She shook her head. “Do you think I was shocked? Turned off?”
“That wasn’t what you expected when you agreed to be with us. I didn’t expect it either.”
“But it happened.” She reached up to cup his cheek. “Are you sorry?”
The tender gesture, so undeserved, forced a naked truth from him. “I don’t know what I feel. Everything I thought about myself…just got blown the hell away.”
“Guess that’s something we have in common.” A small, tired smile tipped up the corners of her mouth.
Relief swept through him. “You sure I didn’t choke you half to death there at the last?”
A devilish glint entered her eyes. “I breathed through my nose.” Her brow creased, and her gaze swung to the bathroom door. “He’s been in there a while. Think he might be afraid to come out?”
“Bruno? Nothing ever fazes that guy.”
“I don’t know about that. I’m thinking he wanted this to happen pretty badly. He might think you’re feeling a boatload of regret. What do you feel?”
“I’m a little confused. Tired as hell. But I don’t think I’m as shocked as I would have thought.”
“It all happened so quickly. So naturally.” Her lips tightened, and her expression grew wistful—her eyes filling. “Maybe it’s a good thing we didn’t have time to think it through.”
Cord swallowed hard, grateful she understood. “You sure you’re okay with all of this?”
“Ask me again, and I’ll start thinking you want me to cry.”
Cord leaned close and kissed her cheek. “Never. I’d kick my own ass if I ever hurt you.”
Her fingertips glided across his lips. “You don’t even know me,” she said softly.
“But I’ve watched you. You seemed a little sad when you first came. I wanted to be the one to make you smile.”
A trembling breath eased between her full lips. “I was coming off a long-term relationship. It ended badly. I came here to regroup and think about my future.” She wrinkled her nose. “But for some reason, I couldn’t keep my mind on my priorities.”
A crooked smile tugged at Cord’s lips. “Someone distract you?”
“Two someones. One who kept tripping me up, and another who tempted me at every turn.”
Cord nodded toward the bathroom. “Want me to leave you two alone now?”
Jane shook her head. “It wouldn’t feel right. Leaving you out of this. We’re a team, remember? Even if this isn’t basketball.”
“For as long as you’re here, then. If that’s the way you want it.” Cord lowered his head and nuzzled her cheek. “Sure you have to leave on Monday? The wedding’s only days away.”
Her hand cupped the back of his, and her lips slid along his cheek. “I don’t have to go back right away. If you think Bruno won’t mind…”
“I’m thinking Bruno will be glad to have you here,” he growled. “It’s not like this thing would ever work without you here between us.”
Jane pushed him back. “You should go check on him. Let him know you’re not completely freaked.”
Cord blew out a breath. “What do I say?”
“You’re the big, strong fireman…what does one guy who loves another say?”
Cord’s eyebrows lowered. “You think I’m in love with him?”
“I said you love him,” she said slowly. “I can’t imagine you ever letting another guy do that to you without there being a strong connection. You just haven’t ever considered the possibility of more. Not before today.”
“I don’t think I could be with him like that. Not without you here, too.”
Jane’s grin was a wry, teasing grimace. “Do I keep you feeling manly?”
“Will I sound like a coward if I admit that’s true? Besides, seriously, I really love pussy.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “And I’m strictly dickly,” she murmured, her voice deepening.
Cord hovered over her lips, his gaze locking with hers. “Cancel your flight,” he whispered.
“I will. Now you go talk to him.”
Cord kissed her hard, pushed off the bed, and strode toward the closed bathroom door. He turned the handle thankful it wasn’t locked. Bruno stood in front of the sink, his hands clutching the edges. “You okay, buddy?” Cord asked, his voice so tight it rasped.
Bruno’s eyes filled slowly. “Guess I’m the one who should be asking you that.”
Cord’s arms folded over his chest as he met his best friend’s worried gaze. “I’m a little sore,” he said, keeping his voice even. “Something big just got shoved up my ass.”
Bruno’s eyes widened, and his lips twitched. “I’m kinda relieved it wasn’t the other way around.”
