“Mother!” Charlotte protested.
Jonas snorted, clearing remembering another conversation when Charlotte had sworn she could lie great.
Alex laughed as she glanced over at Kira and winked. The shock of it all lay in the fact that up until now, Kira had always dated older and wealthy men. She had forever been talking about her dates and where they’d taken her. Charlotte had assumed Alex to be one more in a long list of male suitors, so having her sister bring home a woman to meet the parents had been a little disconcerting.
But Charlotte watched her baby sister move with Alex around the room and saw Kira completely at ease, even smiling and giving cow eyes to her date. There existed an easy friendship between the two that made Charlotte relax.
She saw her mother rub her forehead again and she walked over to her. “Are you all right?”
“Yes,” Annie replied. “This has been a very stressful evening so far. I don’t know if I can handle one more shock tonight.”
“That’s too bad,” Holly replied. “Because Alastair and I have an announcement.”
The room quieted. Charlotte’s eyebrows shot up.
“We’ve been approved for adoption,” she said, linking her hands with her husband. They shared a small, intimate smile. “We decided to adopt from Africa and are going to be meeting with lawyers and the adoption agency next week.”
Good wishes and tears of joy flew around the room as the family surged forward with hugs and kisses. Charlotte felt overwhelmed with emotion for Holly, as well as herself. International adoption was the driving force of the Perth home, one full of love and complete acceptance, and Charlotte felt blessed that soon she would have a niece or nephew to spoil.
Dinner took a backseat even though Delia served everything on time. Everyone squished around the table to enjoy the meal, passing around the garlic bread, refilling the wine glasses. It was exactly the sort of evening Charlotte expected at the Perth house but she could see by the dazed express on Nash’s and Jonas’s faces that they hadn’t quite experienced anything like it before.
After the meal, Charlotte took Nash’s and Jonas’s hands and slipped out the door. She loved her family but needed a moment without the boisterous crowd. So, like many times in the past, she headed for a relaxing walk with Jonas and Nash flanking each side. She had the strangest urge to hold both their hands but refrained. It wouldn’t be fair of her to lean on them, give them ideas, while she was still being indecisive.
But oh, how she wished she could just lose herself in them. More and more her mind had been sneaking away to a fantasy of the three of them and she wasn’t sure if she should chalk it up to stress or hormones. However, she did discover that she had a dirty mind.
“Do you want to get a drink somewhere?” Nash asked.
“Are you asking me or us?” she asked, flicking her finger around all of them.
“Us,” he answered. His hands were the pockets of his tan slacks, causing the material to be stretched across his pelvis. She found it difficult not to stare.
“Sure,” Jonas answered. He looked at her. “This is your town. Any suggestions?”
“Yeah, there’s a British Pub about three blocks down, near Third Street Promenade.”
“Sounds perfect,” Nash said.
She steered them in the right direction. “Gee, had I known this was going to be a date, I would have dug out my fake Manolo Blahniks from my suitcase.”
“Your what?” Nash asked.
“Shoes,” Jonas answered for her. “You’ve really got to learn the shoe lingo.”
“Ah, your tendency to go after knock-offs. Why don’t you spend a little more money and just buy the real thing?”
“What fun would that be?” she asked, cocking her head. “Going into a store and plopping down money isn’t half as fun as tracking down and discovering something identical. Or the best is going to a thrift store and running across Chanel or Louis Vuitton.”
He looked at her thoughtfully. “Hm. So it’s the hunt?”
“Absolutely.”
“Maybe that’s why you like catching murderers.”
She bit her lip. “I wouldn’t say that, exactly. But I did like finding justice for the victims.”
They walked on a bit more in silence and she realized this had to be the first time that they were all together and no one bickered. It felt nice but definitely weird.
“I talked with Brice,” Nash said.
“The Fed?” Jonas asked.
“Yeah. They got a confession out of Darling so Charlotte won’t have to testify.”
“Good. And Sheriff Ratcliff?”
“Resigned, of course. He didn’t say much else.”
“Probably never will. I mean, what can you say? I fucked my sister? That’s just all kinds of fucked up.”
Nash more or less snorted his agreement.
Charlotte glanced back and forth between them, more than a little surprised at their civil conversation.
“Oh, and Alastair forgot to mention that we have an appointment tomorrow with the Hamlets,” Nash told them.
That startled Charlotte. “They hired HS?”
“Not yet, but Alastair told them there’s a new development,” Nash replied with a nod of his head. “Seems like they never believed the accidental drowning theory.”
Charlotte frowned. She didn’t know if she wanted to channel Brandy Hamlet, didn’t know if she wanted to watch how a person drowned.
“What’s wrong?” Jonas asked.
“I don’t know if I want channel Brandy,” she admitted. “The girl drowned and she’s pissed at me. What if she pulls me back under that water? I mean, what better punishment for my failure?”
“Charlotte—”
“Don’t,” she said, holding up a hand. “Al can spout all he wants about sharing the blame, but we all know if I had just told the truth, then maybe she’d be alive.”
“You don’t know that,” Nash argued. “Alastair and I spent a lot of time today going over facts, sifting through reports, hell, even chasing hunches, and it’s my belief that the case would have gone cold.”
