Rule of Three (Carnal Coeds #3)

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by Suzanne Rock


  “True.”

  “We don’t need her, Nolan. We don’t need anyone.” Jag helped his lover remove his shorts and shirt, then he did the same. “It has always been about us. You and me. Don’t toss everything away because of a few brief moments by the lake.”

  “Jag, I…” Nolan groaned as Jag worshiped his lover’s body, starting at the lips and kissing his way down Nolan’s jaw and neck, taking his time to lick the sensitive vein in his shoulder.

  Nolan whimpered as Jag flicked his tongue over his lover’s nipple. “Fuck, Jag, that feels good.” He threaded his fingers through Jag’s hair and held him close. “You always know what I like.”

  “I do,” Jag said. “I’m addicted to everything about you. You’re the only man I ever want to taste. The only one I ever want to be with.”

  As Jag nipped Nolan’s nipple, he realized how his murmurs of affection for his lover had changed. He used to tell Nolan that he was the only person he ever wanted to be with, but for some reason he chose the word man instead of person tonight. The slip made him think of Shana and how his body ached to have her there with them.

  No, this was about the intimacy he shared with Nolan, not some skirt. Jag doubled his efforts, licking, touching and biting Nolan’s skin as he made his way down his washboard abs.

  “Fuck, I love these,” Jag said as he rolled his tongue over the ripples in Nolan’s stomach.

  “I love it when you kiss them,” Nolan gasped as Jag grabbed the base of his shaft and ran his tongue along the thick head of his cock. “But I love that even more.”

  “I’m going to make it good for you. I promise,” Jag whispered.

  Nolan opened his eyes and locked his gaze with Jag’s. “You always do.”

  Jag kept his gaze focused on Nolan as he took his lover’s cock in his mouth. The man tasted like sin and sex, two things that drove Jag wild. Desire swirled in his lower abdomen, and his cock thickened in response. A sense of urgency overcame him, and it took a conscious effort for him to slow down.

  “Fuck,” Nolan whispered as Jag retreated. “God Jag, you’re the best.”

  “The best for you.” Jag winked as he ran his tongue down his lover’s length. “Don’t you forget it, either.”

  “I could never forget it. I—ah.” Nolan let out a long hiss as Jag took one of Nolan’s balls in his mouth. Jag sucked and licked, using motions he knew would drive Nolan wild. He wanted to make Nolan forget about her, even if Jag couldn’t.

  An image of Shana, alone and heartbroken, filled Jag’s mind. He pushed it aside and slid his tongue back up over Nolan’s shaft. He closed his eyes and threw himself into his work, focusing on Nolan’s grunts and groans of pleasure.

  There was nothing better in the world than pleasing his lover. Jag loved Nolan’s taste, his scent, everything about him. Most people never find their soul mate, and Jag knew that he was damn lucky to find his so soon in his life.

  “Jag.” Nolan’s grip tightened around Jag’s head. “Jag.”

  Jag let go of Nolan’s cock and opened his eyes to find his lover staring at him with his hypnotic gaze. Those electric-blue eyes reached down and caressed Jag’s soul. He remembered the first time Nolan had ever looked at him like that. The man could still make him melt into a pool of liquid heat with those eyes.

  “I want to be inside you when I come,” Nolan said.

  “I want that too.” Jag’s voice sounded shaky to his ears, but he didn’t care. He needed to feel Nolan inside of him, now more than ever.

  Nolan turned Jag around until he faced the ground. Jag held his breath as his lover pulled a pillow from the side of the tent and placed it under Jag’s hips, angling him in the air. Nolan ran his fingers along Jag’s back and kissed a slow, torturous line down his spine. “I love you, you know,” he said.

  “I know.”

  Nolan kissed first one ass cheek, then another. “I will always love you.”

  “I know.” Jag knew that they were meant to be together forever. He could feel it in his bones.

  “You never have to be jealous of anyone.” Nolan retreated, and Jag heard the sound of a condom wrapper opening. “Ever.”

  “I know,” he lied. Somehow, they had let Shana come between them. Now Jag was afraid of losing Nolan forever.

