by Marie Carnay
And Alec…damn, she wished he were there. It would be perfect. The three of them tucked into a tiny shack beneath the Hollywood sign. Making dreams come true. She laughed into Brooks’s lips and he pulled back.
“What’s so funny?”
“This. It’s like we’re in a cheesy movie. I’m waiting for the director to yell cut any moment.”
Brooks grinned and hugged her to him as he stood up. Her feet hit the deck and he nodded his head at the door. “Then let’s go in and see if we can turn it x-rated.”
“I like the sound of that.” The voice caught Rachel off-guard and she spun around. Alec leaned against the wall, a sexy grin all over his face.
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough to know I came to the right afterparty.”
10
Brooks led them all into his house. It wasn’t much, but he didn’t need to show off like Alec. It had a bed—that’s all they’d need. He turned to Rachel. “So this my place.”
She glanced around and smiled. “It’s nice.”
“You mean ugly, old, and the size of a shoebox, right?” Alec walked into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of red wine and three glasses.
“No. It’s lovely. The long couch, the oversized windows. It all fits the house and the location. I like that it still has character.”
“Hmph.” Alec uncorked the wine and waved the bottle opener toward the hall. “You should check out his art, then.”
Rachel glanced at Brooks and he smiled. Alec might think his movie posters were campy and low class, but he knew better. They didn’t have to be famous to still be art. “You’re welcome to. They’re in the hallway.”
Rachel disappeared down the hall and in a moment, he heard her gasp. “Are these originals?”
“They are. I’ve been collecting for the past year. All 1950s productions.”
“Wow.”
Alec handed him two glasses of wine with an eye roll as a bonus. “I’ve got a multi-million dollar mansion and she goes gaga for your kitschy crap.”
Brooks chuckled and walked into the hall, holding out a glass of wine for Rachel. She took it and motioned at the poster in the middle—a full-size movie theater ad for Bus Stop. “I’ve seen the movie, but never this poster. The way the painter captured her vulnerability and sex appeal all at once—it’s beautiful.”
“It’s the British edition. The one released in the states was light and frothy. White background, silly pose.”
Rachel turned to him and her eyes lit up. “Yes! That’s the one I remember. This…” She snapped back to the poster. “Is something else entirely. She’s stunning.”
Brooks slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I’m not going to argue about the beauty of Marilyn Monroe, but I’ve always preferred brunettes.” He nosed her hair to the side and kissed her cheek as she leaned back. All he’d been through over the last year—stumbling into a fortune, swearing off the late nights and casual flings, opening the label—finding Rachel was the best part of it. Her body pressed against his chest and he trailed his lips down her neck.
She shivered and he reached out to take her wine. “How about I give you the rest of the tour? There’s only one room left.”
With a nod, she let him steer her down the hall and into his bedroom. He set the glasses on the dresser and turned around. “It doesn’t have Alec’s view, but—”
“I’m not interested in the scenery. Not tonight.” Rachel stepped up and leaned in, kissing him on tiptoes as Alec slipped into the room.
“Finally. I thought we’d never get the party started.”
Rachel laughed into Brooks’s lips as Alec shed his jacket. The man wasn’t wasting any time and that suited Brooks just fine. He shrugged out of his own jacket and tie and tossed them on a chair before taking Rachel by the hips. He spun her around to face Alec, and with a swift tug unzipped her dress.
Her back came into view with a black lace bra and matching thong. Damn. He loved the sexy lingerie she wore. It might have been a conservative dress, but underneath? All vixen. Slipping his hands beneath the fabric, he eased her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Alec grumbled his appreciation and stepped up to her wearing nothing but his suit pants and a wicked grin. “You just get more and more beautiful every time I see you.”
Brooks watched as Alec took her face in his hands and kissed her. She sighed into Alec’s lips and Brooks had to bite his cheek to keep from groaning. The way she swayed and rocked her body back and forth as Alec kissed her made his dick throb. Her full, round ass begged for him to come up behind her and take her right then. But they had all night. With a grin, he pulled his dress shirt over his head and fell to his knees. Running his hands over her hips and around the swell of her ass, he massaged her soft curves until she moaned out loud.
