Free Fall: an MMF romance (Wilde Boys Book 2)

by Sara Cate

  Picking up my phone, I take a quick shot in the mirror. Nash was right. This color looks good on my skin tone, bringing out the warm hues, contrasting the black of my hair.

  Then, I shoot the picture in a group text with both of them.

  Their responses are immediate.

  Nash: Fuck yes.

  Ellis: We’re not going to make it through the party if you wear that.

  Ellis: Try on another one.

  Nash: No. Just come home.

  I feel like a fool, grinning like an idiot at my phone.

  “What the fuck are you doing in there? I want to see,” Zara whines.

  “Okay, okay.” Pulling back the curtain, I walk out to the sitting room, standing in front of the alcove of mirrors to get the full effect.

  Zara whistles. “That is hot. He won’t be able to keep his hands off you in that.”

  “He wants me to try the rest of them on.”

  “I bet he does.”

  The shop girl brings us both refills of our champagne as I pull the next dress into the dressing room. It’s a satin gown with a high slit up the leg. Then a silk, deep cut neckline with bright gemstones like stars on the bust.

  Nash: Buy them all.

  Ellis: I like the first one.

  Nash: COME HOME.

  I stare at the text for a moment. Home. He means his home, doesn’t he? It’s not my home. I can’t let myself think like that.

  Coming out of the dressing room in my original clothes, I smile down at Zara, sitting on the plush couch holding baby Harper in her arms. Leaning down, I place a kiss on the baby’s head.

  “Ready to go?”

  “Which one did you decide on?”

  “He likes the first one.”

  “Good choice, Ellis,” she replies, putting the baby back in her stroller. “You know, I have to admit,” she says. “You two are going to be the hottest couple at the party.”

  I’m hit with a sudden flush of guilt. “It’s really Nash’s big night.”

  At the mention of his name, her head snaps up. “Of course. Does he…have a date?”

  Zara asking me about Nash is surreal. If anyone would know what was going on in his life, it would be her.

  “Not that I know of,” I say carefully without making eye contact. “I think he plans on going with me and Ellis.”

  “He needs his own date,” she replies. My skin is pricking with nerves as I try to act casual.

  “You’d be okay with that? Him having a date.”

  She stops for a second. “Of course. He has to live his own life. I honestly don’t know what he’s waiting for. Alistair and I thought maybe he met someone in Amsterdam. He seemed really happy for a while.”

  Turning toward her, I search her expression for any sign she might suspect that person to be Ellis, but then I remember Alistair never even knew the two saw each other there. It makes me sad for a moment that Nash feels the need to keep so many secrets, to hide his own life, so that his own family has no idea when or who he falls in love with.

  And I want to tell her so bad. I want to tell her everything she’s missing out on with him because he won’t open up. Ellis and me and everything, but it’s not my place.

  It’s strange, this soft spot she holds for him. The love that’s not quite romantic anymore but not quite friendly either. No one is more protective of Nash than Zara, including his father, but she really has no idea what he’s going through right now. Which means she has no idea how to help him.

  With that, a sudden wave of protectiveness washes over me, a consuming feeling of mine.

  After shopping, Zara and I take baby Harper to a late lunch where she lets me hold her and blow raspberries on the fat rolls of her neck, making her giggle loudly on the patio of the bistro. Zara is snapping pictures with her phone of the two of us, and it’s really quite nice for a while.

  “You sure you don’t want kids?” she asks as she prepares a bottle for her.

  “I’m sure,” I reply, and I am. I’ve always known that about myself. It’s not that I don’t like kids or want to be selfish, but I never had a real relationship with my mother, and I want the cycle to end with me. Not to mention, the diaper and bottles and toys isn’t really my style.

  It looks good on Zara though.

  As I pass Harper back to her, she nestles her to her chest, placing love-filled kisses on her forehead as the baby suckles hungrily on the bottle. Within minutes, she’s asleep.

  After lunch, a familiar black car pulls up outside the bistro. As Nash steps out, I bite back my smile.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask.

