Lust on Camera: A MMF Bisexual Romance (No Holds Barred Book 2)

by Sienna Matthews

  There was really no contest. She loved Brent and cared for Rory, and there was only one decision to make.

  She outlined her reasons to her men and she ended it with, “Plus, I’m not sure if we can secure an area to perform tonight. Don’t they have these things scheduled in advance?”

  “You could be right,” Rory agreed. “We can call to check.”

  “How do you know about this club anyway? What’s it called?”

  “No Holds Barred.”

  Brent sported a thoughtful frown. “I think I’ve heard of it.”

  “Not from me you didn’t,” Lindsey said.

  “Someone in the office must’ve mentioned it.”

  “Not from me you didn’t,” Rory repeated with a smile, eyes on the road. He stopped at a red light and glanced at her. “The past few years…especially the earlier ones…haven’t been easy.”

  His heartfelt tone, as well as Brent’s sudden tension, alerted her to something deeper in Rory’s story. “What do you mean?” she asked.

  He hesitated under the cover of making a right turn at the corner. “Has Brent ever told you about Lisa?”

  Rory had a woman in his life? How come Lindsey never saw her? Then she remembered Brent telling her that Rory was quite the Casanova in his days.

  “Who is she?”

  “Was. She was my wife,” he said simply. His hands gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

  The past tense caught her attention. “Was?”

  “She died in a car accident before you came into Brent’s life. I loved her so much.” His voice cracked a bit. “For a long time, I hated the drunk driver who crashed his car into her, killing both her and our baby.”

  She could do nothing but stare at the stark, haunted expression on his face. How terrible for him to lose both his wife and child at the same time. He must’ve been so young then—

  “I went into therapy to get over my hatred but I had nothing left, nothing worthwhile in my life—except my friendship with Brent, that is.” He smiled briefly. “So I threw myself into work, and worked hard until I reached my present position. I believed I had nothing left to give a woman, so I avoided relationships. Sex…well, there were one night-stands at No Holds Barred—which was how I knew about the club—but no one who interested me. No kissing, just someone to scratch the itch with.” He paused significantly. “Until you.”

  No kissing.

  The words hit her. While she’d been chafing at the slow pace, Rory had been savoring their connection with the kisses they shared, and she realized then just how much of himself Rory had been giving her with his kisses.

  Her mind flashed back to the events earlier in the studio and a lot of things fell into place for her. No wonder he’d talked about practicing. Sympathy welled up in her. She laid a hand on his thigh and felt him tense. “How long has it been, Rory?”

  “Lisa died over nine years ago.”

  The car coasted to a stop at the intersection. “I’m so sorry, Rory, more than I can say.”

  He shrugged. “It’s been a long time—”

  “But you’re still hurting.” He must be, because in all these years, he hadn’t allowed a woman to get close to him again. One who still grieved deeply. “Can you stop the car in an alley somewhere?”

  Rory threw her a confused glance. “Why?”

  “Just do as I say.”

  Once the light turned green, Rory drove onward and turned at a promising little street. He parked the car at a vacant space. “This okay for you?”

  “Yes. C’mere.” Lindsey released both their seatbelts, enfolded him with her arms and lay her head on his shoulder.

  “What are we doing?” Rory’s arms settled around her in a comfortable manner, the two of them having hugged a lot in the past years. But not like this, not with her heart full of tears and aching pain at the thought of what he’d been through. Her arms tightened around him.

  “It’s okay, Rory.” She glided her hand up and down his back in what she hoped was a comforting manner. “I’m sorry you lost Lisa in such a horrible manner. No one should have to go through something like that. I just want you to know that we’re here whenever you need us, Brent and me. We’re family.”

  “Thank you,” he said, voice thick. He rested his head against hers, and she could feel his entire body trembling. “She was so beautiful and kind and funny; you’d have liked her.”

  “I’m sure I would; I wish I could’ve known her.”

  They stayed that way for some time, giving and taking comfort. Lindsey felt their bonds shifting to something deeper, their connection entwining even more at this unexpected development to their relationship. That Rory would open up about his dearly beloved wife to her signified something momentous.

