Any Given Sunday (12 page)

question?”

His answer provoked something in Lauren, something that had clearly lay

dormant, buried so deep in her psyche none of them had ever seen it. Now that Chad

was witnessing it, he knew they were right to pursue this. He suspected the next three Sundays would change his entire life, though God only knew whether it would be for

better or worse.

She took the few steps required to stand directly in front of him.

Sean had to make his own quick adjustment below the waist, the rough denim of

his jeans less forgiving than Chad’s loose trousers, and Chad grinned at the sight.

Chad looked at Sean one last time and, for the briefest moment, he was afraid his

best friend could see the naked desire in his eyes.

“Do it,” Sean urged again, and Chad responded, claiming Lauren’s soft lips.

Chad kissed her as he’d always dreamed, grasping her waist firmly to him as their

lips melted together. It was one of the most beautiful moments of his life and he

suspected he’d never forget it. As the kiss advanced, grew hungrier and hotter,

Lauren’s arm wrapped around his shoulders and he pulled her closer.

Sean’s legs went weak with the vision of his two best friends kissing and for the

first time in his life, everything snapped into place.

As they broke apart, Chad and Lauren looked only at each other for several

painfully long moments. Sean’s heart beat rapidly as he waited for them to look at him.

One glance—all he needed was one glance—and he’d know if he’d made the worst

mistake of his life…or the smartest decision ever.

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Lauren took a tiny step back and they both turned to look at him at the same time.

And Sean smiled.

“I need to go to bed,” Lauren said shakily. Sean nodded. While it was physically

painful to let her walk away, he suspected they would all be smart to take a night to consider what they were about to do.

“Good night,” Chad said.

“Night,” Lauren whispered as she walked out of the room.

Chad walked over to the couch and sat down. “What the fuck just happened?”

Sean dropped onto the recliner, feeling as shell-shocked as Chad looked. “We’re

having sex. The three of us.”

“Bit more than just sex, Sean. She wants us to master her as well.”

Sean blew out a long breath. “Yeah. I got that part, believe me.” He let his gaze

travel over to meet Chad’s. “You wanna do it, don’t you?”

Chad nodded slowly. “More than I want my next breath, but we can’t. I mean, this

isn’t something—”

“We’re doing it.”

Chad looked as if he’d been struck with a rock. “Jesus, Sean! You know, at some

point you need to stop living your life on impulse. There are too many variables, too many potential problems that you aren’t seeing. I don’t think you understand—”

Sean cut him off, tired of listening to the talk, tired of analyzing the shit out of

everything. “We’re doing it.”

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Sean stood at the kitchen counter and poured water into the coffeemaker. He

needed a jolt—or several—of caffeine if he was going to make it through the next few

minutes without fucking up. He’d tossed and turned and jacked off all night as he lay on the couch thinking about Lauren’s proposition and that damn kiss. She’d reached

into his head, pulled out all his naughtiest fantasies and was now offering them to him on a silver platter.

The youngest of seven kids, he’d spent a good portion of his life watching his

siblings fall in love, each of them finding their perfect relationship. He’d witnessed love in all forms take shape in his family and he’d certainly been impacted by what he’d

seen. Throughout, he’d found himself most influenced by Keira’s and Killian’s

relationships.

He’d spent years witnessing the silent, strong control Will exerted over his sister

and he’d watched her blossom under it. The idea of offering Lauren the same escape,

the same chance to be so much more than she realized she could be, was an exciting

thought.

Chad cursed and Sean turned to see his friend wiping a hot splatter of bacon grease

off his arm. They’d followed this same routine every Sunday for years—rising late and cooking up a big breakfast. The image of his best friend kissing his girl last night

hovered again in his mind.

The fact that Sean had always clicked most with his older brother Killian, as well as K’s best friend Justin, just proved how stupid he’d been not to consider the possibility of a ménage sooner. K and Justin lived in a threesome with Chad’s sister. While it had taken years for Chad to truly come to terms with the idea of Lily living with two men, Sean had been fascinated, enthralled, even covetous of the relationship.

