All That They Desire

by Zoe York

  She bucked hard, grinding against him.

  Sitting back, he made eye contact with her. With Brent. Back to her. Sexual energy zinged between them all in a way he’d maybe never experienced before. This was off-the-charts hot, and they were all still wearing underwear. That had to change for at least one of them.

  “I want you all the way naked,” he whispered. “Can I take this lovely scrap of lace off you?”

  She nodded and he peeled them away, baring her to his eyes. Short, dark, sparse hair covered her mound and her lips, but didn’t obscure his view in the least. He groaned and touched her pink slit, where she was already wet, and she gasped.

  He slid his fingers over her flesh, parting her lips to find her clit, and she leapt back into Brent’s arms, her legs falling wide. Begging for a finger, or two, so he gave them to her. The first slide inside was careful, the second a solid thrust. He’d had grand plans of going down on her. He loved the taste of sex, the slippery slide of a woman’s cunt in bloom. In general, Evan lived by the mantra that the best way to finger a woman was with his tongue.

  But Jess…Jess might prefer his hand. “Do you want to come like this? Riding my fingers, in your husband’s arms?”

  She whined and squirmed, then nodded.

  Evan leaned in, covering her with his body, fucking her with his whole strength now. Stretching her wide, her now the middle of the sandwich. He kissed her, then her husband, then back to her.

  Her clit hardened, lengthened against his touch, and then her hips took over and he just provided the pressure. The pressure, and two thick fingers inside her, hitting the right spots as she humped between them, a wild, messy chase to a climax while she was trapped between two men.

  When she seized around him, her pussy gripping in a pulsing wave, he wanted desperately to have his cock inside her, to feel her milking him like that.

  When she slumped back against Brent, Evan realized the other man was slowly jacking himself off beneath her, his eyes locked on Evan.

  “Let me,” he said hoarsely, wrapping his hand around Brent’s—who then moaned at the new touch, the tight squeeze.

  Evan felt a surge of power. Fuck, yeah, he knew how to stroke a man. Get him off faster and harder than he imagined. He could make it last, too. Edge Brent until he begged, but right now, he wanted both Dorans satisfied and wrung out. He leaned over the two of them, whispering to Jess what he was doing to her husband. Whispering to Brent how hot his wife thought this was.

  “Come between her legs,” he ordered. “You come, and then I’ll come too, in a hot, sticky mess all over both of you.”

  Brent groaned and went tense, all of him flexing and straining as Evan deftly jerked him off the cliff. Come flew all over Jess’s thighs, and Evan’s hand.

  He surged up, rising above them, and with his free fingers he freed his cock. Then he wrapped his sticky, Brent’s-come-covered fist around his throbbing erection and jacked himself furiously until he lost it, too, in body-wracking spurts that drained him.

  “Oh my God,” Jess said, her eyes wide as she stared at him.

  His heart pounded. Had that been too much?

  Brent gave him a weak smile. Then Jess pushed herself up and kissed him, softly at first, then hungrily. “So good,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

  “I…” He dragged in a ragged breath. “I’ll get some washcloths.”

  He went all the way to his master bathroom, needing a minute to clear his head. He grabbed some washcloths, soaked them in hot water, then wrapped that clean-up bundle in a dry towel to carry back.

  Then he grabbed the throw blanket off the end of his bed.

  Back in the living room, he cleaned Jess’s legs off, and her belly. Brent grabbed a washcloth too, and they all shared a laugh at the silly mundaneness of sex clean up. Then Jess sagged against her husband with a happy smile on her face.

  Evan gently pushed them back down. “Have a rest,” he said as he covered them up with a blanket, then leaned over and tenderly kissed Brent’s mouth. “I’m going to grab a shower, then we can have dessert.”

  “I think we already did,” the other man murmured, kissing the top of Jess’s head.

  She giggled.

  Yeah, they had. And she’d been damn sweet, too.

  “Should we have showers too?” Jess asked after Evan disappeared into the master suite. “If he’s a post-sex shower person?”