Lifting her feet one at a time, he slipped off her shoes. Her pink painted toes wiggled and he smiled. So sexy. He alternated kisses and licks up the backs of her thighs, flicking with his tongue and nibbling with his teeth. Rachel eased her legs wider apart and he took advantage, wedging himself between her body and Alec’s. His partner reached behind her and unclasped her bra and it fell on top of Brooks as her breasts swung free.
Mmm. He’d never get enough of the three of them together. It hit all his buttons. Revved all his cylinders. With a tug on Rachel’s hands, Brooks broke her kiss with Alec and pulled her down so he could suck and lick her breasts. Lapping and swirling his tongue around one nipple, he teased the other with his fingers. As he pinched and rubbed, she quivered and grabbed ahold of his head. Her breath turned fast and hot and Brooks worked her harder—a hard suck here, a gentle flick there—ramping up both his desire and hers.
As Alec came back to them, Rachel reached out and pulled him close. His shins pressed into Brooks’s back and he groaned as Rachel took Alec’s cock inside her mouth. Up and down she bobbed her head, coating his best friend’s shaft in her saliva as Brooks tasted and teased her nipples. Damn if she wasn’t everything they’d ever wanted. And she hadn’t run away. Hadn’t balked at the idea of two men. Instead, she’d accepted them like no one else.
He slid his hands down her sides and slipped his fingers under her thong. With a quick yank, he pulled it to the side, exposing her swollen pussy lips already soaked in her juices. What an invitation. Leaning in, he thrust his tongue into her slick heat, lapping at her clit until she moaned around Alec’s cock.
“Fuck, Brooks. Whatever you’re doing keep it up.” Alec grunted behind him and Brooks glanced up. Rachel had taken more of his parter’s cock than Brooks thought possible, and she wasn’t slowing down. Up and down, over and over she bobbed, using her hands to stroke his balls, rimming his swollen tip with her lips.
So damn sexy. If they were lucky, she’d come with him. With a grin, he spread her wider, using his fingers to part her swollen flesh before diving in with his tongue. He lapped and flicked and battered her plump clit until she tensed and a garbled cry rumbled from her throat.
Alec groaned out behind him as he jerked with his own release. Nice timing. Rachel swallowed it down, licking Alec’s tip as she pulled back and cried out again. At last her body sagged and Brooks wrapped her up in his arms. “Easy, honey, we’ve got you.”
She shook and quivered and moaned as Brooks slipped off her thong and maneuvered her to the bed. Flopping onto the mattress, she rolled onto her back and Brooks grinned. “Don’t tell me you’re worn out already.”
With a sigh, Rachel opened her eyes and met his stare. “Not a chance. Just enjoying the bed.”
“Good.” He discarded the rest of his clothes and walked over to his bedside table. He grabbed a few condoms and tossed them on the mattress. “Because I’m not close to done making you come.”
“You’re gonna have to get in line, my friend.” Alec walked up to the end of the bed and took Rachel by the ankle. “First it’s my turn.” He tugged and she slid down the mattress until
her ass almost hung off the edge. “Mmm. Fucking perfect.”
Brooks watched as Alec sunk to his knees and spread her wide. He leaned in and as he licked across her slit, she turned to Brooks. With a sharp intake of breath, she reached for him. “Come here. I want you.”
He smiled and walked over. “You’re incredible, Rachel.”
“No…mmm…you both are.” She licked her lips and grabbed him by the hand, tugging his body to the edge of the bed. As their eyes stayed locked on each other, she stroked his cock, fingers slipping up and down, over and around. “It’s my turn to show you how much you both turn me on.”
She took him in her mouth and the velvet heat of her lips had his eyes rolling back. Damn.
* * *
Oh, my. Rachel remembered the other night—the way they all fell into an insane rhythm of fucking and coming again and again. But tonight? It was different. Better. Brooks had opened up, let himself go. She could sense the shift—it wasn’t a one-night stand anymore—it was something real and tangible and more.
