“Which is neither subtle nor pushy. Now it’s on the table, and Nick can decide for himself.”
“You two were talking about me.” Nick shouldn’t be surprised. What caught him off-guard was the nature of the conversation. However, it made sense they’d discuss Do you want to fuck this guy again?
The corners of Tara’s mouth were still pulled in a teasing half-smile. “We’re a couple. We talk about a lot of things.”
Nick pretended to give this consideration. “It’s not a great pick-up line. I can’t see it working on most women, but it would snag guys.”
“Which part of it?” Tara furrowed her brow.
“My boyfriend and I think you should fuck me.” If they were being direct, Nick was too.
Tara leaned in, elbows on her knees, breasts pushed together, and bright-eyed gaze locked on Nick. “You were hoping for something more sophisticated?”
He was a simple guy. What she was doing right now was pretty effective, with or without pretty words. His senses danced with anticipation, and his mind sparked with images of pulling her to her feet. Dragging his mouth up her long neck. Hearing twin groans— “I wanted something cheesier. I was told a cheap line would work on me.”
“That’s not quite how it was phrased.” Nathan shook his head.
Nick shouldn’t be entertaining his desire or this conversation. He’d promised himself the one hookup was enough. “Do I get the line or not?”
“Fine.” Tara’s smile reminded him of a fox. A playful, hungry fox. He loved that look, as though she were chasing and teasing her prey. “How about, is that a cucumber in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” She dropped her gaze to his crotch.
His cock throbbed in response. “That’s so, so bad. And yes, I’d tell you that if this was a real conversation, as well. I’d follow it with If you really thought my dick was green, would you approach me?”
Nathan snorted a short laugh. “You’re being way too literal.”
“It’s a fair point.” Tara held up a finger. “And no, I wouldn’t. I was actually hoping more for a banana—you know, curved to hit the right spot—but you’ll do.”
“I’ll do? Wow. Way to make a guy feel special.” The joking was fun, and it fed Nick’s want. This was some of the oddest flirting he’d ever heard. It was fantastic.
Tara stood and crossed the short distance between them. Watching the soft sway of her hips while she moved was hypnotizing. She straddled his legs and wrapped her arms around her neck, but didn’t lower herself.
Heat seared through him, threatening to ignite the air.
She licked her lips. “I compared your erection to a cucumber, and I’ve seen how big you are. I think you should feel very special.”
“Okay, this is effective.” Nick was out of arguments. He raked his fingers up her back, eliciting a sharp gasp. He wanted to grip her hips and pull her in tight. Feel her weight press into his cock. Strip her down and explore every inch of her while Nathan watched... Helped.
But there needed to be an agreement first. “We can’t make a habit of this.”
“I agree.” Tara’s face was flushed. “You won’t be in town long enough for that.”
Not quite what he meant, but he was losing his ability to reason. “Exactly.”
Nick gripped her hips and prompted her to stand. He did the same, pressing his body to hers and claiming her mouth.
She kissed back hungry and unyielding. Her mouth was demanding and soft at the same time.
Nathan stepped up behind her. When he glided his hands up her stomach, he brushed Nick through fabric. The new touch sent an unexpected—but not unwelcome—shock through Nick.
Tara chuckled against Nick’s mouth. “Tara sandwich.”
“My favorite kind.” Nathan’s voice was low.
“It’s not much of a sandwich if the wrappers are still on...” Nick considered the words. “On second thought, let’s not get into another bad analogy like the birds and the bees one.” He pulled Tara’s shirt over her head.
She worked her fingers down the buttons on his shirt. “But if you get rid of the indirect references, all you’re left with is let’s get naked.”
“I’m a fan of direct. I’m a bigger fan of getting naked when it comes to you.” Nick groaned at the scratch of her nails against his chest when she pushed off his shirt. He kissed along her collar bone, falling into the faint scent of soap and flowers.
He pulled her body into his. Heat spread from each point of contact, from her breasts pressing into his skin, to her hip teasing his erection.