  Because Lindsey was facing her husband, she was able to see him nod in approval at what was happening right then. And something else, something that shocked her. Was that yearning on his face?

  After some time—minutes, hours, it didn’t matter; she would’ve stayed in that position as long as he needed her—Rory pulled back and swiped at his face. He sniffed and molded his lips into a semblance of a smile. “Thank you. I needed that. Perhaps if I had someone to hug back then—”

  “Bro, you should’ve said,” Brent protested from the backseat. “Just one word. I’ll even endure the deluge.”

  Rory chuckled. “Thanks, buddy.”

  “There’s something else I want to say.” Lindsey took both Rory’s hands in hers, and she looked into his eyes. “Lisa’s death didn’t mean your life has to end. It’s painful to move on without her, but do you think she’d have wanted you to close yourself off from everyone the way you’d been doing?”

  “No,” he admitted. “But it’s hard, you know…”

  “I know.” She squeezed his hands. “But I’m happy to tell you that somehow, without you knowing, you’ve been trying to find your way back to life.”

  Rory’s raised brow signaled his question.

  “Your one-night stands—”

  “It’s a physical thing, like eating, breathing,” Rory countered drily. “You can’t do without it.”

  She ignored him, knowing she was on the right track. “You kissed me,” she said softly, her eyes intent on him, “when you’ve never kissed anyone since Lisa.”

  He stilled, then a ragged breath escaped him. “You’re… right.” He sounded dumbfounded.

  She decided to leave it at that. Right on cue, her stomach growled. They all laughed.

  “I hear there’s a table with our names on it.” Lindsey put on her seatbelt and punched Rory’s arm to get him to hurry up. “Let’s go; I’m starving.”

  Chapter Four

  They had dinner at Gianetti’s, a classy Italian restaurant that was located on the second level of the five-star hotel where Brent had booked a suite for their decadent night. The restaurant advertised itself as a fine-dining restaurant for couples, with its dim lighting, understated decorations, efficient service and a square dance floor for couples who wanted to indulge in slow dancing to romantic tunes that also served as soft, ambient music.

  “I love this,” Lindsey commented after they had seated themselves and she was soaking in the romantic atmosphere. “We should come here more often. It’s perfect for date nights.”

  “Even a triad date?” Brent teased.

  “Why not?” She countered with a grin. “I bet I’m the envy of every woman here.”

  The two men chuckled, as she knew they would. Stroking a guy’s ego? Easy-peasy.

  “What’ll you have?” Brent opened his menu. “Don’t look at the prices,” he ordered hastily, knowing her penchant for skimming the amounts and ordering the items she perceived to offer the best value for money.

  She didn’t even bother to open her menu. “Why don’t you order for me then?” She crossed her legs underneath the table, enjoying the sensuous feel of her silken thighs rubbing together.

  After Rory informed him that he wanted the salm
on for dinner, Brent placed all their orders with the waiter who hovered solicitously beside their table, and moments later, the waiter returned with their appetizer and pre-dinner drinks. Sipping her cocktail, she listened idly to the music and looked around the room. More than three-fourths of the tables were filled with diners and she saw the maître d’hôtel lead still another couple to an empty table. Couples conversed in low, intimate tones that didn’t override the music and a few pairs moved to the slow music in the middle of the dance floor.

  “Hey, if it isn’t the three musketeers!”

  A feminine voice interrupted her musings. Swiveling around, she saw a woman with twinkling brown eyes nearing their table, an attractive young man behind her.

  “Chelsea!” Lindsey jumped up to hug her. “Great to see you. How have you been?”

  Chelsea White formerly worked at Mathison & York together with Brent and Rory, which was how she knew the three of them were good friends. She’d often seen them together during the office’s happy hours, and in fact, she was the one who’d dubbed them that moniker. She also had a tragic past, her husband having passed away a few years before, and Lindsey knew her friend grieved deeply. It was good therefore to see her out and about. And with a date besides.

  Lindsey slid a glance at the man, then whispered in her friend’s ear, “He’s cute.”

