Hat Trick (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (4 page)

Shrugging, she leaned against the sloped back of the tub and let them pamper her.

* * * *

The guys left together, blasting classic rock on the car stereo as Nathan pulled slowly out of the driveway. She smiled fondly. Nathan might be a speed demon, but he would never endanger the kids by racing around the neighborhood streets.

She busied herself cleaning up the dishes from lunch before sitting down in front of her computer. She had two events coming up in the next week, a society wedding and a corporate luncheon. Vaughan Events was doing well, so well she had to hire a fourth employee to keep up, which reminded her she had a stack of resumes to go through before tomorrow night so she could set up interviews for later next week.

Rachel worked on the accounting for her event-planning business for a few hours, finishing up payroll and paying the bills, cursing loudly when the computer froze and crashed. It had been happening so often lately she had taken to backing up her files every half hour. She was still trying to figure out how to recover her records from the last six months. She stretched out her shoulders and looked out the window, startled to see how dark it had gotten.

She had been hesitant to start her own business when she’d graduated from university. What if Nathan got traded? What would she do with her business then? She considered herself lucky he had played for the same team for so long. Finally, about three years before, with Nathan’s encouragement, Rachel had put her business degree and her natural organization skills to work when she had planned a major fundraiser for the Maple Leafs for free. The fundraiser had been a huge success and had been quite the highlight on her sparse resume. Nathan had beamed for weeks, telling anyone within earshot how good a job she had done.

A car engine cutting off in the drive alerted her that Nathan and Jeremy were home. She darted a glance out the front window, grinning when she saw the bags of Chinese food the men wrestled with.

“Hey, honey,” Nathan called as he walked in. He grinned as he passed her, stopping to kiss her on the way. “Brought some Chinese, your favorite.” He looked over her shoulder and into her office, noting the glowing computer screen. “I sort of thought you’d get caught up in work. You figure out who to interview yet?”

Oh, the smell of the spring rolls was heavenly. Following her nose to the kitchen, Rachel took out the plates and flatware while Jeremy tore open the bags and pulled out the foil plates and red and white cardboard boxes. She brushed against him as she reached into the fridge for drinks, and Jeremy blushed, directing his eyes away from her. “We didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” she murmured, blushing herself when he glanced up at her with heated eyes.

He didn’t answer, carrying the food over to the table instead. She looked up when Nathan walked into the kitchen and slapped Jeremy on the back companionably. “Rachel owns Vaughan Events. She’s got three employees working for her and is about to hire a fourth.” She couldn’t help the smile that stretched her lips. She loved that Nathan was as proud of her as she was of him.

Rachel stood on her toes, wrapped her arms around Nathan’s neck, and pulled him down for a kiss. “Well, I would hire a fourth employee if I could get my computer up and running. Damn thing crashed again. I guess it’s time for me to get another one. I just wish I could recover those six months I lost a while ago.”

Jeremy paused in the act of spooning chicken fried rice onto his plate and looked up at her. “I’m pretty good with computers. Do you want me to take a look at it?”

Hope welled up inside her gut. Those lost files had been eating at her for weeks now. If there was any chance Jeremy could retrieve them for her, she would be forever grateful. “Would you, really?”

Jeremy swallowed his mouthful of rice and nodded, shaking the shaggy hair out of his eyes. He was gorgeous. He was the total opposite of Nathan but equally as good looking. Those smoky green eyes pulled her in, inviting her to curl up and get lost in them, in
him
. He was the ultimate boy next door, the one that every girl wanted to take home to mom and dad. She was so intent on his beautiful eyes that she was startled when he spoke again. “I can look at it after supper, if you want.”

She blinked once, trying to pull herself back to the conversation. Right, her computer. “If you don’t mind, I’d really appreciate it.”

“No problem.” Jeremy lapsed into silence as he dug into his food again, avoiding eye contact with both her and Nathan.

Rachel sat down next to Nathan and helped herself to a spring roll, biting through the crispy shell and into the filling. She couldn’t help the little moan of pleasure that slipped from her mouth as she licked her lips clean. A choking sound drew her attention, and she looked over at Jeremy, whose fork was suspended halfway to his mouth, his eyes wide and lips slightly parted.

