She glanced up to watch Dex’s reaction to Beck eating her pussy. He was focused on the interaction and fully hard.
“Dex?” He met her eyes. “I want you in my mouth.”
His eyes went wide and he hesitated for a moment before he approached and placed one foot on the bench beside her. Flattening his palm on the wall, he stared at her face.
She licked him first, tugging his balls with her hand, before taking him to the back of her throat and sucking firmly. As she pulled back, she lightly scraped her teeth over the shaft. Her other hand was buried in Beck’s silky hair as he licked and sucked between her legs.
“Harley, that feels so fucking good.”
She kept her fist tight around the length of him she couldn’t take, stroking in rhythm with her mouth. After she put an end to his issues with her giving him head, Harley spent a lot of time with Dex’s dick in her mouth. She enjoyed the primal power of the act.
Sucking with force, it wasn’t long before his dirty mouth took over. It was one of the things she loved most about him. Always the gentleman, once Dex got naked there were no limits to the things he would say.
“I love how deep you take my cock, how hard you suck me. Part of me wants to fuck your mouth forever but part of me can’t wait to come down your throat.” She raked her nails over Beck’s scalp then moved that hand to her breast.
“Fuck yes…work those slender fingers over your nipples. They’re so tight that my mouth is watering to suck them.” Beck’s tongue fucked into her pussy and her gasp trailed into a low moan that vibrated over Dex’s cock. “The sight of you getting your pussy eaten while you blow me has got to be the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Working two fingers deep inside her, Beck sucked her clit between his lips and Harley came. The sight shoved Dex over the edge of his own climax.
“I’m coming…please don’t stop. That feels so damn good, Harley. That’s it, honey. Take everything I have for you. All for you…”
Dex gasped for breath as she dragged his come from his body, moaning as her own orgasm rocketed through her body. When he was fully depleted, he pulled from her mouth and collapsed beside her.
Beck’s tongue slipped inside her to capture more of her fluids and he kissed and licked until the trembling of her body stopped. Then his arms wrapped around her waist and he laid his head in her lap.
Harley rested her hands in his hair. “I think we’ll be alright, the three of us. I believe we can make this work. I can’t tell you how much I want that.”
He raised his face and gave her a dazzling smile. “We’ll take care of everything.” Glancing around the stall, he added, “First, we’re getting you out of the damn shower.”
She shook her head. “First, I want to taste you, Beck.” The smile dropped away as a full body shiver traveled over him. “You haven’t come and you gave me such wonderful orgasms.” Her hands coasted from his hair to his shoulders and she kneaded firmly. “Stand up for me.”
His expression uncertain, he got to his feet. The moment her fist and her mouth closed around him, he slapped his palms against the wall above her head with a groan.
“Harley, you…oh my god. That feels so good. I’m not going to last, I wanted this so much.” When she took his ball sac in her other hand, he nearly buckled. “You are every fantasy, every wish I’ve had for eight years.”
His hands curled into fists and tension strung his body tight. She listened to him pant for air and felt the moment his control was lost. Dropping his head back on his shoulders, he yelled her name and she listened to it echo off the tile. Then he gave her what she wanted and she drank him down.
Harley didn’t slow down or ease the pressure until he was limp and a shudder wracked his body.
Beck leaned down to kiss her, unsure if he tasted just himself on her mouth but not caring. Dex turned her face to him for a kiss and she responded with all the love she had for him.
He lifted her over his lap and pulled her face to his chest. Beck sat beside him and rested her legs over his thighs so he could gently massage her feet. They were quiet for a long time.
“I love you both so much. Your roles in my life – and in Lexie’s – are very complex. I’m slightly overwhelmed, as if I just got the one thing I always wanted but there’s a horrible catch.” She met Dex’s eyes. “I don’t know if I’m allowed to be happy with both halves of my heart. I don’t want to lose you.”
Dex’s voice was quiet and serious. “You’re allowed to have all the happiness we can give you, Harley. That’s love and Beck and I are giving it freely.”
His hands held her firmly. “When I was eighteen, I felt so left out. I wanted to be part of what the two of you had so badly. It wasn’t that I didn’t want Beck to have your love, just that I wanted it, too. I feel settled for the first time in years. Like the pieces are where they were meant to be.”
Beck said quietly, “We won’t let anything come between us, Harley. I never believed, in all these years, that I’d get another chance to love you. I hoped but I didn’t believe it or realize just how perfect it would be.”
Harley smiled. “It takes so little to please you…either of you. I feel like I’ve been horribly cruel all these years. I’m sorry.”
Beck pushed her almost dry curls from her face. “Listen to me, Harley. No matter how much we love you…you had every right to be hurt, to be angry. Don’t ever apologize for refusing to be a doormat, for not letting me continue to hurt you, for expecting honesty from us.
“We earned what we got, even Hart.” Dex frowned. “Almost losing you, really losing you, showed us how fragile our time with you could be. I’ve never felt more clarity in my life as the moment I laid eyes on you in that hospital bed.”
“Our tough, no bullshit, took whatever we dished out Harley could have died. I will never take one moment with you, or with my daughter, for granted again.”
