Maxwell's Fall

by Tielle St Clare

  not that she hadn’t been enjoying the experience.

  “Uh—”

  Gideon placed a quick hard kiss on her throat. “You, my dear, are delicious.” Then he backed away. Max noticed that Gideon’s shirt was unbuttoned. Hell, his own shirt was unbuttoned. When had that happened? It didn’t matter. They were standing there, the three of them, all in partial states of undress and God, if that oven timer hadn’t gone off, they’d have been fucking. Max was sure of it.

  Gideon shook his head. “Take the salad. And the wine—” He winked at Max.

  “Because I think we’re going to need it. I’ll bring out the rest.”

  It was difficult to convince his body to move but Max finally got his legs to take a step back and his cock—the most rebellious organ in his body—to leave the warm cradle of Mandy’s sex. His dick rebelled at losing the heat. And moisture. Fuck, she was wet. He could smell it. Feel it. Almost taste it.

  God, he wanted to taste it. Gideon’s dinner couldn’t compare to the compelling flavor of Mandy’s pussy.

  He stared down at the sweet, shy woman trying to reclasp her bra, re-button her blouse.

  Damn his brother had good taste.

  “Move, move.” Gideon’s prompt barely pierced Max’s thoughts. “This isn’t the kind of meal you want to eat cold. Mandy, salad. Jax—“ Gideon’s emphasis snapped him out of his ruminations. “Focus on something besides Mandy’s tits—gorgeous 89

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  though they are—and grab the wine.” He pushed by, his hands filled with a steaming pan of something that smelled almost as good as Mandy’s pussy.

  Snapped out of his fog, he looked at Mandy. She shrugged, grabbed the salad and followed Gideon out into the dining room. The slight twitch of her hips warned that she was still feeling the effects of their sexual dance.

  Max took a deep breath and grabbed the bottle of wine. Gideon was right, they were going to need it.

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  Max gulped down the last glass of red and knew it wasn’t enough. Hell, wasn’t alcohol supposed to be a depressant? Wasn’t it supposed to make his cock unable to get hard? Of course, he’d started out hard. And the rest of the evening hadn’t changed that situation.

  Seated at the table with Mandy and Gideon both within easy reach. Fuck, it was a wonder he hadn’t come already. Dinner had been delicious. The subtly seasoned meat had satisfied the wolf’s physical hunger. At least one need was appeased.

  Gideon had kept the meal lively, almost impersonal, except for the seductive touches as he moved around the table, serving food or wine. They’d finished the bottle of white wine and moved onto a deep seductive Cabernet. Max almost groaned as Gideon had described the full-bodied flavor.

  When Gideon wasn’t serving or pouring, he guided the conversation. The man was a natural-born host. Fuck if Max wasn’t so turned-on, he’d have admired the talent.

  Max swallowed the last of his wine, letting it settle easily on the delicious meal Gideon had created. He could do this. All he had to do was make it through the “good nights” and he could send both his temptations on their way.

  And then dessert appeared. Fuck, when had Gideon had time to make dessert?

  He placed a fondue pot in the middle of the table. Strawberries and bits of marshmallow surrounded the melted chocolate. Max shook his head. He wouldn’t survive this.

  Mandy smiled and actually clapped her hands together as Gideon set the contraption into the middle of the table.

  “Oh, I love fondue.” She leaned forward and inhaled. Even with her blouse re-buttoned, Max could see the rise and fall of her breasts. The red tint of her bra shone through the white fabric, teasing him to rip off the staid blouse and lick the sweet valley between her pretty tits. “That smells delicious.” She bit her lip and let her eyes drift up to his. The gray depths glittered with pleasure and a sensual hunger that Max wanted transferred to him.

  He gulped and glanced at Gideon. A different kind of energy flowed from him—

  still sexual, still hot, masculine. His gaze skimmed between Max and Mandy, the heat in his stare no less on Max than it was on Mandy.

