Messing with Miki (A MFM Ménage Romance) (Playing For Love Book 5)

by Tara Crescent

  I went through a lot of emotions after Aaron cheated. I felt like a fool. I was angry, hurt, and betrayed. But I hadn’t shattered. My pride had been damaged, but my heart had survived, intact. I’d never felt the anguish I hear in my sister’s voice.

  “I’m here for you,” I promise her. “You won’t be alone. But Leah, you can’t stay in limbo forever. Talk to him. Learn the truth.”

  I hang up, hoping desperately that Ben isn’t sleeping around. I really want Leah to bypass the curse of the Cooper women.

  Janine’s got a big stack of printouts in her hands as I hurry in. “Killing a forest?” I joke as we cross paths in the hallway.

  She rolls her eyes. “Lawrence’s computer isn’t working again. I don’t know why his assistant couldn’t have printed this for him. As if I don’t have enough to do.”

  I give her a sympathetic smile and get to Oliver’s office. Oliver and Finn are already there, and the clock on the wall tells me it’s a quarter to ten. Ouch. “I’m sorry I’m late,” I say, my cheeks flaming. They’re going to think I’m taking advantage of the fact that I’m sleeping with them. “I’ll work late tonight to make up.”

  “I know,” Finn replies calmly. “I have no doubts on your work ethic, Miki. I trust you.”

  A pang goes through me. You shouldn’t, I want to scream. I was hired to ruin your business.

  Oliver doesn’t seem concerned with my lateness either. “I’m in and out of meetings all day, and I don’t think I’m going to get a chance to ask you. Are you doing anything tonight?”

  I shake my head. “Not particularly.” Trying to sort out why Lawrence Kent wants Imperium to fail. Trying to figure out a way out of this situation along with Lancelot and Merlin. “I was planning to catch up on sleep.”

  He opens a drawer with an oddly hesitant look on his face. Taking a key out, he holds it toward me. “Want to come over and finish watching the rest of this season of Sense 8?” he asks. “I think I should be back home at seven, but if I’m not, you can let yourself in.”

  I stare at the key he’s holding. “Is that—?”

  “A key to my apartment?” He holds my gaze in his. “Yes.”

  “You’re giving me a key to your place.” My voice is thin and high with shock at Oliver’s gesture of trust, one I’m profoundly unworthy of. “What if I go through your cupboards?”

  His lips curl up in a grin. “I’m not worried, Miki.” He deposits the small brass key in my palm, and closes my fingers around it, brushing a kiss on my lips. “I’ll see you tonight?”

  Oh God. I can’t keep up this subterfuge. I have to tell them the truth. I force myself to smile. “Maybe,” I reply airily. “Maybe I’ll be in your bed when you get back home, naked.”

  Finn’s lips curl into a wicked grin. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and glances at it. “Why wait until tonight?” he asks. “I have twenty minutes to my first meeting. Oliver?”

  “Fifteen, but it’s with Kent. I can be late.” He shuts his office door and locks it. He crooks two fingers at me, patting his desk. “Come on, Miki. We don’t have a lot of time.”

  “Janine could hear us,” I start saying, my stomach churning with a mixture of nerves, excitement, and butterflies.

  “Janine isn’t around,” Finn replies at once. “She had to drop off something at Kent’s office, and after that, she’s heading to the bakery downstairs to pick up bagels and coffee for my huddle with the Block team.”

  “Miki?” Oliver raises an eyebrow. “If you prefer not to fool around at the office, we’ll respect that, of course.” He’s wearing a navy blue jacket. He removes it and drapes it over the back of a chair, and then unbuttons his cuffs and folds his shirt sleeves. My mouth goes dry at the sight of his strong forearms and his big hands.

  “The door’s locked?”

  “Of course,” Finn replies.

  Every moment I spend with Finn and Oliver, it feels like there’s a giant timer over my head, counting down the minutes. Soon, I’m going to run out of time. I can’t keep the truth from them forever, and the knowledge of that fact makes me greedy for everything. “Should I take off my clothes?”

  I’m wearing a short, pleated red skirt and a white shirt. I don’t normally get this dressed up for work, but I admit it, I wanted to look nice for Oliver and Finn.