A smile slowly stretched Cord’s mouth, and he breathed a sigh of relief. If they could laugh about it, talk about it, things might not get awkward between them. His glance bored into Bruno’s. “Payback’s only fair.”
A sharp breath lifted Bruno’s chest. “Guess you’re right,” he said, his voice roughening.
Cord’s glance swung briefly to the door. “Think you might like her to stick around awhile?”
“I was just about to ask you the same thing.”
They shared a smile.
Bruno stepped beside him and reached for the door handle.
Cord halted him with a hand on his shoulder. The two men shared a charged glance. Then Bruno leaned in, pressing his lips briefly against Cord’s.
“Goddamn,” Cord whispered as he drew away.
“Get used to it.”
Cord’s dick jerked. Now, he understood the quick flare of heat he’d seen in Jane’s expression when Bruno issued his orders. “I’ll work on it.”
“I’ll make sure of it.” Bruno twisted the knob and stepped into the bedroom, Cord on his heels.
“She looks worn out,” Bruno said, eyeing Jane who slept blissfully on her side, facing the door.
“Better let her get some rest, she’d going to need it,” Cord whispered.
Bruno aimed a grin at Cord. “Maybe while she’s snoring, we could figure out how we’ll wake her up.”
Cord slid his arm around Bruno’s shoulder and slapped his back. “Yeah, want a beer while we plot?”
*
Jane drifted upward, not wanting to leave her delicious dream. But something hot and wet closed around her breast. Jane cracked one eyelid open to find Cord sucking her nipple as she lay on her side, sandwiched between two hard-bodied, extremely aroused men.
“I could get used to this,” she murmured dreamily.
“That’s the plan,” Bruno said softly behind her. His hands cupped her ass and massaged her, rotating her buttocks.
She grinned. “Am I about to get my reward?”
“Think it’s better than a gold star?” Cord growled, coming off her nipple and scooting upward until their faces aligned.
Jane sighed and lifted her thigh over his hip, encouraging him to snuggle closer. His cock rocked forward, slipping lengthwise between her folds to rut gently. She wasn’t the least surprised to discover she was wet. Drenched, in fact. Just how long had the two men been teasing her body into arousal while she slept?
A finger slid between her buttocks and swirled lightly over her asshole.
She shivered and undulated her hips, grinding first forward against Cord’s thick cock, and then backward to let Bruno know his attentions were welcomed. “I don’t need a goddamn gold star when I have two lovely cocks. Cocks trump stars every time.”
Her smile was met with a sexy grin from Cord. “Now, this is something I know all about. You ready?”
“No,” she moaned. “But I think that’s not gonna matter. Jesus, I’m hot.”
Something moist and cool entered the tight ring of her ass, and Jane gasped as a long, thick finger slipped inside.
Cord’s hand grasped her thigh and brought it higher on his hip, and then his hand glided around her buttock to hold her open while Bruno slid another finger inside her.
The muscle
s surrounding the thick digit stretched, a delicious burn beginning that warmed her back passage and sent a jolt of heat straight to her pussy. “I need you inside me,” she whispered to Cord.
“Hold onto me, sweetheart.” Cord drew back his hips and centered his cock between her slick folds.
“I don’t think I can let go,” she said, her desperate gaze clinging to his.
“That’s the plan,” he muttered, pressing his lips to hers as he slid slowly inside her.
“Let me know if this hurts. I’ll stop, even if it kills me,” Bruno said, nuzzling the back of her neck. His body pressed close to her back as he guided his cock into her back entrance.
The pressure had her mewling, trembling, but she didn’t want him to take it slow.
Then with their hands gliding over her skin, they both began to rock gently against her.
It was oddly soothing, despite the discomfort. Jane moaned and slipped an arm around Cord’s brawny torso, snuggling her aching breasts against his hard chest.
The men moved in tandem, Bruno sliding out as Cord thrust in then coming back as Cord withdrew. The motions were gentle, restrained—the two masculine frames pressed so close she could feel their tension radiating through her.
