Hers for the Evening

by Jasmine Haynes

  Seth’s blood hammered though his veins. Courtney leaned over and breathed in his ear, warm, wet. “Yeah, sweetie,” she whispered, then licked his earlobe,

  “we’re going to need a long, deep demonstration.”

  He shuddered deep in his bones picturing the night to come. He wanted to say he didn’t need this, wanted to believe he was above it. Yet surrounded by the scent of so much aroused femininity, he was in danger of doing anything his wife asked.

  “Courtney, are you by any chance stroking Seth’s cock?”

  Courtney laughed and nodded.

  “Is Seth getting hard?”

  She squeezed him, then reached between his legs to cup his balls, and answered Robyn with, “Uh-huh.”

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  through his cockhead.

  Oh man, he was in trouble. Big trouble.

  “May I see how large he is?”

  “Seth?” Courtney murmured, asking permission. He’d had same-room sex with another couple in college, before he’d started dating Courtney. It had been new, exciting. This was . . . different. Better. Hotter. More erotic. His breath seemed harsh in his throat. His heart beat in time with the pulse of his cock. It was all he could do to manage the SUV. Because of Courtney. He thought he knew her inside and out, yet this was a facet of her he’d never even contemplated. The naughty smile gracing her lips. The lascivious sparkle in her eyes. The playfulness in her touch. It was so far beyond the fantasizing they’d done. Was it possible that she wasn’t jealous?

  He put his hand over hers, turned long enough to capture her gaze. “It’s your cock this weekend, baby, do what you want with it.”

  The rasp of his zipper drowned out the road noise. Robyn leaned forward, her fingers brushing his shoulder as she peered over the seat. Her scent of almonds and vanilla drifted over him, a nice smell, yet he preferred Courtney’s citrus lotions.

  She moved to the other seat, behind Courtney. “The view is so much better over here.”

  In his peripheral vision, he got an impression of their heads together, their eyes devouring him.

  Courtney reached inside his shorts. Her fingers were cool from the airconditioning while her gaze was totally hot. She chuckled. “Oh, you dirty man, you’re not wearing underwear.”

  Seth gave her his best shit-eating grin. “Two can play at this game, baby.”

  He’d gone commando, not with this in mind, but because it put him in a nastier frame of mind.

  Gliding deeper into his shorts, down his shaft, making his forehead break out in a sweat, she reached for his balls.

  And gasped, turning to Robyn. “He shaved,” she whispered with awe. Satisfaction ran rampant through him. She thought she had everything mapped out, in her control. He’d decided to throw his wife a few curve balls. Pun intended.

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  A car passed them in the fast lane. Thank God the SUV rode higher or they’d be seen. The idea shot through his cock, turning him unbearably hard and aching.

  “He likes that,” Courtney said, as if he were a toy they were playing with. She pulled his cock from his shorts, the crown plum-colored with need.

  “Oh my,” Robyn murmured with reverence.

  He was a guy like any other, and the admiration in her tone kicked him a notch higher. Pre-come beaded on his tip.

  Courtney captured it on her finger and raised her hand to her mouth. Her brown eyes darkened to the color of whiskey, her lips slick and beckoning with his come. The car hit the road dots, bumping over them until he corrected. Je-sus. She liked to suck, loved to swallow, but the carnal heat in her eyes was beyond anything they’d shared. For the first damn time, Seth started to see how good this could be for them. A whole new phase of their sex life.

  “Suck him, Courtney. Enough to make him crazy but not to let him come.”

  The seductive pitch of Robyn’s voice mesmerized him. One quick glance at her, the scorching blaze in her gaze, and he was in danger of losing total control of the vehicle.

  Courtney took him in her mouth. “Christ,” hissed through his teeth. She’d never done it like that before, hard, sucking him deep, until her throat flexed and rippled around him. He could come right this minute, shoot off in her mouth. Instead, she was gone again, and his mind whirled in some altered state.

  “That’s enough for now,” Robyn whispered. “We have all day to tease him.”

  “You’re right,” Courtney agreed. “He’ll be pleading for mercy before we’re done with him.” She zipped him up and patted the aching bulge in his shorts. The weekend had only just begun. The two of them would be the death of him. What a way to go.

