Stockholm Surrender

by Lily Harlem

  “Good, it made me enough money to stay in Thailand until the trial and then James’ parents bought my plane ticket home. Kind of like a thank you present.”

  “That was kind of them.” I took a sip of beer. “Did you go home to Perth?”

  “Yes.”

  “Is that where you spent Christmas?”

  “Yep, hadn’t seen my parents all year, so I hung out with them and helped Dad in his shop. Paid back the money he’d loaned me and got myself straight again.”

  “What kind of shop?”

  “Surely you can guess,” James said with a laugh, reaching for his beer and leaning against the kitchen counter.

  I shook my head. “No.”

  “A surfing shop,” Ty said. “Dad’s got a chain of three on the West Coast. He manages the one nearest to home himself. I took control for a few weeks so he could have some time off. He’s a bit of a control freak though, and doesn’t hand over the reins easily.”

  “Ah, so that’s where you get it from,” I said with a laugh.

  “Get what from?” He looked indignant.

  “The control thing, not being satisfied until you have your own way.”

  “You don’t complain about me having my way with you.”

  He gave such a wickedly sexy smile that I couldn’t help but lean over the table and kiss him. But the small peck heated up in an instant and he slotted his fingers over my ears, slanted his head and poked his tongue into my mouth. A lusty little sigh rumbled up from my chest. I wanted him again, so badly.

  “Oh, come on,” James said. “Please, think of the sex-starved guy, would you?” He slapped Ty ‘round the head.

  “Hey,” Ty said, breaking the kiss.

  “Ah, not that I blame you, mate.” He winked at me. “If she were mine I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her either.”

  We found trays and ate in the living room, a log fire burning, as we half watched a quiz show on TV. Within ten minutes of stacking the plates on the coffee table, Ty pulled me into his arms and whispered, “It’s bedtime, baby, but I hope you’re not tired.”

  “Not at all,” I said, feeling my pussy tremble and my heart soar. The thought of the night ahead, lying naked in his arms, giving and receiving pleasure was creating a giddy, endorphin-soaked high.

  “Night, James,” Ty said, pulling me up. “See you in the morning.”

  “Yeah, have fun.”

  I leaned down and pressed a kiss to James’ cheek. It was covered in scratchy dark stubble. “Sleep well,” I said, inhaling his deliciously spicy aftershave.

  His gaze snared mine. “Mmm, I will if you make the effort to keep the noise down. I already know how lucky Ty is to have found you, I don’t need to hear the proof of his good fortune.” He gave a tight little smile.

  I reached out and touched a lock of his coal-black hair that had fallen onto his cheek. He looked sexy yet vulnerable. His smile hadn’t reached his eyes.

  Straightening, I followed Ty to the door. It was hard to walk away from James. He had the same sexy magnetism Ty had, only it was damaged—not beyond repair, but it needed nurturing.

  Ty and I headed up to the bedroom we’d used earlier. I shut the curtains and Ty turned on the bedside lamps. The walls were decorated with pink and cream floral paper, the bed had pink-and-moss-green-striped covers with matching pillows and there was a white dressing table holding a large three-tiered mirror. Glancing about, I noticed several cottage knickknacks. A cross-stitched “Home Sweet Home” sign hung above the bed, there were bowls of potpourri on the dresser and a wooden blanket box sat in the corner with a tatty teddy bear propped on it.

  “This is nice,” Ty said, peeling off his sweater.

  Nice? It was perfect. So was he.

  I sat on the bed, content to watch my lover strip off his clothes. Admiring the way his muscles strained and stretched beneath his skin as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. I relished my glimpse of his silken, dark-blond armpit hair and appreciated the intricate details of his tattoo. He undid his jeans, shoved them down his legs and I drank up the sight of his strong thighs and lean shins. Finally, he yanked at his socks and hooked his fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs.

  My mouth salivated and I swallowed tightly. I could see how hard he was through the gray material—it tented and strained and there was a tiny, dark dot of moisture near the top—pre-cum.

