by Lynn Tyler
Liam took a step back, and the sudden rush of air was cold on her back. “We’d better stop now,” Liam said, his accent thick.
Nick straightened and nodded. “We want you too much,” he explained. “We want to do this slowly.”
Lindsay had to smile at the way Nick practically choked on the last word. She doubted Nick ever took anything slow. Her suspicion was confirmed when he muttered something about dying of frustration. Smothering a giggle, she wiggled her fingers in a wave. “I’ve really got to go home now,” she said with a grin.
Waggling his eyebrows suggestively, Liam grabbed her wrist and spun her around so that she faced him. “In a rush to get home and take the edge off?” he asked wickedly.
Oh no. She wasn’t going to let him embarrass her now. She could give it as good as she could take it. “Yep. My vibrator and I have a hot date. What about you two? Are the two of you going to run upstairs and have hot, sweaty sex the minute I drive away?” She shot them a wink and a salacious smirk.
Liam’s mouth dropped open, and a dusky flush crept over his face. Laughing, Nick wound his arm around Liam’s hips and cupped his crotch. “Why yes, yes we are,” he said conversationally as he fondled the other man through his pants. “And we’ll be imagining you between us the whole time.”
Lindsay’s cheeks heated, and Nick laughed again, clearly delighted that both of them blushed so easily. He let go of Liam, seized her and gave her a brief, hard kiss. “You’d better go before we decide to forget our decision to take things slowly.”
Her pussy flooded again, but Nick was right. She wasn’t quite ready to take on the two of them. She slipped on her shoes and smiled shakily when the two men escorted her to her car. “Call us when you get home,” Liam said. He waited until she nodded before shutting her car door.
Oh lordy, she needed to get home quickly. The sight of Nick fondling Liam had her hot and bothered and led to her imagining them naked, in bed, and doing things that got her even hotter and more bothered. Her little silver bullet was going to get a workout tonight. Maybe she should invest in a battery company.
Chapter 5
The nervous anticipation that had plagued Lindsay all day evaporated in the face of Nick’s easy-going company. Sitting across from him in the semi-quiet corner of the sports bar he’d taken her to, her hand held securely by his, Lindsay was shocked at how natural the whole situation felt. Even the flirty phone call from Liam halfway through dinner felt normal.
Working their way through an enormous brownie sundae, Lindsay gathered the courage to ask the one prominent question on her mind. “So…what are your intentions?” she blurted. Oh god, she sounded like an idiot. All she had to do was add the “toward my daughter” and she could have been a father grilling his precious baby’s first boyfriend. Not that her dad would have bothered to grill any dates, never mind the fact that she had never gone a date while she had been living at him. But still.
Nick’s eyes widened slightly at her bald question, but otherwise he showed no reaction. “My intentions or our intentions?” he asked, clearly meaning him and Liam.
Glad he was taking her question seriously, she squeezed his hand appreciatively. “Both.”
Smiling tenderly, Nick turned his hand so they were palm to palm and laced his fingers through hers. “Liam and I have been looking for another permanent partner for a while now,” he said quietly. “We think that partner might be you.”
Lindsay’s stomach flipped over with a healthy dose of fear. Permanent partner. That meant being with them openly. Being seen with both of them in public. Together. Given at how physically affectionate both men seemed to be, there would be little chance of hiding their relationship. God, the scandal it would cause. The gossip. Lindsay’s life had already been ruined by scandal and gossip once. She didn’t know if she could survive it again.
As if sensing her sudden hesitation and imminent withdrawal, Nick plowed on. “For tonight, well, tonight my intentions pretty much center on getting you to invite me in and letting me kiss you senseless.” He rubbed the inside of her wrist with his thumb enticingly as he smiled at her hopefully, his dark eyes sparkling at her.
The sick dread that had been growing by leaps and bounds was immediately eclipsed by a flood of lust. Dismissing her anxiety temporarily, she put down her spoon and pushed away the sundae. “Well, you’ve convinced me,” she said brazenly. “Take me home, good sir.”
