Screwdriver

by Mari Carr

  Gabriel put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face Casey. “It’s called confidence. Given that rambling little speech you made a few minutes ago, it’s clear we have to work on bolstering yours a bit.”

  “I’m not usually such a basket case, but you guys threw me for a loop. Plus I’m sort of rusty in the dating game.”

  Gabriel slowly tugged down the zipper on her dress. “Yeah. Well, I think we’re going to let you leave those skills rusty. From now on, you’re with us. We’re all friends. There’s no need to play games or hide.”

  Jordan found it difficult to reply when her gaze caught Casey’s. Gabriel was undressing her for him. She expected her insecurities to come to the forefront, but all she felt was an overwhelming sense of power. They wanted her. Both of them. It was heady, wonderful.

  The dress slipped as Gabriel loosened it. Her first instinct was to capture the material. She resisted that urge, letting the top of the dress fall to her waist.

  “Holy God,” Casey muttered, his eyes drifting lower as more and more of her was revealed.

  She wore a lacy, strapless bra that didn’t do a very good job at hiding her suddenly erect nipples.

  The dress fell to the floor and Gabriel groaned. “A thong. Goddammit, Jordy. I love thongs.”

  She didn’t have to look over her shoulder to know he was checking out her ass. A wave of unrestrained happiness flowed through her and she giggled.

  “I wanted to skip the panties completely, but Sophie said I couldn’t walk around her party without them. Said she’d remember it every time she saw me and it would make her laugh. She insisted the thong was just as hot as nothing.”

  Casey’s gaze hadn’t wavered. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Jordan.”

  She stepped out of the material and turned until she was facing both men. “I’m feeling a bit outnumbered here. How do I get both of you naked quickly?”

  Neither man replied. They simply shrugged off their jackets, removed their ties and unbuttoned their shirts. She would have laughed if she could have found the breath. Instead it was sucked out of her as Casey and Gabriel suddenly stood in front of her shirtless.

  She’d seen both of them this way before, but she’d been too shy to truly look and appreciate the image. This time she didn’t even try to hide her ogling.

  “So hot,” she whispered.

  Gabriel grinned at her, but Casey’s serious expression never faltered. She noticed neither man removed his pants. “Second thoughts?”

  Gabriel immediately shook his head. “No way.” He reached out and pulled her to him, giving her the kiss of the century. For years she’d imagined what it would feel like to have Gabriel’s lips on hers. The passion in his touch was so much more than her feeble mind could have conjured. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss, his tongue demanding entrance into her mouth.

  She parted her lips and met him halfway, both of them lost in the sensations, the tastes.

  She didn’t try to break the union even when Casey stepped behind her, his hands grasping her waist, his lips gently pressing against her shoulder.

  Jordan was suddenly lightheaded, dizzy with need. The air in the room grew unnaturally warm and she was reminded of the stifling heat in the storage closet the day she’d met Casey.

  That thought prompted her to break off the kiss with Gabriel. He winked at her and she laughed lightly. Then she turned her head just enough to find Casey’s lips.

  Where Gabriel’s kiss had been powerful, hungry, Casey’s was the perfect contrast. He offered slow, soul-drugging kisses that rocked her to the core.

  Gabriel tugged at the waistband of her panties, pulling the flimsy material down as Casey continued to kiss her.

  Finally, she pulled away to suck in a deep, much-needed lungful of air. “I’ve never felt like this.”

  It was true. Every nerve ending in her body sparked brighter than fireworks on New Year’s Eve. Her body was in overdrive, her heart racing, her skin sensitive to the touch. She wasn’t sure, but she suspected one stroke in the right spot by either man would have her climaxing in an instant.

  She’d never had an orgasm with a man that hadn’t included penetration—and that she hadn’t helped along with her fingers on her clit. The idea she could possibly come so easily, so quickly, blew her away.

  Casey pressed another kiss on her shoulder, then moved to the side of her neck. Her toes curled and she moaned with desire. He was still behind her so it was no hard feat for him to unclasp her bra.