They built her arousal slowly until she began to writhe between them. Her thigh clasped Cord’s hip tighter; her breaths grew deeper, rasping loudly. She pressed her face into the corner of his shoulder. “I need more,” she whispered. “Harder, deeper…please.”
Low, sexy laughter surrounded her, and Jane smiled against Cord’s damp skin. Their thrusts quickened, sharpened, deepening until she bit her lips to still the groans that clawed at the back of her throat to slip out.
“It’s okay,” Bruno rasped. “Let go, baby. Sweet fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.” His thrusts quickened, out of synch now with Cord’s.
Cord’s fingers combed through her hair, tugging to tilt back her head. His kiss was hard, but not nearly as fierce as the thrusts he delivered, his cock stroking deep, his whole body tensing, the muscles of his back, abs, and thighs turning to hot stone against her as he powered into her.
The tension inside her womb mounted, curling tight. Cream slid sinuously down her channel, soaking Cord in her pleasure as her convulsions began rippling along his shaft and her asshole cinched around Bruno’s cock. Strained, mewling cries broke from her throat, and suddenly, her body was exploding, quivering hard.
Cord cursed and pounded into her. Bruno’s breath hissed and scalding fluid filled her as he jerked his hips against her ass. When at last Cord orgasmed, he rocked so powerfully his motions pulled both her and Bruno along.
When the motion on the bed stilled, except for shattered breathing, tears filled Jane’s eyes.
“Hey, hey,” Cord said softly, his thumbs sweeping under her eyes to wipe the liquid spilling down her cheeks. “Was that too much? Did we hurt you?”
She shook her head sharply.
Bruno wrapped an arm around her waist, his hand coming up to cup her breast gently. “It’s okay to cry. Know how you feel,” he said softly against her hair.
Cord’s worried expression eased. A gentle smile curved his mouth. “I take it these are happy tears?”
She nodded, her fingers pinching his chest in irritation.
“Ouch.”
A gasp of laughter escaped her. “You have a lot to learn about women.”
“I’ll admit I’m not as in tune as my buddy here, but I’m willing to learn.” He kissed her forehead and laid his head on the mattress beside her. “Think you could get used to this?”
“I already said I’ll cancel my flight.”
Cord frowned. “I mean, would you consider staying. With us.”
Jane’s eyes widened. Yeah, she’d thought about it, but who changed their whole plan for the future based on a couple of days of fucking? The idea was ridiculous, wasn’t it? She cleared her throat. “You don’t think it’s kind of fast? You don’t really know much about me. You sure this isn’t just about how great the sex is?”
Bruno snorted. “Isn’t that enough?”
Cord aimed a glare over her shoulder. “I think this works. I’d like to give us a chance to see whether we can make it last. But I know it’s sudden.” He shrugged nonchalantly, but she read the eagerness in his eyes.
Jane cupped his cheek with her palm. “It’s not like I’m loving the thought of heading back to winter. And I’m a teacher. I’m sure my certificate can be transferred…” She chewed her lip. “Fucking’s one thing. Living on top of each other’s all the time is different.”
Cord’s eyes shuttered.
She’d disappointed him, and strange as it seemed, the fact she had caused him pain made her chest hurt. “How about we try it—until spring,” she blurted. Then she gasped. She’d really said that.
“Let’s worry about the details later,” Bruno groused. “We know you want to stay. I know Cord’s been dying to spend time with you.”
Jane pressed her hand against Bruno’s arm still wrapped around her waist. “I think Cord’s dying to spend more time with both of us.”
Bruno’s hand squeezed her breast, and he leaned up to kiss the side of her face. Jane turned to meet his lips, and they shared a slow, hot kiss, tongues tangling until Cord cleared his throat.
Bruno’s face turned to Cord and a wide grin stretched his mouth. “Feeling left out?”
Cord grunted and bent toward Jane, but she guided his face gently with her hand toward Bruno. As the two men pressed closed lips together, Jane sighed loudly. The boys needed her—if only so they could have “cover” to continue their sex-ploration. And she had to admit, the idea of staying, of getting to know them, and especially of figuring out what she really wanted out of life, intrigued. “A little tongue guys.”
