She let out a disbelieving laugh. “You want to talk about the book at a time like this?”
Looking her in the eyes he said, “It’s important to you, so it’s important to us.” He slipped the next button free of its hole. Her breath hitched.
She didn’t want to talk, not about the book, not about anything. She wanted someone’s mouth covering hers, preventing all speech. She wanted to suck on a tongue and feel the thick length of a cock gliding into her pussy, which was wet and ready.
She licked her lips. Steve’s gaze dropped to her mouth and then flitted back to her eyes. Shadows danced across the walls and changed his expression from interested to hungry. An illusion? Opening her third button revealed her breasts and the top of her sexiest bra. He brushed the backs of his fingers along the curves. Down the hall, a door closed and the singing janitor came one room closer, a different song on his lips.
“The book is fine. I’ve finished a chapter. And a ton of research. You two don’t fit the mold.”
Beau chuckled. “We never have. Does the administration know you’re writing this book?”
“No.”
“Good. Let’s keep our involvement our secret for now.” He took her shoulders and turned her. Then, in one swift movement, he ripped her blouse open the rest of the way. Buttons scattered. Beau ran his hands over her torso, up over her breasts and down over her waist.
Leah sucked in her breath at his overpowering command of her body. The musky scent of arousal overcame the chemical scent. Beau stared at her, his nostrils flared, and she knew he took in the smell of her desire.
He unhooked the front closure of her bra and splayed his hands across her breasts. She arched her back and let her blouse and bra slide off her shoulders.
Steve stepped forward so that her back came up against his chest. Whispering in her ear he said, “Did you wear panties?”
“Yes. I–I thought we were going out.”
He pulled her skirt above her waist and slid his hand beneath the waistband of her underwear. “You’re wet.”
“Always, around you and Beau.”
“That’s our girl.” He stroked her clit until she moaned in need. Gripping her waist, he held her steady while Beau removed her panties. “Put your foot up on the table,” Steve said.
Beau dropped to his knees and squeezed her butt cheeks, bringing her pussy to his mouth. Soft lips nuzzled her slit and his tongue flicked back and forth across the entrance to her pussy. Using Steve for support, she rocked her hips, encouraging Beau to lick. When he teased her clit, she let loose with a roaring climax. Steve turned her head and swallowed her cry with a deep kiss. When he used one hand to pinch her nipple, she came again. Beau lapped at her, punishing her with his tongue and lips.
Her skirt dropped over her legs when Beau stood, but her convulsions continued, with Steve’s hands on her breasts and his tongue in her mouth.
“Let’s get rid of this skirt,” Beau said. She lowered her leg. He placed her hand on his cock, already sheathed in a condom, then he took charge of supporting her body while Steve unzipped her skirt and let it fall. She stood naked, but except for his cock, Beau was still dressed. It didn’t matter as long as his cock was free. In fact, the whole naked-woman-dressed-men-having-sex thing was something of a turn-on. It fit the wicked scenario of being someplace they shouldn’t be, doing something they shouldn’t be doing.
“Can you walk a few steps?” Steve asked. “We’re moving out of the direct light.” His cock pressed her behind. He must have turned down the flame on the burner, because it flickered, rather than glowed.
Unsteady as she was, Leah allowed them to half carry her a few feet away to the next desk. Then they turned her. To her left, along the wall, the stainless steel door to a large cabinet was polished to a high luster. The men stared at her, their gazes reflected in the shine. As the burner flame ebbed and flowed back to life, their bodies were alternately cast in shadow and light. It threw the light in a strange way. Their reflections seemed to waver, like in a fun house. But when Steve rimmed her ass with cream and eased his cock inside, and then Beau’s long cock disappeared into her pussy, no one would have mistaken what they were doing.
“God damn,” Beau said in a harsh voice. “This is fucking amazing. Look at you, so beautiful, so alive, being fucked by us.”
Leah couldn’t force her gaze away. Steve moved his hips forward and his cock glided into her ass. Beau flexed his hips and invaded her pussy. One of his shirt buttons caught her nipple and then scraped over it. The pain it caused was immediately swamped by a burst of pleasure when his cock rubbed her clit.
“Oh, God,” she groaned.
“Come for us, baby,” Steve muttered into her ear. “Fucking come for us.”
As though following orders, she did just that, her nerve endings exploding with the vision of her two men so deep inside her. Still they plundered her, on and on, until she thought she couldn’t take any more. Then she thought she’d die if they stopped.
They came together, freezing in place and holding so still she felt their cocks beating within her body. Completion fought with contentment as she re-entered the atmosphere from her orgasmic orbit. Beau took her lips, then Steve turned her so that he could kiss her. Beau took control again before Steve wrested her back to his mouth.
When they finally withdrew, she could have no more stood on her own than flown to the moon. Beau set her on the desk. They disposed of their condoms in a plastic sandwich bag Beau pulled from his pocket. Steve retrieved her underwear and slipped them over her feet and up to her calves.
“You came prepared.” Even talking seemed a strain. Her body had no will to do anything other than sleep at the moment.