She slanted him a dark look, clearly not believing him, but didn’t say anything as they crossed Wilshire to reach the pub. The closed-to-vehicles area was a popular shopping destination for locals as well as tourists.
They squeezed into the pub and found a quiet booth far in the back, behind a huge potted fern. The walls were littered with pictures of famous English people and most were devoted to soccer players. Even the television had a game going, although they couldn’t see the screen.
“I’ll get the first round,” Jonas stated. “Beer?”
“Anything on tap,” Nash replied.
Charlotte agreed with a nod of her head. She had suddenly realized she sat sandwiched between the two men in the world who made her panties wetter than a Slip-N-Slide. She definitely needed alcohol to help steady her thundering pulse.
Of course, Nash took advantage of being alone with her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and scooted her in closer. She looked up at him and he leaned over her with burning intent in his gaze.
“I want to kiss you,” he said.
Her body flushed. She became almost lightheaded from the rapid breathes she was making.
“I—”
That’s all he allowed her to say. His hand moved up to the back of her neck as he brought her face up and his mouth fitted to hers. His tongue swept into her mouth hungrily, taking possession. Liquid fire burned through her body as she strained to get closer to him.
More! She wanted more.
She ran her fingers through his hair. Her breasts pressed against his chest and she yearned to have him touch them, to suck on them and drive her out of her mind. He nibbled on her lips, feasting, until tiny little whimpers emitted from somewhere deep and primitive inside her.
Abruptly, Nash pulled back and she blinked, coming out of the euphoric daze he had cast over her. Jonas stood at the table staring at them, his hooded gaz
e making her lust instantly fizzle.
Nash released her neck but he didn’t take his arm from around her shoulders. Jonas sat the glasses down before sliding in next to her. No one said a word and Charlotte realized it had only been a few nights before that they’d engaged in fisticuffs over her. It was enough to make her drink half her beer in one swallow.
“Uh, feeling okay there?” Nash asked in a hesitant tone.
“Let me answer that when the alcohol hits my bloodstream,” she replied. She sent a tentative look toward Jonas who stared into his beer. “Jonas—”
He held up a hand, halting what she was going to say. So they sat there, all three of them quiet and sipping their beers.
“I suppose if I go off to buy the next round you’ll be kissing her when I get back?”
Charlotte and Jonas turned to look at Nash, who drained the last of his pint. One blond eyebrow was arched as he waited for Jonas to respond.
“Yes.”
“I guess turn-about is fair play, but I thought we were going to be discussing how not to get jealous.”
“Maybe I can’t be anything but jealous,” Jonas said with a voice that sounded as if he were barely containing his anger.
Nash snorted. “You can’t be anything but in control and that’s fine. But it was you who said we need to deal with this.”
“Fine,” Jonas snapped and before Charlotte could understand what was going on, he turned her and crashed his lips onto hers.
And boy, it was every bit of potent as Nash’s kiss. Instant fire ignited in her belly as his tongue pushed into her mouth. It was a kiss of possession, of dominance. He took her breath and breathed raw need back into her body.
When they finally came up for air, she panted and stared at him in wide-eyed wonder. But instead of looking at her, Jonas’s glittering gaze pinned Nash. Crazy emotions crashed through her because she could see each man wouldn’t budge from their Alpha male position. So she said the first words that came to her mind.
“He wants a threesome.”
That, at least, broke up the pissing competition. Nash jerked in surprise and Jonas gave a muffled groan.
“Run that by me again?”
“Jonas wants a threesome,” she repeated. “And I agreed.”
A myriad of emotions crossed over Nash’s face. “You want my first time with Charlotte to be with a witness?”
Jonas rolled his shoulders in an obvious attempt to relieve some tension. “I don’t know about this anymore.”
“Don’t you dare fucking wimp out now,” Nash grumbled.
“She’s my girlfriend.”
“And if it was anyone but Charlotte, I’d say have a happy life. But aren’t you interested in making her happy? Making her pleasure the absolute best it can be?”
That piped her interest but before she could say anything, they were back to bickering.
“Of course!” Jonas shot back. “In fact I make sure her pleasure is always first and foremost.”
“Cheap shot, Daire. Then it’s only fair I get time with her, no guilt, no recriminations.”
“Wait a minute…don’t I get a say in this?” she asked, but they ignored her.
“Should I just go ahead and book your hotel room now? You want it by the hour or the night?” Jonas asked sarcastically.
She sighed. She knew the truce had been too good to last.
“I just want a date with her where you’re not breathing down our necks!”
She was stuck between two men with more testosterone than all of Thunder (from) Down Under combined. She needed to do something drastic and diabolical to shut them up. Reaching down with both arms, she easily found their dicks and closed her hands around each one. Instantly they stopped their tirade and focused on her, but more interestingly, both began to harden under her palms.
“Now,” she said as she began to rub them. “Doesn’t this feel much better than arguing?”
“What, ah, what are you doing?” Nash asked.
“I know what she’s doing,” Jonas stated. “I think I like her method.”
“This method?” she inquired innocently as her fingers encircled each growing cock through their slacks.
