Steamy: A Romance Anthology That Sizzles

by Johnson, Cat

  “You’re pretty laid back?” Gage notes. “I like it.” He pulls me into another kiss, and when we break off I see Laken has plumped up the pillows, rearranging them to make the half-circle of a soft nest.

  “Got to make sure you’re comfortable,” he grins.

  Gage undoes the button and zip of my jeans, pushing them past my hips to fall to the floor, and Laken’s gaze roams over my body. When his gaze meets mine again there’s a distinct bulge in his groin.

  “I’m feeling a little overdressed.” Gage comments, and I giggle, pulling his shirt from his pants and sliding my hand up over his chest.

  “Better do something about that then.” His top button is already undone and I press my lips against the small tuft of hair there, before moving to undo his buttons from the top down, kissing each freshly exposed area of skin. When all the buttons are undone I open his shirt up, and circle one of his nipples with my tongue.

  He shudders. “That tickles.”

  Laken comes up behind me, his hands resting on my hips as he kisses his way across my shoulder. I turn to kiss him, fumbling with his jeans as I kiss his shoulder and chest, finding his nipple and giving it the same treatment.

  As Laken removes his trousers I turn to see Gage pull several tiny packets from his pockets and toss them on the bed. Condoms and lube, enough for a very enjoyable night.

  “You came well prepared.”

  Gage laughs. “Got to take responsibility. It shouldn’t all be on your shoulders. And besides, you never know when things might heat up.”

  “Like right now.” Laken is on the bed again. “How about you come on up here.”

  I climb onto the bed and crawl up to Laken’s pillow nest. “Cosy.”

  “Just for you.” He places a peck on my lips, and my jaw, nibbling my ear before brushing his lips down my neck to kiss my collarbone as his hands cup my breasts, his thumbs grazing over my nipples.

  Behind him, Gage pulls off his jeans, his erection bouncing as he removes his underpants. My mouth waters at the sight.

  Laken continues to kiss his way down my torso, sliding my knickers down my legs and then kneeling between them. My breasts are cold now he’s let them go, my nipples hard, and I take over where he finished, rolling my nipples between my fingers as I watch Gage pull on himself. Laken’s nose nudges my cleft.

  “Now that’s a sight for sore eyes.” Gage’s words are breathy, and he strokes a little harder.

  “Are you going to join in, or just watch?” I ask, patting the bed beside me.

  He grins and climbs onto the bed beside me, and I reach out to grab his cock.

  “Shouldn’t the focus be on you?” he asks.

  “The focus should be on all of us.” I shake my head. “Besides, I love sucking cock.”

  Laken’s tongue darts out and laps at my clit and I gasp as pleasure jolts up my spine.

  I look up into Gage’s eyes as I twist slightly so I can run my tongue over the head of his penis, pressing against his tiny slit. His pupils dilate, and I open my mouth to cover the head as Laken’s tongue slides from one end of my cleft to the other.

  I moan over Gage’s cock, which twitches in my mouth.

  The sound spurs Laken on, his tongue pressing at my opening, tasting my insides before sliding up to circle and suck on my clit.

  I bob up and down on Gage’s cock. It’s too long for me to take it all, but what I can’t cover with my mouth I stroke with my hand. He gasps, and throws his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

  Laken slides a finger inside me, then another, stroking my insides until my body jolts as he finds my g-spot, my hips thrusting of their own accord as his mouth and hands send another orgasm spiralling through my body.

  I release Gage’s cock and drop back onto the pillows, gasping as Laken works his magic and the world shrinks until there’s nothing but the pleasure rippling out from between my legs.

  7

  “Fuck.” I sag back onto the bed. “That was incredible.”

  “You ain’t seen nothing, yet.” Laken slides up my body, sucking on one nipple and then the other before licking my lips, pressing his salty tongue against mine so I can taste my own juices.

  He sits up, grabbing one of Gage’s condoms to tear off the wrapper and slide it over his erection, then leans over me again.