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  She shook her head and Max waited, expecting her to reject the offering. That was what the women in his world did. “It all looks so good.” She looked up, her eyes glowing, the need almost matching the lust he saw last night. Max grinned even as his cock got hard. It would be so easy to combine her hungers—drizzle chocolate across his dick and allow her to lick it off. Her cheeks flushed red—almost like she was imagining the same thing—and she dropped her gaze, reaching for the stick closest to her. She speared a strawberry and dipped it into the warm chocolate, swirling it around until it dripped.

  An invisible band tightened around Max’s chest as she raised the drenched fruit.

  Gideon leaned in. Max could feel the tension coming off him, knowing he watched as Mandy’s tongue flicked out and caught the trail of chocolate that dripped off the strawberry. She moaned and wrapped her lips around the fruit, sucking it in.

  She closed her eyes and ran her tongue across her lower lip, capturing the tiny drop of chocolate that had escaped. The scent of her pussy grew hot and Max’s wolf growled.

  “Oh sweet fuck,” Gideon said low and hard.

  Max nodded, unable to find his voice.

  Mandy opened her eyes and smiled at both men—at once both purely sweet and sexual. She blinked.

  “Want a taste, boys?”

  Mandy heard the words come out of her mouth and could barely believe them, or the deep husky sound from her throat. She would have blushed except for the heat in their eyes. Feminine power rose up inside her, knowing she was able to entice both men. She turned and boldly met Jackson’s stare.

  “Yes,” he growled, ignoring the fondue pot and leaning over, covering her mouth with his, driving his tongue between her lips, tasting her. She groaned as she remembered last night and the way he’d licked her pussy. He kissed her the same way now—strong, confident and sexual.

  Her pussy clenched, the memory swirling through her core, making her wet and hot. Wanting more.

  The wicked kiss when on and on until they both needed to breathe. He pulled back, licked his lips.

  “Delicious.”

  “Yes.” She felt her cheeks heat up realizing that Gideon was watching them. Of course, after the slutty dance in the kitchen, a little kiss couldn’t be all that shocking.

  She let her eyes drift toward Gideon. He swirled a marshmallow in the chocolate and offered it to her. She hesitated for just a moment.

  Gideon nodded. “Take it, Mandy.” His voice was low and smooth. Not as growl-y as Jackson’s but seductive in its own way. “I like to watch.”

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  She accepted the stick and slipped the dripping marshmallow into her mouth. She wasn’t worried about seduction, just keeping the chocolate off the table.

  Still, Jackson groaned, almost sounding like she had her lips wrapped around his cock. She glanced at him but reached out and accepted another chocolate-covered offering from Gideon. Taking her time and savoring the tastes, knowing her men watched, hungry. Her men. She liked the sound of that. Not that it would happen but it was a great fantasy.

  And she was living it out. Taking treats offered by Gideon and sometimes Jackson, though he seemed more intent on just watching, practically drooling. He licked his lips as if he could still taste her and somehow she didn’t think he was imagining the taste of her mouth.

  Heat washed through her body with each bite, the delicious flush of chocolate and sex make her pussy clench and ache. She dropped her head back and allowed a soft moan to slide from her lips. She needed to be fucked. Now.

  God, she couldn’t believe she was even thinking in those terms.

  When she opened her eyes moments later, the fondue pot along with Gideon was gone.

  Jackson watched her, his eyes doing that weird red glow
thing again. It was a little like a horror movie but the lust that poured from his stare killed any fear she might have.

  She looked at the empty space on the table then raised her eyebrows in question to Jackson.

  “Dinner’s over,” he said pushing back from the table and standing. “I’ll get Gideon’s coat.”

  He stalked out of the dining room. She slowly came to her feet, her body lazy, almost drunk from wine and chocolate and sex. Gideon walked in from the kitchen.

  And Mandy found herself alone with him for the first time since their “dance”. She couldn’t believe she’d done that—or allowed any of that to be done to her—but something about the music and the men and the beat had just released every inhibition she’d had and she’d let go. Her nipples tightened at the memory. Or maybe it was because of the heat in Gideon’s eyes.

