Just What She Wants

by Barbara Elsborg

  Bath bombs fizzed and bubbled in her stomach, making her sick with fear and excitement.

  “The dark room is exactly what it sounds like,” Kyle said. “A room with no lights.”

  “I won’t know who’s touching me,” she said.

  “Yeah, you will. My cock’s much bigger,” Marc whispered in her ear.

  Kyle laughed. “So’s his head.” His eyes sparkled. No pain in them now.

  Indie exhaled. She already knew how fleeting happiness could be. A year ago she’d been swept from the highest point she’d ever been to the lowest and she’d survived. A little damaged but still hoping.

  She stood. “Okay. Now, before I turn into a chicken.”

  Marc jumped up with a grin on his face. Kyle rose more slowly, favoring his leg. She walked between them, holding their hands, trying very hard not think too much. It was as though she was preparing to go on the scariest rollercoaster in the park, knowing it would be fun but aware she’d be screaming in terror the whole way around. Only once she got off, she’d want to do it all over again.

  Probably.

  “Nothing you don’t want, okay?” Marc said. “One word and we stop at any point.”

  “What word? You mean like a safe word? Like…pineapple?”

  He sniggered. “I meant the word ‘no,’ but we can use pineapple if you like.”

  “God, no, I’d forget and yell pomegranate or something. Er…can I see inside before we go in?” To check for instruments of torture.

  “Of course you can.” Kyle pulled keys from his pocket and unlocked a villa.

  Her heart beat so loud and fast she thought they must be able to hear it. They stood by the entrance, waiting, and she looked from Marc’s excited face to Kyle’s dark, slightly troubled one and then she walked into the gloomy hallway.

  The sound of a bolt sliding behind her made her spin round.

  “Don’t worry,” Marc said. “Just means we won’t be disturbed. If you need the bathroom, it’s there.” He nodded to a door. “The dark room.” He opened the door opposite and switched on the light.

  She peeked inside. No chains or whips. The whole floor was a huge mattress covered by a blue sheet. Pillows and towels had been neatly piled in one corner next to a wicker basket filled with foil packets and lube. There were windows, but they’d been covered up.

  “Do we…get undressed before we go in?” she asked.

  “No, it’s part of the fun, undressing each other.” Marc smiled at her. “Yes or no?”

  She put her purse down in the hallway and stepped in.

  And immediately wanted to step out again but the guys stood right behind her, their hands on her butt, their breaths hitting her neck. Heat and moisture seeped into her panties. Oh damn.

  The door closed. The light went off and three sighs followed.

  Indie crouched down and scuttled toward the far wall. “Hide and seek. Count to a hundred.” She was so nervous she couldn’t swallow.

  The guys laughed.

  “Hey, I could be spider woman and currently on the ceiling,” she said. “Start up there.”

  Almost immediately a hand snagged her ankle, tugged, and she slithered onto her back.

  “What a crap hiding place,” Marc whispered. “Right in front of me.”

  He buried his head into the crook of her shoulder. She could tell it was him by the sound of his heavy breathing. So it must be Kyle taking off her sandals and then—oh wow—kissing her toes, nibbling up her leg. Flashes of heat shot into her belly like fiery arrows and a whimper escaped. Thank God and Lisa I waxed and buffed and polished from head to toe before I got on the plane.

  Marc nuzzled her neck, his lips drifting over her chin to her mouth. “You are so cute. You smell like roses. You taste like sugar.”

  He brushed her lips with his, his tongue snaking across to wet them and then he kissed her. She thought her head would explode with longing. Fire raced along her veins and the muscles of her sex contracted. His kiss was slow and gentle, his tongue trailing over the front of her teeth and then the back, drifting across her upper palate before he changed the angle of his head to kiss her more deeply. As she kissed him, he slid his hand down the front of her dress to cup her breast and groaned into her mouth. Kyle’s head and fingers slipped under the bottom of her dress, and she lost the ability to think.

