Raising the Stakes: Three of a Kind, Book 2 (8 page)

“Don’t leave, Des,” she breathed. “Don’t you dare step aside.”

Alex would have staggered back, would have jerked away, if not for the fact that Megan’s hand still covered his cock. More than that, it worked him now, cupping him over his jeans while she slid it up and down. He might have believed she’d mistaken his cock for Des’s if not for the fact that every time she reached the base, she squeezed, just the way she had yesterday in the car after he’d told her how much he liked it, how fucking much it turned him on.

Des growled. “I can’t be with you and not have you. If I stay, you are mine.”

Megan smiled again, only this time it was meant for Des, not him. “Okay.”

Alex cursed, jealousy tearing a hole in his stomach.

“I’m yours too, Al,” she whispered. “You know that. I have been since Hunter’s party.” She squeezed the base of his cock as proof.

Des swore behind her. Viciously. “One of us,” he snarled. “Choose one of us.”

“I can’t.” Megan’s gaze was solemn. “I won’t choose. Not when I love you both. Not when everything I’ve ever wanted is all around me.”

She caressed Alex’s cock as she swayed her hips this way and that.

Understanding hit him like a smack to the head.

She wasn’t just swaying her hips. She was rubbing her butt against Des’s groin, deliberately.

The same butt he’d fucked not four hours ago, the same one he’d come in, exploded in, now teased another man’s cock.

Des frowned even as his breath caught audibly.

Oh, yeah. Megan had him trapped against that smoking ass of hers. No doubt about it.

“You want us both?” The territorial male in Alex raised its head, instantly dismissing the idea. It was him or it was Des, not both of them.

“No fucking way.” Des’s objection mirrored Alex’s thoughts. “Choose one.”

“Why?”

“Because I will not share you.” Des’s tone was nonnegotiable.

“Hunter shares with Jay.”

Megan’s response was greeted with stunned silence.

Christ, she was right. Jules hadn’t had to choose. She’d helped herself to two men, and they’d gladly split the pot between them.

Had Megan thought about this, about the three of them, before she’d seen the terrible trips tonight? Or had Julia’s behavior been an example for Megan? If Jules could do it, why not her?

“You’re not Jules,” Des snapped. “And I’m not Hunter. Or Jay.”

“I know who I am.” Megan nodded. “And I know who you are. Who both of you are. I’m not interested in Hunter or Jay. It’s you two I want in my life.” She shivered. “In my bed.”

“Fuck that.” Des scowled.

But he didn’t pull away. Perhaps that was because the gentle swaying of Megan’s hips had become a little faster, a little more focused?

Alex’s dick ached. As Megan danced against Des, she flicked open the button of Alex’s jeans and unzipped him. His cock sprang out to greet her, peeking over the edge of his cotton boxers.

Megan swiped her finger over his cockhead and raised it to her face. A bead of his precome dotted its tip.

He opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words.

Megan placed her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean.

Sweat trickled down his back.

Des groaned. “Fuck, Meg.” He shook his head. Squeezed his eyes shut tight. “I don’t know how to share.”

Megan turned her head slightly and kissed Des’s cheek, her lips plump and pliant as they pressed against his skin.

“I do.” A flash of tongue appeared as she licked the spot she’d kissed. “I’ll show you.”

It was Alex’s turn to gape. “You’ve done this before?” Again, jealousy jabbed at him. It was one thing knowing his competition, it was another imagining Megan between two strange men, opening herself up to them, offering herself to both of them. God help either of them if he ever met them. He’d fucking tear them apart.

“Uh-huh.” Her hand was back, pulling at his jeans and boxers, freeing his dick from the prison of his clothes, and her waist still rotated in a sensual rhythm. He didn’t stop her, didn’t try. He couldn’t fucking breathe. Halting her actions would kill him.

“Megan.” Des’s face was thunderous. “Your hands—”

“What about them?” She nuzzled Des’s cheek as she wrapped one hand around Alex’s cock and used the other to play with his balls.

He gasped at the sensation. Megan made him hotter than any other woman he’d ever met. But what she did right now, the way she played with him while she consoled and seduced Des… God, he could blow any second. He was on freaking fire.

“They’re…they’re on…”

“They’re on Alex’s cock,” she finished for Des.

