Broken Play (14 page)

“So that's where the bad attitude comes from,” Beau said. “He's the toughest son of a bitch in the NFL because he hates us all. For real.”

“That about sums it up,” she said sadly. “You have to show him it's not true. That all players aren't like that.”

“Like we showed you?” Beau asked, nuzzling her ear.

“Maybe not quite like that,” she said, with a little laugh at the tickling sensation.

“He was so angry because he thinks we're going to do the same thing to you this other guy did,” Cass said. “Right?”

“And that point goes to Cass,” she said.

“Then we'll prove him wrong,” Cass said simply. “Time is the best way to do that. Because we're going to be around for a long time.”

Beau ran his fingers through Marian's hair again. It was silky, smooth, and warm as it slid along his skin. Her story hadn't been a surprise. They'd suspected something like it all along. But it still pissed him off, that someone had treated her like that. Someone who was most likely in the NFL, it sounded like. That was what he was going to yell at Smith about. Because Smith knew who it was and he hadn't done anything. Not even when it was too late for Sedgeway to stop him. But Beau would damn well do something. He leaned over and took a deep breath, sucking the pretty smell of her hair in as if it were high-grade cocaine. He was high on her. There was no drug that could ever make him feel better than this.

Marian just sat there and let him hold her and sniff her, her head on his shoulder, her hand in his. He was rubbing her arm gently, and he could tell by the way she snuggled in to him that she liked it. That made him feel ten feet tall, that he could do that to her, make her feel good after what she'd just told them. Cass sat on the table watching them, holding her other hand, his thumb stroking her knuckles. They just sat there like that for a long time. Cass finally broke the silence.

“Beau told me today that he's been in love with me for years,” he said, as if he were discussing the weather. “Did you know?”

Beau stopped breathing. What was Cass doing? Was he trying to ruin everything? Marian wasn't ready for that yet.

“Um-hmm,” she murmured. “Sure. Everyone knows it.”

Well, that floored him. He didn't say anything, because what was he supposed to say to that?

“Damn,” Cass said quietly. He turned to Beau with that sexy “I'm sorry” grin that always got him out of trouble. “I guess I was the only one who didn't.”

“I was kind of surprised you hadn't figured it out,” Marian said, turning her face into Beau's shoulder and rubbing her nose on his shirt playfully. “Then again, our Beau likes to keep things to himself.”

“Yes,” Cass agreed with a little huff of laughter. “He does. Did you know I was in love with him?”

“Well, that only made sense, didn't it?” she answered. “After all, you refused to leave him.”

Cass was watching him closely. “I did, didn't I?” he said softly. “Proves it, I guess.”

Marian sat up a little and frowned at the two of them. “You didn't think this would change anything, did you?” she asked. “I mean, my feelings, what's going on, you know.”

“Maybe,” Beau admitted. “I don't know. This is all new to me.”

“Me, too,” she told him with a little smile. “But we'll figure it out.”

“I want to take the two of you to bed,” Cass said. “And I admit, I'm not really sure what's going to happen when we get there.”

Marian's smile lit up the room. “That sounds like a lot of fun. Let's go and find out.” She pulled out of Beau's arms and stood up between Cass's spread legs. Cass put his hands on her hips and smiled at her.

“Sounds like a plan,” Cass said, standing up.

Beau just sat there. “That's it?” he asked, frowning at them. “Just ‘Let's go to bed, tomorrow is another day'?” Inside, he was shaking like a leaf. He knew what he wanted to happen when they went to bed. He just wasn't so sure how the other two would feel about it.

“Well, I didn't say the part about tomorrow, but it sounds good,” Cass said.

“Are you comparing me to Scarlett O'Hara?” Marian asked.

Beau scrubbed his hand down his face. “Look, you both know how I feel. But this is a big step. Isn't it? Shouldn't we talk about it?”

“I'm done talking,” Cass said flatly. “Enough talk. Talking isn't going to change the way any of us feels, or what we all want, is it?”

“A man of action,” Marian said with approval. “I like that.” She turned to Beau and surprised him by slipping onto his lap. She ran her finger lightly around the edge of his ear. “Beau, darling,” she whispered into his ear. “We both want you. Come to bed and let us love you. What else matters?” Then she bit his earlobe and his big head handed off the thinking to his little head.

