Angel was suddenly behind Jessi, sandwiching her between them. “Must you tease us mercilessly?”
Jessi giggled at the way they both accosted her and wiggled out from between them. “Patience my darling husbands.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Tommy asked, most impatiently.
She sashayed past the fireplace, running a finger across the mantle. “I’ve been thinking. We’re empty-nesters now. No kids. No probing eyes or ears. No need to blast the music to drown out our cries of pleasure.”
Tommy and Angel looked at one another, heat rising between them at the realization that, for the first time in a very long time, there were no barriers to their lovemaking.
“That’s right. Nothing is off the table.” Jessi quirked her brow. “Or everything is on the table. We can have Table Tuesdays – sex only on hard surfaces. Preceded by Muff Diving Mondays – which will be all about your tongues and my lady parts. Followed by No Pants Wednesdays.” She smiled seductively. “Voyeur Thursdays – where I get to watch but not touch. Which leads up to Double Penetration Fridays.”
Angel let out a heated breath. “That’s so naughty.”
Visions of the X-rated calendar Jessi outlined flashed inside Tommy’s head. Today was Saturday, but Jessi didn’t define the genre of the day, and his heart thudded with anticipation. “What’s Saturday?” he asked with overzealous anticipation.
Jessi bit her lower lip and glanced up at the ceiling. “Let’s see. I think Saturdays will be Tommy Sandwich Saturday.”
Angel draped his arm over Jessi’s shoulder and leered at Tommy. “I love that idea.”
Tommy eyed his husband and wife warily as a shiver ran down his back. Those two were trouble when they put their heads together sometimes. Granted, their love life had taken a tamer turn over the years. With the addition of two sets of curious eyes and ears in the house, the flogger that he loved so much hadn’t been used nearly as much as it used to. That didn’t mean their sexual encounters were any less frequent or scorchingly hot, though. With spouses as gorgeous as Jessi and Angel, Tommy’s erection was in constant overdrive, and they were both happy to appease his appetite. “What do you have in mind?” he asked with an alluring smile.
Jessi sauntered toward him from the left, while Angel strutted toward him from the right. His head slowly turned from one to the other as they approached, each pinning him with a sinister erotic gaze. As promised, they sandwiched him between them.
Angel tugged on Tommy’s T-shirt, lifted it above his head and threw it to the floor, desecrating the vintage souvenir. “Hey. That’s an original Metallica T-shirt from 1988. You can’t find that one anywhere anymore.”
Jessi picked it up, folded it, and neatly placed it on the coffee table for safekeeping. She gave Angel a scolding smirk, but there was a smile tucked in there, as well.
Angel just rolled his eyes. “Enough stalling, Mr. Blade. I suggest if you don’t want those jeans ripped from your body, remove them yourself. Because I’m out of patience. Our wife is flaunting her impeccable naked body in front of me.” He leered at Jessi. “With those perfect breasts and that irresistible round little ass. I don’t know how much longer I can control myself.”
Jessi raised her brows as she listened to Angel complement her attributes and smiled. She pushed her breasts together and licked her lips, then turned a quarter of the way around to present said irresistible ass to Angel. Both Tommy and Angel lunged at her. One firm butt cheek was the recipient of a healthy squeeze from Angel’s large palm and her shoulder received a firm nip from his teeth. Both of Tommy’s hands cupped her breasts while his thumbs rubbed against the barbells in her nipples.
Jessi sucked in a surprised breath and let her head fall back, savoring the attention. “Oh, my goodness!” She reached one hand behind her and covered Angel’s hand with her palm while she ran the fingers of her other hand through Tommy’s hair. “My men,” she sighed. As they continued to caress her body – Angel from the back, Tommy from the front – she began to slowly protest. “Wait.” She let out a quivering breath, but neither stopped. “Stop,” she said as she sighed.
