An Indecent Proposition Part III

by Stephanie Julian

  Christ, he didn’t think he’d ever get tired of her.

  Restraining the urge, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her even closer.

  The bathroom door opened, spilling light into the room. When the light shut off, he heard Keegan pause before he started walking again.

  He waited for Keegan to head toward the door…and nearly pumped his fist in the air when Keegan moved to the other side of the bed and slipped beneath the covers.

  It was dark enough that Erik couldn’t see him but he heard his friend sigh.

  “Lie still,” Jules demanded in a sleepy voice. “Stop thinking. Go to sleep.”

  Good advice.

  Erik closed his eyes.

  ***

  Keegan’s eyes opened to a room still dark.

  Made sense. He typically woke by 6:30 a.m., no matter if he’d gone to bed only an hour before or had been drinking or whatever.

  His internal clock was a ruthless son-of-a-bitch he wished he could shoot on mornings like this.

  His head ached, despite the painkillers, but the slim arm wrapped around his waist burned. And not in a bad way.

  No, it made him want to grab the hand splayed across his stomach and push it down to wrap around his morning erection.

  Which throbbed almost as badly as his head.

  And if he knew Erik at all, he knew the guy would wake up and want to fuck Jules hard and fast. Together.

  At least, he knew that about the old Erik. He was finally starting to see glimmers of that man again.

  He fucking loved that Julianne had brought Erik out of the dark hole he’d fallen into. Erik might not have crawled out completely, but he was a hell of a lot closer to the rim than he’d been a month ago.

  And almost all of that had to do with the woman whose soft skin made him want to lick her from head to toe.

  Behind him, he heard two separate sets of breathing, deep and even. Probably both still asleep.

  Could he get up without waking either of them?

  Why the hell do you want to get up?

  For the first time in years, probably since before Erik’s accident, he had the urge to indulge himself. To take without feeling like he didn’t deserve…whatever it was he wanted.

  And this morning he wanted Jules until his stomach ached and his muscles seized. He wanted to roll over and get inside that tight pussy and let Erik take her ass.

  He wanted to do her fast and hard, no holding back. No restraint.

  He knew Erik wouldn’t object to being woken up. Would Jules?

  Find out.

  Not giving himself time to talk himself out of it, he shifted around so he lay facing her.

  Her eyes remained closed, her breathing deep. Her lips were parted only the slightest bit and he had to bite back a groan as he thought of those lips wrapped around his cock, like she’d taken Erik.

  Christ, the things he wanted to do to this woman…

  Not now. At least, not all of them.

  Could he work his way inside her before she opened her eyes?

  Did she sleep deeply enough that he could wake her with an orgasm?

  A slight movement behind Jules drew his attention. Keegan eased himself up on one elbow, careful not to jostle her. He looked over her shoulder to find Erik blinking sleep out of his eyes.

  It took only seconds and then Erik’s eyes began to gleam, letting Keegan know his friend had read his mind. Or at least correctly interpreted the lust on his face.

  His lungs had to work harder as he looked back at Jules. Her long hair partially obscured her face but when he inched closer, the tip of his cock brushing against her mound, her lips parted on a sigh and her hips thrust the tiniest bit forward.

  The slight patch of hair on her mound brushed against the underside of his shaft, making him suck in a sharp breath.

  “Fuck.”

  He hadn’t said it loud but it must’ve been just enough to rouse her.

  “Okay.”

  He barely heard her but he definitely understood what she was telling him when her hands reached for his hips, stroking down until she petted his thighs.

  “Both. Together.”

  He had no trouble understanding her this time. Her voice, still rough with sleep, made his cock harden even more.

  Grabbing her leg, he lifted it onto his thigh, positioned his cock with one hand and pulled her onto him with the other.

  He nearly swallowed his tongue. “God damn, you’re already wet.”

  She moaned, eyes still closed. “Good dreams. So hot.”

