If he’d read his girlfriend right, what she’d meant was that she wanted him touching her while she touched him. So his fingers played with the edge of her panties below her navel while he began nibbling on her ear. Then she turned her head and looked at him with one eyebrow raised, whispering, “Watch. You don’t want her to feel like she’s doing it for nothing, do you?”
He nodded, properly chastised, and then decided not to fuck around. He eased his fingers under the edge of her lacy red panties, feeling below for the warmth and wetness, because he knew her clit would be there in the midst of it all. When he hit his target, she sighed and opened her legs farther so he had easy access. He felt her tilt her pelvis up too, and she was so fucking slick, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she came in seconds.
She distracted the shit out of him when she snuck her hand under the towel, though. She grabbed his cock with aggression, and it probably should have made him jump, made him fear for himself, but it didn’t. His cock was quite happy to be pleasured in that way, and it grew stiffer. She moved her arm so that the towel fell off his legs, exposing everything for Angie to see, and Nick figured that was okay, because they were all about to be naked in a minute.
Oh, God, yes. It felt amazing, but he was having to focus on her clit instead of what she was doing to him, because he wanted to make her feel out of this world. On top of that, Angie had removed her bra and tossed it to the floor, and she was playing with her breasts, helping accentuate their loveliness. Nick couldn’t take his eyes off her large brown areolas that seemed even perkier now that she was turning them hard with the attention she was giving them. He loved Brina’s breasts, but he did miss larger ones on occasion, and this woman’s fit the bill.
He felt his cock respond to his new state of arousal and Brina moved her hand opposite him and flicked him on his thigh. “Don’t you dare come, Channing.”
He couldn’t help but grin, but he gritted his teeth and growled at her, pulling his eyes away from the woman doing the striptease. “And what if I do, Moreno?”
“I’ll make you regret it.” Holy shit, that made it next to impossible for him to resist. He almost wanted to come to see what his “punishment” would be. “And eyes on the show, boy.” Before he could move, she slapped him on the cheek—not hard, but it was enough to get his attention.
He grinned again and turned his head, just in time to see Angie shimmying her pink panties down her hips. Whoa. The woman had full bush. Nick hadn’t seen a sight like that in a long time, and he thought he would have been repulsed by it, but, oddly enough, he wasn’t. Her hair was lighter colored, just like the hair on her head, and her hips were slim and inviting. Yeah, he wanted to fuck her hard, too. Brina won. She was right. This—engaging in a threesome—wasn’t a bad thing for their relationship.
His cock throbbed once more against Brina’s hand, and he knew he was close, but he could hold off for a while. Angie began running her hands up and down her sides, moaning suggestively, and walking closer to the bed. Brina smirked and snatched her hand away from Nick’s cock. “Here’s what I want, lovelies.” Nick couldn’t wipe the perma-smile off his face. For some stupid reason, this was way too much fun. She pointed at Angie. “I want you licking this poor neglected nipple,” she said, turning the pointed index finger toward her right breast. “And I want you,” she said, indicating Nick, “licking this other one.” She scooted her ass down farther on the bed so she was lying down, her head propped up by pillows but exposing her breasts more easily.
Angie sat on the side of the bed and wasted no time obliging Brina. Her mouth was all over that nipple, licking, sucking, nibbling, making Brina writhe and moan and grab Nick’s hair with her left hand as though she were going to pull him down to the nipple she had demanded him to savor. But he didn’t need her telling him to do it. He wanted to and hoped she’d enjoy it more than what Angie was doing.
Not that it mattered. The ultimate goal was everyone’s pleasure, and he was pretty sure they were all going to get it. He obeyed, licking her nipple around its circumference before drawing it into his mouth, making her moan all over again. They licked her breasts for a couple of minutes until she barked new orders. “Angie, you okay with vaginal penetration?”
The other woman looked sleepy, almost drugged, but like she was already halfway to orgasm. “Of course.”
