by Mari Carr
“Hey,” she protested.
Finn lowered his head and licked her slit, one long, slow stroke. Miguel wondered what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of that wickedly talented tongue. Though Finn had initiated the kiss in the kitchen earlier, Miguel still felt an invisible barrier between them in bed.
It was one thing to kiss a guy. It was another thing to fuck him.
Obviously, Finn was still struggling with taking that next step. And Miguel understood. Having Layla here with them was definitely going to make that easier.
Finn pressed his tongue inside Layla’s pussy, and Miguel decided now was a good time to push some boundaries.
He ran his hand over Finn’s bare ass.
Finn froze, just for a second, his gaze sliding toward Miguel. Then he returned his attention to Layla.
Okay. So far, so good.
Miguel repeated the action, stroking Finn’s ass several times before going for broke. He ran his finger along the slit between Finn’s ass cheeks, introducing him to the same anal play he’d just initiated with Layla.
Finn didn’t try to get away. Instead, he kept tongue-fucking Layla. Their positions on the bed left Miguel at a disadvantage because he couldn’t see Finn’s face, couldn’t tell if he liked the touch or was merely tolerating it for him.
He’d spent too many months wanting this, wanting Finn. His patience was in tatters. He needed to know.
Miguel pressed the tip of his finger in Finn’s ass.
Once again, Finn stilled, for just a moment. Then he lifted his head and looked at Miguel. “Shove it in there like you mean it, Miguel. Just do me a favor. Find some lube.”
Fuck. Miguel was going to come. Just from the goddamn invitation.
Layla giggled and tried to sit up.
Finn held her to the bed. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I can’t see anything from down here.”
Finn growled. “Tough. I’m still hungry.”
“We’ll give you a show later,” Miguel promised as he reached into his nightstand drawer for a tube of lubrication.
“Just your finger,” Finn said.
Miguel realized his friend was nervous, but he wasn’t shying away from this, from what they could and—please God—would do to each other.
“You got it,” Miguel said. “But just so you know, I like something a little bigger in my ass.” Miguel had taken both roles in bed with his male lovers—the giver and the receiver. He enjoyed both, but if he had to claim a favorite position, it was definitely the receiver. And given Finn’s dominance in the bedroom, Miguel didn’t doubt he was going to love every second of Finn’s cock buried deep in his ass as he whispered those sexy demands of his.
Finn didn’t respond to Miguel’s confession, but Layla did. “Oh my God. You guys are so fucking hot.”
Miguel bent down and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, as he tried to imagine this same scenario without Layla there. Something told him neither he nor Finn would be quite as at ease. He wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, but in some weird, twisted way, it made sense. After all, until him, Finn had been completely straight. And given his abilities in the bedroom, there was no denying, Finn liked having sex with a woman—a lot. The same held true for Miguel. He’d had his fair share of male and female lovers, and he couldn’t say he preferred one sex over the other.
While he loved primal, rough sex with a man, there was a lot to be said for being with a sweet, soft, sexy woman as well.
With Layla in their bed, he got the best of both worlds.
Shit.
That realization crashed down on him like a two-ton weight. Miguel wanted Layla in the bed—not as a buffer, but because she fit here. With them.
“You okay, bro?” Finn asked, drawing him out of his head.
He nodded, unwilling to ruin tonight by worrying. He and Finn had convinced Layla to stay another week. They had time. Time for Miguel to discover if Finn wanted to keep her as well. And then, if so, time for the two of them to convince her they were more than wild enough to keep her happy.
Finn bent his head to Layla once more, sucking her clit into his mouth as he pushed two fingers inside her. Layla’s back arched and her eyes drifted closed.
That was as much as Miguel watched. Then he opened the lube, coated his finger, and pressed it to the hilt in Finn’s ass in one smooth, nonstop motion.
“Shit,” Finn breathed against Layla’s pussy, shifting his ass higher in obvious invitation.
Miguel thrust in and out, loving it when Finn picked up the rhythm, pushing back to take more of him inside.
“Add another one,” Finn demanded after several minutes, his words hoarse, breathy.
Miguel watched as Finn gave Layla exactly what he’d just asked for, pressing a third finger inside her, stretching, filling her.
Miguel covered his middle finger with lube, then slid it in next to the first. He didn’t bother with gentleness. Finn clearly wasn’t looking for that.
“We’re getting finger-fucked,” Finn said to Layla. “And we’re going to come this way. Together. Then you and I are going to take turns sucking Miguel’s cock.”
Jesus! Miguel bit the inside of his mouth hard enough to draw blood, needing the pain to keep from coming just at the thought of getting a blowjob from both his lovers.
He picked up the speed, plunging his fingers in Finn’s ass harder. Finn repeated the same motion on Layla, her head tossing back and forth on the pillow as she plummeted toward her climax.
She came loudly, Finn right on her heels as he gripped his cock, stroking it firmly, three, four times before come spurted out, covering her stomach.
Miguel started to pull out, then reconsidered, curving his fingers, finding Finn’s prostate. His best friend jerked with renewed arousal as Miguel withdrew.
“Motherfucker,” Finn cursed. “Miguel!”
