by Faye Avalon
“You and me moving in here. It could be an all-round solution.”
Her stomach went into freefall, but she stuck out her chin. “That’s the only thing he has a point about. The threesome thing is insane.”
He pursed his lips. “Maybe not. Don’t get me wrong, I thought he was out of his tiny brain when he suggested it, and there’s part of me that still does. But it would solve a lot of issues. We keep you safe. You get to experiment.” He drew in a breath. “And it’ll put to bed that first time between us.”
How bizarre was this? Sitting at Nathan’s kitchen table, next to the man she had never really driven from her system, discussing whether or not a sexual ménage was the perfect solution to a specific problem.
“Not sure my first disastrous foray into the world of threesomes hasn’t sated my curiosity for good.”
“Only one way to find out.” His thumb continued its sensuous slide over her hand, while his gaze held hers. “And you’ll be picking the right men this time.”
She couldn’t deny the fizz of excitement, the speeding up of her pulse. It was madness, of course, but damned if she wasn’t still curious. And she’d be safe. Both physically and emotionally. With three of them, there was no chance of it meaning anything. She’d been having sex with Nathan on and off for ages, and they had never become emotionally involved, at least not beyond friendship. And their friendship had endured. Even if they stopped their arrangement now, Naomi knew they would remain friends.
Why couldn’t it be the same with Tynan?
“How…how would it work exactly?”
Nathan chose that moment to walk back into the kitchen. “Why don’t you let us show you?”
Chapter Eight
Naomi stared at Nathan standing in the doorway, but her attention was on Tynan. He hadn’t moved, yet she knew he watched her steadily.
With two sets of male eyes trained on her, she knew it was make-or-break time. “I… I don’t know.”
Could she really agree to a threesome with Tynan and Nathan? If the dampness spreading between her legs was any indication, the answer was a resounding yes. Her pussy vibrated with anticipation, while nerves danced over her skin, and her heart gave weird little skipping beats.
Tynan moved forward and took her hands, easing her to stand. He drew her close, and she could feel the heat coming from his bare chest, smell the masculine scent of him.
She fought an internal battle, knowing that, unlike the last time she’d stood before two men intent on having sex with her, she could say no, refuse to take it further, and that would be an end to it. Both men would respect her decision.
Yet she couldn’t quite bring herself to speak the words that would put an end to the whole thing.
Nathan moved behind her, fresh from his shower and smelling of soap and man. Still bare-chested, he placed his hands lightly on her hips.
When she jumped, Tynan squeezed his fingers around hers. It was strangely comforting and, at the same time, exhilarating.
“We’ll take it really slow.”
She kept her eyes on Tynan’s, her insides tumbling around like an Olympic gymnast.
Last chance, Naomi. All you have to do is step away.
The thing was, her legs wouldn’t move any more than the words of refusal would come. She wanted to take this to its logical conclusion, to know what it was like. And it wouldn’t mean anything, she reminded herself, watching Tynan’s eyes glow a dark golden green. It wouldn’t mean anything to any of them.
Although she knew, courtesy of Nathan, that Tynan had indulged in group sex before, for some reason she needed to hear it from him. “You…you’ve done this before, right?”
Behind her, Nathan laughed. Tynan only smiled. “Let’s just say, I know how it works.”
Raising her hands, he touched his mouth to her white knuckles. The light brush of his lips made her stomach muscles jerk and sent delicious heat to her core. “You need to make it clear this is what you want.”
Naomi swallowed, nodded.
Dropping another kiss to the back of her hand, he smiled. “We need to hear the words.”
She nodded again, gripping Tynan’s hands like the lifeline they were right then. “I…this is what I want.”
Tynan glanced behind her at Nathan, who reached around to unhook the button of her jeans. The soft scrape of her zipper being lowered echoed through the silence of the kitchen. Naomi kept her gaze on Tynan, needing the reassurance she found in his eyes. Her hands gripped his, and she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to let go.
This was really happening.