“Then I want you to eat me out, lovey,” she said, and then she looked at Nick. “And I want you to fuck her from behind…so I can look at you—at both of you—when you come.”
Why the hell did that sound so hot? He knew how that was going to get his girlfriend off. She loved watching shit but she loved an orgasm too—she was getting them both in one shot. He wasn’t sure about Angie, though, but he felt like he was pretty good at reading cues, so he would do his best to make sure she was having a good time as well.
Angie climbed up on the bed, positioning herself between Brina’s splayed legs, and she wrapped her arms underneath the woman’s thighs so that Brina’s ass practically sat in the crook of her arms. She then rested her hands on Brina’s belly and swirled her fingers, probably adding to the different sensations Brina was feeling. He knew Angie’s tongue piercing was probably the reason why Brina wanted the woman going down on her—Brina was always looking for something new, something different.
Nick had hoped they would be farther down the bed, but there was no way he was going to be able to stand up doing it, whether off or on the bed. He darted off to the bathroom to grab a condom out of the wallet in his jeans and hurried back to see Brina enjoying the attention her clit was getting from Angie’s warm tongue. He felt like he was already behind, so he got on the bed, “standing” on his knees before sliding the condom over his dick. That turned out to actually be the best position. The way her ass was sticking in the air, he just had to adjust his body slightly to slide his cock in her. She responded immediately, shimmying her underside against his shaft in the same rhythm he was. It made it hard to concentrate.
He could tell by her breathing that Brina was getting close, but he had no way to gauge Angie. He slid his hand over her hip and her tummy to her slit and then found her clit. He could finger her to pleasure while pounding into her pussy too. He heard her make a tiny noise of pleasure in spite of Brina filling her mouth, and he could tell by her wetness that she too was close.
Within seconds, Brina was crying aloud, unable to hold off any longer, clenching her thighs against Angie’s face, and the woman moved one arm to pin one of Brina’s legs down while she continued to lick her. Nick sped up the rotation of his fingers until Angie caved too, moaning and squeezing his cock, and then that was all it took for him to lose it. The added pressure on his shaft made it impossible to hold back any longer, and he didn’t know the last time he’d felt this good, this light, this out of his goddamned fucking mind.
And while he finished, he opened his eyes and looked at the woman he loved. She was gazing upon him too, and he was pretty sure she felt the same way he did.
Yeah…maybe Brina had the right idea about sex after all.
Chapter Seventeen
THE NEXT MORNING felt awkward. They had fucked off and on all night long, sometimes in pairs but mostly all three together. Finally, sometime around three-thirty, Nick had to call it quits. His cock was sore and probably incapable of doing more, and he was simply dog tired. He needed sleep. They had a day of travel ahead, and he didn’t want to spend the entire day in his bunk.
He was glad they’d gotten a king-size bed in this room. He’d been able to sleep well, even with the two women in the bed, and he had. He stretched a little and then Brina draped her arm over him, pulling her body up to his back. “Hey, stud muffin.”
He chuckled. He didn’t know that he quite felt like he’d earned that title. “Morning, gorgeous. How’d you sleep?” He rolled over so he could gaze upon her beauty.
She kept her eyes closed but she was smiling. “Like the dead, baby. You guys wore me out.”
“I was
gonna say the same thing.”
“I could still fuck the shit out of you.”
He smiled. “You are gonna have to save it, young lady. We need to be on the bus in a couple of hours.”
“Yeah. Time for a quickie.”
“You’re hard to resist, babe, but I need something to eat. You completely drained the life out of me.” He could tell she’d been well-sexed because either she didn’t pick up on his use of the word babe again or she just didn’t care. She pulled her body up to his again, mashing her breasts into his chest, and kissed him.
Oh, she was tempting. And if Angie hadn’t been lying on the other side of her, he might have taken her up on her offer. Instead, he kissed her on the nose and said, “I need to shower.”
“You showered last night, Nicky Sticks.”
“Yeah, that was before the Sexalympics.”