  “You gonna get undressed?” he asked.

  “Sure.”

  Instead of relieving himself of his last item of clothing, he took his hands from his waistband and stepped up to me. “What’s bothering you?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Ah, I know you well enough by now to know there’s something going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

  I frowned slightly. How could I tell him that I felt bad for James? The guy, fresh from hell, was sitting alone in the living room while Ty and I were together, about to have one heck of a good down-and-dirty session.

  “Penny, you’re worrying me.” Ty’s face tensed.

  “No, don’t be worried. I was just thinking about James.”

  “You were?”

  “Yes, I just feel bad for him, sitting on his own down there.”

  “He can handle it, he’s a big boy.”

  “I know, I’m sure he can, it’s just…”

  “Just what?”

  “I wondered if maybe I could, we could do something…” My words trailed off. What the hell was I suggesting? Was I trying to ruin everything?

  He was silent for a moment then, “Are you proposing what I think you are?”

  I studied his eyes, fearful I would see anger or disgust. He would surely be shocked if he could see what was going through my mind. But I saw only surprise. Surprise mixed with warmth and curiosity.

  Shrugging, trying to make light, I said, “It’s no big deal, it’s you I want, Ty, it’s only you.”

  He reached for my hands and pulled me standing. “So say it.”

  “Say what?”

  “Say how you feel about me.” He ran his fingers down my cheek and cupped my chin, tilted my head to face his. His warm breaths breezed onto my face. “Say back to me what I said to you in Thailand, if it’s true, of course.”

  My heart tripped over itself. I’d waited for this moment for so long. Dreamed of saying the words and kicked myself a hundred times for not uttering them when I’d had the chance. “Ty,” I said, resting my hands on his chest and feeling the heat from his skin radiate onto my palms. “I love you.”

  His whole face softened. “I love you too.” He leaned forward and touched his lips to mine.

  I molded myself to him, let my body press against his until it was the sole thing supporting me.

  Eventually, he pulled back and looked me in the eye. “James is a special person in my life, and so are you,” he said, “but I’m a pretty jealous kind of guy when it comes to what’s mine, and you, Penny, are definitely mine.”

  That kind of claim, a statement of ownership from anyone else’s lips would have had me running for the hills. But coming from Ty’s beautiful mouth, they were words that made my heart sing.

  “However,” he said. “Since I’m feeling in a generous, celebratory mood and it would actually be pretty hot to see you with both of us, I think it’s a great idea.” He grinned suddenly.

  I could hardly believe my ears. “You do?”

  “Yeah.” He lowered his voice to a husky rumble. “Just this once, though, for one night only.”

  I swallowed tightly. Without meaning to, I’d suggested and gotten Ty to agree to a threesome. My biggest fantasy and something I could only imagine doing with Ty and James. I trusted their ability to stay within my comfort zone as well as give me pleasure, not to mention they were both damn gorgeous and getting my hands on the pair of them at the same time was going to be one hell of a treat. “Are you sure?” I asked.

  “If you are.”

  I nodded. “Yes, I think so.”

  He gave
me a gentle smile and touched my cheek with the tip of his finger. “Then go tell him the good news, baby. Just remember, it’s been a long time for him. You’re gonna have to be gentle.”

  I left the bedroom and went downstairs. Three floorboards creaked underfoot as the sound of laughter on the TV filtered toward me. I was buzzing with excitement, my body on full alert. I could hardly believe I was going to have two men all to myself. Like Ty said, just this once. It was an exceptional set of circumstances, after all.

  Standing on the thin carpet of the hallway, I peeked into the living room. I could see the back of James’ head over the top of the sofa. Still, alone, watching chattering nonsense on TV. I made a sudden decision, stooped, whisked off my jeans and pulled my sweater over my head. I toed off my socks and stood in just a lacy white bra and knicker set. I ran my hands over my hair and licked my lips, took a deep breath.

  “James,” I said, stepping into the living room.

  He turned and his expression switched from one of relaxed boredom to wide-eyed surprise. “Penny,” he said, standing and coming quickly around the side of the sofa. “What the fuck are you doing?”

