Full House (9 page)

Wrath raged in her eyes. “
Those
orgasms?”

Max nodded. “Mine…” Who’d ever have thought he’d come so hard? After his last orgasm, so deep inside Trev, so incredibly intense, he hadn’t thought he’d be capable of another for hours. One glimpse of Grace’s face had changed all that. Or maybe it was the glimpse of Trev’s face as he’d buried his fingers between the woman’s legs that had gotten Max all hot.

His lover’s eyes had closed, his cheeks had flushed. And he’d worn a smile as though he’d found heaven. Maybe he had. Maybe he’d found heaven in Grace. Max had known then he’d have to find out for himself.

Max cleared his throat. “Trev’s…” He licked his lips, imagining he could still taste Trev’s semen. “And yours.” She’d exploded in a series of hard, rapid orgasms around his hand and hers. He could still feel her pussy pulsing, gripping his fingers inside her, holding them there.

Touching Grace… Dear God. It blew his mind. Trev had been right. One look was all he’d needed and something shifted deep inside his chest. Under any other circumstances he doubted he’d have been open to meeting Grace, but perhaps because he’d opened himself up to loving Trev, it made it easier to accept Grace too.

His fingers curled with pleasure. “Powerful. So unbelievably powerful.” Both the orgasms and her effect on him.

She glared at him. “
Those
orgasms should never have happened. None of them.”

At least she’d stopped struggling against Trev. “But they did happen. And they were incredible.” He had to clear his throat. “Scorching hot.”

Her cold gaze raked his body in contempt.

Max was nude. His jeans lay in a pile beside her bed. Too late for humility. She’d watched him make love to Trev and Trev give him a blowjob. A little bit of modesty now wasn’t going to make a scrap of difference. Besides, he couldn’t help but notice how her gaze lingered on his dick. And on his chest. It made his damn nipples tingle.

“I don’t even know you,” she spat at Max. “I’ve never met you before. And you’ve seen me do things… You’ve done things to me…” Her voice trailed off.

Understanding trickled through him. Her rage was merely a cover. She was embarrassed by her actions. More than embarrassed. Mortified.

“I don’t even know you,” she whispered.

Max smiled gently, sensing that any sudden moves would startle her. He raised his hand and scratched the side of his head. “Yeah. That was quite some introduction. One of the more colorful ones in my life.”

She didn’t laugh. Didn’t even smile. “You did things to me.”

Max nodded. “You did things to me too.”

She stared at him with enormous brown eyes.

“You do that to me too,” Trev whispered to her. He kept one arm wrapped around her and ran his other hand over her hair in a gentle caress.

She turned those enormous eyes to Trev. “You…did things to me, knowing Max watched.”

“I only did what you let me do, Gracie. Only did what you wanted.”

She stiffened. “No! You only did what
you
wanted.”

Trev shook his head, his manner as calm and gentle as Max’s. “If I’d done what I wanted, I’d still be inside you right now.”

Grace jerked against Trev. “Don’t say things like that.”

“I can’t help myself. It’s true. I want to make love with you so damn much, it hurts.”

“While your boyfriend watches?” The fury burned again in her eyes.

Trev nodded, his own eyes darkening. “Oh yeah.” He licked his lower lip, leaving it glistening. “Or participates.”

“Both,” Max growled before he thought better of it. Now he’d had a taste of Trev and Grace together he wanted more. And he definitely wanted to get to know Grace better.

Panic danced on her face. Or was it desire? Could have been either, but it was gone so quickly Max didn’t have a chance to confirm it either way.

Grace’s shoulders slumped as though the fight drained out of her. “Please,” she said, her voice softer than a whisper. “Go. Leave me alone for now. We can talk again tomorrow.”

“You shouldn’t be alone,” Trev said instantly.

“I need to be alone. Need to think.”

“Gracie—”

“I just found out you have a male lover, Trev. He just watched you finger me until I came. He…he fingered me while I came. I watched you two do things…” She shook her head. “I need time. Alone. Please.”

Max watched her carefully. It was no longer a matter of embarrassment for her. She was overwhelmed. Swamped by tonight’s sequence of events. As much as he wanted to stay with her, wanted to comfort her, he understood her need for time out. To think. To put her world back in order.