  Dimly aware of her clothes being removed, she reached for the guys’ shirts, fumbling for buttons in the darkness. She had her eyes wide open but could see nothing, only hear and feel and smell. They were all arms and legs as they tugged at clothing, laughing as they became tangled with each other.

  “Mmm breasts. That must be you, Kyle,” Marc said.

  She laughed as Kyle growled.

  Their hands caressed her everywhere, and she couldn’t get enough of touching them. She licked Kyle’s nipple and he hissed. His firm, smooth chest rose and fell under her fingers, and his abs tensed as she let her hand drift lower.

  Oh God, no hair, but a big, hot, hard cock. When she rubbed her thumb over the crest, it came away wet and she lifted her hand to her mouth.

  “You taste good,” she whispered. “Kiss me?”

  And suddenly, he reared away.

  Oh shit. What have I done? Indie had no idea what the problem was, but then suddenly she did. This wasn’t about anything other than fucking. No emotional attachment allowed, not even for one night, only a matter of getting each other off as many times as they could. Even Marc’s kiss soured in her mind. They didn’t care at all, not one little bit and it was too much for her to take.

  The last of her courage had been used up walking in here. She could feel the silky material of her dress under her foot and squirmed down to grab it. Marc muttered to Kyle, but she fumbled for the door, grabbed her purse and fled, tugging her dress over her head. Neither guy came after her as she pulled back the bolt and ran to Orchid Villa, her cheeks flaming. If anyone tried to stop her, she’d scream.

  No one did and once inside, she collapsed, the pain in her chest almost enough to make her think she was having a heart attack. In a way, she was.

  Chapter Four

  Marc switched on the light, and Kyle winced at the brightness, his body tense with pain, his stomach churning with anxiety.

  “What the fuck was that about?” Marc snapped.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t tell me you’re fucking sorry. Couldn’t you have kissed her? How hard could it be?”

  Kyle looked up at him. “I was scared, okay?” He dragged his clothes closer.

  He dropped down at his side. “Scared of what?”

  “Of caring too much, wanting too much, hurting people.”

  Marc pulled the clothes from his hands. “We need to go and speak to Indie before she packs her stuff and sneaks off thinking we’re both bastards. I’m not but you are.”

  He balled up their clothes and Indie’s underwear and sandals and yanked Kyle to his feet. “I don’t care if you don’t kiss me, but fucking well kiss her. Right?”

  Pain burned though his leg as if fire ants crawled along his veins. His muscles screamed at him. He limped along, his palms sweaty, and his breathing shallow. He hadn’t had a panic attack in a long time but verged on one now as black waves rolled over him, crushing him, drowning him. As they reached Orchid Villa, the door opened and Indie stood silhouetted, her bag in her hand.

  “Pine…apple,” she blurted and his heart just about burst open.

  “You’re not going anywhere this time of night,” Marc said. “Can we come in? Idiot here needs to explain himself.”

  Kyle wasn’t sure he could stand any longer. His leg gave way and he staggered. Thank God strong arms reached out to stop him falling.

  “What’s wrong?” Marc wrapped his arms around him.

  “Bring him inside,” Indie said and moved out of the way. “Help him onto the bed.”

  “Stop trying to do everything on your own,” Marc said. “Lean on me.”

  The moment they reached
the bed, he collapsed face down and pressed his face into the pillow so they couldn’t see his expression.

  “Don’t put the light on,” he gasped.

  “Do you need anything?” Marc asked. “Painkillers? A bag of frozen peas? A kiss?”

  He stiffened and then bit his lip as the muscles in his thigh cramped. And then hands touched him, small soft hands, sliding up and down his leg.

  “Be careful,” Marc said. “He’s had a bad injury.”

  “I’m a physiotherapist,” Indie said. “Want to get the lotion out of the bathroom and we can help him together.”

  He clenched his fists under the pillow. Hurts. Tears formed in his eyes, and he shut them tight. No one would ever see him cry. But he could feel the wetness creeping down his cheeks, sinking into the pillow.

  “Squirt it on both legs,” Indie said.

  He moaned when the cool liquid trickled onto his skin.