  “I’m not clear on the threesome etiquette. Maybe he was just giving us some space to run away if we want?”

  Her head jerked up. “Do you want to run away?”

  “No!”

  Relief spread across her face. “Oh. Good.”

  “No, this was…” Wonderful barely scratched the surface of how he felt. “This was incredible. I love you. And I loved doing all of that with you.”

  She wiggled up his body and kissed him, her mouth soft and probing. “Can I tell you something?”

  “Always.”

  “I want to do this again.”

  He squeezed her. “Me too.”

  She kissed him again, and he hated that he’d never known this was what she needed before. They had so much time to make up for.

  He cradled her gently in his arms. “And while I’m back in London, you let Evan spoil you, okay? He’ll like that. And I’ll like knowing that you’re being taken care of.” He paused. “Also, I don’t hate the idea of you two hooking up while I’m away. Tell me about it, and I’ll definitely not hate it.”

  “I can come and visit you.” Her voice was soft and quiet, like she was thinking of the days being long until he could get back for another visit.

  He thought of her in his barren basement apartment and shook his head. “I like coming here. I like the drive.”

  “Then we’ll see you next weekend?”

  “You bet your gorgeous ass you will.” He slid his hand around to squeeze her flesh, to pull her in close. “And I’m not going anywhere. We’ve got all night still. After dessert, we’ll go back to your place and…”

  His cock flexed between them.

  She spread her legs on either side of him, lining them up. “Or now?”

  He held his breath and tried to twist his head to hear if Evan was still in the shower.

  Jess froze. “Do you want to wait for him?”

  “No,” he whispered. “It’s okay. I want you. Just you right now. But what if he comes back?”

  “Then he can watch me fuck my husband,” she murmured, rising up on top of him. The blanket fell away.

  “Do you want a condom?”

  She paused. “You really haven’t been with anyone?”

  He shook his head.

  With a shudder, she lifted her hips and rocked him against her slick pussy, still swollen from the orgasm Evan gave her. He gripped her bottom and eased her down, until he was fully buried inside her wet, tight heat.

  It was like coming home.

  Rocking his hips, he took over and thrust into her for the first time in far too long. I love you, he thought to himself. He’d said it. It wasn’t a secret. But he couldn’t say it now, couldn’t bring that layer of feeling to what was, for her, a physical act.

  “Oh,” she breathed, her eyes wide. “Yes. More.”

  “You feel so good.” Understatement. “You’re so soft. Sweet. Hot.”

  She grinned. “Fuck me. Hard.” Her eyes twinkled. “Before Evan catches us.”

  Fuck. That short-circuited something filthy in his brain, because his arousal jacked from sixty to a thousand.

  “You like the idea of him watching from the hallway, don’t you?” She glanced in that direction, and Brent was trapped, he couldn’t see, but yes he did. Fuck yes he did.

  “He could watch you come inside me,” she whispered. “Watch me touch myself as I ride you.”

  He bit his lips to keep from yelling out yes, fuck, let him watch, and the silence made it even hotter as she slicked her fingers over her clit.

  His gaze locked there. At the swollen flesh o
f her sex, at the connection between their bodies. Above that, he could imagine the sway of her belly, her breasts. Her impossibly soft skin, her sweet mouth.

  But all he could really see, all he tunnel-visioned in on was her pussy, her fingers, and the fast blur of her getting herself closer, closer to her climax.

  It came fast and hard, making her double forward on him, and he pistoned his hips fast to catch up. It didn’t take much. Three fast, rough strokes and he spilled himself inside her.

  His wife.

  I love you.

  As the black spots receded at the edges of his vision, he stroked her hair. “That was…wow.”

  “Yeah.”

  She curled up into his side, her head nestled into the crook of his arm. Her fingers traced down the centre of his abs, and he shuddered, lightly, still sensitive to her touch.

  “Sorry.”

  “No.” He caught her hand and returned it to his skin. “It feels good.”

  A minute later, Evan’s footsteps could be heard in the hall. He appeared wrapped in a towel and nothing else. “Still cuddling?”

