by Carew, Opal
A shiver danced down her spine. Would she ever!
“Well … I … uh … would consider it.”
She put down her fork.
“If you don’t mind me asking … Zeke said you both went to the same high school. Were you friends?”
“Yeah. We were.”
“How did you meet?”
He sighed. “When I was in my early teens, my dad lost his job, so we moved to a low-income neighborhood in Jersey where my dad got a job in a factory. It was a tough neighborhood, people just scraping by. Zeke lived in the house next door and we became friends. He showed me the ropes, helped me avoid trouble.” Ty sipped his coffee. “That was when he lived with the Johnsons. They were good people, but they were just his foster parents.”
“Zeke’s an orphan?” she asked.
Ty shook his head. “His parents abandoned him when he was twelve. He lived on the streets for about three months before anyone realized he had no home.”
Her heart clenched at the thought of young Zeke, only twelve years old, wandering around without a home, without anyone to look out for him or take care of him.
“So these people he was living with when you moved there, they adopted him?” she asked.
“No, they were his foster parents. Then things changed and for some reason, they couldn’t keep taking care of him, so he moved in with another family. Things weren’t so great for him there. The old man beat him up a lot and every time he did, Zeke took off. He bounced from home to home for quite a while, with no consistency, no … love.”
Zeke’s story broke Marie’s heart.
“Finally,” Ty continued, “when Zeke was seventeen, childhood services put him in a group home. Zeke started hanging out with members of a local gang.” Ty stared into his coffee mug, swirling it around. “I could see he was heading for big trouble. We were still friends and I told him I wouldn’t have any part of a gang, but that we could be our own gang of two.”
“You basically made him choose between the gang and you?”
Ty shrugged. “It was the only way. What he really needed was a sense of belonging. A family, of sorts, that would look out for him. I convinced him we were tough enough to make it without them. That’s when we got the matching tattoos.” He smiled wistfully. “My parents nearly killed me over that.”
By the look of affection in his eyes, she knew he meant they’d shown typical parental concern. He set down his mug on the table.
“Did they try to stop you from being friends with Zeke?” she asked.
Ty shrugged. “They were worried, but they could tell Zeke was basically a good kid in a bad situation. They believed, like I did, that he just needed a little friendship and support.”
“And you gave him that.” Her heart swelled at Ty’s compassion and loyalty to his friend. “How long did you remain friends?”
“Until about five years ago.”
Her eyebrows arched upward. She knew Ty had gone to college and studied computer science—he now worked as a software architect at a major high-tech company—so she had assumed that their friendship had waned when Ty left for school. Of course, that didn’t explain the animosity Ty held for Zeke.
“So what happened?”
Ty’s jaw clenched and his eyes turned hard.
She rested her hand on his. “I’d really like to know.”
His lips compressed into a tight line, but he nodded.
“I was dating this girl a while back … her name was Ashley. Very sexy. Zeke found her attractive.” He took a sip of his coffee, then pushed his mug aside. “Ashley and I had been dating for a couple of months and … she was pretty adventurous. She knew Zeke and I were good friends, and … she told me she’d had this fantasy for a long time. To have a threesome with two men. She wondered if … Zeke might join us sometime and help fulfill that fantasy.”
Marie felt her cheeks flush a little. Zeke had returned the favor, having invited Ty to join them. She felt sure Zeke hadn’t intended this to be a reversal of that earlier incident, but she couldn’t help feeling a bit strange about the whole thing. Of course, in this case, Zeke had merely shared his girlfriend—her—with Ty, while not actually participating in the sharing. Was that his way of making sure it didn’t get weird?
“So the three of you … did it?” She sipped her coffee, trying to appear nonchalant.
“Yeah. And Ashley loved it. So much so, that a few days later I caught her draped all over Zeke, practically sucking his face off.”
“Are you saying Zeke stole your girlfriend?”
“He said he didn’t, but the evidence was right in front of me. Ashley broke up with me right after that.”
Marie decided not to ask if this Ashley woman had started dating Zeke afterward. Better not to fan the flames.
“You didn’t believe Zeke? Even though you were such good friends?”
His hands rolled into fists, his eyes flashing. “A woman can come between the best of friends.”
He tossed back the rest of his orange juice and thumped the glass on the table. He then picked up his fork.
They continued eating in silence, except for the music playing on the stereo.
What if she had met these two men when they’d still been buddies? Would she have been the woman to come between them? Because with the chemistry she shared with both men …
Damn, she would never want to be responsible for breaking up a close friendship. She drew in a deep breath and gazed at Ty as he finished his eggs. Would it be possible to use this situation to do the opposite? Could carrying on a relationship with both men … forcing them to be together … actually help patch things up between them? It would be a fine balance, but if they went into this with both men knowing firmly where they stood … that she was Zeke’s girlfriend, not Ty’s …
Ty finished eating and he set his plate aside and sipped his coffee.
“Marie, I’m sorry I snapped at you. And … I know you’re going out with Zeke. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
“Not at all. I asked you.” She gazed at him. “Earlier you asked if … well, if I might consider being with … you know, both of you. If you and Zeke are at odds, why would you even consider it?”
