by Carew, Opal
Sloan drew back, then eased forward again. The stranger glided back and moved forward, following the same rhythm as Sloan. She sucked in air as the two hard males stroked her insides with pleasure, their cocks filling her again and again. She gasped as pleasure swept through her, clamoring through every cell in her body until she exploded in ecstasy. The men groaned. She felt Sloan erupt inside her.
Finally the men collapsed against her and held her between their hard bodies. After a few moments, the stranger moved away and she felt the cuff release on one of her wrists, then the other. She wrapped her arms around Sloan, her head resting on his shoulder. She reached for the blindfold, but he stopped her hand.
“Not yet.” He scooped her up in his arms and carried her. A few moments later, she felt a bed beneath her as he laid her down. She felt the bed compress as he sat beside her.
“I want to watch while my friend fucks you,” Sloan said. “He’ll need a little encouragement, though.” He ran his hand over her nipple, and she got the idea.
She touched her nipples, brushing her fingertips over them lightly. “I liked your big cock in my ass,” she said, undulating her body as she cupped her breasts and squeezed. “Now I really want to feel it inside me again.” She slid a hand down her stomach to her slit, then pushed two fingers inside. “Here.”
She felt the other side of the bed compress, then felt the stranger’s hands on her breasts. He stroked them, then slid his hand down her stomach and over her slit. As she drew her hand away, he caught her wrist, then pressed his palm to the back of her hand and pushed a finger in beside hers.
“Let’s do it together.” He slid a second finger inside her, his other fingers and thumb wrapping around her hand. He guided her hand, moving their fingers in and out of her in unison.
Heat built in her rapidly.
She felt him brush her clit with his other hand, triggering a burst of wild sensations. Someone’s mouth covered her breast and she gasped.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” the stranger said as his fingers slipped away.
“Yes.” Oh, God, she wanted him to.
He moved over her and she felt hard flesh push against her opening. His cockhead glided inside. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders. Broad. And muscular. She was sure he must be a cop, too. His cock kept pushing deeper, filling her. When he stopped, his groin tight against hers, his lips brushed her cheek, and he tipped up her chin and kissed her. The sweet tenderness of his lips against hers touched her. His tongue glided into her mouth and she moaned, then slid her tongue the length of his.
Then he began to move his body. Drawing back, then gliding deep again. Stroking her slick passage. She squeezed him, loving the feel of his cock inside her.
His gentle strokes became more insistent. His speed increased. His thrusts drove deeper. Wrapping her legs around him, she allowed him to go deeper still, then moaned as he filled her again and again.
“Oh, God, yes.” Pleasure filled her. Pummeled her. Sent her shooting off the edge of sanity as she wailed in ecstatic bliss.
He groaned and lurched forward, his body shuddering with his release.
Finally, she dropped back on the bed, exhausted. She felt Sloan slide into bed behind her, sliding his arm around her waist, his body tight to hers. She fell asleep with the stranger still inside her.
* * *
Janine awoke to total darkness, with two hard bodies pressed against her. A pressure on her eyes made her realize she still wore the blindfold. She hooked her finger under the fabric and pulled the blindfold up. She blinked at the full sunlight filling the room, then stared at the face in front of her on the pillow.
The face of a total stranger.
His eyes opened and he smiled. “Good morning.”
Eleven
Janine blinked. “Uh … yeah. Hi.”
He stared at her with lively olive green eyes dancing with golden specks. His full, masculine lips turned up in a warm smile, and a few disheveled spikes of sandy brown hair lay across his forehead.
Oh, man, this was so strange. She’d never woken up to a total stranger in bed. The fantasy had been great, but she hadn’t anticipated coming face-to-face with him in the morning.
Last night, when she’d almost pulled off the blindfold, Sloan had stopped her. But she’d been ready then, with her hormones still in high gear. Now, in the light of day, it just seemed … strange.
Then she felt his cock stir against her belly. In full arousal.
