Indulgence (250 page)

Liz stood and, shaking off the hands that reached for her,
she ran for the bathroom.

“I’m sorry,” Jo said quietly.

“Michael,” Graeme said softly. “Come be with us. Come lay
with us and sleep. Lizzie needs us.”

“She needs you,” Michael said with a tired smile. “I don’t
plan to sleep much tonight. I thought I’d catch a quick hour or two. Jolynn is
keeping an eye on things for now. The garage apartment is perfect, thanks for
letting us set up in there.”

Graeme made a sound deep in his throat. “You’re thanking
me?” He came and sat next to Michael on the bed, close but not quite touching.

“Michael, you and your sister should get the hell out of
here. Take Lizzie on a long vacation. You all should get far away and let me do
my job. Let me track this prick down.”

He stroked his hand against the bruised side of Michael’s
face. “I did this to you. Ashford nearly killed you. I don’t want to take a
chance on anything else happening to either you or Elizabeth.”

Michael tossed his glossy black waves, his steely-blue eyes
blazed. “I’m not going anywhere. I might not be a cop, but protecting people is
what I do. I’ve made a damn fine living at taking care of people in ways you
can’t. I’m damned if I’m going to walk away from the people I—”

He broke off, swallowed, then turned back to look Graeme
straight in the eye. “I’m not going to walk away from people I care about.”

Graeme’s heart pounded hard in his chest. He was sure
Michael had been about to say more. He took his hand and stood, pulling Michael
up with him. “Come on, then. Let’s go be with Lizzie. She needs the comfort of
our arms. You can go relieve Jo whenever you’re ready.

*****

Lizzie was in the shower when the men stepped into the
bedroom. Graeme stuck his head in the bathroom door. “Don’t want to startle
you, little bit, but Michael and I are out here. You okay?” he asked loudly
over the pounding water.

Michael couldn’t hear her reply, but Graeme relayed, “She
says we can join her.” Graeme grinned.

“Thanks, I just showered. You two go ahead. I’ll wait here
and rest before I go relieve Jo.” He flashed a smile at Graeme, hoping to take
some sting out of his refusal to join them in the shower. He’d seen that
shower. There was no way for the three of them to be inside without all of them
touching.

He sat on the edge of the bed then fell backward and closed
his eyes. Images were waiting to float through his mind. Liz, wet and soapy, as
his hands slid over her breasts. Graeme, long and slick, with water tracing a
path down his broad chest. Him in between the two of them. Bending slightly to
reach Liz’s lips and feeling Graeme’s hard cock pressing against his ass.

When wet hands and a hot mouth took his suddenly ready cock,
he let out a long, low moan and opened his eyes to find Liz’s mouth on his
cock, Graeme kneeling beside her.

“I want to taste you,” Graeme whispered. “Let me, Michael.”

With the image of Graeme’s wet body still echoing in his
head, Michael closed his eyes. “Yes,” was all he said.

The feel of the hands changed, small and soft gave way to
large and rough. The hand that touched his cock now held him differently, more
firmly than any woman ever had. There was a swipe of tongue, press of lips, and
then his cock was swallowed as Graeme fucked him with his mouth.

Michael opened his eyes, and his gaze locked on Lizzie as
she moved to climb up beside him. He tried to focus on her face, even as he
felt himself drowning.

She gently turned his head to face Graeme. “Watch, him
Michael. Look at how much Graeme wants you. Look at how hard you are,
sweetheart. You want him, too.”

Graeme’s eyes were closed, his cheeks hollowed, and his
mouth wet and slippery. Michael watched, mesmerized as Graeme devoured his
cock. He felt the first stirrings of his pending orgasm. Lizzie was right; he
did want Graeme. There was no more room for denial.

As if he heard the thought, Graeme opened his eyes, and
their gazes locked. He stopped sucking and just held Michael’s rock-hard cock.
Then, never breaking eye contact, he ran his tongue slowly over the tip,
pressed into the tiny slit, then licked his way lower. Michael cursed with the
sensation when Graeme licked and mouthed his balls.

“Oh God,” he said, as fantasy and reality fused. Lizzie
leaned over to kiss him and stole any possibility of denial. Graeme.

