Interchangeable

by Kim Carmichael

  “The question is, are you ready?” She shook her head, swiped the key away and pressed against him.

  His hand dropped to her waist as if it belonged there. As always, Todd had the hots for her. Always. There were always three in their relationship, but this time it was under their terms, not hers.

  She ran a finger down Todd’s arm to the front of his pants. “Remember when we used to come home and you would say you were hard before you ever reached the door?”

  He arched his back and Cooper mimicked his friend’s actions as if she’d touched him, too. Damn his cock for getting harder by simply watching. He wanted them both to pound into her. Fuck.

  “Some things don’t change.” She pushed him away, leaving Todd with his mouth open.

  “The only difference between you and Todd is you never told me you were hard.” Focusing on Cooper, she lightly cupped his erection.

  “Is that the only difference?” In an attempt to hide his reaction, he tightened his jaw. Only the tight denim kept his cock from jutting out in search of more attention from her.

  “My memory seems to be failing.” She gave him a squeeze and stood on her tiptoes, tilting her face to his. “Maybe I need to do some research.”

  He dipped his head down to kiss her, but before he reached his goal she turned away.

  “Let’s go inside, I think my mouth is needed elsewhere.”

  Todd raised his eyebrows.

  She slid the key in the lock, opened the door and gasped. Her shoulders lowered.

  Cooper glimpsed over her head to see what caused her reaction.

  They presented her with a dream place for a romantic getaway, not meant for their type of tryst. They should have met somewhere in Hollywood where rooms were rented by the hour.

  Rather than worn-out, dated furniture, chipped paint and a soiled floral bedspread, the little slice of decadence boasted the latest designer fittings surrounded by rich dark woods to make every detail pop. No amenity was spared, from the crystal glasses to the huge marble bathtub. Madame Eve told them the room needed to be first class for their date and they’d delivered.

  “Well.” She stretched out her arms. “I guess now the pressure is really on me to make this worth it.”

  “Dahlia.” Todd reached for her.

  “Close the door, we don’t need an audience. Or more of an audience.” With a wink she took off, flitting from one thing to the other, striking poses and turning back to them as if she were selling something.

  Cooper closed the door, and they both stood in the entrance watching the show.

  If nothing else, Dahlia always entertained them. One moment she could be in a business suit convincing a sixty-year-old man to invest money in their company, and the next on her knees bitching while she helped them run wire in their office. In a flash, he remembered why they both fell in love with her in the first place. She provided their front, their face to the world. Somehow neither of them possessed any resistance or clarity when it came to her.

  “Why do they put furniture in hotel rooms? Does anyone even use it for anything else other than a place to put their purse?” She sashayed across the room and dropped her bag on the overstuffed couch.

  Rifling through her bag, she said, “Now here is something we can make use of that only hotels have.” She straightened with an Mp3 player and plugged it into the top of the clock on the end table. Music engulfed the room, as if she had a playlist of their time together. Alternative rock tunes designed to be edgy and unconventional, though in the end they were a musical memory of three nerds sitting in a loft working on computers while everyone else listened to the same bands.

  With her back to them, she swayed with the melody and continued her self-guided tour, touching a seashell knick-knack, the leaf on a plant in the corner.

  “We spent hours listening to this band while you guys became one with your keyboards. I thought they were fused to your fingers.” Her voice softened and she unzipped her dress.

  The woman’s curves would make a canyon road in the mountains jealous.

  Frozen, Cooper took in the vertical stripe of bare back her dress revealed, interrupted only by a black bra strap.

  “I wanted to be those keyboards.” Her dress dropped to the floor. “To this day when I hear the clicking of a man on a keyboard, I swear my body takes off.”

  Only in a black lace bra, a matching thong and her heels, she stepped over the garment and approached the bed. “This is incredible.”

