He waded closer until their bellies rubbed, and his dick bobbed between them. He was feeling way too eager and hoped she wouldn’t take a step away.

  However, her hand sank beneath the surface, and her slender fingers curled around his shaft. “I didn’t think this out,” she said, giving him a tug. “I have condoms in my medicine cabinet.”

  “I have one in my wallet. Always carry one. For emergencies,” he added with a tight smile.

  Her blonde brows gave a little waggle. “Does this qualify?”

  “I’d say so.”

  Only he wasn’t in any hurry to let her go. His hands smoothed over her hips and cupped her butt. “I watched you peeking at me through the window,” he said, pulling her firmly against him.

  She gasped and bent back her head. “So, you know I tossed the screws into the sink?”

  “I guessed it right away. Got hard just thinkin’ about the fact you did it to get me inside.”

  “Mr. Johnson recommended your work. I figured even if you were married or gay, that at least you could replace that old thing. Most everything else in the kitchen is new.”

  “Do you really want to talk about your disposal?”

  Her eyelids dipped. “I don’t want to talk at all.”

  Which was fine by him. He tightened his grip and pulled her up his body until she wrapped her legs around him. His cock glided against her open sex, and he ground his hips into hers.

  “You’re big,” she whispered.

  “That worry you?”

  “No, I’m thrilled.”

  He smiled again, liking her bold honesty. “You do this kind of thing often?”

  “Actually…never.”

  He canted his head, studying her expression for clues whether she was telling him the truth. “Then why now? And with me?”

  “Because I’m tired of waiting for life to happen again.” Her brown gaze met his—open and a little vulnerable.

  Jeff noted the tension that deepened the fine lines beside her eyes and mouth. “Sweetheart, what’s this about? Really?”

  She lifted her shoulders. “Does it matter?”

  “Guess not.” He leaned toward her and kissed her.

  A sigh slipped between her lips, and he deepened the kiss. If she wanted to make the jump with him, well, he was more than willing. He freed a hand and held her head, taking charge of the kiss, sliding his tongue inside in a decisive stroke. She tasted minty, as if she’d brushed her teeth before greeting him. And he smiled against her mouth.

  She drew back, frowning with suspicion. “Are you laughing at me?”

  “No, I’m happy.” All of him—north and south—was tingling with pleasure. And why wouldn’t he be? They were naked and embracing—his cock snuggled so close he could feel the heat of her center.

  Suddenly in no hurry, he arched a brow. “You said you wanted to have some fun. How about you let me be in charge? I’ll show you a good time.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “What do you have in mind?”

  “Why don’t you just wait and see?” he said, his grin stretching wider.

  She laughed and ducked her head, laying her cheek on his shoulder. “I like the sound of that,” she said, but her tone was doubtful.

  Jeff gave her ass a squeeze. “Tell you what. If at any point you want to take back control, I’ll consider it.”

  She groaned. “Now I feel sooo much better.”

  Chapter Two

  Pamela stepped out of the shower with a glow on her skin that had nothing to do with the fact she and Jeff had swum like seals, stealing kisses and caresses under the water, for a good hour.

  That she wasn’t disappointed they hadn’t had sex yet made her shake her head in wonder. Jeff knew she was more than willing, but despite the fact he seemed eager, he’d withheld his own pleasure.

  Instead, he’d done his best to put her at ease—with him, with their nudity. There wasn’t a place on her body he hadn’t touched with casual glances of his fingers, but she’d never been uncomfortable.

  There was more to the younger man than met the eye. Something that pleased her to no end. This sexy, little interlude was shaping up better than she’d hoped.

  When he’d shooed her into the shower, she’d thought for sure he would join her, but she was coming to trust that he had a plan. His kisses were hot. His caresses casual but still calculated. He’d skillfully primed her body for sex.

  She dropped the towel on the rack and strode naked into the bedroom. However, there was no sign of him. Thinking he must have used the shower in the guestroom, she trailed into the hallway. There, she heard muffled voices and her heart skipped a beat. Had someone come to the door?

