Best I Ever Had

by Wendi Zwaduk

  “I turned on the air.” Sam folded his arms. The tribal bands tattooed across his forearm rippled as he moved. “Quint loves you and he knows I do too, Em. I’ve got great news about your safety and I’ll tell you in a little bit.”

  “Tell me now.” She gripped Sam’s shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh. She couldn’t wait—she needed to know the news. Apprehension swirled in her veins. “I’ve waited a long time to know he’s not going to hurt me. Is he dead?”

  “Slow down, love.” Sam trailed his fingers along her arms to her wrists and loosened her grasp. “We caught him. Locked up and no bail. He’ll never see sunlight outside prison walls. Promise. The Feds have him. He can’t get out no matter what technicality he finds.”

  “Really?” Her heart raced and she squeezed Sam’s hands. “Sam? Don’t kid me. We’re really and truly safe?”

  “Yes, you’re safe.” He walked her backwards to the bedroom and eased her onto the bed. “Right now I don’t care about anyone else but you and me. I’ve been immersed in the case for too damn long. I want to touch you, kiss you, and fuck you. The rest of the world can wait.”

  As much as she wanted… no needed… this man, Emma tried to hold her emotions in check. The man gave her a radioactive glow each time they made love. He knew the right places to touch and lick to make her scream. But he’d left before and could do it again when another case beckoned. And what about Quint? Would he leave her for Quint? She swallowed her pride and forced a smile to her lips.

  “So upfront and cocky. You don’t know how much I missed you.” She tried to sound assured. Tried being the operative word. “But you’d better tell me everything when we’re through. I trust you, but I like details.”

  “I’ll tell you whatever you want—after. I can’t focus on anything but you when you’re dressed like that.” Sam leaned toward her and removed his sunglasses. His eyes lit with fire—for her? She squirmed under his appraisal. “When did you start using things like this out in public?” He held up the toy. “And minus your top. I told Quint to help protect you, not encourage you to streak.”

  “I didn’t plan on company other than him.” Emma yanked his shirt tighter to her chest. “I told you. I haven’t done anything with Quint. He’s not interested.”

  “I wouldn’t say that.” He took the toy from her and threw it. Plastic and springs shattered against the wall with a thump. “There’s interested and there’s permission. He had one but not the other.”

  “Hey.” Emma winced at his words and actions. “You broke my favorite toy.” She parsed Sam’s words. Quint wanted to explore a sexual relationship with her? No way. He loved Sam too much.

  “I want to make you happy, Em.” Sam’s breath skittered along her upper chest and raised goose bumps on her flesh. “I want to make you burn. No toy is going to do that.”

  The rasp of his voice broke through her defenses. He continued to ignore her questions, but she didn’t care. Emma gazed into his darkened baby-blues. What she found made her heart beat even faster. Repentance. Desire. Need. She licked her lips. The man personified sex on a stick. “How do you suppose you’ll improve my mood, Sam?”

  Sam smoothed his calloused hand along her collarbone to the base of her throat. She trembled. The muscles tightened and her skin sizzled.

  “I said it before and I meant it. I want to lick every inch of you and hear you scream my name, Em.” He stopped a whisper from her lips. “Only my name.”

  “What about Quint?”

  Instead of answer, Sam swooped in for a kiss. Emma gasped into his mouth. Her knees wobbled as he swiped his tongue over hers. Forget the loose top or her fears. She wrapped her arms around him and ground her pussy against the bulge in his jeans.

  She never could resist her man. “Take me, Sam.”

  “My girl still wants me. Halle-fucking-lujah.” Sam groaned. His voice dropped two octaves to a rough bass that made her womb quiver. “Jesus, I missed you.”

  “Missed you, too.” Emma nodded. “Show me.” Her heart thrummed in her ears and her breath caught in her throat. She wanted him for the rest of her life. She guided him to her soaked cut off shorts. She should’ve felt exposed. Instead, she felt complete. “Right here, right now, Sam.”

  Sam ripped the t-shirt up over his head, giving Emma teasing glances of the chiseled muscles of his chest. Her gaze followed the thin trail of crisp mahogany hair that disappeared below his belt to where the true pleasure lay trapped. Emma shrugged out of his shirt. The brisk air in the bedroom kissed her dewy skin. She fumbled with the zipper on her shorts.