Tommy exchanged a knowing glance with Angel, and the two of them fell to their knees. Angel parted her cheeks and went to work on her back end with his tongue. Tommy was a little jealous because he knew the skill level of Angel’s talented tongue, and, after all, this was Tommy Sandwich Saturday. But, he didn’t mind too much considering he had access to the front of Jessi’s delightful lower half. He parted the folds of her skin and dipped his tongue along the ridge until he found her pulsating orifice. Their combined touch always made Jessi writhe, evidenced by the way she swayed and needed to hold onto Tommy to steady herself. She spread her legs wider and squatted a little in order to give him better access, which he took full advantage of. He maneuvered his face between her legs while holding onto her thighs. His hands met Angel’s, who was also caressing Jessi’s legs. Moving his mouth lower, he found Angel’s tongue and they shared a wet kiss between Jessi’s legs.
Without warning, Angel stood and picked Jessi up in his arms, leaving Tommy kneeling on the floor.
“What are you doing?” Jessi asked, startled and breathless.
“We’re being spontaneous!” Angel exclaimed.
Tommy followed Angel as he hurried out of the great room, still carrying Jessi, and led the way into the dining room. He put Jessi down on the edge of the dining table and spread her legs wide open for easy access.
“Nice.” Tommy commented.
Jessi leaned back on her hands and glanced at the table with apprehension. “We eat on this table.”
They hadn’t had sex on the dining room table since Lucas was born, Tommy realized. He scrunched his brows together and stopped to contemplate the amount of years that had slipped by. It had been way too long, but that was about to change. “From now on, sex on the dining room table, the kitchen counter and the center island on Table Tuesdays. Mark your calendars.”
“I’ll gladly make a note of it, mi amor.” Angel extended his hand toward Jessi’s crotch. “Shall we dine?”
They both dove into the folds of Jessi’s flesh. Their tongues worked together, twirling and licking Jessi into a frenzy. Not only were they pleasuring Jessi at the same time, they were also sharing delicious tongue kisses against her entrance. Tommy slipped a finger inside of her and Angel did the same, so two digits filled her – one from each of her husbands. She gasped heavily, her breath raspy and harsh, as she fell back on the table. She let out one long guttural moan as she succumbed to their touch. Winded, she ran her fingers through her hair. “Oh my God. I haven’t came that hard in . . . days.” She got to her elbows, her cheeks flushed almost as pink as her hair. “But it’s Tommy Sandwich Saturday, not Muff Diving Monday or Table Tuesday.”
“It’s a trifecta!” Tommy stripped off his jeans and boots and crawled on top of her, then looked over his shoulder at Angel. “I’m ready for my sandwich. “
Angel was already naked, a pile of clothing on the floor next to him, but he had his knuckle pressed against his chin and his brows pinched together. “Do you think this table is strong enough to bear the weight of all three of us? I wouldn’t want to crush our wife.”
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Jessi said with a smile.
Impatient and ready to explode, Tommy slid Jessi to the center of the large rectangular table so she was lying lengthwise. “Don’t worry about the table, A. It’s solid marble and supported by a wrought iron frame. Now, get over here. I need the top to my sandwich.”
Jessi spread her hands across the cold marble. “This reminds me of the little tryst we had in the doctor’s office when I was pregnant with Lucas.”
Tommy’s heart rate immediately skyrocketed at the memory, while erotic pictures of the doctor/doctor/patient roleplay they had exhibited in Jessi’s obstetrician’s office, and the fun they had with the surgical clamps, filled his head. He traced his hands over his nipples, remembering the sensations,
which sent a shudder down his back. His cock throbbed, and he rubbed it against Jessi’s hip while he waited for Angel. Impatient, he looked over his shoulder for his husband. “What are you doing now?”
“We have no lube. I was trying to remember if we had any stashed down here.” Angel’s cheeks spread into a wicked smile. “Unless you want me to penetrate you dry. Or, maybe use some of the inventive things we’ve used over the years. Like soap. Or spit.”
Tommy’s erection waned slightly. The soap, used in the tiny bathroom on their flight to Europe, hadn’t been that bad, but using spit as the only lubricant when there was nothing else had been rough.
“You can use me,” Jessi offered. “I’m wet enough.”
Both Tommy and Angel snapped their heads in her direction.
“I love that idea,” Angel hissed, “but I’m getting something for backup.” He briskly trotted to the kitchen, his erection bouncing in front of him, and returned a second later with a bottle of olive oil. “I’m going to toss your salad, mi amor!”