There was nothing sweeter than the sound of his name on Finn’s lips. Or so Miguel thought, until Layla’s soft hand wrapped around the base of his cock. Miguel grabbed a tissue and wiped the lube from his fingers, then he ran his hand through her long, dark hair, gripping it the way Finn had their first night together. She liked having her hair pulled, liked it when they used that grip to pull her to them.
Layla opened her mouth and took Miguel inside, pressing her tongue firmly to that spot, just under the head of his dick, that drove him crazy. She’d recalled his instructions from earlier, and now she was using his own lessons on how to give a blowjob against him.
Finn knelt next to her, but didn’t try to move in. Instead, he reached around and gripped Miguel’s ass, his fingers working their way through his ass cheeks until he found Miguel’s anus. He didn’t try to breach him, settling instead for simply stroking the sensitive hole, the touch more promise than provocation.
“This isn’t going to take long,” Miguel admitted, perfectly aware there was nothing he could do to bank the fire raging inside him. Watching Layla and Finn come, fingering Finn’s ass, the incredible way Layla was sucking his cock. He’d been too close for too long.
“Don’t hold back, man,” Finn said. “We’ve got all night.” Then he grinned. “We’ve got a week.”
Miguel exploded, Layla holding him in her mouth, swallowing down his come.
Fuck.
A week.
That would never be enough.
Chapter Thirteen
Layla lay on the couch, her head on Finn’s lap as he mindlessly toyed with her hair, his attention riveted to the hockey game on TV. He had a twenty-dollar wager with his cousin Colm on the outcome, and the Collins family took their bets very seriously.
Miguel sat on the opposite end of the couch, her bare feet in his lap, and he gently rubbed them. Like Finn, he was completely absorbed in the game, so Layla had some time to study their faces. Memorize them just as they were. Just like this.
Tonight marked the end of their week. Night number seven.
Layla had played a game with hersel
f all week, told herself what they were doing was just casual, fun, easy. She figured if she said it enough, she’d believe it.
So much for that.
On Wednesday, Finn and Miguel had decided to resume what was apparently their weekly self-defense, tactical attack night. Only this week, they’d included her in the lessons. After the robbery attempt in the coffee shop, both men thought she needed to know some self-defense moves. They’d taken their teaching very seriously, and Miguel was delighted by how quickly she picked it all up. Finn was less amused, especially when she managed to escape his grip when he pretended to attack her from behind. She allowed herself to go slack in his hold, pulling him off-balance, then she kicked back and actually managed to knock him to his knees.
Miguel had laughed so hard tears streamed down his face, as Finn grumbled something about now having to deal with two of them kicking his ass every week. It had been a lot of fun.
Everything with them was fun.
She turned her gaze toward the game, wishing she could become as engrossed in it as the guys. It might be nice to actually find a way to turn off her brain for an hour or so. The only time this week she’d managed to accomplish that was when Miguel and Finn had her naked in bed, finding creative, earth-shaking, bone-rattling new ways to fuck her. She’d lost count of how many orgasms she’d had over the course of the week, but it had to be in the upper double digits range.
It had been the best week of her life, hands down. And now it was over.
She’d already insinuated herself into Finn and Miguel’s budding relationship for far longer than she should have. When Miguel had suggested they all go to bed together, she’d truly believed it would just be the one night. One night to help the guys find their way to each other, and then she’d bail out.
She’d been determined to keep sex simple. One-night stands, casual sex. A way to broaden her sexual horizons without losing her heart…or another five years of her life.
Miguel and Finn had given her that.
Had offered sex without strings
Had introduced her to kinks and positions she didn’t even know existed.
Had ruined her for all other men.
Ugh.
Finn had meant those words as a joke, but damn if she wasn’t afraid they were true.
No. She refused to believe that.
She only thought it was true because Miguel and Finn were much better lovers than Marco. That didn’t mean they were the best in the world, though God help her if she found anyone better. She’d spontaneously combust.
Layla silently cursed herself for being an idiot, for succumbing to this stupid depression. There were more fish in the sea, and starting tomorrow, she’d put herself back out there and continue to do what she’d started with Miguel and Finn.
Her unencumbered year was in full swing.
Plus, she still had tonight with Finn and Miguel, and she planned to take advantage of that.
Grinning, she decided to see if she could distract her guys from their hockey game.
She shifted her foot slightly, running it over the crotch of Miguel’s lounge pants, teasing his cock with her toes. It took less than a minute for him to go stiff, for his gaze to shift to her, his grin knowing, his eyes hungry.
She gave him a playful wink, then pretending to stretch, her hand landing on the front of Finn’s pants. She stroked him, making the touch appear absentminded rather than calculated, even as she pressed her foot harder against Miguel.
The sexy cop held her foot to him and started lifting his hips, applying more pressure to her actions.
He wasn’t watching the game anymore, his eyes locked on her face.
She gazed upwards, wondering if Finn was even aware of the game of footsie she and Miguel were playing. She was surprised to discover he’d given up on the hockey game as well. He was watching the action in Miguel’s lap. When he felt her eyes on him, he reached down and lifted the hem of her T-shirt, pulling it over her breasts.
