Triad

by Selena Kitt

  She began to fuck me, moving her bruised and battered body over me, squeezing me inside and drawing me into her. It was all over now. All the deals had been made; all the debts had been paid. Now it was just her and me fucking, feverishly intent on sucking the joy from each other's body.

  I grabbed onto her ass and began to guide her up and down, faster and faster, making her ride me like a jockey in the home stretch. I began to fuck up into her with a strength I didn't know I possessed, knocking the breath from her body and mashing her pussy flat in my frenzy of possession. Ellen held onto me for dear life, her arms wrapped around my head as if in danger of being thrown off, and soon I was pistoning up into her with terrible speed, my loins smacking against her with an obscene slapping sound.

  "Oh fuck!" I shouted, not caring who heard. "I'm coming, Ellen! I'm coming!"

  "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she screamed and then covered my mouth with hers, pressed herself against me as I exploded into her in a ripping, ferocious orgasm, conscious of nothing but Ellen's body trembling on top of me.

  When it was over, I was drained. All the anguish, the shame, the tension and fear—everything was just drained out of me. Ellen still lay on top of me, gasping for breath.

  Eric stood up and said, "Fine. I guess you'll want to go home with him then. Just leave me the keys to the shop."

  He offered us another drink, just to show us there were no hard feelings, but we declined. There was no point in staying.

  It would be nice if Ellen and I had run away together and lived happily ever after, but life's not that simple. She couldn't leave the store, and a divorce would have been expensive. She did go home with me that night, the first of many nights, and our romance turned into something beautiful—odd, but still beautiful.

  We often talked about that night, and I asked her whether she'd known what was going to happen back at their place, whether she'd known about the three-way. Her answer was yes, she'd known. She'd agreed to it, in fact. She wasn't comfortable cheating on her husband, but she had no qualms about cheating with him. She was a remarkable woman.

  She still went into the store, and Eric remained a friend, or maybe associate was a better word. He'd taken to combing through the estate sales and flea markets for old records hunting for another big find, so I never had the heart to tell him that I'd had that Robert Johnson record in my possession from the start. That would only have queered the deal.

  About Elliott Mabeuse

  Dr. Mabeuse is an award-winning author with four books published by Ellora’s Cave, including Overcoming Abigail, nominated for a 2005 Cupid and Psyche Award for BDSM from the Romance Studio and A Game of Dress-Up, winner of a 2006 EcataRomance Critic’s Choice Award. He’s also published with Renaissance, eXtasy, and makes his debut with Harlequin in May of this year.

  Links to his novels may be found on his webpage and he maintains an open Yahoo group. He also publishes extensively at Literotica.com, where he can often be found hanging around instead of writing.

  Write him at dr_Mabeuse@yahoo.com. He likes getting mail and does his best to answer.

  Of his biography, Dr. Mabeuse says: “Everyone connects to the world in some way, and I seem to connect through sex. I’m drawn to the extreme and the extraordinary in all things, and I like to explore the farther edges of passion and desire in what I write. What interests me now is not so much the things people do, but how they feel about what they do—male and female dynamics, how we connect to ourselves and each other and to the world at large. I tend to be intense and my writing shows that, but I really value my sense of humor above all, and I expect it to sustain me should the fires of sexual passion ever burn out.”

  I AM NOBODY’S

  By Emma Hillman

  Prologue

  “I don’t know what to do.”

  “Don’t look at me, it’s not my decision.”

  I rolled my eyes at him. “Very helpful.”

  “What do you want from me? I’m not going to beg you to stay.”

  “I never asked you that!” I felt my voice rise again and forced myself to calm down. He had a way of making me lose control. Sometimes it could be good, very good indeed, especially if we were together in bed. But other times, like now, I just really wanted to hit him. “Never mind,” I finally replied before leaving the room.

  * * * *

  “You’re such a dickhead.”

  Noah glared back at me and quickly left the room.

