by Mari Carr
“Can I look yet?” she asked.
Gabriel led her over the threshold and into the room. “We’re almost there.” He looked at Casey. “Ready?” he mouthed.
Casey nodded. The room still smelled strongly of fresh paint, but only time would take care of that. Otherwise, her office was perfect.
Gabriel pulled off the blindfold—and Jordan burst into laughter.
Casey smiled, delighted by her response.
“Oh my God. You’re insane.” She turned, taking in his compromise on the paint color. “Stripes?”
“You gotta admit it looks pretty good.” He’d alternated between thick strips of Jordan’s boring white and his deep green. The effect had turned out better than he’d expected.
“It looks awesome.”
While Casey had taken charge of the renovations, Gabriel had supplied the furnishings. Jordan’s eyes widened when she spotted the new desk.
“A real desk? It’s huge.”
Gabriel had been only too happy to take her last makeshift desk to the dump, declaring an old card table did not make for a proper workspace. He’d replaced her tiny netbook with the largest laptop Casey had ever seen.
Jordan reverently ran her fingers over the new technology. “It’s too much.”
Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Dear God, woman. How many times do I have to tell you? I’m rich.”
She narrowed her eyes, though her smile wouldn’t be contained. “The operative word in that statement is you are rich. I’m a bookkeeper on a tight budget. I don’t expect or want you to spend so much money on me.”
Gabriel shrugged. “There’s no way you’ll convince me to stop giving you gifts, so you may as well save your breath.”
Jordan looked as if she wanted to argue the point, but Casey was too anxious to set other things straight. “Listen, Jordan. I want to talk about last night.”
She nodded. “I think we should.”
“Baby, we know you’re nervous about revealing the truth of our relationship. We’re breaking so many social norms, it’s not even funny. We were wrong—”
“No, no,” Jordan interrupted him. “Please don’t. There was only one person who was wrong last night and that was me.”
Gabriel wrapped her up in his arms. “No way, Jordy. We were pressuring you. Pushing you before you were ready.”
She reached up and touched Gabriel’s face. Casey marveled at how much the image moved him. “I’m ready now.”
Casey crossed his arms, concerned she was giving in because she wanted to make them happy. “Jordan, you can’t force this.”
She turned, reaching for his hand. The three of them had lost all sense of boundaries. Though he felt no sexual attraction toward Gabriel, he had no problem sharing personal space with him. It was an odd sensation, but one he wasn’t compelled to question or fight.
“I want to scream to the world about us. I love you. Both of you. So, so much.”
Casey felt her words like a punch in the stomach. She knocked the breath out of him with her declaration. Hot damn. She loved them.
He reached for her before Gabriel could pull her back to him—though it was a close contest. Picking her up, he swung her around as she squealed.
“Hell yeah,” he said. “I love you too, baby.”
Gabriel tapped him on the shoulder midswing. “Stop hogging her.”
Casey released her, laughing when Gabriel followed suit, spinning her around and kissing her.
“I was going to suggest a quiet dinner back at my place, but I don’t think I can wait that long, Jordy.”
Casey quickly caught Gabriel’s meaning. He walked over and locked the office door. “I can’t either. Besides, I think we need to christen this new office.”
Jordan leaned against the desk, her hand on her forehead. They’d obviously made her dizzy with their antics. “You smash a bottle of champagne against my pretty new walls and there will be a problem.”
“Actually,” Gabriel reached for the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it over her head in one quick swoop, “I think Casey has something else in mind.”
“Oooh, you meant a sexual christening. I’m in,” Jordan joked.
“Goddamn, I love you,” Gabriel said. His shirt followed Jordan’s to the floor and, before Casey could even consider joining them, Gabe’s pants were off as well.
“In a hurry?” Casey asked.
“In case you forgot, I went cold turkey last night. Brutal.”
“Aw,” Jordan cooed, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Poor baby.”
Gabriel looked at Casey as if to say, “What are you waiting for?” and then kissed Jordan lightly on the forehead. “Did I mention that I stocked your desk for you?”
Jordan tilted her head until Gabriel went on to explain. “I don’t think any office is truly complete without a wide array of sex toys.”
“Get them,” she commanded. While Gabriel rummaged through the drawer, Jordan came over and peeled off Casey’s clothes.
He nearly came when she leaned closer and whispered in his ear, “I’m not wearing panties under my skirt.”
“My girl.” He kissed her cheek and slowly lifted the material to show Gabriel her naughty secret.
“Oh shit, Jordy. I’m glad I didn’t know that earlier or we wouldn’t have made it up the stairs.”
