Girl Most Likely To

by Barbara Elsborg

  They nodded.

  Adam took a deep breath. “There’s no decision to be made here, angel. No point from now when you can’t tell us no. No line we’ll cross without your consent. That goes for us too.” He glanced at Tomas. “I don’t want your fist up my ass.”

  Wren drew in a ragged breath.

  “And I won’t be forced to eat peanut butter,” Adam said, “and I sure as hell won’t listen to Michael Bublé.”

  She released a choked laugh and Tomas no longer wanted to say anything about this not lasting, particularly when it hadn’t even started. Who the fuck knew what was round the corner? Maybe tomorrow he’d get knocked down by a bus. Maybe Marco would discover he was a cop and order Veton to strip the skin from his body inch by inch.

  “We aren’t going to push you,” Adam said to her.

  Wren put down her purse and folder and dropped her coat on top. “I need a bit of a push,” she said quietly. “I do want this, want both of you, but I prefer not to be in charge. Not this time. Er…probably.”

  He and Adam chuckled.

  Tomas held out his hand. “Come.”

  Wren put her fingers in his. He tugged her down the hallway, into the lounge and flicked on the wall lights.

  “This is huge,” Wren said. “I’d love a place like this. Look at that wooden floor. And what is it about guys and enormous TVs? They’ll be covering whole walls soon. Wow, you have a view over the water?”

  Tomas exchanged a smile with Adam. “Come see.”

  He unclipped the locking mechanism on the sliding doors and stepped onto the balcony. She stared down at the black river swirling below and shivered. “Wouldn’t want to fall in that.”

  Tomas dropped his chin to her head and inhaled. Coconut shampoo.

  “Would you dive in and save me?” she asked.

  “Not dive. Break neck. I jump.”

  He tugged her back inside and secured the door again.

  “Why bother locking it?” Adam asked. “Expecting a visit from Spider-Man?”

  He shrugged. “Habit.” A tug on the cord drew the blinds and cut off the view to the city, and the city’s view of them.

  “Drink?” Adam asked. “Do you still have that bottle of wine I brought?”

  “In cupboard.”

  Wren wandered round the room and stopped at the bookshelf. “Ooh, you have a collection of Michael Bublé CDs.”

  Tomas gaped and then growled as Adam sniggered. “I do not have him.”

  “I like him,” she said.

  “All women like him. That why men don’t.”

  Adam carried over three glasses of wine. They chinked them together.

  “To us.” They spoke at exactly the same time and grinned.

  Wren sat in the middle of the couch and they dropped down on either side of her. Tomas slid his arm along the back so it rested against Wren’s neck while he played with Adam’s hair.

  “Still got sugar in hair,” Tomas said.

  “And on your face,” Wren said.

  Adam rubbed his jaw. “You want me to shower?”

  “I think me and Wren lick it off.”

  The lump in Adam’s throat shifted as he swallowed. Wren gulped her wine. Tomas looked at the tent in his pants and its twin in Adam’s. The sooner they got down to this the better. Someone had to make the first move. Wren had already made it clear it wouldn’t be her. Probably.

  He smiled and stared at Adam. “Stand up.”

  Adam’s mouth tightened, presumably at being issued an order, but he put down his glass and rose to his feet.

  Tomas nodded to Wren. “You too.”

  Wren hovered beside Adam, her fingers twitching. Tomas’ mouth dried at the sight of them. Fully clothed they made his heart pound. He’d never felt so driven to something before.

  “Stand back to back and take one step away from each other. Close eyes until I tell you open. First one naked chooses how we do this, who goes where. One, two, three. Go.”

  He smiled as they hesitated. He’d expected Wren to ask for the lights to be dimmed. Adam pulled his sweater over his head. In Adam’s place, would he have gone fast or slow? Fast. But he’d have been torn between wanting to do whatever made Wren feel comfortable and a desire to orchestrate the show. He could cheat if he wanted to change the result.

  What he didn’t expect was Wren to strip so fast. Adam wasn’t slow, but Wren kicked off her shoes, pulled off her top and her bra and yanked down her pants and panties together.

  Fucking hell. Tomas already thought she was gorgeous, but all that soft skin, those curves, long legs, dusky nipples, shaved pussy—oh Christ.