Max kinda needed the space himself. He’d just confessed his love for another man. He’d just given his heart to that man. And then met a woman who’d usurped the room Max had tagged for himself, and tagged the heart Max had wished to usurp.

And she’d blown him away.

Max also needed time alone with Trev. To decompress. To debrief. And to sleep. He was wiped out. Two orgasms and two lovers—one he’d never met before tonight—had the potential to do that.

“You can have the time,” Max said softly. “As much time as you need.”

Trev leaned down and placed a tender kiss on her head. “As long as you know we’ll both be here, waiting for you. When you’re ready.” He glanced up at Max, as though looking for confirmation.

Their gazes caught, held. All the love Trev felt for him shone in his eyes, clear as day. It warmed Max to his toes.

There was also concern in Trev’s expression. Worry about the woman he held, the woman who now leaned against him as though she’d lost the strength to hold herself up.

Max didn’t need to think twice. He nodded, giving Trev the confirmation he sought. Yes, they’d be there for Grace. Both of them. If and when she came to them. “Whenever you’re ready,” Max echoed.

Trev gave her one more kiss on her cheek, then slowly moved away. His movements were careful, giving Grace the time to stand on her own two feet before he stepped away from her altogether.

He walked over to Max and wrapped his arm around his waist. As Max leaned over to snag his jeans, Trev whispered to Grace one more time. “We’re waiting for you sweetheart. Both of us.”

Then the two of them headed to Trev’s room and, without speaking, climbed into bed. Just as they’d done countless Friday nights before this, Max lay on his back and Trev curled on his side, his head resting on Max’s shoulder. Max wrapped his arm around Trev’s shoulder, holding him tight, and Trev laid his hand on Max’s chest.

The familiarity of the position reassured and heartened Max. Holding Trev like this always felt right. Knowing they loved each other added a whole new level of intimacy to the position.

Perhaps one night soon, Max would hold Trev and Grace as they all three fell asleep. Max’s last conscious thought was surprise at how much that idea appealed.

The urge to pack her bags and flee was extraordinary, but as Grace had already determined, there was nowhere to flee to.

Being attracted to two men at the same time was so out of her league, she didn’t know what to think. Being attracted to two men who loved each other? Beyond her comprehension.

Yet it seemed to be all she could think about. Obsess about.

It had taken just a couple of weeks to fall for Trev. To lose her heart to him.

Max—hell, there was a case of instant attraction. One look and her body had melted.

Yes, the melting could have everything to do with the position of Trev and his fingers at the time, but Grace couldn’t deny the heated connection that had sparked the second she’d opened her eyes to find Max watching her.

If it was just her attraction to two men, she’d deal with it. Heck, she’d throw herself headfirst into whatever the men had in mind. But this particular situation was not quite so straightforward. It was complicated by the perplexing business of Trev and Max loving each other.

What she needed was an objective perspective on this situation. A perspective that would help her take a step back and survey the circumstances without being caught in the middle of them.

She knew just where to get that perspective. From a man who came from a similar background as her. A man who grew up being taught homosexuality—or bisexuality—was something boys and girls like them did not think about. Did not associate with. A man who himself was involved in a ménage relationship. A man who shared a woman with his pal, Jay.

Her cousin, Hunter.

She’d pay him a visit. While first thing in the morning would be a perfect time, she had a pottery exhibition the whole weekend. Her chat with Hunter would have to wait. Darn, she wished it could be sooner. She had no doubt he’d help her see things clearly. He’d agree that while a threesome with two men focused on the woman might be fun, anything more was not cool.

Perhaps then, with Hunter’s help and support, she’d be able to resist the combined attraction that was Max and Trev.

The house was silent when Trev awoke. Too silent. Grace was usually up at the crack of dawn, seated at the dining room table, her music playing softly in the background as she sketched ideas for her afternoon pottery classes. But it was Saturday today, Grace’s first exhibition in Sydney. He’d wanted to wish her luck. Insisted she wake him up before she leave. After last night, she must have slipped out of the house while he and Max were still asleep.

Trev turned cold.

What if she’d packed up her belongings and slipped out of the house? Run away while he slept?

Trev padded softly from his room, careful not to disturb the sleeping Max. Grace’s room was empty, as was the rest of the house.