  “Uh, he’s getting your coat.”

  Gideon chuckled, the sound more sensual than mocking. “That last strawberry pushed him over the edge.” Gideon strolled forward. Mandy swayed, her ankles wobbling in the tall shoes. He caught her elbow, holding her upright. Her head spun, a combination of the wine and the lack of oxygen in the room, she was sure. She leaned into him, taking his support as he wrapped his other arm around her back. She tipped her head back and looked into his dark eyes.

  She’d never thought of Gideon in a sexual way. He’d always been Jackson’s friend.

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  standing there, his hips pressed against hers, she could feel the distinct bulge of a hard cock pushing into her stomach. He wasn’t aggressive with it. But there was not mistaking his arousal. Was it from her? Or from Max? Or like her, was he caught up in the sex bouncing between the three of them.

  Her gaze dropped to his lips, the shallow curves giving her wicked ideas of what he could do with his mouth, on her body, on Max’s. The two of them both kneeling over Max, his cock trapped between their lips.

  She squeezed her knees together, needing something between her thighs to counter the images flowing through her head.

  Gideon tipped his head to the side.

  “So, are you going to seduce your man?”

  Gideon’s casual question dripped sex and Mandy swallowed, feeling the sounds of his voice like little caresses in her body.

  “Uh—” She’d never talked about this sort of thing with a man before. She’d rarely even discussed it with women. Particularly after an evening drenched in sex—when seduction seemed like a real possibility. Almost an imperative.

  “Want some advice?” He winked. “Go naked. He’s been dying to rip your clothes off all night.”

  Mandy blinked, not sure what to say. The picture quickly formed in her brain—her naked, kneeling, waiting for her lovers. Lover. There was just Jackson. She needed to stop thinking about Gideon and Jackson. Together. With her. What would Jackson think if he knew? They discussed it last night in theory but fantasizing about his best friend probably wouldn’t go over well.

  He placed two fingers under her chin and tipped her head up so she met his eyes again.

  “All you have to do is crook your finger and you’ll have him.” The click of the closet door closing must have caught his attention and he looked up, over her shoulder.

  “But a little jealousy wouldn’t hurt.” The hand on her back tightened and he pulled her closer, pressing from her knees to chest against him. His voice dropped in the low, sexy range that just hummed through her body. “Besides, it’s my turn to taste.”

  Before she had a chance to respond, to protest or accept, he was there, bending, his mouth on hers, his hands on her hips, adjusting their bodies so they meshed together.

  Mandy’s overwhelmed mind took a moment to catch up with her senses and she realized she was kissing him back, really kissing him back.

  She opened her mouth, silently inviting him inside, even as her mind screamed what are you doing? Jackson is going to walk in but then Gideon licked his tongue between her lips, a gentle stroke that tasted of him and chocolate, bound together by the rich wine they’d drunk. She shifted, moving into him, her arms coiling up around his neck.

  He groaned and his hands tightened, one sliding down to cup her ass, pressing her forward as he stepped closer.

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  The short blouse left her legs bare. He slipped his thigh between hers, nudging her legs apart. She squirmed, wanting him closer, wanting him pressed against her clit.

  God, what was she doing?

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  Chapter Ten

  Max stood in the doorway, Gideon’s jacket hanging from his fingers. His mind flinched for a moment, trying to decide if the picture in front of him was real or another of his fantasies, sent to torment him. He watched for a moment but the image didn’t disappear—Mandy locked in Gideon’s arms, her red panties visible as she stretched up and wrapped her arms around his neck, opening her mouth and accepting Gideon’s tongue.

  Max felt his cock twitch and the wolf inside his head growled. He tensed, waiting for the animal’s fury to threaten his control but there was nothing. The sound reverberated through his chest, ringing with hunger, desire, wanting.

  He shook his head, trying to clear it. It didn’t make any sense. He should be jealous, fuck, he should be furious. How dare Gideon kiss Mandy that way? They shifted and Gideon’s thigh slipped between her legs. Gideon would feel the heat dripping from her cunt. Again he waited for the jealousy but the wolf’s needs were purely sexual, driving Max to join them.