  “Wren won,” he choked out.

  Adam hopped as he pulled off his last sock and turned to look at her. Tomas had worried she’d be shy, try to cover herself, but she didn’t. Thank God. Except she had her eyes closed and her fists clenched. He smiled. Adam’s cock grew another inch as he stared at Wren. Tomas’ cock seemed intent on bursting out of his pants.

  “Going to open those eyes?” Tomas asked.

  “No,” Wren whispered.

  “You’re beautiful,” Adam said. “But please open your eyes.”

  She sighed and her eyelids fluttered up.

  “Good girl.” Tomas kept his gaze on her face and watched as she came to terms with what was happening. He didn’t want the fight to go out of her, for her to submit. He wanted her to accept. Her smile would have felled him if he’d been on his feet.

  “I get to choose who goes where?” she asked.

  “What?” Tomas couldn’t think past getting into bed with these two beauties and fucking their brains out. His brain was already fucked.

  “Yep,” Adam said, his gaze glued to her breasts.

  “You in the bathroom, Tomas in the lounge, me in the bedroom.”

  Adam laughed. “I don’t think that’s going to work, sweetheart. The three of us in different rooms?”

  The flush on her cheeks dragged a low moan from Tomas.

  “Didn’t mean that. I decide in the bedroom, you in the bathroom and Tomas in here.”

  “You want to do this three times?” Adam asked.

  Tomas wasn’t sure how the guy kept a straight face.

  Wren narrowed her eyes. “If you’re lucky.”

  Tomas unbuttoned his shirt. “Go lie on bed. Both of you.”

  “But…” Wren began.

  “We in living room. My choice.”

  He guessed Wren had intended they stay in here. Of course, once they were all in the bedroom, she could tell them to come back in here. Christ. They’d be playing musical rooms all night. She hadn’t moved.

  “I want to see you all spread out.” Tomas pulled off his shirt and unzipped his pants. “I need to get in right mood.”

  His cock sprang out of his boxers and she chortled. “That’s not being in the mood?”

  “My dick upset if you laugh at him. He cry small tears and then big flood.”

  “I think you have that wrong. Crying means he’s happy,” she said.

  “I like happy dick.” Tomas grinned.

  “Want me to kiss him happy.” She glanced at Adam. “We could both kiss him happy.”

  Tomas tried to think of something witty and for a change, came up blank. He was officially brain dead. He doubted he could remember how to walk. One step proved he couldn’t. He nearly fell headlong. When Wren dropped at his feet to take off his shoes so he could remove his pants, he heard a groan slip through his lips.

  “Where did the bruises come from?” Wren asked as she stood and came level with his chest.

  “Fell.”

  “Does it hurt?” She touched his ribs and Tomas swallowed.

  “All over.”

  “Lots of kissing to be done then.” Wren smiled.

  “Bedroom curtains shut?” Adam asked.

  She took their hands. “Let’s find out.”

  As they crossed the hall, the sound of his mobile halted Tomas’ brain freeze. Marco. He reluctantly retrieved it from th
e floor.

  “I need you to drive to Hull tonight to pick up a package,” Marco said.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck. “I busy now. I go tomorrow.”

  “Busy?” Marco’s voice was arctic.

  Tomas watched Adam tug Wren into the bedroom. “Very busy.”

  “You work for me, you do what—”

  “You don’t own me.” Tomas screwed up his eyes and rubbed his forehead. He shouldn’t have said that. Marco was silent for a long time.

  “How much do I pay you, Tomas?”

  “Not enough.”

  He shouldn’t have said that either, but Marco laughed.

  “Eastman Warehouse on Cargo Road. Ask for Mitch Gates. First thing tomorrow. Early.”

  “Okay.”

  “And Tomas? Next time, don’t be busy.”

  He switched off the phone and wished he’d thought to do it sooner. He took his other phone from his coat, slipped into the second bedroom and closed the door.

  “You told him you were busy?” Julia’s voice went up an octave. Seems he was an expert in pissing off bosses.

  “I am busy.”

  “This is important, Tomas,” she barked.

  So is my bloody life. “I’m going to Hull tomorrow. There’s no problem. Soon as I know what I’ve picked up and where I have to take it, I’ll let you know.”