She’d stripped off her bra about five minutes after arriving here. Neither she nor Finn had been back to their own apartments this week, the three of them sharing Miguel’s bed night after night.
Finn’s fingers latched onto one of her nipples and he pinched it tightly. The pressure was a trigger, sending electricity straight to her pussy. And Finn, the clever man, knew it.
“I think our girl is getting bored,” Finn said.
Layla loved it when they called her “our girl” and “Brown Eyes.” She also loved the way they looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman on earth, the way they each managed to stop by the coffee shop for a few minutes each day, just to smuggle her back to her office to steal kisses. She’d spent years with Marco and never gotten a sense that he thought that much about her when she wasn’t around. Meanwhile, Finn and Miguel always acted as if they’d been away from her years rather than hours, and the smiles that lit up their faces when they first saw her at the end of the day never failed to touch her.
“You can watch the hockey game,” she said, deepening the pressure on both their cocks—with her hand and her foot. “I can find ways to entertain myself just fine.”
Finn gripped her wrist, pressing her hand against his dick harder as he pinched her nipple again. “Thought we talked about that before, told you we didn’t want you entertaining yourself. Not with us here.”
“Well, it’s the end of our week. Chances are pretty good there will be the occasional night or two where I’ll have to take care of business myself after this.”
Finn narrowed his eyes and for a moment, she thought perhaps she’d upset him. Ignoring it, she decided he was ramping up their play. Finn was a master at role play. Ever since he and Miguel had treated her to their kinky version of good cop, bad cop, they’d also assumed the roles of professors to her naughty schoolgirl and demanding CEOs to her sexy secretary. They’d taken her on the kitchen table, the living room floor, over the desk in Miguel’s home office, and three times in the shower.
“I didn’t realize you’d been counting down the days,” Miguel said.
Damn. She sat up slowly, pulling her feet away from his lap.
“I haven’t,” she lied. “I’m just saying…I’m very good at entertaining myself.” She hoped her sultry tone and playful grin would help put them back on track. She didn’t want to think about ending things with them tomorrow. She was determined for one more mind-blowing night of sex.
“Is that right?” Finn asked. “Show us.”
Layla tilted her head. “You want me to masturbate in front of you.”
“Where’s the vibrator you brought over the other night?” he asked.
The three of them had gotten into a discussion about sex toys a few nights earlier, and Layla had confessed to having a favorite vibrator. Finn had convinced her to pack it in her overnight bag and they’d used it on her for hours, giving her three orgasms with just the toy before finally taking her.
“It’s in the bedroom.” She hadn’t taken it home, in hopes that maybe they could do a repeat performance of that night.
“Go get it,” Finn said, using that demanding tone that never failed to make her wet.
“I—”
“He’s not going to repeat the request, Brown Eyes,” Miguel said in such a way that she knew her comment about the week ending had been forgotten. While Finn was clearly the more dominant of the two men, Miguel had assumed the role of second-in-command. Miguel would follow Finn’s orders in bed, but he always managed to issue his own demands when it came to what he wanted from Layla. Funny how in this one instance, she had no problem being low man on the totem pole.
She stood up and went to the bedroom, grabbing the vibrator. They wanted to watch her use it on herself, and she flushed at the thought. Not with embarrassment, but with excitement.
Layla started to leave the bedroom, then stopped. If she was going to give them a show, she wanted it to be memorable. Stripping out of her shirt and lounge pants, she tugged her ponytail free, pul
ling her hair loose over her shoulders.
“What’s taking so long?” Finn called out from the living room.
She rolled her eyes at his impatience, but didn’t call him on it. She crossed the room to the nightstand and pulled out the bottle of lubrication. She wasn’t the only one performing tonight.
While Finn and Miguel had added countless sexual experiences to her repertoire, they’d been slower to expand on their own…with each other.
Anal play had become part of their nightly routine, but so far, neither man had breached the other with more than fingers. And so far, she’d given the only blowjobs, her fellas going no further than hand jobs. She knew they wanted to do more, but something was holding them back.
Miguel had invited her to their bed because he thought that would help him ease Finn into being with a man. Tonight was her last chance to help them do that.
She grinned as she considered the way she hoped the night would play out.
Walking down the hall, she enjoyed the way both men’s eyes widened when she entered the living room naked.
“I don’t remember telling you to get undressed,” Finn said, using that tone.
“I figured it was inferred,” she teased. Glancing over, she realized they’d turned off the TV. “Hockey game over?”
“You know it’s not,” Finn replied.
“Wow. You’re picking me over hockey. You just scored mega brownie points.”
While Miguel chuckled at her joke, Finn never cracked a smile, his gaze raking over her from head to toe. They’d seen her naked more than dressed this past week, and their approving appraisal never failed to make her hot.
“Sit in that chair.”
She’d been so distracted, she hadn’t realized they’d moved a cushioned armchair into the middle of the room, opposite the couch where they both still sat.
She sat down on the comfortable chair, placing the lube on the coffee table between her and her guys.
Miguel glanced at the lube. “I hardly think that’s going to be necessary. Never known you not to be wet and ready to go.”