  “Nope,” Oliver replies. “Just take off your panties and hop on the desk.” His lips tilt up in a smile. “And spread your legs, baby.”

  My heartbeat speeds up, and my breathing quickens with anticipation. I slide my panties down my hips and sit on the desk. “Tonight,” Finn murmurs, stalking toward me, “we’re going to take you at the same time. One cock in your pussy, one cock in your ass. Would you like that?”

  His fingers brush at the pulse in my neck. “Yes,” I whisper. “I would.”

  His hands skim over my breasts. He presses them together and squeezes, hard. I gasp and arch my back, thrusting them forward.

  Chuckling at my reaction, Finn squeezes again. His thumbs brush over my nipples, and they engorge, pebbling under my shirt. “You like that, don’t you, Miki?”

  Oliver places his palms on my knees and spreads my legs apart. “You know what I want to do, Miki?” he growls. “I want to bend you over my desk and plunge my dick in your hot little pussy.”

  A shiver runs through me. “What’s stopping you?” I stare into his eyes, emboldened by the raw, naked heat in his expression.

  He grimaces. “Unfortunately, the clock is not my friend. Of course,” he sits down on his chair, wheeling it close to me, “While we might not have time for sex, I do have time to make you scream with pleasure.”

  Finn’s lips brush over mine, then he trails a path of small kisses to my throat. Oliver runs a finger between my folds, and he thrusts two fingers into my pussy. “Wet already,” he says, grinning widely. “You’re very good for our ego, Miki.”

  I groan and part my legs wider, trying to push my hips into Oliver’s hand. Finn notices. “No, no,” he chides. “Slow down.”

  “I thought I’d help speed things up,” I gasp. “You two have a meeting, after all.”

  Oliver laughs. He bends his head toward me, breathing on my pussy. Goosebumps rise on my skin. His tongue licks at my slit, and he sucks my clitoris between his lips.

  I almost jump off the desk as intense pleasure courses through me.

  Finn’s arms wrap around my shoulders. “Don’t you wriggle away, Miki,” he warns. He nibbles at my earlobe, and I whimper again as heat flares through me.

  Oliver resumes licking me, his strokes long and steady. I forget everything—User0989, the IPO, Finn and Oliver’s meetings, the fact that I’m in their office—in my delirious haze. His fingers piston in and out of my wet pussy; his tongue circles my throbbing clitoris. I tremble uncontrollably as my insides clench.

  I’m so close. Every muscle in my body tightens. Then Finn squeezes my nipples between his fingers and Oliver sucks my clit gently between his teeth. The dam bursts and I explode, stifling my moans with difficulty.

  Oliver pulls away once my shudders die down, a satisfied look on his face. “That’s just an appetizer,” he says. “I’m looking forward to the main course tonight.”

  As am I.

  Finn takes me out to lunch. “Mary yelled at me because we hadn’t properly welcomed you to Imperium,” he grins. “Welcome.”

  I laugh. “Thank you,” I say. “I’m surprised that you’re stepping away from the office during the day. What about work?”

  “It’ll keep. I’m enjoying my meal.” His smile turns warm. “And the company is excellent.”

  I stare at the man, a warm tingle coursing through my body. “I don’t know what to say to that.”

  His grin widens. “I believe that ‘thank you’ is the socially accepted response.”

  We talk about work briefly, but we soon switch topics and talk about books we like and TV shows we watch. Our conversation feels easy and effortless, and I’m reminded of the many late-night ch
ats that I’ve had with Lancelot and Merlin.

  We get back to the office, and Finn leaves for another meeting. I’ve just sat at my desk when my phone buzzes. It’s User0989. Rather, I should refer to him by his real name. Lawrence Kent.

  Well? What progress have you made?

  My blood boils. Because of this guy, I’m going to have to quit the best job I’ve ever had. Because of this guy, I’m going to have to break things off with Finn and Oliver. I’m so furious that my fingers tremble as I type out a reply. None. I warned you this wasn’t going to be easy. Their network is impossible to penetrate.

  Maybe you’re not trying hard enough.

  He’s right. I’m not trying at all. Kent hadn’t been at happy hour on Friday night, but I’ve no doubt that word has gotten around that I barreled out of there, chasing Oliver down. The CFO is probably wondering where my loyalties lie.