She laughed. “Okay, you got me.” Then, “Can I join you?”
He nodded. He’d be more than content to do anything with this woman any time of day, any day of the week. All she had to do was ask.
* * *
Later that day on the bus, Nick was grinning from ear to ear. He knew Val and Brad wondered what the hell was up with him, but he didn’t care what they thought. He couldn’t wipe it off his face. He kept dozing off on one of the couches, because last night was taking its toll.
Gracie gave him an odd look at one point but said nothing.
He fell asleep again, and when he awoke, no one else was in the living area with him, but the bus was still moving, so he wandered toward the back. Brad, Val, Gracie, and the kids were in the back bedroom playing a videogame. He’d forgotten they had a TV/DVD/game system setup back there. It would definitely be a great way to pass the time, especially when the kids got antsy.
Brad nodded at Nick from his spot on the floor. Hayley was sitting in his lap and Chris sat on the floor next to him. Val was lying on the bed awake, reading a book, and Gracie was sitting in a chair watching the videogame action.
“Everyone disappeared.”
Brad grinned. “The kids were acting bored and that’s dangerous when there’s still over a hundred miles to go.”
Gracie said, “You missed lunch. We tried to wake you.”
Nick shrugged. He could find something to eat when they got there. “How close are we?”
Brad looked up from the action, his character in the game having died. “About ten minutes, give or take.”
Nick couldn’t remember their next stop—all he could remember was that it was somewhere in Indiana. Wanting to give his girlfriend a heads up, Nick left the room and walked past the bathroom area to tap on the frame beside Brina’s bunk. “Hey, we’re almost there.” No answer. He decided to gently wake her, and he pulled the curtain back a little. She was awake, though, something he hadn’t expected, and she was typing on her phone with her thumbs—texting.
He had no words at first, simply because he was shocked. “I didn’t know if you heard me—we’re almost there.”
“Yeah, I heard you.”
He was curious as hell about what she was doing, but he wasn’t going to say anything. He wasn’t going to let her curtness slide, however. “Don’t you think it’s kind of rude to not acknowledge me?”
She cocked an eyebrow, but her eyes were still glued to the phone screen. “What? Are you feeling insecure, Nick? Do you need constant acknowledgement?”
Most of the things he wanted to say he thought would be perceived as weak and feminine, something Brina would jump all over. Her tone was completely bitchy and he wanted to challenge her, but he didn’t want to give her more fodder and he definitely didn’t want to come off as insecure and needy…even though he was starting to feel that way. That meant there was only one way to react. “Fuck off.” He slid the curtain closed again and walked back toward the front of the bus, sitting down where he had been when he awakened.
The problem was he was growing angrier the more he sat there. He wanted to tear into Brina, but he had the feeling she was a ruthless fighter. The problem was that he gave a shit. He cared way too much for her, and the only reason why he was beginning to think that was because he was pretty sure she didn’t feel the same way. Instead of trying to reassure him, she took the playground bully tactic of turning it around on him.
He knew, because he’d survived that shit all those years ago.
He was seething, and he couldn’t wait until they got to the next city. He needed to be completely alone and, until he left the bus, that would be impossible, because they were spending the night there before their busy day ahead.
Gracie walked down the hall and sat next to Nick, but she didn’t say a word. He wondered if she’d heard any of the bullshit that had transpired between him and Brina, and he really didn’t care. After a minute or so, she placed her hand on Nick’s and squeezed. Somehow Gracie always knew the right thing to do. He looked up and into her beautiful green eyes and smiled. His reward was her gentle smile in return.
They sat in silence for a while as the bus maneuvered through first a busy freeway and then off onto smaller roads, making a series of clunky turns (something Nick never found fun on the bus) over the course of the next several minutes before coming to a complete stop. Well, it might have been ten minutes to the city from when he’d asked Brad, but it had been another ten-plus after that to get to their destination.
By the time the bus stopped, he was ready to jump out of his skin. Instead, he made a beeline for the door. Gracie asked, “Where are you going?”
