Our Little Secret (Finding Forever Book 1)

by Rebecca Raine

  “So do I,” Derek added with a smirk as he got up.

  While Derek disposed of his condom, Julia sat up and went to work on Scott’s belt buckle. She pulled the leather free of his pants with a long swish and tossed it to the floor before she pushed him down onto the bed and straddled his thighs.

  Now she’d achieved one mighty fine orgasm, she felt more playful. She decided Scott, with all his serious ways, could do with a little play.

  She fell forward onto bent arms, and captured his mouth. Her long hair tumbled around them, like a golden veil hiding them from the world. Her fingers flicked open the button of his pants and she slid her hand inside to wrap her fingers around his long, hard erection. He gave a surprised yelp that ended with a groan.

  “Julia?” Derek’s drawl sounded from behind her and his hand stroked her bare buttocks. “Are you being naughty and teasing this poor man?”

  She took her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down as she winked at the man in question. “Yes,” she admitted.

  Scott smiled up at her and she returned it full force. She could easily spend the rest of her life finding ways to make him smile like that.

  Except this was an adventure and it would end in a couple of weeks, she reminded herself. So she’d better make the best of every hot and sweaty minute.

  Moving off him, she started to pull his pants down and over his hips. He helped her, until he was gloriously naked. His erection stood proud and aching from a nest of curls and she licked her lips in anticipation while Derek sheathed him in a fresh condom.

  She was about to lean over him, her mouth watering, when Derek’s lips closed around the long shaft. Scott groaned, low and husky, as his hands fisted in Derek’s hair.

  “What the hell?” Julia squealed in indignation. Scott’s cock was hers for the night. That was the whole idea of this. How dare Derek beat her to it?

  Derek’s lips slid off the end of Scott’s erection long enough to say, “You snooze, you lose, honey.” Then he sucked the hard length straight back into his mouth.

  Julia’s eyes narrowed. Reaching around Derek’s body, she placed her fingers on either side of his torso and tickled.

  He jerked back as if he’d been bitten. With a delighted laugh, Julia fell on Scott’s cock, sucking his pre-moistened length deep inside her mouth. She gripped his hips with her hands, digging her nails into his bare skin as he squirmed beneath her. His fingers threaded through her hair, spreading it out over his thighs and stomach.

  Her head bobbed up and down on him, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. She vaguely wondered if Derek would fight her for the position.

  She found out, when large hands grabbed her hips and pulled her body around until she was at a right-angle to Scott. She yelped, her mouth tightening around Scott’s cock when a tongue pushed deep into her wet heat before sliding over and around her clit. She sucked harder at the flesh in her mouth, her body straining and writhing on the bed. Finally, she could take it no longer.

  Pulling free of Derek’s probing tongue, she straddled Scott’s hips and sank down onto him. His entire body went tense, back arching, as he hissed a breath in through gritted teeth.

  It was a beautiful sight. She wanted to see him do it again.

  Lifting herself up until he was barely inside, she clenched her internal muscles as tight as she could before sinking back down.

  “God damn it,” he shouted, his fingers digging into her arse as he gripped her hips.

  She pulled at his arms until he sat up. Their gazes locked and their arms came around each other. She tilted her head, bringing her mouth closer to his. Their breath mingled between them as they began to rock against each other.

  “You feel incredible.” His breath whispered across her lips as he spoke and she smiled.

  “So do you.” Her tongue sneaked out to lick at his bottom lip and he responded by drawing her into a deep, wet kiss. His tongue tangled and slid across hers in a lazy caress.

  Derek knelt behind Scott, spreading his knees so they were bracketing Scott’s hips. He pressed his chest against his lover’s back and wrapped his arms around both of them.

  Julia raised her body so only the top half of Scott’s cock penetrated her body and leaned forward over his shoulder so she could kiss Derek’s mouth. This brought her breasts in line with Scott’s face and he sucked her right breast into his mouth, batting at her hard nipple with his tongue. Then he took that breast into his hand while he gave her left breast the same treatment.

  Her hips bucked against him as the sensations tumbled within her. With a loud cry she fell back onto Scott’s lap, her hips moving in frenzied excitement as her second orgasm rushed at her.

