Hunks, Hammers, and Happily Ever Afters

by Cari Quinn

I rushed the flights down to the street and yanked open Emerson’s door, sliding inside with a gusty sigh. “God, next time, you gotta go up there and appease the old man, would you?”

  He barely spared me a glance. “I talked to him last week.”

  “Talking isn’t seeing, and you know how he gets if he doesn’t get to shoot the shit with you on a regular basis. Especially all his fight talk.” I snapped my belt into place and pretended not to be bothered by his lack of a hello any warmer than usual.

  So what if I’d let him come in my mouth last weekend? No big.

  He hadn’t hugged or kissed me during the past week either, but that had been different. We’d been out in public, either at the gym or in a restaurant. With all of our crazy schedules, it was harder to coordinate getting together during the week. I guess I got why he wouldn’t lean across the seat and slip his tongue into my mouth when my dad was just upstairs and happened to own a high-powered telescope, but why did it feel like he’d be no different when we walked into JC’s front door?

  I wouldn’t let him retreat from me, from us. From this. I just wouldn’t. Not after what we’d experienced last weekend. I wasn’t ready to let it go.

  “How are you?” I asked as he signaled away from the curb.

  “Okay.” He cleared his throat. “Fine. You?”

  “Good. Carly and Jenna from the gym just stopped by. Jenna called you a hottie.” I didn’t add that her remark had made me a little uneasy, because he was a hottie and he wasn’t mine, the previous weekend’s activities notwithstanding.

  He smiled faintly and didn’t reply.

  “How’s training going? You have another fight on Friday?”

  “Mmm-hmm. It’s going well. I should beat Levy, no problem.”

  “That’s great. Dad will want to hear about—”

  “Will you lay off about your dad? I got it. He wants to see me, and you want me to pretend everything’s the way it used to be.” His hands tightened on the wheel. “Sorry, but I guess I’m just not as talented a liar as you seem to be.”

  The retort stung, especially since he was the king of shutting down his emotions and diverting uncomfortable topics. He’d been doing it for years, since long before we’d gotten naked together.

  Screw approaching this delicately. I was about to raze shit.

  “So what’s on tap tonight?” Praying for courage, I tossed my hair back over my shoulders and stared straight out the windshield. “You going to actually fuck me?”

  “Jesus, Lil.” His hand tightened around the wheel until I wondered how it didn’t snap under the pressure.

  “Well?”

  “You honestly expect me to answer that?”

  “I expect you not to sit there while JC and I get busy and only join us because you’re guilted into it, or because it’s more uncomfortable for you not to—”

  His harsh laughter made me fall silent. “You’re kidding, right? You think I was guilted into last weekend?”

  I gripped the handle above my seat as he took a corner too fast and the tires squealed. “I don’t know, were you? It’s hard to say what you were, since it seems like you’re in complete denial about everything that took place. If your damn dick didn’t get hard, I wouldn’t know if you were even into—”

  “Enough, Lily, fucking enough.” The tires squealed again and horns blared behind us as he jerked the car into a space a couple of blocks from JC’s place.

  Before I could ask why he’d parked so far away, he undid his belt and reached across the space to do the same with me. Then his mouth crushed onto mine, stealing my questions and complaints and my breath.

  Erasing everything but his minty taste as his tongue curled around mine and his large hands came up to frame my face.

  We stayed like that for long minutes, our mouths slanting together hungrily, our unsteady breaths fogging up the windows. Though he kept his hands above my neck, I wasn’t so polite. I tugged at his T-shirt, pulling it up so I could feather my fingers over his taut abs and down to the button of his jeans. A quick brush of my knuckles told me he was already hard and straining. I started to reach for his zipper, wanting to touch more than denim, but he broke off with a groan and stilled my hand.

  “Hang on, sweetheart. Not here.” The thumb of his other hand swept over my damp lower lip. “You asked me if I was going to fuck you.”

  I shuddered. I simply couldn’t help it. “Yes.”

  “No.”

  My heart clenched and a sound escaped me that sounded dangerously like grief.

