Tangled Hearts: A Menage Collection

by Various

  ~ Genevieve ~

  Oh, thank God! She wanted to throw herself into his arms, but held herself back. She’d driven around Staten Island for a couple of hours after leaving Dane’s house, trying to get her thoughts together before ultimately parking in his yard and waiting for him to come home. She was grateful she’d been to his house a few days ago and remembered the address.

  “So you’re not angry?”

  A hint of a smile touched his lips. “Oh yeah. Furious, but I’ve begun to care for you and I’m not willing to let you go unless you decide I’m not the one you want. But you need to decide right here, right now. I won’t share you with my brother.” He took her hands in his and it felt so good, it felt supportive and reassuring. A smirk touched his lips. “You can’t have us both.”

  “I want you, Graham. Only you. I’m sorry, I… I don’t –”

  He slipped a hand to the back of her head and urged her forward. She trembled at his touch, leaning in and swiping her lips across his. “I’m sorry,” she murmured against his lips.

  “It’s okay. I’m just glad this is settled,” he whispered back. “Just stop talking for a minute and kiss me already.”

  Smiling, she allowed him to fully capture her lips, kissing her with such intensity her entire body ignited with desire. A burden had been lifted. Her decision was made and she could now finally give herself fully to the man she wanted. The man, she now realized, she was supposed to be with from the start.

  She closed her eyes and allowed the waves of need and desire to rush through her as she repositioned herself so she was straddling his lap. Graham’s hands slid around her waist and up under her shirt, his fingers digging into the flesh of her lower back. Her lips left his and she began to run a string of butterfly kisses along his jaw and to his neck, as her hands began to explore the hard lines of his chest beneath his uniform shirt.

  Frustrated and needing to feel his warm flesh without the restriction of clothing, she pulled back, her eyes locking with his, and began to unbutton his shirt. To her surprise she found her hands shaking slightly, her fingers fumbling with the buttons. It was partially nerves, part anticipation and his growing erection beneath her was – distracting.

  She sighed loudly as she finally finished with the final button and pushed the shirt off of his broad shoulders. Grabbing the bottom of his white t-shirt she tugged it up. Releasing her, he lifted his arms and allowed her to pull the garment up and off.

  Sitting back onto his lap her eyes scanned every inch of exposed body, beginning at his shoulders and slowly moving downward. Her eyes landed upon two more scars, on his left side, just below his ribs. She traced the scars as he watched her intently.

  “What happened?” She lifted her gaze to his jaw and traced the scar there with her index finger. “What are these from?”

  He smiled. “A rookie mistake.”

  She frowned. “I think I’m going to need more information.”

  “I was attempting to arrest someone, a heroin addict, the first week I was on the force. I didn’t pat him down well enough. He still had a knife and when I let my guard down he pulled out the knife and lunged at me. Got my jaw first and then took a couple jabs at my side. Luckily he didn’t hit anything critical with the blade, but it certainly knocked me down a notch. I’d graduated top of the class at the academy so I guess I figured I was hot shit – invincible. Dane and I went to the academy together and I was a big braggart about graduating ahead of him. A few days in the hospital and banished to traffic duty for several months made me learn my lesson.”

  “That’s horrible.” It occurred to her just how dangerous his job could get. If the guy had gotten Graham in a different area, severed an artery, she wouldn’t be sitting there straddling his lap planning on exploring every inch of his body.

  “It’s all in a day’s work. And I’ve gotten more cautious. Lesson learned.” Seeing the worry in her expression he pulled her to him and brushed his lips across her temple. “You don’t have to worry. Okay?”

  Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held tight to him, burying her face into the side of his neck. “All right.” Her thoughts about his job were pushed to the back of her mind as the feel and smell of him reminded her of why she was currently straddling him and that she desperately wanted to see him without the remainder of his clothing.

  Vegas had been such a surreal experience that she hadn’t really had the chance to savour being with him. But tonight would be different.