“I was a Boy Scout,” he said with a grin. His dimples looked even deeper in the flickering shadows. He helped her stand and pulled her underwear up. Between them, the men dressed her, tucking in her blouse where the buttons were missing. Steve stuffed her bra in his pocket.
Adjusting the needle valve doused the light. Steve turned another valve and disconnected the tube running from the gas inlet to the gas jet. The janitor closed the door next to theirs. His singing came clearly through the door from the hallway.
“Come on,” Steve said, taking her hand. They reached the door just as the handle was being turned from the outside. Steve pulled it open. “Hello, Mr. Washington.”
An older black man stepped back in surprise. In seconds, he took in the threesome and the dark room behind them. Leah prayed this gentleman didn’t recognize her as a faculty member.
The man nodded. “Hello, Mr. Hardin. A late lab again tonight?”
Steve gave a slight smile. “A little experiment.” He ushered Leah and Beau into the hallway.
“I hope it was successful?”
“Very successful, thanks. And, uh, Mr. Washington, if you happen to find a few buttons, will you put them on that farthest desk?”
The janitor tilted his head and smiled. “Yes, sir. I’ll do that.”
“Thank you. Have a good evening.”
They left the building at a leisurely pace, but when they exited into the night, Leah buried her face in her hands and shook her head.
“Honey,” Beau said, worry in his voice. “Are you okay? I mean, I know I said we wouldn’t get caught, but it’ll be okay.”
“Mr. Washington and I are friends,” Steve said. “When I have late labs some nights, he and I share a cup of coffee. He’s not going to turn us in.”
It wasn’t until she lifted her head that they could see she was stifling laughter. In all her years as a student, she had never done anything nearly so wild. As a professor, she was discovering her inner mischievous child.
“That was the most amazing fucking thing I have done since getting naked with you in bed,” she told Steve.
“So you’re not upset?” Beau studied her in the dim light from the building security light.
“Let’s go home. I thought I wanted to sleep, but I think I want to do something e
lse.”
The two men grinned at each other. Steve took her hand and led her to Beau’s Jeep. “And I have an idea what.”
* * * *
Three weeks later, Leah dropped her purse and briefcase on her desk. Then she dropped into her chair, exhausted but exhilarated, too. She had just mailed her book proposal off to Whitestone and Martin Publishing, and she had a very good feeling about their reactions. Having provided thorough research regarding the male persona and how it reacts when setting barriers and protecting sexual rights to a woman they’ve claimed, she then laid out the theory that there are men who can share rights—to a limit.
“Leah, may I talk with you a moment?” Charles Little stuck his head into the room.
“Charles! It’s been a while. How are you?”
“I’m fine, thank you. How are you?”
She couldn’t help the smile she was sure covered her face. “Better than ever. Sit down. I have a few minutes before class.”
He took the chair before her desk, straightening his vest and then pulling his jacket closed in the front. “I wondered if you were still, uh, seeing those men.”
Over the last few weeks, she had been with Steve and Beau almost constantly. They had sex frequently, together and separately. Each experience held a place in her heart, for both men put her satisfaction as their highest priority. She felt thoroughly used and very happy. But though Beau and Steve shared openly and completely with each other, they had made it clear that they would not share her with anyone else. In that they were like any other man—proprietary and protective.
That was also part of her book, and she had copious notes on comments they’d made and looks they’d shared when they thought a man took too many liberties with her. She felt safe and pampered and more satisfied than she’d ever imagined she could be.
“Yes, I’m still seeing them,” she said on a sigh. “I mean, we’ve all been busy this past week, so not so much. Why do you ask?”
“But you aren’t seeing them this weekend.” He said it matter-of-factly.
“Well, no. They’ve left to go off somewhere. Personal business.” They had probably said where they were going at some point, but somehow the information had slipped by her. There was too much on her mind, too much going on. Too much sexual haze.
In fact, her satisfaction with the turns her life had taken even extended to the day. It was Friday. Steve and Beau would be gone until late Sunday night, so she had the whole weekend to herself. Spending practically every waking moment with the two of them took its toll. She needed time to recharge and rest up for when they returned. She planned to drive into Charlottesville and do a little shopping for some sexy new underwear. She planned to tell them when they came home that she had decided to dispense with using condoms, except for anal sex. She knew that would please them, and personally, she couldn’t wait to be truly skin to skin with them.
“I can’t believe it.” Charles straightened his glasses before grasping the arms of the chair. “Even now? How could you rebuke our ideals so easily?”
“Charles, what are you talking about? I had a reason for wanting to sleep with two men, and I have a reason to want to be with Beau and Steve.” It was none of Charles’s business that what had started as pure lust and a desire to be published had turned into something much deeper. She loved the men. Both of them. She hoped never to be without either of them in her life.
“The military establishment, Leah.” Suddenly his eyes widened and he looked at her with a smile. He snapped his fingers. “That’s it! Those bastards didn’t tell you where they were going!”
A worry niggled the back of her mind. “Charles, just tell me what you’re talking about.”
“Your lovers are off to war games this weekend. They never left the Marine Corps.”
Chapter Fifteen
“Ready?” Steve called from the driver side of the car.