She never thought she’d want two men—who would? But with Alec and Brooks…they made her forget her insecurities, her fears. They made her soar.
Alec pushed on her thighs, spreading her open as he suckled her clit, and she groaned. Damn. It didn’t matter—fingers, tongue, cock—magic all of them. He licked up and down in slow, flat strokes and Rachel hummed around Brooks’s shaft.
She loved how she could make him come while Alec recovered. How one could be setting off explosions in her core while the other released deep in her throat. Mmm. She turned her upper body, angling to grab Brooks by the hips as she flattened her tongue and took him deeper.
He groaned his appreciation and reached for her, twisting his hands in her hair as she bobbed her head. He guided her, setting the pace as Alec flicked her clit. In moments, the men had found a rhythm, one pulling her head, the other licking her pussy. In sync and in control and flying her straight into orgasmic orbit.
She’d never get enough of the pair of them. Now she knew for sure. One at a time, the doubts could set in—did he really? Is he sure? Is this a game? But together, there wasn’t any doubt. They wanted her.
Brooks groaned and Alec slipped a finger inside her needy channel, hooking it as he stroked her g-spot. She cried out, waves of pleasure hitting so fast, they shocked her. Brooks tightened his grip on her hair and as she came, clenching around Alec’s finger and shaking the entire bed, Brooks released. His salty cum hit the back of her throat and she swallowed, taking all he could give as the last of her orgasm rolled through her.
“Fuck.” Brooks pulled back and sagged against the mattress, bending down to capture her lips still wet from his seed.
But she didn’t want to stop—not for a second. She pulled back and turned to Alec. “Please tell me you’re ready.”
“More than ever.” He donned a condom and crawled onto the mattress, pulling her with him. “I want you on top. Ride me, Rachel.”
Her eyes went wide, but she did as he asked, swinging her leg over his thighs to straddle him. From that angle, he had complete access to her breasts and Brooks…a dirty thought popped into her head and she blushed.
“Don’t tell me you’re nervous now.” Alec reached out and stroked her breasts, squeezing and plumping her soft skin as she glanced at Brooks. He stood at the edge of the bed, stroking his already hard cock and watching.
“I—I’m not nervous. I—oh, never mind.” She scooted up, taking Alec’s cock in her hand when Brooks’s hands on her back made her pause.
“Tell us, Rachel. Tell us what you want.”
She bit her lip and glanced at both men. “I thought…maybe we could…”
Brooks’s hand slipped down her body and swirled across her ass. She trembled as he inched lower and lower, dipping his hand into her slickness and stroking her swollen lips. With a moan, she bucked against him, soaking his hand until he pulled it back. With one finger, he circled her puckered hole and she moaned even louder.
“I think I know exactly what you want. But you need to say it. We need to hear it from you, Rachel.”
He circled again, pressing gently with every pass until his finger eased inside. She cried out and pressed down, taking him deep. She could deny it—let fear and shyness take over—or she could ask for what she wanted. “I want you both. At the same time.”
“Are you telling me you want me to fuck you here?” As he said it, he pumped his finger deeper and deeper inside.
“Yes.” It came out in a whisper and Rachel closed her eyes.
Brooks pulled back, slipping his finger out of her ass and she whined at the sudden loss.
Alec stroked her breasts and she turned back to him and opened her eyes.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded. “I am. I want you both. Right now.”
Alec smiled and grabbed her by the waist. “Then that’s exactly what you’ll get.” He pulled her toward him until his cock nudged against her entrance. “Fuck me, Rachel. Take me like you know you want to.”
She sunk down in an instant, impaling herself on his length, and Alec groaned. “Yes. Just like that.”
He pulled her down on top of him again and thrust, bucking up into her and sinking his cock as far as it could go. As he ran his hands up and down her back, Brooks slipped off the bed.
Up and down, side to side, she worked Alec, riding him like he’d asked her to and ramping up her own need. As she closed her eyes, Brooks crawled back onto the bed, kneeling behind her. His hand slipped between her ass cheeks and a slippery wetness made her gasp. Lube. She smiled and leaned over, kissing Alec as Brooks positioned himself.