Tommy and Jessi both burst out laughing, but their bout of levity was interrupted by Angel crawling onto the table and pushing Tommy aside so he could mount Jessi. Angel thrust into her several times with strong, deep pushes of his hips, causing Jessi to arch her back and grunt, and Tommy to watch with a hungry gaze. Angel rotated his hips while pushing forward, stirring Jessi’s insides. “I’m scooping up as much of you as I can,” he informed her, while she clung to him and dug her fingernails into his biceps. He kissed her, savagely, making all three of them moan. After a few more rotations Angel pulled out and inserted his fingers. “For prep,” he explained. Then he scooted aside and instructed Tommy to take his place.
Tommy leaned over Jessi on his hands and knees and presented himself to Angel. He made eye contact with Jessi as he waited, his long hair falling into her face. She pushed her fingers through it and held it back so she could gaze into his eyes. He knew she wanted to see his expression when Angel entered him. A long satisfied sigh left his lungs as Angel pushed a finger inside of him, but his body clenched from the burn.
Angel felt Tommy tense. “Maybe you need a little more than our wife to coat you.”
Tommy waited for the oil, but Angel’s luscious tongue lubricated his bottom, and he immediately relaxed as the hot wetness delivered a soothing tingle.
Tommy watched over his shoulder as Angel poured some of the oil into his hands and rubbed them together. He stroked himself with one oil-coated hand so he was nice and slippery, then he shoved two lubricated fingers inside Tommy and twisted them, stretching him. It was an all-consuming rush of adrenaline that had Tommy’s legs twitching and his blood pumping. “I’m ready,” Tommy said impatiently.
“Me, too.” Jessi said, breathless with anticipation.
“As you wish, my prince and my queen. It’s go time.”
Tommy lined up his cock with Jessi’s entrance and paused while he waited for Angel. At last, Angel placed his tip at Tommy’s hole and pressed forward with a deep, forceful thrust. Angel entered Tommy, causing Tommy to penetrate Jessi.
Tommy grunted. Jessi gasped. And Angel let out a deep sigh. They stayed like that, without moving, for a second or two, just to enjoy the way their bodies were connected. Angel was the driving force behind their lovemaking. The hard table offered resistance so every time Angel slammed into Tommy, Tommy buried himself inside Jessi. He was filled to capacity from the back and encapsulated fully from the front. As Angel picked up speed, he rubbed the oil on his hands into Tommy’s back and the fragrance of the oil, which was scented with rosemary, filled Tommy’s nostrils. He lifted his nose in the air and a smile crept onto his lips. “I smell delicious!” he announced.
Jessi let out a small laugh, and he bent down to kiss her neck. Angel suddenly grabbed onto Tommy’s waist, pressing his fingertips deep into Tommy’s flesh, and started pumping his hips wildly. It sent a jolt of electricity through Tommy and he began to buck and writhe between his two spouses. He tried to jut his hips forward into Jessi and backwards into Angel to aid the momentum, but Angel was in control. All Tommy and Jessi could do was hang on and enjoy the ride.
Tommy’s arms started to shake from fatigue, and his hair was a mass of blond streaks in front of his eyes. Jessi reached up and pushed his hair behind his ears so he could see the way her eyes rolled up in her head and the way her lips parted when she came. The sight pushed Tommy over the edge and he flopped between his two loves as his orgasm ripped through his body. His knees finally gave out and he fell on top of Jessi. They both lie helpless on the marble slab waiting for Angel to have his fill. The man had the stamina of a 20-year old and pummeled them both long after they were spent. One long, loud moan finally reverberated from Angel’s powerful lungs and he slowly crumbled onto Tommy’s back.
“You’re both crushing me,” Jessi said with a smile. “Not that I mind.”
