Party of Three

by Daire St. Denis

  I shook my head. Not wanting to talk about it. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. I—” God, I wanted to tell her about Vixen and me. There was so much to say. But I couldn’t. It seemed like that would break the magic of the moment.

  “What is it about you?” She tilted my face up toward her.

  “What?” My voice was raw with emotion.

  “You have this…something about you. Something special.” She laughed softly. “You don’t even know you have it—that’s the best part. But everyone who meets you is captivated by you.” She brushed her thumb against my lips and whispered, “Including me.”

  Then she kissed me.

  Thank God she slipped her arm around my back because otherwise I would have crumpled to the ground. But Des held me up, pressing my smaller body against her as she slid her hand around the back of my head, tilting my face so her wide, beautiful mouth could kiss me the way I’d dreamed of us kissing.

  “Des,” I moaned.

  “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” she murmured against my mouth.

  My answer was another moan because I was beginning to suspect she’d wanted to do this for a long time, and I’m pretty sure I’d wanted it just as long as she had.

  The sound of the door to the roof startled us out of our embrace. Three guys with an open ice chest full of beer made their way across the patio, taking up residence beneath the arbor.

  “Come on,” Des said, taking my hand in hers. “Let’s go home.”

  Chapter Nine

  The whole drive back to our place, I was light-headed and tingly. I’d called Josh just before leaving Tracy’s and somehow convinced him to meet us back at our place. It was time to dispense all the misunderstandings between us and to bare our souls to one another.

  It was also time to bare other things. At least I hoped so.

  When I drove up the driveway, I saw Josh was already there, leaning against the brick pillared arch of the entryway. Des, who’d just arrived moments before me, strode up the walk, her arms moving stiffly at her side. I jumped out of the car just in time to hear her demand an explanation for his presence.

  “I invited him,” I called as I raced up.

  Both Des and Josh turned as I approached.

  “You invited him? Why?”

  “We need to talk. All of us.” With shaking hands I unlocked the front door and went in. I heard the other two follow me to the kitchen, where I grabbed three cold beers from the fridge and passed them around.

  “So the two of you are an item now,” Des said, looking down into her bottle.

  “What?”

  She glanced up and her smile was tight. “When Josh and I broke up today, I told him to come over here. I’m glad he did. You two will be happy together.”

  Josh set his beer down and gripped Desi’s arms to turn her toward him. “Is that what you think?”

  She shrugged. “It’s okay. Really. I don’t blame you.”

  “Wait!” I held up my hands and insinuated myself between the two of them. “Just hold on, you two.” I turned to Des. “Josh loves you, you know.”

  “I—”

  I held my hand up to stop her, turning to Josh. “Des loves you too, but she’s so afraid of losing you she thinks it’s better to send you away before she gets too hurt.”

  “But that’s—”

  I held up my hand for silence again. I turned back to Des. “Josh came here today, not to take up with me but to tell me he was leaving. Both of us. Despite his feelings. He feels responsible for the problems between us.”

  “But—”

  I didn’t need to interrupt her because Des wasn’t able to finish her sentence all on her own. She simply stared at me. Dumbfounded.

  “He loves us and he doesn’t want one without the other.”

  Des looked wide-eyed between Josh and me. I couldn’t see Josh’s face, but somehow from the way Des’s lips quirked up in a smile, I knew he was nodding behind me.

  I took her hand in my right and took his in my left. I backed up so I could see both of them at once. “The truth is…ah, hell…call me greedy, but I want the same thing.”

  “You want us both?” Des asked softly.

  I nodded. Josh nodded.

  “What do you want, Des?” Josh asked, his voice husky and low.

  She kept looking between us as if she didn’t quite believe what was happening. Her face split into one of her gorgeous take-me-down-and-tie-me-up smiles and she said, “Fuck me! You two know what I want.”

  We couldn’t get to the bedroom fast enough.

