Raising the Stakes: Three of a Kind, Book 2 (10 page)

“Disappointed?”

“God, no.” She pressed her hand over his heart, savored its thudding against her palm. “You’re beautiful.”

He exhaled shakily.

Good grief. Had he been holding his breath? Ridiculous. Fully clothed, the man was breathtaking. Naked, he made her knees weak.

“So are you,” he whispered, his gaze filled with reverence.

She grinned at him.

“I’m sorry I woke you.”

“You didn’t. I wasn’t sleeping. Just…resting.” Dear God. After what Des and Alex had squeezed out of her, she’d had no choice. She’d lost count of the number of orgasms she’d had with Des, and she had not an ounce of energy left in her body. Which was quite unacceptable, considering all the delightful, naughty activities she had planned for the three of them.

“Where’s Alex?” She scrutinized his face for any sign of resentment at the mention of his name.

She saw nothing. Not resentment, but not acceptance either. Des simply hid his thoughts about Alex from her.

“He’s running you a bath. We thought you’d appreciate one.”

Steamy hot water to unwind in? Yum.
“You were right.”

“It’ll be ready in about five minutes.”

“Perfect.” She watched him watch her. Let the love she’d suppressed for so long shine in her eyes.

Her adoration was reflected right back at her, his love a warm trickle of syrup running down her skin.

“Des?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For staying. Tonight.”

His lips twitched. “This is my house. I didn’t have a choice.”

“Yes. You did. You could have said no.” Thank God he hadn’t. The wait for his decision had played hell with her emotions. Panic struck her just remembering. While Alex had accepted her suggestion of a threesome with relative ease, Des had not just hesitated, he’d been visibly shocked.

She’d waited, heart pounding, for him to deny her. Expected the word
No
to fall from his swollen, kissable lips. When he’d agreed to her proposition she’d almost fainted with relief. She would have passed out if she hadn’t been so hell-bent on finally making love to Des. She’d waited four years. She had not been prepared to wait one more minute. Not when she had both Alex’s and Des’s approval.

“I could have,” he said at length. “But I didn’t.”

“Are you okay with your decision?”
Please, don’t let him be having regrets now.

Des framed her face with his hands and placed a sweet, sensual kiss on her lips. “I love you, Meggy-mine. I could never regret making love to you.”

“You really do, don’t you?” Even now, after the mind-boggling sex they’d shared on this very couch, she couldn’t quite believe Des loved her. After all this time loving him from afar, his reciprocated feelings seemed like a dream. A very nice dream, mind you, but a dream nevertheless.

“I love you so much it hurts just to look at you.”

She shook her head violently. “It shouldn’t hurt. It should make you happy.”

“It does, sweetheart. It’s just that seeing you fills me with an ache so intense, so deep, I can’t breathe from wanting you.”

Ah. Okay then. Let it hurt. “I ache for you too,” she whispered. Her body churned with low-grade desire. A need that squeezed through her chest, yanking on her breasts. It cut a trail down into her stomach, where it tugged relentlessly on her pussy, making it weep at the emptiness inside her.

“We’ll ease the pain. Together. I promise.” Des tucked his arms beneath her and lifted her up, snuggling her to his chest. “Later. After your bath.” He walked with her down his passageway.

She burrowed her cheek into his shoulder, inhaled his musky scent. “Together with Alex.”

His sigh was soft but audible. “Together with Alex. Whatever it takes to ease the pain.”

A second pair of arms wrapped around her, taking her weight. Des released her.

“Alex,” she whispered, delighted beyond words to see him.

“Hey, baby.” He hugged her close and then bent over, lowering her until warm, wet ripples licked at her back. Gently as he could, he settled her in the bath. Steamy water enveloped her, and she relaxed into the calming, heated depths.

Bliss.

She let the water lap over her, soothe her.

Des and Alex couldn’t have thought up a better plan. A bath was just what she needed.

“Have I told you lately I love you?” she asked the dark-haired man as he sat on the side of the tub, watching her with broody eyes.

“You have.” He nodded. “You’ve told me and Des both.”

Something squeezed at her heart. “Should I have lied?” Maybe she should have pretended she felt nothing for Des. Walked away and never looked at him again. Preserved herself for Alex alone.

