COME WHEN CALLED #7, The Sunrise (Billionaire & Biker MMF Menage Romance Serial) (5 page)

Charley’s oversized biceps bunched as he pushed his fingers into Ford, twisting his hand, trying to loosen his best friend’s ass so he could bury his huge cock in the man. “Remember fucking me, Ford?” Charley asked, his voice gravelly with desire. “Remember what it felt like to pump your hot cum into my ass?”

Ford paused in licking Evie long enough to choke out the words. “Yes—God I loved fucking you.”

Evie made a noise of desperate excitement at the words—thoughts of her two insanely hot men sucking and fucking each other sending her over the edge the second Ford’s tongue caressed her clit again. She cried out, pulling Ford’s hair as she held him against her, making him continue to lick her until she’d rode out every wave of the orgasm.

“There you go, Ford. Now I wanna come. Stand up.” Charley pulled his fingers out and Ford stood with a sigh of relief. “Enter Evie again. I want the three of us to make love together. We can fuck each other separately all we want, but the three of us together will always be making love. It feels so goddamned right, doesn’t it?”

Ford held Evie’s eyes as he positioned his cock and shoved into her wet pussy again, shutting his eyes briefly for what looked like a private moment of bliss at the feeling of burying himself in her.

This time Charley slathered lubricant on his erection, working quickly, as if he was afraid the moment might pass. He centered himself behind his best friend, and both Evie and Ford’s eyes were pinned to the side wall reflection as Charley scooped one hand around Ford’s hip and positioned his cock at his best friend’s asshole with his other. Charley’s gorgeously defined butt muscles clenched as he pushed toward Ford and the fulfillment of the fantasy Evie knew he’d had for years.

Ford screwed his eyes closed in what looked like intense concentration and Evie kissed him. She kissed his mouth and cheeks and eyelids, and Ford, distracted with his focus on Charley, let her lavish affection on him without response. “Let him in, Ford,” she whispered. “Let Charley make love to you. Let
us
make love to you.”

“I want to,” Ford’s voice was tight as he spoke through gritted teeth.

“Let me in,” Charley urged.

And then Charley made a noise of satisfaction and Ford grunted. “How far are you in?” Ford asked, his voice breathy with excitement and pain.

“Just the tip,” Charley answered. “But it’s enough.” He leaned forward, sucking at Ford’s neck. “If that’s all you can take, man, it’s enough. I’m so fucking hot for your ass that you let me squeeze the head of my cock in and out of your tight hole a few times and I’ll fucking empty in you. Then I’ll turn you around and suck you off while my cum leaks out of your ass.”

Ford choked on a breath at Charley’s filthy words and Evie’s core clenched, nearly spasming in another climax at the raw, dirty talk.

“It’s not enough.” Ford shook his head, his coherence suffering from the intensity of the situation. “I want to give you what you really want, even if it hurts. Not just part of me, but all of me.”

Evie felt Ford tense as he tried to push back onto Charley and failed. She watched his face go from determined to pained to defeated. His brow furrowed and Evie touched his forehead, murmuring to him. “No, no. Don’t force it. It won’t work. This isn’t something you can will into making happen. You just have to surrender yourself to his cock. Decide to let the man have you. Let him have anything he wants. Give yourself to him completely. It’s the only way.”

Ford’s eyes opened and his jewel-green eyes held hers. “He can have me,” Ford said, as if trying to do what Evie had suggested. “He can have my ass.” His voice trembled and she felt his body relax. “You can both have me,” he whispered, and he shut his eyes and pushed back toward Charley, grunting a sound very similar to the incredible manly sound he made when he came, and Evie watched, wide-eyed, in the reflection as he sank inch-by-inch onto Charley’s rigid cock.

“Goddamn,” Charley marveled, as he watched his dream unfold before his startled eyes. “Goddamn,” he repeated, his gaze pinned to Ford’s ass.

Evie reached down between her and Ford and touched herself, almost ready to explode again at the X-rated love-making happening in front of her. Ford was too distracted by his ass being filled with Charley’s cock to rock against her, and she wanted to orgasm with them, when they did. It felt like the perfect thing to do when the three of them made love.

“Finish in me, Charley,” Ford whispered tightly. “I can’t hold out with you in there. I’m gonna come.”

