Nick and William exchanged glances. Neither mustered a rebuttal.
“I’m sorry if I hurt either of you; that certainly wasn’t my intention. I guess I’ve been wearing blinders the last few months—assuming that because you’re men you wouldn’t mind not having a committed relationship.”
“There you go again, telling us how we’re feeling, what we’re thinking,” Nick barked. “But you know what, Emily? I don’t believe you. It’s all bullshit. Everything you do is about you—about your needs, your desires, your best interests. You’re still trying to play us!”
Startled, she turned to see William’s reaction. He nodded. Nick moved forward, grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. He peered into her face until only a breath separated them. “You sit here all smug and sure of yourself while thinking you have everything all figured out. Meanwhile, me and William here are the in the dark. So let’s put our cards on the table, shall we? What do you want, Emily?”
He knew he might not like her answer, but whatever she said would have to be better than not knowing. When he and Drake had decided to ambush her, he’d intended to keep his cool, but Emily’s refusal to open up was even icier. She’d put on her courtroom poker face, and he didn’t know if he had what it took to tear away the mask. He gazed into her eyes searching for a clue, anything that would tell him what she was feeling. She eyed him back, nostrils flaring, teeth chattering.
Finally she struck out, slapping his chest with open palms. “You want to know what I want, Nick? Fine. I want both of you. I don’t want to have to choose. You’re my best friends and I don’t want that to change. I want everything. I’m a bad girl. I’m a greedy nympho and I want it all!”
Nick’s vision doubled, whether from Emily’s answer or the whiskey, he didn’t know. As he digested her outburst, he glanced over at William and noticed the other man unbuttoning his shirt and removing his cufflinks. “What are you doing, man?”
William stood, moving to stand between Nick and Emily. “Em says she wants everything, Nick. I think we should give the lady what she wants.”
*
Emily backtracked so rapidly she bumped into the table. This wasn’t happening… Right? Since when did fantasies of this sort come true, especially when you go so far out of your way to make sure they didn’t? And William being the initiator completely threw her for a loop. Had she been dating a closet freak the whole time? “This is a joke, right?”
“If so, the joke is on you because I’m serious.” William’s deadpan answer shocked her even more. “You have a lot to learn about me, Emily. You’ve been so busy trying to hide who you really are that you haven’t learned much about me at all.”
“Oh, yeah? Like what?”
“I like to watch, and I’m not talking video. It turns me on, gets me going in a way I don’t really understand.”
She studied him, thinking she could get used to this side of William very quickly. If he had made suggestions like this before, she might not have been so hesitant about the relationship. Rrrrr. Turning her attention to Nick, she almost laughed at his expression. All the blood had drained from his face and he looked like he didn’t know whether to join the conversation or run from the room. “What about you, blondie?” she teased. “You like to watch too?”
“I think you know the answer to that,” he said. “Mama always said that it’s better to give than receive, and unless your memory has failed you, you know I’m big on giving.”
The biggest.
Both men moved forward at the same time, synced by a sensual telepathy that took her breath away. Nick grabbed her collar, pulling her to him. “Any objections to the compromise we’re suggesting, counselor?”
Before she could respond, William was behind her, caressing her ass and unbuttoning her skirt. It slid to her feet and he bent down, steadying her as she lifted first one leg, then the other to free herself. Nick kicked the skirt behind a chair, bending to sweep his lips over her neck. William’s hands were magic, and as his caresses became more insistent, she moaned with pleasure. “No objections, Your Honor!”
Emily closed her eyes, concentrating on the pleasurable sensations, swept away into a fantasy that was finally coming true. Breathless, she leaned on Nick’s hard, tight body to steady herself as William’s nimble fingers tugged at her panties. “You’re so wet,” he whispered, slowly working the minuscule piece of lace down her legs.
“Mmmm.” Nick pressed his hand to her mons. “Let me see. Oh, yeah. You’re positively soaked.”
