft-slumbering face. “Hey,” he said softly so as not to wake her. “You don’t have to rush off.”

  Jack buttoned the waistband of his jeans and zipped his fly. “I don’t think I could rush anywhere at the moment.” He gathered his almost waist length hair with both hands and caught it together at the nape of his neck, flipping it back over his shoulders. “I was just going to duck back home and grab a beer.” He pointed at Joe. “You want one?”

  “Yeah, I’d love one, but I can’t. I’ve got to be at work in about an hour.”

  Jack nodded. “I hear you. I’ll, uh, be back in a minute. I think you and I need to talk.”

  “I think we do,” Joe said, easing Crystaline’s hand from his chest. “I’ll meet you in the living room.”

  Jack turned and left the bedroom. The front door opened and closed.

  Joe brushed his lips across Crystaline’s forehead. She smiled in her sleep.

  Carefully, he maneuvered himself out of bed without waking her. The bedcovers were a mess, but he managed to cover her gloriously naked body with a light blanket before grabbing his clothes and heading for the shower.

  He showered quickly and dressed, glancing at his watch. There wasn’t a whole lot of time before he needed to be on the floor and checking his patients for the night.

  Entering the living room, his mind on figuring out where he left his shoes, Joe was startled when Jack spoke.

  “Am I the first guy you two have invited to join you?”

  Joe turned toward his voice. Jack was sitting on the couch, a long-necked bottle in one hand dangling between his knees. “Yes. You are. Have you seen my shoes anywhere?”

  “That them?” Jack asked, pointing to a shoe peeking from under a chair on the other side of the room.

  Joe snapped his fingers. “Yep. Thanks.” He crossed the room, leaned over to retrieve his shoes, then sat in the chair to put them on.

  “I want to get to kn
ow her better. I want to be around her a lot more.” Jack took a swig of beer.

  Joe met his gaze. “Listen, Jack, I told you it’s not an issue. If she wants more than just me, I’m okay with it.” He tilted his chin down and hardened his look, wanting Jack to get the full meaning of his next statement. “I’m okay with you being the third person in this thing—as long as you don’t hurt her.”

  Jack grinned lopsidedly. “That’s not going to happen. I like her too much to hurt her.”

  Joe slid on his other shoe. “You may like her a lot, but I love her.” Did I just say that out loud?

  “If this shared relationship works out,” Jack said, a note of sincerity in his voice, “I’ve got a feeling my ‘like’ will be turning into a ‘love’ in a very short time.”

  “We’re in agreement then.” Joe stood and held out his hand.

  Jack stood and shook it.

  A low moan came from the direction of the bedroom.

  “She must be dreaming again,” Joe said, glancing at his watch. “Are you staying here for a while?”

  Jack shrugged. “Yeah. Maybe the night, if she’ll let me.”

  “Good.” He clapped Jack on the shoulder. “Since she was struck by lightning, she has these dreams…”

  Another moan issued from the bedroom.

  “Go be with her, Jack. She gets scared. I’ve got to go to work.”

  Jack slugged down the rest of his beer and started for the hall.

  “Jack?” Joe called after him.

  He looked back. “Yeah?”

  “Call me at the hospital if you need me.”

  Jack nodded. “I’ll take care of her. Don’t worry.” He turned and started toward the bedroom again.

  Joe was torn. He’d heard her moan like that before in the hospital. She was dreaming about the accident, and when she woke up, she’d be fighting and gasping to catch her breath. He wanted to go to her, to be by her side, but he had to go to work. Besides, Jack needed to see her after the dream, learn how to comfort her, to get closer to her if this three-way relationship was going to work out.

  With a deep sigh and a heavy heart, Joe turned toward the front door.

  Chapter Ten

  Crystaline struggled for breath. Smoky blue tendrils slithered into her nostrils and pushed past her lips, smothering her. She was drowning in the blue.

  “Wake up, wake up, Crystaline,” a muffled voice said against her ear.

  She jerked her head toward the source of the voice. “Help…me…”

  “I’m here.”

  She brushed the cover over her aside, heat infusing her. Reaching out, her hands found purchase on what felt like strong shoulders. She forced her eyes open.

  In the dim light, Jack hovered above her, his hazel eyes locked on hers, his brow etched with worry.

  Electric sizzle sparked to life in the blue swirling through her body, teasing her nerve endings with its buzzing need.

  She grasped his head between both hands and brought his lips to hers. She opened her mouth, a small whine escaping her throat as his tongue pierced the blue barrier that filled her and entered her mouth.

  He moved, his body weight pressing against her from above, his tongue sweeping the blue from her mouth. She moaned, mewed, and slid one leg up over his hip, hooking it around his waist. She bucked her hips against him, the rough texture of his jeans-encased cock rubbing deliciously against her center.

  She tangled her fingers in his hair and jerked his mouth from hers. She locked her gaze with his, her world tinted blue now.

  “Fuck me, Jack,” she said.

  He groaned deeply and pushed up and away from her to remove his clothes.

  She let him go, knowing it would only be seconds before he returned.

  And he returned with a vengeance.

  There was no preamble, no pause for pleasantries.

  Free of his clothes, Jack kneed her thighs open, grasped her left leg behind the knee and raised it, then plunged into her buzzing pussy with his hot, hard shaft.