  Sheer fabric draped the huge four-poster bed. She grabbed one of the columns, pulled her hair out of her ponytail and motioned toward the glass window behind her. “This is truly spectacular.” A floor-to-ceiling window overlooked the grand ocean, the cornerstone of the room. Until she entered, that is.

  “Can we open the panels?”

  “We can do whatever you want.” Todd moved forward.

  Cooper stayed put. Since she’d left, he’d tried to be with other women, but no one fit. No one possessed the exact mixture of curves and charisma to make him want to push her down on the bed and ram his cock into her, or take her into his arms and kiss her. Hell, part of him only wanted to sit on that never-used couch and take in some television with her while she joked and made fun of the characters. Still, he didn’t budge. He wasn’t there for any grand make-up session. He wanted answers and recompense.

  “It’s too cold in Northern California to open the windows by the ocean.” She returned to them. “Remember how we used to joke that the people in L.A. were roasting while we were wearing scarves?”

  They both nodded. He bit the inside of his cheek trying to remember every one of her sins in order to stop his erection from taking over.

  Reaching for Todd first, she patted the top of his hair. “I missed you, now I miss your curls.”

  As if trying to resist what he wanted, he grabbed her wrist. “Are you just saying that?”

  Without answering, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

  He released her, grasped her waist and opened his mouth.

  For the most part, watching two people kiss did nothing for him, but like earlier when she’d touched Todd, Cooper’s erection swelled even further. He ground his teeth in anticipation of his turn.

  Breaking the kiss, she licked her lips and gave Cooper a quick peek through her eyelashes before returning her attention to Todd.

  Fuck, she’s taunting me. He winced, but stayed still.

  Todd moved to kiss her again, but she twisted away from him. “What are you waiting for, Cooper?”

  Just like Dahlia to offer him no sign, no apology, and no explanation. Nothing of the sort would be coming his way.

  Her hand traveled over another man. Todd took what should be shared, but Cooper wanted his piece, wanted her attention, her touches. Every inch of him ached for what he hadn’t experienced in five years. Hell if he would stand by the sidelines. He joined them.

  “Welcome aboard, Cooper.” Without giving him a second look, she lifted Todd’s shirt over his head.

  “Dahlia.” Todd took hold of her chin, guiding her mouth to his once more.

  “You both always loved to kiss me for hours.” Offering her hand to Cooper, she pushed Todd back. He took hold of her and tried to pull her toward him.

  “Like this.” She resisted and curled her leg around Todd’s calf as if anchoring him to her. “You come to us.”

  He let her lure him to them. Unable to wait another moment, he lowered his mouth to hers.

  No one wants to relive some familiar things—returning to an old house with bad memories, or running into an old friend better left forgotten.

  But other things lost along the way needed to be reclaimed. Dahlia’s kiss fell into that category.

  Their mouths connected, their tongues touched, and in an instant he transported back to her apartment after working all day. Her taste was the epitome of a long-forgotten food he didn’t know he still craved until her lips were on his.

  His cock throbbed, the pressure built, de
manding relief. He reached for her familiar ass, his breathing ragged.

  As she had with Todd, she pushed him back before he had enough, but rather than deny him, she began working the buttons on his shirt.

  Todd kissed her neck and she tilted her head to give him easy access. “Does it turn you on to watch another man kiss me?”

  Cooper tore his shirt off. “Does it feel good to have another man kiss you?”

  She moaned and gave him a slight nod as Todd continued to ravage her neck and shoulder.

  “Fuck.” He dove to kiss her again but before he could capture her mouth, she guided his face to her breasts.

  Without question he took her gift, burying his face in her cleavage, breathing in the scent of her perfume. The same one he remembered. Another thing he’d forgotten he missed.

  Reaching behind, he unhooked her bra then he and Todd slipped a strap off each shoulder and set her free before he returned to her breasts.

  Todd caressed one, rubbing his fingers over the tight nipple.

  With her increased breathing, her chest heaved and she arched her back as if wanting to get closer to the source of pleasure.