Charley pulled back slowly, gently, only about halfway before thrusting again, pushing Ford into Evie, mashing her fingers against her clit and shifting her to another plane of excitement. She watched him in the mirror, seeing the tenderness in Charley’s entire, massive frame, his concern for the man who’d finally let him inside.

“God, I’m almost there, Ford. I just want to savor this.” He pulled back again, a little further this time and thrust forward harder, this time wrapping his arms around Ford’s chest and pinning Ford back against him while he held himself still as deep as he could go inside him for a heartbeat. “So tight,” he whispered. “So hot. So good wrapped around me. I’ve always wanted to be inside you.”

“Charley, I can’t wait.” Ford’s voice was anguished. “I want to feel you come in my ass.”

Charley released him, pushing him against Evie. Ford kissed her, wrapping his arms around her in an embrace that said he needed her, and reached between them, shoving her hand out of the way to replace it with his. “I can take care of you too,” he murmured.

Evie dropped her head back, watching Charley piston himself fully into Ford, crushing the man to her rhythmically, and jostling her on Ford’s cock. Charley’s skin smacked against Ford’s ass and echoed around the small room.

Watching Ford get absolutely fucked by Charley pushed every button Evie had and sent her pleasure reeling. Ford seemed to have passed the point of no return when he locked eyes with her, whispering, “Come for me now, pet.”

She did as she was told.

Charley dropped his head onto Ford’s shoulder, curling his back toward Ford and pushing himself as deeply as he could one last time into the other man before he cried out. “I’m coming,” Charley choked. “I’m coming your ass. Oh god, Ford!”

In spite of the look of concentration on Ford’s face that Evie knew came from trying to delay his release, the sensation of Evie’s pussy clenching around his cock and Charley emptying cum into his ass in small, quick thrusts were more than enough to overcome the billionaire’s control, and he grunted that noise that gave Evie chills as he released, gripping Evie’s head between his hands as he claimed her lips with his during his own orgasm, making erotic noises of pleasure into her mouth.

“I can feel you coming,” Charley breathed, seeming barely able to talk as he finished his last in Ford.

When Ford pulled back from the kiss, there was a moment of stunned silence as the three of them held their embrace. Evie tried to memorize their reflection, noting how perfectly they seemed to fit together in this complex and naughty way. She couldn’t believe Ford had done it.

“Thank you, Ford.” Charley nearly sobbed, kissing the man’s neck. “For letting us make love to you. For showing us you can believe.”

Slowly, they detangled, Charley grabbing Ford’s discarded towel to help them clean up the worst of it until Ford suggested they simply step into his gigantic shower. They took their time, soaping each other, laughing, embracing, and kissing—all three of them, the way it should be—until they emerged, cleaner, and with a better idea of how happy they could make one another.

CHAPTER TWO

EVIE WOKE EARLY, the sun still hours from rising, and her mind went immediately to the day before. She, Ford and Charley had spent the rest of the afternoon and evening just being together.

They’d eaten, watched movies, laughed, snuggled and had no more discussions of John, relationships or the insanely hot thing Ford had let Charley do to him. It was as if the encounter in the bathroom had physically and mentally exhausted them all, and they’d gone to bed early. Ford had suggested they all stay in his room, and this time, Evie had happily complied.

She shifted her body, feeling safe and comfortable between the two men. Ford’s arm was draped over Evie, and he’d held her while they slept. It was an amazing feeling, having Ford Hawthorne wrapped against her all night. Smiling to herself, Evie remembered what Ford had told her about never before having shared his bed with a woman, and here he was spooning her all the way to her ankles, as if he didn’t want any part of him not touching her as they slept. Maybe he really was opening himself to the idea of change, the idea of love.

Charley was on her other side, sleeping much more expansively than Ford. He was on his back, one arm under his head and the other thrown over the side of the bed. His hard-muscled leg was hooked over Evie’s and Ford’s from his knee down, and Evie was snuggled against his chest, one hand resting on the top middle of his abs, right where that trail of hair started in a delicious path from his pectorals to his cock.

Being between the two men reminded Evie of when they’d both been inside her, filling her, loving her, finding release in her. She wondered if she could get that on the agenda for the day. She’d love a repeat. In fact she’d love a repeat of most everything they’d done. Thank god they had a year together.

A year.

A cloud settled over her. How could Ford put a time limit on their relationship? How could he not want this to go on and on forever, as she and Charley did?