  “Copy me,” she said quietly. “You’ll be able to do it for him then when this happens. We need to warm up the tissue first.”

  He swallowed hard as they pressed and massaged his muscles from his heels to his backside. As one sort of pain retreated, and another type of ache started, his cock began to harden, and he willed it to stop. Like that would work.

  “Slowly,” she said.

  He bit back his cry as she found the spot in the middle of his thigh, the core of his pain, and as the agony surged along his spine all the way to his head, his cock deflated.

  “How did the accident happen?” she asked.

  He sensed Marc open and then close his mouth.

  “Were you both there?”

  “Yes. Kyle doesn’t like to talk about it.”

  Can’t talk about it.

  “Maybe you should,” she said. “It’s as if you’re pretending it didn’t happen, just like the injury. How can you hope to get better if you don’t get to the source of what’s wrong?” She exhaled. “Sorry. What do I know? All I do is persuade muscles to behave.”

  “Do you have any thumb screws?” Marc asked. “I think I’ve tried everything else, but he clams up if I talk about it.”

  I am here, he wanted to shout but the words stayed locked in his head.

  “I’m going to press a bit deeper now,” she said. “You keep doing what you’re doing on his other leg.”

  He grunted as she used her thumbs to separate the muscles on the back of his thigh, tormenting his damaged hamstring, but under her slow, deep, sure strokes he felt his body begin to relax, and the pain changed again into a different sort of ache, one he could almost feel seeping out of his leg and dissolving into the bed.

  “Why don’t you have regular physio?” she asked. “It would definitely help.”

  “Because he’s taken the blame for what happened. It’s his way of punishing himself.”

  He should have known Marc would figure it out. Indie took his bad arm in her hands and massaged his tight muscles in slow, smooth strokes. When she reached his fingers, he clasped them in his.

  “Thank you,” he whispered.

  “You’re welcome. Can you turn over?”

  “That side’s fine.”

  Marc laughed. “His dick’s hard.”

  Indie sighed. “So’s yours. I can cope with the sight of it.”

  He rolled over with a groan. “Sorry.”

  She wouldn’t meet his gaze. She squirted more lotion on his leg and started at his foot.

  Marc glared at him. Kyle knew what he wanted, but he’d avoided talking about it for so long the words were tangled up inside him. Marc copied Indie, his strong hands swirling up and down his lower leg, the massage a mixture of pleasure and pain, though his cock seemed to consider it all pleasure.

  He was hurting more than himself with his silence. He’d pushed the guy he loved away and he’d refused to go. Now he’d hurt Indie. She had to be pissed off with him, and yet, she was still here, trying to make him feel better. He gave Marc a desperate look and the guy nodded.

  “The three of us met in Las Vegas,” Marc said. “Me, Kyle, and Laura. It was a…one-night stand set up by a woman called Madam Evangeline. She makes sure the match is perfect and the moment we met, we knew it was.”

  Now he wasn’t sure he wanted the story told.

  “We were in Laura’s car,” Marc said. “We’d spent the night in her hotel, and she was driving us back to ours. I fell asleep in the backseat.”

  Transported back to that night, back into the car, Kyle trembled. Indie leaned into his thigh with her forearm, held her wrist and pressed down hard as she moved her arm up and down. She deliberately didn’t look at him.

  He knew Marc was waiting for him to take over the story.

  “It might have been set up as a one-night stand, but we wanted to see each other again,” Marc said in a whisper.

  Say it. Say it.

  “I leaned over to kiss her,” Kyle blurted. “Laura lost control. We crashed. She died.”

  Marc gasped and stared straight at him. Indie’s hands stilled on his leg.

  “You should have told me,” he said. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me? Did you tell the police? Oh Christ.”

  “If you remember I lay in a coma for a week. When I woke, I didn’t remember anything. When I did, I…didn’t want it to be what had happened.”

  “Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe you just thought you were going to kiss her.”

  “I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She…turned and looked at me and…I distracted her. It was my fault. She died, you might have died. It’s taking time to get my head around it.”