  “Here to take you back. What’s taking so long?”

  “Are you tracking me now?” I’m not even mad.

  “Maybe. Let’s go.”

  “What’s the rush?” Zara asks.

  He hops the small iron bars separating the restaurant’s patio from the sidewalk. Then he leans down and places a kiss on Harper’s sleeping head. Something about it sends a rush of butterflies down my spine.

  Yeah, this is how women who don’t want kids end up pregnant.

  “Sit down,” I tell him. “We’re about to pay the tab.”

  “You two go ahead. I’m going to let the baby sleep for a while.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah, go.”

  I notice the strained expression on her face, the way she’s watching Nash, noticing the way his hand rests against my lower back as I stand. When I lean down to plant a kiss on her cheek and thank her for shopping with me, there’s something missing from her smile. It’s not quite right.

  “You should wear that dress tonight,” he says as soon as we climb into the car.

  “You’ll ruin it before the launch.”

  “That’s the idea,” he says with a wink.

  He can hardly keep his hands off of me on the drive to the helipad. Once he parks the car, leaving it for one of his employees to park, someone takes my dress out of the back and follows us as we cross the cement pad to the aircraft. He takes my hand, looking back with a smile.

  Something about that smile. It feels dangerous. It’s too rare, too valuable, the kind of smile that makes you want to give everything you own for it. I’d die for that smile.

  “I’m surprised you left work long enough to come get me,” I say into the headset as we take off toward Del Rey.

  He reaches across and squeezes my fingers in his. “For you? Anytime.”

  “Ellis made you take a break, didn’t he?”

  He laughs. “How’d you know?”

  “Because he cares about you, Nash, and like me, he doesn’t want to see you working yourself to death.”

  Instead of shutting down and snapping at me with something meant to hurt my feelings like he would have two weeks ago, he clenches his jaw and squints his eyes toward the skyline.

  “You’re not going to argue with me?”

  “No,” he replies.

  “Are you ever going to tell me what happened between you two?”

  “We hooked up.”

  “I realize that, but it doesn’t exactly explain why you act like you hate each other now.”

  “It’s complicated.”

  There’s a look of guilt on his face, and we drop the conversation. As the helicopter lands on Del Rey, I spot Ellis standing outside, watching us with one hand in his pocket. Before getting out, Nash reaches across the seat, pulling my face toward him and planting a harsh kiss on my mouth.

  I let out a moan as he nibbles affectionately on my lower lip. He’s doing it because Ellis is watching, but neither of them really get jealous, so I don’t know the point.

  As I climb out of the helicopter, Ellis is there to greet me, placing a kiss on my cheek. Ever since my panic attack the other day, they have been especially affectionate. I could get used to this. In fact, I’m afraid I will. No one could live this life and not get attached. But do I deserve this? Is it wrong of me to want this? The love and affection of both of these men?
/>   “Have fun?” he asks as we walk to the house.

  “I did.” Then, as I turn to Nash who is pulling a long white satin garment bag from the back, I say, “You really shouldn’t have bought me that dress. I can’t keep it.”

  “Of course, you can. With the way you looked in this dress, it’d be a crime for anyone else to wear it.”

  Ellis’s hand rests against my hip, holding me close to his side. As I turn to gaze up into his eyes, I get lost in the dark irises. I run my hands through his warm, honey-colored hair. He leans his face down and kisses me on the lips; they’re soft and warm. His tongue slips into my mouth and I melt. God, I hope he carries me to his bed right now. It’s such a nice day already, and letting Ellis Prior make sweet, slow love to me sounds like pure heaven.

  Instead, he pulls away, kissing my nose. “Unfortunately, Nash and I have another business call in an hour, but then we are all yours.” He kisses me again.

  I pout in return, reluctantly letting him go.

  Nash is watching us, his eyes lingering on Ellis a moment longer than on me, and I feel the tension radiating off of him. Every time things start to feel sweet and perfect, the skeletons in their closet are quick to resurface and mess everything up. Nash is insecure about something, and I can’t tell if it’s guilt or jealousy, but I want him to be able to get over it.

