Her Two Lovers
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“God, baby, I love how easily you come for me. I felt that in my toes. Every pulse of your pussy. I need to come. Come in you.”
A desire surged deep within her. She wanted to taste him. Wanted his semen on her tongue more than she wanted her next breath. “My mouth, Chandler.” Her voice came in rapid pants. “Come in my mouth.”
“Aw, fuck. Yeah, baby. God, yes.” He withdrew and climbed over her, his cock slick with her juices and poised against her lips.
She opened for him, let him take her, let him control as he fucked her mouth while she lay still on the floor. He tasted tangy—a mixture of their two flavors. He pumped steadily, never going far enough to choke her.
“Baby, I have to come.”
She nodded, hoping he understood that she wanted him to come. Wanted to give this to him. Wanted his cream on her tongue, in her body. He shot into her mouth and she savored it—let the zesty sweetness coat her tongue.
When he withdrew his penis, he slid down her body and covered her lips with his. They kissed, sharing his taste, sharing their passion. His heart beat against her chest, a rapid cadence that matched her own. As the kiss turned from frantic to gentle, he rolled to the side and pulled her body against his. She ran her fingers over the damp skin of his shoulder as he nibbled at her lower lip. She closed her eyes, and sweet emotion enveloped her.
Chapter Six
“Where did Ryan go?”
Chandler kissed the side of her neck. More thrills shot through her.
“He knows when to make his exit.”
“Oh.”
“We share women from time to time. To give the woman something special. But when it’s a woman he wants, I make an exit when I can. And vice versa.”
Her heart skittered.
“Are you saying you want me?”
He laughed. “I’d think that’s pretty obvious at this point.”
Jane sat up. Checked her watch. Forty-five minutes until show time. “We need to get ready. I wish I had a clue what you were talking about, but we don’t have time right now to figure it out.”
He grabbed her hand. “We have a few minutes. I need to tell you something.”
“That you hate my music?” She scoffed. “I already know that. You like my body, hate my music. Well, Chandler, I am my music.”
He sighed. “I don’t hate your music. For God’s sake, I happen to think you’re incredible.”
“You do?”
“You mean all of our amazing sex hasn’t convinced you of that?”
She couldn’t help but smile. “It was pretty amazing.”
“You’re so talented, Jane. You’re going places. I know it. You’ve said you envy me. To be truthful, I envy you.”
“Me?” Jane whipped her head around to look into his smoky green eyes. For a moment she thought she could see into his soul. He spoke the truth.
“It was my idea to go see you play the other night.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope. Ask Ry. He’ll tell you. I’d heard you were something special, and I wanted to check you out.”
“But you don’t like my music.”
“It’s not that. I do like your music. Am I a huge rock fan? No, I’m not. I’m a classically trained pianist. But I recognize talent. You’ve got it. And frankly, you’re headed in a direction I’m not. It’s hard for me.”
She frowned. “What do you mean? You’re wonderful. You made that keyboard come alive last night.”
“I didn’t expect you to be as good as you are.” He feathered a finger over the sensitive skin of her inner arm. “And I certainly didn’t expect to come alive when I touched you.”
She closed her eyes, inhaled. He felt something. This wasn’t one-sided. She was right. He felt it too. Her lips curved. She opened her eyes. “What did you want to tell me?”
His lips pursed for a moment. “I had an audition last week. To be the concert pianist for the Greater Chicago Symphony Orchestra. I was the favorite going in. My audition went without flaws. I was sure I had nailed it.”
Her heart sank. “What happened?”
“It went to an underdog. A woman not unlike yourself. A modest background. Mostly self-taught at an early age, though she did get a scholarship to an East Coast conservatory and studied there.”
“Oh.”
He let out a sigh. “And she used to play for a rock band.”
“Oh,” she said again, understanding dawning.
“I know that doesn’t excuse how I treated you. Rejection happens all the time in the music business. I guess you know that.”
She nodded. Oh, how she knew that.
He smiled. Her heart skipped. He was so handsome.
“Can you forgive me? I’m really sorry, Jane.”
Forgive him? After he’d just given her one of the most precious afternoons of her life? Not to mention the hot threesome they’d just shared. She knew without a doubt she could forgive him almost anything. “Yes, Chandler. I can forgive you.”
Was that relief on his face? “Thank God,” he said. “There’s one more thing…”
“What?”
“I don’t want this to be over.” His cheeks reddened. “Us, I mean. I want to see you. See where it can lead. I think we could have something amazing together. I…”
Her skin prickled. “What?”
“I think I’m falling in love with you, Janie.” He fiddled with a stray lock of blond hair on his brow, looked around the small room, and then locked his gaze with hers. “Fuck. I’m not falling. I’m in love with you. Completely. It happened so quickly. I don’t understand it myself. I just know I love you.”
She reached for his hand, so warm beneath her touch. “I can’t believe you just said those words. I never imagined I’d hear them from you.”
His eyes sank just a little. “Are you feeling anything close to the same?” His voice cracked.
Warmth surged to the tips of her toes. “I’m feeling a lot of the same. I think you’re phenomenal.”
“And?” His eyebrows arched. Was that fear she saw on his face?
“I love you too, Chandler.”
He exhaled. “Really? After I was so horrible to you?”
“You weren’t horrible to me when we were making love.” She touched his cheek. His blond stubble scraped her palm. “And we were making love. It wasn’t just a fuck like you said.”
“No it wasn’t. I knew it then. I was being a jerk.” He pressed a moist kiss to her fingers. “I love you, Jane Rock.”
“I love you, Chandler Hamilton.” His warm lips curved against her fingers. “And one more thing…”
“Okay.”
“No more Ryan. I’m done sharing you.”
Happiness hit her in the gut like a lightning strike. “I think Ryan’s great, but I’m okay with that.”
His grin lit up his face. “And there’s one more thing…”
She shook her head, rolled her eyes. “How many more ‘one more things’ are there, Chandler?”
“Last one, I promise.”
“What is it this time?” He smiled, leaned forward, and brushed his lips lightly over hers. “Let’s go wow that agent.”
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Acknowledgments
Thank you to Ellora’s Cave, The Wild Rose Press, and Musa Publishing, the publishers who first brought these stories to readers, and to all the editors who helped make them better—Jeanne De Vita, Sue Ellen Gower, Briana St. James, and Diana Carlile. Many thanks also to Waterhouse Press for giving them new life!
About the Author
Helen Hardt’s passion for the written word began with the books her mother read to her at bedtime. She wrote her first story at age six and hasn’t stopped since. In addition to being an award-winning author of contemporary and historical romance and erotica, she’s a mother, a black belt in Taekwondo, a grammar geek, an appreciator of fine red wine, and a lover of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. She writes from her home in Colorado, where she lives with her family. Helen loves to hear from readers.
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