  She felt Scott’s balls draw tight and knew he would come with her. She reached as far around his and Derek’s bodies as she could, hugging them both to her as she and Scott fell, together, into oblivion.

  Chapter 13

  Julia woke slowly. She was warm and comfortable, snuggled beneath a thick duvet. Lifting her eyelids, she was confused for a moment when the blurry room she found herself in was not her own. Then the previous night came back to her in a rush of naked limbs and heated words.

  Her eyes shot open, sleep forgotten, as something else registered in her brain. It wasn’t just the covers keeping her warm.

  A hard male body curled around her back and one heavy arm draped over her hip.

  Her heart started pounding in her chest and her breath quickened. It wasn’t the fact she was being spooned that unsettled her. It was the part where she didn’t know which of the two men she’d had sex with last night was the one currently providing the big spoon for her little spoon. That was a new experience.

  She held still as she took a moment to search inside for some sign she felt guilty or ashamed of what she’d done. She was pleasantly surprised to find, instead, that she felt safe and sated. Still, she just had to know.

  Moving slowly, she slipped out from beneath the arm that held her and peeked over her shoulder.

  Disturbed by her movement, Scott rolled onto his back, snuffling some unintelligible words as he stretched his arms over his head. The duvet lay low across his hips, revealing his naked upper body. She hadn’t had the presence of mind, last night, to fully appreciate his form. Now, though, she drank in the sight of his sculpted body in the bright morning light.

  Curbing the urge to reach out and touch, she eased out of the bed. She didn’t know what kind of a morning person he was and she didn’t want to overstep her bounds.

  Wishing she had her glasses on, she squinted as she searched through the clothing that had been discarded on the bedroom floor the night before, and eventually found Scott’s blue cotton shirt. She slipped it on and did up the buttons. Long enough to reach her thighs, it gave her at least a modicum of decency. She tiptoed into the en suite to take care of her morning needs, cringing when she leaned over the counter to study her reflection in the mirror. She’d remembered to remove her single-use contact lenses sometime late last night, but she’d still fallen asleep wearing a full face of make-up. The panda eyes that greeted her were evidence of the unforgivable transgression.

  A quick search of the cupboard under the sink produced some basic men’s products which she used to make herself as presentable as possible. After she was done, she eased the door to the bedroom open again. Scott was still asleep.

  She left the bedroom in search of her purse, and the pair of glasses she had tucked inside. Instead she found Derek. The sounds of cooking and the smell of bacon greeted her as she walked into the living area where she could make out the fuzzy form of the brunette male in the kitchen making enough breakfast to feed five people.

  He looked up when she approached and greeted her with a smile, one hand indicating her purse on the kitchen counter. “Good morning, beautiful. I thought you might be looking for this.”

  “Thank you,” she groaned, quickly wrenching the small clutch open. Once she had her glasses on, she sank onto a stool on the far side of the
counter with a grateful sigh. “That’s better.”

  “All the better to see me with?” he said with a grin.

  “You are pretty easy on the eyes.” She laughed, enjoying his good mood. He was definitely a morning person. “This all smells delicious.”

  Turning away, he made quick work of using the expensive-looking coffee machine to make her a cup of coffee. “Just wait until you taste my eggs,” he said as he placed the mug in front of her. “You’ll never be the same.”

  She inhaled the strong brew with appreciation before taking a delicate lick at the frothy top. “I think you took care of that last night,” she murmured.

  “Mission accomplished,” he said with a wink, making her laugh again.

  Strong arms wrapped around her from behind and Scott leaned in to nuzzle her neck. She jumped, surprised by his silent approach, but quickly relaxed against him. She hugged his arms in front of her.

  “G’morning,” he snuffled into the curve of her shoulder before dropping a kiss on her cheek.

  “It certainly is,” she replied, smiling.

  She watched as he shuffled around the counter, wearing an old pair of jeans and nothing else, to grab a bottle of orange juice from the fridge. He dumped the bottle on the counter before sliding one hand behind Derek’s neck and drawing him into a firm kiss. Julia’s gaze locked on them, her body warming at the sight. She didn’t know why the way they touched and kissed enthralled her, but she couldn’t deny it turned her on.