  COURTNEY COULD NOT BELIEVE WHAT SHE’D DONE IN THE FRONT seat of the family SUV. Holy Christmas, it was hot.

  Punch-drunk on all the flirting and naughty talk, they’d made it down to Templeton before she knew it. She was dying to get Seth alone and hear what he was thinking. Then again, she was the tiniest bit afraid to learn. Coward that she was, she simply went along with the wine tasting.

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  as they leaned on the long wooden bar.

  “I’m a red girl myself,” Robyn said, perusing the list of wines available for tasting.

  The second winery on her list, it was smaller than the first, with only one tasting bar and no gift shop. Thankfully, it was less crowded, too. The crush at the last place made it difficult to get a taste of everything. The floors were lacquered concrete, but the wood of the bar appeared to be real oak. Three bartenders served the five groups of tasters. Robyn pointed to a merlot at the bottom of the wine list. The bartender poured without taking his eyes off her. Robyn’s elegant mannerisms had been a hit at both wineries. In fact, while the four other groups had to share the two bartenders, this guy was devoting himself to their threesome. Young, certainly under the age of thirty, he was pretty-boy handsome, dark haired, and smitten with Robyn’s smile.

  Lifting the glass, Robyn sniffed the bouquet, swirled the wine, then sipped. Holding it in her mouth a long moment, she swallowed. “A little bitter for me.”

  Their bartender pulled another bottle from the wine cabinet behind him. “Let me recommend this one instead, ma’am.”

  Robyn repeated the procedure with the second merlot. Sniff, swirl, sip, then she closed her eyes and gave a soft moan of pure pleasure, as if she were close to orgasm. That sound, which she made every time a particularly delicious jot of wine overcame her taste buds, was what really made her the big hit. Their bartenders couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t pour the best fast enough to make sure her palate was tantalized. She had every man practically on his knees, even the other tasters.

  Yeah, Seth liked it, too, watching every move Robyn made. Yet there was a distance to his gaze, as if he were assessing and analyzing a new product, taking its measure, examining its performance.

  Standing next to Courtney, he flipped over the wine list. “Try this one, baby,”

  he said close to her ear. His breath, sweet with a fruity merlot, sent tingles to her breasts.

  A Riesling, one of her favorites. The young bartender tore his gaze from Robyn long enough to pour Courtney a generous sample. She sniffed the aroma. It smelled good. She swirled it. It coated the glass. She tasted it. Oh my, it was good. A sigh of pleasure escaped. 44

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  Seth set his hand on her hip. “Let me taste.”

  Courtney handed him the glass. Instead, he took her chin between his fingers and kissed the wine from her lips. A long, lingering sweep of his tongue. When he pulled back, a wildfire burned in his gaze. “Oh yeah,” he murmured, “really good.”

  Now Courtney was the center of attention. Every man in that small cellar wanted his wife to taste the sam
e wine.

  That kiss was hot. No married-couple kiss, it screamed lovers who’d just climbed out of bed. And were going straight home to climb back into it. Standing on Seth’s other side, Robyn slid her wineglass along the counter to him. “Taste mine.”

  His eyes flitted from Courtney to the bartender to Robyn, then he cupped the back of Robyn’s neck and tasted the wine from her lips. More a peck than the kiss he’d given Courtney, it was no less hot, due mainly to the look in their bartender’s eyes. Courtney suddenly felt lightheaded. The kid totally got what was going on. Tonight all three would share the same bed. Seth had kissed Robyn to give their audience the thrill of speculation. She read it in the long steady gaze he gave her, the slight curve of his lips, hinting at a smile only she would recognize. He wanted the show. He wanted the reaction, to hear the shocked, excited voices whispering across the cellar. He wanted the kid, young enough to be Seth’s son, to understand exactly what it meant to be older, seasoned, experienced. He wanted Courtney’s heart to race, too. Her heart did pick up speed. The excitement, but also the tiniest hint of anxiety. How much had he liked Robyn’s kiss? Better than hers? She threw the thought from her mind. She didn’t want to spoil a thing. Their bartender held up the two bottles. “Which do you prefer, sir, Riesling or the merlot?”