“Well, when you put it that way,” he said, standing up with Marian in his arms. “Let's go to bed.”

Cass was nervous which was absolutely ridiculous, but he was. He was about to have sex with his best friend and a woman, which he'd done plenty of times before. But he hadn't
had
sex with him. They were two different things entirely. And this wasn't just any woman, it was Marian. Cass already knew she was on board for pretty much anything they wanted to do with her. But how would she react when Cass and Beau touched each other as lovers for the first time? Did Beau even want to do that? Cass and Marian had kind of railroaded him back here to Marian's bedroom, and now that they were here, Cass just sort of stood there and felt like a fool. Which he did not like one bit. This was the part he was good at. He might not be good at the talking or the emo shit, but sex he was good at.
Great
at as a matter of fact, according to some pretty reliable sources.

“Me first,” Marian said, and she pulled her T-shirt up and over her head, revealing that she didn't have a bra on. Cass blew out a slow breath, trying to keep his cool. Her bedroom was small, typical apartment size. Her bed looked like it was just a queen. How were they all going to fit on that? Like a hot fucking sandwich, that's how. He rubbed his hands on his thighs nervously at the thought. Because Beau was in the middle of that sandwich and Cass wanted it so much he knew he better stop thinking about it or he'd come in his Levi's.

With one hand, Beau reached out, snagged Marian around the waist, and pulled her in to him and kissed her. The way he just grabbed her and took control was fucking hot. Marian melted against him, wrapping her long, muscular arms around his neck. Her skin looked pale and pretty up against the dark lines of his tattoo there. They looked like an angel and the devil about to get it on.

Cass popped open the buttons on his jeans before his dick busted them off. He reached down and yanked his own shirt off, then quickly stepped in behind Marian, putting his hands on her waist right over Beau's. Beau moaned at that simple touch, and Cass pressed his erection against Marian's ass, the pressure a sweet relief. He moved in closer, until his chest was plastered to her back, pushing her into Beau. Cass could smell her perfume and Beau's aftershave, and the combination was making him light-headed. He leaned over Marian's shoulder and pressed his nose to Beau's neck, inhaling. Beau froze, his mouth over Marian's.

Cass reached around and slid his hand between them, cupping Marian's breast and squeezing it. Then he licked Beau's neck. Beau sucked in a stuttering breath and Marian sighed with a little whimper. Cass turned his head just slightly, and saw she was watching him, entranced. He grinned and did it again, rubbing his dick against her as he did it.

“Oh, God,” Marian whispered. “This is going to be good.”

Cass couldn't have said it better himself. But Beau was being awfully quiet. “Beau?” he asked, his mouth poised over that delicious neck. He wanted to lick it again, the salty flavor still on his tongue tempting him. “I have always wanted to suck on this tattoo,” he confessed. “Will it show?”

“Who gives a fuck if it shows?” Beau said in a rough voice. “Do it.”

And just like that Cass had the keys to the castle. “All mine,” he whispered, squeezing Marian's breast as he licked Beau's neck again. Then he opened his mouth on Beau's neck and sucked on that hot tattoo that had haunted him for years.

Beau buried his hand in Cass's hair and held his mouth on his neck as he kissed Marian again. Cass could hear the kiss, wet and wild and rough. Marian was panting, and sexy little whimpers kept escaping. She pressed her breast into his hand and wiggled her ass against him. Cass groaned as he let go of Beau's neck. The black tattoo was shiny from his kiss, but that's all you could see. “I'm going to suck you somewhere else,” Cass promised. “Somewhere I can leave a mark.”

“You can suck my dick,” Beau said unevenly. “Mark away.”

“I'm not going to last long at this rate,” Marian confessed breathlessly. “I'm so close to coming that if I accidentally rub my legs together, game over. Do you two realize how amazingly hot you are together?”

“Is that what you like?” Cass whispered in her ear. “Watching the two of us?”

“God, yes,” she said, desperation in her voice. “But…I want you both, too. I mean, at the same time. I want to do that, too.” She squirmed and Cass stepped back to let her move. Moving off to the side, she shimmied out of her leggings. No underwear. Good thing he hadn't realized it or they would have skipped the talking, which would have been a bad boyfriend thing to do. He was learning fast.