  I placed one hand on my jutted hip and tipped my head. “I’ve come to get you.”

  He raked his gaze down my body, frowned and rubbed his index finger over his lips. “You are? You have?”

  “Yes.” I stepped a little closer, beating down a wave of nerves.

  What if he doesn’t want me?

  I sucked in a deep breath. I’d come too far to turn back now without making the offer. Plus, I’d regret it forever if I didn’t. “Ty and I wondered if you would like to join us?”

  “But…?”

  I smiled, almost shyly. “Ty said he’ll share for one night only, so if you fancy getting back in the swing of things when it comes to bedroom action, why don’t you come upstairs with me? Now.”

  He swallowed tightly. “Well, er…okay.”

  Thank goodness for that.

  I reached behind myself with both hands, pinched up the clasp on my bra and undid it. Letting the cups fall from my breasts and the straps slip down my arms, I watched with satisfaction as James’ pupils dilated and his breaths deepened. He gazed at my bare flesh as though he’d never seen a woman’s chest before and my nipples tightened and twisted with excitement.

  Mmm, he is going to be so much fun.

  After a moment of letting him just look at me, I tossed the bra onto the sofa. “It’s been months for you?”

  “Over a year actually, but sex was the last thing I thought about in there. Survival took all my energy.”

  “Well, you’re out now, and this is your coming home present.” I reached for his hand and turned it over within my palm. I stepped closer and placed his fingers over my right breast. “Do you want to be reminded what it’s like to touch a woman’s body, James?”

  He nodded and gave my jutting flesh a gentle squeeze.

  I resisted the urge to push into his hesitant, delicate touch, but I could do nothing about the wanton, seductive words that sprang to my mind. “Do you want to remember what it is like to make love to a woman, bury yourself deep, feel her climax around your cock and then release your load inside a hot, wet, pussy?”

  “Oh god, yes. Penny, yes.” His voice was desperate. “But this shit doesn’t happen. He’s my best friend. You’re his girl… I—”

  “It’s okay, I want to, so does Ty. You deserve this, James, after everything you’ve been through.”

  “But—”

  “Shh, come on, let’s go upstairs.” Still holding his hand, I turned and led the way, aware of his eyes on my shifting butt as I took each step.

  When I reached the bedroom, Ty was already under the covers. He’d locked his hands behind his head and studied me with narrowed eyes as I led James into the room.

  “You lost your clothes and found a man,” he said.

  “I did indeed, and I hope you lost the rest of your clothes.”

  “Do you even need to ask?” He settled his gaze on James. “Just so we’re straight here, she’s mine, but I’m willing to share, just for tonight.” His face softened. “I have the feeling it will be fun for us all.”

  “Thanks, mate,” James said a little hesitantly. “I appreciate it, the same way I do everything you’ve done.”

  Ty shrugged as if they’d had the conversation a million times already. “I know you’d do the same for me.”

  James nodded and turned his attention back to my breasts.

  I felt a little unsure again. How was this going to play out? Were they going to work as a team on me or was I expected to take a leading role? I knew Ty’s body inside out, but did I really know him deep down? What if this changed things between us?

  I looked at Ty for reassurance.

  “It’s okay,” he said with a gentle smile. “We all know where we stand.”

  I took a deep breath. He was right. We were together, in love, James was joining us in bed, but that was about physical satisfaction, not about my and Ty’s relationship.

  But surely it will have some impact.

  Again I hesitated. My breaths were coming fast, my heart knocking. Having two men to deal with had suddenly sapped my confidence.

  “It’s all good, Penny, just seduce him,” Ty said in a low, sultry voice. “My god, the man needs it.”

  His gentle tone calmed my nerves. Excitement grew in my belly and my skin shivered with anticipation.

  I was being given James to play with.

  Reaching forward, I tugged at James’ sweater, pulled it up and over his head. His chest was sprinkled with dark coils of hair and although he was still very lean, his pectoral muscles were well defined and his shoulders broad. I pressed into him, kept my lips a hairsbreadth from his and allowed my nipples to graze his skin. “Are you hard for me, James?”