Sloan shifted behind her. His hands cupped her breasts and his cock—also hard—glided between her thighs, stroking her intimate flesh. At the feel of his warm, strong hands on her breasts, her nipples peaked, and memories of last night, with both men inside her, crept into her mind. As Sloan’s hard flesh stroked over her slit, moisture pooled inside her.
Sloan stroked one hand down her stomach and positioned his cockhead against her opening, then pushed inside her. She sighed at the feel of his hard-as-rock cock sliding into her. He pulled the covers away, exposing her naked body to the stranger. Sloan grasped her hips and glided his cock in and out of her.
“Janine, meet Liam.” Sloan glided inside her again. “Liam, meet Janine.”
Sloan’s big cock filled her again and again. His finger found her clit and she moaned at the intense sensations.
“Janine, take Liam’s cock in your hand and stroke it.”
She reached for the stranger’s—Liam’s—cock and wrapped her hand around it. She stroked as Sloan glided in and out in an easy yet maddeningly erotic rhythm. She squeezed Liam in her hand. He stroked her breasts, then teased her sensitive nipples. The wild sensations from their attentions collided into a building pleasure. She squeezed Sloan’s cock inside her and arched against Liam’s hands.
Sloan’s cock glided deep inside her again, then back. And out.
She groaned at the emptiness. She squeezed Liam’s cock and stroked more quickly, arching her body toward him. His compelling gaze captured hers and his warm smile melted her insides. He moved forward and pressed his cockhead to her opening. She lifted her leg onto his thigh and arched forward. His shaft pushed into her.
She clung to his shoulders, staring into his wonderfully handsome face and squeezed him inside her.
“Honey, that feels incredible.” He drove deep, drew back, then drove deep again.
She curled her leg around his thigh, pulling him tight to her body. He thrust and thrust and pleasure shuddered through her. She clutched his muscular shoulders as his body speared into her, driving her to absolute ecstasy, her composure splintering as she wailed in bliss. Finally, he groaned and followed her to orgasm.
She rested her forehead against his chest and sighed. He might be a stranger, but she felt close to him. Maybe it was because of their sexual adventures last night … or maybe it was something more.
Liam kissed the top of her head, then shifted away as Sloan drew her onto her back, nuzzled her neck, and prowled over her. Janine gazed into Sloan’s intense blue eyes, her heart thundering as his big cock pressed into her, then drove deep. She sucked in a breath as he pinned her to the bed, his cock filling her like no other. He drew back and began to thrust. She sucked in air, then moaned as an orgasm crashed around her. Building as he thrust and thrust. He erupted into her, catapulting her to blissful abandon.
He collapsed on top of her, then rolled to his side, taking her with him. Her head rested snugly against Sloan’s solid chest as she caught her breath. Again.
“How about you two relax while I go make us some breakfast.” Liam smiled as he pushed himself from the bed and padded away.
* * *
Janine stepped out of the shower and towel-dried her hair, then dressed. By the time she reached the kitchen, she could smell freshly brewed coffee and bacon.
“Anything I can do to help?” Her gaze lingered on Liam’s tight, well-defined abs. All he wore were his dark gray boxers.
“Nope. Just sit and relax. I’ve got everything under control.”
She sat at the table across from Sloan. Liam placed a plate of bacon and pancakes in front of her, then another in front of Sloan, and one at the empty place beside her. He poured some coffee into a mug and handed it to her, then sat down.
“So, Liam, how do you and Sloan know each other?” she asked.
“We were both sent on training just after he moved here. I was going through a bad time in a stagnating relationship and Sloan offered some good advice.” Liam poured a little cream in his coffee and a spoonful of sugar, then stirred. He tapped his spoon on the side of the mug. “We’ve been friends ever since.”
“So this difficult relationship … I assume it came to an end?”
“Yeah, we split a few weeks later. I stayed with my brother and his wife for a couple of months until I could find a place. I finally got into a new house last weekend.”
She smiled. “You must be the friend Sloan went to help move last Sunday.”
“Guilty.”