  Holding one breast, Todd sucked and flicked the nipple with the tip of his tongue.

  While he tended to her breasts, teasing her nipples with the tip of his tongue, Cooper ran a hand down her inner thigh, wanting to be the first one to touch her, feel her wetness, find out if she still tasted the same there.

  In an unexpected move, she stepped away. “Okay enough about me.”

  Panting hard, Cooper bent and grabbed his knees, resisting the urge to grab her.

  Todd straightened. “Wasn’t it always about taking care of Dahlia?”

  Cooper swore the flush of desire across her cheeks dissipated at the old phrase. The three of them started TCD – Technology Concepts and Design—but they’d always joked it meant Taking Care of Dahlia.

  She took a breath and pressed her lips together, swallowing before she continued. “We should probably make use of this.” Dancing to the couch, she motioned for them to join her. “Come here, but leave the rest of your clothes there.”

  In unison, they unbuckled their belts, unzipped their flies and stopped.

  She stretched her arms across the back of the couch, her boobs out, her legs crossed, showing off the back of her thigh. “I thought you wanted me to show you I know the difference between you.” Her black stiletto dangled off her swinging toe. “It’s not about taking care of Dahlia. This is all about Cooper and Todd.”

  If he’d been a gambling man, he’d bet between him and Todd, Cooper was the more adventurous, at least sexually. However, at Dahlia’s words, Todd kicked off his shoes and got rid of his pants. Todd’s erection caught the corner of his eye. Damn, the man is bigger than I gave him credit for. Not that he spent time thinking about his friend’s erection. But still….

  Raising his eyebrows in anticipation, Todd surged forward to claim his prize. As he kissed her, she gripped his cock and doled out some long-needed satisfaction.

  Though Todd blocked his view, the way her arm moved and how he moaned told Cooper everything he couldn’t see. The vision before him proved to be too much, and he copped a feel inside his jeans.

  “Come closer.” Dahlia uncrossed her legs and sat up then cupped her hand around Todd’s ass. Her head bobbed and Cooper swore the sound of her sucking overpowered the music.

  Rubbing the head of his cock, he caught a drop of pre-cum. Something Dahlia should be licking up.

  Todd groaned and twisted her hair in his fingers. “Yes.”

  “Fuck.” Cooper tore his pants and shoes off and took his rightful place on the other side of Todd. No way could he stop stroking his cock when he saw Dahlia take Todd all the way in her mouth. Her head and his hips moved in perfect rhythm to give maximum pleasure.

  Still, she continued to lavish attention on his friend. After all, she had been with him first. After they’d discovered her deception, he became privy to that piece of information. Wait a minute, what happened to my part in this enterprise?

  “Dahlia.”

  She took her time releasing Todd. His cock glistened. “Todd was here first, but it’s your turn now.”

  Not bothering to reply, he took another step toward her, putting his engorged cock in her face where it belonged.

  With her free hand, she rubbed one finger over the head, capturing another droplet then put the finger in her mouth. As if cooing to her pet, she said, “You both always loved my mouth. Am I that good?” She also took hold of Todd, her focus darting between the two cocks in her control. “Well? Am I?”

  “You know the answer to that.” Todd bucked in her grip.

  “You did travel out of the country for this.” After giving Todd one more peck, she turned to him. “What does Cooper think?”

  “I’m having a hard time remembering. I think you need to remind me.” And he wanted Todd to watch.

  “Well, you do need to catch up.” She gave the head of his cock one kiss and another, and then tickled him with the tip of her tongue.

  Todd moved her hair aside. “Suck him.”

  “Both of you like it deep.” She enveloped him with her mouth.

  Yes, he wanted it deep, something Dahlia could deliver. She took in almost all of his length and provided the ideal amount of suction until he mimicked Todd’s actions and thrust his hips toward her.

  Todd shook his head. “Holy shit.”

  With one hand she stroked Todd, never letting up sucking and licking Cooper. Finally, she pulled back and looked up. “Do you like what you see, Mr. Montgomery?”