  Chelsea laughed delightedly as she hugged first Brent, then Rory. She tugged her date forward. “Guys, this is my brother Tyler. Tyler, Lindsey, Brent, Rory.” She winked at Lindsey. “When you’re tired of Brent, feel free to hit Tyler up for a date.”

  Tyler grinned. “Any time.”

  “Just be aware that Tyler and Leo are a package deal,” Chelsea warned.

  “His cat?” Lindsey asked. Tyler looked more like a dog man, but “Leo”…lion…cat. Right?

  “His boyfriend,” Chelsea revealed with a smile, then gave her brother a one-sided hug. “I’m so happy for him. He broke the news to me over dinner, thinking I might have issues. But after David…” she sobered. “Finding love isn’t easy, but if you do find it, hold on to it tight. For you don’t know when…how long you’ve got.”

  David White was Chelsea’s husband, who had died in a terrible accident.

  Tyler squeezed his sister’s shoulder. “Nice to meet you, folks, but we gotta go. Leo’s waiting for us.”

  They murmured their goodbyes, and Lindsey sneaked in one more hug with Chelsea. “Call me for some girl time, okay?”

  “You bet.” Chelsea gave her a smile that didn’t quite reach her doe-brown eyes and then was gone.

  “Chelsea’s still grieving her husband.” Lindsey hoped she wouldn’t know how that felt until well into old age. She couldn’t imagine a world without Brent, and she didn’t want to.

  “Yeah. It…it…” Rory swallowed thickly. “It isn’t easy to move on.”

  Lindsey placed a hand over his in comfort and squeezed.

  Rory flipped his hand so that their palms met and he intertwined their fingers. “But it is possible to do so. Chelsea’s just got to find a new purpose for living.”

  “Like a boyfriend, you mean?” It struck her then just how alike Chelsea’s and Rory’s situations were. “Hey, how about you and Chelsea?” Oops. She really should stop and think before opening her big mouth.

  “Oh. No more threesome tonight?” Rory asked in a nonchalant voice.

  “I—I—” she spluttered, because of course she wanted.

  “I think I may be able to still catch up to Chel—”

  “Sit down!” She tugged on their twined fingers and forced him back into his seat. “I want you, and no other woman is going to have you.” The ferocity of her voice surprised her, but it prompted grins of satisfaction on both her men’s faces.

  “I don’t want Chelsea, Linds,” Rory confirmed softly. “Just you.”

  “Oh.” Then, “Good.”

  “How does it feel, Mrs. Palmer, to know that, underneath that skirt, you’re naked as the day you were born?” Brent leaned toward her and teased in a low voice, lightening the mood among them.

  “You know exactly how I feel, Brent Palmer,” she mock-scolded. Erotic thrills kept tingling up her spine, especially when she caught sight of a man staring at her in admiration. “Especially since you suggested this. I’ll blame it on you when I go home hungry.”

  He sent her a look of mock horror, which transformed into one of raw, naked lust. “I promise, you won’t go home hungry.”

  She squirmed, her pussy feeling suspiciously wet.

  “Are you going to torture us with this kind of conversation all evening?” Rory groaned. “Because I assure you, that demo was quite enough, thank you.”

  Brent chuckled. “Tell me about it.”

  Their food arrived soon after that and while they ate, Brent and Rory regaled her with funny anecdotes from their work. The two men had known each other since third grade and their friendship had deepened over the years. They were so attuned to each other that sometimes they could anticipate each other’s thoughts. Lindsey would sometimes watch, amazed, as Rory finished Brent’s sentence or Brent would answer a question Rory had yet to voice.

  Yet, beneath the banter and the laughter, there was a fine tension meshing all three of them, a sexual tension that had to do with the event that was uppermost in their minds. But nobody rushed through the dinner. It was as though with some unspoken agreement, they’d decided that anticipation and a little more teasing would make their night more delightful, more enjoyable, more satisfactory.

  After dinner, they were sipping wine and laughing at some joke when Brent cocked an eyebrow at her. “Dance?”

