Victoria's Secret Wish

by Piper Denna

  “Take it out, Britt,” Vic demanded.

  Did she know too? Jesus, would she quit sucking his neck to watch them? No, she was still at his neck. She just knew things. Always wanted to run the show, didn’t she? He’d see about that. He lifted up, stood, holding her around his waist. Her ass felt fine in his hands.

  “Over there.” She pointed at the carpet.

  Not in the living room, not when he was here to show them what they meant to him. He headed toward the master bedroom.

  “I said–”

  He caught her lips with his, saw her flashing green eyes. Slipped her the tongue.

  “Mmfm.” Then her eyes closed, and she kissed back. And moaned into his mouth, her hands kneading his shoulders, the back of his neck, her crotch hot and damp against him.

  Vic, Vic.

  She slid one hand down behind her, clutched his cock and balls. Oh, hell. Oh, yeah. “Over there on the floor,” she broke away to say. “Now.”

  She must have a plan, like always. Why should he mess it up? Besides, she had a pretty tight grip on his nads.

  When he stopped where she’d pointed, she slid down the front of him, and peeled his shorts down to his ankles. Naked, right in front of both of them–who were fully dressed. As she rose, trailing her tongue along the inside of one leg, he knew… He hoped… Yes. She stopped at his cock, close enough he could feel her breath on it.

  “Lie down on your back.”

  None of that kneeling in front of him, worshipping his cock. Did that mean something?

  He complied with Vic’s orders, careful to lie so he could see Britt, whose pants were off, his shirt unbuttoned. His feet bare. And yes, he had his cock in hand.

  Fire officially stoked.

  He was missing Vic’s show. She’d stripped off her clothes and now moved over him, doggie-style. Without a word, she grabbed his cock and went down. Hot, wet, tight mouth pulling, milking…her shiny-wet, musky pussy right above his face. He grasped her hips, pulled her down. Sixty-nine. Yeah, baby. Her whimper told him she liked it too. God, he wouldn’t last long. It was all so perfect–he had to think of something else so he could last this time. Think, think…pussy. Slick, hot…oh fuck, he’d never last this way.

  “Britt!” She gasped, and raised her ass.

  No way.

  Britt straddled him, too, right behind Vic. He couldn’t eat her anymore, but oh, what a show… Britt’s healthy cock sliding inside her pussy, right where his tongue had just been. Pulling out, glistening. She’d quit sucking, gripping him with her hands, one on his cock, the other on his balls. His entire world was the vision of their sexes above him, the smells, the sound of Britt slip, slipping in and out, in and out, Vic whimpering with pleasure. He wanted it to go on and on… But he felt it coming, tensed. Vic squealed and he groaned, and Britt thrust into her with a growl. As hot jets spurted across his belly, he saw Britt’s nuts suck inside, watched Vic’s legs tighten.

  When they all relaxed, he saw Vic straighten upright, turn, and kiss Britt. Heard the sound of their lips meeting, parting.

  He’d come all over himself, while they’d had sex. And when they were done, she’d kissed Britt.

  “I love you.” She whispered it to Britt, but there was no doubt she intended him to hear it, too. “I’m gonna go shower. David, it was fun. I think you’re in Room Twenty-four over at the hotel.”

  When she’d left the room, he said, “We still didn’t talk.”

  “I’d say you’ve bigger concerns just now. Like cleaning yourself up?” Britt sat on the floor, looking down at him. “Guest loo’s through there.”

  Christ, if he’d known he’d be spooging all over himself, he’d have gotten a towel or shirt or something, like when he was alone.

  Which he apparently still was.

  In the bathroom, he’d used tissues to clean up most of the mess when Britt turned on the faucet and tossed him a washcloth from a drawer.

  “You know she’s making a point, right?”

  He met Britt’s gaze in the mirror. Should be weird for him to be in there too, but he had bigger concerns. “Yeah?” Fuck, he felt all shaky, and a little sick to his stomach.

  “Which she wouldn’t do if she wasn’t mad. And she wouldn’t be mad if she didn’t care.”