Laughter burst between them, and Cord eased open his mouth, his tongue meeting Bruno’s as they resealed their lips for a slow, deep kiss.
As Jane watched the two men, her chest grew tight. She felt surrounded by hope and the first stirrings of love. How strange she’d thought all she needed a little hot summer sex with just one man. Two seemed the perfect number.
Chapter Five
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Jane sat flanked by both of her lovers at the wedding dinner. Sarah had arranged everything with a wink and quick hug, and then hurried off to sit beside Fernando where she remained blissfully unaware of anything but her new husband’s dark, shining gaze.
Jane sighed, happy for her friend’s good fortune, but not the least envious. She had plenty of male attention and was busy trying to deflect their playful touches and gestures. She didn’t miss the curious and covetous glances around her. Not that she could blame any of the women whose sly gazes cut their way. Bruno and Cord in tuxes were just too yummy to ignore.
Cord’s tall, broad body seemed uncomfortably encased inside his. He looked like a brawling bear, cinched and muzzled, the wildness just a button away from escaping. Bruno with his tall lean body oozed a cosmopolitan charm. For now, she possessed something to please any woman’s changing appetites.
Jane sighed as hands slid over her thighs beneath the tablecloth. Her long, sexy weekend had stretched into a luscious week. Other than a couple of 24-hour stints where the men left to work their shifts at the fire station, she’d had them all to herself. They’d strutted naked around the house for the most part, trying out various pieces of furniture, the floors, the counters…creating personal memories of each glorious inch of their home.
But the men hadn’t talked about her staying longer again, and she was worried that they might be growing bored with her. That maybe, they saw their own intimate relationship as fulfilling enough without her to bridge Cord’s unease with his newly aroused bi-curious state.
A hand smoothed up her thigh, rucking up her skirt, but she didn’t demur. Sex in public places was new the kink Bruno had suggested. So long as she wasn’t flashing anything to the rest of the room that would get them arrested, she was all right with that.
/> Fingers glided between her thighs, and she eased back in her chair. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” she breathed.
“Found a closet,” Cord ground out, his long, thick fingers scraping higher.
“Room enough for three?” Bruno murmured as he leaned closer to nip her ear.
Cord grunted. “Only if we all hold our breath.”
Bruno chuckled, his breath sifting through the curls she’d coaxed to frame her face. “Then we’ll take turns.”
Jane pulled her lips into a disgruntled frown. “Don’t I get a say?”
“Sure, who do you want first?” As always, Cord cut to the chase.
His hand gripped her thigh hard, and she shivered. She loved the fact he hadn’t any patience—not with clothing or teasing—when he was hard. Her hand slipped between his legs. “Just checking. Didn’t know if I’d have to drop a napkin under the table and get on my knees to coax you out to play.”
Cord’s chair scraped backward. “Follow us in about five minutes,” he muttered to Bruno. Then he grabbed her hand and tugged her from her chair.
Bruno’s lips curved into a silky smile. “Five minutes. Any longer and I’ll be inside whatever’s facing that door when I come in.”
Jane’s breath caught on a shocked laugh. “Hush!”
“What?” Cord grumbled, pulling her quickly through the tables. “You don’t think everyone here doesn’t know what’s going on with us?”
Her head craned behind her, catching several amused and calculating stares. When she stumbled in her heels, she hopped behind him, tugging on his hand until he slowed so she could slip off her shoes one at a time and skip behind him barefoot.
“You don’t care that they know?”
“They can wonder about the specifics, but I really don’t care.”
They entered a hallway and passed two restrooms. Cord halted in front of a janitor’s closet, looked behind them to make sure they were alone, then quickly opened the door and shoved her inside. His body crowded in behind her, forcing her to grip the shelving on the back wall or fall.
Then hands were lifting her hem, turning the pretty silk skirt inside out as it rose. Her panties ripped, fluttering down one leg. Then a hand pushed between her shoulder blades bending her forward.
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