But she was already on the precipice.
She could feel their muscles bunching, tightening, and knew they were close. They were holding back, waiting for her. Sara let go, gave over control to them, trusting Kale and Riley to take care of her.
Their thrusts intensified, animalistic senses overtaking them as they pushed her deeper into release and reached for their own.
She splintered, screaming as the orgasm flew through her body. Every muscle pulsed, capturing them within her, and Sara heard two distinct shouts as both her lovers climaxed with her.
Both men held her, kissed her, and adored her as they floated back into reality. Together, they rolled to the side, still connected. Their combined breaths filled the room.
Kale disengaged first, sliding free of her and padding to the bathroom. When he returned, he lifted her off the bed with a smile.
“Shower time,” he said. “You coming, Riley?”
Sara couldn’t contain her giggle when Riley groaned, and he shook a finger at her like she was a disobedient child.
“Don’t laugh, woman. You wore me out, and I have a right to complain about getting out of bed.”
“If you don’t want to shower with us, you don’t have to,” she told him, looking over Kale’s shoulder as they headed for the bathroom. He continued his grumbling even though he followed, and she knew it was all for show. He liked being grouchy, if only to get her attention.
Steam already coated the mirror when Kale set her feet on the floor. He held her hand while she stepped into the large tiled shower. Water flowed from all sides, spraying into the center of the space. It was like being outside in a heavy storm, and she loved it. Sara lifted her head and let the water pour over her, rinsing away the accumulated sweat along with the lubricant.
Riley nudged her out of the spray and tipped her head up, taking her mouth in a plundering kiss that left her shaking and ready for more, even though she’d just climaxed. When he stepped back, the look on his face told her he knew exactly what he’d done to her body.
He took a washcloth from Kale, and both men rubbed warm, soapy cloths over every inch of her body, letting her do nothing more than stand and reposition herself while they cleaned her. The feel of their hands all over her caused internal fireworks she hadn’t thought would return for at least a day or two. She’d never seen herself as overly sexual but Kale and Riley were changing her self-perception.
They were driving her crazy with lust.
* * * *
Riley woke to the strangest sensation. Feathers were tickling his shoulder. Strange, because there weren’t any feathers in the house. The feel of them on his skin wasn’t exactly ticklish, either. More like the soft caress of a lover. The kind of touch that moved a man to take what he wanted slowly, steadily, and with great purpose.
Eyes still closed, he said, “What are you doing, Sara?”
“Did I wake you?”
He could hear the smile in her voice. She was teasing him, and his heart responded. She was coming to him without Kale’s participation, warming to having both of them, not just as a threesome but individually.
He hummed a little sigh of contentment, enjoying the moment before responding. He didn’t want to scare her off. “Your fingers are driving me nuts, kitten.”
Her laughter tickled him more than her fingers, such joy in the sound that he had to look at her. Hair falling in dark-blonde waves across her shoulders, some of it dancing around her bare breasts, chocolate eyes sparkling in merriment, she was alive with beauty.
“Damn, you’re a sight, Sara. Beautiful Sara.”
“You’re not too bad, either.” She laughed. “But you’re a puzzle. Sizzling-hot lawyer or bad-boy biker? Which one are you?”
Not sure what she was talking about, Riley wrapped his fingers around the arm she was leaning on and pulled her down to the bed for a kiss. “Don’t own a motorcycle, but for you, I might try it.”
Sara snuggled close, burrowing in the covers until they were skin to skin before reaching over his arm to trace his shoulder. “Where did this come from?” she asked.
Damn, he’d forgotten about the tattoo. It was ancient history, his history but not hers. “Misspent youth. No bikers, though.”
“Were you in a gang?”
She sounded worried, so he cut to the end of the story. “Just a garage band in my teens. We had big dreams and little talent. Fun, but we moved on after a year or two.”
Her hand moved down his back, her fingers brushing up and down his spine and making him want to purr. Every inch of her cuddled up against him, her breath fluttering across his chest, enticing him to sin. But he ignored his hard-on in favor of holding her close and staying in the moment.
“You were the singer?” she asked, and he laughed into the cushion of her hair against his face.
“No, not hardly.”
“What instrument did you play?”
It was a lifetime ago, a time in his life he didn’t want to relive, but he’d talk about anything with her if it meant she stayed in his arms. “Drums. I was a long-haired drummer in a semi-rock band. We sucked, but it was fun while it lasted.”
“Hmm, I always wanted to date a drummer. Great sense of rhythm.”
He coughed out a laugh. She’d be the death of him, if a man could die of too much sex. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Don’t you mean encourage-able?”
Riley outright laughed and reached around to tap her butt. “Stop playing with the English language, woman. My brain and my body are working hard enough as it is.”
She wiggled her hips against his, and Riley groaned.
“Sara, stop.” He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, enjoying her sigh. “I don’t want to push you any harder than we already did last night. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You didn’t hurt me,” she whispered, her flushed face coming into view, her eyes already in soft focus.
“So you enjoyed having us both inside you?”