  According to Lancelot and Merlin, he’s already sniffing around on the forums, trying to hire someone else. I can’t let him do that.

  An evil thought strikes me. Don’t worry; I have an idea. I don’t need to crack their network to get what you need. One of the executives keeps his passwords on a post-it note on his monitor. I’ll just get the client list that way.

  There’s no reply for almost a minute. My grin widens.

  If the client list is leaked, Kent knows that Finn will investigate. When he discovers that Lawrence Kent’s account was used to download the confidential information, the CFO will automatically come under suspicion.

  Kent doesn’t want that. Why else would he hire me to hack into a network he already has access to?

  Finally, Kent/User0989 answers. I’ll give you two more weeks. Keep me posted.

  I take a deep breath. I’m willing to bet that the next time I visit Kent’s office, that post-it note will be gone.

  I’ve bought myself a little more time. Now, I just need to figure out what to do.

  20

  Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

  Omar Khayyam

  Miki:

  I get to Oliver’s place at six-thirty. At work earlier, I was only teasing him when I promised to be naked in his bed, but now that I’m here, I’m going to do exactly that.

  I definitely need to tell them the truth, and I will. Soon. I have to build up my courage to have that conversation with them. Tonight is just about pleasure. I’ve been promised a cock in my pussy and a cock in my ass. I’m warring between anticipation and nervousness, but my pussy has no doubt. It throbs with restless need.

  I duck into Oliver’s bathroom and take a quick shower, resisting the urge to linger. Once I towel myself dry, I make my way to his king size bed and position myself in the middle of it. Totally, utterly naked.

  I don’t wait too long before I hear the front door open. Oliver and Finn must see my coat because they come looking for me. When they enter the bedroom, they both come to a halt.

  Oliver grins. “I got to say, Miki. This feels like Christmas.”

  Finn gives me a half-smile as he takes off his coat and deposits it on the chair in the corner. His gaze is on me, and I can feel the weight of his assessing stare like a touch.

  Heat rises in me.

  The carpet on the floor muffles the sound of their footsteps as they move toward the bed. Finn reaches me first. His fingers stroke my cheeks, and he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. His touch is light, but his quiet scrutiny sends my arousal sky-high.

  “This might be better than Christmas.”

  “No shopping for presents,” I agree. My voice is oddly breathless, as if I’ve run a race. My nipples are just inches from his fingertips now, and my insides tighten with anticipation. Sex with them is better than anything I’ve ever experienced, and tonight, I get both of them at the same time. I’ve never thought of myself a greedy person, but my desire for them is insatiable.

  Goosebumps rise on my skin as he bends his head toward my chest and captures a nipple between his teeth. I whimper and throw my head back on the bed as his mouth closes over my bud. He licks and nibbles each nipple, and I groan and writhe on the bed.

  Oliver joins us. “Are you ready for both our cocks, Miki?” he asks, his breath caressing my ear.

  “Yes,” I sob out. Finn’s mouth on my nipples is making me feverish for more.

  “That’s the right answer.” His lips meet mine, and he sucks my lower lip between his teeth. Sharp lust rises in me; sharp, jagged lust. I moan again, this time into Oliver’s mouth.

  Finn shifts his position so he’s lying on one side of me, propped up on an elbow. His hand slides down my abdomen with excruciating slowness toward the cleft between my legs. His fingers tease me, but he refuses to touch my clitoris, refuses to quench the fire that burns in me. “I want to feel your muscles clench when I thrust inside you, baby,” he says. “I want to hear you moan as you come, and I want you to scream our names.”

  “Yes.” The words come out in a rush. “Please don’t tease me, please fuck me hard.”

  “I will,” he promises. His voice fills with amusement. “But first…”

  “Hang on,” Oliver interrupts. He’s holding a dark blue scarf in his hand. “Ever thought about being blindfolded?”

  Oh. My. God.

  Oliver chuckles at my expression. “I’m going to take that as a yes.” He ties the scarf over my eyes, and darkness claims me. “Nervous?”

  I shake my head, and his lips graze my cheeks. Or is it Finn’s? The blindfold adds another layer of excitement.

  Hands nudge my legs open and curve under my ass, pulling my pussy close to one of their mouths. Oliver? Finn? A tongue traces a path through my folds. I throw my head back and surrender to the pleasure.