“Yeah,” Nathan said as he smirked beside her, “you should see her eat a Popsicle. It’s like watching her give a blowjob.”

Rachel grinned, feeling wicked, and ran her tongue deliberately around her mouth again, moistening her lips liberally. “Feels like I’m giving one, too.”

The food fell off Jeremy’s fork with a plop as his eyes widened even more. Giggling, Rachel seized the box of chicken balls and dumped a few on her plate, making sure to eat them as seductively as possible, which wasn’t easy.

The rest of the meal passed in an easy, flirtatious manner with Jeremy blushing over and over again at the overly seductive looks she tossed his way. She found him absolutely adorable, especially the way he mumbled a hasty excuse and rushed from the room to settle at her computer, an obvious erection tenting his sweats.

She was standing at the counter after supper, wrapping up the leftovers, when Nathan’s strong arms circled her waist from behind. “You little tease,” he whispered.

Shivering at the sensation of his warm breath caressing her ear, she tilted her head and exposed her neck for Nathan’s mouth. He obliged her, dropping damp, open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck until he paused to nibble at the spot where her neck and shoulder met. A gush of moisture pooled between her legs, and she could feel her clit swelling. “How do you feel about this afternoon?” Nathan murmured against her neck.

The memory of both men in her bed had Rachel squirming in pleasure. Grinding back against him, she pressed her low back into his sudden erection. “It was pretty awesome,” she admitted on a breath. “How about you?”

Nathan nipped sharply at her shoulder and held her hips still. “All I could think about was how good you looked riding him. And then I thought about what it would feel like to be buried in his ass.”

An image of Nathan making slow, tender love to the younger man sent yet another wave of wetness through her pussy, soaking through her panties. She had always been a sucker for some hot man love, and her e-reader, loaded with sexy man-on-man action, was proof. “You didn’t seem jealous this time,” she whispered, careful to keep her voice low so Jeremy, who was in her office fiddling with her computer, wouldn’t hear.

Her husband paused, looking thoughtful. “You know, I wasn’t jealous. Watching you with him was as hot as hell. And, I’ve got to tell you, I was feeling pretty possessive of him at practice today. All the guys wanted to meet him, and it was all I could do not to rip their hands off every time one of them shook his hand.”

Well, that was different. Nathan was claiming to be possessive over another man. She supposed she shouldn’t be too surprised. After all, she had known he was bisexual for years. It was just that he’d never expressed any romantic interest in a man before. Sexual interest, sure, but that had been the extent of things. “Maybe we finally found the right man,” she whispered.

He rested his chin on the top of her head and ran his fingers up and down her arms before linking his fingers with hers. “Maybe.” It was nothing more than a sigh against her hair, but she could hear the wistfulness and tentative hope in his whispered word.

“Hey, guys?” Jeremy called from the office, startling them apart. “I think I fixed your problem.”

Rachel pulled away from her husband and rushed into the office, eager to see if Jeremy had managed to restore her old files. She peeked over his shoulder, and her heart quickened with joy. Staring out at her from the screen were her six months of lost information. Squealing with joy, and ignoring Nathan’s playful wince, she threw her arms around Jeremy’s neck and began peppering his face with sloppy kisses. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she chanted, all but crawling into his lap in her effort to get a better view of the screen. “I’ve been avoiding getting a new computer, hoping I would be able to retrieve those files first. Jeremy, you’ve saved me so much work. I don’t know how to thank you enough.”

Jeremy blushed, ducking his head and avoiding her eyes. Holy Hannah, the man was just too cute for words. He cleared his throat and began typing on the keyboard again. “I just had to do a deep extraction. I’m not exactly sure how you managed to lose your files, but everything should be fine now. I’m just installing a new security program and running a virus check. You really should back up your computer on an external hard drive a couple times a month.”

He looked up at her, flashing those gorgeous green eyes at her. “Any good computer tech should have been able to do this for you. Why didn’t you call anyone?”