Her eyelids dropped to half-mast and her lips parted. She was remembering the feeling of their cocks within her. The expression of her arousal caught his breath. So beautiful.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Riley pulled her a little closer to his body, even though she was already as close as two people could be without penetration. Still, he wanted her tight to him.
“Riley?”
He kissed the bridge of her nose then captured her mouth when she lifted to him. “Yes?”
“Make love to me.”
Her request was barely a whisper, softer than her skin, and he knew she was unsure of the situation. She wanted him but didn’t know if she needed to wait for Kale.
“Are you okay with being with just me, or do I need to call Kale?” He’d pitched his voice low, careful to let her choose her comfort level.
“Will he be all right with just us?”
“Yes. We want you to be with us individually and as a group, but if you’re not ready for that, I’ll wait.”
“I don’t want to wait, Riley.”
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Let me go get a condom.”
Sara pulled him tighter against her. “I—um, well, are you healthy?”
“Yes. Regular checkups and blood tests are clear. You?”
Sara sighed. “Yes. I haven’t been with anyone but Kale since, well, at least six months. And I’m on birth control.”
She was killing him. The idea of her swelling with a child, no matter which of them was the biological father, had him salivating. Riley wanted a family and knew Kale did, too. But now wasn’t the time to bring it up to Sara.
Instead, he rolled her onto her back and pushed her legs apart with his knee. Her hum of approval rushed over him, a wave of desire pulsing through his already-engorged shaft. He settled his body between her legs, his cock laying in the wet slit of her sex, its head twitching in the nest of curls above her entrance.
Riley laid his mouth on hers, tasting her lips with the tip
of his tongue and listening to her murmurs of pleasure. He dipped inside to explore and groaned at the feel of her tongue prodding at his. Riley’s hips began to move of their own accord, sliding back to find the right angle to enter her. When the head of his cock found her opening, he surged inside, filling her, feeling her tight sheath grip him.
Riley tore his mouth from hers and cried out with satisfaction. Sara burned around him, surrounding him with her heat. He cupped her head, his fingers burrowing into her silky hair. Her eyes met his, pleasure meeting pleasure, a connection being born. He was falling in love with this woman, and even though he’d just met her, they connected in a way he’d only imagined.
Sara’s hand crept up his chest, stroked across his collarbone, and moved onto his jaw. They stared at each other, their bodies joined completely. Soft fingers slid to the back of his head and tugged him forward. She lifted her head, reaching for his kiss.
Riley fell into the kiss and into love for the first time in his life. At this moment, with this woman, he knew he would spend his life loving her.
Chapter 12
Kale stretched out on the couch, the remote in his hand while he channel surfed. It was almost lunchtime, and he was trying to decide if he needed to wake Riley and Sara. He’d checked on them an hour ago, finding them wrapped up around each other. He smiled to himself and shook his head. It might not have happened yet, but Riley would fall in love with her. He wouldn’t be able to resist. Sara was a warmhearted woman with a sense of humor and a natural joy of life.
Hell, Kale had loved her for years, even when he thought she’d stomped on his heart. Having her here in their bed was perfect.
“Hey, any coffee left in the pot?” Riley asked, rubbing a hand over his face.
“I just made fresh. Sara still asleep?” he asked.
Riley smiled. The first true smile Kale had seen from his friend in months. “No, she’s in the shower.”
He made a beeline for the coffee, and Kale followed him.
“I was just thinking about lunch, but maybe a big breakfast would be a better idea, since you both slept in.”
Riley nodded. “Sorry. Didn’t plan on it, but—”
Kale laughed and slapped Riley on the back. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?”
“Hell, yeah. Words cannot describe that woman,” Riley said, lifting his cup for a sip of caffeine. “We should tie her to the bed and keep her forever.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Kale said with another laugh.
Riley’s expression turned serious. “I’m falling hard for her, Kale. I didn’t expect it but can’t seem to stop.”
Kale leaned against the counter and crossed his arms, watching Riley as he spoke. “Does that bother you?”
“It’s just a surprise. Kind of like entering a raffle for a cruise and winning the whole damn boat.”
Kale grinned. Life was looking good.
The doorbell rang and he left Riley in the kitchen, already pouring his second cup of coffee. Sara must have truly worn him out. He returned with a large white envelope addressed to Riley.
“Your office found you,” he said, dropping it on the kitchen table. Kale opened the refrigerator and began pulling out ingredients for breakfast while Riley opened his mail.
“Holy shit.”
“What is it?” Kale asked.
“Our girl is in trouble. This is from the United States Attorney’s office.” Riley stopped talking while he read through the documents, and Kale started the bacon, feeling like a good meal would make everything easier to handle. Thinking was easier when hunger wasn’t an issue, and after last night, they should all be starved.
By the time the bacon was done, Riley had read through the document twice, the second time with a highlighter, and he and Kale had talked through a few key points. Sara walked in just as they finished. Her hair fell around her shoulders in disarray, a big shirt falling almost to her knees. She stopped next to Kale and lifted her face for a kiss and a whispered “morning” then gave Riley the same greeting.