She looked over her shoulder at Gabriel and flashed him a sexy smile. “What did you find in that drawer?”
Gabriel hesitated long enough that both of them turned to face him.
“Gabe?” Casey asked.
Gabriel lifted a tube of lube and two condoms. “I was thinking maybe we could save the toys for later and try something a little different.”
He and Gabriel had discussed their desire to take her at the same time, but they hadn’t wanted to frighten or hurt Jordan. It looked like his friend had found his courage.
“Jordan—” Casey felt he should explain, but she cut him off.
“I know what you want. I want it too.”
Casey wanted to confirm, to make sure she really knew, but Jordan moved away from him and bent forward over her desk, providing him with a bird’s-eye view of her ass.
Glancing over her shoulder, she caught his gaze. “But I’ll only do it on one condition.”
“Anything,” Casey whispered.
Jordan turned her attention back to Gabriel. “You put the condoms back in the drawer. It’s time we took this to the next level.”
Casey stepped closer, ran his hands over the smooth skin of her ass. “We don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
“I trust you. I know you won’t.”
Gabriel handed Casey the lube. Jordan grabbed Gabriel’s waist, edging him closer. The desk was long, but it was narrow enough that Jordan could reach Gabriel while lying across the surface.
Gabriel released a long groan when she grasped his cock, pulling him close enough to take him into her mouth. While Jordan sucked Gabriel to oblivion, Casey opened the lube and let himself play.
Neither he nor Gabriel had breached her ass—not with a cock or a finger—though they’d both wanted to. Casey squirted a generous dollop of lube on her anus, smearing it around. The action reminded him of his art and he enjoyed the sensation of playing with Jordan’s flesh, of drawing out her little gasps, of instigating her needy groans.
He worked the lubrication in slowly, first with one finger, then with two. He’d taken Jordan enough times to know how to read her body’s signals. He could tell when something brought her pleasure or when something hurt.
So far it was all systems go.
Gabriel stroked Jordan’s hair and his fingers tightened. “You getting close, bro? As much as I love her sweet mouth on me, I don’t want this celebration to end before it starts.”
Casey ran his free hand along Jordan’s spine, enjoying her shiver of delight. “Almost.” He added a third finger to the two in her ass.
Jordan released Gabriel, her hands slapping the surface of the desk, gripping the edges.
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br /> “Does that hurt?” Casey asked.
“A little. But I don’t want to stop. I want this, want you both so badly.”
Gabriel gave him an encouraging nod before kneeling in front of Jordan. He leaned closer until he was able to distract her with long, slow kisses. Casey added more lube to her ass, working the three fingers in to the hilt, stretching her, preparing her for what came next.
Casey looked around the room when he sensed she was ready. Damn Gabriel for his impatience. They should have saved this for home…and a bed. Luckily he’d placed a large, plush rug on the floor, thinking it would keep the room warmer during the winter months.
Gabriel broke the kiss and glanced up. Casey nodded and gently extracted his fingers.
Casey walked to the rug and lay on his back. Gabriel gave him a guilty look when he realized the unfortunate setting for his suggestion. Casey shrugged. No way in hell was he turning back now.
Gabriel helped Jordan stand and Casey noticed she was unsteady on her feet. He started to rise, call a halt, but Jordan had other plans.
She straddled his waist, pressing him back down with a hard kiss. “Too late,” she said. “You’re all mine.”
He’d never complain about that. Slowly, Jordan moved down his body until his cock was poised at the entrance to her pussy. He’d never ridden bareback before. Something told him this was going to be a quick trip. He was too horny, too ready.
She took him in easily, the juices from her body proving exactly how much she wanted him. This.
Once he was fully seated, she looked over her shoulder at Gabriel, who still stood by the desk. “Come here.”
Her voice was husky, sexy as hell. Gabriel responded without a moment’s hesitation. Kneeling, he straddled Casey’s legs while lightly pressing Jordan forward.
She let Gabriel direct her, coming forward and kissing Casey once more.
“You’re incredible,” Casey whispered.
She smiled at his compliment. “I was going to say the same thing about you. I love my office. Thank you.”
He chuckled until Gabriel’s fingers accidentally grazed his balls. “Fuck, man. Careful where you touch. I’m barely hanging in there as it is.”
Gabriel placed one hand on the floor by Casey’s left side. He used the other to guide his lubed cock to Jordan’s ass. Neither Casey nor Jordan moved as Gabriel slowly pushed the head inside.
“You okay, Jordy?”