  “But you’re not. You won’t kiss me. You wouldn’t kiss Indie. What do you think’s going to happen? We’ll die because you kiss us?”

  Kyle looked from one to the other. “I can’t risk opening my heart. I can’t…be responsible for anyone else’s unhappiness.”

  “Christ, Kyle, we only get one chance at this. I want you, but I want the old you, not the shadow of what you once were. We both want Indie. Don’t fuck up.” He turned to Indie. “Kiss Sleeping Beauty and make him see sense.”

  “You kiss him first,” she said. “I like watching guys kiss.”

  The fact she’d understood they needed to do this first, dragged a swell of emotion from his heart that almost made him cry out.

  “I like watching guys do all sorts of things.” She gave a shy smile.

  “Oh yeah?” Marc raised his eyebrows. “Such as?”

  “Cleaning, cooking, gardening and…kissing.”

  Kyle smiled.

  “You’re not going to sneak out while we lock lips?” Marc asked. “I might need help pinning him down.”

  All the banter was to help him, but he just wanted to kiss them now, both of them.

  “I’m going to take a front row seat,” Indie said. “I’ll score you out of ten.”

  Marc lay at Kyle’s side on the bed and traced the shape of his mouth with his thumb. “You’re such a pain in the ass. But you’re my pain in the ass and I love you.”

  Oh God. He lay motionless as Marc stroked the hollows of his cheeks and traced the line of his jaw. The guy’s eyes shone bright with desire and knowing Marc wanted him so much almost stopped him thinking of why he hadn’t wanted to do this.

  At the exact moment Marc pressed his lips to his, Indie wrapped her mouth around the head of Kyle’s cock. He gasped and it was all the invitation Marc needed to kiss him more deeply. He wrapped one arm around him, digging his fingers into the guy’s back as Marc plunged his tongue into his mouth. With his other hand, he caressed Indie’s hair as she licked and sucked his shaft.

  Overloaded with sensation, he could do nothing but lie there and feel. The world might be ending around him and he didn’t give a fuck. Indie pulled both their cocks together and licked from one to the other. Their mouths curved in smiles as they broke apart and looked down at the woman playing with them. She’d stripped off her dress and knelt with her backside in the air.

  As though she sensed them stari
ng, she glanced up, a fragile happiness on her face. Kyle wasn’t going to shatter it.

  “Come here.” He tugged gently on her hair, and she crawled up to lie between them.

  “Learned how to do it now?” she whispered to him.

  “You tell me.” He lowered his mouth, licked along her jaw, and felt her melt against him. Her hands linked around his neck, and he trailed his tongue along the seam of her mouth. When the tip of her tongue fluttered against his, he moaned. He hadn’t meant to go fast, but she sucked at his tongue, and he couldn’t help himself. He kissed her then as though his life depended on it, as though a failure to gain a perfect score would mean she’d walk out and they’d never see her again.

  And when they came up for air and she turned to Marc and he kissed her, Kyle thought it was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. Then she kissed Kyle again, and he changed his mind. This was more beautiful.

  “Nine out of ten for both of you,” she said.

  Marc glared. “Only nine?”

  “I have to give you something to aim for.” She grinned.

  Chapter Five

  Marc kept wanting to pinch himself and see if he was dreaming. Not only had Kyle kissed him, but then he’d kissed Indie. If only he’d known the guy felt responsible for the accident, but looking back wouldn’t restore Laura’s life. Whether Kyle had kissed her or not, she’d been behind the wheel, and her lack of control had ultimately caused the crash. She had no family. He’d checked because he’d wanted to help them if he could. They had both checked. They’d thought Madam Eve had found them the perfect third and maybe now, another perfect third would grow to be the love of their lives.

  Kyle whimpered when Indie pulled away from his lips.

  “I need to breath occasionally,” she said.

  “Breathing’s overrated.” He ran his hand down the curve of her body, his fingertips reaching further to brush Marc’s hip.

  He swallowed hard. “Before things get…out of hand, do we have condoms?”

  “In my bag,” Indie said.

  After she’d slipped out of the room, Marc whispered, “You okay?”