A Firm Merger (2 page)

Emily swatted Nick’s hand away. “Hey, didn’t I let you finish your fries in peace?”

“Yeah, but yours taste so much better than mine. I think they’re crispier or something.” He stole one from her plate and stuck it to her lips. “Lick it and it’ll taste even better.”

“You can have the rest of mine,” William offered, pushing his plate across the table with a shake of his head.

Nick rubbed his hands together and winked at the other man. “Thanks, man. Glad you don’t mind sharing.”

“You know what, Nick? I think you’re enjoying this way too much. My only question is: why?” Emily narrowed her eyes at him before reaching for more ketchup.

“You think so, huh?” Nick Scott was enjoying himself. He’d learned a lot about Emily that morning, and his curiosity had got the better of him. Had he been angry to discover she’d been fucking William Drake? Definitely. The guy was uptight, a by-the-book sort who could be hard to deal with. Drake was a fine attorney though, so even if Nick didn’t always understand or like the man, he respected him.

He wanted to be dispassionate about the situation, especially since Emily didn’t like heavy emotional scenes, but watching the interaction between her and William made him question his ability to maintain an emotional distance. Why be rational about this anyway? This wasn’t one of his cases. He’d just discovered the woman he cared about, a woman he might be falling in love with, liked spending time with a man who couldn’t be more different from him.

Had William Drake been more similar in attitude and temperament, Nick thought he might have been better able to compete for her affections. But how did he compete with someone who was his polar opposite? What did Emily see in this guy? Suddenly queasy, he pushed away the last of his soggy burger, deciding that a shot of whiskey might help nurse what was left of his wounded pride. “I need another drink. Who wants a refill?”

“I could use one,” Emily mumbled.

“I wouldn’t mind another one,” William said. “Keep them coming.”

Now that everyone had eaten, Nick decided it was time to get down to basics. Everyone was much too calm and comfortable for his taste. Time to stir the pot and see what was cooking. He cleared his throat to focus their attention on him. “I want to know where I stand, whether I’ve been wasting my time all these months. What are you getting out of this--besides the obvious, I mean?”

Emily leaned back, stretching in her chair. Her small, braless breasts shifted beneath her silk blouse, leaving little to the imagination. “I thought I was getting everything a girl could want,” she stated, her face expressionless. “Turns out it might have been more than I could handle.”

“Don’t be glib,” William countered. “What about what we want?”

“What do you want from me? Do you want to get married? Have babies? Move to the suburbs?” She turned to Nick. “I know that’s what you think you want from me, but let’s be honest--that life would bore you to death. You’d be looking for an out within a year.”

Nick stared into the bottom of his shot glass. “Don’t tell me what I want, Emily.”

She threw up her hands. “Fine. Both of you have decided that I’m the bad guy in this, so I’ll accept my role. But we had fun, didn’t we?”

“It would be easier for you if that were true, wouldn’t it?” William sounded incredulous. “Silly me for thinking of ways to incorporate you into my life permanently. I’m the fool who was going to resign my position at the firm and start my own estate practice so we wouldn’t have to hide our relationship anymore.”

Nick crunched his ice, watching the conversation like it was a tennis match. “Interesting.”

Her face lost color. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“What was there to say? Whenever I broached the idea of us becoming serious, you usually changed the subject. How was I supposed to make plans for the future when you wouldn’t talk to me?”

“Sounds familiar...” Nick declared.

“When we first hooked up, we agreed there would be no strings,” Emily sputtered. “You’re the one who tried to change the rules, Nick. If I had known you’d become jealous--”

Nick grinned. “Not jealous. Just surprised. Maybe a little pissed off.”

“I’m jealous,” William confessed. “I really thought we had something good.”

“We did. I mean, we do,” she mumbled. “It’s just that I needed my work to be the most important thing in my life. If I concentrated on one man and everything a committed relationship would entail...” She wrapped a reddish-brown curl around her finger, and for the first time since she’d had her beautician whack off four inches, yearned to chew on the ends of her hair. “In the past, I didn’t know how to prioritize. The men in my life tended to come before everything else, and when they were gone, I was left to put everything back together. I decided that wasn’t going to happen again. Besides, you--both of you--know better than anyone what our workload is like. Someone not in our position wouldn’t put up with the long hours and the crushing anxiety.”