  We carried our beers upstairs to the place where it had all begun. My bedroom. My four-poster, king-size bed. I downed my beer and asked Des to watch Josh undress me. I was not going to stay on the sidelines any longer. Now that I knew what I wanted, I was going to make damn sure I got it.

  After shedding our clothes I told Josh to undress Des. “Do it nice and slow,” I said, crawling up onto my bed and touching myself as I watched. God, I loved seeing them together. Two tall, strong, athletic people manhandling each other and battling over wanting to rip each other’s clothes off and wanting to make it last. It was particularly hot today because I knew this was make-up sex to the nth degree.

  I trailed my hands over my breasts and taut nipples as Josh slid Desi’s button-down shirt off her shoulders. He knelt in front of her and trailed kisses down her chest and belly while she threw her head back and moaned, sucking on her pinky finger. The sound of Desi’s zipper, sliding down, slow and smooth, drove me crazy and I pushed my hand down between my thighs, slipping two fingers into my moist heat.

  Without pulling her pants down, Josh pressed his mouth against her open fly and Des widened her stance and groaned, undulating her hips against his face in a slow easy rhythm. My fingers penetrated my pussy as far as physically possible yet I ground my other hand against it, trying to push my fingers in further, needing more pressure. Needing so many things.

  I moaned. Desi opened her eyes to look at me just as Josh pulled her pants down, revealing her long, beautiful legs. She stepped out of her pants then unclasped her bra. She leaned back into Josh, wrapping her left arm up and behind to touch Josh’s face, splaying her other hand on her belly, moving it slowly down her jutting hips until her fingers disappeared from view beneath her panties. The whole time, she never broke eye contact with me.

  Disengaging herself from Josh, she moved toward the bed and slowly, languidly crawled up onto it, pushing my knees apart so she could fit between my legs. He was close behind, caressing her still panty-clad backside as she kneeled there, looking down at my hand moving hard and fast between my spread legs.

  “Let me,” she whispered, and pried my hands away from my pussy.

  Des bent down onto her elbows and blew gently on my exposed sex. I gasped at the sudden feeling of cool air on my wet cunt.

  “You are so fucking beautiful.”

  Her lips found my clit and sucked. Her tongue found my entrance and penetrated. Her teeth scraped against me as she devoured me and I screamed with the immediacy of my orgasm. But she didn’t stop. My panting moans only spurred her on.

  Then I realized Josh was doing the same thing to her from behind. He was kneeling behind Des, his eyes closed, a look of ecstasy on his face as he tongued her ass and pussy through the thin material of her panties. I remembered how Josh’s tongue felt inside of me and it brought me to tears as another orgasm ripped through me.

  “Oh, baby,” Des whispered as she glanced up at me. “You are so fucking hot.”

  “Des?”

  “Yes?”

  “I want to taste you.”

  Her smile was beautiful. I licked my lips and she closed her eyes. She twisted around so her ass faced me and she was turned toward Josh. She thrust her fingers through his thick hair and kissed him.

  Josh groaned with the intensity of the kiss and murmured, “Oh God, I can taste her in your mouth.”

  It was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. I
slid my body out from under Desi’s and kneeled behind her. She was on her knees too, still bent over, holding onto Josh for balance or for dear life, maybe both. I ran my hand down the curve of her toned back and ass and then petted the damp silk of her panties before I started rubbing her. Hard.

  Des made a guttural sound as she backed her ass against my hand. But I was tired of the barrier. I remembered what her sweet cunt looked like—I’d been dreaming about it for weeks—and I had to see her again. For real. Slowly I eased her panties over her hips and down her thighs.

  Fuck me.

  Sometime in the last couple weeks, Des had gone for a Brazilian and her bare pussy was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. I had to touch her. I had to feel her swollen clit in my hands. With my thumbs I spread her apart so I could thrust my fingers inside of her. It was good. So fucking good. With my hands on her hips I leaned forward and licked her. She tasted like a candy apple, sweet and tart and delicious.