Nathan worked his hands between them. Rather than disrupting, it added another layer to Nick’s desire. The enjoying Tara together, and the unexpected sparks that spread from each of Nathan’s incidental touches.
Tara hooked her fingers into Nick’s waistband, and glided from hips to stomach before undoing his trousers and pushing them lower.
He tugged her braid to bring her mouth back to his. Her moan hummed against his lips and rocketed straight to his cock.
She shoved the rest of his clothes to the floor. The rough friction left a delicious burn in its wake, and the heat of her fingertips teasing up his legs was enough salve to tease.
Tara broke away and turned to face Nathan, meeting him in a kiss.
Unwilling to surrender the contact with anyone, Nick wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed into her back. He kissed along her shoulders, eliciting a delighted chuckle.
She pulled Nathan’s shirt up, and Nick tugged her jeans and panties down. Nathan stripped off his pants as well, leaving the three of them in a tangle of bare flesh and needy limbs.
Nathan lowered his head to Tara’s breast, to draw one nipple into his mouth. Her resulting gasp was enticing.
Nick molded his body to Tara’s, his erection digging into her ass. He glided a hand between her legs, to tease her damp sex. She thrust back into his touch, and he pulled away with a cluck.
“I want to taste you tonight.” He kissed along her earlobe.
“Mmm...” The groan rumbled through her back, vibrating against her chest. “I can’t say no to that.”
He grasped her hand and led her into the bedroom, with Nathan following.
“On the bed, on your back,” Nick said.
She gave him a wicked smirk. That same foxy grin that made him wonder if he was calling as many shots as he thought. “All right, Mr. Bossy.” She lay back, arching her back as she scooted into the middle of the mattress. Even nude and prone, she was fierce rather than timid.
Nick knelt between her legs and kissed down her chest. As he moved lower, Nathan joined them, resuming his attention to her breasts.
She squirmed and thrust her hips up.
He was so hard it ached, and desire begged him to hurry this up, but he was having fun drawing out the moment. A tiny whisper in the back of his mind pointed out the faster this ended, the sooner, his time with them was done.
He silenced it, in favor of enjoying the night. The playful nips he lay along her pelvis drew a strained laugh, and when he dragged his tongue down her inner thigh, she reached for him.
Nick met her grip, tangling his fingers with hers. He leg go as he moved out of reach, licking down one leg and back up the other.
When he finally reached her core, she bucked against him. He drove his tongue inside her, licking her inner walls, and lapping up her juices. Fuck, she was incredible.
The way she ground into his face, desperate and frantic, spurred him on. He fucked her with his tongue, enjoying the clench of her pussy.
When he pressed his thumb to her clit, she let out a raspy cry. She gripped his hair tight, holding him in place.
Nick pushed, licking and stroking as delicious shudders wracked her body. He kept up the attention until her ass collapsed back on the bed, and she loosened her grip.
Now he was indulging the hungry throb of his cock.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
TARA STRUGGLED TO CATCHER breath, but she wasn’t
done. Between Nathan’s knowing bites and sucks on her nipples, and Nick’s skilled tonguework, her mind buzzed. The high was delicious, and she wasn’t ready to give it up.
She guided Nick higher, then nudged his shoulders, pushing him onto his back. When she lowered her mouth to his, he captured her head to deepen the kiss.
She wouldn’t put up with that from anyone else, but with Nick, it felt right. Maybe because she knew it was a two-way street. Right now she wasn’t going to overthink it. She danced her tongue with his, tasting herself on his lips.
Tara straddled his legs. His throaty groan when she gripped his cock was musical. She stroked him as she lowered herself onto his shaft.
His lips parted in a silent gasp and his eyelids fluttered. Christ, he’s sexy. She loved this feeling of being stretched out.
She rocked slowly against him, resisting his attempts to set a faster pace.
Nathan glided a cold finger along her ass, startling her, and she let out a tiny yelp.
