Boston Avant-Garde 4: Encore (16 page)

“Well, I’ve never asked her about the mechanics of it.” Suri lifted her face and shot him a cheeky grin. She’d never thought to grill Leslie on the details of sleeping with two guys. “And I suppose it seemed like a simple transition for her guys. They’d been living together and sharing women for years. This isn’t like that at all. This is—what is this anyway?”

Surprisingly, Jericho was the first to answer. “Fuck if I know. I find both of you in here three sheets to the wind, and the next thing I know, I’ve got the two sexiest people I’ve ever met sucking my cock.”

Suri wasn’t sure if she felt embarrassed or turned on by the reminder. “And you’re okay with that?”

Jericho leaned down and brushed a kiss over her forehead. “I don’t know if it’s about being all right with it anymore. It just is. It happened. It wasn’t something I expected. I sure as hell don’t know how to explain it to my family or if I even will. But now that I’ve experienced what the three of us have, I don’t want to walk away from it either.”

“And that’s why I can’t just take your money,” she whispered. “This was supposed to be a fling. I wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Taking charity would make it cheap. And it should never be that.”

“So how can we help?” Dante was so matter-of-fact. She could almost imagine him whipping out a checkbook and taking over. But that would have been wrong in so many ways.

If they were giving her money, how would she ever know why she was in the relationship? How could there be balance or equality if they were taking care of her like something they’d picked up at the animal shelter? It sounded so good—too good. But she wasn’t the kind of woman who needed a man to take care of her. She wanted to be with them because she wanted
them
, not for the security and money they could provide. She wasn’t like one of Flaherty’s bimbos.

“You already help.” Suri wished she had pretty words to describe what she felt when the three of them were together. But that wasn’t really her style. Instead, she laid her cheek against Jericho’s chest. “You make me feel safe. I trust you.”

“Princess, I have never seen anyone make Jericho melt the way you do.” Dante’s husky voice gave her chills. “That man will never be able to say no to you.”

Jericho actually looked sheepish. “Oh, and you can?”

“Do you mind if I stay here tonight?” Suri felt like the ultimate sellout asking such a thing, but she wanted one more chance to feel like she belonged to them. Once they found out she’d set up a party with Flaherty, she was going to lose everything. Her heart began to throb at the thought. How could she put all this on the line for money? These two wonderful men and a relationship that was starting to feel like home.

Ma’s more important than my getting laid.

“I told you earlier it was going to be all three of us in this bed tonight,” Dante reminded her.

Suri wished it could be all three of them in the bed forever. “At the moment, what I could really use is a shower.”

Dante shared a glance with Jericho. “Why don’t you use the shower in my bathroom, and Jericho and I will go wrap things up for the night.”

“Will the two of you be long?” Suri didn’t want to waste a moment of what little time she had left with them.

Dante leaned down and pulled her full lower lip into his mouth. He gave it a nip before he kissed her deeply. “If you fall asleep, we’ll wake you. Promise.”

Suri wondered how long she could play with matches before her hair caught fire. Figuratively speaking. There was a great big whopping portion of her brain that said she was an absolute moron for not being honest with Dante and Jericho about her financial situation. It had been so tempting to let it all tumble out. But how would she have ever been able to look at herself in the mirror after doing such a thing? Ma had raised Suri to stand on her own two feet. Mellie Robertson had always made her own way in the world. So would her daughter.

The water was warm, the soothing shower from an overhead sprayer thrumming against her skin. She sighed in pleasure, letting rivulets stream over her shoulders and back until they dribbled to the tile floor and down the drain. If only her troubles could do that. After giving her hair a final rinse, she turned the water off.

Dante’s bathroom was the most luxuriant thing she’d ever seen. The shower was a walk-in, fully tiled, with no doors or curtain. A huge spa tub was wedged into the opposite corner, looking as if it might just be big enough for three. And a vanity stretched the length of a mirrored wall.

She grabbed a bath sheet big enough to dry off an elephant and wrapped her body. Right then, she wasn’t missing her old apartment at all. Not one bit. She used her tiny bag of toiletries to shave her legs, brush her teeth, and moisturize.