  The head of his cock presses against my opening, and I widen my legs, tilting my pelvis to welcome him in. He’s thick, wider than any other man I’ve had before. I knew it just from the look of him, but when he slips inside me the stretch is satisfying like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

  “Mmm...” I kiss him deeper, cupping his cheeks between my hands, my thumbs stroking the bristles on his chin. I wrap my legs around his waist so I can pull him closer. He starts thrusting, short sharp movements to ease his way in.

  “God, that feels good.” He moans the words, his breath coming in gasps.

  I groan in agreeance.

  “Well, don’t take all day.” Gage teases from behind him, rolling a condom over his own hard-on.

  Laken grins, and in one fluid movement rolls us both over so I’m on top, my breasts pressed against his chest.

  “Now that’s better.” Gage’s palms rub across my backside, and he presses his lips against my tailbone, before moving lower to circle my hole with his tongue.

  A shudder tears through me, and I arch my back, pressing my butt up to meet his caress.

  “Keen, are we?” His voice is husky, and I whimper my confirmation.

  I’ve never felt so needy in my life.

  “This is gonna be cold.” He squirts some lube between my cheeks, the chill making me jump. Laken chuckles beneath me, holding my shoulders so he can press his way back inside.

  “You ready?” Gage asks, and I nod.

  “Yes.”

  Laken gives a couple more strokes, then pauses as Gage applies a gentle pressure to ease the head inside.

  “Oh.” I gasp, my eyes widening.

  “Everything okay?” Gage pauses.

  “Perfect.” I nod. “Keep going. Please.”

  Below me Laken is still, his gaze never leaving my face as Gage gives gentle in and out movements to slide deeper.

  The sensations are amazing. I thought using a dildo while Harvey and I fucked would give me a pretty accurate threesome experience, but that’s nothing compared to this.

  It doesn’t take long before Gage is all the way inside me, and now both he and Laken withdraw, their cocks sliding almost all of the way out before returning. Their movement strokes my insides in ways its never been stroked before.

  They thrust, slowly at first, the sensations circling and spiralling, electrifying my entire body.

  I cling to Laken. As their thrusting increases there’s nothing more I can do, as one orgasm spirals and peaks and drops, and another rises in it’s place, leaving me a sweaty, panting mess.

  “Fuck guys, fuck. Fuck.”

  They move faster, grinding deeper into me with each thrust.

  I’m not present anymore, not really, instead flying somewhere up there, out of this world, as these men give my body pleasures I’ve never before experienced.

  Finally Laken grunts beneath me, his thrusts slowing as he comes, and moments later Gage does too.

  I collapse onto Laken’s chest as Gage withdraws.

  “Awww. Did we wear you out?”

  I glance up to see Laken smiling down at me. “You did.” I close my eyes again. “That was incredible.”

  “You got a bin for this?” Gage holds up a tissue-wrapped condom.

  “Here by the bed.” I gesture with a nod of my head.

  He disposes of it and climbs onto the bed, as Laken rolls me over to lay on my back between them.

  “And did you enjoy that?” Gage’s hand strokes my stomach.

  “It was incredible,” I repeat. “So much better than I imagined it would be.”

  “Glad to hear it.” He grins.

  Laken props himself up on an elbo
w. “Did we help you forget about your ex?”

  I think of Harvey, then push the thought away. “Who?”

  Gage chuckles. “Good. Now the big question. Would you like us to help you forget about him forever?”

  My heart leaps in my chest. “You’d be happy to keep this going?” I look at Gage. “The three of us?”

  Gage grins. “I could think of worse things than sharing a sexy woman with my best friend.”

  “And what about other women?”

  Laken shakes his head. “No other women. Not while we’re together.”

  My nipples tingle at the thought of repeating that experience again, and again, and again.

  But how long could it last for? How long before one, or both of these men decide they’ve had enough, and want to move on?

  Then again, why does that matter?