  She pulled back and kissed him, her hands moving to the waistband of his pants and she wiggled on his lap, riling up his thickening shaft. He groaned against her lips as she nipped at his lower lip, but his hands circled her wrists, stopping her from undoing his pants.

  Confused, she pulled back. “What’s wrong?”

  He released her wrists, brought his left hand up to her face and tapped the face of his Swiss Army watch. “It’s past midnight and I volunteered to take on an extra shift tomorrow morning. Gotta be to work for 5am.”

  She frowned. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll go. I didn’t realize.” Lowering her eyes from his, she attempted to wiggle from his lap, but he grabbed her waist and kept her secure on him.

  “Hey, hey, hey. Where do you think you’re going? I’m not letting you run away from me again.”

  “But… you gotta…” She looked toward the staircase that she assumed led to the bedrooms. “So I was going to let you get some sleep. I never considered the time. I’m sorry.”

  “Hell no. You’re not going anywhere tonight.”

  “But... but, you said you have to go to bed.”

  He grinned and stood, keeping her tight in his arms. Laughing, Genevieve wrapped her legs around his waist and held tight to him.

  She raised a brow at him, continuing to grin. “So we’re having a slumber party?”

  “Hmmm. Yeah. Something like that.” He carried her through the living room and up the stairs, shutting off the lights as he ascended.

  “You know I can walk up the stairs on my own, right?”

  “I know.” He lowered his mouth to her neck and bit lightly, sending a spike of desire through her. “Maybe I prefer it this way.”

  Chapter 11

  ~ Graham ~

  “It’s kinda big,” Genevieve called out from the bathroom next to the bedroom where she was changing into one of his t-shirts.

  In just his boxer briefs Graham flopped himself onto the bed above the covers and laced his fingers behind his head, his eyes glued to the entrance of the bedroom, waiting for her to appear.

  “You can always come to bed naked. I’ve seen you naked before, you realize that, right?” He was actually glad she’d asked for a shirt to change into; he suspected if she were naked next to him there wouldn’t be much sleeping tonight. As it was he was sporting a semi-erection just thinking about her lying next to him.

  “It’ll do.” She appeared in the doorway.

  His erection went from semi-hard to full mast at the sight of her barefoot and wearing his grey NYPD t-shirt. She looked both adorable and sexy. It did indeed hang off of her and fell to mid-thigh.

  She paused at the doorway, her face turning slightly pink. It amused him that the same woman who’d spent a night sandwiched between him and his brother would get a bout of shyness standing in his doorway with a t-shirt on.

  “You can come in you know,” he teased. He pulled open the blankets beside him and patted the vacant space. “Come on. I won’t bite.”

  She smiled, her blush deepening. “I know, it’s silly.” She slowly began to make her way into the room. Crawling onto the bed, she sat back on her knees and caught his gaze. “Yeah, but it almost feels like our first time.” She crinkled her nose up. “You know what I mean? It’s silly I know.”

  Her eyes lowered down the length of his body and paused at his groin, where his dick was pressing against the material containing it. When her eyes wandered back up his body to meet his stare, the lust in her eyes made him groan inwardly. This was going
to be hard. Real hard. Maybe he should have let her go home tonight, but he wanted her with him, even if it was just in his bed for the night with no sex involved.

  She chewed at her lower lip as she peered down at him, the heat in her eyes increasing.

  If I touch her I’m done for.

  But he didn’t have much of a choice as she straddled his waist and lowered herself onto him. Her scent – sweet roses – filled his nostrils.

  “You’re making this really hard to keep to the no sex-o for tonight.”

  She moaned softly as her lips grazed the side of his neck. “Are you really sure?”

  Placing his hands on the backs of her thighs, he slowly moved them upward, pushing the hem of the t-shirt up until his hands cupped her lace-covered bottom.

  He swallowed and closed his eyes, trying to push down his desire.

  “I want this to be special, Ginny. I’m trying to be gentlemanly here. But you’re making it so hard.”