  “You like that, Miki?” That’s Finn’s voice growling the question. Is it Finn licking my pussy? I can’t tell. My senses are supposed to be sharper with the blindfold, but lust has overtaken everything.

  The tongue circles my clitoris repeatedly, and fingers push into my wet, willing pussy. I bite my lip, trying to stifle my moans. I’m almost ready to burst with the overload of sensation. My hips strain upward, begging for more. “I’m going to come,” I gasp out. Lightning bolts of sparkling pleasure travel through my body. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant. The words pour out, an incoherent babble of swearing and begging. “Please don’t stop—”

  My body dances to their tune. They’re taking me higher, higher. My climax hurtles toward me, and I shatter into a million pieces, twisting, flailing, screaming out their names.

  I pull off the blindfold and blink in the sudden light. “Which one of you was it?” I ask, my cheeks flushing as I realize how wickedly wanton it is that I don’t know which one of them made me come.

  Both men are naked. They grin lazily. “Later,” Oliver says. “Right now, I have more important things on my mind.” He takes a butt plug and a small bottle of clear liquid from the drawer of his bedside table.

  “I see you’re prepared for the evening,” I quip.

  He chuckles. “Of course. Turn around, Miki. I want you on your stomach, ass in the air.”

  I start to comply, and Finn stops me. “I have a thought,” he says. He lies on his back on the bed. Rolling a condom onto his hard cock, he pulls me down onto him.

  I gasp as Finn’s cock fills me completely. He thrusts a couple of times, but then he stills himself. “I’m going to feel every twitch of your body as Oliver pushes that plug into you,” he growls.

  “Hold her, Finn,” Oliver says. “I don’t want her squirming away from me.”

  The way the two of them are discussing me? Totally hot.

  Finn pulls me forward and holds me against his chest. Oliver’s fingers spread lube into my asshole, and he inserts a finger. I jump, but catch myself and do my best to relax my anal muscles. Finn groans. “God, you’re fucking hot,” he rasps out.

  Oliver trickles more lube over my puckered hole, and then he slowly inserts his finger again. This time, I don’t flinch. I lean against Finn
’s chest, and I focus on the way Oliver’s finger feels. It’s different.

  He adds another finger, stretching me. I whimper, and Oliver caresses the globe of my ass. “You’re doing so well, Miki,” he says. “Relax for me.”

  He removes his fingers, and I feel the tip of the butt plug at my forbidden entrance. He pushes it in steadily, and I relax my muscles, as best as I can. There’s a brief instant of pain as my asshole stretches against the widest part of the plug, and then it’s buried in me.

  With Finn’s cock in my pussy, I’m almost unbearably filled. “She’s so wet.” Finn’s voice is taut with tension. “Oliver, I’m not going to last here. Hurry the fuck up.”

  I hear the sound of a condom wrapper tear. Oliver’s fingers close over the base of the plug, and he tugs it out. I feel lube drizzle down my crack, and then Oliver’s cock slides into me, slow and steady.

  His thickness stretches me more than the plug did, but he takes his time and uses plenty of lube. The sensation is slightly uncomfortable but strangely arousing at the same time.

  My fingers dig into Finn’s biceps as Oliver buries himself to the hilt. He groans, a raw, primal, sound. “You are so tight,” he murmurs. He pauses, giving me time to get used to the feeling of both of them.

  I’m ready. I want this. I want them. “More,” I whisper.

  I feel Oliver’s chuckle vibrate through his body. “Gladly.” He pulls out and slides back in again. Finn rolls his hips, thrusting his cock deeper into my pussy. Then, they start moving in unison, both pulling out at the same time, and thrusting into me with powerful strokes.

  I’ve lost the ability to form words. I whimper in pleasure. An inferno burns inside me, out of control. “Yes,” I sob out. I’m so filled by them. The sensations are almost overwhelming. I gasp and pant between them as they pound into me. Their strokes are deep and sure, and I moan with utter abandon. “Fuck,” Finn groans. “I can’t hold on.”

  “I’m not going to last either,” Oliver grinds out. He snakes a hand to my clitoris. The angle is awkward, but his touch is exactly what I need. I erupt in a burst of pleasure, and they’re not far behind. Their bodies stiffen, and their hands tighten around me as they orgasm.