  Before she had a chance to duck back inside the bedroom, Jeff came around the corner, dressed only in his jeans, a half-smile curling his mouth. He held out his hand.

  Something in his expression, a watchful quality, put her on alert. She resisted his invitation, one foot turned toward her bedroom door. “I thought I heard voices. Is someone else here?”

  “My partner Casey. He just finished a job. I invited him over.”

  Pamela’s body went cold and she turned, hurrying back to her room. But his long strides caught her before she reached the door. He pushed her front gently against the wall and trapped her with his body, his hands settling on the tops of her hips. “You told me you wanted to have some fun. Sweetheart, you’re a two-man job.”

  She was a two-man job? Part of her was appalled at the suggestion, the other part was secretly thrilled, although the idea was just too wicked to consider for even a second. “I’m not into threesomes. You should have asked me first.”

  His cheek scraped hers. “You put me in charge,” he said softly. “And I think you’ll like this. Give it a chance.”

  Pamela stiffened. “Were you playing me? Keeping me going until he was done with his job?”

  “Yes. I knew he’d be into it.” His tongue tickled behind her ear. “You’ll like him. Promise.”

  Another slide of his cheek chafed her shoulder, and she nearly groaned because it felt so good. “I don’t want him,” she gritted out.

  “But you haven’t even met him yet.”

  “And I don’t want to. If you’re going to insist, you can both leave.”

  A hand slipped between her belly and the wall. Fingers crept toward her pussy then slid into the top of her folds.

  Pamela closed her legs. “Don’t touch me.”

  His fingers stayed there but didn’t move. “I’ll stop if that’s really what you want. But hear me out.”

  For her pride’s sake, she wished she could control her body’s response, but the heat of his fingers caused her pussy to clench. “I can’t believe I was this stupid,” she whispered.

  “You’re not stupid, Pamela. Just lonely. How long’s it been since the divorce?”

  She froze. “How’d you know?”

  “Mr. Johnson,” he said quietly. “He was pretty easy to pump for information. When I saw you through the window, I got curious.” His fingers tapped her clit. “How long?”

  Her body shuddered, and she pressed her hot cheek against the cool wall. “Eight months.”

  “How long were you married?”

  “Seventeen years—not that it’s really any of your business.”

  “He left you for someone else?”

  “A younger me,” she said bitterly. A better, functioning me.

  “Well, he was a fool. You’re pretty and smart. Sexy as hell. And I’ll bet you haven’t dated much since it happened.”

  Not at all, but she wasn’t going to say that today was the first time she’d felt a spark of arousal. For the longest time after Andrew left her, she’d wondered if her libido had dried up from all the tears she’d cried.

  His fingers eased deeper, and she relaxed just enough that he skimmed her lips. Despite her disappointment in how this was going, she was wet. Still as eager as she’d been all afternoon. “Send him away,” she whispered.

  His head shook against her in a denial. “You want me, right? And maybe you’ve already been wondering if we could see each other again?”

  She didn’t respond to the question, but she had wondered—there in her shower where she’d fantasized about having a torrid affair with a younger man.

  “Well, if you want me, you have to take Casey too.”

  The tightness in his voice alerted her that he was trying to tell her something important.

  His body eased away from her back, and she turned slowly, still trapped because he braced his hands against the wall beside her shoulders. “Just how close are the two of you?”

  His steady gaze bored into hers. Color seeped into his cheeks. “Close.”

  “Are you gay?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t like labels, Pamela. We like women. But we like to share. And sometimes, we like to get it on together too.”

  “You want to share me with him?” Suddenly, she felt less attractive. She wouldn’t be the center of this ménage. She’d be the spice the two men added to their own relationship. “You’re not interested in me, are you? Not me in particular anyway. You thought a lonely divorcée would be so desperate she’d play with you and your boyfriend.”

  His sigh riffled her drying hair. “You’ve got it wrong. I like you.”