  “That went well.” Kade’s eyebrows rose.

  “Shut up,” I snapped back. Rubbing my tired eyes, I sat down in a corner of the dressing-room. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I could never get anything right!

  “What’s going on?”

  “Nothing that concerns you, Kade.”

  “It does if it has an impact on Noah’s performance.”

  I laughed, the sound sharp and brittle. “Do you really think this is going to affect him? You know him better than that surely.”

  He sighed, his hand grabbing mine. “Why do you stay with him?”

  “I don’t know.”

  He nudged my chin with his free hand and our gazes locked. I felt my eyes widen at the intensity in his. Uh oh. Time to run.

  I tugged my hand free, jumped up from my chair and ran out of the room.

  * * * *

  This wasn’t good.

  It’d taken me a while but I’d finally understood why I was still in this situation. Why, even if Noah was driving me nuttier by the minute, I was still sharing his room. The ex-girlfriend who didn’t want to cut free.

  It was pathetic.

  And it was all his fault.

  Chapter One

  “Do you really think I can’t see what’s happening?”

  “Uh?” I looked up from my book. I was sitting against the headboard, Noah sprawled at the end of the bed as he played some kind of video game. “What?”

  His eyes never leaving the plasma screen in front of him, he said, “I see the way he looks at you.”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “Don’t lie to me, baby. I know you better than anyone else on this tour.”

  “Considering we were together for six months, I sure hope so,” I commented before focusing on my book once again.

  “I won’t hold it against you.”

  That was it. I sighed and dropped the book onto the bedspread next to me. “What the hell does that mean?”

  He pressed ‘pause’ on his joystick and turned around to face me. “If you want to fuck him,” he licked his lips and added, “I won’t mind.”

  I gasped but remained silent for a moment, unable to find a suitable response. “You’re joking, right?”

  He shook his head. “Nope. I can see he wants you. And we’re not together anymore after all.”

  “You wouldn’t mind if I had sex with Kade?” I was past incredulous.

  “Nope. It’s your life.”

  I looked at him, taking in the boy I’d come to love and hate. He appeared unfazed, making me realize he’d obviously thought about this. “I don’t get it.” I really didn’t.

  “What’s not to get? You want him, right?” He didn’t even wait for my approval before he added, “Why don’t you go see if he’s in his room?”

  “Now?”

  “Sure.” He looked at what I was wearing. “Just change your clothes first. Wear something sexy. And put on some make-up—he likes make-up.”

  I blinked. This was just too weird. Why was Noah pushing me into his friend’s bed all of a sudden? And why in hell wasn’t he at least a little bit jealous? “You don’t seem to mind.”

  He shrugged. “I told you. We’re over. You can do whatever you want with whomever you want.”

  “Even Kade.”

  “Yup.”

  That’s when I realized something else. If I slept with Kade, Noah would be able to sleep with whomever he wanted too.

  Of course.

  God, I really was stupid.

  He just wanted to be free to s
crew a groupie or two with no guilt.

  * * * *

  And just because I wanted to make his life difficult, I’d ignored his advice and gone back to my book. He’d growled a few times, made a few scathing remarks but I’d kept on ignoring him and he’d grown bored of it after a while.

  I’d turned the lights off an hour or so later and climbed into bed. He’d joined me some time during the night, his body nearly touching mine.

  I knew what he wanted. After that fateful day, when he’d decided we were over, we’d tried going cold turkey. Except that doing nothing after so many months making love several times a day had proved too much—for the both of us.

  So here I was, still hanging on. Still in his bed.

  It was torture being with Noah like this. Because a part of me still loved him. The part he hadn’t crushed when he’d told me all those things. How I wasn’t enough. That it wasn’t fun anymore. That he wanted something else from his life.

  I had yelled and screamed and cried. It had changed nothing.

  So why was I still here?