  Jag heard a second tear, and then Nolan’s warm, wet finger slipped between his ass cheeks. “You’ll always belong to me, Jag. Remember that.”

  Jag gasped as Nolan worked his finger into Jag’s backside. Jag was no stranger to anal sex, and was used to Nolan’s thick digits. It didn’t take his lover long to have Jag squirming beneath him.

  “I’ll never let you go,” Nolan said as he slipped two fingers in and out of Jag’s backside. “You’re mine, Jag.” He removed his fingers and slid his cock in between Jag’s cheeks. “Mine.”

  “Yes.” Jag groaned as Nolan slid the tip of his cock into Jag, then retreated. “Fuck that feels good.”

  “It’s about to feel better, my love.” Nolan grabbed Jag’s hips and thrust himself deeper. Jag’s breathing came out in short, shallow gasps as Nolan worked his erection past the tight ring of muscle. When Nolan’s hips slapped against Jag’s ass, Nolan curved his body around Jag’s and rested his forehead in the middle of Jag’s back.

  “We belong together,” Nolan said.

  “I know.”

  “I’d never leave you.”

  “Nor I, you.”

  “But just consider how much better it would be if, when I enter you, you could enter her.”

  Jag didn’t have to ask who Nolan meant. Shana’s image flew to the forefront of his mind as Nolan grabbed the base of his cock.

  “Imagine her pussy gripping you as you’re gripping me.” Nolan squeezed Jag’s shaft, making him moan. Need wound his way you through his core and numbed his mind with pleasure.

  “Imagine claiming her, as I’m claiming you.” Nolan began to pump his fist, his sure, hard strokes boosting Jag’s desire.

  “Fuck.”

  “Yes, fuck,” Nolan said as he wrapped his free hand around Jag’s hip to steady him. “You’d know just how to fuck her to bring her the most pleasure, because she’d belong to you.” He began to perform shallow thrusts into Jag’s backside. “To us.”

  “Holy shit.” Jag could picture the moment. The way her hair would fan out on his pillow, the friction as he pumped through her slick channel.

  “Yes,” Nolan said. “Remember how good it felt at the pier?”

  “God, yes.” Jag squeezed his eyes shut as the memory rose to the surface. To dominate and be dominated. It was everything he had ever wanted.

  “We could have that again—and every night—if you gave it a chance.”

  Nolan gripped harder, pumped faster. His strokes, combined with the sweet friction of his cock, made Jag ready to explode.

  “You want it, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” Jag gasped as he placed his hand over Jag’s on his cock. They began to pump together. Faster. Harder. The man felt so fucking good—too good. With each pump of their joined fists, Jag’s need soared.

  “You want it with me.” Nolan pumped his hips quicker, the primal sound of flesh-on-flesh filling the air.

  “Yes.”

  “You want it with her.”

  “Fuck, yes. Only Shana.”

  “Yes, Shana.” Nolan’s grip around his hips tightened as his thrusts became quicker, more desperate. “Only Shana.”

  Jag’s world was spinning out of control. Never before had he felt so needy, so desperate. He needed Shana like he needed air. He wanted to be sandwiched between Nolan and Shana, to feel her soft body under him as Nolan filled him with his cock. They’d work together, bringing each other to heights none of them had ever experienced before.

  The familiar tingling occurred at the base of Jag’s spine. He was close.

  “I’m going to come,” he whispered. “Oh fuck, Nolan. I’m going to come hard.”

  “Do it. Come hard for her. Show me how much you need th
e three of us to be together.”

  Nolan’s words struck Jag’s heart. On Nolan’s next thrust, Jag’s world shattered. He whispered Shana’s name as joy slammed into his body, robbing him of breath. White light filled his vision, and his hand coated with his seed. Nolan dug his fingers into Jag’s flesh and shuddered as his own orgasm overtook him. Time stood still as ecstasy enveloped them and every muscle in Jag’s body went boneless.

  “Fuck,” Jag whispered when reality finally returned to his consciousness.

  Nolan retreated and took care of the condom. “Yeah.” He returned and sprawled out next to Jag. “Double fuck.”

  Jag curled up in Nolan’s embrace. “That was amazing.”

  “Yeah.”