  I was so busy making love with my mouth I didn’t notice Josh had moved. I had no idea he was on the bed behind me until he hoisted my hips up and impaled me with his cock. I had to lift my head to express my pleasure, but it was short-lived because I wasn’t done with Des. It was imperative I drive her insane. I needed to make her come, hard.

  With Josh pounding into me from behind, my tongue was able to reach further and further. Des groaned and writhed within my grasp as she uttered all of the unholy sounds I couldn’t make for myself.

  Josh cried out behind me, “Oh God, Tina! Oh God, I’m going to come.”

  Oh yes. I wanted to be filled with Josh’s sweet come while Desi came in my mouth.

  “Come for me,” I whispered, shoving a finger into Desi’s ass, using the moisture from her cunt as lubricant. Rubbing her clit hard, I sucked on her opening and then came up for air and cried, “Come for me, Des. Come on.” With tongue and fingers, I penetrated her just as Josh slammed into me once more.

  Des arched her back and cried out. Panting, I cupped her throbbing pussy and rested my chin on her tailbone as Josh held my hips flush against his.

  I could barely breathe.

  I quaked, my knees shook and my heart was doing somersaults in my chest.

  Holy fucking wow.

  The three of us eventually collapsed onto our sides, limbs entangled, breathing hard and not saying anything.

  Of course, Des was the first to break the silence. “I knew it,” she whispered. She crawled up to lay beside me so I was sandwiched between her and Josh. She stroked my face and kissed me with such tenderness my throat constricted with the onslaught of tears. “I knew it would be like this.” She kissed me on the lips as Josh nibbled my shoulder, and I knew everything was going to be all right.

  * * *

  How wrong I was. The universe doesn’t work that way. Just when one part of life seems to get sorted, something else gets screwed up. Not that the next few weeks with Josh and Des weren’t amazing. They were. They were the best thing that had ever happened to me.

  We couldn’t get enough of each other. Every day we’d rush home from work and jump into bed and stay there, ordering take-out food and pizza. All the fantasies I’d had, all the things I’d imagined—hell, I was living them all and then some. The three of us spent our days walking around bow-legged and stiff like we’d spent a week on a horse. But I didn’t care because I knew I was the luckiest woman alive.

  The only problem was work. Actually, work wasn’t the problem. It was Desi’s response to my work.

  “What are these?” she asked one morning over a cup of coffee.

  We’d just finished showering—together. Josh had already left for the day and I was organizing my briefcase when she opened the folder for Kenton’s house and started going through it.

  Out of the ten designs I’d drawn up, Kenton picked three and it was those designs Desi went through while sipping her coffee. The first was my French bordello theme. Nothing tacky, no garter-legged lamps or anything like that, just rich velvets, crystal chandeliers, lots of black and red, with a wonderful chaise lounge big enough for four. Slowly she flipped the pages until she came to the plans for the next room—harem inspired. There was no bed in this room, only plush rugs and cushions covering the floor. The ceiling and walls would be draped with silks, giving the room a tented look. But the silks weren’t just for décor; they could also serve a more practical, playful purpose as restraints, if the occupants chose.

  She glanced briefly at the final set of drawings. This room would be decorated with a minimalist look. All of the furniture, an enormous bed and a few chairs, would be suspended from the ceiling with wires. Of course, the two chairs—a single and a love seat—would be molded plastic and custom-made with holes in the bottom for various and imaginative uses.

  Des closed the folder. “What the hell is this?” Suddenly she noticed the address label applied to the front of the folder and gasped. “Tell me you aren’t working for Kenton.”

  I snatched the folder out of her hands and stuffed it into my briefcase. “What’s the big deal?”

  She groaned. “How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from that asshole?”

  “Jesus, Des. It’s a design contract. That’s it.”

  “Has he tried to come on to you?”