  I turned around and snuggled against his side. His hand drifted under my shirt and palmed my breast. My back arched and I moaned when his fingers pulled on a hardened nipple. I just wasn’t sure anymore if it was a good thing or not that he knew me so well, knew what to do to arouse me with just a few caresses.

  Fingers slid down my stomach and I opened my legs, eager to feel his touch. I was already wet, partly because I’d been waiting for this, partly because of the book I’d just read. Everyone kept making fun of my taste in books but I needed a little romance in my life. Okay, so the love scenes were great too.

  His thumb pressed against my clit, my hips jerking up at the sudden caress. “Noah!”

  He chuckled, one long finger drifting further down until it entered me. He pumped it a few times, the thrusts too shallow to make me come but they were enough to make me start panting.

  I turned so I was on my back and felt him move on top of me. He was already naked, his knee stretching my thighs apart.

  And then he was there. He brushed the head of his cock against me, gathering moisture, covering himself with my own juices before he entered me in one long thrust. My hands automatically wrapped around his biceps. My eyes closed even though the room was dark. I held on and opened myself to the pleasure he was giving me.

  It was still good. He still took care of me and my needs. He just never kissed me. Oh, he kissed my breasts from time to time, even the rest of my body. But his lips never met mine for one of his intense kisses.

  And I missed those.

  I really did.

  * * * *

  So when Kade leaned above me the next day, I simply closed my eyes and let him kiss me.

  It wasn’t bad. It was actually pretty good, but it felt weird to feel another man’s body against mine. I’d been in Noah’s arms only hours before after all.

  “Did I read you wrong?”

  I stepped back. “What?”

  “I thought you wanted this.”

  “I…did, I guess.”

  “You guess?”

  I shrugged and turned away. His hand clasped my shoulder and he forced me to face him once again. “I talked to Noah. He said you were okay with this.”

  That’s when I felt my eyes pop out of my face. “Okay?”

  He nodded. “Yeah. He said you’d discussed it last night. That you wanted me too so it was fine if we—” He stopped talking, his face hardening. “He lied to me, didn’t he?”

  “Not exactly.” I ran my left hand through my hair, my very shaky hand. “He mentioned that you wanted to, ah, have sex with me, but I never agreed.”

  “Fuck!” He erupted. His fist reached the nearest wall, making me jump. “I’m going to kill him! I’m going to—”

  I shouted, “KADE!”

  He took a deep breath and stared back at me. “Yes?”

  “We’ve got twenty minutes before the sound check, right?”

  He nodded.

  “Let’s go then.” I grabbed his hand and tugged him out of the dressing room.

  “Where are we going?”

  “What do you think?”

  I heard him gulp behind me but didn’t turn around. I was on a mission. Noah wanted me to fuck his friend, no problem. He said he was fine with it, that I was fine with it.

  Well, FINE!

  * * * *

  I pushed Kade against the wall of a dirty closet then dropped to my knees. Thank god I’d decided to wear jeans that morning, I told myself as I saw the state of the tiled floor. Yuck.

  “What are you doing?”

  “What do you think?” I repeated, earning myself a growl. Looking up at his blank face, I forced myself to calm down. “You want this or not?” Considering my hands were already busying themselves with his belt, I was pretty sure of his answer.

  “Yeah but I hadn’t expected our first time to be like this,” he replied, eyeing our surroundings with apparent disgust.

  That was sweet.

  “It’ll have to do.” I pushed down his trousers and stared at his cock. I should have known he’d go commando. I’d heard enough about this thing of his over the past few months. Damned man was predictable after all.

  And huge.

  I never thought I’d see someone bigger than Noah. Well, there ya go. Two in the same band. What were the odds?

  “Nice.” I grinned as I took him in my hand.

  He moaned and his head thumped against the wall. Ouch, that must have hurt. Didn’t seem to bother him though as his fingers raked through my hair. I bent down and licked his slit until pre-cum rolled over my tongue. Spurred by his obvious enthusiasm, I sucked in his head, my right hand moving up until it was cupping his balls. He growled, a loud noise that nearly made me look up in shock but his hands had tightened around the back of my head.