Nick and William exchanged glances. Neither mustered a rebuttal.

“I’m sorry if I hurt either of you; that certainly wasn’t my intention. I guess I’ve been wearing blinders the last few months--assuming that because you’re men you wouldn’t mind not having a committed relationship.”

“There you go again, telling us how we’re feeling, what we’re thinking,” Nick barked. “But you know what, Emily? I don’t believe you. It’s all bullshit. Everything you do is about you--about your needs, your desires, your best interests. You’re still trying to play us!”

Startled, she turned to see William’s reaction. He nodded. Nick moved forward, grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. He peered into her face until only a breath separated them. “You sit here all smug and sure of yourself while thinking you have everything all figured out. Meanwhile, me and William here are the in the dark. So let’s put our cards on the table, shall we?
What
do you want, Emily?”

He knew he might not like her answer, but whatever she said would have to be better than not knowing. When he and Drake had decided to ambush her, he’d intended to keep his cool, but Emily’s refusal to open up was even icier. She’d put on her courtroom poker face, and he didn’t know if he had what it took to tear away the mask. He gazed into her eyes searching for a clue, anything that would tell him what she was feeling. She eyed him back, nostrils flaring, teeth chattering.

Finally she struck out, slapping his chest with open palms. “You want to know what I want, Nick? Fine. I want both of you. I don’t want to have to choose. You’re my best friends and I don’t want that to change. I want everything. I’m a bad girl. I’m a greedy nympho and I want it all!”

Nick’s vision doubled, whether from Emily’s answer or the whiskey, he didn’t know. As he digested her outburst, he glanced over at William and noticed the other man unbuttoning his shirt and removing his cufflinks. “What are you doing, man?”

William stood, moving to stand between Nick and Emily. “Em says she wants everything, Nick. I think we should give the lady what she wants.”

Emily backtracked so rapidly she bumped into the table. This wasn’t happening... Right? Since when did fantasies of this sort come true, especially when you go so far out of your way to make sure they didn’t? And William being the initiator completely threw her for a loop. Had she been dating a closet freak the whole time? “This is a joke, right?”

“If so, the joke is on you because I’m serious.” William’s deadpan answer shocked her even more. “You have a lot to learn about me, Emily. You’ve been so busy trying to hide who you really are that you haven’t learned much about me at all.”

“Oh, yeah? Like what?”

“I like to watch, and I’m not talking video. It turns me on, gets me going in a way I don’t really understand.”

She studied him, thinking she could get used to this side of William very quickly. If he had made suggestions like this before, she might not have been so hesitant about the relationship.
Rrrrr.
Turning her attention to Nick, she almost laughed at his expression. All the blood had drained from his face and he looked like he didn’t know whether to join the conversation or run from the room. “What about you, blondie?” she teased. “You like to watch too?”

“I think you know the answer to that,” he said. “Mama always said that it’s better to give than receive, and unless your memory has failed you, you know I’m big on giving.”

The biggest.

Both men moved forward at the same time, synced by a sensual telepathy that took her breath away. Nick grabbed her collar, pulling her to him. “Any objections to the compromise we’re suggesting, counselor?”

Before she could respond, William was behind her, caressing her ass and unbuttoning her skirt. It slid to her feet and he bent down, steadying her as she lifted first one leg, then the other to free herself. Nick kicked the skirt behind a chair, bending to sweep his lips over her neck. William’s hands were magic, and as his caresses became more insistent, she moaned with pleasure. “No objections, Your Honor!”

Emily closed her eyes, concentrating on the pleasurable sensations, swept away into a fantasy that was finally coming true. Breathless, she leaned on Nick’s hard, tight body to steady herself as William’s nimble fingers tugged at her panties. “You’re so wet,” he whispered, slowly working the minuscule piece of lace down her legs.

“Mmmm.” Nick pressed his hand to her mons. “Let me see. Oh, yeah. You’re positively soaked.”

She vibrated all over, goose bumps rose on her flesh and her nipples hardened. Emily scolded herself inwardly. If she’d known being a bad girl--or “badder” girl, as it were--would be so much fun, she might have suggested this months ago. It never occurred to her that either of her part-time lovers would be up for something like this, much less as a sexy tag team. William backed off and returned to his chair, a big grin plastered to his face.

