When they finally made it to the kitchen, Erik was visibly more relaxed than he had been when they walked in.
Jon walked into the kitchen first, wrapping his arm around another man who turned slowly to face them.
Gary was at least ten years older than Jon, so he was probably thirty-five, maybe forty.
And obviously ill. So thin, he looked like a prison camp survivor.
Jules threw her arms around the man’s shoulders for a big hug. “Hey, Gary. You’re looking so much better than last time. Did you like the soup I sent home with Jon?”
“The soup was wonderful, sweetheart.”
“Good, then I’ll make sure to send more next time.”
“And if you sneak in a loaf of white bread, I will love you for all eternity.”
Jules laughed and the sound made Keegan’s heart skip a beat. Damn, he just wanted to wrap his arms around her, grab Erik, and go the hell home.
Instead, he put on a smile and shook the guy’s hand when Jules introduced him. Gary’s hand felt so frail, he was afraid he’d squeeze too hard and crush his bones.
Gary raised an eyebrow at him, as if he knew what he was thinking, then he turned to Erik, looked him straight in the eyes, and said, “Afghanistan?”
Keegan had absolutely no idea what the hell the guy was thinking. Erik did, though.
“No. Explosion in the lab. Mostly fire damage.”
“My apologies for being so blunt. My nephew came back from his third tour with similar scarring and I thought—”
“No need for apologies,” Erik cut in, his tone downright gentle. “Your nephew is a brave man.”
“Yes, he is. He’s still going through tough times but his wife’s stuck by him. They’ll be fine. Maybe you’ll get to meet him tonight. I’ve invited him several times but he’s not comfortable among other people yet. Someday I hope…”
Jon gave his partner a hug and kept his arm around the slightly shorter man. “One of these days, I’m just going to drive over there and shove him in the car.”
Gary laughed. “I’d like to see you try, you scarecrow. Jimmy’s got about fifty pounds of muscle on you.”
“True, but he likes me.” Jon waved at the fridge. “Anyway, we’ve got beer and liquor and pretty much anything you could want. Pick your poison and hurry up. The good seats go fast. You’ve gotta stake your claim early.”
Keegan and Erik opted for beer, Jules had a whiskey sour.
When Jules started to head back to the living room, she snaked her arm through Keegan’s and held out her hand to Erik.
Who took it and squeezed but didn’t move.
“I’m gonna talk to Gary for a few minutes. I’ll be right out.”
Jules’ smile got wider then she leaned forward and went on her toes so she could kiss Erik. “Don’t be too long.”
When she turned, Erik’s gaze met Keegan’s. And for the first time in a long time, Erik grinned at him and nodded. At that moment, he looked so much like the old Erik, Keegan actually blinked in surprise.
Then Erik turned back to Gary.
“So, your nephew.” Erik leaned back against the counter. “How’s he handling his recovery?”
Keegan didn’t hear any more because Jules pulled him back to the front room, where twenty or so people were debating the merits of the Capitals over the Flyers.
Jules joined the conversation easily. Keegan wasn’t familiar enough with the game to add anything. Which was just as well. Between his unwavering attraction to Jules and his concern for Erik, his concentration was fractured.
He just hoped this night would go a long way to fixing the fractures in their relationship.
* * * * *
“Thanks for asking us to come along with you tonight.”
“I’m glad you were both able to come.”
Jules turned in the front seat so she could see Erik. She tried not to smile too widely but she couldn’t help herself.
Tonight had gone better than she’d dared to hope. Erik had actually looked like he was having a good time. He’d spent a lot of time talking to Gary. Keegan had been a little quiet but she’d realized that was his normal state of being. When he had something to say, he said it. Otherwise, he listened. And he didn’t miss much. She figured she talked enough for all three of them.
From the few winks she’d gotten, her friends had been sufficiently impressed with her guys and no one had said anything stupid to Erik.
Win.
At least, a cautiously optimistic win.