  So I went back to what I’d been doing—giving Kade pleasure. I was going to make him come so loud everyone standing backstage would hear.

  I wasn’t happy and I guess it showed. But it didn’t matter as long as the man looming above me left sated and happy.

  And guess what? He did.

  * * * *

  “Where were you?” Noah welcomed me back into the dressing room with a murderous glare.

  I smiled, licked my lips and replied, “Sucking Kade off. What about you?” I watched as his mouth opened then shut. I grinned widely and sauntered back out of the room.

  I’m pretty sure I won that round.

  Chapter Two

  A very sweaty Kade sat down next to me as our cramped tour bus sped along the dark streets of Toronto. For once we wouldn’t sleep in it however. We were actually going to a hotel. Everyone rejoice! “Stay with me tonight.”

  I looked at him and shook my head. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

  “Do you really think sleeping in Noah’s room is a better idea?”

  I stared at Noah, sprawled against the window, and sighed. After our little showdown that afternoon, he’d basically ignored me. Which irked me to no end!

  What was the point of me doing all that if he didn’t even react?

  But Kade’s point made sense. “You’re right. I’ll need to get my stuff first though.”

  “Sounds good. I’ll take a shower in the meantime.”

  I laughed as he wiped sweat off his forehead. “No kidding.”

  “What? You don’t like sweat?”

  “Not for what I have in mind, no.”

  His eyes darkened. “Is that right? Can I know what you have in mind or will it be a surprise like earlier?”

  I felt Noah’s gaze on us and leaned closer to Kade. “Mmm, I’m not sure I should tell you now.”

  “Why not?” He breathed against my lips.

  “It might turn you on and we don’t want that. Not here anyway.”

  “I don’t see the problem. It’s not like there aren’t bunks out back.” He grinned.

  I shook my head, thinking back to all the times
we’d fooled around, Noah and I, in his bunk. Or mine. Argh! I had to stop doing this.

  Kade’s mouth met mine, effectively interrupting my wandering thoughts. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed myself closer, enjoying the feel of his hard chest crushing my breasts.

  It felt good to be kissed. It felt even better that he was doing it in front of everyone else.

  * * * *

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” Noah asked as soon as I stepped inside his room.

  “Not that it’s any of your business but I’m grabbing some of my stuff before meeting Kade in his room.”

  “Grab everything while you’re at it.”

  “I don’t think so,” I replied as I stepped past him. Rummaging through one of my suitcases, I made a point of pulling out the camisole set I knew he loved—or used to love. “I’m going to change. Don’t open the door,” I added as I stepped into the bathroom.

  “It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before,” he muttered.

  I whirled around. “You’re right.”

  Before he could say anything else, I dropped my jeans to the floor. Wriggling my panties down my legs, I stepped out of them and grinned. Bottom half done! I pulled my top over my head and did quick work of my bra. Now standing naked in front of Noah, I looked up at him and froze.

  That look in his eyes. I loved that look. It usually meant he was going to pounce on me in a second.

  True to form, I suddenly found myself tackled to the bed. Lucky I’d been standing in front of it because falling to the floor would have hurt a lot more.

  “You drive me nuts,” he mumbled before his lips closed around my right breast. He bit on my nipple, hardening it before I’d fully realized what was happening. Then he was doing the same to my left one, my hands grabbing onto his hair as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

  Thick denim brushed my clit, making me see stars. “Oh!” I started rocking my hips, getting myself off while he played with my breasts.

  “Stop it!” His hands clamped on my hips, fingers digging into my soft skin.

  “Why?”

  He never replied. Instead he pulled me up until I was standing, sandwiched between him and the mattress at my back. Then he turned me around and my stomach fluttered. Oh yes, I knew what was coming!