She was a little subdued, and it worried Kale. He poured her a cup of coffee and added creamer before setting it in front of her. Riley squeezed her hand and set aside the stack of papers while Kale served breakfast, thankful they were going to wait to discuss the legal problems. They already had plenty to discuss without that complication.
“How did you sleep, Sara?” Kale asked her.
She blushed but smiled. “Wonderfully, thanks to both of you.”
“We need to talk about a few things, just to be sure everyone is on the same page in our relationship,” Kale said, putting his hand on hers where it lay on the table.
“Okay,” she replied, the color in her face fading from his serious tone.
“Riley and I both want you to be comfortable about where you sleep and who you are with.”
“We don’t see a place for jealousy in our relationship,” Riley said.
Kale jumped in, “Except where other people are concerned.”
“What we’re trying to say is, we”—Riley gestured between Kale and himself—“won’t be jealous of each other, but we don’t want you to sleep with anyone else.”
Sara’s laugh surprised them. “Like I would have the time or energy to sleep with anyone else?” she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
“Good. Now that’s cleared up.” Riley turned to Kale. “Sara told me this morning that she’s got a clean bill of health and is on birth control, so we don’t have to use condoms unless you just want to.”
Kale grinned. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Sara brought out the best in both of them. “Great. But we probably need to continue using them when we take her together. A little extra lubrication during anal sex is always a good thing.”
“I agree,” Riley said.
Sara blushed, the pink stain on her skin covering her face and disappearing under the top she wore. She had on way too many clothes.
“And we’d prefer that you be naked when we’re in the house alone.” Kale raised both brows when her blush deepened.
“Which will be most of the time,” Riley added.
“Are you serious?” she asked them.
“You have a beautiful body, Sara. We like seeing it.”
Riley tugged her close and kissed her soundly. “No one else is in the house most days. The housekeeper comes every Wednesday, so you’ll know to be dressed then. And if Kale and I are at work, you can do whatever you want. But when we’re here, we want you bare.”
Before she could protest, Riley picked up the papers and set them in the middle of the table. “These came today, sent from my office in Austin. The United States Attorney has some interesting questions for you, sweetheart.”
“The U.S. Attorney?” she asked. “What do you mean?”
“Apparently, the people you worked for were not who they claimed to be. There are some serious issues with the products shipped from their warehouses in Dallas to overseas ports. In several cases, the shipments were then forwarded to locations accessible by terrorists.”
“Terrorists like to play video games?” she asked.
“The U.S. Attorney thinks the company, under the guise of a software company, was shipping classified technology to terrorist groups.”
“My former boss isn’t a terrorist. He’s an American,” she told Riley, her face getting whiter by the minute.
“Sara, calm down. Take a deep breath, honey,” Kale said, standing behind her chair and rubbing her shoulders. “They don’t suspect you in this plot. All they want to know is who was purchasing the product and where it was going.”
“I don’t remember any of the names. They were all unpronounceable. Too many consonants.”
Riley grimaced. “Foreign nationals. Anything you can think of will help the feds. Let’s read through the questions, and maybe something will spark a memory.”
He picked up the first page and read the questions one at a time. Sara made a few comments but couldn’t remember an
ything pertinent. After an hour, she gave up, sure she knew nothing helpful.
“Try not to think about it for a while. Sometimes memories will float up from our subconscious while we’re distracted,” Kale told her.
“Sure. As long as I don’t have to listen to any more three-part questions, I’ll be happy.”
Kale pulled her into a hug. “I know, sugar. Lawyers are naturally longwinded.”
Riley stopped organizing the paperwork and tugged until Sara was in his arms instead of Kale’s. “My turn. It’s not my fault you worked for criminals.”
Sara kissed him quickly. “Did I say thank you for all your work on my case?” she asked sweetly.
“Not yet, but I’m sure we can come to an arrangement on the fees involved.”
Chapter 13
The next morning, Sara awoke to find two red roses and a note on the pillow beside her. The men were out playing golf and would be back around lunchtime. She had the house to herself. She stretched the kinks out of a few muscles she didn’t know she had and decided to take a hot shower before exploring the house.
Refreshed and dressed—she refused to wander naked through an empty house—she fixed herself a little breakfast and checked out Riley’s office. The man had too many books, most of them legal tomes, but one wall of shelves was full of paperbacks. She pulled a few titles out and smiled. He liked science fiction.
A laptop sat on his desk, and she wondered if she could access her e-mail. She hadn’t been able to talk to Emma or Paige since the weekend. She wanted to tell them she was okay and she didn’t hate them anymore. She sat in Riley’s leather office chair and scooted close to the desk.
Her cell phone sat next to his laptop.
Much better than an e-mail. She tried Emma first.
“Sara, are you okay?” Emma didn’t even say hello, just launched into conversation. “Please say you don’t hate us. Kale had a convincing argument about how you two ended it three years ago.”
“I don’t hate you, Emma. Calm down. I’m fine, and Kale and I are together now.”
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