She crawled onto the bed, her ass in the air. Beau groaned and covered his face with his hands. “You're killing me,” he said. “Both of you.”

Marian laughed and it sounded more like delight than a sexy come-on. “I don't want to kill you,” she said playfully. “I want to fuck you. Come on.”

“You have the sexiest little Southern accent,” Beau told her. He turned to Cass. “You both do. I love those accents. Even more when you talk dirty.”

“Yeah?” Cass asked with a grin. “Then I guess we're both just going to have to talk dirty all night while we fuck you.”

“Yes, please,” Beau said unsteadily, closing his eyes and swallowing hard.

Beau couldn't believe this was finally happening. Cass knew how he felt and felt the same, wanted the same things. And they'd found a woman who didn't care, who was hot and bothered at the thought of it, at watching them together. He'd pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but he didn't want to look like an idiot.

Cass walked over and slid his hands under Beau's T-shirt. Beau shivered at his touch as Cass laid his palms flat against his stomach. “You're wearing too many clothes,” Cass murmured. “I love your body. Love your copper skin with those black tats. Have I ever told you that?”

Beau shook his head, then stopped and nodded. “Yes. A minute ago. When you were sucking on them.”

Cass chuckled, and the low, sexy rumble went straight to Beau's dick, which couldn't take much more without exploding. They'd barely started, he and Cass were fully clothed, and he was about to come in his pants.

“Oh, yeah,” Cass said, as he slid his hands up and over Beau's chest, taking the shirt with him. “I guess I was sucking on you already.” Beau reached back and yanked the shirt off over his head, tossing it aside as Cass stared at his chest and then thumbed his nipples. Beau couldn't stop grinning.

“This is going to be fucking fantastic,” he murmured right before he leaned over and kissed Cass.

Cass tasted as good as he remembered from that afternoon. Better, even, because he knew he didn't have to stop. They didn't have to worry about anyone catching them. Only Marian was here to see, and he was pretty sure she wanted this as much as they did. The kiss was hard and hungry from the minute their lips touched. Beau didn't worry about that, didn't worry about being too rough or scaring Cass off or any of the shit that was usually going through his mind at this point when he was with someone. His beard was a constant reminder that this was Cass, this was a man, and it turned Beau on even more. Cass bit his bottom lip and sucked on it, and Beau groaned.

“Get undressed,” Cass ordered him, “and on the bed.”

“Why?” Beau had his hands on Cass's shoulders, and he slid them down over Cass's chest to his stomach, then he gripped the front edge of his jeans, the backs of his fingers encountering hot, smooth skin and firm abs. His breathing ratcheted up a notch and so did Cass's.

“Well, we can start standing up, I suppose,” Cass told him, tracing his lips with one finger. “But I think we'd all enjoy it better on the bed.”

“Enjoy what?” Beau said, wanting the words.

“A good, hard fuck,” Cass said. “First with Marian between us. Then you. You're going to be in the middle before the night is through.”

Beau closed his eyes and let his head fall back. “And what am I going to be doing in the middle?” he asked, hope making him dizzy.

“Fucking and getting fucked,” Cass growled. “Now get undressed. I'm so hard I've got to get inside Marian right this fucking minute.”

“Yes,” Beau hissed, pulling his hands away from Cass. “Me, too.” Beau turned to look at Marian and almost lost it. She was kneeling on the bed, one hand squeezing her breast and the other between her legs. She had the look of a woman right on the edge, with dilated eyes and a mouth open just a bit as she panted.

“Stop,” Cass told her sharply. “You're not coming without us.”

“I think I am,” she said breathlessly. “You can't leave a girl to her own devices and then put on a show like that.” She moaned and her hips jerked, and Cass leaned over and yanked her hand out from between her legs.

“You are a very bad girl,” he growled.

“Oh, Cass, please,” she begged. “I'm so close.”

Beau sat down on the edge of the bed and yanked his pants down his legs, kicking them away. He stood and shoved off his boxer briefs.

“Damn, damn, damn,” Marian chanted softly, watching him. “Where is that going?” She pointed to his dick.

“In your ass,” Cass told her bluntly. “I get pussy, he gets ass. Then later, he gets pussy and I get his ass.”

“Oh, God,” Marian said. “You're making it worse.”