Gently, Tynan released his hands from her grasp. Holding her fingers, he leaned down and touched his mouth to hers. The simplicity of the action didn’t warrant the heat that stormed through her, or the shakiness that moved into her legs and threatened the stability of her knees.
One simple kiss. What on God’s earth would happen to her when he did anything else?
She hadn’t realized he’d released her hands completely until she felt his fingertips brush over the V formed by the neck of her blouse. She swallowed, keeping her focus on Tynan for fear of crumpling in a heap. Little chance of that when she was all but sandwiched between two strapping males.
The thought did nothing to strengthen her rapidly weakening body. It was as if she were engulfed in a sensual haze, her body a mass of shimmering need that stripped her of her senses.
Tynan slipped the top button of her blouse open, then the next. He’d said they’d take it slow, and she was grateful for it, but her rapidly escalating pulse hadn’t got the message and her rapid shallow breathing made her feel light-headed.
With her blouse unbuttoned, Tynan slid it from her shoulders, down her arms and tossed it to the floor. Air danced over her exposed flesh, making the tiny goose bumps tingle and pulse. She’d never been so aware of her body. Never felt quite so female, so desired, as she did in that moment.
Nathan moved closer, his erection pressing into her backside. His thumbs dipped into the unfastened waistband of her jeans, and he slid the denim over her hips. He crouched, drawing the garment down her legs. Tynan’s hands wrapped around her waist, anchoring her as Nathan raised her legs in turn to slip off her shoes and jeans.
They’d been right, Naomi thought, dazed. They really had done this before. Their movements were almost rehearsed, in perfect sync, as if they were going through a well-practiced routine.
The thought gave her pause, but she was too far gone to worry overly much.
Nathan discarded her jeans next to where Tynan had tossed her blouse. Naomi stared sightlessly at her clothes. There was no backing out now, even if she wanted to. She didn’t.
Once again, she was sandwiched between the two men, and now, without the barrier of her outer clothes, she was all too aware of the sheer maleness of Tynan as his jeans grazed against her bared stomach and thighs. His erection pressed tantalizingly against her heat, and she moved against him.
Nathan pressed hard against her back, his hands on her hips, just above her panty line.
Tynan still held her around the waist. “You might want to hold on,” he said, his fingers digging into her sensitive flesh. “Put your arms around my neck.”
She hadn’t been aware until then that her arms were rigid at her sides, her fingers curled into fists. Making herself release the tension she’d been holding, she did as Tynan said and slid her hands up his arms—oh hell, hot, hard flesh—and around his neck. The ends of his hair, still damp from his run, brushed against her fingers. His eyes bored into hers, so amazingly electric that she lost her breath for a moment.
His mouth was hot when he kissed her this time, his breathing harder, deeper.
All she could do was hold on.
When he released her, she felt dazed and her eyes were unfocused. His were hooded, his nostrils flaring slightly. “If there’s anything you don’t want, j
ust say. We’ll stop immediately.”
Which brought her crashing back to the moment and the presence of Nathan behind her. How could she have tuned him out? Normally, when they had sex, Nathan demanded her full attention. She never knew what he was going to do next.
And yet, beneath Tynan’s kisses, his touch, she had all but forgotten Nathan.
If she wasn’t careful, mindful, she might be in trouble. She couldn’t chance feeling too much for Tynan or getting too deeply involved. She had to remember that this was simply sex. The means to an end. For all of them.
Nathan unclipped her bra, sliding his hands under the straps and pulling them off her shoulders. When she didn’t move, Tynan reached up and caught her wrists, bringing her arms down by her sides so Nathan could remove the bra.
Tynan’s gaze was as hot as the air in the kitchen was cool. The twin sensations made her breasts feel full and her nipples hard. Nathan slid his hands up her rib cage and cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over the hardened tips.
Tynan watched, then bent his head and licked her nipple from between Nathan’s fingers.