The drive to her apartment complex went by quickly, and with each passing block, Lindsay found it harder and harder to quell her growing apprehension. When she used her key to let them in the complex’s secured door, her hand shook visibly. A single glance in the elevator’s warped mirror showed a pale, wide-eyed woman who looked like she was on the edge of some kind of breakdown.
By the time they got to her unit, her hands were shaking so hard she could barely get the key in the lock. Nick saved her the trouble, taking the key from her nerveless fingers, and opened the door before nudging her inside.
She concentrated on taking her coat off while she tried to gather herself back together. Holy Hannah, should she offer him coffee? Wine? She was totally out of her element. Turning to Nick, Lindsay took a sudden step back, startled by the burning intensity in his expression. “Any chance I could talk you into that kiss?”
At her mute nod, he moved in slowly, carefully, completely at odds with the urgent hunger reflected on his face. He cupped her chin and touched her mouth softly, running his thumb across her lower lip. She flicked out her tongue and licked the tip of his thumb quickly, astonished by her own boldness.
Nick’s eyes flared, the pupils dilating suddenly. Breathing hard, he kissed her, a string of short, deep, demanding kisses that left them both breathless and aching.
Lips tingling, Lindsay stared up at Nick. His pulse pounded visibly in his throat, and his lust was clearly printed across his face. He looked so good standing there, so deliciously aroused. Throwing caution to the wind, she used his tie to drag him down and attacked his neck with small love bites followed by soothing strokes of her tongue.
A sound rose from his chest, a purr almost, and he gathered her closer. Her legs left the floor, and she vaguely realized he was lifting her against him. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lindsay hoisted herself higher so that she could reach his mouth. He kissed her fiercely, his tongue darting in and out, exploring deeply and generally bossing her own tongue around with expertise. It took her a second to grasp that Nick was moving, the action causing her pelvis to rub against his hard abs. “Need to get to the couch,” he mumbled against her mouth.
She used the opportunity to nibble on his ear, biting down and pulling on the lobe gently, smiling when he shivered and massaged her butt. So his ears were a hot spot. She filed that bit of information away as she busily worked on loosening his tie. He dropped her on the couch with a plop and ripped the tie off, flinging it over his shoulder. Before she could utter a word of protest against his actions, he sat down next to her and pulled her over him so that she straddled his lap.
They made out like teenagers for what seemed like hours, shifting and sliding against each other with abandon. Somewhere along the line their clothing had disappeared until she was clad only in her blue lace bra, matching panties, stay-up stockings and heels. “Oh god, baby. If I’d have known what you were wearing under your sweater and skirt, I would have died.”
Nick was down to his underwear himself, black cotton briefs that were currently tented by an impressive erection. Nick defined masculine beauty. His body was long and lean, the muscles well defined.
Gold hoops dangled from his nipples as he stood before her, and he moaned when she touched one softly with the tip of her finger. Well, he obviously liked that. Nick was a study in dichotomies. On the outside, he appeared to be straitlaced and conservative. Strip him down and he was all rebel, complete with piercings and a tattoo peeking out from his underwear.
God, she just wanted to lap him up. Bending, Lindsay took one ring in her mo
uth, tugging on it gently with her teeth before lapping at the nipple. She used her hand to pull and twist the ring gently, thrilled with the growl the action elicited. “Lindsay…you need to stop.” He groaned again when she played with the rings more aggressively. He caught her hands in his and pressed them to his chest. “Listen, baby. That feels too good. You need to slow down and let me take over. I promise, you won’t be disappointed.”
She acquiesced, letting go of his nipple rings and cupping his face in both palms. “Okay,” she murmured, staring into his fathomless dark eyes, “I trust you.”
“Thank you.” Nick positioned her so she straddled his hips again and cupped the back of her neck, tugging her down for a kiss. He took her mouth by storm, using his lips, tongue, and teeth until she forgot about kissing him back and just let him take her where he wanted them to go.