Erik wore a slight grin that widened when she smiled back. In that instant, the shadows covered him at just the right angles that only the unscarred side of his face was visible and she had a brief flash of what he’d looked like before.
Startled, she blinked because he didn’t look like the man she’d grown so fond of.
Oh, just admit it. You love him.
Keegan slid her a quick look. “Jules? You okay?”
And you love him too. What the hell are you going to do?
She nodded and smiled. “I’m fine. Just a little tired.”
Maybe a little drunk? Maybe just a little.
But she’d been in such a good mood, especially because she was with her guys. She’d been celebrating.
And trying not to notice that Keegan and Erik weren’t saying much to each other.
Damn it. She didn’t want them to be pissed off at each other. She wanted everything to be perfect.
Which was stupid, because she knew nothing ever would be. Life was messy and dirty and fucked up.
And sometimes you just had to push ahead and get to the next good thing while living through the last bad thing.
Huh. Maybe she wasn’t as drunk as she’d thought because that actually sounded profound.
Which made her giggle because, yeah, she’d had a little too much to drink. Or maybe just enough.
Erik leaned forward and now the lights from oncoming cars showed him so clearly, and he was the man she knew again. His lopsided smile made her hot. Hot enough that she wanted to crawl into the backseat with him and ride him while Keegan drove.
“Hell, Jules, you keep giving me that look and I will pull you back here and fuck you.”
Beside her, Keegan sucked in a deep breath.
She pouted, giving Erik a look she knew he’d correctly interpret as permission. Because, oh wow, did she want him to do it. “But what about Keegan?”
“Keegan can fucking wait until we get back to my place.” Erik looked into the rearview mirror. “Can’t you?”
“I can wait.” Keegan’s voice sounded almost strangled. “But not for long.”
Erik’s grin widened. “Then you better get back here, babe.”
She thought about it for all of a second. Then she unclipped her seatbelt.
The rest wasn’t easy and it certainly wasn’t pretty but Jules managed to contort her body until she landed on Erik’s lap in the backseat.
She was still laughing when Erik shoved her skirt up her thighs, grabbed her panties, and tore them down her legs.
Erik leaned forward to kiss her, cutting off her laughter and making her moan instead.
“There you go, babe. I’ve been dying to get inside you all night.”
“Nice to know I have that effect on you.” Her heart thudded almost painfully as she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper.
Erik shoved his hands in her hair, holding her mouth at just the right angle to give her long, slow, deep kisses that made her toes curl.
The emotion she tasted on his lips went to her head, more potent than any liquor.
When she pulled back to finish what she’d started, she looked into Erik’s eyes as she helped him move his jeans low enough to free his cock. She saw the same heat she felt burning in her gut.
The car’s powerful engine gave a muted roar. Keegan must have stepped on the gas.
She didn’t know how far they were from Erik’s house but she wanted Keegan back here as well.
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�How long until we get to Erik’s?”
She didn’t bother to look over her shoulder, kept her eyes locked with Erik’s as she slid her hand slowly down his chest.
“Five minutes.”
Keegan sounded out of breath.
She liked that.
She also liked the way Erik’s chest rose and fell and the heat of his breath on her cheek.
“Drive faster because I want you back here too.”
“Fuck.”
She barely heard Keegan’s response but it made her shiver all the same.
And when she wrapped her fingers around Erik’s shaft, he said the exact same word in the exact same way.
Yes. This is what I want.
Erik began to thrust into her hand, loving the feel of her fingers gripping him tight.
He took her lips again as she tightened her grip, moaning when she felt the slickness leaking from his cock.
“Jesus Christ. You two are going to get us killed.”
Keegan took a turn a little too sharply and Erik put his arms around her so she wouldn’t hit the door.
“Keegan, man, be careful.”
“I’m trying but it’s a little tough when I know where she’s got her hands.”
“Don’t worry,” she threw the words over her shoulder. “Your turn’s coming.”