Naomi jerked in a breath, her pussy throbbing with expectation and anticipation. She closed her eyes, dropping her head back against Nathan’s shoulder. Nathan plastered openmouthed kisses along the side of her neck before biting gently at her earlobe. She heard herself moan, felt her body go limp.
The realization that Tynan had moved away brought her eyes open. Her nipple felt damp and sensitive without his ministrations. She shuddered when Nathan flicked his thumb across the tender bud.
Then she was bereft of Nathan’s hold, aware he had taken a step back. Without taking his eyes from hers, Tynan moved forward and grabbed hold of her hips. He hoisted her up into his arms, stealing the air from her lungs on a whoosh. Needing something to steady her, Naomi wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, and clung.
He kissed her, and she was vaguely aware he was walking out of the kitchen. Instinctively, she knew they were heading upstairs toward the main bedroom.
Tynan laid her down on the super-king-sized bed, while she glimpsed Nathan walking toward the drawer where he kept a variety of sex toys.
Her pulse kicked up even higher. She had expected that they would have sex, plain and simple. Although there was nothing plain or simple about these two men. But she’d expected straightforward action with no assistance. Not that she and Nathan hadn’t indulged, but she’d made it clear she wasn’t a fan of some of the more intense play she knew he enjoyed. Given the chance, she imagined Nathan would push things hard, but he rarely did with her. Was Tynan also a fan of extreme play?
She swallowed, looking away from what was happening in the corner when the bed dipped. Tynan moved over her. “Okay?”
His mouth was mere centimeters from hers, and the warmth of his breath was like a salve to her rapidly escalating nerves. He’d told her to tell them if there was anything she didn’t like. She glanced back to the drawer. “I’m not sure that—”
“Then we won’t.”
Tynan reached out and closed the drawer, while Nathan stepped away with his hands raised and palms out in surrender. “Nothing you don’t want, sugar.”
She nodded and received one of Tynan’s sexy smiles in return. She went to stroke his hair back as it fell across his forehead, but stopped herself. That was too intimate. Too familiar. This was a functional act. Tenderness or familiarity had nothing to do with it. She would do well to remember that too.
Tynan crawled down her body and straddled her. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties, his attention on the spot between her legs. Naomi snatched in a breath and met Tynan’s eyes. He slid her panties down a couple of inches, and the air hit the flesh just above the line of her pubic hair. She swallowed again. Part of her wished he would just yank the damn panties off and be done with it, but he’d told her they would take it slow. And, if nothing else, Tynan was a man of his word.
Nathan joined them on the bed, maneuvering himself behind her and lifting her head and upper body. Tynan kept his fingers hooked into her panties but remained still while Nathan settled himself. She was nestled with her back pressing against Nathan’s chest, sitting between his legs while the rough denim of his jeans grazed her hips.
He reached his arms beneath hers and cupped her breasts. Naomi laid her hands on his arms, feeling the gentle play of muscles while he stroked her nipples, and trying not to look at Tynan, who was pulling down her panties.
With her bared pussy mere inches from his mouth, she felt exposed and incredibly vulnerable. He angled his body so he could draw the panties down her legs and pull them off. He threw them to the floor before he got off the bed. Standing at the foot of the bed, he drew her legs apart. She tensed, made herself relax. Tynan began running his hands up and down her legs, taking care to slide his fingers lightly around her thighs toward the back of her knees.
Coaxing her, he encouraged her to bend her knees, then took her ankle in his hand and started to lick along her calf muscle.
Hell and damnation. Who knew that her calf muscle was one of her erogenous zones?
His tongue lashed around her ankle, licking over the bone. She nearly hit the ceiling, blood racing through her system and making her nerves scream. Her body felt so alive, so sensuous and erotic.
Tynan continued to use his tongue to torture her, while the hand that wasn’t holding her ankle stroked sensuously along the inside of her thigh. Her leg was virtually straight up in the air, her pussy exposed to his darkening gaze.