He nudged against her tight little ring and she tensed until he slowed. “Relax, Rachel. I’ll go easy.”
She nodded against Alec’s lips and Brooks pushed with gentle pressure until her body opened up for him. His hands wrapped around her front, massaging her breasts as Alec rubbed her back.
“Mmm. Just like that. Yes, Rachel.”
He pushed deeper and—Oh my god. His head slipped inside and Rachel was overwhelmed. Their thick muscled bodies were everywhere—on top of her and underneath her. Covering her and filling her and rocking her whole world.
Brooks pulled back and thrust and all she could do was hold on. She grabbed Alec by the shoulders, digging her nails into his skin as she broke their kiss. “Harder, Brooks. Fuck me harder.”
He grunted his agreement, pulling back and picking up speed as he filled her up. Every roll of his hips sent him deeper, and every pull back brought her down on Alec’s length. She was riding a wave of cocks and sweat and sex and she’d never been more complete. Free.
If she could have these two men in her life and in her bed, she’d sign with Avenue. Change her sound, be someone else. It’d be worth it to have two men who accepted her for who she was and let her be who she wanted to be. She could pretend on stage and be real in the bedroom. As they stroked and massaged and fucked her, it hit her—she wasn’t just falling—she was head over heels. For both of them.
Alec groaned beneath her and shifted her body, angling his hips so every thrust slammed against her clit. She was so swollen and sensitive already, she cried out as the pleasure flooded her. From behind and below, it hit her in waves and her muscles clenched.
Brooks groaned behind her, mumbled words tumbling from his lips and into her shoulder. He shuddered and came and Alec came with him, thrusting hard as he pulled her body down on top of him. She shook and trembled and the world fuzzed into spiraling colors and wonder. She’d never get over that high.
At last, Alec and Brooks slipped away, and she collapsed onto the sheets. If she could feel like that every night…She tugged a pillow toward her and a blanket slipped up around her shoulders. She wasn’t going anywhere. Not tonight.
Brooks crept up next to her, naked warmth heating her back and Alec did the same on the other side. With their bodies tucked in around her, everything felt so right.
* * *
Brooks pulled out the carton of eggs and turned on the stove. Memories of the night before hit him and he smiled. Rachel was perfect. Sexy and brave and accepting. She didn’t run from who they were or what they wanted but embraced it all.
He just had to find a way to keep her. If the deal with Avenue worked out, she could sign a contract, have her dreams come true, and be theirs every night. He cracked the eggs into a bowl and whisked them together. He could imagine it all now—her turning into a major recording star, him and Alec flying to meet her after a concert.
If they were lucky, she’d end up with an international tour and they could show her the world. He turned on the stove and poured the eggs into the pan. As they heated up, he pulled out his phone. They didn’t have any critical meetings today. They could cancel everything and spend the day in bed. All weekend too.
He swiped it on and checked his email. Shit. The reporter had gotten back to him. He clicked on it and almost dropped the phone.
Brooks—
Sorry, man. I couldn’t stop it. Above my pay grade.
The jerk included a link. He swallowed down a wave of bile and clicked on it. A grainy photo of Rachel, Alec, and Rich Garrett all together. You’ve got to be kidding me. They aren’t in bed together. They’re at a restaurant. The headline read, Head of Falcon Does it Again. He scrolled down and with every sentence, his heart sank. They might not have a photo of them in bed together, but they made the claim. He scrubbed his face with his hand and almost growled. She’d never get a deal with Avenue now.
Just as he thought it couldn’t get any worse, the next photo changed his mind. Oh no. Nonono. They’d buried that story months ago. That asshole didn’t say one word about it. He ran his hand over his hair and tried to think when the smell of burnt eggs grabbed his attention. Damn it! He set his phone down and rushed to the pan, flipping the eggs over and wincing at the charred mess. He pulled the pan off the burner and turned on the exhaust fan.