He blinked and his gaze softened. “No. Never.”

Lucky, because she could never have walked away from Des. “Just as well. I couldn’t have withheld the truth from either of you anyway.”

“It’s part of what makes me love you so much. Your honesty.” Alex worried his lower lip. “Is this what you want, baby? Both of us?”

God, yes!
“It is.”

Megan desired them both, loved them both—equally, but differently.

Alex was her lover before her friend. They’d not had the chance to develop a camaraderie as deep and eternal as the one she shared with Des. But they’d had time—endless, exquisite nights—to discover each other as lovers. Learn each other’s needs and desires, and fill them in as many ways as possible. The companionship that blossomed between them as a result was rooted in love and trust and would continue to grow and flower.

Des was her friend before her lover. She knew him almost as well as she knew herself, shared his humor and his love of fun. But his passions and hungers were a mystery to her. She longed to learn more about his sexual needs, yearned for his touch and his kisses. Their friendship would surely provide a basis of love and respect upon which they could explore their physical needs.

“It’s exactly what I want. Both of you,” she told Alex.

Having both of them shouldn’t be an option. In principle, loving two men seemed so wrong, so…immoral, so against everything society dictated. In practice it felt right. Openly loving both of them was as natural as breathing. It shouldn’t be, but it was.

She watched Alex carefully. “But this isn’t just about me. It’s about you and Des as well. I can’t be the only one who wants this.”

He didn’t respond.

“Do you want this, Al?” He’d acquiesced earlier. Was he besieged with second thoughts now?

“I want
you
, Megan,” he said at last. “I’ve never wanted a woman as much. Ever.” He nodded, reinforcing his words. “I’ll take you however I can get you. If that means I have to share you with Des…” He shrugged. “So be it.”

Her heart swelled with relief. “It’s not just about wanting for me. It’s about love too. I love you, Al. I love you so very, very much.”

He smiled. “I know you do. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t believe it.”

“Can you go through with it though?” She had to ask. “Can you make love to me while Des is inside me too?”

Alex made a funny sound. Not a laugh, but close. “Look at me.” He sat up straight, moved his arms to his side and pointed at his groin with both hands. His cock stood ramrod straight, thick and hard against his stomach. “The idea of it, of loving you with another man? Of seeing you explode around both of us? Yeah, baby. I can go through with it. I can’t fucking wait.”

Megan couldn’t talk. She licked her lips, wanting to taste him, wanting his cock in her mouth.

Alex must have read the intentions in her expression, because he gripped his dick and squeezed hard. “Uh-uh.” He warned. “This time I’m not sitting on the sidelines. This time I’m in all the way.”

Megan took a great, gasping breath of air. “God help me,” she whispered. “I need you in all the way.”

“Bath’s over!” It was Des who pulled the plug, under the surprised gasps of the other two.

“What?” he challenged. “You think you’re the only ones ready for this?”

Megan found herself lying face-up on Des’s bed in a matter of minutes. While Alex made love to her mouth, kissing her with a passion that blew her mind, Des focused on her pussy. He spread her legs wide and tucked in, settled down to a feast of her lower lips and clit.

“Meggy,” he groaned between licks and sips. “Christ, you taste better than I ever imagined.”

Her orgasm built fast. With the combination of Alex’s mouth on her lips, his hands teasing her breasts and Des’s tongue in her pussy, she was fit to explode in seconds.

She fought it off.

No way was she coming this soon. She wanted the build-up. The slow—or fast, as it may be—climb to ecstasy. She wasn’t giving in to the short, sharp convulsions that had overwhelmed her earlier. This time she was counting on one big O, and she wanted it with both men inside her.

“Too much,” she wheezed, and pushed Des’s head away.

Alex kept right on, fondling her breasts, caressing them, teasing her nipples into hard beads, making her breasts full and tight.

Des withdrew only long enough to chuckle devilishly, and then he was back, licking, kissing, exploring. But not her pussy. He placed his hands beneath her butt and lifted her hips higher, stretching her cheeks apart and exposing her to his marauding mouth.

Holy shit.

Dear God.

Sweet heaven.

His tongue was on her ass. Between her cheeks. Licking, prodding, exploring. Oh God, it was inside her.

“Alex!” Her cry of rapture filled the air.