*****

Graeme was on his knees, face pressed intimately against
Michael, breathing in the scent of him. The smell of soap was there, but
Michael’s own spicy aroma lingered. Dear God, he wanted this man. He looked up
and caught Lizzie’s gaze on him, and she flashed him a reassuring smile before
he could worry if what she was watching bothered her. His heart felt light with
emotions, with the rightness of being here with these two people.

He was a lonely man just a few days ago. Not unhappy but
missing the intimacy of having someone who cared for him, of having someone to
love. How quickly life changed. A chance encounter because of the actions of a
madman and here they were. Now suddenly he felt at home with two people he
could love forever. It was early yet, no need to scare them off, but he knew.
Deep in his heart he knew this was right. Right for him, right for Lizzie, and
right for Michael.

Michael had a beautiful cock, thick and long, and slightly
curved. Graeme wondered how long before he’d have that cock inside him. The
thought made him shiver in anticipation. He slid his tongue over the velvety
crown, licking, kissing. He tasted the salty pre-cum and groaned with pleasure.

Suddenly he wanted more, wanted to touch and taste all of
Michael. Graeme needed to show him this was more than sex; this was making
love. He climbed onto the bed and trailed kisses along Michael’s rippled abs.
His fingers trailed through the dark hair that lightly covered his chest, and
his mouth latched on to a coppery nipple. Michael bucked and moaned as Graeme’s
teeth grazed the sensitive bud.

Graeme glanced at Lizzie as he continued to lick and kiss
the broad chest. Her fingers were tangled in Michael’s hair, her mouth slightly
open, and the glazed expression on her face told him more than words just how
erotic she found watching her two lovers.

Michael’s neck arched, and Graeme pressed his face against
the exposed skin, kissing and biting. His mouth trailed a line along his jaw
until he reached Michael’s mouth. “Michael,” he said, just before he claimed
his mouth in a hungry kiss.

Michael gave himself to the kiss, lips parted, tongue ready.
Their mouths melted together, they swallowed each other’s moans, and Graeme
lost track of who was seducing whom. When he finally pulled back from the kiss,
his breath sounded harsh in his own ears, and he met the heat in Michael’s eyes
with a welcoming smile.

“Kiss me, Graeme. I want to taste him on your tongue,” Liz
said on a sigh.

After one last kiss of Michael, he went to his knees and
leaned forward to meet her. He opened her mouth with his tongue and they shared
the taste of Michael's kisses, of the salty taste of his pre-cum, of the
essence of the man.

Graeme’s breath left him in a whoosh when a steely hand
wrapped around his cock and lips brushed tentatively at the tip. He sat back on
his heels, threaded his fingers through silky black hair, and watched as
Michael tasted him. He ached with need, and it was a glorious torture to watch
Michael’s tongue slide up the length of his shaft. His cock was licked and
kissed and when Michael finally pulled the bulbous tip into his mouth and
sucked, Graeme moaned.

“Oh God, Michael.”

He tried to stay still, to let Michael explore, but it was
too much to ask. Slowly his hips moved, pushing his cock deeper into Michael’s
mouth. He didn’t think he was going to last another minute. Michael seemed to
sense his pending release and, rather than pull away, he increased his efforts.
His curled fist moved faster, his mouth pulled, and a growl rumbled deep in his
chest.

It was the low guttural sound escaping his lover that
brought Graeme to the edge of pleasure, then spilled him over. He tried to pull
back, to keep from shooting into Michael’s mouth but arms like steel bands
trapped him, and then he lost himself. His hips thrust, his balls clenched, and
he shoved his pulsing cock deep into Michael’s throat.

With a final shudder, he collapsed on the bed. He had just
enough strength to reach shaking hands to touch Liz and Michael. It had never
been like this before. These were his lovers, forever.

*****

Watching them was so hot! Lizzie felt the wetness pool
between her legs. She knew the decision to share himself with a man hadn’t come
easily to Michael, but once started, she also knew he couldn’t stop. She held
him through the first experimental moments, felt his hunger as his body relaxed
to the movements of Graeme’s mouth. She nearly came herself when Michael
slipped the head of Graeme’s cock in his mouth. From the look on Graeme’s face,
it had been the orgasm of his life. Now it was her turn.