Had she left? Taken her worldly possessions and gotten the hell out of his life? Trev’s stomach clenched.

Thank freaking God her clothes were still in her cupboard. He was too damn relieved to feel any guilt for checking.

Trev slipped back into bed and was welcomed with a sleepy, “Morning.”

Several minutes later, his lips puffy and thoroughly kissed, he finally managed to answer. He was pressed against the length of Max’s solid warmth, his fingers tangled in Max’s short hair, Max’s arm wrapped around his back. “Good morning.”

“Did you talk to her?” Max’s fingers trailed like feathers over Trev’s spine, leaving a path of gooseflesh in their wake.

Trev shook his head. “She’s not here.”

Max swore softly.

“She hasn’t packed up her stuff though.”

“So she hasn’t run away,” Max surmised. “That’s good.”

“You liked her,” Trev speculated. “Didn’t you?”

Max let out a long breath. “She’s not half bad, that woman of yours.”

High praise coming from Max. “She’s not mine.”

“But you wish she was.”

“I wish she was ours,” Trev corrected. “I wish she’d been here, in bed with us this morning, when I woke up.”

Max cleared his throat. “So do I.”

Trev’s lips curled into a grin. “You liked her—a lot.” He resisted the urge to punch the air in triumph.

“And I liked how much you liked her.” Max’s voice was gruff and damn sexy.

Trev bit his lip. “You were okay with that? Watching me and Grace together?”

“I didn’t expect to be.” Max frowned. “Maybe your little pep talk in the shower helped. But, yeah, I was okay with it.” He smiled humbly. “As you might have noticed afterward by the size of my dick.”

Trev rocked against him. “Your size is pretty remarkable this morning too.”

“You’re pretty remarkable.” Max’s smile stretched into a grin.

The next time either of them spoke, Trev lay beneath his lover with Max buried deep inside him. The sex was slow, beautiful and sublime. An act of love.

“I’d like to have her here. With us.” It was Max who broke the silence.

Trev caught his breath, scarcely able to believe Max could want Grace as much as he did. “You would?”

Max nodded once and nipped at Trev’s earlobe.

Fuuuuuuck!
Tremors shook his body. He freaking loved it when Max did that.

“I would,” Max whispered. “I’d like to watch you fuck her.” He shuddered, and Trev felt the vibrations all the way through his ass. “I’d like to…fuck you while you fuck her.” Another shudder. “And I think… I know, I’d like to fuck her myself.”

“And I’d like to watch,” Trev said. Like? Just like? “Fuck with a capital F, I’d
love
to watch.”

Max grew an inch inside him. “She needs to be here.”

“She will be,” Trev declared, determination searing him. “Maybe not yet, but soon.”

And then, for a very long time, words were not necessary.

Chapter Six

Over a week had passed since Grace’s discovery of the two men together. A week in which she’d done her best to avoid Trev. She’d managed to make herself scarce the whole of last weekend, and she’d left each week morning before Trev was up. Evenings were a little easier because Trev tended not to get home before eight or nine at night, and sometimes much later than that, by which stage Grace was safely tucked away in her room.

He’d tried knocking on her door a few times, but Grace had begged him for breathing space, thinking space, and he’d acquiesced.

To her stunned surprise, Max had dropped by the studio to visit her. Her initial instinct was to ask him to leave, but he’d come armed with white chocolate Tim Tams and mango smoothies—Trev must have told him about those particular weaknesses. How could she possibly send someone so thoughtful away?

They’d sat around the clay-splattered table and spoken. It had been a little awkward at first, but Max had done his best to put Grace at ease.

He told her about himself, about his move from Brisbane to Sydney. About his jewelry shop, Ash Diamonds, and his trips overseas to find the perfect stones to suit his sister Rachel’s jewelry designs. He told her about the first time he’d seen Trev at his first poker game and how desire for the other man had hit him quite unexpectedly.

In return Grace told him about her career in pottery. How she’d moved to Sydney to work with a world-renowned potter in his studio in the mornings and give lessons to kids and adults in the afternoons. She told him about her life and work in Adelaide, although she neglected to mention her family. Talking about them while getting to know this particular man just felt…wrong.