  He wanted to be a part of it. Wanted to press up behind her and rub his cock against her ass, bend her over and lift that white shirt out of the way and slide his dick into her tight pussy while she sucked Gideon’s cock. Or take Gideon, bend him over the kitchen table and fuck the hell out of him as a thank you for the delicious meal they’d had. His photographer’s mind shaped the picture until he could see it clearly, practically feel it.

  His foot took that first step forward, responding to the desires of his wolf and his own soul. Mandy cried out and her fingers tightened as she gripped Gideon’s shoulders. The sight of her delicate nails biting into the pale blue shirt jolted Max. What the fuck was he thinking? Not only was he not going to fuck Mandy again he sure as hell wasn’t going to encourage Gideon to have her.

  She belonged to Jackson.

  “What the hell are you doing?” he demanded, the anger directed toward himself but finding a convenient outlet with Gideon. Max didn’t look at Mandy but he sensed her confusion.

  Gideon stepped back, putting inches of space between him and Mandy. The smug bastard shrugged. “Just a kiss for the cook.”

  “That looked like more than a simple kiss.”

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  than the wine.” He kissed the back of her hand then laved his tongue across her fingertips. “Enjoy the rest of your night.”

  The snarl that grew in Max’s throat was more for the humor in Gideon’s eyes than for any true jealousy. Gideon dropped Mandy’s hand and backed away.

  “I’ll walk you out.”

  Gideon smothered a smile and led the way.

  “I’ll be right back,” Max said, glancing at Mandy. She nodded. Her chest rose and fell in long deep breaths, like she was trying to regain her control. Well, no shit. Gideon had just been munching on her like she was dessert.

  He slammed the door behind him as he stalked down the steps, hurrying to catch up with Gideon.

  “What the fuck was that?” he demanded, grabbing Gideon’s arm and spinning him around. Gideon moved easily, turning and facing him. The teasing laughter that had persisted all day was gone. The serious glint in his eyes only made Max’s irritation worse—or maybe that was from
his cock twitching inside his jeans. All evening, sitting between Mandy and Gideon, he’d been in a state of constant arousal. Either way he turned his attention, his cock and his wolf found something of interest.

  He pushed it aside and tried to focus on being pissed off.

  “What was that?” he asked again.

  “A kiss.” The cool arrogant tone pushed Max’s temper.

  “Bullshit. That was a hellava lot more than a kiss. You had your hand on her ass.

  Fuck, your tongue was in her mouth.”

  The edge of Gideon’s mouth kicked up. “Yes, it was. And quite delicious she is too.” The smirk deepened. “But you know that.”

  “Listen—”

  Gideon held up a hand and shook his head. “Don’t try to convince me this is about jealousy. You stood and watched.” He moved closer, encroaching on Max’s space. Max refused to give an inch, refused to back up. “You watched my hand on her ass, watched me rubbing my dick against that hot space between her legs.”

  The words ignited the memories—and all the sensations that came with them.

  “Yeah, you watched, and wanted to join in.” Warmth covered Max’s cock. Gideon’s hand, sliding over his erection. “Wanted to slide up behind her, just like we’d been in the kitchen.” His voice was so close, words spoken right in Max’s ear. “Ease this hard cock between her ass cheeks and ride, nice and slow.”

  Max groaned. The picture Gideon presented was so clear, so right. The wolf howled, blocking out rational thought. All Max could hear was Gideon’s voice, promising more. God, he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to stop the words.

  Max turned his head and planted his mouth on Gideon’s, stopping the verbal seduction. He felt Gideon’s smile against his lips but it disappeared moments later when Max drove his tongue into his mouth. Twin masculine groans rumbled between 96

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  them. The sound vibrated through Max’s chest and slid down to his groin. Fire and spice filled his head—delicious flavors that tempted. Without commanding his body to move, Max found his hand cupping Gideon’s head, holding him in place as he learned and explored the exotic mouth beneath his.