“Sorry.” He didn’t sound like it. “I thought that was warmer.”
“Not complaining.” She was tumbling back into the multiple sensations—Nick inside her, and Nathan teasing her asshole with a lubed finger.
Everything about this felt better than usual. Nick’s fingers digging into her hips. Nathan loosening her up from behind. The sounds. The faint scent of sex. Was it because she’d had a little wine?
No. This was different. It was more than physical. It hummed along her skin and tightened in all the right places.
Nick slid his hands down her back, pulling her into him. Her skin burned in the best way possible everywhere it met his.
He slowed then stopped the rocking against her, as he spread her ass cheeks.
Nathan nudged her second opening with the head of his cock. Anal wasn’t new for them, she knew how to relax and let him in. But as he eased in slowly, the sensation was all new.
Having two men inside her at once was incredible. Different than a toy or fingers. As the thrusting continued, she gasped at the new feeling. How had she never done this before?
There was no holding back this time. Nick thrust inside her at a steady, hard pace. The twin penetration stole her thoughts and pushed the world away until all she knew was them.
Nick lifted his head to draw a nipple into his mouth, and she clenched around them both at the new touch. Nathan reached around to find her clit. When he fingered her, her reason fled.
She tumbled into orgasm, surrounded by so much input she couldn’t pick one feeling out. She lost track of where one touch stopped and the next started.
Bright lights sparkled behind her eyelids. There was nothing but this. Her screams of pleasure. The twin male grunts and frantic pounding against her. She was so lost in pleasure, she didn’t know who came when. It was a banquet of deliciousness.
As the orgasm ebbed, she slowed and so did the men. She collapsed on Nick’s chest, unable to hold herself up. His heart hammered against her ear.
They slipped out of her. Nathan kissed up her spine, then collapsed back on the bed. Nick trailed his fingers through her hair. How was that so comforting?
They lay there until the panting stopped and the chill crept in. She was reluctant to pull away, but they needed to clean up before passing out.
Moments later, they were back in the bed again. Tara lay on her side, Nick pressed against her back, his arm draped casually over one hip. She pressed her forehead to Nathan’s.
He stared back with adoration. None of the hesitation she’d seen last time was there now.
“Fuck, I love you, Bella,” he murmured against her lips.
She swore Nick’s grip tightened on her hip. She didn’t want him to leave tonight.
Or ever.
That was impulsive, impractical, and irresponsible. But she did want to keep him here for now. “We have room for one more in our bed tonight, right?” she asked Nathan.
“Absolutely.” Nathan’s gaze never left hers.
Nick kissed her shoulder. His touch was intimate bordering on possessive. Logic argued that she should balk. But it felt good. Seductive. Right.
She leaned her weight into Nick. “You don’t have to go back to your hotel, do you?”
“No. I’m happy here.”
“Just hope we don’t wake up to a water leak in the morning,” Nathan teased.
“Never challenge the gods like that.” Nick’s scolding tone was light.
Nathan grinned. “I’m not worried. I’m not that kind of superstitious.”
Tara was just content to be wrapped in this warmth with the man she loved, and the second man they’d let into their lives.
Temporarily.
She tried not to cringe at her own reminder. She knew it was only temporary. The right long-term boyfriend might be out there, but it wasn’t Nick. He had too many hang-ups, and even if he got over them, he lived on the other side of the world.
Best to remember that now, so it didn’t haunt her later.
NICK’S TEETH CHATTERED, shaking him awake.
Tara and Nathan looked fine. She was still pressed between them, her skin hot against Nick’s.
He pulled the blanket tighter around them. The movement sent a sharp pain stabbing through his gut, and he gasped silently. That might just be an alien trying to break free.
He shook off the drowsy thought, and willed heat into his body. If he was cold why was there a sheen of sweat on his face?
Another dagger jabbed into his stomach and lurched up his throat.
Oh, fuck. He bolted from the bed and toward the bathroom, barely reaching the toilet before the contents of his belly evacuated themselves.