  He cupped my cheek. “Our first time, I’m going to make love to you. I can’t do anything else, Lil.” He dropped his forehead to mine and I shuddered again, this time in relief and joy.

  I wasn’t sure what he meant by using those words. Sure, we’d been close for so long, but this was a new level.

  I just didn’t know if that new level meant he loved me differently now too. Deeper. Not just as the girl he’d been assigned by my father to watch over all those years ago. Not a girl that he was somehow—thank you, Jesus—attracted to. But...more.

  The silence pressed in on me, making my heart race. I had to speak before I simply exploded. “Okay.”

  Yeah, that was worth breaking the silence barrier for. Cripes.

  At my voice, his eyes flickered open and met mine, dark and intent. “But after that...”

  “After that...” I echoed.

  “After that, hell yes, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to make you take my cock like you took his. Make you beg for it until we’re both shaking and raw.”

  Then with one last light kiss on my lips, he climbed out of the car and shut the door.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  JC

  My girl showed up with puffy lips and bright eyes, and I knew we wouldn’t be taking as long to get the party started this weekend as we had last.

  “Hey babe.” I gave her a quick kiss, tasting the mint and cherry lip gloss that clung to her mouth, and tugged her inside.

  I held out my other hand to Emerson for a fist bump.

  “Hope you guys are hungry.” I closed the door and gestured into the living room. I’d made some progress over the past week. Not as much as I would’ve liked, but at least the flat screen had been mounted and I’d added a couple of club chairs. My built-ins would still be a bit longer. “I ordered pizza and—”

  “No more beer,” Emerson interjected.

  I laughed. Mr. Boy Scout always had to weigh in. It was funny how he didn’t irritate me as much now that I’d seen his oral skills and that beautiful dick I hoped to get in my mouth—and other parts of me—soon. “Nope, no beer. I was going to say wings. Spicy, of course.” I smacked Lily’s ass as I passed and she laughed flirtatiously.

  Things were off to a good start.

  Emerson and Lily took one of the couches and I sprawled on the floor beside the coffee table where I’d put out some of our food. I grabbed the remote and aimed it at the TV, cycling through the menu. “So what would you two like to watch?”

  “Do you have any movie channels?” Lily asked.

  “Sure. I have—huh, look at that.” I stopped and cocked my head. “Guess I have a porn channel too.”

  “Smooth, man. Real smooth.”

  I glanced back at Emerson, all innocence. “I’m hurt you think I’d set this up by design.”

  I actually hadn’t. Granted, I’d been the one to pick this particular cable package, so I knew what options there were, but I hadn’t intentionally chosen an X-rated channel right off the bat. I’d figured we’d watch something wholesome or some shit. Rom com or maybe action adventure. My mind didn’t permanently reside in the gutter. Just most of the time.

  But now that serendipity had led me to some kind of dirty movie, I sure as hell wasn’t going to move on. We could always reheat the pizza.

  My surprise was complete enough that it took me a second to realize the action onscreen was a threesome. Not two guys and a girl, but the reverse. And the blond girl was already hav
ing the time of her life eating out the brunette while the guy jerked his dick in long, slow pulls.

  “Seriously, you’re not going to change this?” Emerson shook his head. “Finesse, dude. Learn it.”

  “It’s up to Lily, since I damn sure know you and I don’t have a problem watching this. No matter how you squeal like a little girl.”

  “Not squealing,” he muttered, pushing aside his plate. I don’t think he’d taken a bite yet. “Just saying you’re being a little obvious.”

  “As were Lily’s swollen lips when she walked through the door, but I didn’t ask what part of you she’d been kissing, now did I?”

  Lily flushed and my cock leaped. Dinner was looking less and less appetizing by the moment.

  “You’re a crass bastard, you know that?”

  “Tell me something I don’t know.” I turned off the TV and picked up a slice of pizza. “Fine, we’ll skip the movie. Just sit here and—”

  “I want to watch it.” I glanced back at Lily, afraid to hope I’d actually heard her say that. She nodded, eyes big. “I want to...broaden my horizons.”

  Emerson said nothing. Evidently, he’d given up trying to rein in his pure little Lily.