  So he had hurt her. Which wasn’t good. “So now she’s made her point, she’ll be over it?” An eye for an eye.

  Britt chuckled. “Oh, I doubt it. Vic can stay angry longer than any woman I’ve known. And you’ve been instructed to leave.”

  He squeezed the extra water from the cloth and wiped his belly with it. “Does everybody follow her orders?”

  “Mostly.”

  He rested his hands on the counter and looked into the mirror at their reflection. Do you? He wanted to ask. Most of the time, Vic and Britt seemed to be in agreement. But he sensed Britt had it in him to take charge when something mattered enough.

  This mattered enough to him. And in his gut he knew, if he left tonight, it’d be for the last time.

  Vic’s shower had shut off.

  He dried his hands, then turned to Britt. “Wish me luck. I’m goin’ in.”

  Chapter 28

  Victoria sniffled and hung her wet towel on the rack, then let her hair loose from its bun. Too bad she hadn’t brought that glass of wine in with her–she could definitely use some.

  Well, that was over. She sniffled again. Maybe she’d see if Britt wanted to go downstairs and work out. A good session with weights would wear her down so she could sleep better tonight. She’d grab some workout clothes from the closet. “Hey, Britt!” She opened the bathroom door and stepped out into–

  David.

  David, still naked, and still gorgeous as ever. Damn.

  “Please tell me you’re not crying, because Britt told me if I made you cry again, he’d–”

  “I thought you were leaving.”

  He lifted his chin and his nostrils flared. Cute. And he didn’t even take a step back. Props.

  His blue eyes leveled on her. “I came here to talk to you, not to have fun.”

  He wasn’t leaving. She needed clothes. But in order to get her robe, she’d have to retreat into the bathroom. Or get past him into the bedroom closet, and he blocked the doorway quite well with that big muscley body. She’d have to tough it out. Give him the ice treatment until that cocky attitude fizzled away, until that cock of his shrunk down from the chill. Until he left again.

  She turned to her drawer and searched out her facial moisturizer.

  How could he even still be here? She hadn’t let him in their bed, she’d refused to kiss him–well, mostly–she’d excluded him enough so he could get off, but understand he was on his own…and she’d made a point of telling Britt she loved him. But still he was here. Shaking him might be a little harder than she’d planned.

  She’d start by moisturizing. Maybe the silent treatment would run him off.

  Where the hell was Britt, anyway? Couldn’t he have sent David packing? She was obviously on her own.

  David fidgeted, crossed his arms over his substantial chest. “Baby, I’m really sorry.”

  Why did her heart clench like that when he called her baby?

  “I wish I could go take back all the things I said yesterday.” The silent treatment wasn’t all that effective when the recipient made use of the airtime to campaign. “But I can’t. All I can do is apologize.”

  “No, you were right.” She set down her bottle and faced him. “You named some really good reasons for calling it quits.”

  He nodded, and stepped closer. “They are good reasons. They’re just not as important as I thought.”

  God, if he got any closer, he’d be touching her. “So you changed your mind.” This wasn’t working. It was too hard to tune him out, all naked and close like that. She turned her back to him and dug through Britt’s drawer. For something, anything… “Who’s to say you won’t change it back again in a day or two?”

  And then he was there again
st her back, warm and hard with his arms around her breasts, holding her tight. She told herself to pry his arms away, but her body melted against his. He shuddered against her. “I can’t promise forever.” His voice broke. “All I know is, this is what I want, to be with you, and Britt. Whatever that says about me, whatever it makes other people say about me, I’ll live with it.”

  “And if it ends up public knowledge?”

  “Nobody knows it for sure but us, right? Anything else is just rumors, people we don’t even know coming up with wild stories about us. And they’re gonna do that no matter what.” He twined a chunk of her hair around his fingers, tickling her breast.

  Britt was standing right outside the bathroom door; she could hear him breathing there.

  “What about Griffin?” She swallowed hard. Really should move away from him so she could think. But he was so damn warm. “He knows.”

  His arms tightened around her. “I can live with that if you can. You guys are running just as big a risk as I am. I get that now. Can’t believe I didn’t, on the ship. And I know you two never treated me like an outsider–”

  “Until tonight.”

