Maddy Collated: The Complete Trilogy (13 page)

Maddy
shook her head. "It's not the presents. Not really. It's... it's everything. I'm so swamped at work now, and I..." She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. He was gazing at her with a look full of compassion. The small, soothing circles his palm made were lulling her into a sense of security. She could get used to him. She could get used to both of them.

And it would all end in tears.

"What do you want from me?" she said.

Sam looked startled,
then
laughed, short and sharp. "Well," he said, "you really are the best
Maddy
.
Always straight to the point."

"That's me," she said as Chet came out of the kitchen with three cups of coffee. He set them down on the TV tray, then reached inside his suit coat and withdrew a silver flask. Uncapping it, he poured a rich amber liquid into each cup,
then
sat down on her other side.

"Here," he said, his
voice still
all business. "Drink some."

Maddy
almost said
You're
not the boss of me
, but, actually, he sort of was, so she decided to take the path of least resistance in this one thing and brought the coffee to her lips. It was warm, but not scalding, and she took a gulp. It went down smooth, but behind it the alcohol burned and she coughed. "Shit, that stuff is strong," she said. Her eyes began to water.

"We want to date you," Chet said.

Maddy
blinked.
So much for straight to the point.
In all the ways she saw a meeting with the two of them panning out, this was... well, it wasn't even on the list.

"I beg your pardon?" she said.

"We want to date you," Chet repeated. "That's why we sent the gifts."

She stared at him. "I didn't know they were from both of you," she said, which wasn't even remotely the point but was all she could think to say. "And aren't you two... you know.
An item now?"

Chet tilted his head. "You could say that. But we're finding that there's something missing between us."

Maddy
almost groaned. "Don't say, 'it's you.'"

Chet drew back, offended.
"Why not?"

"Because that's cheesy."

"It may be cheesy, but it's the truth," Sam said from her other side. She shifted her focus to him, and swayed where she sat.

Whoah
, she thought.
That alcohol is strong. What the hell was that?
"What do you mean?"

Sam reached down and took her hand. "We've been exploring our options with each other over the past week," he said, "and we both reached the same conclusion. It's not the same without you."

Maddy
raised her eyebrows. "I see," she said slowly. "You mean you need me as a catalyst to make you two
work
?"

"Are you purposefully trying to be difficult?" Chet asked.

"No,"
Maddy
said. "I have no idea what you're asking me."

Sam sighed. "Just what Chet
said.
We want to date you.
Together.
You dating
us.
Us dating you.
Us dating each other."
He paused. "Perhaps dating isn't the right word," he said, "but it's the closest I can think of. We would like to explore a relationship between the three of us."

Maddy
looked down at her hand in his. "Wow," she said. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," Chet said. "You sound like you've never heard of
polyamory
before."

"Only on TV," she said. "And it always looks like it doesn't work out." But she couldn't help but be tempted. The idea, that the two of them might want to be with her, was tantalizing, tempting.
Heady and sweet.
She wanted to be with them, too. The way they all clicked together... it was a rare thing to find other people who could fill that role. That she'd found two of them, and they both wanted to be with her, not just as friends but as lovers, was astounding.

Perhaps she should just be counting her blessings.

"I..." she said
. "
I don't know."

"It's okay," Sam said immediately. "You don't have to answer. We were going to take you out to dinner and ease you into the idea. It was supposed to be a night where we sort of courted you."

"You don't think you've already sort of started?"
Maddy
asked. "I don't know about you guys, but you've both been kind of preoccupying my thoughts.
Even when you didn't call."
She gave him a mock glare from the corner of her eye.

Sam reached behind her and smacked Chet in the shoulder. "I told you we should have sent flowers," he said.

"We didn't know what was going on last week," Chet replied. "Remember? There was a lot of,
er
, fluctuation in our relationship last week."

"Drama," Sam said. "Chet's allergic to drama. I still think it's inevitable that a little bit of drama happens, but you know."

"Of course,"
Maddy
said.
"Drama."
She thought about it. "What sort of drama?"

Next to her, Chet laughed. His voice, rich and deep, warmed her. "Sam was very worried he wouldn't be good in bed," he said.

"Chet!"
Sam sounded horrified.

"What? She was going to find out at some point. That's what a relationship is.
Knowing all the dirty little secrets of your partner.
Or partners."
He paused. "He is good in bed," he conceded. "It just took a little practice."

"You dick!"
Sam sounded apoplectic.

Maddy
reached out and put a hand on his knee. "Don't worry," she said. "I'm sure you are great in bed."

Sam looked pained. "Wouldn't you know?" he said. "You've slept with me."

Maddy
patted him. "There, there," she said.

Chet laughed. "
Maddy
, you really are a wrecking ball." And then his hand was on her cheek, pulling her away from Sam and toward him. His face loomed, his icy blue eyes piercing hers. Waves of dizziness lapped at her as he drew closer and closer, and then his lips were on hers and the undertow reached out and grabbed her, pulling her under.