“I might not last that long.”
Erik barely heard Keegan but Jules’s laugh told him she had, loud and clear.
“Yes, you will. Because Erik’s going to wait too. Aren’t you?”
“No, I don’t want to wait.”
“Tough.” She smiled to take the sting out of the word. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Honey, you make every damn thing worthwhile.” Erik was still smiling but intensity burned in his eyes. “Haven’t you figured that out yet?”
Her gaze collided with Erik’s and she sucked in a sharp breath at the emotion there. Raw and vivid and bone-shaking.
She squeezed his cock and brought her pelvis forward so the tip brushed against her clit.
Ohmygod.
She moaned, unable to keep it locked inside.
He felt so damn good. She wanted to move into position and slam down on him. Take him all the way, fuck him hard and fast.
But she wanted Keegan here too.
As if he’d read her mind, he muttered, “Almost there.”
Yes.
Her head fell back as the car turned again, this time at a slower speed. But it was still enough to jostle her, lodging the head of Erik’s cock right at her entrance.
The temptation was too much.
She took him in, making them both groan.
Oh god, she didn’t want to wait any more.
She started to move, Erik’s hands on her hips encouraging her. Leaning forward, she let her forehead rest against Erik’s as he started a slow, slow rhythm that made her burn from the inside out.
He wouldn’t let her move any faster, the pace glacier-slow. He helped her sink down on him then pushed up to get even deeper.
His kiss was just as languid, as if they had all the time in the world. She felt he should be going faster, keeping pace with the speed Keegan was pushing the car.
Then the car began to slow until it finally came to a smooth stop, followed by the sound of a car door slamming and, seconds later, the back passenger door opening.
Cold night air drifted over her overheated skin for the few seconds it took for Keegan to slide in.
“Jesus, we’re gonna be pretzels after this.”
She smiled at Keegan’s observation but couldn’t think of anything to say because Erik rubbed his cock against that spot inside that made her shiver and shake.
“Then I guess you can wait your turn.” Erik sounded almost out of breath.
“Fuck you.” Keegan’s tone lacked heat. “Move.”
Apparently they’d done this before. In a couple of moves, Jules was on her back across the bench seat, Erik’s cock still wedged inside her as Keegan knelt over her, pushing his cock down so she could suck him.
Yes, this was exactly what she wanted.
Mine. Both of them. Mine.
Erik slowed his thrusts as she took Keegan in. The angle was a challenge but she was up to it. She sucked on the head, swiping her tongue around and making Keegan groan. He put one hand under her head to support her. The other he used to keep his cock in her mouth. He couldn’t really move without being dislodged and she felt his restraint in the slight tremble of his fingers.
Erik had stopped moving altogether, his cock as deep as he could get it, his hands on her hips gripping her tight.
She wanted Erik to move, so she rolled her hips. When he groaned, she smiled around Keegan’s shaft, causing Keegan to suck in a hard breath.
“Christ, Jules. You feel so damn good.” Erik began to retreat, hitting every point of pleasure on his way out.
So do you.
With one hand, she reached for Keegan, her fingers brushing against the naked skin of his flank. He’d pushed his jeans to just below his ass, baring the tight muscle. With her other hand, she reached for Erik, laying her hand over his.
Breathing through her nose, she sucked and tormented Keegan, rolling her hips like a wave against Erik.
She tried to set a faster pace but the guys wouldn’t give up control. Which was just fine by her. She wanted them to dominate her. Wanted to feel cherished. Loved.
These two men loved her. They gave her what she needed and what she wanted and so very much more. She wanted to give them the same. To make them understand that she cherished them. Loved them.
But she couldn’t right now because she couldn’t speak. Couldn’t string two words together because each man was setting his own pace, not allowing her to get into a rhythm. It scrambled her senses but made her hyperaware of everything around her.