  She relished Gabriel’s muttered, “Sweet Jesus.”

  Time to up the ante. While she could tell Gabriel was wholly on board for the ménage, she sensed a bit of hesitation in Casey. Perhaps it would be best if they dropped their pants at the same time. Reaching forward, she tried to tackle the button on Gabriel’s dress slacks one-handed. As she expected, his hands were immediately there to help.

  With her other hand, she worked to open Casey’s pants. He was still behind her, his facial expressions blocked from her view. His hands met hers as well, but she noticed he wasn’t as quick to reveal himself.

  “Casey?” She turned so that both men were in front of her. Her questioning tone alerted Gabriel to what was going on.

  “You okay, man?” Gabriel asked.

  Casey nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine. I just can’t believe we’re doing this.”

  Jordan swallowed heavily. She knew it had been too good to be true. “A good disbelief or a bad one?” she forced herself to ask.

  “A good one. Christ. The best kind of disbelief.”

  She released a long sigh of relief.

  “But I’m not going to lie. Having sex with another guy in the bed is, well, shit…I’m a little worried about performance issues.”

  Jordan worked hard not to giggle. Now that she faced him, she couldn’t miss the rather extreme erection tenting the front of his pants. From where she stood, his cock seemed to be performing just fine.

  Gabriel reached over and put a comforting hand on Casey’s shoulder. “I hear you, bro, but it’s me and Jordan. If anything, this should be easier. We’re friends and none of us is walking into this thinking it’s a one-night stand. We have plenty of time to perfect it.”

  “Practice makes perfect?” Jordan asked, grinning widely. Thank God. Her long sex drought was about to end.

  “Exactly.”

  Casey finished unclasping his pants, shoving them and his briefs to the floor as one. He toed off his shoes and socks and then reached for her.

  He didn’t respond to Gabriel’s assurances. Instead he proved his cold feet had warmed up. Considerably.

  As he kissed her, he slowly pushed her toward the bed. He pulled the sheets back without breaking the union of their lips.

  Casey pushed on her shoulders, gently prompting her on the bed. The smooth, soft silk caressed her bare ass.

  “Oh wow,” she said, stroking the sheets.

  “Shit, Casey. I think we’re getting upstaged by silk. We’re going to have to bring our A-game.”

  Casey took his friend at his word. Pressing her back, he made her completely forget what was under her as he covered her with his large, hard, perfectly formed body.

  He kissed her, and while she enjoyed the tantalizing touches, she was also aware of Gabriel’s movements around the room. He removed his pants and walked around the bed. He was silent for a few moments and she knew he was watching them. That realization made Casey’s molten kisses even hotter.

  Finally, Gabriel spoke. “Here. Move her to the middle so I can reach her too.”

  She and Casey broke apart. Her heart leapt with joy when Casey ran his hand along her face. “I’m glad you’re here, Jordan. Glad you chose me.”

  Tears sprang to her eyes. She felt exactly the same way.

  Her beloved but impatient Gabriel knelt and slowly dragged her along the slick sheets until she was dead center on the huge bed. It was like lying on a cloud. Gabriel quickly claimed one side; Casey, the other.
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  They took turns kissing her, playing with her breasts, running their hands through her hair. Through it all, they murmured sweet nothings that pierced deeper and deeper into her heart. God help her if they changed their minds come morning, because she was ruined for life. Nothing could top this moment. Ever.

  That thought and all others were swept away when Gabriel moved his explorations lower. He spread her legs apart, kneeling between them. Visions of her sex fantasy flowed as he bent his head lower and his lips drove her to new heights.

  “Holy fuck,” she whispered when Gabriel’s teeth nipped her clit. Stars flashed behind her eyelids and her hands fisted, wrinkling the silk sheets. Gabriel found every magic spot. When his fingers slowly breached her opening, she gasped and knew she was a goner.

  “Open your eyes,” Casey whispered. He was lying next to her, his hands lightly caressing her breasts.

  Her eyelids slowly rose and Casey’s beloved face smiled at her.