  “There better not be a problem. Marco doesn’t own you, but we do. You were lucky to get a second chance. Don’t fuck things up this time.”

  He bit back his retort and switched off the phone. If she checked, the phone’s GPS would tell her he was in his apartment. She wouldn’t think he was staying in to wash his hair. But he didn’t care what she thought. He’d bent over backward to make up for what had happened two years ago. He hadn’t made the error, but Patterson wasn’t around to give her side of the story. Instead, Tomas shouldered the blame. He rarely let himself think about it and he was angry with Julia for bringing it up.

  When he reached the doorway of the bedroom, he stumbled to a halt. His anger and anxiety evaporated as he stared at Adam and Wren, who lay facing each other on his bed. He wished he could take a picture to capture the moment. A wave of breath-stealing heat ran from head to toe, an overpowering surge of intense lust that grew and grew until it flashed to coalesce in his gut.

  “Everything okay?” Adam asked.

  “I leave early tomorrow to go to Hull.”

  He walked forward until he reached the foot of the bed and then slowly crawled up between them, bending to kiss from one side to the other, lower legs, knees, thighs, belly, ribs, nipples, until he reached their faces.

  “Ladies first,” Tomas whispered and pressed his lips to Wren’s as he stretched out.

  She smelled delicious—of macaroons and coconut. She tasted of wine and something flowery and he began to lose himself in her mouth. He meant to go slow, meant to be gentle, but the kiss drifted out of control and he kissed her harder. Adam’s hand clamped to his hip, squeezed and kept him anchored, reminding him they were three. It had been a long time since he’d done this. He hadn’t actually thought he’d ever do it again. When he pulled away from her mouth, Wren let out a little whimper of longing but Tomas transferred his pleasure to Adam’s lips, their tongues instantly tangling as they fought to take charge.

  Wren molded herself against his back, her leg curling over his thigh, her toes rubbing his shin as she caressed his shoulder. Adam broke away to take a breath, leaned over to lick Wren’s cheek and then was on Tomas again, their cocks plastered together, hips grinding. Tomas loved being sandwiched between them. He could feel hands everywhere, Adam’s large and firm, Wren’s soft and gentle. It was Wren’s fingers he could feel drifting down his back, over his hip, pushing between him and Adam until she grasped his cock. Oh fuck.

  Her touch made Tomas suck the air out of Adam’s mouth and they broke apart gasping. He let Adam push him onto his back, lift his arms and curl his fingers over the top of the headboard. Tomas got the message. Then they started to play with him and he vaguely wondered if they’d planned this while he was out of the room, and this was what Wren wanted. It didn’t matter. They were naked and together. Whatever happens will be—is—fucking fantastic. Wren fluttered her tongue over his nipple, tugged at it with her teeth and a jolt of electricity zipped straight to his balls. Thinking became tricky.

  While Wren’s lips crept from Tomas’ chest to his mouth, Adam sucked and nibbled down Tomas’ body as far as his bottom rib, gentle over the bruise. Christ. Tomas groaned. His hips moved restlessly, the need to come building like a distant rumbling thunderstorm. He began to breathe more raggedly as Wren licked her way down to join Adam. Then he made the mistake of lifting his head to look at the two of them poised over his cock.

  Oh fuck. Two wet, silky tongues licked up the sides of his dick and Tomas let the groan bubble out of his mouth.

  “Sweet…Jesus,” he gasped.

  Adam pulled back and when Wren’s hot little mouth engulfed his cock head, his hips jerked. Instead of retreating, she swallowed more. And more. Watching his cock slide deeper and then in and out of her mouth stole the air from his lungs. Her hand tightened around his dick and the soft, insistent pressure as she licked and sucked at the same time as she squeezed and pumped made his eyes flutter closed. He forced them open. Tomas wanted to watch even though the sight and sound of her shoved him closer to the edge of the cliff. Her enthusiasm, the way she stared up at him with her huge, dark eyes almost stopped his heart.

  “I can’t work out if I’d rather watch or join in,” Adam said. “Damn, you both look sexy.”

  “Decide fast,” Tomas blurted.