  Brent swallowed hard and nodded.

  Against his chest, Jess silently shook with laughter.

  “I’m going to plate up that amazing dessert you brought,” Evan said, disappearing into the kitchen.

  Brent stared at the ceiling.

  “We smell even more like sex than we did before,” Jess whispered.

  “Should, uh, we have a shower too?” Brent called out.

  “If you want.”

  Jess nodded affirmatively, then whispered again, “And ask if he has coffee.”

  “Up you get,” Brent said, rolling his eyes. She stood and took the blanket with her. Evan appeared and pointed her in the direction of the same bathroom Brent had used after dinner.

  He found his boxers, pulled those on, and then called out that he would join Jess in a second.

  Padding into the kitchen, he found Evan with a shit-eating grin on his face.

  “What?”

  “Did you guys fuck while I was in the shower?”

  “What—How—Were you watching?”

  “No, man.” Evan tugged him over and laid a sweet kiss on his mouth. “But it was the first time again for you guys, right? I didn’t need to be a part of that.”

  “We were wondering if you were one of those people who need to shower right after sex,” Brent admitted. “And then…yeah. We had a little quickie. It was good. More than good.”

  “Good.” Evan squeezed the back of his neck, then breathed him in. “And no, I’m not one of those people. You smell fucking delicious right now.”

  There was no way Brent’s cock could rise for a third round this fast, but for a second there, he thought it was going to try its damnedest. “Thanks,” he said, his throat thick with appreciation and feeling.

  Evan had that shit-eating grin on his face the whole time Brent bumble-fucked his way out of the kitchen, backwards, because he didn’t want to stop looking at the other man.

  Their unexpected friend.

  Their even more unexpected lover.

  21

  Two days after their night together with Brent, Jess sat across from Evan in his office at Go West Winery.

  His door was wide open, but that didn’t stop him from eye-fucking her as she gave him a very proper update on her campaign to get local business people on board for her guerrilla marketing plan. And the eye-fucking didn’t interfere with her having his full attention, professionally.

  “Carrie thinks the next thing I should do is make a foray into enemy territory.” She twiddled her pen between her fingers. “Go to the town office and drop off a business card, let them know I’m a new marketing consultant in town. See what happens when I rattle the cage.”

  “How could that go? What are the options?”

  She pulled out a piece of paper. “Pros and cons for all the different plans of attack.”

  “You’re a warrior princess, you know that?”

  “Maybe I was an army general in a previous life.”

  He got up and rounded his desk, keeping an ear to the hallway as he leaned over her. “I’m so turned on right now,” he said under his breath. “Come to my place when you’re done. Report how it went.”

  She looked up at him from beneath her lashes. “Are you inviting me over for something naughty, Mr. West? Will my report be given naked?”

  “Something filthy,” he promised. “And I’m easy on if you get naked before or after the report, but by the end of the night, I want my face between your thighs and your fingers in my hair.”

  She sucked in a hungry breath at that image, because yes please.

  Heavy footsteps sounded in the hall, and Evan took a half-step away from her, but he didn’t jerk up. “These look good, thanks,” he said, patting her on the shoulder.

  Then, cool as a cucumber, he glanced to the door.

  She looked as well, but just for a split second, long enough to see it was his brother. Was her face flaming red? Probably. She put her pen away in her bag, taking her sweet time pretending to get organized before she slid out of the chair and stood up. “I’ll be in touch soon with an update,” she said, then skedaddled out of there, dodging around Ty.

  She had a town office to do reconnaissance on.

  And underwear to pick for later that night.

  But when she arrived at his house that night, sex was no longer on her mind.

  “Oh no,” he said when he greeted her at the door. “Not good?”

  “Not great,” she muttered. “And then the bakery was out of morning glory muffins, so I’m hangry to boot.”

  “Then let me feed you first.” He led her to the kitchen. “What do you want? I have…” He pulled the fridge open.