Precome leaked from his tip, dripping onto her fingers. A few more tugs and he’d shoot his load all over. “Don’t let go,” he ordered.

“I won’t, Al,” she promised. Her gaze caught his. Fire flickered in her eyes. “But I can’t let go of Des either.”

For a long moment they looked at each other. No words were spoken, but a million thoughts were shared.

Alex loved her. By God, he was head over heels, crazy in love with her. He’d known for the last month she loved Des too. Known that he shared her heart with her best friend. It wasn’t
too
crazy a leap to share her body with him too.

He couldn’t walk away. He was in too deep. But they’d reached a point where he could no longer have her to himself. From this moment on, if he wanted her, he took her with Des. There was no more Alex and Megan. If Des agreed, it would be Alex, Megan and Des.

Oddly enough, the thought did not disgust him. If anything it aroused him further. He’d seen Megan in her glory, relishing the love of one man. Seeing her in full splendor, radiant from the love of two men…
She’d be magnificent.

Alex had to be there to witness it.

Megan lifted an eyebrow in question. Longing shone in her eyes. “Will you do it, Al? Still play your cards if I raise the stakes?”

Didn’t she know his answer? If the stakes were her, he’d play any hand she dealt.

“You bet I would, baby.” He’d do anything to be with her. Whatever it took. He’d place every damn chip on her.

Her face lit up. “I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too.” His cock grew in her hands and she pumped it vigorously.

“I love you also, Des.” Her cheek was beside Des’s again. “And now that I know you feel the same way, I don’t want to play another hand without you.”

The pain on Des’s face was luminous.

Megan rocked against him in exactly the same way she rocked against Alex when they made love. “I want
your
cock
in my pussy,” she told Des. “So deep I get to feel my best friend come inside me, finally.”

Des let out an agonized sound.

“Play with us, Des. Let us deal you in,” she whispered. “Please.”

Des glared at Alex. His expression was mulish, tough to look at but easy to interpret. His resentment was clear, as was his anger, pain, irritation and indecision. All perfectly understandable. Alex felt every one of those things too, although he’d dealt swiftly with the indecision. The perplexing parts of Des’s expression were the admiration on his face. And the jealousy.

Jealousy? Hah. That was a joke. Didn’t the idiot know he’d been Megan’s first choice? If anyone had the right to be jealous, it wasn’t Des. But it was the naked challenge Alex saw in Des’s eyes that brought his testosterone roaring to the forefront.

He instantly quelled the need to throw his weight around and squash the opposition. It wouldn’t impress Megan.

He wouldn’t let the issue go, though. He’d made a choice, and he was sticking to it, regardless of Des’s desires. Quiet determination kept Alex right where he was. In Des’s home. “I’m not walking away,” he told Des.

“Are you, Des?” Panic tinged Megan’s question, making Alex want to thrash Des. How dare the man hurt Megan with his indecision?

Endless moments passed, stretching out silently.

Megan had not released his cock—she still held it in her firm grip, but her movements had ceased.

Anxiety wrinkled her face. A muscle ticked in her cheek. “Des?”

Des squeezed his eyes shut and took an audible breath. “I’m not going anywhere, Meggy. I’m staying right here. With you.”

The lines on her face vanished. “With me
and
Alex?”

His nose twitched. “You and Alex,” he said reluctantly.

“Oh, thank God.” Megan’s shoulders sagged in visible relief. Her hands resumed their ruthless tugging on Alex’s cock.

Des had surrendered to Megan’s seduction. She’d won. He was in.

Her smile was as sensual as it was victorious.

“You’ll come in my pussy?” she asked Des while she pumped Alex.

Her lips were sexy and luscious, and if she wrapped them around Alex’s cock now, he’d climax in her mouth.

“C-can’t think of anywhere I’d rather come.” Des’s hands were on her waist, moving her against him. He was swaying too, a rocking motion back and forth.

Alex couldn’t repress the envy that bit at him.

“Do you know where you’ll be while Des is coming in my pussy?” Megan asked Alex.

His breath quit as he anticipated her answer. His cock swelled further and his nuts drew tight.
Close
. He was so fucking close he couldn’t stand it. “Where?”

“In my ass,” she told him and stroked him faster. “Just like you were earlier.”