  Far from being strange or embarrassing, having all of them together freed him. Though he throbbed with unfulfilled need, he nodded.

  They were all taking what they wanted, but would it be enough to make up for everything else?

  Chapter Four

  “This one is for you.” Dahlia ripped a condom open with her teeth and handed the package to Cooper.

  “And this one, Mr. Todd, is for you.” She threw a second condom wrapper over the edge of the bed and straddled his hips.

  Todd fell back and put his hands on her thighs. How they’d even reached the bed, he couldn’t remember. Lust bent time, blurring the moments together. Only the ocean breeze coming through the curtains reminded him of his location. The first night with her, he’d experienced the same strangeness. One second they were at his place going over numbers, the next kissing, then in bed.

  The day he met her, he’d wanted her, fell in love with her the night she talked their lawyer into filing their incorporation paperwork in exchange for a website, and he wanted to kill her the morning he found out Cooper fucked her, too. Every day since, he rewound the names he spat at her, the way he tossed her away without letting her have her say, how he almost beat the shit out of his best friend.

  Though not quite sure about all three of them together, he was sure he had never been more turned on. He could do anything he wanted, and he wanted them both to have her.

  “I know you both like me to put the condom on for you, but I only have so many hands. So Todd gets his first.” When she grabbed his cock, she peeked over at Cooper. “We’ll let you be first later.”

  For five years he’d waited to be inside her again. At the sight of her, kissing her, he literally ached, and faced with a scene only a few frames shy of a porno movie, he wanted to bury his cock inside her. The surreal super-fast moment seemed all about release. Unable to wait, he lifted his hips.

  “Is someone anxious?” She gave him a light squeeze.

  Attempting to focus, he took a breath and slid his hand up her thighs. “Kiss me.”

  “Didn’t you have enough of that before?” The condom rolled down his shaft with her deft touch.

  He reached for her. “No.”

  “What about you?” She twisted around to face Cooper, who knelt behind her on the bed.

  Rather than answering, Cooper bent down and kissed her, palming her breast.
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br />   “You both love your foreplay. I was a lucky girl.” She turned back to Todd and leaned over him, her breath brushing across his lips.

  “You never complained before.” Todd wrapped a hand around the back of her head. “Now kiss me.”

  She’d controlled every aspect so far, made things progress at her rate, speeding down the fast lane of a freeway. Her kiss started the same way as she opened her mouth, searching for his tongue.

  Todd applied the brakes. No rush, instead he prolonged the experience. He softened his mouth, taking time to suck and toy with each one of her lips, savoring the taste that belonged only to her, sweet but not sugary, the exact amount to make him crave more.

  Not allowing her to move closer, he continued until she relaxed and followed his lead.

  All night he’d searched for their special connection, one of those brief moments where everything vanished.

  When she opened her mouth a little wider, a small noise escaped from her throat. She wanted him. At last, she was back.

  Need and arousal morphed into consuming desire, and wanting to edge her on, he slipped his fingers between them. Before he reached his goal, she sat up, moving his hand away from her.

  “Cooper, help me out.” She motioned for the other man in their bed.

  At her summons for Cooper, Todd tensed. Somehow he needed to get used to the idea of sharing her.

  Cooper came around to her side and held her steady.

  “I think Todd needs to do something else.” She kissed Cooper’s chest. ’“Since it’s all three of us now, I need your input.”

  Cooper’s gaze rested on Todd’s cock and lust seared through him, his hips lifting in response.

  “I think he just answered you.” Cooper took hold of her. “I would have given you the same answer.”

  “At least all the partners agree.” With Cooper’s assistance, she raised onto her knees and without any further foreplay, lowered onto Todd’s shaft.

  Finally deep in her pussy, he moaned.

  “Yes.” Sucking in a breath, he raised his knees. Though tempted to close his eyes and relish being inside her, he didn’t want to miss a second of the action.