Yeah, okay, so jumping up from the couch had been somewhat rude. He turned and said, “I’m a little stir crazy. I need some fresh air. I’ll be back.” After he’d taken a step down, he said, “I have my phone if you guys need me soon.”
Hitting the gravel in the parking lot, it didn’t take him long to realize it was fucking freezing outside. Jesus. Going back inside, to claim a jacket or not, would just make him angrier, as though he were admitting defeat. Yeah, it was nonsensical, but he couldn’t shake that feeling. So he stood beside the bus for a minute, trying to decide if he could brave it enough to walk around without warmth or if he should stop being a stubborn ass and get a jacket.
It wasn’t another minute before Gracie walked off the bus, adorned in her red coat with fur lining, holding Nick’s leather jacket. “Maybe you could use this?”
He grinned, in spite of himself. “Maybe.”
“I certainly don’t feel like carrying it around everywhere. You could really help me out by putting it on.”
He took the jacket from her and started pulling it on, eager for the warmth it would provide. “What? You don’t think I can take a little cold?”
“Yeah, Mr. Macho. I suppose I can take it back inside if you’d rather.”
He shrugged. “Nah. Let’s find a place to eat. I’m buying.”
“I’m not hungry. But maybe a cup of hot cocoa.”
“You got it.” Nick looked around. “I wonder which way we should go.”
Gracie pulled her phone out of her pocket. “I can Google something.”
“Hell, no. Let’s just look around.” They started walking but Gracie was still tapping on her cell screen. Oh, fucking texts again. He was pretty sick of phones but he didn’t say anything. Good thing, too, because Gracie had no problems telling him what was going on. “I was just letting Val know I’ll be back in a while to watch the kids if she needs me to.” If he’d said something before that, he would have come off as a complete dick.
Nick nodded. They walked in silence for a while, and Nick was glad Gracie had brought his jacket when he saw a couple of snowflakes fall. He thought maybe he should express his gratitude. “Hey, thanks for fetching me the jacket.”
She laughed. “Thanks for not being as stubborn as me.”
That made him laugh too, and he was glad Gracie was along, but he didn’t have much else to say. He supposed that it was good they were close friends, because—unlike other people—Nick never felt like he had to sa
y something to her just because she was around. It was okay to not talk around each other.
As they started walking down a busy street, Nick considered flagging down a cab, but he spied a couple of restaurants a little down the way and changed his mind. “Either of those places look okay?”
Gracie nodded. “Sure. I’ll settle for a coffee if they don’t have hot cocoa.”
Nick pointed across the street another block away and said, “I’ll do you one better. If they don’t have hot cocoa, I’ll take you to that Starbucks over there. They have hot cocoa, don’t they?”
“Yep, they do. Some of the best.”
Nick couldn’t help but smile at his friend. Her nose was red from the cold air, but her grin was wide and infectious. He wondered why more women couldn’t be like Gracie—happy, laidback, low maintenance. Hell, he didn’t know of any other women who would have been as cool about accidentally having sex with their best friend as Gracie had been. It could have been awkward and impossible to move past, but her cool attitude made it manageable. Nick had felt like an asshole, but he would have felt even worse had she not been so mellow about it. Feeling affectionate, he slung an arm over her shoulder and they walked the remaining few yards to the entrance of a café and walked in. “Let’s warm up.” She nodded. “If the snow starts falling harder, I’ll pay for a cab back to the bus. Once the sun goes down, the temperature’s gonna drop more.”
The grin on Gracie’s face said it all—she was giving him grief. “Bet you’re really glad you’re wearing a jacket now.”
He shook his head as they found a booth. “You’re not gonna let that go, are you?”
“Nope.”
He laughed. Gracie always managed to make him feel better, no matter his mood beforehand. So they ordered—Gracie got some hot tea and a bowl of chili, and Nick ordered a double bacon cheeseburger, onion rings, and a large Pepsi.
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