  She moved over him, rubbing her pelvis against his erection. A low growl like groan came from him and he pulled her tight against him, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks.

  “I’m sorry,” she murmured, lowering her head and placing a string of kisses across his chest.

  “I don’t think you are.” His hands slipped under the lace and moved toward the apex between her legs. She moaned softly and pressed into his hands, tempting him with her moist heat.

  Her soft moans and sighs were almost as enticing as the feel of her wetness as his fingers reached her pussy lips. She lifted her head and ghosted her lips across his. As their lips teased, he thrust a finger deep within her and she cried out against his lips. Her hips immediately began to grind on him as she began to fuck his fingers, which now were stroking her inner wall.

  Holding herself up with one hand, she slipped her other hand between them, yanked down his boxer briefs, exposed his shaft and grasped him. As he stroked her inner core, she stroked him, stroking him harder and faster, keeping pace with his fingers within her.

  His arousal was quickly coming to its breaking point. It was killing him not to rip her clothing from her body and take her hard and fast, filling her exquisite body with his seed.

  “Fuck, Ginny,” he groaned when her lips moved back to his neck, nipping and lashing the sensitive skin with her tongue. “I’m not going to last much longer if we keep this up.”

  She murmured something incoherent, and she bucked harder against his fingers, her pussy beginning to tighten and tremble around his probing digits. Her breathing became more rapid, and her soft moans became louder as she reached her climax. He knew he wasn’t going to be long behind her; the tightening in his balls was becoming painful as he prepared for release.

  “Oh God! Oh yes! So good. Oh my God!” she groaned into his ear, the warmth of her breath running through him. Her bucking over him became wild, while the stroking of him became more intense. She was going to bring him hard and fast.

  He fought to hold on, but her cry out accompanied with the quivering of her around his fingers and the release of her fluids coating his hand and wrist was his undoing. His groan accompanied her whimpers of pleasure as the tension within his cock came to a head. He exploded, the evidence of his ejaculation gushing from him and coating both their stomachs.

  She moaned a final time, her pussy reaching orgasm a final time. Spent, she collapsed onto him, releasing his depleted rod and pressing her face against his chest. He slid his hands up her back, under her shirt and held her tight to him as his heart rate slowly returned to normal.

  “Mmmm. Now we can go to sleep,” she murmured, a smile of satisfaction on her lips, slipping from him and cuddling to his side, her leg draped across his.

  Chuckling, he kissed the top of her head and held her tight. “Yes, ma’am.”

  Her smile widened as she closed her eyes. She was asleep within minutes.

  ~*~*~*~*~*~

  ~ Genevieve ~

  The entire morning Genevieve had been wearing a big, goofy grin on her face as she worked. Even her customers picked up on it, inquiring about why she was in such a great mood. She felt like a teenager again, giddy and excited about the boy she liked in her class. It felt good. Refreshing.

  She’d woken up that morning to an empty bed, but Graham had left a note on the bedside table telling her to be dressed and waiting for him at 7pm for a surprise. It had been a long, long time since she’d been surprised with anything from a man. Even when Alex proposed to her, it wasn’t a surprise, it was a conversation at his house and then he took her to the jewelry store for a ring; it was hardly romantic in any way. With each date with Graham she came to realize something; she’d dodged a bullet when Alex broke up with her.

  Grabbing a stepladder, she made her way over to the left wall with a half-dozen scarves. Climbing the ladder, she stretched to reach the top peg.

  “God damn,” she growled through clenched teeth, missing the peg on her first few tries.

  Going to have to lower that peg. It was something she told herself every time she added inventory to it, but she never, ever got around to it. The door chimed, but she didn’t pay any mind to the customer as she struggled to hook the scarves.

  “I’ll be right with you,” she called out, not deterring from the task at hand. She heard footsteps coming up behind her so she made a small jump, attempting to hook them once and for all so she could attend to her customer.