“I was, um, talking about how you…ah…managed to shut us up.” Jonas gasped as he laid his head back on the booth. “Jesus.”
Never, ever, had she thought she could do something like this, but obviously she had more of dirty mind than she thought she did. Both men became putty in her hands and she quite liked the power. Their cocks had become rigid poles, tenting their pants and making it quite easy for her to keep up the friction, and she had a notion to see how far she could push them in such a public place. The wickedness of what she had decided to do pulsed through her, making her clit tingle as her pussy dripped with excitement.
She unbuttoned and unzipped their pants, easing her hand under the elastic of their underwear. Each cock stood rock hard, velvet over unbending steel. The tips wept with pre-cum so she used the moisture to slick over their skin and make it easier for her hands to pump them.
“Holy god,” Jonas groaned and he gave his body up to her ministrations. “That feels so fucking good.”
“If we were in a private setting, would you like for me to suck you both?” she asked in a low tone. “Have my mouth close around you, taste you, lick you, drain you dry?”
Two distinct groans were her response. Up and down she moved her hand, learning their individual shapes. Jonas’s cock curved slightly with an impressive girth, making it impossible for her fingers to touch as she tried to encircle it. Nash’s was thick with the vein bulging sexily underneath. They were about equal in length and they sent her mind soaring with the thought of having them both at her command.
“Just imagine if we were all alone right now,” she murmured. “One of you could sink into me, probably my pussy but I’m not opposed to exploring the backdoor.”
“God, Charlotte!” Jonas gasped.
“And then while one of you fucks me from behind I can fuck the other with my mouth. Or both of you could fuck me at the same time. I admit, sandwiched between you two hot hunks doesn’t sound too bad at all.”
“If you don’t stop I’m going to come,” Nash stated in a strangulated tone. His hips began to buck along with her pumping action.
“Already?”
“Give me a break. It’s been a long time.”
“How long?”
“Since before we dated,” he answered with a groan. “God, you’re so fucking sexy.”
“Are you as close, Jonas?” she asked, leaning toward him. “Do you like being so naughty in public? Someone can walk by and see my hand squeezing you.”
She tightened her fist around him just a little bit. In response his hips undulated, adding pressure. More fluid dribbled from the tip.
“I didn’t think being in a ménage relationship could work,” she said. “Well, of course I thought about the benefits and I’m realizing reality is far different than fantasy, especially with said benefits in my hands. So I’m coming to the conclusion that because I’ve been so focused on doing the normal thing, which, you know, is for other’s sensibilities, I hadn’t much thought about my needs and my desires. I’m a liberated woman, a woman with—”
“Good god,” Jonas groaned, interrupting. “Is this really the time to talk about this?”
“He’s right,” Nash managed to say through gritted teeth. Charlotte could tell he was hanging on by a thread.
“Oh,” she replied. “Sorry. Nervous talker.”
“Don’t know what you have to be nervous about…”
“…It’s not your bits and parts on display.”
She wondered if they even realized they had just finished each other’s sentence. If she’d been asked yesterday if these two strong men could find some common ground, she would have given a resounding no. But now it seemed like she’d been wrong.
Charlotte began to jerk them faster. She’d seen Jonas come before but she’d not see Nash and discovere
d she’d like to see what he looked as he found fulfillment in her hands. She pressed her thighs together, giving her pussy the needed pressure it desperately craved. God, she wanted to ride one of them, have them fill her up until she passed out from pleasure. Nash’s hand covered hers, making her cover the tip, just as he erupted. He fell forward, leaning his forehead against the table, his hips bucking wildly as he coated her palm with his seed.
“Holy fucking Christ,” he managed to gasp in between pants of breath. His body shuddered in the aftermath. She let go of him and brought her sticky hand out of his pants. Jonas watched her with a look that made her knees go weak, so thank goodness she was sitting.
“You’re amazing,” he told her in a thick, aroused voice.
Maintaining eye contact, she brought her other hand up to her mouth and began to lick her hand clean from Nash’s semen. This was going to be one of those make it or break it moments, and she wondered what Jonas would do. This would be the factor that decided if he could handle her with Nash so she waited, not even daring to blink.
Jonas’s eyes widened and then darkened with burning lust right before he came, his hips pumping hard in her hand. He groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head as he gave himself up to the raw gratification.
“Oh my god,” Nash muttered. He turned his head, looking at Charlotte and Jonas through bleary eyes. “That was incredibly hot.”
Jonas chuckled. “We could have been arrested. Indecent exposure. But it would have been worth it.”
Charlotte finished cleaning her hands with the napkins on the table. “I’m glad we cleared that up, because you’re both not mindless dicks. Emotions and feelings are very much part of coexisting. Now, Nash brought up a very good point. He and I do need to go on a date. So let’s take this threesome to the next level, shall we?”
Chapter Seven
Charlotte stood behind Alastair and Nash as they waited for the Hamlets to answer their front door. Jonas stood behind her and she could feel his eyes checking her out. She wanted to tell him to put his eyes elsewhere since she was about to have to channel Brandy, but after last night she kind of liked his newfound fascination with her ass.
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