“Worse?” Beau asked, a little concerned. “That doesn't sound good to you? Because that sounds really, really good to me.”

“Good to know,” Cass said, grinning at Beau over his shoulder. “That means we can skip the talky bits where I make sure you want it.”

“Want,” Beau said simply. “Want ass now. Pussy and dick later.”

Marian laughed. “Oh, God, Beau, you're wonderful.” She reached for him. “I meant you both are turning me on even more with all the dirty talk, and I'm not going to last until we can fuck.”

“You'll wait,” Cass told her in that sinfully sexy voice of his. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Or you won't get any at all and you'll just have to watch me and Beau get ours.”

“You are a cruel, mean, horrible man,” she said.

Beau climbed on the bed and met her in the middle, facing her on his knees. “Oh, no, baby. He's going to live up to every promise.” He kissed her, the taste of Cass still on his tongue, and it was the hottest thing he'd ever done, which was pretty ironic considering the shit he'd participated in.

Marian melted in his arms, pressing herself against him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and let him hold her up. He'd noticed that about her. When she gave herself to them she surrendered in every way, letting them take control. She was passionate and demanding, but at the same time she gave herself completely over to their desires. It was incredibly arousing, having a woman like Marian hand over the reins. She was so soft and delicate in his arms. But he didn't hold back. He wasn't going to treat her and Cass differently. He kissed her like he'd kissed Cass, with every ounce of lust in him, letting the fire coursing through his veins heat up their embrace until he was tongue-fucking her mouth, one hand cupping her sweet ass, the other buried in her silky hair. She opened her mouth and let him have it, own it, as she rubbed her ass on his palm.

Cass climbed on the bed behind her, rocking it, and Beau broke the kiss. He looked up at Cass and let himself enjoy the view. In the past, he'd had to resist the urge to look, for fear of giving himself away, but not tonight. Tonight he let his gaze trace those broad shoulders, with their hint of freckles, the strong muscular arms and pecs and abs. And finally, he let himself look at and lust after that big, hard dick. Jesus, it was pretty, all white and red and pulsing veins in a thatch of curly red hair. Beau wanted to stick his nose in that nest and inhale the scent of him.

“Do it,” Marian whispered, as if she could read his mind. “Anything goes here, Beau,” she whispered like the voice of temptation itself. “There are no boundaries; there's no judgment or shame. Take what you want, do what you want.”

He swallowed hard and stared at her, trying to see if she meant what she said. “I still want you,” he told her. “Don't doubt that.”

“I don't,” she said confidently. “But I don't blame you for wanting him, too.”

Cass gave him an evil grin. “Everybody wants me.”

Marian went down, her bottom on the bed as she turned her upper body to face Cass. Before he could react, she'd taken his cock in her hand and licked it. Cass jerked, and then laughed. Beau didn't hesitate then. He leaned over and stuck his nose in Cass's curls, pressed right up against the root of his dick. Cass smelled like shower soap and laundry detergent and sweat. It was a pretty heady combination. Cass put his hand on Beau's head, just rested it there, as if he had to touch him. Beau turned his head to the right and pressed his mouth to Cass's cock. His heart was pounding so hard he couldn't hear anything else. He had his mouth on a man's dick. Cass's dick.

“Taste it,” Marian whispered in his ear.

He did. He opened his mouth and let the tip of his tongue glide along a small length of warm soft skin over a hard core.

“Beau,” Cass said, his voice rough. “I'm sorry, man. We'll have to do that later. If you even touch the head I'm going to come all over you. And I'd really like to fuck Marian with you first.”

As soon as Cass stopped Beau they were done with foreplay. It didn't take long for the two men to arrange Marian just the way they wanted her. She was lying on top of Cass, Beau behind her. She lowered her arms, pressing harder against Cass's chest with her breasts. His cock was pressed against her stomach, waiting, wet with wanting her. Beau slid a finger into her ass and she gasped. It was slick with lube, but big and rough and uncomfortable.

“You've never done this, have you?” Cass asked, brushing her hair off her face with his palm. She shook her head. “Don't worry. In a few minutes that will feel amazing.”

“How do you know?” she asked.

Cass laughed, the rumble passing from his chest to hers and racing down her body. Was there anything more intimate than being pressed naked against someone as his laughter caressed you? She didn't think so.