  “Yes,” she screamed, raising her arms above her head and placing her splayed hands against the headboard to brace herself against his assault.

  The blue drew back into itself, forming a ball of energy down low in her center. Jack braced himself above her with one arm, the other hand gripping her leg and raising it even higher. His hair brushed over her skin in waves as he sunk deeply into her then pulled back. His urgency slowed, and he drew them into a lulling pace with his strokes.

  Crystaline groaned, his cock driving deep into her pussy, filling her, and then he pulled back, the friction stoking the blue fire inside her. “Make me come, Jack.”

  His gaze stayed locked with hers, beads of sweat forming on his face. “I will, baby. I will.”

  She dropped one hand, grasping his muscled bicep, and rocked her hips upward, taking all of him. With every stroke, he brought the blue energy closer to implosion until finally, she arched her neck and screamed her release. “Arghhhh!” Her world exploded again in a fireworks display of electric blue sparks as she came, the waves of pleasure rippling through her like a tidal wave.

  Jack stiffened, his groan joining her scream, and he blasted his own orgasm deep inside her, his cream extinguishing the blue that was left.

  He collapsed on top of her. Crystaline wrapped her arms around Jack’s neck, her muscles weak as a kitten’s. “Thank you, Jack,” she breathed. “Thank you.”

  “Mmm,” he mumbled without raising his head.

  After a few moments, she patted his shoulder. “Let’s take a shower.” She was exhausted, but she desperately needed to rinse the ravages of hot sex off her body.

  He rolled off her onto the bed. “Are you up for it?”

  She nodded. “If you come with me.” She glanced over at him and smiled. “I’ll wash your back.”

  “And I’ll wash yours.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Crystaline and Jack took a long, warm shower, leisurely lathering each other with gentle hands. Both of them were tired and sated, but the spray of the water managed to revive them enough to realize they were both hungry. After toweling each other off, Crystaline wrapped herself in her robe and padded into the kitchen.

  “Scrambled eggs okay?” she called out, flicking on the kitchen light.

  “Sounds good,” Jack answered. “Want some help?”

  “Yeah. You can make the toast.” She retrieved the eggs from the fridge along with the bag of shredded cheese.

  Jack entered the kitchen wearing only his jeans, his long hair slicked back over his shoulders. “Show me to the toaster.”

  Moments later, they sat across from each other at the table, sampling the cheesy eggs and hot, buttered toast.

  “This is good,” Jack said, pointing at her with a piece of toast.

  “Thanks. Just something quick. It is the middle of the night.” She laid down her fork. “I hope you don’t have to work too early in the morning.”

  He shook his head. “Nah. As a matter of fact, I’m in the process of retiring.”

  She sat back in her chair. “Are you serious? You’re too young to retire.”

  He popped the last bite of toast in his mouth, chewed, then washed it down with water before answering. “Maybe I am younger than most retirees, but I want to enjoy life while I’m able. I made good business decisions when I was very young, and now it’s paid off. I sold my business for enough money to keep me living an okay life for some time. This way, I can pursue my other interests.”

  “Other interests?”

  “I’ll tell you about them sometime.”

  “Well, that’s just wonderful. So…you’ll be home a lot, or will you travel now that you’re retiring?”

  He reached across the table and took her hand in his. “I think I’ll be home a lot. Just in case my neighbor needs, well, anything.”

  She smiled, warmth filling her. How in the world did she ever manage to find two such understanding men? “You know, before the accident, I would have ne
ver considered this sort of arrangement,” she said. She pulled her hand back from his and toyed with the collar of her robe. “As a matter of fact, this was the first time I’ve ever done anything like this.” She looked him straight in the eye. “You don’t think I’m bad, do you?”

  He leaned forward. “Oh hell no. You might be a little wicked, but you’re not bad. What brought this on?”

  She felt sheepish. She wasn’t used to all this intimate contact, let alone revealing conversation. Noticing her hand had a bit of a nervous tremble, she picked up her fork and toyed with it. “To be honest,” she said, looking at the fork in her hand instead of into his eyes, “I hadn’t been with a man in over a year until we, um, you and I and Joe…”

  “I’m sure your lack of sex wasn’t due to lack of offers.” His voice was reserved, as if he was trying to be careful of what he said and how he said it.

  Crystaline met his gaze with her own. She appreciated the way he was carefully trying to draw her out. “Actually, it was due to my lack of interest. I was just too busy. Moving here, back home, after my parents died and trying to settle everything connected with that, well, it’s not very conducive to getting into the mood for sex. Besides, I hadn’t met anyone I wanted to have sex with. Until now.” She felt her face grow hot, embarrassed even by that tiny admission of her indulgence. What the heck was going on? She was swinging from wicked and wanton to prim and proper, then back again.

  “So, no old boyfriends roaming around, waiting for a chance?” Jack raised an eyebrow dramatically.

  “Oh, there are old boyfriends around here all right, but they had their chance back in the day. They’re not going to get another one.” Old boyfriends from school? In a threesome? Not gonna happen.

  Jack reached over and took the fork out of her hand. “You’re acting like you’re nervous around me, and there’s no need to be.” His look was serious. “Now, tell me why this evening’s escapades are making you feel embarrassed.”