  “Look down,” he said.

  She glanced at the top of Gabriel’s head when he thrust two fingers inside her pussy and sucked on her clit.

  “Just like your fantasy?” Casey asked.

  She shook her head, gasping for the breath to respond. “Better. You’re here.”

  His face told her how much the answer pleased him. Casey kissed her gently, his palm cupping her breast, playing with the sensitive flesh.

  It was too much.

  She exploded, shattering into a million flashing pieces as she came.

  Gabriel’s hand stilled, his fingers buried deep.

  Casey stopped kissing her.

  When she came back to earth and opened her eyes, she found them looking at her. The Jordan she’d been before this week—hell, an hour ago—would have gone into self-conscious mode. This new woman—their Jordan—felt beautiful, cherished.

  “If I don’t get inside you right now, Jordan, I’m not going to make it.”

  She smiled at Casey’s confession. “I want you too.”

  Gabriel flipped something to his friend and Jordan watched Casey don the condom. Her gaze returned to Gabriel.

  He shrugged, looking unapologetic. “I told you I booked the room. I also stocked it with a few things.”

  She wanted to give him shit for being so cocky, but her heart wasn’t in it. In this case, she couldn’t fault him for his optimism or his preparedness.

  Gabriel gave up the position between her legs to Casey.

  Casey covered her with his body once more and she marveled at how much she loved it. He was larger than her and even Gabriel. Rather than intimidate her, it made her feel petite, protected. His cock brushed against the opening to her pussy, but he made no move to enter her. Instead he kissed her. One long, wet, deep kiss.

  “Ready?” he whispered.

  She nodded.

  Casey pushed the head of his cock inside, then paused. It was a tight fit. He seemed to recognize that. “We’ll go slow.”

  A man of his word, Casey worked his hard flesh into her by incremental degrees, alternating each forward thrust with a kiss, a touch.

  Both of them startled slightly when Gabriel’s hand entered the game, rubbing her clit until she squirmed, more moisture filling the place between her legs.

  Casey easily slid in the rest of the way, then looked at Gabriel. “Jesus. I think I like this group-effort thing.”

  “No performance issues?” Gabriel teased.

  Jordan wrapped her legs around Casey’s waist, the change in positions driving his cock even deeper, and he groaned.

  No answer was necessary after that. He moved in and out of her body with a slow, deep, relentless pace that quickly pushed her back to the peak. Too quickly. She’d never come more than once in a night with her past lovers, but she suspected she’d be breaking all the rules—and records—tonight.

  Her orgasm hit her like a wall of heat and she screamed as her pussy muscles clenched against Casey’s thick flesh.

  “Fuck, Jordan. I can’t, fuck—”

  Casey came as well, his body going stiff above her. She forced her eyes open, desperate to see his face. She wasn’t disappointed. He was gorgeous.

  Gabriel broke the spell first. “Jesus. I didn’t know how fucking hot it would be to watch. That was awesome.”

  Casey’s chuckle turned into a groan as he pulled out and fell to her side.

  Gabriel lay facing them with his head propped on his hand. He made no move to join the fun.

  “Gabriel?”

  He ran his hand through her hair. “Thought I’d give you a little while to recover, catch your second wind.”

  She looked at his painfully erect cock. It was a generous offer. He had to be in agony.

  “Get the condom.” She wasn’t sure where she found the nerve to be so demanding, but Gabriel reacted like he’d been fired out of a cannon. He had the condom on in less than thirty seconds. Impressive.

  Before he could move, Jordan shoved lightly on his shoulder until he fell to his back. Rising, she straddled his hips and took exactly what she wanted.

  For the first time since she’d known him, Gabriel was speechless. The knowledge she could shock and arouse him prompted her to notch up the play. She slid down his cock, leisurely enjoying the way he filled her pussy. Neither man was hurting in the penis department. A girl could get used to this.

  Once she was seated to the hilt, she reached behind her and cupped his balls. Gabriel jerked roughly but still didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His face told her everything she needed to know.