She moved her fingers, toying with the hair on Charley’s chest. She didn’t know what was more insane—the idea of the three of them trying to make a go of it, or the idea of the three of them not. But then her mind touched on the bullet-hole in Ford’s car, and a sick feeling twisted her gut.

She was in love with Ford and Charley. She was never more sure of that than that moment, and though she tried not to think about it, Ford’s request that she be strong enough to leave them kept resurfacing in her head like a drowning swimmer coming up for air.

It would just figure that she’d finally fall in love and she’d have to leave. It looked as if John had found a way to get revenge on her without even realizing how deeply he would hurt her. She’d never recover from this. Never stop loving Ford and Charley and wanting this amazingly special thing they had back.

But none of that mattered. Ford had come five inches from getting shot the day before, and it was because of her—she knew it. She couldn’t let him or Charley bear the risk she’d brought with her. If she left, John would leave them alone.

Maybe she could get a job somewhere, even if it was outside of the legal profession, and then get a loan from a bank to pay John back. Maybe then she could come back.

But would they want her? After everything that had changed, would Charley and Ford’s relationship even survive after she left? She hoped so. If anything, she wanted them to have a happily ever after.

Charley stirred under the touch of her fingers, and reached up to cover her hand in his, squeezing hers three times with his private message.

“I love you too,” she whispered back, wanting to say it out loud for the remaining time she had left to say it to him.

Ford squeezed his arms around her. “I love you both,” he said, his voice gravelly with sleep.

Charley’s hand squeezed reflexively around hers and her eyes flew open to the dim light of the moon seeping through the windows. She and Charley froze and she knew he was straining his ears just as she was straining hers, to ensure they hadn’t imagined it, or maybe, to hear it again. Charley’s heart pounded under her palm.

Her own heart had become a ping-pong ball in her chest. Shock punched through her. She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again, afraid to say anything. Afraid that if she spoke or reacted in any way that Ford might take it back—deny it. Claim he’d just been talking in his sleep.

Evie stayed quiet. Neither she nor Charley spoke. They just let those words hang in the air like wisps of smoke. Like if they breathed, the words might dissipate and be gone forever. In her mind, Evie replayed them again and again, and each time they sounded just as good as the first time.

Ford loved them.

Was it possible? Was he even capable of it? Did he realize what he’d just said?

But he’d said it so easily, so simply, as if he’d said it to them a hundred times—as if it had always been true. She bent her head and kissed Ford’s arm, and he hugged her tighter, pressing his semi-hard cock against her bottom, giving her a small thrill. But she soon heard the deep, rhythmic sounds of his breathing and knew he’d fallen back asleep.

Finally, she fell back asleep too.

Ford loved them…

*****

As soon as Evie opened her eyes again, this time to the morning sun, she remembered Ford’s sleepy declaration. Happiness flooded through her and she smiled and stretched like a cat.

She was naked and happy. It was a new day in a new world—a world where Ford loved them.

He wasn’t snuggled against her anymore, and she rolled over to find him, hoping they could wake Charley together and the three of them could make love again. But she found Ford awake, sitting with his back to her on the end of the bed, his head down and his shoulders curved into himself. It must have awoken her when he’d moved to sit up.

She opened her mouth to say good morning, but stopped. There was something about his posture. Something about the tightness across his shoulders. She could read body language like an expert, and Ford was not happy.

She realized Charley wasn’t in the bed. “Ford?” Her voice was hesitant. “Where’s Charley?”

He turned his head halfway, treating her to his handsome profile, but didn’t look at her when he answered. “He went to get pastries.” Ford held up a note he had crumpled in his hand. “He left a note that he was getting food so we could spend the day in bed together, celebrating.” Ford’s tone was flat. Evie’s skin prickled. Something was very wrong.

“That sounds nice,” she ventured.

“He signed it, ‘love you both’.” Ford balled up the paper and whipped it into the corner of the room.

Evie stopped breathing. Slowly, she reached out to touch his shoulder, but as soon as her hand made contact with his skin, he flinched away from her and stood. Alarm bells, all too familiar, went off in Evie’s head.

“Ford?” she asked hesitantly.

“We’re not spending the day in my bed. I don’t want either of you in my bed. This is my private space.” His voice did not sound loving. This was not the Ford she thought she’d wake up to on what she thought was a glorious morning.

“Okay. Fine,” Evie said, a hint of annoyance showing through in her voice. He’d invited them into his bed last night.