She kissed them for a long time, going back and forth between them. Suddenly, she stared off for a moment, rubbing her head. “What am I forgetting?”
Outside the shower, two phone alarms went off. Dex and Beck stared at one another in confusion before the reason registered. They said together, “Bailey.”
“I completely forgot she was coming today. I haven’t seen her in months. Her plane lands in an hour.” She rushed to stand and almost fell.
Beck caught her smoothly. “Slow, Harley. We’ll make it in plenty of time.”
“I’m nervous about this visit.” She shook her head. “I think she might really be done with Hart this time. Bailey is incredible and she loves him but she won’t wait forever.”
Dex sighed. “She shouldn’t have to. He thinks of her like a sister.” Grinning at Harley, he added, “I never considered you a sister.”
She winked. “Thank god.”
Beck rinsed and dried off before running out to the pool house to get Harley’s clothes. They dressed her together and she laughed when they had issues with her bra.
“Not so much experience putting one on, huh?” Dex slapped her ass. When she was back in her sundress and sandals, she finger-combed her hair. “I’ll go eat pineapple while you get ready.”
Ten minutes later, the men stood in their living room watching Harley through the glass doors to the patio. She was relaxing in the sun as she ate small bites of pineapple.
Beck whispered, “I can’t fucking believe she’s here with us. I’m scared I’m hallucinating.”
Dex patted his shoulder. “She’s really here. Look how pretty she is, Beck. How do we get her to move in so we have her here all the time? I need her here in the house. I want to sleep with her and have breakfast with her in the mornings.”
“You should marry her, Dex. She should be married to one of us and you’d be more accepted after the hell I put her through.” He wasn’t bitter but he knew his voice was filled with regret.
“There is no way in hell she’ll do that. She loves us both too much. If we could both marry her, that would be great
, but since we can’t she isn’t going to choose. Besides, I’d feel like the biggest shit on the planet. I know what she means to you as much as I know what she means to me.”
“We have to figure something out so she’s legally protected. I won’t leave her to cope alone like she did before. She almost died and was happy just to pay her parents back. Man, I wanted to crawl under a rock when she acted like all the pain was worth it to make good on her promise. I’d have given her every dime to spare her that.”
They stood watching her, thinking.
Dex said, “Physically, we have to be gentle with her, Beck. I worry about her pelvis and her hip. Even if we have to be with her separately, I won’t risk hurting her.”
Beck nodded. “I thought about that. We’ll take it slow. I can wait however long it takes.” He put his hand on the frame of the glass. “She forgave me, Dex. After everything I did to her and how bad I hurt her. I don’t deserve it but I’m so damn grateful.”
“We’re a team in a whole new context now. We work together to love her and protect her – even if that ever means protection from one of us. I won’t let her down again.”
They smiled when she looked up and saw them watching her. She placed her dish in the outside sink and walked toward them.
“My lord, she’s more beautiful than she was at eighteen.”
“And she was smokin’ hot at eighteen, Beck.” The other man hummed in agreement.
She opened the door to look at them. “How long have you been standing here watching me stuff my face?” Her hands lifted to stroke through their hair. “You guys are so stunning, I can hardly stand it.”
They smiled and put their arms around her waist to lead her to the garage. She got in the back of the SUV. Leaning just inside the door, the men took turns kissing her before closing the door.
As Dex climbed behind the wheel and both of them buckled up, Beck glanced back at her. “Is there any chance for a sleepover while Bailey is in town?” Harley shook her head with a slow smile. “How many days is she here again?”
“I can’t remember.” They laughed. “Now, catch me up on your families. I haven’t seen them in ages.” The three of them spent the drive chatting about safe topics.
Neither man wanted to pick up Bailey sporting hard-ons.
Chapter Twenty
Over the next two days, Bailey busted them in compromising positions repeatedly. Harley did her physical therapy daily and then her best friend watched her newfound trampology in fascination.
The men were called to two separate locations by their agents for last-minute promotional crap they didn’t want to do.
Dex flew to New York, Beck to Chicago, and both were incredibly frustrated.
The women went to the spa the day they left and pampered themselves while Harley filled her in on the changes in her life since the last time they’d seen one another.
Bailey almost fell off her massage table when Harley told her about the day she spent at their house. “You came out of your shell with dynamite. You look damn good. Happy.”
Harley looked Bailey over carefully.
She was gorgeous, successful, and intelligent. Her Costa Rican heritage showed in long wavy dark brown hair, huge brown eyes, beautiful skin, and a curvy figure with full breasts. Men had been noticing her since they were thirteen.
Her marketing company did all the promotional materials for their parents and two dozen other clients. Since college, she’d worked harder than her family and friends realized. She hadn’t talked about her business. Instead, she made it a success all by herself.
Since they were little, Bailey had always been a girly girl. She liked shopping, nail polish, and chick flicks. She wasn’t interested in playing sports but knew as much about basketball as Harley because she’d been in love with Hartman since she was twelve.
Over the years, she dated but complained that no one gave her goose bumps the way Hart did.