Angel moved to Jessi’s right and Tommy moved to her left. Motionless, he remained still and allowed the cool marble to regulate the temperature in his overheated body. He could barely see through his wild mane of hair and brushed it off his face as he caught his breath. He gazed at Angel and then at Jessi. They were so beautiful. Age had barely touched them. Angel’s jet black hair had a few strands of gray now, and there were faint lines in the corners of his eyes, which still smoldered like black coal. But, his body was still that of an Olympian, and his vocals were as dynamic as they were 25 years ago. Tommy turned to Jessi and washed his eyes over his wife, a woman he’d known since they were in college. Even after two kids, her stomach was as flat as a board, and her body remained toned and fit. Her face was smooth, void of wrinkles, and her skin glowed. Her hair had gone through so many changes over the years, that he barely remembered what she looked like with her natural light brown color. He loved them all, but favored the bright pink that she wore today. As for himself, time had also been kind. He had more grays than he cared to admit, but they only highlighted his flaxen hair. He still swam every day, when Immortal Angel wasn’t on tour, and jumped around on stage like a maniac. Plus, having two spouses who made heavy demands on his body left him downright viral. And, let’s face it – horny as fuck. “That was fucking incredible, but I think we slighted you, A. I guess tomorrow will have to be All About Angel Sunday.”
“Oooh,” Angel cooed. “That sounds like fun. I suggest we use the top of the desk in my office. I miss the kids, but I’m really going to enjoy using all of the furniture in the house again. This table was a wonderful idea.” Angel popped his head up and looked at the marble. “Although we need to disinfect it before everyone comes over for dinner tomorrow.”
Jessi displayed a lazy smile and placed her left hand over Tommy’s heart. He turned and smiled at her, then placed his left hand over hers. Lastly, Angel rolled over and added his hand to the pile, stacking their wedding rings on top of Tommy’s chest. Jessi sighed. “I’m so happy. I have everything I’ve ever wanted and two gorgeous attentive men to share my life with. Lucas found a wonderful girl who’s perfect for him.” She sighed again. “Now, if Tessa would just admit that she’s in love with Mason, we’d all be happy.”
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MASON WILDER, Duet Book 2
She’s my best friend’s little sister. She’s off limits. She’s Tessa Blade Garcia, a girl who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it. And now she’s after me.
Everything in my life has had a predetermined path. The success of the band had to come first. I’ve put my feelings on hold long enough. The time is finally right. Mason Wilder is America’s most eligible rock star. Now, I’m going to make him mine.
I’ve know her since the day she was born, but it’s taken me 22 years to realize how much I love her. Just when everything seems perfect, my world get turned upside down, and I need to take sides between people I’ve loved and trusted my entir
e life, and someone I never thought I’d see again.
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“In my mind, you were always Lucas' little sister. I never had that eye opening she-turned-into-a-woman moment, until you put that seed in my brain. It was as if a curtain was lifted and the opacity was gone. In an instant, you turned into this voluptuous, gorgeous woman that I couldn’t resist. That I wanted. That stirred things inside of me that weren’t there before. I see it all clearly now. Me and you. A drummer and a bassist. We come from the same background. We have the same goals. Our sights are set on the same things. What two people share a better connection than us? You were meant to be in my life." He paused and his expression deflated a little. "My life could have been very different. I could have never known my father. Never known you. Or Lucas. Or any of the Immortal Angel family. I believe I was brought here for a reason. Fate. Fate brought me to you. I love you Tessa Blade Garcia."
She'd waited a lifetime to hear those three little words. They were overwhelming. She had always envisioned her reaction to be one of over-the-top elation. Jump-up-and-down hysteria. But Mason's heartfelt revelation left her exhausted with relief, and she just wanted to feel him in her arms. "Kiss me," she breathed.
His eyes dropped to her lips, and he pulled her closer. His mouth met hers with so much heat she thought she would combust. His mouth was warm and fiery. His lips were fleshy and soft. Gentle. His hands pressed against her back and held her to him, possessively. It was as if every pore in her body woke from a drunken slumber. As if they were waiting, dormant, for Mason to touch her. In a very real sense, they were. Her nerve endings were pulsing. Her heart was thundering. Nothing had prepared her for this moment. A million fantasies couldn't conjure up the rampage of feelings spiraling inside of her. This was really happening. She was kissing the man of her dreams. Right now. It wasn't a fantasy or her imagination, Mason loved her. He finally realized they were supposed to be together.
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