  Scott plopped down onto a stool beside her, his bare feet propped on the foot rest and his knees spread. His hands rested on the padded seat of the stool as he leaned forward with straight arms. His biceps stood out in sharp relief, drawing her eyes like magnets.

  When she managed to drag her attention back up to his face she saw him doing his own inspection, from the top of her mussed hair all the way down to her scarlet-tipped toes.

  “Are you wearing my shirt, Miss Julia?” he asked in a gruff tone.

  She felt her cheeks warm as she glanced down at herself, pulling the material lower over her thighs. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said. “I haven’t gone in search of my dress yet.”

  “I think I like you wearing my clothes.” He grinned at her, biting into his bottom lip in that way that had always set her stomach aflutter. He’d never done it while looking at her before. Only Derek. It was enough to make a girl giddy.

  “What do you think, Derek?”

  Derek paused in the act of retrieving plates from a cupboard and looked her up and down. “Immanently fuckable.”

  Her head swung around and she stared at him with raised eyebrows. He winked and went back to serving breakfast.

  “Right, well then,” she hopped down from the stool, “I’m going to go and retrieve my clothes from your balcony. I won’t be long.”

  She escaped out onto the balcony and was once again amazed at the view of the city. This place must have cost a fortune. Granted, she knew Scott and Derek’s business was successful. She had been their accountant after all, but this was a whole other level. When people talked about how the other half lived, she was pretty sure these two men were members of that other half.

  It didn’t take long to spot her dress and panties lying exactly where they’d been discarded the night before. Thankfully, both seemed to have survived the night unscathed. Kind of like herself.

  She took a deep breath and stepped back into the apartment. The men were just setting breakfast onto the small dining table and she joined them, leaving her clothes on the nearby couch.

  For the next half hour they ate, drank and chatted about nothing in particular. Julia gushed about Derek’s skill with eggs and made him promise to teach her how he made them so creamy.

  As breakfast drew to a close, Julia started to wonder if she should take her leave. They hadn’t talked about how this would work. She didn’t know how much time they would be interested in spending with her outside the bedroom. Yes, they’d said they wanted to get to know her better. Really, though, for all she knew they’d only said that because they wanted to get into her pants. And apparently it had worked like a charm.

  She got up from the table and took her dishes into the kitchen.

  “Thank you for breakfast. It was lovely,” she said as she rinsed her plate in the sink. “I just need to get dressed and call a cab. Then I’ll be out of your hair.”

  She glanced up just as the two men exchanged frowns. They bolted from their chairs and descended on her like bouncers on a pub drunk.

  “Is that what you want?” Derek asked, cupping her cheeks in his hands.

  “Well, I just thought maybe—”

  “Did you think it would be so easy to get away from us?” Scott ran his hand beneath the hem of her shirt and up over her naked buttocks. She shivered at the feel of his hands on her.

  “But I need clothes,” she argued, half-heartedly.

  “Not yet you don’t.” Derek undid the top three buttons of her shirt. Or rather, Scott’s shirt. He pulled the material aside so he could place a kiss on her collarbone. “You need a nice hot shower. That’s what you need.”

  She giggled, happiness overwhelming her. They wanted her to stay. They wanted her. And she wanted them. Both of them.

  “Well, I am kind of dirty,” she said with a cheeky lilt.

  Derek grinned. “Let’s see what we can do about that, shall we?”

  Chapter 14

  The shower in the main bathroom was the same as the bed: enormous. It had two shower heads, on opposite ends, which could be angled to meet in the middle. Black slate tiles stretched out across the bathroom floor before continuing up the back wall of the shower cubicle. Against the opposite wall, twin basins were nestled into a pristine white countertop with floating black cupboards tucked beneath. Fluffy cream towels hung from a chunky silver towel rail that she knew would be heated. Everything about the room suggested luxury and decadence.

  “I feel like I just walked into a spa,” she said with a laugh. “Is everything you own this big?”

  Scott shrugged. “We like space.”

  “It took us ages to find an apartment big enough to suit us,” Derek added. “But we’re both over six feet tall, anything less would have felt cramped.”