  “That’s right, baby.” Sam tossed the discarded garments onto the floor. “I want to see all of you.”

  Sam grasped the frayed edge of her shorts and pulled. The scream of ripping denim ricocheted through the room. “No bottoms?” Sam crawled along her body and planted his knees on either side of her hips. He cupped her chin and nibbled her ear. “You shaved.”

  Emma threaded one arm around his neck and spoke against his lips. “I like being bare.”

  “I like you bare.” He took both her hands in one of his and arranged her on the bed. “You’re so wet.” His gaze seared her. “For me.”

  “Sam?” Her heart pounded. “Make love to me, Sam. With Quint watching.” She held her breath. More than she should’ve. He’d hovered in her life for the past six months and become a fixture in most things she did. With him out of the room, things felt off. Yes, she loved her husband, but she loved Quint, too.

  “I want Quint to watch,” she whispered. “I do.”

  “Quint?” Sam dragged his fingers over her pussy lips. “You’re sure?”

  “More than ever. He’s your lover, too. Why would I count him out?” The more she talked out what she wanted, the stronger she sounded. Being honest with herself and Sam comforted her.

  “Em?” Worry and confusion shone in Sam’s eyes. “When? How? We were cautious.”

  “Yes, you were, but even cautious gets people into trouble.” She arched her back, showcasing her breasts. “You started this fire. Don’t let it burn out. Have him come in here or finish me yourself.”

  “Quint,” Sam shouted. “Quint?”

  The door creaked and footsteps padded on the floor. Quint appeared over Sam’s shoulder. “You rang?”

  “Pull up a chair.” Sam kept his gaze fixed on her and rubbed his cheek along her inner thigh. “Enjoy the show.”

  After he exchanged glances with her, Quint eased the rest of the way into the room. “Thank you, Jesus.” He sank down in the beat up armchair. One hand palmed his crotch while the other hand gripped the arm of the chair. “About damn time. I have permission?”

  “You have mine.” Emma licked her lips. This was real. Him, Sam, all of it. Her breath lodged fast in her throat. Their first time all together and she wouldn’t change a minute of it so far.

  “Do you like having him here?” Sam flattened his tongue along her sensitive skin, grazing his teeth over her labia. “Like knowing he’s hard right now? Like me tasting you?”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she managed. Sparks shot from her clit to her lower belly and bounced to her brain. The sensation overload overwhelmed her. “Feels good when you stroke me down there. It tingles.”

  “Fuck. So soft. Silky.” Sam palmed her breast and tweaked the nipple until she cried out. “You’re mine.” He scooted off the bed. “Mine.”

  “God, that’s hot.” The click of Quint’s zipper caught her attention. “Love this.”

  “Our girl is hot as hell.” Sam chuckled. Emma struggled against his grasp on her wrists. “So hot,” he added.

  Emma shivered as Sam kissed a path of fire back and forth on her inner thigh. He knew when to graze her with his teeth to bring the right amount of pain to their play. He flicked his tongue along the naked patch of skin where her curls usually covered. She bucked at the rough of his cheek against her sensitive skin. She bit back a grin. The last bikini wax session paid off. Love and lust sizzled through her veins. Every
thing he did felt so good.

  Sam dug his nails into her ass and suckled on her mons. The burn from his touch licked at her from within. Her pussy quivered, and she bucked off the bed. Her legs trembled and fever overcame her. Sam spread her labia and dragged his teeth over her clit. Rational thought left her brain.

  “Oh,” she whimpered. “More. God, please.”

  Sam chuckled. “I love when you beg.” He left her pussy and gripped her ankle. He worked his way down her other thigh and stopped at her core. Each kiss caressed her like a lick of fire. He blew cool air over her heated skin. Emma panted, unable to drag enough air into her lungs.

  “Touch me,” she begged. “Please?”

  “You’re right. You deserve extra attention.” Sam nodded once and released his hold on her. “Quint. Now.”

  Quint shoved the chair into the wall as he scrambled to the bed. He placed both hands on her breasts, kneading her. “Damn.”