Beau tossed his duffel bag into the trunk of Steve’s Camaro and slammed the lid. “Let’s go.” Steve started the engine.
Beau walked to the passenger side and had just opened the door when Leah pulled into the drive and blocked their exit. When she climbed out she looked angry. Smiling, he closed the Camaro’s door and strode toward her.
“Hi. We didn’t expect to see you today.” She looked ready to cry. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He tried to take her into his arms, but she slapped his arm away.
“You lied to me!”
“What? What are you talking about?” He turned to Steve, shrugging his shoulders and lifting his hands in an I-don’t-know-what-the-fuck-is-going-on-here gesture. Steve killed the Camaro’s engine and joined them.
“Leah, what’s going on?”
She pointed to Beau and then to Steve, her finger accusingly moving from their heads in field caps to their feet in boots. They were dressed for field games in fatigues. Why would that have her upset?
“You look like you’re still in the Marine Corps. You said you were out.”
Steve shot him a look that had caution written all over it. “We never said we were out of the Corps. We’re in school, but until a few weeks ago, we were still attached. Now we’re in the reserves. Is there a problem?”
“I can’t—I can’t possibly—be in love with two men who are in the military. Huh-uh.” She planted her hands on her hips and turned away from them.
“Why not?” Steve’s tone was sharp, but effective in making her face them again.
“Because you follow orders like sheep. You do horrible things to innocent women and children, you—”
“Bullshit!” Steve spread his legs in fighter stance. His fists were balled at his side. Beau had seen him like this plenty of times, and often the results weren’t pretty.
“Let’s all calm down here,” he said. “Leah, where did you hear all this shit? The news? Protest groups?”
“I was in a protest group. And we heard plenty of what went on over there.”
“You were a protester? I fell in love with a protester? Why the hell didn’t you say so before I fucked you?” Steve’s face had turned crimson with rage. Something had to be done, and fast.
“Let’s go inside,” Beau pled. Let’s just talk this through.”
Steve, lips tight and face a study in thunderstorms, checked his watch. “We have two hours before we need to report. I can give you ten minutes.”
“That’s nine minutes more than I will need,” she said back. Then she marched past Beau and to the front door of the house.
Beau shook his head, touched Steve’s arm to tell him to come, too, and followed her. When he opened the door, Leah entered first and went straight for the breakfast bar.
“This is the first time I’ve seen you that I didn’t want you beneath me in bed,” Steve ground out.
“Funny, but I can’t say that about you,” she said.
Beau had had enough. “Both of you shut the fuck up or we’ll never get to the bottom of this.” They looked at him, Steve with relief of sorts showing in his eyes and Leah in shock. “Now, Leah. You’ve been handed a load of shit about what it was like in ‘Nam.”
“Really.” She gave the single word a world of attitude.
“Yes, really. Do Steve and I seem like the kind of guys who would shoot up a village and kill women and children?”
She took a deep breath and thought a minute. “No. But others did.”
“Maybe,” Beau allowed in a quiet voice. “It’s hard to say what happens to a man when he’s been in war. But we did not. Are you going to hold speculation about others against us?”
“Protesters got guys killed.” Steve walked behind the counter and placed both hands on the counter in order to lean toward her.
She sucked in a breath. “We did not.”
“You did. You showed the enemy that you were on their side. You showed us that we didn’t have a country behind us. It made us weary and them emboldened. You did that.”
“We helped end the war early!”
“You helped us end in
defeat! Because of you, we came home to a country that hates us!”
“I don’t hate you. I love you.” Tears streamed down her face. “But you’re still warriors, and I can’t… I can’t find a way to forgive that.”
Beau’s heart broke. They had spent so much time in each other’s arms, and they hadn’t really known each other at all. “We’ll always be warriors, Leah. We thought you knew. It’s who we are.” He placed his hands gently on her shoulders and squeezed.
“Then I can’t see you again.”
Silence hung like a veil in the room. Steve sliced through it with his next words. “Then I guess you should leave.”
Nodding, she stood. She turned and walked out the door without a backward glance. When the sound of her Datsun faded, Steve looked at Beau. “What the fuck do we do now? I loved her.”
Beau sank onto the stool Leah had just vacated. “You still love her. I do, too. But Steve, you have to find a way to forget some of the past. If you let your perception of what went on here at home while we were in another country, it will eat you up.”
Steve’s mouth formed a thin line again. “Me. What about her?” He stomped out of the house. Seconds later, the Camaro’s engine sprang to life and the horn blew.
Beau had to laugh. Steve and Leah would always be sparring, one pushing the other to the limit. But they loved each other, of that he was certain. And as long as that was true, they would find a way through this mess.
* * * *
Two weeks had dragged by. This time when Steve Hardin broke her heart he hadn’t come to apologize or send flowers. In fact, she had heard nothing from Steve at all. Beau called every day, leaving a message on her home answering machine telling her briefly how they were and what they were doing. She rushed home at the end of each day to hear his voice and touch them in that small way. For her part, she had maintained her distance and silence.
Leah hadn’t seen Charles, either. He hadn’t flinched when telling her the information that led to her unhappiness. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing what his interference had done to her.
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