Kansas City Shuffle

by Talya Bosco

  Despite all her reading, she still was unsure of how to proceed. There were all kinds of positions they could take to do what she wanted, but she didn't know which one to suggest.

  Jared scooted toward the head of the bed. “Turn toward me, babe. On your knees.” She did as directed and found herself facing Jared's cock with Devon at her backside. “This will actually be the most comfortable way for you. Unless it will bother you in this position?”

  Her stomach did flip-flops as she imagined Devon fucking her with all his strength from behind. Ramming into her and pushing her mouth onto Jared's cock with each stroke. She swallowed hard at the mental picture. Hell no, it wouldn't bother her, not in the least.

  Incapable of speaking over the lump of excitement in her throat, she shook her head no and immediately moved into position.

  Jared was in front of her, legs spread open, her kneeling between them. She reached for his cock and stroked it slowly. She'd wanted to explore it last night, but he'd refused, and she'd be damned if she let him refuse tonight. He kept saying tonight was for her, so dammit, she was going to take what she wanted.

  She ran her fingers along the sides of his cock, feeling the extra skin, enjoying the sensation of it under her fingertips. She played with it for a moment and watched his eyes flutter as she explored.

  She kept one hand on his cock and let the other drift to his balls to cup and caress them gently. Her previous partners hadn't been much for this kind of stimulation, but by the expression on Jared's face, he enjoyed it immensely.

  She moved them between her fingers, careful not to squeeze, but eager to explore as long as he would let her. Her thumb flicked at the liquid on the tip of his cock, spreading it around the wide head.

  “Rissa, babe.” His eyes were closed, and he moaned her name, slowly pushing his cock into her hands. The sight of it sliding between her thumb and forefinger suddenly made her even more eager to have him in her mouth.

  She licked her lips in preparation and opened them to take his head into her mouth. Slowly she slipped her lips over him, holding on to him tightly with mouth and hand, making it last as long as possible.

  Once the head was past her lips, she stopped and explored further. She found herself fascinated with the extra skin, and lost a few moments as her tongue teased against it, moving it slowly around. It felt so different to what she was used to that she couldn't help herself.

  She was dimly aware of hands on her hips, lifting them and moving her into position. When Devon's fingers probed her pussy, she moaned around the cock in her mouth.

  Jared shivered, and she moaned again.

  “You ready for me, sweetheart?”

  Oh boy was she ready. She was dripping liquid down the insides of her thighs and wanted to be filled so badly, she almost hurt. But instead of telling him all this—after all, her mouth was full—she shook her ass, urging him on.

  His latex-covered cock probed at her nether lips, and she rocked backward, urging him in.

  A light slap on her ass made her stop, but she whimpered instead as she waited for him to enter her.

  A hand stroked her cheek and she lay her head on Jared's thigh, his cock still buried in her mouth.

  When Devon finally started to push his way past her outer lips, she tightened her mouth around Jared's cock and grabbed his thighs with her hands.

  “Does it hurt?” Jared's softly spoken question penetrated the sensual haze she was in.

  Pulling away from him for a moment, she responded. “No, not at all. I just want more.”

  Jared smiled and looked behind her. “You heard the lady, Devon. Give it to her.”

  Devon took her at her word and pushed into her with an unexpected speed, ripping a gasp from her lips. Her nails dug into Jared's thighs, and she arched back, trying to keep herself from moving from the thrust.

  “How's it feel, sweetheart? You want me to continue?”

  If he stopped now, she swore to all the gods in the heavens that she would kill him.

  “If you have to ask, Devon, then you shouldn't be down there.” Immediately she regretted her sarcastic answer, afraid she'd offended him.

  Instead, his chuckle ran up her spine, followed by his tongue as he licked his way quickly up her back until he was bent over her completely, still seated inside her. “Oh, babe, trust me, I know what I'm doing. And by the time I'm done, you are going to be screaming my name around Jared's cock and wondering how you ever survived without me.”