  He forced himself to work into her slowly, to let her feel every inch of his cock in her pussy as he went deep then held, rubbing the base of his cock against her clit when he did.

  She moaned again as her head tipped back and Erik’s head bent to rest on her shoulder.

  Keegan felt Erik moving behind her, felt her quiver as Erik petted her ass before he rolled over on his other side to grab something from the bedside table.

  Shit. Condoms.

  Erik tossed one at him, which he caught out of the air. He didn’t want to pull out of her wet heat but he wasn’t going to betray her trust either. He’d gotten a clean bill of health the last time he’d been at the doctor, but until he exchanged that information with Jules, he wasn’t going to let her think he didn’t care about her.

  The next time, if she okayed it…no fucking condoms.

  He pulled out, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she moaned. He made short work of it but Erik had been faster.

  “Oh my god.”

  Jules bowed forward, though she couldn’t move much, sandwiched between them as tightly as she was.

  Behind her, Erik’s eyes closed as he worked his way into her tight ass, his expression contorting with pleasure just before he leaned forward and pressed his face into the back of her head, nose buried in her hair.

  As she gasped, her fingers clenched on Keegan’s hips. Pulling at him. Her lips pressed an open-mouthed kiss against his chest, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin.

  If that wasn’t an invitation he didn’t know what was.

  As if he’d read Keegan’s mind, Erik stilled, waiting. Keegan didn’t need to be told twice. He pressed inside her again, and this time the fit was almost too tight.

  But Jules didn’t complain.

  “More.” Her mouth moved over his skin, brushing against the base of his throat. He tilted his head back, wanting her to do it again as he thrust. When she did, he rewarded her by seating himself deep enough to press against her clit.

  Reaching for him with one hand and reaching behind her with the other for Erik, Jules moved just enough to set the pace.

  Slow. Steady. Maddeningly steady.

  Lust built at the lazy slide of skin against skin. The stiffened points of her nipples dug into his chest, a sharp contrast to the softness of her stomach against his. Her mouth continued to press increasingly fevered kisses to his chest until he cupped her chin and lifted her mouth to his.

  He kissed her hard, hearing her moan low in her chest as their lips melded. His tongue slid into her mouth and played with hers, coaxing her into gliding against his with the same rhythm.

  Behind her, he heard Erik’s breathing hitch, felt his hips pick up speed, and knew he was close.

  Erik thrust deeper as Keegan pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained enclosed in her sheath. Jules moaned and wriggled as much as she was able. The motion appeared to inflame Erik.

  “Fuck me, baby. Yes.”

  Erik’s raspy growl made Keegan want to pound into her as well, but he held still. He let Erik find his own rhythm until he began to groan and pump his release into Jules.

  Erik’s orgasm must have triggered hers because he felt the strong convulsions of her pussy sucking him deeper.

  His cock twitched, the tug in his balls letting him know he wasn’t going to last long. He held out long enough for Erik to pull free and flop onto his back.

  Then Keegan released the reins. He
let his hips swing hard and fast, pulling her down onto his cock to increase the contact, to fill her even more.

  She cried out, her arms winding around his neck to hold on as he pounded into her. He didn’t hold anything back, his arms crushing her against him, his mouth covering her lips and devouring her.

  It took him longer than Erik but that was deliberate. He wanted it to last, to draw it out until he couldn’t see straight and she wouldn’t think to leave the bed.

  His arms tightened even more and his mouth demanded her complete acquiescence. He wanted her limp, wanted her unable to move, to leave.

  This time, damn it, she wasn’t leaving. His orgasm built until he couldn’t hold it back. It practically kicked him in the ass as his cock jerked hard and he pumped into her.

  At least a minute later, he loosened his hand from her hair and eased back enough that she could take a deep breath.

  Her contented sigh made him want to pump his fist in the air, and behind her, he heard Erik release a short, amused laugh.

  “And good morning to you, too.”