She vibrated all over, goose bumps rose on her flesh and her nipples hardened. Emily scolded herself inwardly. If she’d known being a bad girl—or “badder” girl, as it were—would be so much fun, she might have suggested this months ago. It never occurred to her that either of her part-time lovers would be up for something like this, much less as a sexy tag team. William backed off and returned to his chair, a big grin plastered to his face.
“Why’d you stop?” she whined. Nick was too busy unbuttoning her blouse to notice his teammate’s desertion. “Get your ass back over here, scaredy cat.”
He shook his head, leaning back for good measure. “I’m too busy watching your ass. Besides, I want to see what my competition’s working with.” He unselfconsciously rubbed the front of his pants, giving his growing erection the attention it demanded.
“Don’t worry, man. I’ll show you how it’s done.” Nick, always up for a challenge, lifted Emily into his arms as gallantly as a groom about to carry his new bride over the threshold. She squealed and wiggled in his arms, a scene she and Nick had performed a time … or ten. Moving to the rumpled queen-size bed—damn, she’d forgotten to put out the “room service” sign—he dropped her like a ton of bricks.
“Watch it!”
“No, you watch this.” Nick pulled down his zipper.
Emily swallowed hard, her body betraying her lust beneath the gazes of the rapidly undressing men. She liked having William watch them, and for some reason, it didn’t feel intrusive. She’d never seen him look so sexy either. He leaned back, legs spread, his hand placed firmly on his erection. Watching. Waiting. “Well?” She pouted and climbed to her knees. She swayed before Nick, undulating like a cobra. “Too late to change your mind now, babe. Give it to me. And make it good, darlin’. Tonight, we have an audience.”
Nick’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, you’re gonna get it good, all right.” With one deft hand, he snatched the back of her head, guiding her to him. His other hand was busy stuffing her mouth with his thick, hard cock.
She gagged a little, trying to suck it down, but it was too large to swallow in one go. She gasped as he cupped her breast, working the rigid nipple between his long fingers, and a wave of pleasure cascaded through her. Aroused beyond anything she’d ever experienced, she reveled in the warm cream dripping down her thighs. Hopefully, William would get his kicks soon, and come over to finish her off.
Working slowly, she pulled Nick’s cock out of her mouth and spat on the tip, mixing it with the stream of slick pre-come dribbling from the head. Literally salivating, her mouth worked overtime to bathe Nick’s cock and balls. He grunted something unintelligible, rocking back and forth in a dream-like state, his eyes half-lidded, full lips parted.
“May I join the fun?” William finally asked, sounding sheepish. His long, thin penis stood ramrod straight, looking for any orifice it could find. He bent down and straddled her, fingering her from behind. “Shit, you’re ready to go, aren’t you?”
She nodded and kept sucking. Swiveling the bony ass they’d agreed didn’t exist, Emily clapped her buttocks together, a move she’d seen performed in many sleazy strip clubs. A fan favorite, every man who witnessed this colossal feat always seemed to throw more cash at the demure flower who’d executed the move to perfection. Of course, the butt clap worked a whole lot better when the performer was standing—and had a butt to …clap. Will chuckled, delivering a stinging slap to her little moneymaker.
“Ugh.” She groaned, nearly
choking on Nick, whose thrusts had deepened until he fucked her mouth like it was a pussy. Damn. As much as she adored Nick, she’d admit the mechanics of being with a man so well hung could often be perilous. No matter where he stuck his cock, there was potential danger for the receiver, especially if they weren’t fully aroused or well-lubed. She’d left her lube at home, never imagining she’d have cause to use it. Now, even as she seemed to cream buckets just from the sight and smell of her two suitors, she knew there was a possibility that walking the next day would be difficult.
Not that she was complaining. Hell no. In her varied experience, dangerous cock was usually the best. Emily shut her eyes knowing the moment had come. Pushing her head forward, she ignored her gag reflex, swallowing Nick’s cock to the balls.