  Adam laughed and pushed up Tomas’ legs. He stuck a pillow under his butt and spread his knees. Adam met his gaze, smiled and the moment Wren moved away, he dropped his head between Tomas’ outstretched thighs. Even the feel of Adam’s hair brushing against his skin made his gut clench. When a firm tongue massaged the root of his cock, Tomas trembled. Wren danced her lips over the crest of his cock while Adam’s tongue blazed a trail of fire to his asshole. He wanted it to go on forever, but this sort of stimulation was too much.

  “Can’t…” Tomas sighed with relief when he felt Adam’s fingers tighten around Wren’s and drag them down to the base of his dick to squeeze hard and put weight on his balls.

  “Hold him tight. He mustn’t come yet,” Adam whispered and then he sucked Tomas’ nuts into his mouth.

  “F…uck.” His heart was going to explode before his cock.

  Adam’s tongue played with his balls, separating them, pushing them together, sucking gently, licking and tickling while Tomas put nail marks in the headboard and curled his toes hard enough to rip the sheet. He still worried Wren would choke, she swallowed so much of him, but damn if he didn’t want her to swallow more and his hips shifted restlessly. Adam freed his balls from the suction of his mouth with a soft pop and licked the strip of flesh beyond.

  Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come. Tomas repeated it like a mantra. When Wren dipped her tongue into the slit at the tip of his cock and at the same moment Adam used his tongue to breach his asshole, Tomas knew control had slipped out of his hands. As if I ever had it. His eyes kept closing no matter how hard he tried to keep them open. The pair changed positions. Wren teased his balls while Adam had his mouth around his cock, sucking so hard, so fast and so fiercely that Tomas arched off the bed.

  “Now. Oh Christ,” he blurted.

  And somehow his cock was partly in both their mouths as his cum spewed out, hot ribbons spraying everywhere. He sank into the bed, his heart hammering as rivers of heat flooded his veins and melted his limbs. As blowjobs went, that had to be among the best he’d ever had. Tomas opened his eyes to see the pair licking cum off him and each other, kissing while they did it, and he smiled. If he died tomorrow, at least he’d had this.

  Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. Wren felt as if she was going over the top of a roller coaster, except the feeling of thrilled exhilaration j
ust went on and on and her heart kept pounding faster. Even as she’d walked to Tomas’ apartment, she hadn’t been sure she could go through with this. But they wanted her here, they wanted her and Wren sure as hell wanted them. The insides of her thighs were soaked. They wouldn’t have to do much to make her come.

  Like breathe on me.

  She’d given blowjobs before but that had been amazing. The feeling of Tomas’ cock sliding in her mouth, the way his hips jerked when she licked or sucked, Adam kissing her at the same time, it had all been perfect. And Tomas tasted perfect too. When had she ever liked the taste of a guy’s cum? Not that she’d tasted a whole bunch. Two to be exact. Three now. Stop it. She was starring in one of her erotic fantasies and she didn’t want to pinch herself, just in case.

  It was almost as though she’d pulled on another skin, because this wasn’t her. This brazen, confident woman couldn’t be her. Or maybe she’d pulled off a layer of skin and become the real her. She lay panting against Tomas’ belly, Adam licking her face, and she recognized that something had broken free inside her. For once she’d taken charge of her own destiny, done what she’d wanted, not what others wanted or expected. Two guys? How lucky am I?

  Tomas reached to tug her up and Wren curled into him while Adam leaned up on his elbow on the other side, his hair sweat-spiked, his eyes black and his cheeks flushed. He was gently stroking himself, the foreskin peeling back to reveal a cock head dark with blood, his balls tight and heavy beneath. Should she have tried to bring them both off together?

  “Your turn.” Adam hauled her over Tomas to position her on her back between them.

  Uh-oh.

  “What are you going to do?” Her hands fisted at her sides.

  Adam grinned. “I’ll let you choose. We could play tic-tac-toe on your stomach. Or lick you all over until you come.”

  The muscles of Wren’s sex clenched and she groaned. “Oh God. You think you could keep licking after I come because I really like the idea of being licked all over, but the moment you two put your tongues on me, I’ll fall apart and then I’d sort of feel cheated.”

  Adam glanced at Tomas. They each grabbed a hand and sucked her pinkie.