“Well, you’ll do fine out there.” She winked at him. “The woman who ends up with you is going to be pretty lucky.”
“Thanks.” Liam took a sip of his coffee. “Right now I’m just trying to adjust to single life. I’ve lost touch with my old group of friends. The hardest part about being single is how much empty space I have to fill. So last night was really great for me.” He sent her a devilish smile. “I must say, I can’t remember the last time I had such an enjoyable diversion.”
Heat washed through her at the memories of him touching her body, her eyes covered by the blindfold.
“Me too,” she murmured.
Sloan shifted in his chair and Janine glanced his way. His glower told her he was uncomfortable with her and Liam’s mutual appreciation.
She turned her gaze back to Liam and grinned. “You know, Sloan’s still fairly new to Kenora. I was planning to show him around town. You’re more than welcome to join us if you’d like.”
Liam grinned. “That would be great.”
Boy, she loved his schoolboy grin. So charming. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair and tousle it.
Sloan, who’d been sipping his coffee, set down his mug. “Don’t you still have a lot of unpacking to do?”
“No. You and I got most of it done last Sunday. Those few boxes that were left I organized the next day.” Liam glanced at Sloan. “But if I’m intruding…”
“No, not at all,” she said.
Janine took a bite of bacon, gazing innocently at Sloan’s glare. Clearly, he’d hoped to ditch Liam this morning and have her all to himself.
“We could go to the zoo. Then maybe to Viewpoint Lake. There’s a really pretty beach there with a view of the hills.”
“Sounds good to me.” Liam poured maple syrup on his pancakes. “Especially if I get to see you in a bikini.”
Sloan stood up and took his plate to the counter, glowering the whole time.
* * *
A soft breeze caught Janine’s hair as she walked past the polar bear exhibit. She was enjoying this beautiful sunny day at the zoo with her two handsome, attentive men. She was finding she really loved Liam’s company.
She walked toward the ramp that led to the viewing area that would allow them to see the bears from beneath the surface of the water. She loved watching the polar bears swimming.
The breeze caught the skirt of her floral sundress and blew it upward, flashing a lot of leg. Sloan and Liam grinned as she grasped the fabric and pushed it back down before it revealed everything beneath, which wasn’t very much since she’d chosen a skimpy lace thong to wear.
She walked into the cavelike viewpoint and stepped up to the railing in front of the window. A bear swam toward the glass and peered out, then turned and pushed away with his feet.
“He’s so cute.” She grinned broadly as the bear swam past the window again.
Liam stood beside her and leaned against the railing. “Cute? He’s big enough to eat you for lunch.”
She hooked her arm around Liam’s elbow. “I could say the same about you, but I still think you’re cute.”
“Ahem.” Sloan leaned against the railing on the other side of her.
She laughed and stroked his upper arm. “You, too, Sloan.”
Sloan seemed to be handling the situation quite well, but she could sense the seething jealousy just below the surface. On the other hand, she was pretty sure Liam could not. She’d wager Sloan hadn’t told Liam about his feelings for her—in case it didn’t work out between them, no doubt.
And it probably wouldn’t, she thought sadly. She hated the idea of disillusioning Sloan about what might be between them—of dragging him through this emotional roller-coaster ride—but it was the only way to make him see. To convince him to let go of his fantasy about where this relationship might go. She and Sloan were two very different people with very different ideas about dating and sex.
She glanced at his profile as he watched two bears swimming by the glass and her heart ached. A long-term relationship between them simply would not work, and if they fooled themselves into thinking it would, Sloan would get hurt.
And so would she.
On the other hand, Liam seemed like he could handle her lifestyle quite well. And they certainly seemed to be hitting it off. She would definitely have to tread carefully here. Sloan might have introduced Liam into the relationship, probably in an attempt to keep some kind of control over the situation, but when Sloan finally realized that a relationship would not work between them, would he be able to handle her continuing to see his friend?
“You know, speaking of lunch, how about we find somewhere to grab a bite?” Liam suggested.
“Great idea.” Sloan gazed at Janine. “What do you think?”