  It’s almost like they need to just fuck and get it out of their system.

  25

  Hanna: It’s past six.

  Ellis: Don’t look at me.

  Nash: Almost done.

  Hanna: You flew me back just to ignore me?

  Nash: I’m hurrying.

  A picture pops up in the message. It’s a picture of just her legs, long tan and bare as they rest on the mahogany desk in my guest suite. My mouth literally starts to water.

  “Can we please wrap this up now?” I ask.

  He looks away from his computer for a moment, glancing down at his phone. His eyes widen for a split second. Then they drift up to me.

  “She sent this to both of us,” I add.

  “Is that a good idea…after her panic attack? What if it’s too much?”

  “That wasn’t because of us. The smiles afterward were.”

  His mouth twists into a knot as he stares down at his phone. I know what he’s thinking. He’s thinking he really wants to go in there, and he’s thinking he wants me in there with him or else he would be fighting me about it. But I see the hesitation, and I can only imagine it’s because he’s torn between wanting what we had in the hangar and having her love as well.

  “It’s just for this week, Nash. If you want my word after the launch, I will walk away, I’m giving it to you now.”

  There’s a flinch to his expression as he glances my way. Was that regret?

  “Fuck it. We can finish this tomorrow. Let’s go.” He slams his laptop shut and tidies up his desk before texting her back.

  Nash: On our way.

  I’m already loosening my tie as we cross the helipad toward the house. I follow Nash down the hallway that leads to my room and the office at the end. And there she is, in the chair, silhouetted against the setting sun in the picture window. Her feet are still propped on the desk, crossed at the ankles, and she’s in nothing but a black bra and panties. Her hair is fixed in a tight bun on the top of her head, and my fingers itch to pull it out, letting it cascade down her back, those tight black curls in my fingers.

  “Stop right there,” she says as we both reach the door. We freeze in our tracks.

  I can see the tic in Nash’s jaw, but I can’t help the coy smile that plays on my lips. There’s a powerful look on Hanna’s face, a far cry from the girl who lacked confidence and existed like she was waiting for permission to live. Right now, sitting behind that desk, with lust and excitement in her eyes, she looks ready to take control.

  And I’m ready for it.

  “I keep thinking about that kiss the other day…” she says before biting her lip.

  Nash and I share a look of confusion, glancing at each other before it registers. She’s talking about our kiss, and I have to swallow down my excitement.

  Even out of the corner of my eye, I can see him clench his fists, ready to argue. He wants to remind her who’s in charge, but he’s also remembering what pushing Hanna has cost him before. He told her he’d be good. He said he would be better for her, so he’s trying.

  But also…I know a part of him wants what she’s implying.

  “I think it will help put me in the mood,” she teases, biting back her smile. “So why don’t you undress each other here in front of me? I want to watch.”

  My dick twitches in my pants.

  “You think you call the shots, princess?” Nash says, stalking closer. He puts his hands on the desk, leaning toward her and she stops him with her foot on his chest.

  “I do call the shots,” she replies, and fuck that confident look in her eye drives me wild. I’d gladly lick her shoes if she told me to. I’m at her mercy.

  Stepping forward, I come up behind him, wrapping my hands around his waist, reaching for his buttons, slowly undoing one at a time. “There’s nothing wrong with submitting once in a while, Nash. You should try taking direction. You don’t have to think or fight.” Two buttons come off easily before I feel him press backward slightly enough to feel the stiffness in my pants. “Just let someone take control…but it takes trust.”

  He turns his head to look at me, our faces inches apart, but I don’t kiss him. Not yet. She hasn’t told us to. Instead, I ease his shirt off his shoulders, looking at Hanna. She licks her lips, watching the shirt glide slowly down his arms.

  “Pants,” she whispers.