The heat of Keegan’s cock against her tongue, the fullness of Erik’s cock in her pussy. The taut muscle of Keegan’s thigh and the slickness of the scar tissue on Erik’s hand.
Heat flushed her body from each point of contact. She heard the men’s labored breathing, felt her own lungs straining.
With a groan, Erik’s hips slammed forward, sinking his cock as deep as he could go. Her pussy clamped down on him, her orgasm still out of reach.
“Keegan.”
“Yeah. Almost.”
“Hurry.”
No. Not yet. I’m not—
Erik slid his hand to her mound, his thumb finding the exact spot on her clit that made her body zing. Moaning, she tightened her lips around Keegan’s shaft and sucked even harder.
“That’s it, baby.” Erik’s low, raspy words pushed her closer. Combined with the taste of Keegan’s slick skin and the way Erik’s cock rubbed against that spot…
Another flick of Erik’s thumb and she felt that tug low in her body that rippled even lower and became her orgasm.
“Oh fuck.”
Keegan’s harsh exclamation was followed by the jerk of his cock in her mouth then the hot sweetness of his cum.
Erik thrust another couple of times into her spasming pussy then he joined them with a shudder.
Seconds went by with their heavy breathing the one sound to be heard.
Then Keegan withdrew and maneuvered himself so he was sitting with her head on his thigh. Erik pulled out and quickly shrugged out of his shirt so he could pull his undershirt over his head and clean her up.
She would’ve been happy to curl into a little ball right then and sleep.
But Erik had other ideas.
“Come on. Let’s get inside before we freeze out here.”
With a sigh, she sat up, fixing her clothes before she slid across the seat to let Erik help her out of the car.
She must have been more tired than she realized because her knees almost gave out. Before she could right herself, Erik swept her into his arms and headed for the front door.
Over his shoulder, she saw Keegan click his remote to lock the car before
he hurried to catch up.
And all was right with her world.
* * * * *
“So.” Erik looked at Keegan, who nodded. “We need to talk.”
Erik watched Jules turn her head on the pillow, eyes half open, lips red and puffy from their kisses.
Neither he nor Keegan had been satisfied completely by the episode in the car. And Jules had been more than happy to let them hold her between them and make her come again.
Frankly, Erik didn’t think he’d ever be satisfied. He’d always want more of her. And he’d never get tired of having her in this bed or any other bed, as long as she was between him and Keegan.
Keegan felt the same.
Now, they needed to know what she wanted.
Please let it be us.
Her nose crinkled even as her lips curved in a smile. “And what do we need to talk about?”
“Us.”
Her eyes opened a little more. “So there is an us?”
Keegan and Erik exchanged a glance. “If you want there to be.”
Her nose scrunched up. “Do you think I’d be here if I didn’t?”
Erik’s heart started to pound and he couldn’t exactly catch his breath. “Honestly…no. I don’t think you would. But we,” he exchanged another glance with Keegan, “know you’ve been talking about going away to school.”
She blinked. “And you’re worried about that?”
“In a way.” Erik held up a hand when her lips parted. “We’re worried that we’ll stand in your way of what you want to do.”
She gave him a look that quickly put him in his place. “Do you really think that if I wanted to do something, I wouldn’t because you told me not to?”
As both he and Keegan sighed, he saw her bite her lip, trying to hide a smile.
His eyes started to narrow and she sat up against the headboard, crossing her legs under the sheet, her hair falling over her shoulders to mostly cover her breasts.
Erik’s brain momentarily stuttered to a stop at the sexy vision. Then he blinked and forced himself to look into her eyes.
“Okay, yes, I’ve thought about going back to school. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. But I talked to Carol on Friday and I realized something. I would rather work to build a business of my own here than spend two years giving money to someone to teach me what I could be learning by doing. And I dare anyone to try to make me feel like I can’t do what I want where I want. They can all go pound sand. I’ve got friends who believe in me. I’ve got a mother who loves me. And…”
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