His gaze locked with hers. “To be with you.”
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“Oh.” She would love to be with both men at the same time. It would be a fantasy come true. Especially with these two men.
But would she be sending the wrong message? Remembering the look in Ty’s eyes this morning, she worried that Ty might hope that their sexual relationship would turn into something more.
But he knew she was dating Zeke. And she’d made it abundantly clear to Ty that she did not want to pursue a romantic relationship with him.
So the fact that he had asked her about starting a threesome proved to her that he would be happy with a no-strings-attached sexual relationship.
Well, why not? Most guys would love it. She really needed to stop overthinking things. It’s not like she was torturing the guy. If anything, she was giving him a male fantasy come true.
“Um … well, if you’re okay with it, I think Zeke would go for it.”
His gaze locked with hers. “Did he say something?”
“Not as such, but that first night he was here … and you came to feed Jade in the morning … I told him my neighbor was here to feed the cat and he … sort of suggested inviting you to join us.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“He thought my neighbor was a woman, but when I told him you were a guy, he told me to close my eyes and he talked me through a fantasy with you joining us. He didn’t know it was you, of course.”
“What did he say?”
“He … uh, first he said to imagine that you were making love to me and he was watching from the chair. Then we … pretended that both of you were … well, you get the idea.”
“No, tell me.” He grinned. “What did you pretend?”
She smiled, her cheeks heating. “You’re
bad.”
“At least tell me … was I front or back?”
She remembered the feel of Zeke’s finger slipping into her back opening as he filled her vagina with his cock, telling her he would slide into her ass while Ty fucked her.
“Uh … the first time you were in front.”
“The first time? Sounds like I’ve starred in a few of your fantasies.”
The hot look he sent her heated her insides.
She smiled. “The next time, he got one of my vibrators and used it to actually play out the scenario. You were the back that time.”
His eyebrow arched again. “How many vibrators do you have?”
Her cheeks grew hotter. “Just the right number,” she quipped.
“So I’ve been back and front.” His gaze intensified. “Are you as totally turned on as I am?”
Oh God, her insides were melting. “Oh yeah.”
She shoved back her chair and lurched to her feet. Ty met her, wrapping his arms around her and capturing her lips, his tongue gliding into her mouth. She opened, her tongue meeting his. Her nipples pressed hard against his solid chest as his hands stroked up and down her back, stoking the fire within her.
She dropped to her knees, then grabbed his zipper tag and pulled it down. She tugged down his jeans, and stroked over the bulge in his boxers.
“Sit,” she said.
He sat down and she reached inside and drew out his cock, already rock hard. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft—so thick she couldn’t close her fingers around it. She stroked. From bottom to top, then down again. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against the bulbous head.
She trembled at the feel of his hard flesh pressed to her mouth … at the power she felt as she licked the tip of his enormous erection and it twitched in her hold. She lightly brushed her teeth over the big straining head, then opened wide and drew it inside. It filled her mouth. She swirled her tongue over the tip, then spiraled downward until she caressed the underside of the corona.
His fingers stroked through her hair. “Oh sweetheart, that feels incredible.”
She licked around and around, encouraged by his increasingly rapid breathing and his fingers tightening around her scalp.
She glided downward, taking him as deep as she could. She squeezed him in her mouth, then sucked. She dipped a hand into his boxers and stroked his balls lightly with her fingertips. She glided up, then down again, squeezing his cock within her mouth in a pulsing motion.
“Damn, sweetheart, I won’t last with you doing that.”
She sucked harder, then bobbed up and down on him faster. His breathing accelerated and she cradled his balls and stroked delicately as she sucked and squeezed, continuing to move up and down. He stiffened, then groaned. Liquid heat pulsed into her mouth.
When he was done and slumped back in the chair, she released him and smiled.
He drew her to her feet and tugged her onto his lap, then kissed her, his lips caressing hers with passion. His hands stroked over her back. She reached for the hem of her T-shirt and started drawing it up, wanting to feel his hands on her breasts.
“Wait.”
She stopped, and gazed at him. He took her hands and kissed them, then slid his arm around her waist and stood up, taking her with him. He wrapped his hand around hers and led her to the couch.
“Bring me a silk scarf.” His authoritative tone sent a chill through her. Goose bumps quivered across her flesh.
Zeke had commanded her many times, but Ty’s tone had an incredibly sexy effect on her. Maybe because of the contrast to his usual sweet, considerate demeanor.
“Yes, Master.”
She scurried to her bedroom, pulled open the top drawer of her dresser and scooped up a handful of scarves, then grabbed the black glittery one. It wasn’t silk, but it was a soft delicate texture and that’s probably all he cared about.
When she returned to the living room, he was just saying good-bye to someone on his cell phone. She handed him the scarf.
“Good choice. Now turn around.”
He placed the scarf over her eyes, then tied it behind her head.
“Can you see anything?” he asked.
“No, Master.”
