Friends With Benefits (20 page)

Tyler liked the sound of that. Discretion seemed to be the top priority, even among friends.

“See if you can set something soon,” he said. “I don’t want to let Angie or Connor sit around for too long.”

“How about I call him right now?” Scott pulled out his cell phone and hit a number from his contact list.

Tyler’s gaze roved the bar while they waited for the call to be answered. The lunch crowd had come in, filling many of the empty tables, but their waitress continued to chat up the table of guys. His attention swung back to Scott when he realized his friend had connected with the club’s owner.

“Hey, Gabe. It’s Scott.” Pause. “Not bad, you?” A longer pause. Scott chuckled at something the other man said. “Yeah, I know what you mean. It was certainly a first for us.” He laughed again. “Hey, the reason I’m calling, I have a friend who wants to meet with you.” Pause. “Yeah, there’s him, his wife, and a male friend. They want to check things out.” Another long moment while the other guy spoke. Tyler guessed the man needed to consult his calendar or was giving Scott instructions. With the higher noise level in the bar, he couldn’t hear the other man’s voice through the phone. “Perfect. Thanks man. I’ll let him know. You won’t be disappointed.” Scott raised his head and snagged Tyler’s gaze. “They’re good people.” Tyler let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Sounds great. See you Saturday.” Scott said good-bye and disconnected.

“It’s all set. The three of you can meet Gabe this Wednesday at five. He’ll talk with you and then take you on a tour of the establishment. If you like what you see, you can visit on Saturday night.”

“Will you and Tammy be there?”

“Most definitely. I should warn you, Tyler. You may see things that will surprise you.”

“Like what?”

“Gabe will take you through it. I don’t want to ruin the surprise.” He downed the rest of his beer, then called out to a passing waitress. “Excuse me. Do you have a pen I could borrow, please?”

“Sure.” The young woman removed one from her waist pouch and held it out to him. “Just leave it on the table and I’ll pick it up later.”

“Thank you.” Scott grabbed a clean napkin from the rack at the end of the table and wrote something on the paper before sliding it over. “Here’s the address where you’ll meet Gabe. You can park out front for the meeting and go in the main front entrance. Be there at five sharp. Gabe will be waiting for you. When you visit the club itself, you’ll actually go around to the side entrance. There’s parking back there too, but it’s not visible from the street. Gabe doesn’t like to advertise.”

“Anything I should know or be prepared for?”

“Just bring Connor and Angela with you. Be honest with him, and be open-minded. If you appear judgmental in any way, you won’t get past his office. He’s a decent guy, Tyler. Gabe and his brothers run a clean, sophisticated club. He’s well respected, and he earned it. I think you’ll like him. He’ll tell you everything else you need to know.”

“Thanks, Scott. I appreciate this.”

“No problem. Let me know how it goes.”

“Will do.”

They shook hands. After his friend walked away, Tyler finished his beer, then dropped his gaze to the napkin Scott left on the table. He picked it up, folded it into a smaller square, and tucked it into his back pocket.

Would Connor and Angela be up for this? God, he hoped so.

Chapter Nineteen

Angela couldn’t remember the last time it had rained this hard. After weeks of extreme heat with not a drop of precipitation, the deluge falling now would rejuvenate the dried and yellowed lawns. Although, at this rate, the storm sewers had no chance of keeping up. Every time it seemed to ease, the gods unleashed yet another tumbler full—a rather large tumbler.

The drainage ditches surrounding the property were near to overflowing. Tyler would need to backwash the extra water from the pool. At least she wouldn’t need to water the gardens for the next couple of days.

Angela puttered in the kitchen while the guys watched a ball game. With this weather, Connor couldn’t do much at the job site, so she’d decided to play hooky from work today too. After his return a few days ago, she’d kept some distance between them, but guilt gnawed at her stomach. The few short days he’d stayed away had made her realize the depth of her feelings for him. It had come out of nowhere. She loved him. Not like she loved Tyler. Tyler was her husband. Her rock. She would die for Tyler.

But she loved Connor too. She didn’t want him to go. The idea of not being with him sucked the air from the room. How could she explain it to her husband? What would he think? He’d brought his best friend into their home with the hope of fulfilling her fantasies, and here she’d gone and fallen in love with the guy.