“Why’d you stop?” she whined. Nick was too busy unbuttoning her blouse to notice his teammate’s desertion. “Get your ass back over here, scaredy cat.”

He shook his head, leaning back for good measure. “I’m too busy watching your ass. Besides, I want to see what my competition’s working with.” He unselfconsciously rubbed the front of his pants, giving his growing erection the attention it demanded.

“Don’t worry, man. I’ll show you how it’s done.” Nick, always up for a challenge, lifted Emily into his arms as gallantly as a groom about to carry his new bride over the threshold. She squealed and wiggled in his arms, a scene she and Nick had performed a time ... or ten. Moving to the rumpled queen-size bed--damn, she’d forgotten to put out the “room service” sign--he dropped her like a ton of bricks.

“Watch it!”

“No, you watch this.” Nick pulled down his zipper.

Emily swallowed hard, her body betraying her lust beneath the gazes of the rapidly undressing men. She liked having William watch them, and for some reason, it didn’t feel intrusive. She’d never seen him look so sexy either. He leaned back, legs spread, his hand placed firmly on his erection. Watching. Waiting. “Well?” She pouted and climbed to her knees. She swayed before Nick, undulating like a cobra. “Too late to change your mind now, babe. Give it to me. And make it good, darlin’. Tonight, we have an audience.”

Nick’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, you’re gonna get it good, all right.” With one deft hand, he snatched the back of her head, guiding her to him. His other hand was busy stuffing her mouth with his thick, hard cock.

She gagged a little, trying to suck it down, but it was too large to swallow in one go. She gasped as he cupped her breast, working the rigid nipple between his long fingers, and a wave of pleasure cascaded through her. Aroused beyond anything she’d ever experienced, she reveled in the warm cream dripping down her thighs. Hopefully, William would get his kicks soon, and come over to finish her off.

Working slowly, she pulled Nick’s cock out of her mouth and spat on the tip, mixing it with the stream of slick pre-come dribbling from the head. Literally salivating, her mouth worked overtime to bathe Nick’s cock and balls. He grunted something unintelligible, rocking back and forth in a dream-like state, his eyes half-lidded, full lips parted.

“May I join the fun?” William finally asked, sounding sheepish. His long, thin penis stood ramrod straight, looking for any orifice it could find. He bent down and straddled her, fingering her from behind. “Shit, you’re ready to go, aren’t you?”

She nodded and kept sucking. Swiveling the bony ass they’d agreed didn’t exist, Emily clapped her buttocks together, a move she’d seen performed in many sleazy strip clubs. A fan favorite, every man who witnessed this colossal feat always seemed to throw more cash at the demure flower who’d executed the move to perfection. Of course, the butt clap worked a whole lot better when the performer was standing--and had a butt to ...clap. Will chuckled, delivering a stinging slap to her little moneymaker.

“Ugh.” She groaned, nearly choking on Nick, whose thrusts had deepened until he fucked her mouth like it was a pussy. Damn. As much as she adored Nick, she’d admit the mechanics of being with a man so well hung could often be perilous. No matter where he stuck his cock, there was potential danger for the receiver, especially if they weren’t fully aroused or well-lubed. She’d left her lube at home, never imagining she’d have cause to use it. Now, even as she seemed to cream buckets just from the sight and smell of her two suitors, she knew there was a possibility that walking the next day would be difficult.

Not that she was complaining. Hell no. In her varied experience, dangerous cock was usually the best. Emily shut her eyes knowing the moment had come. Pushing her head forward, she ignored her gag reflex, swallowing Nick’s cock to the balls.

“Oh. Oh, God. Oh, shit!”

“Oh, Emily,” he moaned, as his juices trickled down her throat. “Fuck, that was good.” He withdrew his semi-hard penis from her wet mouth, and leaned on an elbow while he struggled to catch his breath.

Suddenly William’s penis touched her ass, its heat creating an electric pulse in her tight belly. She collapsed, turning her face on its side, spreading her thighs as wide as she could. He thrust inside her pussy, sending a shockwave of pleasure spiraling through her, and she surrendered to the inevitable as they fused together, becoming one.