  A smile of triumph emerged on her lips as the hangers hooked onto the hook, but her smile quickly faded and a scream emerged from her lips as she lost her footing and she went toppling off of the stepladder. She closed her eyes, expecting to feel the hard impact of her body hitting the floor, but instead found herself being caught, with a strong arm under her legs and one under her back, and being pulled tight to her rescuer’s chest.

  A recognizable scent drifted to her nose even before her rescuer opened his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed tighter to him.

  “Graham?” She opened her eyes and caught the gaze of Dane.

  “Wrong brother, baby.” Despite her error, he grinned, keeping her in his arms and tight to him.

  “Oh, Dane.” She ranked a hand through her hair, brushing a stray lock of hair that had slid over her eyes out of her face. “What are you doing here?”

  He slowly released her and set her back onto her feet. “I’m here to take you to lunch.”

  She searched her brain, wondering if she’d agreed to have lunch with him the previous night; she couldn’t recall such a conversation.

  “I was in the area and thought you might want to grab a sandwich at the deli down the street,” he further explained.

  “I see.” She took a couple of steps back from him and sighed. While originally she was supposed to tell Dane, Graham had decided that he would speak to Dane about the new status of their relationship, but looking up into Dane’s eyes she realized that hadn’t happened yet.

  “Have you seen Graham today?”

  He shook his head. “Nah. He’s busy at a crime scene.”

  Her green eyes widened. “What kind of crime scene?”

  “Double murder suicide. In Brooklyn, I think.” He blew out a puff of air. “I’m sure he’ll call when he’s done. There’s always lots of press and nosy people who’ll hang around a crime scene in hopes of getting a glimpse of the corpse and get the juicy details of the crime. People can be such morbid nosy fuckers.”

  She cringed. “I can’t imagine wanting to see something like that.”

  “Yeah, well. It’s part of the job.” He clapped his hands, his eyes scanning the store. “So what’s the verdict? Will you do one of New York’s finest the honor of having lunch with him?”

  God, this is hard. She sighed. She supposed lunch wouldn’t hurt and she could tell him about her and Graham at the same time. She’d felt it should be her to tell him anyhow – she was the one to create the mess by seeing both brothers, she felt it was her job to make it right – but Graham had insisted on taki
ng care of it.

  Graham isn’t here and Dane is so might as well get it over with, she mused.

  ~ Dane ~

  “How is it?” Dane asked, as she took a big mouthful of her ham and cheese deli sub.

  She nodded, giving him a thumbs up while chewing. She swallowed. “Wonderful.”

  They ate in silence. It was uncomfortable.

  Something about Genevieve’s demeanour wasn’t sitting right with him. She was tense; she hadn’t been tense around him since they’d had the talk at her place. It made him wonder if it had been seeing Graham last night that had her worked up. The moment Graham stepped foot into his house her mood had changed and suddenly she had an appointment. He hadn’t believed it for a second.

  “So what’s going on, Ginny?” Might as well stop beating around the bush and get down to it.

  “We need to talk.” She kept her eyes downcast, staring at her hands, fingers laced together in front of her.

  He laughed. “You breaking up with me before we even become a couple?” he teased.

  She lifted her green eyes and he saw he’d hit a nerve with her.

  “I’ve been spending time with Graham.”

  His jaw clenched, but he fought to keep a smile on his lips. “And what does that mean exactly?” Her eyes lowered again, but he refused to let her look away. Leaning across the small two-person table, he hooked his index finger under her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his.

  “What are you saying? You’re with my brother?” He attempted to keep himself calm. He was the one who had made the stupid decision to share her in the first place.

  But, that was before I got to really know her. She was supposed to be a one-night stand. I didn’t realize I’d want her like this.

  “Yes,” her answer came out as barely more than a whisper. “I’m sorry.”

  “Motherfucker.” He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but seeing her jerk away from him and sit back in her seat made him realize he’d voiced his displeasure.