“Well, it's true I've never had anyone else do it to me,” he told her, kissing her forehead. “But believe it or not I've done it to myself.”

That made Beau freeze behind her. “What?” he asked.

Cass shrugged, not meeting anyone's eyes. “I wanted to know what it felt like. You've never done that? Come on, both of you confess.” He looked at Marian then. “With what you've always wanted, I can't believe you've never tried it.”

She blushed. “All right. I have. A dildo. But never a real man.”

“Oh, he's a real man, all right,” Cass said, his tone dripping with innuendo. “And Beau?”

Marian peeked over her shoulder. She could see a blush tingeing Beau's cheeks. He nodded. “Dildo. Like Marian.”

Cass laughed, a big booming laugh. “We are all kinky bastards. I like it.” He reached both hands down and spread Marian's cheeks. “Enjoy it, sugar. It's going to feel so much better than plastic.”

He was right, it did. Already she felt the sting fading, and pleasure take its place. Beau pumped his finger gently, going deeper each time, and before long her hips were moving with him. “More,” Cass told him. He kissed Marian's jaw and then her shoulder. As she felt Beau slide another finger in, Cass licked her collarbone. She moaned.

“Good?” Beau whispered from behind her.

“Great,” she said, gritting her teeth a little at the extra fullness. It didn't hurt that much, it was just more, like Cass said. “But the two of you, like this, it's amazing. It's everything I dreamed it would be. You aren't afraid to give me what I want.”

“We want it, too,” Cass told her softly. “It's what we like. How we like it. You're going to love it, Marian. Trust me. Two dicks fucking you, you'll be so full, your orgasm will be so powerful. And I love the way I can feel Beau's dick inside a woman, rubbing against me.”

“Yes,” she said, knowing she should be upset at talk of another woman at a time like this. But she wasn't. She was so aroused she could hardly form a coherent thought. “That's what I want.”

“Now,” Cass said. “Right fucking now.”

Then Beau was there, not his fingers anymore, but his cock, and Marian took a deep breath and blew it out as he pushed inside. Cass kissed her then, held both her cheeks in his hands and kissed her tenderly, slowly, savoring her, and she was lost in the maelstrom of sensations and emotions bombarding her.

When Beau was inside as deep as he could go, he stopped. Marian whimpered. She needed more, so badly. She ached for more, hated that he'd stopped moving. Then he pulled on her hips, raising them slightly, and it pressed him deeper, at a different angle, and she gave a little cry of pleasure, overwhelmed.

“I'm going to fuck you now, Marian,” Cass whispered in her ear, his weight resting on his elbows. “All right? Say yes, sugar. Tell me you want me, too.”

“Yes,” she managed to say. “Please.”

Cass slid into her pussy, so smooth and sleek and hard. She was so wet there was no resistance at all.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, with obvious enjoyment. “So fucking hot and wet. Damn. Just damn. I want to fuck you hard, but I won't. You're a little too new to this.”

Marian ran her hands through his hair and kissed him wildly, feeling very out of control. She loved it, loved what they were doing and how it made her feel. “Hard,” she whispered against Cass's luscious mouth. “I want hard. Please.”

There were no more words as both men began to move. It took a moment for Marian to register they were moving in counterpoint to one another, just as they had in the video. One moving into her as one pulled out. She was so relaxed she felt like a rag doll in their arms as they used her, as they filled her and gave her what she'd been longing for. “It's so good,” she whispered, the sting of tears in her eyes. “Perfect.” Beau gently leaned her over Cass as Cass lay back down on the bed. Beau's big hands were on her hips, guiding her, as Cass cupped both her breasts and squeezed. She liked that, liked them to play rough with her breasts. She hadn't had to tell them that, they knew. At that moment she felt like they knew her right down to her soul.

Cass slammed into her a bit roughly and she cried out and whimpered. Then Beau did the same. In just a few strokes she was coming apart, coming so hard she saw stars, her whole body trembling and shaking as she cried out and begged. The words just came, without thought.

Then Beau shouted her name and she felt his cock jerk in her ass as he came. It set off a new series of pleasurable pulses in her pussy, and then Cass came, ramming home inside her and staying deep as he shuddered under her. She'd never felt so wonderful, aching and satisfied and complete.