The same night Beck got Harley pregnant, Hart ended up drunk after his family left to visit friends. Bailey walked him to his room and he was all over her. When her best friend confessed night years later, she did indeed have goose bumps all over while she talked about Hart kissing and stroking her everywhere.
Before things went too far, he passed out and never mentioned it again. As far as Harley knew, the situation had never been repeated.
“We’re almost twenty-six, Bailey. How long are you going to worship my brother from afar? When are you going to just jump him, damn it?” Bailey’s jaw clenched and Harley regretted teasing her. “I’m sorry, I know he’s blind. What can I do?”
Her best girlfriend all her life looked her dead in the face and said, “Disappear. Do not show up at the house tonight or tomorrow. Maybe not the next day either.”
“I’m feeling the love, Bailey.”
“You know why. When he sees you and me together, I’m Harley’s best friend. That soon leads to thinking Harley’s best friend is like my sister which quickly devolves into Bailey is another little sister.” She sighed. “Ultimately, the translation is I can’t fuck Bailey. I’m tired of him thinking of me like a sister, Harley. We’re not related and I want him so bad.”
She actually kicked her feet.
Harley burst out laughing. “Done, I’ll disappear for the weekend. Why don’t we all go dancing tonight first and you can work your salsa on him. You haven’t used that trick since we were fifteen and he ran off during our lessons never to return.”
Bailey winked. “The boy couldn’t take it, maybe the man can.”
Laughing, Harley nodded. “Let me know if you need me…send out a smoke signal or something. I’ll hang out at Dex and Beck’s place until they come back.”
The masseurs came in and worked them into bliss for a full hour. Then it was off to the sauna, waxing, hair, fingers and toes. They went shopping after spending hours at the spa and Bailey armed herself for battle.
By the time they returned to Hart’s place, they were so relaxed, he asked if they’d been drinking. They sat on either side of him and told him about everything they’d done. Harley held his hand and Bailey laid her head on his shoulder.
“Harley, I think I’m finally getting accustomed to the waxing. It barely hurt this time. My legs and under my arms never hurts but waxing everything down there used to hurt like a motherfucker. Now, it’s kind of erotic. Warm and sticky with a little edge of pain.”
Hart powered up from the couch and went to grab a drink.
Harley kept her eyes on Bailey’s and called into the kitchen, “Hart, you’re taking us dancing tonight.” They heard a glass break followed by him muttering “Fuck…” and they killed themselves with silent laughter and fist bumps.
Three hours later, Hart looked anywhere but at Bailey.
When she came out of the guest room in a flirty black mini-skirt that barely covered her ass, a slinky gold tank top, and black stilettos…he’d almost passed the fuck out.
Seeing her tanned and sleek legs bared from her polished toes to the hem of the skirt, knowing just how far her waxing went, made him thankful for wearing jeans and a Tommy Bahama buttoned shirt that wasn’t tucked in. She wore very little makeup and her long hair was loose except for two small sections in front that were pulled back with a clip.
Harley came in the kitchen, dressed similarly but wearing flats, and they put on music while Hart checked messages on his Blackberry. He watched Bailey behind his shades and wanted to growl as she worked Harley through a few simple moves.
“I’m so much slower and less flexible than I used to be. Let’s see how it goes.” His sister pulled him out to his truck. “Bailey, you sit up front so I can stretch my leg.”
Bailey climbed into the front passenger seat as Hart held the door for her. When she settled in the high vehicle and didn’t immediately straighten her entire skirt, he tugged it down for her.
“Thanks, Hart.” He mumbled and closed her door.
They had a quick dinner at a little bistro not far from a L
atin club Bailey found by asking some of the techs at the spa. They kept their legs perfectly crossed during dinner as they’d been taught by his mom.
The demure behavior earned them appreciative looks from every single male in the place. Eyes roved over their tone thighs and calves up to take in the cleavage both women had on display.
Several people recognized Hart. He signed autographs and a few men turned to the friends with cute lines, trying to hook up. They introduced themselves politely, using their first names only.
When one lifted Bailey’s hand and kissed it, he snarled, “Dude, I’m sitting right here.”
The fan stumbled out apologies and Hart refused to meet the eyes of his sister or the woman who had him all twisted up inside. He paid the tab, helped them from their chairs, and placed his hand at their low backs to guide them from the restaurant.
A man at the bar asked which one Hart was with and he told him, “They are not available.”
Outside, Bailey shook her finger at him. “Harley is your sister and you think of me the same way, so you could allow us to flirt, Hart. We spent time getting pretty and it would be nice for someone to appreciate it. As far as you’re concerned, we might as well be in flannel nightgowns.”
With that, she walked away with her heels clicking maddeningly to the club just ahead. She spoke to the bouncer whose eyes rolled down her body, found her very much up to snuff, and lifted the velvet rope to allow her in. She told him she was waiting for her brother and sister.
The bouncer glanced up and his eyes went wide. “Hart Jamison…welcome. The VIP lounge is available if you like. Let us know if you need anything.” Hart inclined his head and gently took Bailey’s upper arm just inside the club.
He pulled her close to whisper in her ear. “Did you just call me your brother?”
“Hart, isn’t that how you see me, amante?” She winked and led Harley away to dance.
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