Stretching out, she ran a hand along Michael’s side to reach
for his rock-hard cock. “I want you, Michael. Fuck me.”

He turned toward her with a smile. “My pleasure.” He moved
away from Graeme and pointed to the spot on the bed he’d just vacated. “On your
hands and knees, Liz. Right there. I want you kissing Graeme while I’m behind
you.”

She hid her smile and thought Michael was feeling his
confidence now that he’d had more than a taste of Graeme. She happily complied
and bent over, baring her ass to Michael. He grabbed a condom from the
nightstand and quickly rolled it on. Then he knelt between her legs and slapped
his cock against her ass cheeks before dragging it through the moisture between
her legs.

He slipped the tip inside, and she impatiently pushed back,
desperate to have all of him stretching her, filling her. He entered her with
one, long push, then held still while she molded herself around him. God, he
was big.

Slowly he slid back until just the tip breached her opening.
He slammed home again, raising her hips a little with the angle of his thrust.
She felt her eyes go blind with the feel of him filling her. “Yes, just like
that,” she murmured.

He worked her hard, his hips pistoning, drawing grunts from
them both as he touched the mouth of her womb. She started to tremble and bent
forward so her weight was on her elbows. Graeme’s hands moved over her,
stroking her back, pinching her nipples, caressing her stomach.

She heard Michael talking, telling Graeme something. Her
mind was too far lost in the pleasure to make sense of his words until Graeme’s
tongue found her clit. Then she understood, Michael was still directing. She
looked down the length of her body and saw Graeme settle underneath where she
and Michael joined. His wicked tongue danced back and forth between her clit
and Michael’s balls.

She heard Michael’s sharp intake of breath, felt his fingers
dig into her thighs. Then he summed it up eloquently, “Fuck!”

The tight ball that had been forming deep at the core of her
exploded, and the force of her orgasm drew a scream. Every muscle in her body
contracted, and then her pussy clenched and unclenched, over and over,
squeezing Michael. Still he pushed deep, drawing more.

Michael went rigid as she shuddered around him, his thighs
like stones pressed against the back of her legs. She caught sight of him in
the mirror, his head thrown back, black hair spilling down his back, eyes
closed and mouth open, as his orgasm took him.

She closed her eyes momentarily to capture that vision
forever. Michael withdrew and tossed the spent condom in the trash. Then he
reached for Graeme and pulled him up so that the two men faced each other,
kneeling on either side of her. She practically held her breath, waiting to see
what would happen.

Graeme raised his hands to cradle Michael’s face and held
him there when the other man tried to look away.

“That was beautiful. Don’t turn away from me, Michael. Not
now, not after that. I know…” he paused and looked to her for a moment,
receiving a reassuring smile. “I know you’re probably feeling a lot of mixed
emotions right now. What you did, we did, was…incredible. But you need to
know…both of you need to know…I want more than just this.” He swept his gaze
over the bed. “I’ll be patient. I know this is new for you.” He gave a quick
kiss to Michael.

“It’s new for all of us, and we have a lot to take care of
right now. But when this is over, I want it to be just the three of us. Let’s
go somewhere and see where this goes.”

Michael looked like a statue as he stared into Graeme’s dark
eyes. She wondered what he was thinking, but his face, so expressive when they
were making love, gave nothing away now. Her heart began to ache a little
knowing how much Graeme wanted to hear reassuring words from him.

Lizzie could give him part of what he wanted, so she came up
on her knees to join her two men. Wrapping an arm around each of their waists,
she said, “Yes, Graeme, let’s see where this goes.” She turned her face to
Graeme and raised her mouth for a kiss. Then she turned to Michael, and he
kissed her as well. She gave a little gasp at the taste of Graeme on Michael’s
tongue. It was intoxicating.

Sitting back on her heels she watched as Michael turned back
to face Graeme. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel,” he said, and he
sounded a little lost.

“I know,” Graeme said, and he pressed lips to Michael’s
forehead. “I’ll wait. Now you should probably go relieve Jolynn.”

Michael sighed, and she suspected it was with some relief he
got out of bed and headed for the door. He’d almost made it when Graeme tossed
out one last remark. “You should know, Michael…as sheriff around these parts, I
always get my man.” Then he quickly added with a lopsided grin, “Or woman.”