  “I don’t have any rubbers,” Emma blurted. Having both men touch her sent a new rush of pleasure and desire coursing through her brain. She rubbed her breasts on Quint’s hands.

  “That’s so hot,” Quint whispered. “God, I want you.”

  “We’re good, Em. You’re the only woman I’ve made love to since we met.” Sam flicked his tongue behind her knee then turned his attention back between her thighs. “Just you, sweets, and Quint. We’ll manage.”

  Sam traced the line of her nether lips with his tongue. Jolts of pleasure shot from her pussy to her heart. Emotions only he could elicit swamped her brain. Love, desire, passion and devotion. No matter what happened, her heart belonged to Sam Rhodes.

  Sam rose up on his knees and palmed her pussy. He arched forward over her and licked his lips. As if on cue, Quint leaned forward and met Sam for a kiss. Her control splintered. Seeing them lock lips while Sam entered her with one finger took her lust to places she never imagined. She smoothed a trickle of sweat from Sam’s temple. He broke the kiss, rested his forehead on Quint’s and closed his eyes.

  “Fuck.” He grinned then returned to his place at her pussy. He spread her open with his right hand and continued to pump his index finger in her tight channel. He added another finger, easing her open further.

  Emma clenched and unclenched her hands. Each swipe of Sam’s tongue along her labia, combined with the digits in her cunt pushed her closer to the edge. Sam suckled on her clit and curled his fingers in her pussy. He rubbed her G-spot in slow strokes. Sam added another finger and continued pumping all three in and out of her nether lips. She keened at the pressure and desire building within her body. She planted her feet on the mattress and bucked, fucking herself on his fingers. All the while, Quint massaged her chest. The onslaught of emotions and sensations overwhelmed her. He kissed her temple and whispered to her.

  “So hot, seeing you take his fingers. Fuck yourself on him. Show him you love him.” His words buzzed in her ear.

  The heat in her body kicked up another notch. She loved dirty talk.

  “May I have a taste?” Quint’s voice wavered. “Please? I can’t wait any longer.”

  Sam stopped his ministrations. “Em?”

  “Yes, yes.” Emma wrestled free of Sam’s grasp and threaded her fingers through Quint’s short hair. Quint flicked his tongue over her nipples, sending shards of excitement to her core. Sam resumed his attention on her clit. God. Her dreams of being taken by the both of them were nearly coming true. Was it possible for sex to be any better? Possible, but she didn’t want either of them to stop.

  Her legs trembled and her muscles went taut. Both men worked in perfect time on her body. Quint bit down on her nipple and flicked his tongue over the tip. As the same time, Sam sucked hard on her clit. The tidal wave of lust toppled over the edge into pure orgasmic bliss. Emma cried out. More than anything, she loved and cared about the two men worshipping her body.

  “Sam.” She fought his grasp, needing to touch him. “I love you.”

  Chapter Two

  Who knew the three of them could set the sheets on fire within minutes? Sam fell back onto his heels. Quint scooted away from Emma; his chest heaved as he leaned against the headboard and palmed his cock once more.

  Sam stroked her thigh. Seeing her with Quint, being in the moment, everything felt so right. And scary as hell. Sure, he’d heard those exact words from her so many times before…before his job consumed his life. He breathed in her womanly scent and closed his eyes. She deserved more than a world-weary former cop turned private investigator as her husband. Emma Rhodes needed a man who could cater to her needs in and out of the bedroom. Someone who worked a regular job and didn’t duck bullets for a living. But the sheer thought of her making love to another man, a boring man, the way she laid with him churned Sam’s stomach.

  So did the idea of her going out into public and getting killed over a lousy pint of ice cream.

  The hours he’d spent convincing himself he didn’t love her amounted to nothing. He needed her more than the air he breathed. Sam forced his eyes open and smoothed his hand down her leg. Would she be willing to take him back into her life, even with the baggage he refused to part with? Who was he kidding? Quint wasn’t baggage. He was the third Sam needed to be complete. Shit. Everything spiraled out of control. And she knew about him and Quint! How long she’d known, he wasn’t sure, but Jesus.

  Eyes closed, Emma remained sprawled across the bed, her inky hair spilling over her shoulders and onto the pillow. Her juices sparkled on her inner thighs like glitter. He’d never fallen out of love with her and never would.