Cheers erupted from the other room. Hoping for a chance to mend the rift, Angela assembled a tray of veggies and dip for herself, and nachos and salsa for them. Grabbing three beers from the fridge, she crossed the kitchen and walked into the family room to join them.

Seeing her coming, Connor jumped up. “Here, let me take that for you.”

“Thanks.” She smiled at him and settled between them on the sofa and handed around the beers. “How’s the game?”

“Boring,” Tyler said. He tipped the ice-cold beer to his lips. Angela swallowed a moan as she watched his throat move up and down as he drained half the bottle in a single swig. “Bottom of the fifth and the score’s five nothing. They’re walking all over them. It’s too easy.”

“Why don’t you watch something else then?”

“Not much else on.” He turned to her, his grin wide, his eyes lit up like sparklers. “We could watch porn. It’s on all day if you know the right channels.”

“I take it you know the right channels. Is this what you do when I’m not around?” She laughed.

“When you’re around, baby, we don’t need porn.”

She turned her head, looking for help from Connor, who stuck his beer between his rock solid thighs and put his hands in the air, surrendering. “He’s your husband.”

“He’s your friend.”

Connor reached for the bottle and winked. “In this case, he is correct. We don’t need to resort to porn when you’re around. Ow. That hurt.”

He grabbed her wrist before she could pinch his leg a second time. By this point they were all laughing. Tyler trapped her in a bear hug, yanking her against this chest. Connor relieved her of her beverage and captured her legs. Angela soon found herself prone on the sofa, her head in her husband’s lap, her legs draped over Connor’s.

“There, much better.” Tyler stroked her hair with one hand, while his other squeezed one breast. He pinched her nipple through her T-shirt.

Outside, thunder rumbled and the sound of driving rain beat against the windows. The game continued to play, almost unnoticed in the background. The lights flickered.

Tyler concentrated on her other breast, manipulating it with a gentle touch, before tweaking that nub until it stood tall and rigid like its partner.

Angela glanced down her body to watch while Connor stroked his fingers up and down her inner thigh, stopping here and there to create slow swirling patterns, inching nearer to her pussy. She shivered. Anticipation propelled her hips up each time he grew close, urging him to hurry. God, she wanted to feel his callused fingers there, feel them slip through the moisture trickling out to coat her panties. A moan climbed her throat and fell from her lips.

“Do you want Connor to fuck you, honey?”

Angela opened her eyes. She couldn’t remember having closed them. She tilted her head back and glanced up at her husband. The hunger in his eyes must have mirrored hers.

His stomach rippled against the side of her cheek as he chuckled, the husky quality convincing her he’d like, very much, for that to happen. His hard cock strained against his jeans, nudging the back of her head.

Angela swiped her tongue over her suddenly dry lips. She nodded. His index finger trailed down her cheek, the touch feather light. She leaned into it. He paused for a moment before continuing the trek, moving down her side, over her belly, straight to her mound. He flexed his long fingers and cupped her, pressing his palm flat against her sex.

She swallowed. “Please.”

Both men smiled, twin looks of smug satisfaction on their faces.

“See?” he said. “Told you we don’t need porn when you’re around. And, just think, we’ve only just begun.”

Tyler pressed, shifting his hand back and forth. She couldn’t suppress the rough groan that rumbled over her lips.

“Help me undress her.”

Tyler helped her up so Connor could remove her shirt and bra.

“You guys too,” Angela demanded. No way would she be the only naked person in the room.

Tyler lifted his hips and wriggled out of his jeans. He raised his arms and stripped off his shirt. She lay back, and Connor hauled her shorts and panties down her legs. He removed his own clothes, withdrawing a condom from his pocket before tossing everything on top of Tyler’s pile on the floor.

“Here, spread your legs,” Connor said. “Better yet, place one on the floor, and the other along the back of the sofa behind my head.”

Tyler helped her into the new position, then paused, his eyes smoldering, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

The air around them stilled. Rain drops tapped against the glass. Thunder rumbled in the distance.

Connor reached a finger out to stroke the crease between her thigh and her pussy. She shivered. She could smell her arousal.