  A smile stretches across my face. Why not enjoy this experience, for as long as it lasts?

  “I’d love that,” I say, my smile growing as Laken’s eyes sparkle and Gage returns my grin.

  Epilogue

  I open the car door, inhaling the smokey scent of a campfire. I follow my nose, and soon the sizzling of cooking meat reaches my ears, along with the low murmur of deep voices in friendly conversation.

  There’s nothing that turns me on more than arriving home from work to the waft of one delicious meal or another, and have one sexy man pass me a glass of wine as the other cooks dinner.

  Laken sees me first, and his grin is just as wide as it was when I first asked them to stay the night.

  I can’t believe it’s been a year since then.

  But a weekly date turned into twice a week, turned into regular sleepovers, turned into us buying a bigger bed and them both moving in, and now we’re just like an old married couple... or perhaps triple is a better word. We bicker over whose turn it is to take out the compost, and who needs to do the washing, and we get cranky with each other, and occasionally take time out to sleep in the spare room to have some space.

  But I wouldn’t change anything for the world.

  “Wine?” Laken passes me a glass of red.

  “Of course.” I take a sip, closing my eyes as I savour the rich tones.

  “Tough day?” Gage’s brow furrows. He’s holding barbecue tongs in one hand, and wearing a black apron over his tight white t-shirt and blue jeans.

  “Always made better coming home to you two.”

  “Good.” They speak in unison, then glance at each other, sly smiles crossing their faces.

  I raise an eyebrow. “What’s going on?”

  They glance at each other again, and Laken shrugs.

  “We were going to wait until after dinner,” Gage begins.

  Laken moves to stand behind me, his hands sliding over my shoulders. “It’s been twelve months since you first asked us to stay the night.”

  I grin. “It has.”

  “And things have only got better since,” he continues.

  “I would have to agree.”

  Gage steps away from the barbecue to face me, and Laken moves to stand next to him. They glance at each other again, and drop to one knee, each of them lifting a small velvet box.

  “Mia,” they speak in harmony. “Will you be ours, forever?”

  My mouth drops open. My heart races. My eyes water. I don’t know what to say. “What?” My gaze flicks from one ring to the other.

  “We can’t marry legally,” Gage says.

  “But we can still have a commitment ceremony,” Laken adds.

  “Or we can just keep this moment private between us,” Gage finishes. “Whatever you prefer.”

  “Oh my god.” I cover my mouth with my hands. My heart is soaring, and I’m laughing and crying all at once.

  Laken pulls his box back a little. “Is that a yes?”

  I spread my arms wide and wrap them around both of my men. “Yes. God, yes. That’s a yes.”

  They stand, wrapping theirs arms around me and squeezing me tight.

  They slide their rings onto my finger, designed especially to sit perfectly side-by-side, and I can’t help but marvel at the way my life has turned out. I wanted to find another man Harvey could accept as a third in our relationship, but what I needed to do was let Harvey go, to make space for the two waiting for me all along.

  About the Author

  Heather Kinnane is an Australian author of the Contemporary Romance series ‘Seeking Satisfaction’, where two’s company, but three (or more) is a party! She also writes steamy stories in a bunch of other genres, and was a contributor to the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette for many years, where her steamy stories came in tiny snippets, no more than 800 words long. For more information about her stories, visit her website: https://heatherkinnane.com

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  Out of Sight

  Tracie Delaney

  Fate tore them apart. Destiny brought them together.

  1

  Cass

  “Is this your bag, miss?”

  I nodded at the airport security guy, then checked my watch. As usual, I’d turned up late, and now I risked missing my flight. “Can you hurry?”

  He stared at me flatly, and I swore he opened the zipper one tooth at a time. He peered inside and began rummaging around. Come on already.

  “I really am in a rush. I can’t miss my flight.”

  His lips flattened and then curved at the edges. “Does this belong to you?”

  My eyes widened as I watched him remove a large, pink vibrator. Heat rushed to my cheeks. “That’s not mine.”