  “I had never felt anything so strong before. Not since...” Jag’s words trailed off as he remembered their time with Shana at the dock.

  “Yeah.” Nolan ran his fingers through Jag’s hair. “Imagine how much better it would be if we were both filling her at the same time.”

  Jag did imagine it, and the mental picture caused him to change his mind. “Let’s do it.”

  Nolan’s arms stiffened around him. “Do what?”

  Jag turned so he could meet his lover’s gaze. “Let’s talk to Shana.”

  “But you said—”

  “I know what I said.” Jag sighed and ran his fingers along Nolan’s cheek. “I said it because I was afraid of losing you.”

  “That would never happen.”

  Jag placed a soft kiss on his lover’s lips. “I know that now.”

  Nolan grunted and tightened his grip around Jag’s waist. “Good.”

  “So?” Jag slid his fingers along Nolan’s jaw.

  “You really want to do this?”

  Jag ran his fingers up and down Nolan’s chest. “Yeah. I mean, I have no idea how she’ll respond, but I have a feel that if we don’t try, then when this class is over, and she disappears from our lives, we’ll regret it.”

  “You’re right.” Nolan disengaged from Jag and started to dress.

  “What are you doing?” Jag propped himself up on his shoulder.

  Nolan flashed him an irritated look. “Going to see Shana.”

  “Now?”

  “Of course now. I don’t want to waste another minute. You might change your stubborn mind.” Nolan grinned and threw Jag’s shirt at him. “Now dress.”

  Despite his recent orgasm, desire sparked him Jag’s lower abdomen at Nolan’s command. “Yes, sir.”

  Chapter Seven

  In the privacy of her tent, all of Shana’s deepest fears became realized.

  As much as she hated to admit it, Odin was right. She had never given their relationship a chance. There had always been this wall between them—one that she had constructed. Their relationship was doomed from the beginning, and it was all her fault.

  Well, not all her fault. Odin was partly to blame for his cheating, but Shana now knew that it was her condescending tone and aloofness that lead him to cheat.

  In the darkness, Shana realized her relationship with Odin was typical for her. She had never really committed to any of her boyfriends. If she was condescending first, then no one could tell her that she wasn’t good enough, like her father did growing up. If she kept aloof and never really committed, then her feelings would never get hurt and she’d feel the pain she felt when her mother died in the car crash. If she never really felt, then she’d never really suffer.

  But after seeing Odin with Bree and Mateo today, she realized that she was never truly living, either. In order to live, she had to feel. She had to open her heart and become vulnerable, something that scared the ever-living shit out of her.

  Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed into her pillow. Now, thanks to her aloofness, she was alone. Jag had all but ignored her since the dock. Nolan, despite his warm kiss by the side of the lake, hadn’t said goodnight, preferring to retire early to his tent with his lover. Both men were sweet, but neither wanted to be close to her. They just used her as a tool so that they could be brought closer together.

  And now she was more alone than ever before.

  “Shana?” Jag’s voice sounded hesitant from outside the tent. “Shana, are you all right?”

  No, she wasn’t all right. That was the fucking problem. She didn’t know if she’d ever be all right again. She longed for the closeness Odin seemed to share with Mateo. She wanted someone to look at her like Bree looked at Odin. She wanted...oh, she didn’t know what the hell she wanted. Everything was so damn confusing.

  “Shana?”

  She straightened and wiped the tears from her eyes. “I’m fine.”

  “Are you sure?” Jag asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Can we come in?”

  “We?”

  “I’m here too,” Nolan said. “We need to talk.”

  Oh lovely. They probably wanted to tell her that their sexual interlude was a mistake. She was so not in the mood for that conversation. “Don’t worry. I know what we shared was just sex, nothing more. We’re all good.”

  There was a slight pause, and then. “You see, that’s the thing we wanted to talk about,” Jag said.

  She frowned and straightened her tear-soaked shirt. It would have to do. There wasn’t enough time to change. “Okay. You can come in.”

  Jag popped his head in the tent and looked around. “Are you sure?”

  She smiled through her tears. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

  Jag climbed in. Nolan followed.

  “What’s wrong?” Nolan asked.