  Shivers ran through her at his promise, one that she felt he could, and would, deliver on. When he moved back and started to pull out of her before pushing back in, her feeling turned into a surety.

  She closed her eyes and felt him slowly push and pull his way into her. Oh, God, yes, this man definitely knew what he was doing.

  When she opened her eyes, she saw Jared's cock waiting for attention once again. She smiled and grabbed hold of it, then wrapped her lips around it and pushed it into her mouth as deep as she could take it.

  She sucked hard when Devon thrust into her forcefully. Yes, this was what she had wanted.

  Devon led the dance that followed, each thrust and push sending her mouth onto Jared's cock harder, only to pull her back when he slid partway out of her pussy. In and out, they filled her from both ends. Friction built up, and her body began to shake once again as it climbed high in excitement. She let herself go, moving with Devon, letting him lead the way to their completion.

  Jared repositioned himself, though, and suddenly he was in charge of the thrusts into her mouth. He was no longer letting her ride Devon's movements. No, he was directing his own, and she didn't know where to pay attention.

  Both of them pushed into her at same time, filling her, and then pulled out, leaving her feeling empty and bereft for the brief seconds before they pushed back into her.

  Jared supported her chin. Devon had his hands on her hips, and together they fucked her, their speed increasing with each thrust.

  Soon they were fucking her hard and fast, just the way she'd imagined it. The sound of Devon's cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy and Jared fighting the suction of her mouth met her ears, and the tension coiled deep in her stomach once again. The groans and moans of all three of them reverberated in her ears as she neared orgasm.

  When it came, it was sharp and hard, starting deep in her belly and stretching out to the rest of her body, sending tiny explosions off under her skin. Her pussy pulsed and squeezed around Devon's cock. Instinctively she tightened her lips around Jared and sucked hard as she moaned out her pleasure.

  The spray of cum into her mouth had her swallowing rapidly to get all that Jared had to offer. His groan as he pushed one final time into her mouth pleased her as she swallowed the last of his juices. She wanted to lick him clean, but Devon's thrusts had her gasping and straightening up with a shout.

  Devon, too, groaned, pulling her against his chest as he thrust quickly into her. His arm tightened around her waist, and with a final shudder, she felt his orgasm roll through his body, his cock rapidly twitching and shooting into the latex barrier covering him.

  Chapter Seven

  Light streamed through the French doors and danced across the coverlet. Jared lay beside Larissa, whose upper body was draped over Devon's chest. He reached a hand up to stroke her hair and contemplated their situation.

  He was in love with her. There was no doubt in his mind that it wasn't just physical attraction; it wasn't just his werewolf chemistry reacting to her. It was love. Everything about her: from her sense of humor, to her insecurities, her willingness to go after what she wanted, and her assurance to handle the repercussions.

  She was intelligent, funny, and gorgeous. But she was also independent and lived her life the way she wanted, to hell with anyone else. Which made him love her even more.

  She also was one of the most honest people he'd ever met. Devon was right last night. She didn't have to tell Devon about Jared at dinner. And she didn't have to tell Jared about
Devon yesterday morning. But she had. She believed in being up-front about things, which just made their whole situation even worse.

  Once she found out their entire relationship was based solely on lies and misdirection, would she ever forgive them?

  “We are so screwed.”

  Devon's softly spoken words had him turning to his best friend and soon-to-be coleader. He was right; would she ever forgive them?

  “We had no choice, Dev.”

  “Don't get me started on that again, Jared. You know how I stand.”

  “Fine, but would you have been happy with the alternative?” They continued to keep their words low in an effort not to wake the woman between them. “If Mother hadn't interfered, we never would have met her. And I, for one, find that option unacceptable.”

  It was Devon's turn to stroke Larissa. “No, you're right. Now that she's come into our lives, I don't know how I could live without her.”