Turning to face her, arms folded tightly in front of him, Ford’s tone turned accusatory. “Charley and I have been friends for years, and everything was perfect. Now Charley’s confused. This is your doing. He would never push things like this on his own.”

Evie sat up and scooted her back against the headboard. Uneasiness gripped her, and she hugged the pillow against her body, covering herself. “Everything wasn’t perfect before, Ford. Charley was in love with you, and you were lonely. Now things are changing for the better.”

Ford paced to the window, arms crossed in on himself. “I should have known better than to try this arrangement. Everything was fine before, and now everything is a mess.”

Shit.

Ford was freaking out. Evie had been afraid he might, given how far they’d pushed him out of his comfort zone the day before. Clearly, they’d pushed him too far, too fast.

He spoke with his back to her. “You’ll have to explain it to him when he gets back.” Ford looked at his feet, keeping his arms crossed tightly. “Explain there won’t be a repeat of yesterday and he’s not to say he loves you or me, not in front of me, anyway. That’s not what this arrangement is about.”

“Ford, that will break his heart!” She felt sick, picturing Charley’s eyes when she told him. She couldn’t do that to him.

“You have yourself to blame for that.”

She ignored his ludicrous statement. “So he loves you. What’s the big deal? There are worse things in the world than having a man like Charley love you. Don’t say it back if you don’t want to, but don’t tell him he can’t feel it.” Now her words were loud with her growing anger.

Ford turned his head to her, his face grim. “It’s more than that. Yesterday was a mistake,” he stated flatly. “This is all a mistake.” His tone was cold as ice.

“You were
happy
yesterday. I saw it. Charley and I both saw it.”

He turned back to the window, uncrossing his arms and resting his forearm against the window molding. He clenched his fist and struck the wood hard, making her jump, but after a moment of silence, his shoulders fell as he dropped his head. He looked exhausted.

Finally, he spoke without looking at her, his voice soft and deadly serious. “It won’t work this way. Can’t you see that?” She saw his back expand and his shoulders rise as he took a deep breath and turned around, his jaw set hard. His eyes flashed anger. “Don’t you understand that you’re ruining things? We can’t make it work like this!” Ford gestured across the bed, sheets mussed from their group-sleep, but Evie knew he meant the three of them, together, in a relationship.

“Ford, c’mon,” Evie tried. “I know this is hard for you, but last night you said you—”

“I know what I said!” Ford thundered. Evie flinched as if he’d struck her. Then he seemed to catch himself and started again in a controlled calm that was no less scary. “I know what I said. I was half-asleep. It was another mistake.”

“Well, I won’t tell Charley your love for us is a mistake,” she whispered, her voice tremulous.

“Fine.” He stalked back to the bed and met her bright eyes with his cold ones. “You don’t want to talk to Charley? You want to stay and see where things go? Fine. On one condition. That you do your
fucking
job.”

Ford shook his head and looked at the floor, not her, to speak his next words. “Just do the job, Evie. It’s a simple job, really. Fuck me and do what you’re told.”

“Jesus, Ford,” Evie whispered, but Ford ignored her.

This time he looked her in the eye as he stabbed her again with his short summary of all that he wanted from her. “Fuck me and do what you’re told!”

His words hurt exactly how he’d intended.

Evie’s eyes stung with tears, her stomach tight with hurt and anxiety. She’d been so close to happiness, and she wasn’t ready to give up that ending, no matter how unlikely. She’d been prepared to leave last night, for all their goods, but then he’d said he loved them, and it changed everything.

Now she didn’t want to go. Now she was ready to brave anything for the chance they could be happy together.

“You don’t love us?” she asked as she hugged herself, her voice small.

He turned away to go back to the window. He didn’t answer her question. “Evie, you understand you are not here to be my girlfriend or my wife? Or Charley’s either. Did I not make that clear?”

He turned back to her, arms still folded in front of him. He looked so striking standing there next to the window, the morning sun streaming through the glass, highlighting the masculine lines of his nearly naked, perfect body.

Those thoughts made her ache.

He continued with his punishment of her, “You are here for me to fuck, not to love. Are you somehow unclear about that? I only want to use your body. I don’t want anything else from you. I don’t
need
anything else from you, Evie.”

She cringed from his words as they stung her. Fat tears she frantically wished would disappear broke free and rolled down her cheeks, oblivious to her willing them away.