  Her lips tilted into a smile as she spoke, and finally she cracked her eyes open.

  Keegan let himself stare into that dark gaze, his own mouth curved in amusement.

  “Sleep okay?” he asked.

  Her smile broadened. “For as long as I was allowed to sleep, yeah.”

  “Blame Keegan.” Erik rolled onto his side again, his arms wrapping around Jules to fit her into his body. “He’s the ass who can’t sleep beyond the crack of dawn. Hell, even in college he was up before the fucking chickens.”

  “Roosters.” Jules yawned, her eyes squeezing shut as one hand entwined with Erik’s. Her other curved over Keegan’s shoulder.

  He fucking loved the way she didn’t make either of them feel left out. And that it seemed instinctual on her part.

  He just realized he had no idea if she’d ever been in a three-way relationship before. Not that it mattered, but she seemed to be handling it…them…well.

  Then again, so far, they’d only had sex. There was no relationship.

  “Fuck. Keegan’s starting to think. I swear I can hear his gears creaking.” Erik leaned up on one elbow behind Jules. “And that’s not a good thing this early.”

  Keegan gave Erik the finger instinctively, but Jules grabbed his hand and brought that finger to her mouth, sucking on the tip and forcing a groan out of him.

  When she released him, his brain was blank and she wore a pout.

  “I’m hungry. One of you two had better be able to make something more than cereal. I need food.”

  Erik’s eyes were already closed. “That’s his job. Breakfast, dude. The lady’s hungry. And so am I.”

  Keegan was used to Erik’s demands. And it was his own damn fault that Erik thought he could get away with it because Keegan actually liked to cook. It was like working in the lab except he was using pots and pans instead of robots and computers.

  So, though he wanted to stay in bed, he knew Erik wasn’t going to feed her. And if they wanted to keep her in bed all day, the least they could do was make sure she had enough strength to get through the day.

  Leaning forward, he kissed her, gratified that her lips clung when he pulled back after a few seconds. “I’ll be back. Don’t go anywhere.”

  “Don’t plan to.” She yawned again. “Don’t be gone long.”

  “Yes, your highness.”

  Her eyes closed but he saw her nose wrinkle before she smiled. “Damn right.”

  He rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom then raided Keegan’s walk-in closet for sweats.

  The bedroom was warm but he knew the rest of the house would be ball-shriveling cold. Erik’s idea of a comfortable temperature was miles apart from his.

  Before he left the room, he turned to find both of them asleep again. Erik had Jules’ head tucked beneath his chin, the rest of them covered by the bedding.

  He closed the door behind him as he stepped into the hall.

  ***

  Jules had fallen back to sleep but Erik didn’t let himself.

  He’d gotten good at forcing his body to shut down no matter what was going on. It’d become a safety mechanism, taught to him by a former SEAL who’d been a therapist at the rehab hospital where he’d spent the better part of two years.

  Jimmy Cochran had lost an eye and a foot in Afghanistan and was one tough bastard who hadn’t let him slide. Along with Keegan, who’d kept Erik involved with the business in every way possible during those early, blurry years of recovery, operations, and rehab, Jimmy was the second person Erik felt he owed his life to.

  Neither Jimmy nor Keegan had let him wallow in his misery too long. They’d poked, they’d prodded, they’d pissed him off until he’d finally done as much as he thought he could do. And then they pushed him farther.

  When had he hit the wall that’d stopped his forward momentum?

  Probably when he’d left the rehab hospital that last time two years ago. After he’d said no more operations.

  Which was right about the time Keegan had started looking like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders.

  And yeah, that was partially his fault. Okay, mostly his fault. He’d returned to work full time but his concentration had been divided.

  Before the accident, he’d had two things on his mind: building the business and getting laid. He’d never had a problem with either. He’d been twenty-five, their firm had gone from decent to holy-shit-we’re-rich, and they’d had more money than they knew what to do with.