There wasn’t much in the way of personal items in the bathroom. Dante’s shaving tools were laid out in an orderly row. She tried to picture the long vanity and two sinks shared by three sets of bathroom supplies. Would Dante install a third sink? The visual of the three of them lined up in front of their own personal sinks while brushing their teeth and spitting in unison made her giggle. It was probably stupid to even think about that kind of long-term arrangement. She didn’t even know where Jericho lived. Would he want to move into Dante’s suite? This whole situation was bizarre. Was there really any future in it?

Wrapping the towel more securely, she grabbed a comb from her bag. It would be easier to sit on the bed or the chaise to untangle her long hair. She was tired. A few minutes to sit and think wouldn’t be unwelcome at all.

But when she opened the bathroom door, Jericho had already returned. She felt a moment’s awkwardness. He was stark naked. Her gaze was instantly drawn to the sleek expanse of muscle that arrowed down his torso to his crotch. His cock stirred as she watched, rising until it was so promising her pussy grew slippery with anticipation.

“May I?” He held his hand out for the comb.

She handed it over, trying to shut down the debate in her brain before it began in earnest.

Jericho walked to a section of wall opposite the bed and pushed a panel inside the large framed landscape of a desert oasis. The painting slid back, revealing a glass-front fireplace. He pushed something else, and flames danced to life.

Suri held her hands out to the warmth, careful to keep the edges of her towel pinched beneath her arms. “This place is so weird. There’s almost no furniture out in the open, but there’s all kind of stuff hidden in the walls. Sometimes I can’t even tell where the doors are.”

“That’s just Dante’s style.” Jericho motioned for her to sit before the chaise, which was just far enough away to keep them from getting scorched by the heat.

He sat behind her. His fingers sank into her hair as he used the comb to help unsnarl the long strands and smooth them out. She zoned out. It was so soothing to have him touching her. Dante had been right. There was just something about Jericho’s presence that was calming.

She didn’t know how long she’d been hovering between sleep and wakefulness until someone pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. Tilting her head, she realized Dante had come back. And he was just as naked as Jericho.

“That wet towel has to go, princess.” He tugged it loose and tossed it aside.

The fire warmed her bare skin, and she was too relaxed to be shy about her nudity. She didn’t even object when Dante nudged her sideways until she was lying faceup on the plush rug.

It was utterly surreal. She was nude with two mouthwateringly sexy males on the floor in front of a fireplace. It was like a romance novel. Only, in books you never got to see exactly how amazing the heroes looked.

On his knees beside her, Dante was the bolder one. His erect cock was thick and dusky-skinned. The base nestled in a thatch of black hair. The shaft arched up and bobbed against his lower belly. His abdominal muscles were the reason someone had coined the phrase “washboard stomach.” Each rippling contour made her itch to trace her way from his navel to his neck.

Without thinking, she reached up to touch his nipple. “They’re hard.”

“Princess, everything about me is hard at the moment.”

His handsome face had become so familiar in the last few days she wondered how she’d ever thought him a stranger. Tilting her chin back a bit more, she could see Jericho lounging against the chaise cushions.

He bent one knee and propped his elbow on it. In that position, his cock took center stage. His skin was more olive than caramel, and he was taller and leaner than Dante. She longed to brush her lips over the scars decorating his body. They were part of his intense need to protect—the thing that made him so unique in a world that wanted to take more than it gave. He looked as if every square inch of him were satin-coated steel. There was a dusting of hair on his lower belly. It ended in dark curls at his groin. His cock was just a little longer than Dante’s, though not quite as thick.

The comparison made her shiver. Dante’s cock had felt exquisite inside her ass. What would it feel like to have Jericho’s inside her anal passage? Would he fuck her like that? Would he fuck Dante like that?

Her breath hitched at the thought. She couldn’t help it.

Dante reached out and cupped her cheek in his palm. “What are you thinking, princess?”

She didn’t want to embarrass them or herself, but she wanted to know how this could work. And the only way to find out was to be honest. “I was remembering what it felt like to have you take me in the ass.”

His pupils dilated, almost swallowing the brown irises. “What else?”