Now it was her turn to blush, although she wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest. Her blood was boiling from something else entirely. Leaning close to Jeremy, she let her lips brush his ear with every word. “I didn’t want some random guy seeing my favorite websites,” she explained, thrilled right down to her toes when she felt a slight shudder run down Jeremy’s body.

“See?” she whispered, bringing up the Internet and pulling up her browser history. Rachel smiled as Jeremy became riveted to the screen, watching the two men penetrate the woman. She couldn’t help the small moan that slipped out when Nathan stroked his hands under her short skirt and up her bare thighs. He pulled the damp material of her thong away from her pussy and fingered her gently, teasing the small nub of her clit until she was chasing his finger around with her hips.

Jeremy turned in his chair, flushed and sweating, his hard cock pushing out a tent in the sweatpants he was wearing, leaving a small, wet stain where the head must have been. She just loved pre-cum. The more, the better. She reached out and palmed the length and stroked it gently. “Are you okay with this, Jer?”

Okay with this?
Was she insane? Jeremy was so onboard with this, he should be asking for permission to dock his ship in her port. All right, that was a really bad metaphor, but her hand was on his cock, damn it. He couldn’t exactly think straight. She continued to fondle his cock, drawing more and more pre-cum from him as she waited for his answer.

“You wanna answer her there, Jer?” Nathan grunted as he stopped whatever he was doing under Rachel’s skirt and yanked it off as if it morally offended him.

The view that waited for him was incredible. The white lace of her thong barely covered her pussy. Her clit was straining against the material, and the crotch of the panty was completely saturated by her juices. He leaned forward, groaning when her hand slipped off his cock, but the temptation of her plump little clit was too much. He kissed her through her panties, capturing the little ridge of nerves between his teeth and holding it still as he used the very tip of his tongue to wiggle the lace around.

She whimpered, and suddenly, her legs were pushed apart by Nathan’s hands. Jeremy could feel the material tugging slightly to the right and suspected that Nathan was about to sink a finger into his wife. His suspicions were confirmed when he felt a pair of knuckles brush against his chin.

He looked up the length of Rachel’s body and caught the other man’s eye, never letting go of his grip on her clit. Nathan stared down at him, lust burning so brightly in his eyes that Jeremy wondered how the man wasn’t in flames. Seeing no command to stop, Jeremy continued what he was doing, biting and nipping at the lace-covered clit and sucking it into his mouth as if it were a piece of candy. He groaned against her sweet flesh when he saw Nathan’s large hand come up and pinch her right nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb slowly.

Nathan rotated his hand so that the tip of his finger would be stroking the front of Rachel’s pussy. The move put both of them in rather awkward positions, but Rachel’s entire body tightened, and she hooked one arm around Nathan’s neck and gripped Jeremy’s hair with the other.

“Suck her clit hard, Jer,” Nathan commanded in a rough voice. “When I say, bite down on it gently. We’re going to make our baby come harder than she ever has before.”

Pulling the material of her thong completely out of the way, Jeremy followed the other man’s instructions, increasing the suction on the succulent bit of flesh between his lips. He just about came in his pants when Nathan starting talking again.

“Rachel has this sweet spot, right here,” Nathan said as Rachel’s hips began to thrust wildly. Jeremy had to reach up and hold her hips in order to keep her clit in his mouth. “If you rub it just right, she’ll come in about thirty seconds. I’m willing to bet, with you attached to her clit, she’ll go off like a rocket.”

How could the man be talking like he was giving a lecture? Jeremy’s cock was about to explode in his pants for the second time that day, and the other man was still able to give a fucking speech. He figured Nathan didn’t actually want him to respond since he’d ordered him to suck Rachel’s clit, so he settled for sucking harder. Nathan was silent for the next few minutes, and Jeremy could tell from the tiny movements of Nathan’s palm where it rubbed against his chin that Nathan was working Rachel’s G-spot pretty hard. “Now, Jer!” he barked.

It took about half a second for Jeremy to remember what he was supposed to do. He clamped his teeth gently on Rachel’s clit and pulled it slightly away from her body.