  His eyes are on her as my hands find the buckle to his slacks. The room grows silent, the only sound is the clang of his belt. I slide it open, then work to unbutton them. His hands don’t leave the desk as I slide them down until he’s in nothing but his tight black boxers. My lips hover over his shoulder, breathing in the scent of his cologne.

  When he leans back again, his bare back against my shirt and his ass snug against my dick, I plant a kiss on his shoulder. Then, I wait.

  “Kiss him,” she says in a breathy command.

  I don’t want to take this too fast, but when he doesn’t stop me, I trail my mouth upward, leaving wet kisses along his neck until I reach the lobe of his ear, biting it between my teeth, loving the way he hisses when I do.

  Hanna is watching with her lips parted and her breathing heavy. Nash’s face turns slowly toward me, until my lips reach his, and he doesn’t stop me as I lick into his mouth. I stop, waiting for him to move, and finally he does. Reaching his mouth toward mine, sucking my lips between his teeth and kissing me with bite.

  Turning his body toward me, he fists my loosened tie in his tight grip and pulls me toward him, showing his dominance, and I let him. Nash clings to any sort of control he can when he starts to feel out of control. One of these days, I want to make him truly let go, but not today.

  Today, Hanna is in control.

  Nash tears off my clothes with about the same patience and finesse as he showed my tie, gripping the fabric and tearing, no care for the buttons or seams.

  Our lips don’t leave each other’s until we’re both breathless and in nothing but our underwear. Hanna is now sitting forward, her elbows on the desk as she watches with rapt attention.

  “Ellis,” she sighs. “Get him ready.”

  Giving Nash a quick glance, I watch his throat bob as he swallows. Then, without taking his eyes off me, he lifts the waistband of his boxers and lowers them to the floor. He takes his cock in his hand, and looks at me. Licking his lips, and with a lift in the corner of my mouth, I lower myself to my knees and immediately run my tongue along the underside of his cock from his balls to the head. He lets out a hearty groan.

  When I draw him into my mouth, Hanna gasps a tiny inhale, so I know she likes what she sees. Then, with my hands on his ass I do as she asked, getting him go
od and wet for her, making sure not to let him come but teasing him enough to want more.

  From the corner of my eye, I see her crawl onto the desk as Nash hauls her closer, kissing her hard. Her bra lands somewhere on the floor behind me, and I hear her moan as he tugs one of her bare breasts into his mouth. As he holds her, I hold him, sucking hard on the head until he’s growling and digging his hand in my hair to fuck my mouth harder.

  Then, he pulls away quickly, and I know it’s because he was about to come. With a shudder, he shakes off the climax that’s now subsiding. So, I rise to my feet, stealing Hanna’s mouth and kissing her as he latches onto me.

  When I reach for her panties, she grabs my wrist, swatting it away. “Nope. I’m not done with you two yet.” She hops off the desk, walking over to the bedroom, and we trail after her like bees to honey.

  “I did a little digging around the guest house and found a few interesting things. Like this…” she says, holding up a bottle of lube from the side table next to my bed. There is also a small pile of condoms.

  Suddenly, my heart feels like lead in my chest as I glance over at Nash.

  I had never considered he would have been with any other men since me, and the idea has me feeling suddenly selfish and…sad. I thought he gave up on us because he couldn’t be with a man, but maybe it was because he couldn’t be with me.

  The room grows tense for a moment as I watch her, trying to harden my expression to keep from showing my emotions. Suddenly he’s there, standing in front of me, and he fists my hair at the scalp, bringing his face to mine.

  “You look jealous. Are you jealous?”

  I try to shove him away, but he doesn’t move.

  “Nash…” Hanna cries from the other side of the room.

  “Say it. Say you’re jealous,” he growls at me.

  “I’m not.”

  He crashes his lips against mine, and I wind my fingers around his throat, shoving him to the bed. I’m tired of this hold he has over me. This constant push and pull, these games we’re playing. I’m not going to be the leading role in Nash’s denial anymore. If he wanted me, he had the chance, but from now on, it’s just physical and just for Hanna.