  Seth’s smile was cocky, arrogant. Showy. “They’re best when tasted together.”

  The young man’s eyebrows rose to his hairline. Courtney was sure she’d heard the proverbial pin drop in the sudden silence before a cacophony of whispers, voices, giggles, and laughter echoed through the room. Oh, he was bad, so bad. Courtney wanted more of it. 45

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  SETH FLIPPED COURTNEY’S HAIR OVER HER SHOULDER, RUBBED HIS finger behind her ear, then cupped her nape. “Shall we buy a bottle of each, ladies?”

  “I’m not done sampling this young man’s wares.” Courtney fluttered her eyelashes, and Seth rewarded her with a firm squeeze on the sensitive crook of her neck. The game, she found it utterly exhilarating.

  “How about the Sangiovese for me?” Robyn twirled her glass by the stem. Courtney dropped her voice to Robyn’s seductive pitch. “I’d like the champagne with the hint of toasted almond.”

  Like a magician, the bartender had both hands moving at once, uncorking, pouring. “Coming right up, ladies.”

  Seth kissed Courtney’s earlobe and whispered, “I’ll tell you what’s already up, baby.”

  “Yours or the boy’s?” Courtney murmured as the bartender headed to the end of the counter for Robyn’s choice.

  Seth laughed. “Both. Better watch out for jailbait, though.”

  She pulled him close by the front of his shirt. “I like older men.”

  Her champagne suddenly appeared on the counter along with Robyn’s red.

  “Enjoy to your heart’s content, ladies.”

  The young man was dying to be their fourth. Courtney hadn’t had this much sexy, flirty fun in . . . God, forever. It wasn’t Seth’s fault. It wasn’t hers. They’d fallen into the twenty-year rut, the raising-children mind-set, the saving-forretirement black hole. Time was for doing everything else that needed to be done, and their love life had taken a backseat. Robyn and this weekend were the cure.

  They left with the Riesling and the merlot Robyn’s young man had uncorked especially for her. He threw in a corkscrew for later, but the poor bartender never got his invite. Three’s perfect, four is a crowd. As least this time. Oh my God. She couldn’t really be contemplating a foursome. She wasn’t even sure if she’d like the threesome.

  “You take the front seat,” Courtney told Robyn as they reached the car. It was time for Seth and Robyn to do some talking. Like a go-between, Courtney had done most of the talking for Seth so far. 46

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  As Robyn had, she sat behind Seth so he could see her in the rearview mirror. He glanced at her. “Another winery, or lunch first, ladies?”

  Robyn braced a hand on the back of her seat. “If you take Highway 46

  toward Cambria, there’s a wonderful winery with an excellent bistro. I know you had a restaurant in mind, Courtney, but I’d love this place to be my treat for the two of you. I’m sure you’ll both enjoy it.”

  The courtesan wasn’t supposed to pay for anything. When Devon hired a man, she picked up the tab for the whole event. Devon, however, liked being in control of her men. So why did Robyn want to treat them? Whatever. Just take it. Robyn’s offer turned this into a date instead of sex-for-hire. Which was a good thing. Perhaps that’s what Robyn intended, to enhance the illusion. “It sounds wonderful. I’d much rather try a place you already know. Right, Seth?”

  His expression in the mirror was unreadable. Without the audience they’d had at the winery, he’d retreated. “Courtney loves trying new things.”

  Did that have more meaning than she guessed?

  Robyn’s voice filled with enthusiasm. “You’ll love it. Promise.”

  “Anyone want water?” Courtney reached behind the seats, then handed the bottles around, loosening Seth’s for him since he was driving. The wine had made her slightly tipsy, but she didn’t want to get drunk and miss one single moment.

  Seth headed out to the coast road. The day had turned hot. The airconditioning blasted through the interior. As Courtney had done, Robyn pulled a knee up and turned in the seat to make conversation easier. “Your husband’s the complete gentleman.”

  Courtney laughed. “He was very naughty in there, and he needs to be punished.”