“Damn, that’s sexy.” Connor ran his finger down her slit, pushing the tip inside, pumping, using shallow thrusts. “You’re wet, and so fucking hot it sears me, Angela.”

He withdrew his finger and brought it to his lips. He sucked the digit clean.

“That’s
fucking hot.” Tyler leaned over, slid his palm down the valley between her breasts, down her belly and dipped his own finger into her. Then he pulled it out and took a taste. “Oh, yeah. Sweetheart, I can’t wait to get between your thighs.

* * *

“Me first.”

Connor shifted, sliding to the floor to kneel beside Angela. He lifted her leg, resting it over his shoulder in a more comfortable position for her, wedging himself between her legs. He framed her pussy, using his thumbs to spread her wide open. The flesh, super soft, red and glistening, begged for his kiss.

He dragged his tongue from her hole to her clit and back. He pressed the tip inside, stirred it through her juices, and then moved back up to lick her clit. The hard nib, small but firm, swelled under his assault. He loved the way she tasted, the way she felt, the way she smelled. He closed his eyes and inhaled.

Connor pushed his finger inside again, pumped a few times, then added another. The whole time he lapped at her like a cat with cream. And cream she did. It flowed around his fingers. He loved how she responded to both him and Tyler. The woman was made for both of them.

Of course that couldn’t be further from the truth. She was Tyler’s wife, and Ty was his best friend. He needed to stop this…whatever it was that kept trying to compel him to feel something more. Damn it. He couldn’t fall in love with this woman.

“Connor?”

He stopped, raised his eyes to meet Tyler’s.

Concern furrowed his friend’s brows.

Connor shrugged off his inner voice and tried what he hoped passed for a lascivious grin. “Sorry, just absorbing the intoxicating scent of your wife here. She’s beautiful when she’s aroused. I’m itching to drive my cock into her.”

“Then do it. I think she’s more than ready.”

Connor lowered his gaze to meet Angela’s. Her face flushed with desire, her eyes hooded, her breaths came in short pants.

“Come here.” Taking her hand, Connor stood and helped her up. He turned her to face her husband. “Straddle his lap on your knees and lean toward him.”

When he had her positioned like he wanted, facing away from him so she wouldn’t see the need in his eyes, he covered himself and crowded close behind her, her perfect rear snug against his groin.

“Arch a bit, sweetheart, so it raises your pretty butt in the air.” Connor smoothed a hand down her spine. She shivered in certain spots. Her ticklish spots. He smiled. He splayed his hands over the cheeks of her ass, and gripped them, harder than he intended. He relaxed his hold and watched the white indentations in her flesh return to their natural color.

She turned to look over her shoulder. “I’m ready anytime you are,” she whispered.

“I’m ready, honey. I’m so ready.” Connor tucked the head of his cock against her opening and pushed inside. It wasn’t a gentle, slow entry. He didn’t give her time to adjust to his size. He plunged in deep, all the way on the first thrust. Her wetness eased his entry, but he cringed at how roughly he’d penetrated her.

But she didn’t complain or even flinch. Connor started pounding into her. Tonight, he couldn’t hold back. He needed this. He needed to fuck her. He needed to convince himself she wasn’t his, that he was here on borrowed time. One day, Tyler would want his wife back for himself.

Connor squeezed his eyes closed, dropped his chin to his chest, and fucked Angela hard. Soon she picked up his tempo and thrust back to meet him.

When she grunted, Connor opened his eyes. Tyler’s hands were hidden from view, but Connor presumed he tugged on her nipples. His wife seemed to like a little erotic pain. Not much—just enough of an edge to tumble her over. Connor slapped her right ass cheek. She gasped, stilled for a second, and then arched her backside for more. He slapped her again and once more. Her head dropped to rest on Tyler’s shoulder.

“Angela, honey, I’m ready to come. Are you ready, hon?”

“Yeah. Oh, yeah. Don’t…stop. Fuck me, Connor. Fuck me fast.”

He hammered into her. His fingers curled into the flesh of her hips again. He hoped the marks didn’t bruise. Tyler’s grunts mingled with the sound of skin smacking skin. Connor raised his head. The bunching of Tyler’s right bicep told Connor his friend now fisted his own cock. “You gonna come on her tits, Ty?”