“I wondered what it would feel like to have Jericho fuck me there.” The words came in a rush so she couldn’t second-guess her choice to say them. The half growl, half moan Jericho let loose suggested she’d made the right decision.

Dante seemed to know instinctively that she wasn’t done. “And?”

Suri searched for and held Jericho’s gaze. “I was thinking how hot it’d make me to see Jericho’s cock in your ass too.”

JERICHO COULDN’T BREATHE. Suri’s words had lit him on fire. The idea of sinking his shaft to the hilt in her taut little asshole was heaven. Since he’d watched her body melt around Dante, he’d wanted to try it. He wanted Dante to fuck her pussy while Jericho thrust into her anal entrance. He wanted that closeness.

But how much more incredible would it be to push the plum-shaped head of his cock into Dante’s tight opening and feel his friend, his lover, welcome his penetration? Add Suri’s obvious excitement at participating in the act, and Jericho was ready to spew a load of cum onto his belly without anyone even giving him a tug.

He wished he had Suri’s courage. To be able to throw everything on the table and just say what you wanted. It was a beautiful thing. But he was still afraid. Afraid he would do something wrong, hurt Dante, or disgust Suri, or make a fool of himself in the trying. Those were inhibitions he still had trouble letting go of.

Dante touched his leg to gain his attention. Jericho refocused on the sexy man stretched out beside their female counterpart. “Would you? If I asked you to?”

So many thoughts crowded into Jericho’s mind. The memory of Dante’s lips on his cock. Of beautiful Suri welcoming them into her body, where the three of them had become so inexplicably intertwined.

“I’ll help you, Jericho.” Suri looked surprised by her offer. “Together we can make it so good for him, and for all of us.”

How could Jericho refuse? He left the chaise, lowering himself to the floor. “Kiss him, Suri. Show me how much you want him.”

Dante’s hungry kiss was punctuated by her feminine noises of pleasure. Jericho watched them. Dante’s body cupped hers as he let her control the kiss. She nipped him, tugging his lower lip with her teeth. She sucked lightly and then let it go before lifting her gaze to meet Jericho’s.

He knew what she wanted. He wanted it too—that first step. Leaning over Dante, Jericho lowered his mouth to his friend’s and let his instincts take over.

Dante tasted exotic, like the strong male essence Jericho had always sensed about him. Bolder now, Jericho pushed his tongue past Dante’s lips to explore the inside of his mouth. His smooth teeth and the warm resilience of his tongue were at odds with the passion simmering between them. Dante made a deep noise in the back of his throat, and Jericho felt his hunger flare. They struggled for a moment, both fighting to master the other, until Jericho felt Dante acquiesce. His body grew willing, muscles molding against Jericho’s contours until they were in each other’s arms.

Jericho had no idea how to proceed. He broke away and met Dante’s gaze. There was no censure, no reproach, only arousal and the need for the three of them to join. Instead of feeling adrift, he felt secure in the knowledge that the three of them were in this together. That was all they needed.

Suri touched Jericho’s arm. “Can you both get on your knees?”

He’d have never turned down Suri’s request, but when he realized her intention, it was all he could do to hang on to his load.

With his side pressed against Dante’s, she was able to take a cock in each hand. She lifted her blue gaze and took turns watching their expressions as she put both of their plum-shaped heads in her mouth.

Jericho had to hold on to Dante to keep upright. The sensation of his skin rubbing against Dante’s inside the warm cocoon of her mouth was maddening. She sucked hard, and then tried to take in as much as she could. The result was a teasing torment that damn near made him crazy.

She pulled back far enough to speak. “Jericho, can you get the lube?”

Her request tore his attention from the sight of her swallowing Dante’s shaft all the way to the back of her throat. Jericho’s stomach leaped in excitement as he fumbled to his feet.

The six steps to the bed felt like miles. He rooted in the storage compartment until he found what he was looking for. He could count the number of times he’d had anal sex on one hand. Was he insane for doing this?

I want it. Dante wants it. Suri wants it. I shouldn’t question good fortune.

Without prompting, Dante bent over when Jericho approached. Suri kept one hand on his shaft, pumping in a steady rhythm. With Dante’s knees spread open, Jericho had a tantalizing view of tight cheeks and heavy testicles.