  “So what are we gonna do? We can't continue to lie to her, Dev. I can't do it. Even telling myself we aren't lying, that we're just avoiding telling her some things, it's not enough.” His gaze rested on her sleeping face. He felt his heart crack when he thought of her leaving them.

  “You're right, we can't. But I don't have the foggiest.”

  “Maybe today when she's with Michelle we can come up with something.”

  “Shit. That's today?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  “Have you told her we met Larissa? Does she know to keep her mouth shut?”

  “She's not stupid, Dev. She knows what's at stake.”

  “Sorry, you're right.” Devon shook his head. “I know better than that.”

  Larissa moved, and the two of them instantly watched her for wakefulness. That was all they needed, her waking up and hearing their discussion. She wasn't ready to hear anything. And they weren't ready to tell her.

  She rolled onto her back and then stretched before opening her eyes.

  “Morning, beautiful.” Jared watched the blush race across her face as she remembered the night before. “How do you feel about some breakfast?”

  Larissa reached for the sheet, making sure it covered her completely before looking back at the two men hovering over her.

  “Um, I don't normally eat breakfast.” Her voice was small and high. She seemed to be nervous, and he didn't know why. “Why don't the two of you go ahead, and I'll meet you in the sitting room after I've showered and dressed.”

  Devon shook his head. “Oh no. You aren't gonna do this.”

  Larissa's gaze turned to Devon. Her eyes widened in shock as he reached for the sheet. He pulled it, hard enough to rip it out of her hands.

  “Hey!” She reached for the sheet, but he held it out of her reach.

  “No. No 'hey.' You are not gonna hide your body from us after everything we shared last night.”

  “I wasn't—”

  “Don't even try to lie to us, Rissa. You know Devon's right. You were trying to hide from us. Be shy, be uncertain, but never be embarrassed or ashamed. We love this body.”

  “And you don't hide it from us.”

  Larissa's eyes narrowed. “Did it ever occur to you that I was telling the truth? That I don't eat breakfast, and that maybe I was cold?”

  The men looked at each other before chuckling. “No,” they said together.

  “Fine. If you don't mind, I have to use the facilities. Order what you want for breakfast; I'll meet you in the sitting room.”

  The two of them put their hands up in a “surrender” move and backed away as she crawled off the bed and reached for the sheet. Devon reached it first and once again kept it out of her grasp. She huffed and walked into the bathroom, stark naked.

  Once she'd shut the door, they turned to look at each other again.

  “I think we've got our hands full.”

  “Do you think she heard us?”

  Jared shook his head. “Hell no. With a temper like that? She'd have torn us a new one if she'd heard any of it.”

  “Damn, I can't wait for make-up sex.”

  Larissa turned on the shower after stepping out of the small room that housed the toilet, still fuming. How dare they assume she was ashamed of her body? What made them think she was hiding?

  But you were hiding. You know damn well you were.

  Oh shut up.

  And who gave them the right to order me around like that. “You won't hide your body from us.” Yeah, right. Who the hell did they think they were?

  She really needed to stop arguing with herself. It just plain wasn't healthy. She stepped into the shower and continued her inner monologue. Okay, so she had been hiding. And she hadn't been cold.

  Far from it, in fact. As soon as she opened her eyes and saw the two delicious specimens of male meat in front of her, her body had heated to such a degree that she was ready to take them both on. Again.

  And okay, despite what had happened last night, despite all their assurances, she still hadn't wanted them to see her naked like that. Dammit, it wasn't like they were in the heat of the moment, with low lighting and all that. It was bright sunlight.

  Even Jared, yesterday morning, hadn't seen her body completely naked. She'd managed to keep under the covers most of the time. At least most of her body.

  What was she going to do if they took a good look at her and decided she was too fat for them? For more than a one-night stand?

  Hell, what the hell was she thinking about? What did it matter? Of course it was a one-night stand. What else could it be?

  Well, okay, maybe a five-night stand. She was going home in a few days. She lived in Philly; they lived here. There wasn't a future for them.