Like Justin and K, he and Chad had been best friends for a lifetime. While the

opportunity to share the woman he loved with Chad was more exciting than he’d ever

imagined, he was terrified too. What would it be like to lie in bed with Lauren
and
Chad?

His cock stirred, rising at the thought, and he grinned to himself.

Guess that answers that question.

It would be hot, sexy—perfect.

“Morning, sunshine,” he heard Chad say behind him.

Sean turned to see Lauren walk into the kitchen. She was wearing the T-shirt and

silky lounge pants she always slept in. His cock completed its journey to fully awake.

Her hair was sleep-tousled, her face slightly flushed. In a word, she was beautiful.

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She gave them both a sweet smile. “You guys still talking to me?”

Sean tilted his head. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

She shrugged. “I think I may have come on a little strong last night.”

Chad pulled the bacon off the burner then leaned against the kitchen counter,

crossing his arms over his chest. “Maybe so, but does the offer still stand?”

Lauren hesitated for only the briefest of moments before nodding once.

“Good,” Sean said, walking around the island. He’d kept his hands to himself last

night. Now, all bets were off. “Take off that shirt.”

Her pink cheeks turned scarlet, but she didn’t refuse him. Her hands simply

grabbed the hem of her shirt and she pulled it over her head in one quick movement.

She wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Holy mother,” he heard Chad murmur behind him.

Sean never took his eyes off Lauren’s face. “You’re gorgeous.”

She smiled. “And you don’t mess around.”

He grinned and lifted his hand to cup one of her breasts in his palm. She gasped as

his fingers tightened on her erect nipple. “I want you.”

“Jesus Christ.” Chad’s continued muttering made him laugh.

“Are you going to keep evoking religion or are you gonna hop in here?” Sean

asked.

“Goddamn it,” Chad said, stepping closer. “I was hoping we could discuss this

first.”

Lauren shook her head. “I told you last night what I wanted. The rules haven’t

changed. Just the three of us together for the next three Sundays.” Her gaze clung to Chad’s and Sean could see how committed she was to her request. She wasn’t

hesitating, wasn’t hedging or uncertain. She wanted them.

Sean bent forward until his lips were a breath away from hers. “Three Sundays. All

of us. Together.” He kissed her, using his tongue, his teeth to drive home his words. He was intensely aware of Chad stepping closer, his friend’s hand grasping Lauren’s other breast, their fingers bumping into each other as they played with her plump flesh. She was well endowed, her breasts full and firm.

Sean released her mouth, moving away a few inches so Chad could take a turn with

her lips. He sucked in a deep breath as he watched their tongues touch. Drawn forward by some strange impulse, he leaned closer, nuzzling Lauren’s cheek, felt Chad’s breath hot on his face. The three of them were sharing the same space, the same air, and the temperature in the room seemed to rise a hundred degrees in an instant.

Lauren raised her arms, wrapping one around his neck, the other around Chad’s.

He reclaimed his grip on her breast, his knuckles brushing against Chad’s as he held on to the other one.

“Get up on the table,” Chad growled when his and Lauren’s lips parted.

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“Take your pants off first,” Sean added.

Lauren laughed lightly. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. So impatient.”

Sean’s gaze narrowed. He knew the moment she’d made her proposal the sex

between the three of them would be explosive. He’d also known she’d struggle with the control issue. He took a step back and Chad did the same.

One glance at his friend’s face proved Chad shared his concern.

Lauren seemed confused by their retreat. “What’s wrong?”

Chad crossed his arms over his chest. “I told you we needed to talk about this.

Establish ground rules.”

Suddenly Chad’s earlier hesitance took on a different meaning and Sean gave his

friend a guilty grin. Chad constantly gave him shit for diving into things without

thinking them through.

“Ground rules?” Lauren asked.

Sean chuckled, but he wasn’t really amused. “One ground rule. You do what we

say, when we say.”