  She rode him, thrilled when his hands cupped her hips, helping to drive her motions. His fingers tightened every time she hit a hot spot, letting her know what he liked.

  The bed sank behind her and a slight frown crossed Gabriel’s features. Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed Casey had also straddled Gabriel’s legs, his chest pressed against her back.

  Gabriel’s uncertainty was short-lived when Casey reached around her waist and lifted her breasts in his palms. She loved the extra sensations of his coarse calluses on her sensitive flesh.

  “Since you like watching so much, I thought I’d make the show even better,” Casey explained.

  He pinched her nipples between his fingers. The delicious tightness sent shivers through her body.

  Gabriel groaned. “Jesus. Her pussy just clenched like a vise on my cock. Do that again.”

  Casey continued to play with her breasts, his touches alternating between gentle and rough. Soon, Jordan and Gabriel’s thrusting became wilder, less restrained as they strove for the pinnacle.

  Gabriel reached it first, his body jerking as a stream of curses and praises flowed from his lips.

  Jordan was too mindless, too close to acknowledge anything except what she needed. Casey answered the call.

  Releasing her breasts, his magic fingers moved to her clit. Three hard rubs and she soared from the cliff as well.

  When she opened her eyes, she was lying on Gabriel’s chest, his soft cock still tucked inside her. Lifting her head, she realized Casey wasn’t on the bed.

  “He’s in the bathroom.” Gabriel’s voice was husky, sexy as hell.

  She tried to move to the center of the bed but her arms felt like jelly. Gabriel gently twisted them both until they lay side by side, facing each other. She gasped lightly during transport when his cock fell out.

  “Sore?” he asked.

  “I haven’t had sex in a very long time.”

  “I gotta say, when you get back on the horse, you get the fuck back on.”

  She laughed quietly before reality intruded. “This is okay, right?”

  He cupped her face. “Jordy, it’s fine. Honest.”

  “But this isn’t really something we can do forever. I mean it’s a nice fantasy, but it’s not exactly normal.”

  Gabriel looked at her for a long time. When he did speak, she was surprised by the seriousness of his tone. “I’ve spent my whole life doing what was expected of me. I got good grades in scho
ol, majored in finance in college so I could take over the family business. For a while there, I was even engaged to the so-called perfect woman.”

  “You were engaged?”

  He nodded. “It ended shortly before I met you.”

  “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

  “I don’t know. I think maybe the wound was too fresh. It was too hard to talk about.”

  Jordan didn’t like that answer. “We’ve been friends for years.”

  Gabriel grinned but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “She made a fool of me. Cheated on me with a friend.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  He shrugged. “I went crazy after that, changing women the way most people change underwear.”

  “I noticed.”

  “I went against character and became a guy I didn’t like very much. When I was with you, I didn’t have to be the jackass. I could just be me. I didn’t want Paula’s name floating out there between us, because you were my safe haven away from that.”

  She nodded. That was a reason she could accept.

  “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I tried to do what everyone thought was normal and got kicked in the balls and almost lost myself. You and Casey found me. Brought me back. So if it’s okay with you, I think I’d rather start living my life based on what makes me happy rather than what’s acceptable to others.”

  “Finally,” a deep voice said.

  Jordan looked toward the doorway to the bathroom. Casey leaned against the frame, smiling.

  Gabriel looked over his shoulder. “Shit. I was making that heartfelt, entirely too-chicklike confession to Jordan, not you.”

  “Too late, bro. I heard it and now I get to make fun of you for all that mushy-gushy shit you said.”

  They were in the midst of something entirely bizarre but wholly wonderful. Gabriel was right. She was happy. Genuinely happy for the first time in her life.

  “So we’ll just go with it?”

  Gabriel and Casey nodded in unison.

  Go with it.

  Chapter Eight

  Gabriel walked into the ritzy restaurant with Jordan. Casey had claimed her other side. They were a month into their unusual relationship. Gabriel tried to remember if there was ever a moment in his life when he’d been happier. His memory couldn’t land on a single time.