  “You don’t know me.” And it was the stark, scary truth that she didn’t know a thing about him either—other than the fact he and “Casey” were lovers.

  Jeff’s mouth firmed. “I’ll leave now—if that’s what you really want. But I’d like the chance to prove you’re dead wrong. What will you lose?”

  “My self-respect.”

  “Really?”

  Pamela was ready to blurt an emphatic yes, but suddenly realized she’d be lying. She was more disappointed than shocked or disgusted by his suggestion. And her body wasn’t paying any attention to the jumble of emotions swirling in her head.

  Images flashed through her mind—of her sandwiched between two muscular men—but the images only went so far. She couldn’t fill in the intimate details of specifically what they were doing. Part of her was just plain curious about how it would work.

  Her breasts brushed his chest, and she couldn’t voice the lie. Not even to herself. Her nipples were alert, so hard and tight they felt ready to burst. And her pussy, where his fingers had stirred, was still oozing arousal. She licked her lips. “If I say yes, can I change my mind?”

  His eyes darkened to smoky blue-gray. “Afraid you won’t like it? Or that you’ll a like it little too much?”

  She gave him a glare. “I haven’t been…adventurous.”

  “Do you want to be?”

  She held still, staring into his eyes. That sharpness she’d detected before was there again, as though he was reading her, anticipating any objections so he could change his strategy.

  Beyond anything, she was tempted to say yes. She could do this one time. As an experiment. To flip a finger at her husband and his complaint that she’d been too modest, too “uptight” to keep his interest from straying. He’d placed the blame for his mistress’s pregnancy on her.

  “I want to put on my robe,” she whispered. “Before I meet him.”

  Jeff shook his head. “Uh-uh. I want to introduce you just like this. I want him to see why I think you’re perfect for us.”

  She was perfect? Perfect because she was so imperfect she’d be willing to do anything? While she mulled over that thought, she let him tug her hand to lead her slowly down the hallway. When she turned the corner, it was too late to reconsider. She held her breath and stepped into the living room, wondering if she’d ever recover from the embarrassment of this moment.

  However, that thought quickly burned away like red-hot ash. The man standing in the center of the room left her completely breathless. She wanted him on sight.

  His expression was hard. His mouth a thin, straight line. But his gaze was hot and swept her head to toe. He then made another, slower perusal.

  Somehow she resisted the urge to thrust out her chest and cock her hip, because, damn, she was tempted to pose for him.

  Where Jeff was lean and golden, this one was built like the bull she’d imagined—big and dark. He was dressed like Jeff, but his tee molded a rugged, burly chest. He was taller than Jeff by a couple of inches, his hair was black as a crow’s wings, and his eyes were a clear, crystal blue.

  Jeff pulled her deeper into the room then lifted his arm and twirled her slowly beneath it, like a dance move that she followed without hesitation, surprised by her grace because she was trembling inside when Jeff stopped her in front of Casey.

  Casey’s chest lifted, his nostrils flared. He lifted a finger to trace a circle around one erect nipple. His touch was gentle but still burned through her.

  Her nipple tightened, painfully erect, and she licked her lips because once again her mouth had gone dry.

  Casey’s gaze darted to Jeff. “She agreed?”

  “She’s a little nervous.”

  “She’s right here,” Pamela muttered.

  The darker man’s mouth stretched. His hand came up and he cupped her chin to raise it. His thumb slid across her lower lip. “Is she willing to follow orders?”

  Pamela gave a nervous laugh. “I beg your pardon?”

  “Yes, you will,” he said, his tone dead even.

  Which unaccountably caused her pussy to clench. She opened her mouth to tell him to go to hell, but Jeff stroked her buttocks. She jerked, gasping, but she didn’t move away from either one of them.

  Casey dropped his hand and slid it between her legs to cup her. His fingers eased inside. “I think we’ll take this to the bedroom.”

  The low, rumbling texture of his voice mesmerized her, and she swayed toward him.