Des hissed. “What the hell was he doing in your ass?” His voice might have held an angry sneer, but his eyes were glazed with desire.

Megan closed her eyes, still stroking him. “He was fucking me, Des. So deep and so skillfully he made me come.” She swallowed and ground her hips harder against Des while stroking Alex’s dick faster.

The memory of her coming around him was too much, the stimulation of her hand tactile overload.

Alex’s orgasm tore from his balls. Come hurtled through his shaft and jettisoned out of him. It landed on Megan’s hands and her shirt. A drop even landed on her chin.

“Holy crap,” Des muttered as Alex yelled his release.

“Alex,” Megan cried.

He leaned in and licked her chin, then lifted his mouth to kiss her. She lapped hungrily at his tongue, helping herself to the drop of come. Then she swallowed it, making Alex’s softening cock twitch.

No matter what she did, he couldn’t get enough of her.

“Please.” Megan gasped when he released her mouth. “One of you, take me. Fuck me.” She wiped her hands on her shirt.

Alex was momentarily spent. No matter how badly he wanted to fuck her, he didn’t have the capacity to fulfill her needs right now. He could deliver a good tongue lashing, make her come four or five times with just his mouth, but Megan didn’t want his tongue. She wanted a cock. And the only one in working order was Des’s.

Des had apparently come to the same conclusion.

Even as Alex shuffled back and collapsed on the armchair he’d vacated when Megan walked inside, Des was pulling her red dress over her shoulders.

The vixen had no underwear on. Her butt was as bare as the day she’d been born, and her pussy juice glistened on her inner thighs. Des froze and stared at her. Hunger lit his face, desire turning the muscles in his shoulders and neck taut.

Jesus, Alex knew how he felt. Knew how the sight of Megan naked blew his mind, blew his self-restraint. When Megan was nude, Alex was aroused and busting a gut to get inside of her.

Des’s expression told him he felt the exact same way.

“Meg…”

“Shut up, Des.” Her hands were on the waist of his jeans, yanking at his button, his zip. “Enough speaking, just fuck me.”

She shucked his jeans and his boxers, as he kicked off his shoes, leaving Des standing there, butt naked.

Staring at another man’s erection should have been awkward for Alex. It should have somehow inhibited his own desire but it didn’t. If anything it made his own dick twitch harder, find life where there had been none left just seconds ago.

Des was about to find heaven, and though Alex did not resent it, he envied the hell out of the man.

Chapter Five

Des couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak.

Christ, she was beautiful. The single most exquisite woman he’d ever seen. He’d always thought her pretty as anything. But naked and aroused? The woman was a goddess.

From the tip of her hardened nipples, over the soft swell of her belly and down her long, toned legs, Meg was stunning. His mouth filled with saliva just looking at her. At the neatly trimmed hair above her mound, at the cream that spilled onto her thighs. At the way her shoulders shivered and her tongue flicked out to touch her lips.

His cock was full to bursting. Two months of wanting her, of fantasizing about her, was about to turn into a reality. He was about to make love to his best friend.

The woman who, with a few flicks of her wrist, had brought Alex to his knees. Made him come in her hands.

And sweet heaven, the sight had just turned Des on more. Or perhaps it was the feel of her butt rocking against his cock. Then again, it was more likely the love that welled in his heart that had him so majorly aroused. Because he loved her. So much it hurt. So much he’d thrown his pride to the wind and agreed to share her with another man.

When all was said and done there was no choice. He could have let Meg walk off into the sunset with Alex, leaving him behind, but that wasn’t an option. He wanted her with a ferocity that burned him inside and out.

He had to have her. If it meant sharing her with another man, so be it. He’d deal. For now.

But not this first time. This first time he’d take her alone. This first time he’d learn the curve and shape of every inch of her body by himself. Alex was spent. Done. He wasn’t getting up anytime soon. Des, on the other hand, had two months’ worth of desire blazing in his dick.

He was more than ready to give Meg anything and everything she needed.

“Reedy? Catch.”

Des looked up in time to see a condom spinning through the air. He caught it deftly in his right hand.

Very generous of Al. Des doubted he’d have shared so happily had their positions been reversed. He nodded his thanks, tore the packet open and sheathed himself.

“Treat her good,” Alex warned.

Des swallowed. “I will,” he promised hoarsely. “Very good.”