“Very good.”
She felt his hands grasp her hips and he guided her forward, then he let go.
“Now, take off your clothes.” From the direction of his voice, he was in front of her now. Maybe he was sitting in the armchair.
Her nipples hardened and heat melted inside her as she grasped the hem of her T-shirt and drew it over her head, then let go of it. She unfastened her silver-edged denim belt, then unzipped her jeans and pushed them over her hips. They fell to the floor and she kicked them aside.
She stood there in only her bra and thong, totally aware of Ty’s gaze on her. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She suddenly felt a little shy. He could see her but she couldn’t see him. It felt … wicked … sexy. She stroked her hands over her breasts, still covered by the lacy cups of her bra … then slowly eased the fabric forward. Cool air caressed her skin as she dropped the garment to the floor. Her nipples grew harder still.
“Lovely.” He seemed to be across the room now.
“Where are you?” she asked.
“I’m just getting my coffee mug. Keep going.”
As she tucked her thumbs under the waistband of her thong, a knock sounded at the door. Damn, what rotten timing.
“I’ll get that,” Ty said.
She reached for the blindfold to pull it off. “Uh … I’d better—”
“Leave the blindfold,” he commanded.
Her fingers jerked from the fabric at his tone.
“I just looked through the peephole. It’s Zeke.”
A quiver raced along her spine. What would Zeke think if he saw her like this with Ty? Sure, he set things up so Ty would find her bound to her bed and make love to her, but maybe he’d only meant for them to have that one encounter. Maybe the fact Ty had even slept over was more than Zeke had intended, let alone the sexy encounters they’d already had this morning. Guilt crept through her. Had she been cheating on Zeke?
A knock sounded again.
“You stay exactly as you are. I’m going to get it.”
“But—”
“Don’t worry. I’ll just step outside and talk to him.”
She heard the door open, then close again. She stood in the room, practically naked, goose bumps quivering along her flesh. A couple of minutes later, the door opened again, then closed.
“I told Zeke a little of our conversation. That I think you would like the idea of him watching us make love. He’s willing if you are.”
A quiver raced through her.
“You mean … now? He’d come in and … watch us?”
“That’s right.”
Oh God, Zeke was standing outside the door right now, awaiting her answer. Did he know she was practically naked?
“He’s really excited by the idea, Marie.”
Her head started to nod before she’d even consciously decided, but she knew it’s what she wanted.
“Good.”
She heard the door open, then close a few seconds later. She trembled and felt a little weak in the knees.
“Zeke wants you to pretend he’s not here. He wants us to carry on as if we’re alone.”
She nodded. She might be able to pretend he wasn’t here, but she sure wouldn’t be able to ignore the effect of knowing he sat in the same room as she stood here naked … as Ty touched her, then made love to her.
“Zeke is sitting in the easy chair, watching you. I can tell by his face that he is totally turned on by the sight of you.”
“I thought I was supposed to pretend he wasn’t here.”
“Let’s say it’s more that he wants you to behave as if he’s not here. Now, take off your panties.”
“Yes, Master.”
What would Zeke think of her calling Ty “master” instead of him? Would he be angry?
Would he punish her? And why did the idea of being punished make her so hot?
She sucked in a breath and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her thong, then pushed it down her legs. She flicked it over her feet, then tossed it aside … then slowly stood up, quite aware that as soon as she straightened up both men would see her entirely naked body.
“Gorgeous. Zeke has pulled out his cock and is stroking it as he watches you.”
The thought sent a thrill through her.
She heard a zipper, then the clunk of pants and a belt hitting the floor. A moment later, Ty’s hands stroked over her back, then settled on her shoulders and he drew her back against his hot—and very naked—body.
He stroked around her body and cupped her breasts. The nipples pressed into his palms. One hand continued downward, over her belly, then over her pubic curls. He cupped her mound, then he stroked her, gliding over her damp slit.
“You’re very wet.” One finger dipped into her. Then a second. “Do you like that, Marie?”
Tingles raced through her insides.
“Yes.”
Zeke could see her … could hear her … responding to Ty.
He kissed her cheek. “Don’t worry about Zeke,” he murmured in her ear. “He’s very excited watching you.”
“Ty, is—”
Ty’s finger swirled inside her and she sucked in air.
He kissed her neck. “What is it?”
“Is … uh … Zeke really here?”
He slid his hands to her waist and drew her tighter to his body.
“Do you want me to take off the blindfold so you can see?” His fingers settled lightly on the back of the scarf.
She wondered if he’d only told her Zeke was here to increase the excitement … which certainly was working.
Did she want to know?
She shook her head, almost sure Zeke wasn’t there, but unwilling to give up the fantasy.
“I’m sitting down on the couch.” Ty’s hands glided down to her hips. “I want you to sit on my lap.”
He eased her down and she followed. She felt his legs beneath her and settled onto his lap. His hard cock pressed against her back.
“Bring your legs up and kneel on me.”
She lifted one foot and tucked it beside him, then the other, settling on her knees facing away from him.