  Where on earth did that thought come from? A future? She'd known them for less than forty-eight hours. Shit, she'd known Devon for less than twenty-four. What the hell was all this about a future?

  Forget it, woman. It's your overactive hormones talking. Your biological clock or something. It's been so long since you've had any action, you're attributing things that aren't there. Just enjoy it as long as it lasts.

  And keep the lighting dim.

  “So what have you been doing since you got here? How are your dates going?”

  Larissa choked on the water she was drinking. Overcome with a coughing fit, it took her a few minutes to get her composure back.

  “Are you okay?” Michelle looked concerned, leaning toward her with a frown.

  Larissa wiped the tears from her eyes. “Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry.”

  “No, I'm sorry. I didn't think it would be that hard of a question.”

  “I gather you haven't heard?”

  Michelle tilted her head, her long red hair nearly brushing the table. Tall and elegant, Michelle was everything Larissa had always wanted to be growing up. Until she'd learned to accept herself for who and what she was.

  At times like this, she was grateful she'd gotten over that irrational jealousy from her youth. If she hadn't, she'd never have given Michelle the time of day. And Larissa knew already that would have been her own loss. Michelle was the kind of woman who Larissa would be pleased to call friend.

  “What happened?”

  Larissa bit her lip before answering. “My first date missed because his girlfriend went into labor. My third date had to run to Las Vegas because of a sick mother-in-law, and my second… Well, let's say I wouldn't wish that boy on my worst enemy from high school.”

  “Who was that?”

  “Philip Prentiss.”

  This time, Michelle choked on her drink. “Philip?”

  “Yeah. He was a pompous ass. I couldn't imagine a man as insulting as him. He's damn lucky he's as good-looking as he is, because as soon as he opened his mouth, all attraction was gone.”

  “Philip?”

  “Yes, Philip. Why? Do you know him?”

  “I thought I did. Apparently not.”

  Larissa looked at Michelle for a minute, confused. Maybe Philip had always been polite around her. After all, she was the
reason he was on a cover. She probably had veto power.

  “Well, I don't want him to lose his job or anything, but I have to say that I was glad to leave him.” Larissa thought of what happened afterward. Oh yeah, she was definitely glad.

  “Hey, what's that smile for? What happened?” Michelle's eyes narrowed, but the smile on her face widened.

  Larissa debated telling her anything. They'd been together for all of an hour at the most, and although they'd seemed to hit it off pretty well, Michelle was still a stranger.

  But really, what did it matter? It wasn't like she was asking for Larissa's deepest, darkest secret. “Well, I met someone.”

  “Really? Spill.”

  What should she tell her? Most of Michelle's stories dealt with triads. Werewolf triads, okay, but triads nonetheless. It wasn't like she'd be disgusted by what Larissa had been doing. If she was so willing to write about it, she had to be okay with it in real life, didn't she? Could she trust Michelle with it?

  Should she trust her with it? She didn't know what the hell had been going on the past few days, but she'd met so many people that she felt comfortable with, really comfortable, that it was almost wrong. Between Susan, the men, and now Michelle, Larissa felt like she was among friends. Among a group of people who would always be there no matter what.

  What she had told Devon last night was true. It was scaring her, freaking her out almost. She wasn't the kind of person who did things on hunches. She based everything on hard, cold facts. This was so unlike her it was scary.

  But at the same time, it was freeing as well. She'd never felt so unencumbered and relaxed at home or even on any other vacations. Maybe there was something in the air; she didn't know. But whatever it was, it had her acting strangely out of character, and to be honest, she didn't want to stop.

  “Before I spill, I have a question for you.”

  “Okay, shoot.”

  “Your characters. What made you write them?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, the relationships. Why write triads? I know you write erotic romance, but there are all kinds of different versions, subgenres, whatever. You could have written about BDSM, capture fantasies, or even just straight hot sex between one man and a woman. Why did you pick triads?”