  “Only you, Sam. I won’t take another unless you ask,” she murmured. He loved to watch her come down from the high. She wriggled on the bed, caught up in the aftershocks of the orgasm. “You’re the one—unless Quint wants to be the permanent third.”

  Her words sliced straight through his heart. She still loved him and suggested taking Quint into their bed on a regular basis wasn’t a bad idea. Holy hell. A man could only be so lucky. He’d fuck the both of them until they all collapsed. First, he’d make love to his wife. “Come here before I make a fool of myself and come in my pants instead of in you.”

  “Sam?” Quint stared up at his lover with wide eyes. He hugged Emma, cradling her to his chest. “What do you want from me?”

  Sam kicked off his boots and socks. He unbuckled the thick leather belt and dropped his jeans in an instant. His penis pointed to her like a beacon and reminded him where he belonged—with her and Quint.

  “Em, what do you want us to do?” Sam rested his hands on his hips. He never figured having the two of them in the same room and naked would be so difficult. “You call the shots.”

  Now Emma stared at him. “I do?”

  “Yeah,” Sam replied.

  She sat up straighter. “You want to be with the both of us, don’t you? At the same time?” Emma scooted around, her gaze vacillating between him and Quint. “Right?”

  “Yes.” Sam gave her complete honesty. “Yes. I love Quint as much as I love you.” He’d never said the words to her out loud and braced for her reaction. Yes, he knew she’d learned their secret and seemed to get off on the both of them touching her. She’d even suggested they have a threesome, but feelings could change once the actual act occurred. “I want both of you at the same time.”

  “You’ll never believe this.” Emma sat up and crossed her ankles. “But I knew and always wondered what would happen if the three of us got together and not just for some touching and kissing. Sam, you don’t trust many people. Having Quint here proved to me that he was someone special.” She bobbed her head. “And you’re really loud when you don’t think I can hear you having sex.”

  “You…heard?” Sam didn’t expect her reaction to be quite so nonchalant. “Babe?” Then again, he never expected her to agree to the threesome. His heart ached in a combination of joy and fear—joy at both of his loves being in his bed at the same time and fear they’d ruin everything by taking the next step.

 
Emma grinned. “I told you, I walked in on you. You two were making so much noise you never noticed me. I got off, though. Replayed that memory in my head lots of times.” She shivered then crooked her finger at Quint. “Quint?”

  “Yeah?” He scampered to her side. “What do you want, babe?”

  “You in him while he’s in me.” She smoothed her hand over his cheek. “Then we switch.” Emma fastened her mouth to Quint’s.

  Renewed desire blossomed in Sam. He preferred not to play the bottom role, but if she wanted him to, he would be whatever she asked. His love for the both of them soared. The three could work well. He stroked his dick and the sensation of his hand on his body combined with seeing Emma and Quint kissing drew a groan from deep in his throat. Damn, they were hot together and the embodiment of his naughty fantasies.

  Emma broke the kiss first. “I’m good when I’m with the both of you—safe, sound and satisfied.”

  “You’re inflating my ego and I love it.” Sam rubbed her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “Love you.” He then wrapped his fingers around the back of Quint’s neck, dragging his other lover's face close. “You’ve got more rubbers, right?”

  “Lots.” Quint wrapped his arms around Sam’s neck. “You’re the only dick I want.”

  “Good.” Sam kissed Quint hard on the lips, savoring the scratch of Quint’s stubble on his cheeks. “Love you, too.”

  Emma scooted out from underneath Sam and rummaged through her drawer. Her bottom wiggled as she moved and her hair swished over her shoulders. “Never thought I’d use this for what we’re going to do.” She tossed the bottle of lube at Quint’s thigh. “That’s what I get for saying never.”

  Sam grabbed her ankle. He always thought she looked sexy, but seeing her lose her inhibitions and embrace his suggestion made her a goddess in his eyes. “My bad girl has lots of secrets, eh?” With her now on her stomach, he tugged her to the edge of the bed. “How many spanks will it take to make you scream my name?” He flattened his hand on her bottom. “One? Two?” He swatted her twice, leaving a rosy handprint on her pale skin. “Three?”