  He arched an eyebrow. “Are you saying that you are carrying items on board an aircraft that don’t belong to you?”

  “No. I mean…” I covered my face, appalled as I finally figured out what had happened. My roommate’s idea of a joke—and not a funny one. As soon as I returned to Chicago from my trip back home to see my folks, I’d kill her. “Oh, God.”

  The agent put the offending item back in my bag and handed it over. “Next time, maybe put it in your checked baggage. Have a pleasant flight, miss.”

  With a beet-red face, I mumbled, “Thanks,” and dashed off.

  I made the flight with minutes to spare and sank into my first-class seat. I rarely drank on planes, but after that horrifying trip through airport security, today I’d make an exception. I picked up the menu and turned straight to the wine page, scanning the choices.

  “Cass?”

  I looked up, and unattractively, my mouth dropped open. Looming over me stood Booker Riggs, the man who had carelessly tossed aside our relationship two years ago. The man I’d loved with all my heart. The man I’d imagined walking up the aisle to marry.

  The man who’d left my heart in tatters when he walked out on me.

  His reasoning? “It’s not a good time for me right now.”

  Like what the actual fuck?

  I glared at him. “Booker.” My voice came out purposely curt, and I turned to stare out the window—until the creak of leather beside me brought my head back around.

  “Please tell me you’re not sitting there?”

  He smiled, and that damned dimple appeared. God, he still had the ability to turn my insides to mush. And, oh, he smelled so good. Still wearing the same woodsy, masculine cologne he’d always favored.

  “I could, but I’d be lying.” His glittering emerald eyes grazed over my face. “You look good, Cass.”

  My stomach flipped at his compliment. I’d loved this man to the point of insanity—and he’d left me so effortlessly.

  I hardened my heart. “And you still look like the jerk you always were.”

  He chuckled. “I’ve missed your sass.”

  “Really?” I pulled my eyes away from his intense stare and gave my attention to the baggage handlers loading the last of the luggage into the belly of the plane. Snowflakes dusted their jackets. At least it’d be warmer back home in
Florida. “I haven’t thought about you at all. Out of sight, out of mind.”

  Warm breath grazed my ear. “Liar,” he whispered.

  I swiveled around, my lips flat, my jaw locked up tight. “Let’s just not speak for the rest of the journey,” I ground out through clenched teeth.

  “Okay,” he agreed amiably. “But can I say one thing first?”

  I sighed heavily. “What?”

  He drew the curtain, giving us privacy from the rest of the cabin, and leaned in. “Tell me, Cass. Are you planning on using that vibrator at thirty thousand feet? If so, can I watch?”

  Horror bloomed in my chest, and for the second time in as many minutes, my mouth flopped about like a distressed fish on the quayside. “You saw?” I whispered.

  Booker grinned unashamedly. “Me and half of O’Hare.”

  Fuck. My. Life.

  I raised my eyes upward, wondering if God hated me as much as he appeared to right now. And I’d always been such a fan. Gone to church. Tried to be kind to others. And this was what I got in return.

  I pasted on a devil-may-care smile and hitched up my right shoulder. “I have a vibrator in my purse. What of it?”

  “What, indeed,” Booker drawled. “I don’t remember you being that adventurous when we were together.”

  My jaw worked, and my right hand formed a fist. I briefly wondered if I could knock him out with a single punch and give myself a Booker-free flight home.

  “Maybe if you’d bothered to stick around, my preferences wouldn’t be such a surprise.”

  Yeah, Cass. Totally winging it. I’d never used a vibrator in my life. Nor had I slept with anyone since Booker left me. Hence Vicki—my roommate—had come up with a pitiful idea for a joke. She thought a few self-administered orgasms might help me to relax and finally move on.

  Good plan, Vicks. Worked like a treat.

  A weird expression crossed Booker’s face, and he fixed his green eyes on the seat in front. “We all make mistakes,” he murmured, more to himself than to me.