His arrogant tone piqued her anger, just as he’d known it would. “Excuse me?” she

said, her voice dripping with fury.

He stepped forward and put his hand under her chin, pushing her face up. The

movement was premeditated. He was looming over her, using his height, his broad

build to prove he was more than man enough to dominate her.

Her gaze shifted to Chad. He knew she was nervous when Chad stepped forward

as well. They both had her by half a foot height-wise and at least a hundred pounds of sheer muscle.

“You agreed to submit to us. I told you this wouldn’t be a game, that there would

be no pretending, and you still said yes.”

She nodded slowly. “The problem is I want to kill you when you use that

obnoxious tone with me. Makes it sort of hard to submit.”

Sean rubbed a hand over his face, trying to hide his grin. God, he loved her. Loved

her spunkiness, her feisty nature and her honesty.

When he spoke again, his voice was softer. “Lauren, I know you’re used to being an

equal in our relationship, but you asked us to teach you about submission, which means you need to let us call the shots. Trust us to take care of you and your needs.”

She blew out a breath and nodded. “You’re right. I did ask for it. It’s just I’ve never let anyone dominate me in the bedroom. You know that. Before you, Sean, I was pretty

much always the aggressor.”

Chad laughed at her confession. “Little Dominatrix, eh? Shame you didn’t pull that

subject out of the hat. I think you’d rock a leather cat suit.”

“Maybe if you boys are good, I’ll let you see it.” Sean shook his head and Lauren

muttered, “Shit. Yeah, I’m definitely gonna suck at this.”

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Chad wasn’t discouraged. He took Lauren’s hand as he pulled out a kitchen chair.

“Sit there.”

“What about my pants?” she asked seductively as Chad gently pushed her down.

“Later.”

Sean watched Chad walk over to the pantry, pulling down an apron from the hook

on the door. “The way I see it,” Chad said as he walked toward her, “you’ve got too

much freedom right now. Maybe we should start these lessons with something easy.”

Chad grasped Lauren’s hands and pulled them behind her back, tying them

together with the apron strings.

Lauren’s nipples tightened and her breathing accelerated. Sean grinned at his

friend’s ingenuity and patience.

Sean stepped forward as Chad checked the binding.

“Bondage is easier?” Lauren asked as Chad moved to stand beside him.

Chad nodded. “Limits your freedom.”

“I can still talk,” she teased.

Sean laughed. It was their first time together and no doubt they were all equal parts nervous and excited. Lauren talked when she was anxious. “Not for long,” he

murmured.

Taking a deep breath, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. The

room was quiet and Sean tried to keep his hand steady as two sets of eyes watched his every move.

Glancing from Lauren to Chad, Sean saw his friend watching him, his face

implacable, unreadable. Lauren’s was a bit easier to decipher. She was eager, ready. He pulled his cock free, suppressing a groan of relief as the tight denim had been quickly crossing from uncomfortable to painful.

“Sean,” Lauren whispered. He took a step closer as she licked her lips.

“All you have to do is say stop, Lauren. If it’s too much or you get scared, just say stop and we will. That’s where the trust comes in.”

She nodded slowly. “What will you do if I say go, go, go?”

He wanted to laugh. She was funny, adventurous, the perfect fit. Unfortunately, his

body wasn’t supplying enough blood to his brain to allow him to remember anything

except his cock.

One more step. Just one more and he was there, directly in front of her. She opened

her mouth and took him in. He couldn’t have held back the groan that escaped his lips if his life had depended on it. He reached down and took her face in his hands. Her eyes met his and he knew he’d found paradise when she sucked the head of his cock harder,

deeper.

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From the corner of his eye, he saw Chad shift slightly so he could watch. Chad’s

hand was moving and Sean knew he’d undone his own pants and was rubbing his

erection.

Sean pulled out and took a step to the side, making room for his friend. “Suck

Chad’s cock,” he said, his voice so deep and husky, he barely recognized it as his own.