He moved his lips to her ear, sucking on her lobe for a second before nuzzling into her jaw. Lindsay tilted her head back, baring her throat, and twined her fingers in his hair as he nipped at the delicate tendon just under her ear and down the side of her neck. She was creaming so hard and fast she was sure Nick would be able to feel it through their underwear. She had never gotten this wet, this ready, so quickly in all her life. Hell, not even her favorite vibrator was able to get her this hot.
Mouthing her nipple through the lace, alternately sucking and biting, Nick grabbed her hips and rocked her against him. Her hypersensitive clit rubbed directly against the ridge of his cock at just the right angle causing a series of detonations to explode at the base of her spine. Lindsay cried out, her whole body shuddering as the spasms of her orgasm thundered through her.
Nick’s fingers tightened on her waist, and he pumped his hips urgently against hers. The look of agonized ecstasy and the way he said her name, as if he were uttering a prayer, drew out her climax until it was impossibly long.
She collapsed into him, burying her face against his throat, and floated on the blissed-out, postorgasmic feeling. This must be what drug addicts felt after a fix. Oh, god. If being with Nick was this intense, being with the both of them would kill her. But at least she’d die with a smile on her face.
* * * *
Nick closed his eyes and ran his hands down Lindsay’s spine as she relaxed into him. He hadn’t meant to take things this far, but it had been all he could do to keep his dick in his briefs when he’d felt the scalding-hot cream of Lindsay’s orgasm soak through both of their underwear. He had ended up coming in his shorts instead, something he hadn’t done since he was sixteen. Liam would have a heyday when he found out. And he would find out because there was no fucking way he could keep how damn hot Lindsay was to himself.
The cooling mess between his legs spurred him to action. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get cleaned up.” He chuckled when all she did was murmur a sleepy protest and cuddle closer like a drowsy kitten. As much as he loved cuddling with this particular kitten, he didn’t relish the idea of peeling off his underwear once his spunk had dried.
Gently lifting her off him, he bundled her in a blanket that had been draped across the back of the couch and settled her against the cushions. “You just sit tight, kitten. Let me take care of things.”
Nick wandered to the back of the apartment toward the bedroom and bathroom. A quick stop in the bedroom to gather a silk robe and a trip to the bathroom for a warm, wet cloth provided everything he needed.
Lindsay was still sitting in the same position when he got back, her head leaning against the couch and a sleepy little grin curving her lips. A jolt of satisfaction shot through him. He loved the knowledge that he had put that satisfied smile on her mouth. It was as good as the look on Liam’s face when Nick completely fucked him out.
She sat docilely as Nick unwound the blanket from around her shoulders but jumped when he stripped off her sodden panties. “Relax,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her. “I’m just going to clean both of us up.”
The sweet scent of feminine arousal and the creamy proof of her climax clung to the lace, and he dropped them on the floor before he could stuff them in his pocket. That would look too weird. Instead, he lifted the cloth between her legs and began cleaning her gently. He started with her thighs, laying soft kisses on the inside of each thigh between strokes. Moving slowly, he stroked one cloth-covered finger over her puffy labia, marveling at how pink she was. How perfect she was. He continued his ministrations carefully, only looking up when a tiny moan sounded from above. “Sensitive?”
“Yes,” she said tightly, her eyes closing.
“Good sensitive or bad?” Nick asked, fervently hoping it was the former.
“Good…oh…very good,” she gasped. “Ooohhh, you’d better stop.”
The nub of her clit flexed once and promptly swelled from under its hood, totally at odds with her words. “Your pretty little clit doesn’t think I should stop.”
The nubbin twitched again, and Nick imagined that it was begging, pleading for his attention. He used his fingers to part her lips and gazed at her, smiling when she spoke up. “Yes, well, my clitoris is not the boss. And I really need to get some sleep.”
The defiant tone of her voice turned Nick on immensely. He loved a challenge. “But if I stop now, you’ll be too turned on to sleep. Let me take care of you.” Glancing up at her again, Nick plowed straight on. “If I fingered you right now, would it be uncomfortable or could you come?”