  Julia licked her lips. That makes over twelve feet of yumminess all for me. The thought spurred her into action and she peeked over her shoulder at the two men with a coy smile. “Sometimes feeling a little cramped isn’t so bad.” Presenting her back to them, she peeled Scott’s shirt up and over her head before wading it up and tossing it backward over her head. Then she opened the glass door and stepped naked into the rectangular shower cubicle.

  Pulling one of the levers toward her, she waited for the water to reach a hot, but comfortable, temperature before entering the stream. An appreciative sound, half hum and half sigh, made its way past her lips. “This water feels so nice,” she crooned as her hands ran down over her breasts and stomach until they reached her thighs. “Now if only I had someone to wash me and make me all clean.”

  There was a scuffle behind her, and the sound of denim hitting the floor. Then there were four hands on her body, caressing and kneading her flesh. Water began to fall from the second head and soon she was sandwiched between the two men, Derek in front and Scott behind, while they all became immersed in heat and steam.

  She plucked a bottle of body wash from a nearby recessed shelf and flipped the lid open. The aroma of pomegranate and sandalwood filled the air, tantalising her senses. She turned the bottle upside down and drizzled the liquid gel over the front of her body, gasping as the coolness of the gel made contact with her heated skin. Large masculine hands began spreading the fragrant substance over her naked body and before long they’d covered her from neck to ankle in white suds.

  “Ah, perfect.” This is what life should always be like, she decided with a mental snicker. One taste of what they could do for her and she was already becoming addicted.

  Languid with warmth and
desire, she wrapped her arms around Derek’s neck and leaned in for a kiss. Her tongue stroking his in a lazy, leisurely way. The hard points of her nipples stabbed his chest as she turned her slippery body to and fro against him.

  She reached one arm back, searching for Scott. His hand entwined with hers, giving a gentle squeeze before he guided her to his straining erection. She moaned deep into Derek’s mouth as she gripped Scott’s cock with firm fingers and began to stroke. The way his hard length bumped into her buttocks when she moved turned the gentle pulse between her legs into a deeper, more insistent throb. Lifting up onto her tiptoes, she tilted her arse back toward him and guided him between her legs so he slid back and forth in the apex of her thighs. With every stroke, the tip of his cock dragged over her clitoris and tiny bolts of pleasure began to streak out in all directions.

  Eager to experiment, she crept her free hand down Derek’s body until she had his cock clutched in her grasp as well. Urging him closer, she guided him between her thighs until, with a little deft manoeuvring, he slid into place beside Scott’s erection.

  Derek sucked in a harsh breath, his arms reaching around her to clasp Scott’s back. The two men quickly fell into a rhythm of slow, shallow thrusts along the wet folds of her vulva, their hard cocks duelling like satin-covered swords. Wanting to intensify the sensation, Julia brought her thighs together between them, until she’d created a tight channel between her legs.

  They slammed against her now and the sound of squelching soap suds and guttural moans filled the room.

  She tilted her upper body to the left so Scott and Derek could reach each other with greater ease. She wasn’t sure why she was so eager for them to focus on each other as well as her this time. It was an aspect of this adventure she hadn’t considered last night. But somehow she knew the three of them could reach a deeper level of satisfaction if the unique connection between the two men was included as well, instead of being denied or ignored.

  Just as she’d hoped, they fell on each other’s mouths, tongues tangling between them. Julia savoured the sight of them enjoying each other at the same time they took uninhibited pleasure in her womanly form. Their total lack of restraint, both with her and with each other, fed a craving in her soul she’d never realised existed. She needed this. The thought elicited a whimper from deep in her throat and moments later a hand appeared at the back of her head, urging her toward them. Their mouths seemed to part slightly, as if inviting her in. She joined them with a playful eagerness and before long they were indulging in long, wet three-way kisses that were all tongues and lips and teeth. Her left hand tangled in Derek’s hair, while her right reached down to Scott’s arse, her nails digging into his butt cheek as her body squirmed between theirs. She’d never felt so surrounded and filled and intimately connected with anyone before. And they weren’t even inside her.