  And the women… God damn. Whoever, whenever, wherever. He’d never had a problem getting laid, but with the money they were making, women literally slipped their numbers into his pockets anywhere from business events to bars.

  And then he’d met Anne Corcoran a few months before the explosion and he’d thought maybe, just maybe, she’d been the one.

  Smart, sexy, and career-minded. A woman who knew what she wanted and went after it. Which had been him. Keegan had never entered into the equation because Anne had expressed no interest in him and Keegan hadn’t been remotely interested in her.

  And then… Boom.

  He’d gone from having immense possibilities to nothing but pain.

  Anne had stuck around a few months, but he hadn’t blamed her when she finally told him she couldn’t take it anymore. Which had been a blessing because he couldn’t look at her anymore.

  She’d reminded him of everything he’d lost.

  The very few times he’d ventured into society two years after the explosion had shown him, in no uncertain terms, how different his life was going to be from there on out.

  Which was why he’d thrown himself into finding out who’d rigged the explosion.

  He had no doubt someone had sabotaged the lab. There were just too many coincidences, too many pieces that didn’t fit. He didn’t want to believe it was someone who worked for them, but all signs pointed to it being an inside job. And that would devastate Keegan.

  Keegan didn’t want to believe the accident had been rigged, didn’t want to think someone hated them enough to want to hurt them.

  Erik didn’t think it had anything to do with hate. No, he was pretty damn sure it had everything to do with money. Contracts they were getting that older, more established companies were not.

  Erik didn’t think the plan had been to hurt him or Keegan. He was pretty sure the explosion was supposed to go off at night when no one was around. It’d only been dumb luck that he’d still been in the lab finishing something Keegan had started.

  Which was why Keegan still carried that enormous mountain of guilt on his back. And why he’d agreed to Erik’s original scheme to get this woman in their bed.

  Well, that had worked out pretty damn well because here she was.

  Yeah, so now what?

  Probably should’ve given that some more thought.

  Three-way sex didn’t need much planning.

  A three-way relationship? T
hat needed a fucking twenty-page manual. And neither he nor Keegan wrote their own instruction manuals for their products. They had people to do that for them.

  Jules had been right. They’d never had a relationship with any of the women they’d double-teamed. Probably because they hadn’t known how to work it.

  They were going to have to figure it out and fast because neither one of them were giving her up.

  She accepted him, scars and all, and he had a serious jones for her, to the point where he couldn’t stop thinking about her, day and night.

  And though he probably wouldn’t admit it, Keegan had fallen pretty damn hard. Hell, he’d practically fucked her in public. And for Keegan, that was like declaring his eternal love.

  The guy didn’t do casual. And he didn’t do PDA lightly. Though he’d never admitted it, Erik thought there was something in Keegan’s past that made showing affection equal to crying like a girl.

  They’d never talked about it. Hell, lately they didn’t talk about anything that didn’t relate to the business…or Jules.

  Below in his kitchen, he heard Keegan opening drawers and cabinets, probably cursing him because he didn’t have the high-end toys Keegan did in his. Erik’s kitchen was nothing like Keegan’s, all shiny and stainless and spotless.

  His was utilitarian, more country farmhouse than high-tech. Considering he had a housekeeper who made most of his meals, he didn’t really need more than a microwave, a fridge, and a stove.

  Keegan wasn’t making a lot of noise, but Erik angled up on one elbow to stare down at Jules. Utter relaxation made her look years younger than twenty-one. Too young to have taken on so much of her mother’s debt. Then again, her father, according to Carol, had been a rare bastard who’d left them high and dry.

  If he ever met Jules’ dad, the guy wouldn’t leave in one piece.

  Erik wanted to take care of her, wanted the opportunity to get to know her, to be the one she came home to at night and told about her day.

  Hell, he didn’t want her to have to worry about work or money at all.

  Yeah, and how are you going to manage that when Keegan wants the same thing?