Her cheeks were red, her breathing coming out in quiet pants. “So okay,” she gasped.
Casey studied her face. She spoke the truth. She was completely into this. He gave a short, quick nod to Gabriel, encouraging him to go on.
Gabriel pressed in deeper and it was Casey’s turn to gasp. Holy fuck. He hadn’t expected to feel so much. Every move Gabriel made sent more blood to his already full-to-bursting cock.
“You’re so tight, Jordy. Jesus. I’ve never felt anything so good.” Gabriel placed several kisses on her shoulder, the side of her neck.
Jordan’s eyes were closed and Casey couldn’t describe her face as anything less than completely blissful.
Gabriel completed his journey, then caught Casey’s gaze. “Ready?”
Casey nodded. He slowly pulled out, returning with care as Gabriel moved in tandem.
Jordan’s quiet moans and pleas urged them on. “God. Yes. Please.”
Casey wondered if she knew what she was asking for. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails leaving gouges he suspected would hurt tomorrow. He didn’t care. He wanted to be marked by her.
After several more thrusts, Gabriel froze, breathing heavily. “I can’t hold off. This is too good.”
Jordan didn’t lift her head. “Practice makes perfect.”
Gabriel chuckled. Pulling out one last time, he thrust in harder, faster than before and gave up the battle. “God. Yes. So fucking good. I love you, Jordy. Love you.”
Gabriel’s release triggered Casey’s. He threw his head back, hitting it hard enough against the floor to see stars, but it didn’t matter. He was already lost amid the flashing lights of his climax. His balls constricted as he let pulse after pulse of come fill Jordan. He was leaving a physical mark of his own.
Fortunately, Gabriel had recovered enough to regroup. He reached around Jordan and pressed on her clit. They’d learned the first night how to make sure she was never left behind.
Jordan cried out, her body trembling. Casey wrapped his arms around her, held her tightly as she gave in to her own needs, her own happiness.
Casey closed his eyes, a grin covering his face. “Best. Night. Ever.”
Gabriel chuckled as he collapsed beside them.
“You can say that again.” Jordan lay with her head on Casey’s chest. He’d expected to hear utter exhaustion in her voice. But as always, she surprised him, answering with energy, enthusiasm.
“I should have considered how eventually we’d all end up on the floor, and found some clever way of concealing a mattress in here,” Casey said.
Jordan lifted her head. “Hey. What’s that? Under the drop cloth.”
Casey followed her gaze and realized they’d forgotten to show her their last gift. He lifted her gently as he sat. Gabriel rose as well and took her hand, leading her to the statue Casey had tucked in the corner. From her desk, Jordan would see it perfectly, but if anyone came in to conduct business, the piece of art would be behind them.
Casey pulled the drop cloth away, enjoying Jordan’s gasp of surprise when her eyes landed on the sculpture he’d created of the three of them.
“Oh my God. It’s…it’s incredible.”
He’d finished the piece the night Gabriel had come to his apartment, the night they’d decided to pursue her together, to form their trio.
Her hand shook slightly as she reached up to touch it. She followed each contour of the figures with her fingers, enjoying the texture as much as the visual experience. “How can anything this beautiful be wrong?”
Gabriel wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her against his bare chest. “It can’t.”
She smiled. “You’re right. It can’t.”
“Move in with me. Both of you. I’m tired of us keeping separate spaces. I want to make this official, permanent. You can finally make that apartment of yours a studio, Casey, and Jordan, you can let the lease lapse on that tiny place of yours. I’ve got a big-ass empty house and I want you all to help me fill it.”
Jordan looked at Casey. “What do you say? You’d suffer the most. Neither of us finds beauty in the chaos of dirty socks.”
Casey laughed. “I suppose I could try to find some sort of inspiration in tidiness. But just in case, you’re keeping the housekeeper, right?”
Gabriel reached over and punched him playfully on the arm. “So that’s a yes?”
They both nodded.
“Good. Then let’s go christen our new house.”
The End
About the Author
Writing a book was number one on Mari’s bucket list and on her thirty-fourth birthday, she set out to see that goal achieved. Now her computer is jammed full of stories—novels, novellas, short stories and dead-ends. A New York Times and USA Today bestseller, as well as winner of the Passionate Plume, Mari finds time for writing by squeezing it into the hours between 3 a.m. and daybreak, when her family is asleep and the house is quiet.
You can visit Mari on her website, and also on Facebook and Twitter. She blogs at International Heat and hangs out on the Heat Wave Readers Yahoo group.
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