  Robyn gave a low, sultry chuckle. “He enjoyed inciting our bartender.” She gave special emphasis to the word inciting.

  Perching on the edge of her seat, Courtney leaned around the front seat to grab Seth’s shoulder. “That’s exactly what you were doing, wasn’t it? Trying to make him crazy.”

  Seth gave barely more than a curve to his lips. “With two such gorgeous women surrounding me, I couldn’t help playing a bit.”

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  backseat next to Courtney.

  “He’s bad, not sweet.”

  “Which makes you a very lucky woman.”

  Courtney ruffled his hair. “Yes, I am lucky.”

  “Seth”—Robyn put her hand on his arm, her crimson nails dark against his skin—“you’re an even luckier man to have a woman like Courtney.”

  He adjusted the mirror, exchanging a look with Courtney. “You have no idea how lucky I am.”

  Courtney glanced at his lap. His cock tented his shorts. She wanted to ask for more, yet she was afraid. How would she feel the moment he entered Robyn?

  The kiss he’d given their courtesan in the winery had been a mere demonstration for the audience. Now they were alone, and nothing would be for show. Looking at Robyn briefly, her gaze was once again drawn to Seth’s hard-on. Who was it for? Or was it the situation?

  “Courtney, may I have your permission to feel how hard Seth is?”

  Her stomach fluttered. She wanted it; she didn’t want it. Perhaps that’s why Robyn asked, because Courtney couldn’t start it. It was hard enough to say the one word, but she did, in barely more than a whisper. “Yes.”

  Seth met her eyes in the mirror, the hazel shot through with something darker, something stormy.

  “Seth,” Robyn said softly, without the trace of seduction that seemed her trademark, “do I have your permission, too?” By asking instead of doing, she was giving them both an out if they wanted it.

  “Yes.” In the mirror, his gaze on Courtney was unwavering. A heat wave rolled through Courtney’s body. Her breath came fast, yet wasn’t enough to fill her lungs.

  Robyn leaned across the console, and Courtney caught her scent—sweet, expensive, a hint of vanilla. Courtney favored scented body lotions instead. She’d never asked if Seth wanted something more exotic.

  “My, my, my,” Robyn whispered, waving a hand over
his shorts like a magic wand. She laid her palm over him, her hand and fingers not quite managing to cover his full length. “He’s bigger than a mouthful, I’ll say that much.”

  Courtney laughed, a nervous edge to it. Another woman was touching her husband’s cock through his clothing. The sight was mind-boggling. A little terrifying. “Keep your eyes on the road, sweetie. We don’t want an accident.”

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  He didn’t say a word, but shifted his legs, widening the distance between his knees, the car on cruise control.

  Robyn changed direction and set her fingers down in his groin, caressing his balls. Courtney heard him suck in a breath.

  “Does Robyn’s hand on me make you hot, baby?”

  Both of them looked at her, Robyn, up close and personal, Seth in the mirror. Courtney was horribly, terribly wet between her legs. A tad jealous, yet thrilled at the same time, the conflicting emotions adding to her excitement. She wanted her hand down between his legs, too. She wanted to feel what Robyn felt, the throb of blood through his cock, the tightening of his testicles. “Yes,” she managed.

  “She’s squeezing me, rubbing her finger just below my nuts.” Seth squirmed. Courtney wanted to put her hand on her own pussy. Rub herself. Test her wetness. The sight set her ears roaring, her blood pressure rising. Another woman was touching her husband.

  And he liked it. Did he like it too much?

  “How does Seth feel when he’s inside you?” Robyn’s voice was gentle, as light and seductive as the image of her hand on Seth. Courtney’s breath felt trapped in her chest, same as it did in the moment Seth entered her, the expectation, the need. “I’m so full, and he touches this spot—”

  “Your G-spot.”

  “It’s the most incredible feeling.” Died and gone to heaven.

  “Does he like fast or slow?”

  “Both. Sometimes, I like it slow, right over that spot.” Courtney found herself mesmerized by the slight, rhythmic caress of Robyn’s hand over the bulge of Seth’s shorts.

  “Do you cry out when he makes you come, Courtney?”