His fingers danced dangerously close to where the heat raged, and Naomi shifted her hips to encourage him to move to the left. Just a little more to the left…
“She likes that,” Nathan said, kissing the side of her jaw. “You’ll want to give her what she’s asking for pretty soon. Or maybe you want me to take over.”
As good as Nathan was, she didn’t want him. She wanted Tynan touching her. She needed his hands on her, needed the slow steady way he fired up her nerve endings and pushed her almost to the point of begging.
The thought pulled her up short. She was heading down the slippery slope of needing him? Things could get complicated really fast if she allowed those kind of thoughts, even if they existed only in a carnal sense. She could enjoy this in the same way she enjoyed having fun with Nathan, but a need for one man couldn’t enter into it. And most certainly not a shifter. Not Tynan.
Despite her mental reasoning, all her resolve flew out the window when Tynan’s fingers floated across her pussy. He pushed his forefinger into her heat, making her stomach muscles contract and her back arch. He pushed deeper, thrusting and retreating with that one single finger until Naomi had to stifle a desperate moan. Her breathing came in rapid bursts, and she bit down hard on her lower lip.
Tynan withdrew and stroked along the length of her slit, obviously taking care not to touch her where she most wanted it. While he worked, Nathan kissed her neck and continued to fondle her breasts, brushing her hard nipples with his equally hard thumb.
The twin sensations—the feel of Tynan’s hands, the rock-hard muscle of Nathan’s chest and the press of his erection—were amazing. She felt…cherished, and let herself revel in the thrill of having two magnificent specimens of manhood intent only on pleasuring her.
She writhed beneath the sensuous onslaught and closed her eyes. Tynan pushed two fingers inside her, and she arched her head back against Nathan. Taking advantage of the position, Nathan pressed a hot kiss to her throat, running his tongue over her sensitive flesh.
The men set up an erotic rhythm—Tynan thrusting with his fingers, Nathan using the hot slide of his tongue.
Naomi felt the first fluttering of orgasm, but she didn’t want to come yet. She wanted to bask in the sensations bombarding her. More than anything she wanted to extend the utter pleasure of being the sole focus of her two men.
Through half-opened eyes, she saw Tynan. His lips were apart, his eyes hooded, but his gaze was on her while he continued to thrust his fingers. She couldn’t hold back much longer, and, as if he knew that, Tynan pushed deeper, moved faster. His gaze fell to her pussy, then back to meet her eyes. One corner of his mouth kicked up, and she lost it there and then.
She rode the wave, arching up and voicing her pleasure on one long cry of ecstasy.
Neither man stilled their movements until she sank back against Nathan’s chest. Her legs went lax and she let her knees fall out to the sides. Tynan stopped moving but kept his fingers deep. Her muscles pulsed around him, and he gave his fingers a twist inside her.
Naomi jerked, and seconds later, Tynan withdrew his hand. With his eyes still on hers, he brought his fingers to his mouth and let his tongue brush across the tips.
Naomi’s face burned. It seemed such an intimate thing to do, which was ridiculous seeing as seconds before he’d had two fingers plunged deep inside her pussy. But something in the way he looked at her and the way his muscular chest rose and fell with each breath told her that she might as well get used to this type of intimacy because he had a lot more planned.
Seconds later, he reached for her and pulled her up. He encouraged her onto her knees, and Nathan moved behind her, his erection pressing into the crease of her backside. “Enjoy that, sugar?” he asked against her ear. “Looks like we’re off to a good start.”
Tynan placed his hands on either side of her face and bent his head to kiss her. Soft, sensuous kisses with just the slightest taste of herself on his lips. Nathan’s hands anchored her hips, and he pressed his cock harder against her. Releasing his right hand, he slid it down and around her hips, pressing down to cup her pussy. She ground her hips against his hand while Tynan’s tongue explored her mouth.
Beneath the dual onslaught of hands and mouth, Naomi’s pulse quickened again.
Nathan slid his fingers inside her pussy. “You’re soaking.”
Was she? The ease with which his fingers moved along her channel confirmed he was right.