Alex’s hands were all over her, sweeping over her stomach, up her waist, down her arms, kneading her breasts, reassuring her, loving her. “Shh, baby,” he whispered. “Let Des do what he has to do.”

Let him? She couldn’t spread her legs wide enough, couldn’t get his tongue in deep enough.

“Kiss me,” she demanded, and once more Alex’s mouth fused with hers. His tongue was in her mouth, Des’s tongue was in her ass, and she… God, she was in heaven. Had to be. Now way anything on earth could feel this good.

Des released her ass with a low laugh. “You like that, Meggy-mine?” His hot breath blew over her pussy and her butt, and she squirmed but couldn’t answer.

He laughed again. “I’m guessing that’s a yes.”

Hot liquid leaked from her pussy, and Des groaned and licked it up.

She would not come. Could not. Instead she let the anticipation and desire build. Let the cream spill from her lips. God, she couldn’t contain it. She’d never been this aroused. This…aware. Every nerve ending in her body was alert. Alive.

Two men loving her. Not one.
Two.
She could barely believe it. She’d had threesomes before, but never with anyone she loved. Never with anyone who turned her on even a hundredth as much as Des or Alex.

Words were uttered. Alex and Des spoke, but Meg had no idea what was said. And then the world moved. Or maybe it was her?

Yes, it was her.

Alex and Des turned her, so Des now perched by her head and Alex knelt between her legs.

Alex lifted her, placing her ass on his lap, pushing her legs open in the process. She lay spread-eagled before him, totally exposed, feeling sexier than ever.

“Lady,” Alex muttered, “you are so damn beautiful.” He laid his hand on her pussy, and using two or three fingers, Megan couldn’t tell, drew them from her clit, over her sodden pussy lips and down to her ass, painting her cream all around.

She shuddered.

God, Alex was talented with his hands. An artist at work, a veritable genius, and the pictures he drew over her nether region would have made a porn star blush. She turned her head to Des with a heady sigh and came face-to-face with his engorged cock.

“Suck it,” he directed.

As if she needed the instruction. Her mouth was open before he’d said the words. The angle was awkward, there was limited access, but she took what she could between her lips and sucked, just as he’d ordered.

“Ah, fuck. Meggy.” Des’s cry filled her ears.

She sucked as Alex painted. Heavy panting echoed through the air.

When Alex pulled his hand away, Megan dropped her head. Her neck was cramping, and anyway, in this position it was easier to lick Des’s testicles. And lick them she did, tasting every centimeter of her friend’s tight sac while he palmed his cock above her mouth.

She squeaked in surprise when Alex inserted a finger in her ass. He must have spread lube on it, because it slid in unobstructed, pushing straight past the ring of muscle that should have kept it out. She gasped his name around Des’s balls.

“I’m right here, baby,” Alex said and slipped another finger in, stretching her.

She clenched her ass cheeks together, loving the intrusion but instinctively trying to push him out.

Alex flicked a finger—or thumb, who knew?—over her clit, soothing her.

It didn’t soothe, it inflamed. Dear God, she was so close. So close, and she didn’t want to come like this. Not on his fingers. But the ache, the exquisite agony, Lord, she just wanted to give in to it.

“Please, Al,” she begged, sobs building in her chest. “Not your hand. Don’t want your hand.”

His hand stilled, his fingers wedged deep in her ass. “You want my cock, baby?”

“God, yes,” she exclaimed.

Above her mouth Des’s balls tightened further. He pumped his shaft faster.

“Y-yours too,” she wheezed, and licked Des so he’d know she spoke to him.

“Al?” It was Des who spoke now. He stretched over and passed something to Alex. A condom.

She was forced to wait, her patience running low, as the men sheathed themselves.

How freaking long did it take to put on a condom or two? An hour?

Alex took longer than Des, probably because he’d taken his sweet time extracting his fingers from her butt. He laughed softly at her. “Impatient much?”

“Done yet?” she snapped back.

“Almost.” He made a show of rolling the condom over his shaft very slowly, knowing she’d react somehow.

She did react.

She flung herself on top of Des, using her weight to push him backwards. He landed with a chuckle. “Lucky I work faster than Alex.”

She straddled him. “Is your condom on?” Her patience had run out.