  “Okay then.” I stood and tossed her the remote, then picked up the pizza and wings boxes. “Not thinking we’ll be needing these for a while. They’ll be in the kitchen once we’ve worked up an appetite.”

  Emerson rolled his eyes, but I didn’t miss the tug in his lips. Holy shit, was our favorite vault unlocking a bit?

  The prospect of deliciously dirty sex could do that to the best of ’em.

  When I returned, the movie was going in full auditory glory. Lily was, in fact, broadening her horizons as requested, but not by watching the porno. She and Emerson were already otherwise engaged. Her hands were in his hair and his hovered just beneath her breasts. And damn, they were kissing like they were in a war to consume each other.

  Obviously whatever they’d started on the ride over needed finishing—soon.

  I was content to watch for a few minutes, dividing my attention between the hot movie and the hotter action on my couch. When the heat got to be too much, I tugged my shirt over my head and kicked off my boots, jeans and boxers and sat on the other couch, unabashedly stroking my dick. I wasn’t the type not to participate. Didn’t mean I would go and insert myself in a situation made for two, but—

  Okay, maybe I would.

  I rose and walked to the other sofa. Which to undress first? There was an obvious choice, but I’d never been predictable.

  I’d untied Emerson’s sneaker and was in the process of pulling it off when he broke away from Lily, panting. I expected him to ask what the hell I was doing as I moved to the other shoe and did the same thing. He didn’t. He didn’t even react when I reached up to undo his jeans, though Lily sure did. She gasped, and a quick glance at her hungry eyes and parted lips told me she wasn’t displeased by what she thought might be happening. It wasn’t, not yet and not like this.

  That didn’t mean I wouldn’t tease her—and him—a bit.

  “Did our Lily ever mention to you she watched guy-on-guy porn once?” I kept my voice easy as I tugged the zipper down over Emerson’s straining cock. He filled out his jeans in a way I’d never forget, that was for damn certain.

  Emerson’s gaze cut to hers and she dipped her head, letting her long fall of light brown hair hide her face. He brushed it back behind her ear. “That true?”

  “Yeah.” She bit her lip.

  “Tell him the rest. Tell him how it made you feel.”

  Her chest heaved and she shut her eyes. “I liked it.”

  “She told me because she knows I’ve been with guys before.” Now Emerson’s gaze shot to me and held. “I think she was trying to shock me. It didn’t work. I loved the idea of pretty little Lily getting herself off to two guys fucking. Their hands roaming, their dicks rubbing—”

  “Enough.”

  My lips curved. “Too much for you, Em?” Deliberately, I pulled at his jeans and boxers, challenging him to resist me. I wouldn’t mind some roughness, since I had a good feeling that was his deal too.

  He just lifted his hips and let me drag them down, revealing his stiff, swollen dick. My mouth grew dry and I flicked a glance at Lily as I worked the material down his legs. “Looks like he needs a good suck, doesn’t he?”

  She stared at me steadily, silently asking questions I wasn’t quite prepared to answer. Then she bent forward to take him between her lips.

  This time, there wasn’t more than a moment or two of awkwardness. She wasn’t practiced, but she made up for skill with enthusiasm. Emerson’s head dropped back on a long groan and he grasped a handful of her hair, his tugs so gentle that I knew he was holding back. Protecting her to the last.

  I leaned closer and slid my mouth up her neck, getting very close to where she was eagerly going down on him. She stilled, and Emerson’s breathing grew shallow. “Tell me, babe. Do you like having your hair pulled? Really pulled, so it feels good in your pussy?”

  Slowly, she travelled back up his length, drawing on the tip while she slanted me a glance. That look meant she didn’t know what it was like.

  “Pull her hair,” I told him. “Like you fucking mean it.”

  Again, I expected him to balk. Instead, he tightened his fist in her hair and pulled.

  The sound she made bordered on pain and had him releasing her with a curse. But I was watching her face and knew she wasn’t hurting.

  “Again,” I said, low.

  He did as I asked, and she whimpered, pressing her head down to take more of his cock. She shifted beside him on the sofa, pressing her thighs together so tightly that I couldn’t wait any longer.