  The delicious salads from the weekend were long gone. So were the pastries. The three of them had devoured the lot in a happy, post-horny cuddle pile.

  What he had left was a lot of vegetables and various cuts of meat. Healthy food, but she wasn’t in the mood for healthy.

  “Do you have any peanut butter?” she asked as she grabbed an apple from the crisper.

  His brows pulled together in momentary confusion, then he snagged a jar from the cupboard. It hadn’t been opened yet.

  “Not a big peanut butter fan?” She asked as she dug into it with a big spoon.

  “I have it for a once-in-a-blue-moon cookie craving.”

  “Cookies!” She stopped what she was doing. “Do you mean to tell me you were about to watch me eat peanut butter on apple slices when you know how to make peanut butter cookies?”

  An easy grin split his face in two. “Sure do.”

  “Get to it, Mr. Wine Mogul. I need a treat, stat.”

  “So the meeting didn’t go well.”

  “That’s an understatement.” She chomped into the apple. “How do we make these cookies?”

  “You sit there and look pretty. Tell me about your meeting. I’m going to do some real fancy mixing here, peanut butter, an egg, and some sugar, and you’ll promise to be impressed.”

  “I genuinely will be impressed. I don’t know how to bake anything other than a frozen pizza. It’s too much like science. Cooking I can handle. Baking… nah.”

  “Raised by a single mother who worked two jobs. I learned early on that the way to her heart is fresh baked cookies.”

  “That’s the kind of kid to have, wow.”

  “I gave her shit in other ways, don’t worry.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  He laughed. “Yeah. But we’re tight. We always have been. She moved to the Turks and Caicos last year—her reward for raising good business men, she says, and she’s not wrong—but we keep telling her she’ll be back. She liked to work shifts in the tasting room.”

  “That’s adorable.”

  “Tell her that when you meet her, she’ll love you forever.”

  He said it super casually, like it was no big deal that she would meet his family. Well, she’d already met hi
s brother. And for all his mom would know, she was just a colleague. A neighbour.

  A very friendly neighbour.

  Disentangling her feelings for Evan when he moved on from their lovely little affair would be a complicated process, but Complicated was her word for the year, and so far, it hadn’t been all that bad.

  She pushed that thought away and focused on business while he worked. “It was… I mean, you had warned me. Carrie warned me. Evie warned me. Her ex-husband, though, is a piece of work.”

  “Dale? Yeah. We’re not each other’s biggest fans.”

  “That’s an understatement, Evan! I think the guy has a personal vendetta out for you.”

  “Maybe I should have warned you about that.”

  “You know?”

  Evan shrugged. “Sure. I mean, it’s not rooted in any kind of reality, so I have no idea what exactly he thinks—it’s jealousy over Evie, in part, which is truly ridiculous. And also business envy.”

  “He runs the car dealership, right?”

  Evan rolled his eyes. “He’s a sales guy there. I dunno. Maybe he’s the manager now. I don’t keep tabs.”

  “Well, he keeps tabs on you, and if I were you, I’d watch your six.”

  “Watch my—” His lips curled up. “You’re adorable.”

  “And your town mayor is a sociopath.”

  “Ah,” Evan said. “He’s your mayor now, too.”

  She groaned.

  Her phone rang just as Evan slid the first tray of cookies into the oven. “Oh, it’s Brent, hang on.” She answered it. “Hey. I’m at Evan’s.”

  “Ah, I’d forgotten. I just got off work. Thought we could talk for a bit. I, uh, have counselling tomorrow.”

  “Oh.” Her heart flip-flopped. “Do you want to talk now? He’s baking cookies. I was just venting about my meeting today.”

  “No, it’s okay. Venting? Was it not good?”

  “I met the biggest cog in the local political wheel, and he’s an asshat. But it’s fine. Now I have a better idea of what I’m dealing with.” She turned in a slow circle. “Are you home now?”

  “Yeah. I’m beat. I should go to bed.”

  “Okay.” Love you. But it felt weird to say that in front of Evan so she kept it inside her head. “Call me tomorrow after the session if you want.”