  “Thanks for that, by the way.” He shuddered again. “Totally deserved, but pretty rough.”

  And he’d taken it like a man. Or had he? What had gone on between him and Britt when she left for the shower?

  “Look. I’m…kinda low on the learning curve where relationships are concerned.” He let go of her, and moved around to face her, taking her hands in his. “I’ve barely had a steady girlfriend long enough to figure out how things work with a couple, let alone a…”

  “Triad?” she supplied.

  “Yeah. It seems wrong to have these feelings going off in more than one direction. It’s not normal.”

  She took a deep breath. Might as well let him know up front. “If normal’s what you want, you’re in the wrong place.”

  “I thought I did. But that doesn’t matter, not as much as…fuck. Will you let me kiss you?” He did, grasping her, his lips trembling at first and then possessive, his tongue slow and deliberate. When he broke away, he rested his forehead against hers. “What if I never find anybody else I care about, like you two? I love you, baby. God, please, forgive me and let me back in.”

  In a complete reversal of how she’d felt an hour ago, she wanted to. She really did. But this wasn’t just about her. “Britt. What do you think about all this?”

  She looked in the mirror and saw Britt step around the corner, wearing his blank Lawyer Face. “It’s entirely up to you, love. But I’d like to see him dispense with all the buggered running away.” He puffed up and pulled off a very macho stance, looking straight at David, who didn’t pull away from her, but rested his chin in her hair. “I told you before, I’ll not see her hurt again.”

  Poor Britt. Leave it to him to blame himself for that. He really thought he was responsible for their well-being.

  David shuddered against her, and she looked up to find his eyes glossy. He shook his head and gulped. “I won’t. Run again, I mean.”

  “Perhaps we should set up some sort of agreement?” Britt suggested.

  “Oh, shit.” She giggled. “Here we go, Barrister Britt always has to draw up a contract.”

  Britt stepped into the bathroom, up against her back. “I think a verbal one will suffice. Something along the lines of, if any one of us, at any time, feels dissatisfied with the arrangement–the arrangement of course, being our mutual, yet exclusive, er…polygamous? relationship–then that person need only voice their concerns to the other two, and they’ll be addressed in a respectful manner.”

  David wrinkled his brow and half closed his eyes.

  “He means there’s no right or wrong,” she explained. “Just be honest about your feelings.”

  “Oh.” David snuffled. “Yeah. I second the motion.”

  She wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. “All right then. Let’s do this thing.” She stretched up to kiss him, finally with no reservations. Britt pressed warm and oh, so hard, against her back, nuzzling under her hair, David’s hand sliding down her back between her and Britt, fire searing her veins at the thought of him touching Britt again. Oh, they had so many new things ahead of them. And for now, so much heat and love surrounding her… David, smooth and taut at her front, one hand now moving to her hip, and then up to her shoulder, Britt, fuzzy with hair but just as firm, caressing with his hands, one up along her arm to twine fingers with her behind David’s head, and the other, making her breath catch when he tangled fingers with David at her shoulder.

  They’d figure it out.

  About Piper Denna

  http://www.lyricalpress.com/store/index.php?main_page=authors&authors_id=18

  Romance is sexy. And often funny, and sometimes tangled up with suspense. Let’s face it: all sorts of things get mixed up with romance in real life.

  Piper Denna’s stories are not cut-and-dried romance. She wants her characters to deal with issues female readers can relate to: independence and trust, empowerment, inhibitions, an unfaithful partner, motherhood. Sometimes her characters make mistakes and often her “bad guys” are not 100% bad. Mostly she wants to take the reader on an emotional journey to a happy ending…with a few enviable sexual encounters along the way.

  When she’s not writing, she edits, raises two teens along with her husband, and has an evil day job.

  She enjoys books–or movies–with a comedic twist and hopefully a love story with lots of tension, too.

  Sexiest parts of a man in Piper’s opinion? The hands and eyes. Shoulders are nice too, and of course, great pecs are never amiss…

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  Book 1: Fantasy Mountain

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