“Oh. Oh, God. Oh, shit!”
“Oh, Emily,” he moaned, as his juices trickled down her throat. “Fuck, that was good.” He withdrew his semi-hard penis from her wet mouth, and leaned on an elbow while he struggled to catch his breath.
Suddenly William’s penis touched her ass, its heat creating an electric pulse in her tight belly. She collapsed, turning her face on its side, spreading her thighs as wide as she could. He thrust inside her pussy, sending a shockwave of pleasure spiraling through her, and she surrendered to the inevitable as they fused together, becoming one.
“Lie still,” William whispered, forcing her to experience every inch. “Now use those tight muscles of yours like I taught you, Emily. You know the first orgasm is never free.”
Yes! She loved this game! Lying on her stomach, she contracted her vaginal muscles around him, gripping and releasing his cock. William, already an old pro at this, flexed up and down, faster, then slower. Together they established a rhythm, matching the cadence of their heartbeats.
“Oh, God!” she screamed. It hurt so good that Emily yelped in pain, but spread her thighs as far as they would go to accept more him. Coming like this was always better after he hit her G-spot. “More,” she begged. “Fuck me, William. I want to feel you moving inside me.”
William obliged, and a moment later a very aroused—but strangely silent—Nick gagged her again. She sucked hungrily, lovingly, her ecstasy at full blast as the two men she cared about most came together to give her the night of her life.
More orgasms followed, along with sticky sheets, bruised bodies and freewheeling debauchery.
And as Emily finally drifted to sleep between them a few hours later, she had just one regret. William and Nick hadn’t touched each other at all.
Chapter Three
Emily awoke at five the next morning and checked both sides of the bed to make sure she hadn’t conjured the previous night in a fevered dream. Sure enough, Nick slept at her right side, snoring softly, a muscular arm curled around her waist. To her left was William, the sound of his deep breathing oddly comforting.
Though the hotel curtains were drawn, the sun’s rays still managed to filter in under the heavy material. She wanted to stretch out, take over the bed as was her custom, but fear of waking her companions kept her still. Besides, waking the others would mean talking, and she wasn’t quite ready for a post-coitus, pre-breakfast conversation. How would she begin? Thanks for tag-teaming me last night, guys. You were great.
Why not? She almost giggled at the thought. Showing gratitude was the least of her concerns this morning. She’d been thankful all night and into the early hours, and her sore and bruised body was proof enough. Separately, each man was a wonderful lover, but together they were explosive. Or was she the one prone to explosions? She’d begged off after her sixth orgasm wrung her dry, threatening to run naked through the hotel if they didn’t leave her the hell alone. Please and thank you very much, because I think your kindness is killing me!
Nick and William worked well together—almost too well. If they would put their differing styles to work at the office, they could get a lot done. She’d kept waiting for one of them to get competitive and lose sight of the goal, but luckily for her, each man had his eye on the prize. Get ’er done.
Yet the longer she was awake, a dull ache spread in her belly, and she knew that could only mean trouble. Seriously, where did they go from here? Would she continue as she had been, dating them separately? Should she stop seeing them both? Or was last night a sign of hotter things to come?
Inside his own hotel room hours later, Nick stood before the bathroom mirror clad only in a towel. Since finishing his shower, all he could seem to do was stare at himself, scanning his face for any clues or tells. He felt changed by what happened last night, but he couldn’t quite figure out how. All he knew was that the threesome was more than unforgettable. It was life-changing.
Finally leaving the bathroom, he cranked up the coffee pot and waited for the coffee to perk. Embarrassment washed over him when he recalled how quickly he’d crawled out of Emily’s bed, grabbed his clothes and run for cover. Had he even bothered to say “good morning” before taking off like some criminal?
Shame. That was the feeling eating away at Nick, and for the life of him, he could not understand why. They’d had a good time—maybe a whole lot better than good. He’d been able to please his girl and get an eagle-eye view of what pleased her in the process. What could be wrong with that?