  His teeth flashed white, and then he bent to take her lips in a kiss that barely brushed her mouth. When he raised his head, she gave a little moan and tried to follow, but he removed the hand stroking her and stepped back. “To the bedroom. When you get there, crawl right up on the bed and lie there.”

  She shivered and released a shallow breath, staring back at him. He was young, possibly as young as Jeff, but power emanated from him—a compelling charisma she didn’t want to fight. The feeling wasn’t like anything she’d ever felt before. She wanted to do his bidding. Wanted his approval.

  Pamela shook her head to clear away those thoughts. “I must be out of my mind,” she whispered.

  He stepped closer, forcing her gaze to rise. “I won’t hurt you. At least not much,” he added with a crimped smile.

  This close, his scent surrounded her. The heat of his body rolled off him in waves, washing over the front of her body.

  “We’re here because you wanted a little adventure. We’ll give that to you.”

  She swallowed hard, caught by his icy stare. Without a word, she turned toward the hallway.

  With both men following silently in her wake, she padded to her bedroom, her heart beating fast. Once inside, she didn’t look back. She climbed onto the mattress and lay down, her head raised on a pillow.

  Staying silent, Jeff stripped off his jeans and walked to her closet, sliding open the mirrored door.

  When Casey drew off his shirt, her gaze swung and held, uncaring what Jeff might be doing, rifling through her things, because the sight of all the darkly furred skin Casey revealed made her mouth water.

  He toed off his work boots and stripped off his jeans. When he straightened, she gave an internal moan because his sex was erect, standing out from his groin. Holding her stare, he stroked his long, thick cock. “I want your mouth on me, Ms. Dwyer. To take off the edge.”

  Jeff laughed, and she swung her glance to find him holding several of her winter scarves. She knew immediately what he planned. Was she ready for this? Could she trust them once she was bound?

  But the mattress dipped beside her and cut off the sight of Jeff. Casey straddled her upper body, his cock bobbing in front of her face. He bent toward her and his cock tapped her chin. Before she could think about what she ought to say, what she should do, he reached for another pillow and gently cupped her head to lift it and slide the pillow beneath her, raising her head higher. Then he leaned forward to brace an arm against the wall and guided his cock toward her mouth.

  She didn’t hesitate. Instead, she opened to accept him. He didn’t give her time to adjust and certainly not to think. He filled her mouth with thick, musky cock. Something she hadn’t known she’d missed. Lord, how she loved being stuffed, her ability to complain muffled. And she knew she hadn’t ever been this hungry to be overwhelmed by a man. She closed her lips around him and began to suck.

  “That’s it, sweetheart,” he said, his voice husky with approval. “She’s perfect, Jeff. Hot and wet.” He adjusted his stance and stroked inward, sliding on her tongue. “Take me deeper.”

  She didn’t think she could but widened her jaw anyway and let more of his length inside until the tip butted against the back of her throat. She gagged a little and gave him a glare, which he brushed aside with a laugh.

  “It’s okay to make some noise.”

  Which oddly freed her to moan. Soon the moist sounds of his cock sliding forward and back, of her mouth suctioning around him were the only things she heard—certainly not the pad of Jeff’s feet as he neared the bed. But she knew where he was the moment he shifted a foot to widen the sprawl of her legs. Then he tied a scarf around her ankle and anchored it to a rung of the footboard. When he repeated the action, she tested the binding only to find her legs were held immobile and spread wide.

  She didn’t mind a bit because Casey was still shafting her mouth, thrusting in smooth motions that quieted her mind while tension curled tighter in her belly. The slow, steady rhythm pulled her own arousal along, building tension in her belly and thighs.

  When he began to pull away, she gave a garbled complaint, sucking the tip, rolling her tongue across the velvet cap, anything to tempt him to remain.

  Casey gave himself a stroke and squeezed, forcing a drop of pre-cum to bubble from the slit.

  Her tongue captured it, and she closed her eyes to savor the musky flavor.

 

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