  “Open up for me.”

  Her knees fell open, and she kept right on blowing him. She was a damn fast learner, I’d give her that.

  I made quick work of her clothes beneath the waist, then nudged her legs apart. Her position was a little awkward, and she’d twisted the top half of her body to service him, but I made sure she wasn’t focused on that as I parted her slippery folds.

  Bypassing her clit entirely, I slid a finger deep into her pussy, absorbing her muffled cry around Emerson’s dick. He groaned too and pulled again, and she pulsed around me as if she was already on the verge of an orgasm. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? When he’s rough with your hair, it hits you right here.” I closed my lips around her clit and flexed my finger, sliding it wetly in and out.

  Adding another finger only made her squirm more. She worked Emerson’s dick like a pro, and he pulled her hair every time she started to let up on the pressure. If the throb against my lips was anything to go by, I was pretty sure she was doing that intentionally to goad him on.

  “You’re going to come all over my face.” I bit her thigh and she jolted, teeth flashing along the side of Emerson’s painfully erect cock.

  She whimpered and I went to work, pressing my palms on her soft thighs to hold them apart. I licked my way between the two fingers widening inside her, and she arched, losing her hold on Emerson and sitting up to gasp for air. Within seconds, she convulsed around me.

  But I didn’t stop.

  I grabbed her leg and brought it up over Emerson’s lap, smiling a little evilly at his grunt. The side of her leg was pressing his cock into his stomach. “Want you to feel her knee jerk as she comes,” I murmured. “Sexiest fucking thing.”

  Without me telling him to, he gripped her thigh to hold her all the way open for me. “Twice is all you get.” He licked his lips, eyeing the rosy cleft I’d just had my mouth on. “Then she’s mine.”

  Eyes huge, she tried to inch her butt into the corner of the sofa. Like I was going to let her escape. Fuck no.

  I grabbed her other leg to keep her still. “You’re going to need to scream,” I warned her. “Get ready.”

  “Um, I’m still pretty sensitive and—”

  I lowered my head and lashed at her clit, using just the ti
p of my tongue. She tried to wriggle away again, making that whimpering noise I loved, then she started bucking into my movements. Another finger joined the two I’d slid back inside her and she uttered a quick protest that soon turned into a loud moan.

  I ate at her until she was dripping and I couldn’t catch my breath. When I looked up again, Emerson had smoothed her sweater up her belly and was tonguing her nipples over the cups of her bra, causing the tight pink points to stand out in sharp relief.

  An image of his thick dick sliding between her breasts made me groan and I dipped my head to finish her off. At this rate, I’d be coming close to finishing myself off too.

  She bounced against my face as I backed off and ramped up my efforts again, repeating the pattern several times. My chin was soaked from her and her thighs were shaking, heralding her release. I made eye contact with Emerson as he worked her nipple and he drew her leg more tightly against his bobbing cock.

  One more lick and she shattered, her spine arching on a scream.

  I nursed her through it as long as I could then I jerked back and freed my cock, jacking it as fast as my hand would go. The pressure wasn’t enough. I needed wetness. I needed that little pink tongue currently slicking over her lips on my hot flesh.

  Emerson dragged her onto his lap, pulling her down for a deep, hungry kiss. She fumbled with her sweater, yanking it over her head and sending it flying. Then she fell on him again, biting at his lips, her hands racing over his chest as she shoved up his shirt.

  From behind her, I undid her bra, letting it fall forward while I cupped her swollen tits. She moaned into his mouth and I teased her nipples, loving the way they pressed so insistently into my palms. She was so incredibly responsive.

  So perfect for both of us. Maybe even Emerson was starting to figure that out now.

  I searched around on the floor for my wallet, snatching it and a condom. I opened it with my teeth and tossed it at Emerson, who managed to catch it without breaking his kiss with Lily. I rose up on my knees, sculpting her breasts again, tugging her back against me just long enough that I could speak into her ear.

  “You’re going to fuck him now. Get him off, since he’s been waiting patiently for so long.”