  “Yes,” she groaned and put down her glass. “I need the exercise.”

  Brent led her to the dance floor and pulled her into his arms. “Have I told you that I love you?”

  “Not today.” Her arms reached up to twine around his neck. She didn’t care that the other couples were dancing with the requisite space between the partners. This was her husband and she was going to dance with him the only way she knew how. She rested her head on his shoulder and pressed her whole body against him. Against her stomach, his flaccid cock stirred and started to harden. She purred as her own nipples peaked and thrust through the cloth to nudge his chest. They moved in slow motion as she rubbed her body sinuously against him.

  “My bad.” His breath caught in his throat. “I love you, Mrs. Palmer.”

  “I love you too, Mr. Palmer.”

  He slipped his hands under her shirt, caressed her bare back and ground his hips subtly into her. She felt both sexy and wanton. Her body was strung so tightly with pulsing desire and she didn’t know how much more she could stand of this foreplay. She expected Brent—or Rory—to ram his cock into her the moment they were alone. If not, she would take the initiative, she was that hungry for him.

  His hands slid down to cup her buttocks over her skirt, then he changed his mind and slipped one hand beneath the clinging fabric. She released a ragged sigh at the silken glide of his hand against her naked flesh. She was so aroused her cream was running in rivulets down her thigh but it only made her feel sexier and more lustful. She didn’t think anybody could see them, as they were surrounded on all sides by other couples and the dim lighting helped hide what he was doing. Even so, the fact that he was making love to her in such a public setting only increased her excitement.

  Above her head, his breathing came in short pants and she could swear his heart was beating in rapid, staccato thumps. He insinuated his middle finger down the crack of her butt and she tensed, wondering if he would…if he would… His finger dived in and teased her butt hole—

  “Excuse me, but I believe it’s now my turn.”

  Lindsey roused from the sexual fog she was in to see Rory looking at them expectantly. Around them, some couples were leaving the floor while still others were moving toward them and her quick brain surmised that the music had stopped.

  Reluctantly, Brent removed his hands, stole a quick
kiss, then handed her over to Rory.

  She decided to tease him a little. “Aren’t you terrified you’ve forgotten how to dance? Maybe we should’ve practiced outside in the corridor.”

  “Minx,” Rory scolded, his eyes twinkling as he placed his hands on her shoulders. “I sure won’t forget this.”

  This was his palms sliding down from her shoulders along her arms and when his hands reached her wrists, he curled his fingers and pulled her hands to twine behind his neck. At the forward momentum, she gasped and found herself plastered all over his upper body. Caught unawares by his action, her face was turned up in surprise with her mouth mere inches from his. His hands began a slow slide from the back of her neck down her spine as he smiled at her slowly. “Now you shouldn’t have any complaints.”

  Trails of prickling heat were left in the wake of his caressing hand and she shuddered. Her soft breasts were squashed against the solid firmness of his chest and her nipples became points of aching want. Try as she might, she couldn’t look away from his eyes, where the twinkle had faded away to be replaced by a smoldering flame.

  On top of the foreplay that Brent had initiated, this was too much. “Rory…” she begged.

  He ignored her. “My problem now is where do I place my hands?” A thoughtful frown creased his brow. “I could leave them here—” One hand continued the sensual strokes, while the other rested on the small of her back and he gently pushed her forward so that she was pressed tightly against him, from her breasts down to her feet. A hard bulge nudged her stomach. When she realized what it was, heat spread throughout her body and her heart increased its beat. Her pussy clenched several times with need and a raw moan slipped past her lips. “Or here.” His large hands cupped her buttocks and lifted her, so that her mouth closed the necessary distance to meet his.

  His kiss was hot and hard, masterful and skilled. Despite the public setting, she let the hunger overtake her and opened her mouth to let him in. Her pulse leaped madly. His tongue stroked hers rhythmically and when his retreated, she followed into the heated, moist cavern of his mouth. She lost herself in the kiss, in the textures and sensations, aware that she was so very attracted to this man and how very lucky she was to have a husband like Brent.