  I thought about the first day but didn’t admit it to her. It would drive her crazy. The fact of the matter was, Kenton had been nothing but a perfect gentleman, and the guy had connections. Already I’d received calls from his so-called friends to do quotes. Kenton was my ticket to the big time.

  “There’s nothing going on. It’s a great contract and I’m proud of my work.”

  She rubbed her temples and groaned. “Oh God, Teen. This is how it starts.”

  “How what starts?”

  She didn’t answer. She just grimaced and turned toward the sink, mumbling something about wishing we’d never gone over to his place. Before I could ask her to repeat what she’d said, her coffee cup fell from her fingers and smashed against the granite countertop. “Shit!”

  I came up behind her and tried to help her clean up the mess of coffee and ceramic shards, but she pushed my hands out of the way.

  “I’ll do it.”

  “Des, let me help.”

  She looked at me with a strange expression on her face, one I didn’t recognize. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it.”

  Chapter Ten

  Work was busy, which was good. And despite Desi’s apprehension, things were going smoothly at Kenton’s place. He wasn’t my only client. With Christmas only two weeks away, I was incredibly busy, particularly after Kenton’s recommendations. But perhaps because of what was happening in my personal life, I enjoyed decorating his place the most. As I worked in the harem room with the soft silks and faux furs I imagined Josh and Desi there, tying Josh up so Des and I could tease and torture him with caresses and kisses. Just the thought of them in that room made me want to slip a hand down my skirt and relieve myself of the sexual tension.

  But Cody, one of my assistants, was working with me and I expected him back any moment with the shades for the wall sconces. Cody was young and green and sweet and at first was a little scandalized by the contract, but he was coming around. Rather quickly, I might add. As for me, I was convinced there was nothing left that could shock me. Even the cameras Kenton had installed discreetly in the walls of the bedrooms didn’t faze me. Many people would want documentation of what happened there. I knew firsthand how watching could be almost as pleasurable as doing. Kenton was providing a service, one people were going to enjoy, and I hoped their satisfaction would be in part because of these newly decorated rooms.

  It was the next day, after I’d just finished putting the final touches on the harem room, when I heard the door shut behind me. I turned, expecting to tell Cody we were all done and he could go home, but it wasn’t him. It was Kenton.

  He leaned lazily against the wall and drawled, “I love it.” He wasn’t looking at the room. He
was looking at me.

  I crossed my arms over my chest and smiled. “Thanks. I’m really happy with the way it turned out.”

  He walked toward me, gently pushing the transparent hanging scarves out of the way as he went. He rubbed one of them against his cheek and smiled. “Very nice.”

  I grabbed one of the scarves and tugged. “It’s not actual silk. It’s aerial tissue, like they use in Cirque du Soleil. They’re secure up to three hundred pounds but need to be checked monthly for wear and tear.”

  “No problem.” He reached for my hand and wound a silk around it. Then he grabbed my other wrist and wrapped a second silk so my arms were suspended above my head.

  I was a gymnast in my youth and although I hadn’t done any proper gymnastics in years, I was still fairly strong and flexible. I twisted my wrists, wrapping more of the tissue around them like I’d seen aerial acrobats do, and pulled my knees into a tuck. I leaned back, demonstrating the strength of the scarves, and pushed my legs up so I was suspended upside down. I held the inversion for a moment and let my legs pull me over, completing a full aerial somersault and landing on my toes.

  Kenton clapped and I flushed partly from exertion and partly from embarrassment. What had possessed me to show off in front of him of all people?

  “Do you know how fucking sexy that was?” he asked as he helped to unwrap my hands. At least, I thought that’s what he was doing.

  I was wrong.

  He wrapped the silks around both wrists so both hands were secured together.

  “Hey!” I tugged on my wrists, but the only give was the slight stretch in the scarves.

  He pulled me toward him and held me with one arm around my waist while his other hand caressed my breasts over the top of my blouse.