Maybe I didn’t mind Drake being there. Maybe I actually liked having him there. Nick Scott had never had occasion to question his sexuality, and he wasn’t about to start now. But he did question why he’d been so comfortable with the other man, watching him make love to his woman, sharing her, pleasing her in tandem. At the time, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. And that bothered Nick more than anything else.
William prided himself on being a rational man, open to discussion about anything and everything. He slathered cream cheese on a bagel, and calmly pondered the night he’d spent with Emily and Nick.
He was guilt-free, elated, and more than a little satisfied with the recent turn in events. Why sharing Emily with another man made him feel closer to her was a question he couldn’t answer, and he didn’t much care. For the first time in their relationship, he saw her open up and truly enjoy herself. She’d never been so sexy or beautiful.
Nick’s reticence hadn’t been unexpected; after all, a man’s man like him probably thought their close proximity might “gay” him up. And so what if it did? William had no such qualms about exploring his sexuality, what pleased him and what got him off. Nick, while a bit of an asshole, was certainly a gorgeous physical specimen, and William had no problem admitting that seeing Mr. Blond Beefcake All American in action sent him into overdrive. Nope. Not sorry, not embarrassed, not going to blame what happened on the booze.
As he finished breakfast, William considered his options, searching for the best way to engineer another round. It wouldn’t be easy. Emily and Nick were two of the most stubborn people he’d ever met, and he predicted rejection if he came off as too needy. He’d have to let them think it was their idea to continue their mutually beneficial merger.
Chapter Four
Nick moved down the corridor heading toward his apartment, his hand jangling his keys. He hadn’t left the office until nine, and the only thing he wanted to do was grab a quick sandwich and crawl into bed. He stopped short, eyes widening as he noticed the man standing in front of his door. “Drake? What the hell are you doing here?”
“We need to talk,” he said quietly.
“Talk? About what, exactly? Man, I’m beat, and I know you are too. Aren’t you doing all the leg work for the Chalmers case this month?” William smiled and shrugged.
Eying him warily, Nick waited until William stepped aside so that he could unlock the door. “Seriously, if you think—”
“Aren’t you always the one on Emily’s case about telling people what they think? Don’t make assumptions, Nick. I’m here to talk to you so you’ll be under no misapprehensions.”
“Oh, boy, this oughta be good,” Nick said with a bravado he didn’t feel. “Come inside, but m
ake it quick, okay?”
“Sure thing.”
He led William into the living room, tossing his briefcase on the taupe sectional. William couldn’t conceal his curiosity as he took in the muted décor, fine art and shiny wood floors. “What were you expecting, man? Bear skin rugs, nude centerfolds and leather?”
William grinned. “Yeah. That’s exactly what I expected.”
“Yeah, well, people can’t be so easily put into boxes.”
“I know that better than anyone.” William gestured at the sofa. “May I sit?”
“I guess so,” Nick grumbled. “But I don’t understand why this couldn’t be done at the office. Or over the phone.” He shifted uncomfortably, wishing he could loosen his tie, remove his shirt and kick off his shoes. But what if Drake took that the wrong way? No. Safer to remain fully dressed…
“I’ll get right to the point. I don’t care that you’re avoiding me, Nick; up until last week, we had little to say to each other. But your refusal to talk to Emily is hurting her.”
“What are you talking about? Emily and I talk everyday—”
“About business. At least that’s what’s happened whenever you bumped into her at the water cooler or in the cafeteria.” William paused, gazing down at his neatly trimmed fingernails before continuing. “She wonders if last week was a mistake, and thinks she might have lost you.”
“Oh, hell.” Nick sat in the armchair, leaned back and shut his eyes. “Drake … don’t you think this situation is kind of strange? I mean, here you sit doing Emily’s bidding, asking me to—to what, exactly?”
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