Lindsay blushed to the roots of her hair but tilted her head rebelliously. He almost stopped when he didn’t get an answer. Would have stopped. Except she let her legs fall apart a little more, inviting him to take what he wanted. “Fuck, kitten, that’s a beautiful sight.”
He used the fingers of his left hand to keep her lips apart, fully exposing the bud of her clit. Using just the tip of his right index finger, he pulled the hood down over the obviously responsive knot of nerves and massaged her slowly.
Even though Nick had just come, and come hard at that, his dick rose to the occasion. He pulled the waistband of his briefs over his erection and under his balls to relieve some of the discomfort. His prick slapped against his belly, weeping pre-cum steadily. But this was for Lindsay.
Motivated only by the thought of making her feel good, he sped up the grind of his finger and rubbed her harder. He glanced up the length of her body, and his dick jumped at the sight. Lindsay’s head was thrown back, her hair spread out down and around her shoulders. The back of her hand was pressed against her mouth, the other fisted in the blanket. “Come for me, Lindsay,” he ordered. “Now!”
Lindsay’s body obeyed, and she pushed her hips up into his hand before freezing. Nick pressed harder and was rewarded by the feel of her bud throbbing and pulsing against his fingertip.
Nick’s balls ached, and an orgasm was literally poised at the tip of his rock-hard erection. All it would take was one stroke of his hand and he would be spurting again, but he ignored his body’s demands and rubbed Lindsay’s thighs soothingly, helping her back to reality gently.
Lindsay’s body went slack suddenly, pleasured into exhaustion. He stood up, shedding his wet underwear, and lifted her into his arms. Carrying her to the bedroom, he laid her down, removed her bra, heels and stockings, and tucked the sheets around her.
Glancing at the digital clock beside her bed, he was surprised to see that it was almost four in the morning. He didn’t have a key to lock the deadbolt behind him, and whether she knew it or not, she had become their woman and there was no damned way he would leave her without the basic protection of a deadbolt. Speaking of which, he would have to look into getting a security system set up.
Since there was no way he would leave without locking the door and since he couldn’t stand the thought of waking her, he would spend the night. And since she hadn’t invited him to sleep in her bed, the couch would have to do. Liam got off his shift at seven, just a few hours from now. Nick would sleep for a couple of hours then wake Lindsay up before he went home to spend a rare free Saturday with hi
s partner.
Foregoing his messy briefs, Nick pulled on his pants, plopped onto the couch, and closed his eyes, idly imagining Lindsay’s sleepy, warm body cuddled between himself and Liam.
He shifted in an attempt to get more comfortable and the fantasy shifted from her just being between them to Lindsay between them on their large California king mattress. The couch was a full foot shorter than his six-plus-foot frame and was lumpy as hell.
After thirty frustrating minutes of trying to get comfortable, he gave up and sat up.
A stack of DVDs caught his eye, and he wandered over to inspect her collection, utterly delighted with what he found. Foreign films, the kind Liam loved so much, were interspersed with Hollywood blockbusters. Cheesy horror flicks, ’80s cult classics, chick flicks, hell, even a few of Don Cherry’s Rock ’Em, Sock ’Em videos were mixed in there.
Nick felt a grin break out across his face when he caught sight of a flick he hadn’t seen in years. In fact, nobody outside of Canada had probably ever seen it. Strange Brew was definitely a Canadian classic. He popped it in and settled down to watch two hours of Bob and Doug McKenzie trying to save Kitchener-Waterloo’s Oktoberfest.
Chapter 6
By the time the movie ended, it was close to seven and Nick had to suppress the strange urge to phone Liam purely to call him a hoser. Ah, SCTV at its finest. Liam never had understood how damn funny SCTV was, and he was glad to finally have someone to share it with.
He crept into Lindsay’s room and kissed her awake. “Do you have to work today?”
Lindsay buried her face farther into the pillow and flopped onto her belly, arms and legs akimbo. Nick chuckled and crawled into the small strip of bed she had left for him. He and Liam would have to get a bigger bed if she usually slept like this.