“Nick?” Tara’s soft voice was in the background
Heaving plus shivering plus the hammering in his skull made for a dizzying combination. They also made it impossible for him to reply. When he was pretty sure his gut was empty, he sank to the floor, and rested his forehead in his hands. Would there be another wave?
Something warm and soft was draped over his shoulders. A robe?
Tara handed him a glass of water. “I assume you know the drill.”
He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. The last time he’d been this sick... He couldn’t remember. He didn’t have any drunk and puking stories from college. It must have been when he was younger, because he remembered his parents hovering over him, and Fiona wanting to help.
Nick tugged the robe tighter, but it didn’t fight off the cold sinking into his bones. He rinsed his mouth out.
“Can you stand?” Nathan asked.
Nick nodded and pushed to his feet.
Tara wrapped an arm around his waist and led him back to the bed. “Do you feel better?”
“I’m really cold.”
“Lay down. I’ll be right back.”
Nick wanted to argue, but he didn’t have the strength. A moment later Tara returned with extra blankets and draped them over him. “Do you think you can stomach some Tachipirina?”
Nick didn’t know what that was.
“Tylenol,” Nathan called.
“What he said.”
“I think so.” He propped himself up to take another glass of water from her and two pills, then swallowed both. How did that take so much out of him? “Thank you,” he mumbled. “Sorry for waking you up.”
Tara brushed a hand over his forehead. “Don’t worry about.”
Nick’s dreams didn’t make sense, but they irritated him anyway. Splashes of color and sound and sensation that scraped his thoughts raw. And people talking.
No, that was outside of his head. He forced his eyes open, to see a woman about his age kneeling next to him.
“You’re awake.” Nathan stood a few feet back. “This is Liz. Sorry, Dr. Russo. She lives a few blocks down. We were worried about you when you passed out.”
“Pleasure to meet you.” The woman spoke with a heavy Italian accent.
Nick was grateful she was willing to talk to him in English. “Same.” Th
ey’d called a doctor to come to their house? For him? Back home that was unheard of. He supposed that was another thing that was different here. At least, he hoped this house visit wouldn’t cost them thousands.
“Do you have any allergies?” Dr. Russo asked.
Good question. Did he? “Standard hay fever kind of reactions. Pollen. Ragweed. Dandelions.”
Nathan hissed. “Does that apply to eating them too?”
“Who eats ragweed?” Nick didn’t understand the question.
Dr. Russo nodded. “Frequently people who are allergic to the spores have a reaction to eating it as well. Sometimes it manifests more like food poisoning than a standard reaction, and can take a few hours to manifest.. Have you had any cicoria lately?”
Nick looked at her blankly. “I ate a lot of things today I’ve never had before. Is that something I don’t want to ask about? Like... cow tails or something?”
“Not quite.” Nathan sounded amused. “It’s dandelion leaves, and someone almost always brings some to dinner.”
Great. People didn’t eat ragweed, they ate dandelions. He never would have thought to ask.
Dr. Russo stood. “Keep taking the Tachipirina every four hours until his fever goes down. If it’s still there in a day, or gets worse, call me. I’ll leave you some antihistamines too.”
“Thank you.” Nick gave her a weak smile.
She nodded and rose to join Tara in the doorway. The two walked away.
Nick glimpsed the clock out of the corner of his eye. It said 4:00. “Is it really that early?”
Nathan nodded and handed him a stack of clothes. “In case you want to get dressed.”
“I should go back to my hotel. You don’t need me lying around your house being sick.” He sat up and his head swam. He blinked away the dizziness. They’d stayed up with him—woken a doctor in the middle of the night—because he ate some bad food?
“Back in bed, now.” Tara’s command startled him. She had returned and was holding a mug with steam rising from it.
Nick liked her passion, but he needed to go. “I’m not going to impose. I’ll return to my room and sleep this off over the weekend.” The same way he would do at home.
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