Janine smiled. “Let’s go.”
* * *
As soon as they opened the door of the restaurant, Sloan felt the cool air on his face. A hostess approached them.
“Three?” she asked.
“That’s right,” Sloan said.
The hostess picked up some menus and led Sloan, Janine, and Liam to a booth.
“Do you think we could have that one?” Janine asked, pointing to a curved booth in the corner.
“Of course.” The hostess set the menus on the table and retreated.
“You guys go ahead,” Janine said. “I’ll be right back.”
Liam watched the sweet sway of her hips as she walked toward the ladies’ room.
“Janine is sensational.” Liam sat on the bench seat. “Thanks for sharing, buddy.”
Sloan simply nodded as he sat down, then studied the menu, gritting his teeth.
Janine returned a moment later and grinned. “How about I sit between you?”
Liam stood up and Janine slid onto the bench seat next to Sloan, her soft hip bumping against him, then her warm thigh pressing the length of his. Liam sat on the other side of her.
Janine leaned toward Liam and pulled something out of her purse and showed it to him. Sloan couldn’t see what it was.
“I got a surprise for Sloan,” she said as she pushed something into Liam’s hand. “Do you think he’ll like it?”
Liam grinned broadly. “Oh, I’m sure he will.”
She turned and grinned at Sloan. “Should have him guess what it is?”
“I think you should give him a hint.”
“I think you’re right.” She grasped Sloan’s hand and guided it under the table.
Resting it on her thigh, his fingertips against the fabric of her dress, she drew her skirt upward. Sloan’s cock swelled in anticipation as he felt the fabric glide away, then silky skin under his fingertips.
Then she guided his hand to her inner thigh … and upward.
When he reached the top … Ah, damn, there were no panties. Just silky, moist folds of skin. His finger glided along the soft skin, and he found her slit. Soft. Wet. Hot.
She smiled at him. Damn, she wanted him to do this right here in the restaurant? At the feel of her aroused flesh, he c
ouldn’t resist. His finger glided inside her. She drew in a deep breath, then released it slowly. Sloan wanted to capture those full, soft lips of hers.
Janine’s hand found the growing bulge in Sloan’s pants and stroked. Beside her, Liam settled back and Sloan was pretty sure she was stroking his erection, too.
When he felt her tug on the tag of his zipper, he stilled her hand.
“Maybe we should skip lunch,” he murmured.
* * *
As soon as Sloan’s front door closed behind them, Janine turned to Liam and flung her arms around him. He captured her mouth in a passionate kiss. She drove her tongue between his lips and explored his hot mouth, aware of the warmth of Sloan’s body beside her as he watched. Liam’s tongue tangled with hers and they undulated together.
Her nipples ached as they jutted against his hard, muscular chest.
“You know, you don’t have any panties on,” Liam murmured hoarsely once he released her lips.
She tugged open several of his shirt buttons and dragged her fingers over his sculpted chest, then over his abs. God, he was ripped. All solid man.
She felt Sloan’s presence behind her, and his hand glided over her ass. As her hand slid lower on Liam, she found Sloan behind her with her other hand, and her fingers found the bulge in the front of Sloan’s pants and she stroked it. He drew her flared skirt upward, his hand gliding up her naked thigh, then he palmed her ass. As Sloan stroked around and around, Liam cupped her breast. His thumb stroked over her hard nipple and she sucked in a breath. Sloan’s fingers slid under her ass, then between her thighs, and stroked her wet slit.
She leaned forward into Liam’s hand, pushing her ass a little higher. Sloan cupped her mound, then nuzzled her neck and stroked between her legs.
“You two are making me so hot.” She nuzzled under Liam’s chin.
“God, woman, what do you think you’re doing to us?” Liam took her hand—which she just realized she’d let pause at his belt—and dragged it over the bulge in his pants.
He unzipped and she pushed her hand into his fly and past his cotton boxers, to wrap her fingers around his straining erection. Such soft skin, stretched taut over solid steel.