  The tent was cramped, and Shana was forced to sit extra-close to Nolan. Her leg brushed against his, sending tingles of awareness along her skin. “Nothing.” She looked away, frustrated that she couldn’t get a grip on her emotions.

  “Something happened.” Nolan crooked his finger up under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his. “Tell us.”

  Nolan had this way about him. Shana couldn’t describe it, but when he gave a command, she was helpless to do anything but obey. “It’s Odin,” she whispered.

  “Bastard,” Jag said. “The man’s no good for you.”

  Shana pulled her head from Nolan’s grasp. “No.” She tore her gaze away from Nolan and focused on Jag. “It’s not Odin himself but what he represents.”

  “And what does he represent?” Nolan asked.

  She turned to face him and the tenderness she saw in his features made her mouth run dry. “I-I don’t know. He knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to go after it.”

  “And you don’t know what you want,” Nolan said.

  “Partly.” She shook her head. “I think it’s more that I want what he has.” She shifted her gaze to Jag. “I want to be in a relationship where people care about me, and I care about them.”

  “You had that with Odin.”

  “Not really,” she confessed. “What he said earlier was true. I never really gave our relationship a chance. We were boyfriend and girlfriend in name, but nothing else.”

  “Why was that?” Jag prodded.

  “I don’t know. I suppose I was afraid of being hurt.” She ran her tongue over her lower lip as she turned her gaze to Nolan. “And perhaps I knew, deep down, that he wasn’t the right man for me.”

  “Hmmm,” Nolan said as he inched closer and brushed a stray hair from her temple. “Interesting.” His touch was feather-light, but it set every nerve ending on fire. Shana fought the urge to throw herself into his arms and bury her face in his neck. Nolan was strong and safe. Something told her that if she had been in a relationship with him, not Odin, things would have turned out differently.

  “And who’s the right man for you?” Jag asked.

  Shana turned her attention to the handsome instructor. “I don’t know.” But you could be. It was strange, how she felt attracted to both men. Each of them represented different things to her. Nolan was strong and reassuring. Jag was calm and comforting. Both were what she needed in her life. For the first time, Shana understo
od what Hannah and Becca were talking about when they said that they were in love with two men.

  “Perhaps it wasn’t one man you were looking for, but two.” Nolan’s expression softened with understanding.

  “Don’t stress her with all of that relationship stuff,” Jag said. “Can’t you see the woman is hurting?” Jag focused his gaze on her. His warm, hazel eyes mad her feel warm and gooey inside. “Shana needs comfort tonight, not talk.” He reached out and took her hand. “I suggest we provide it.” He leaned forward and captured her lips with his own.

  Shana sighed as his body heat surrounded her. Jag’s own, unique scent penetrated her senses and sent her desire spiraling out of control. He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips. She opened to him, not just her mouth, but her body and soul. It felt right, giving herself to him. She knew instinctively that Jag would take control of her heart.

  Things happened fast—too fast. Arms were everywhere as a sense of urgency surrounded them. Shana grabbed at shirts and shorts, tugging them off the men as they removed her clothes. Within moments they were naked, and Jag lay down on his back.

  “Come here, Shana,” he said as he held out his hand to her. She took it, and he tugged her to him. She kissed him hard as she straddled his hips and positioned his cock at her entrance.

  “Just a second, pretty lady.” Nolan tossed Jag a condom. “You don’t want to forget that.”

  Jag started to open the condom, but Shana grabbed it from his fingers. “Let me.”

  Jag raised his brows. “Be my guest.” He placed his hands behind her head as she smiled and scooted down his legs.

  Shana focused on Jag’s cock, how long and lean it was, just like him. Her mouth watered as she thought of running her tongue up and down his length. She removed the condom from the package, the bent down over his hips. Jag gasped as she slid her tongue along his shaft.

  “Fuck.” Jag gripped the sleeping bag and stiffened.

  “Did I do something wrong?” Shana asked innocently.

  Jag shook his head. “You did something right.” He shifted his gaze to Nolan. “Very right.”

  Nolan ran his hand along her back as Shana bent over Jag once more. “Let me prepare you for me, sweetheart.”

 

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