  “Yes,” he breathed. “Very.”

  I smiled, a slow, sultry smile that held a hundred promises. “Good, because I want to show you just what you’ve been missing.” Very gently I touched my lips to his, the merest of brushes, only a hint of intimacy.

  He sucked in a breath and I slid my body around his, tracing my fingers over his skin in little spiral and oval shapes, sweeping over his chest, the balls of his shoulders and down his back. Finally my lips settled on the base of his nape and I looked down at the deep gutter of his spine and the slight rise of his butt cheeks through his jeans. “You’re still strong,” I whispered. “Still a hot-blooded man, with carnal needs.”

  I glanced at Ty. He’d delved his hands beneath the covers and the sliding movements of the material told me he was lazily jacking his cock as he watched us.

  “Yes,” James said. “Please…”

  “Please what?”

  “I want you. I want you to remind me of exactly how those needs are satisfied.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  I splayed my fingers and smoothed them around James’ slim waist, tickled through the fuzz of black hair below his navel and undid his jeans. His body tensed as I popped each button and when they were finally undone, I shoved them down his legs with a swift movement, being sure to let my breasts mold against his back.

  He stepped out of them and I moved around in front of him again, sat myself on the bed.

  “Your cock has been lonely,” I said, getting thoroughly into my role as seducer. “Lonely for the touch of a woman.”

  He nodded down at me. His eyes were full of pain, passion and a desperation I couldn’t begin to understand. It was so deep, so vast, so in need of satisfying.

  I ran my fingers to the waistband of his black boxer briefs and tugged them. His cock sprang free, long and narrow, the circumcised head a deep mauve and the veins bulging with blood.

  “Oh god,” James said, clenching his fists at his side.

  “Shh, it’s okay,” I murmured.

  “I don’t know, I…”

  I glanced at Ty. He gave me a quick, encouraging nod.

  “James,” I said, “Relax
, it’s okay.”

  He parted his lips and dragged in a mouthful of air.

  “Shh,” I said again. “It’s only going to feel good.”

  “That’s what I’m worried about. Jesus, Penny, why did you have to have such a beautiful mouth?”

  “So it would feel nice when I did this.” Leaning forward, I swiped my tongue over the deep slit in the head of his glans, then tongued around his thick groove, flicking over his sensitive frenulum. He tasted different to Ty, still manly, still delicious, but just, different.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groaned.

  “Mate, chill, she knows what she’s doing,” Ty said.

  “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

  I parted my lips, stretched them into a wide “O” and sank down his shaft.

  “Shit, no, I can’t do this.” James clasped my head between his hands and yanked me off him.

  My heart beat wildly, my head spun, but I willed myself calm. “What?”

  “No,” he said. “That would be lovely later, but right now I can’t cope. I’m so turned-on I could come just with one suck on my cock, one flick of your tongue.”

  “That’s okay,” I said with a smile. “Go with it.”

  He shook his head and his jawline hardened. “No, you promised a hot, wet pussy. That’s what I want.”

  Ty laughed, a deep rumble of a sound. “Don’t hold back, mate.”

  I stared at James’ cock, feeling like a child denied a suck on a delicious lollipop.

  He released my head and stepped out of my reach. He was breathing hard and his cock bobbed forward.

  “Okay,” I said, suppressing the disappointment in my tone. “Lie on the bed, get a condom on.”

  He stepped out of his jeans and socks. Lay down and fumbled to get a condom from the wrapper. He looked pale and lean next to Ty. His craggy brows hung low in concentration and his chest rose and fell rapidly. Ty, on the other hand, was all golden skin and vitality. He’d thrown off the covers and was stroking his cock in slow, languid movements. He was so gorgeous and my pussy moistened at the thought of claiming his cock as my own. We would be together now, properly, that’s what he’d said.

  He caught me staring at him and grinned. “I think he’s ready for you, baby.”