Shivers raced over her skin where they touched, his mouth nibbling and tasting, hungry and seeking. Behind her, Sam's hands went around her waist, kneading and massaging her hips as he leaned in and planted a kiss on her ear. Tremors of pleasure shimmied under her skin, and
Maddy
felt herself pulled further and
futher
under by the fantasy of the three of them.

Could she really have it all? Could she risk her heart on two men, not just one? They wanted to try it. They wanted to be with her. But what if it didn't work out? What kind of terrible fallout would knock her life off its course?

Sam's fingers snaked their way under her t-shirt, sliding against her stomach, traversing the soft skin there on their way down to the waistband of her pants. Her breath was hot and fast, and Chet broke away from her, panting. His eyes were pleasure-glazed as they drank her in.

"Don't answer yet,
Maddy
," he said. "Let us convince you."

Then he tilted his head and leaned forward, his mouth finding her leaping pulse, and
Maddy
sighed and gave in.

Hands roamed her body, seeking, searching. She had no idea who was where, only that both of them made her blood sing and her pussy heat like no one else had ever done. As though they had poured liquid fire over her, she burned for them, her heart picking up the pace as they explored her. Her own hands were everywhere, sliding up Chet's arm, slipping behind her to cup Sam's ass, and the world narrowed to the three of them and the white-hot inferno they made together.

Her eyelids slid closed as Chet let his mouth travel lower and lower to the swell of her breasts. She wasn't wearing the sexy corset they'd given her, but that didn't seem to dampen his passion at all. Greedily he sucked one nipple through the cotton of her bra and t-shirt, and she gasped when he bit down with gentle force. Behind her Sam tugged her into his lap and she felt his hardening cock skate erotically over her ass as he worked his fingers down her cotton panties and found the slick folds of her pussy.

Chet broke away from her breasts and leaned over her shoulder, and from the corner of her eye she saw them kiss each other.

Her breath caught as the sight inflamed her. Chet's warm, broad hand kneaded her breast as Sam slicked a hand against her slit, his fingers dipping and delving into her heated depths, pleasuring her as they devoured each other.
Maddy
moaned as they broke away and Sam leaned in for a kiss. He probed her mouth, and she gasped as his tongue swept over hers while his fingertips tickled her clit.

"Oh, God," she whispered. He rocked his hips against the cleft of her ass.

"
Maddy
, you are wearing too many clothes," Chet murmured, and then he was lifting the t-shirt from her belly. Cool air hit her skin and she shivered as he tugged the shirt over her head. The world disappeared for a moment, eclipsed by cotton, and Sam took the opportunity to plant a heated kiss between her
shoulderblades
as he worked the clasp of her bra. Her breasts bounced free as he released them, and then they were filling Chet's hands as behind her Sam ran his hands over her back, sending shivers out over her entire body.

Her arms fell around Chet's shoulders as he sucked first one aching breast into his mouth, then the other. A flick of his tongue sent her nipple into his teeth, a small, sweet sharpness, and
Maddy
gasped and squirmed, her ass rubbing against Sam's cock. Sam moaned into her skin, his voice vibrating into her spine, sending a bolt of electricity through her.

Burying her hands in Chet's hair,
Maddy
let herself marvel at how thick and dark it was, falling through her fingers like cool water. His hands lifted and massaged her breasts as she gently scratched her fingernails against his scalp, and he gave a little murmur of pleasure at the sensation. Sam's fingers returned to her slick folds, and then, without warning, he drove one long, delicious finger inside.

Maddy
inhaled sharply at the invasion, but then Sam retreated, leaving a smear of her own juices against her stomach as he extended the hand to Chet, who sucked
them
dry.

A flood of desire slammed into her, watching Chet work Sam's fingers, and she realized that, far from feeling left out or like a third wheel, she wanted to see them
pleaure
each other. She wanted them naked and sucking each other's cocks before they spent themselves inside her together.

"I want to watch you," she said. "Let me watch you."

Smoldering blue eyes caught hers and Chet smiled around Sam's hand. "You want to watch us together?" he asked. Drawing back, he extended his tongue, which
Maddy
knew from experience was skillful and deft, and tickled the pads of Sam's fingers.

Behind her, Sam moaned and ground his cock into her ass.

"Yes," she said. "I want to watch you suck each other's cocks."

"Jesus,
Maddy
," Sam whispered. "You sure do know how to make a guy hard." Planting a kiss on her shoulder, he gently moved her from his lap and maneuvered her onto the couch. Then, reaching out, he grabbed Chet by the coat and pulled him across her.

Maddy
gasped as together they tumbled onto her couch, lips seeking, mouths open and hungry for each other. Sam's hands buried themselves in Chet's hair as the other man worked him out of his suit jacket,
then
unbuttoned his shirt, revealing every inch of tanned, firm flesh. Beneath Chet, Sam was panting, his hips driving upwards into Chet's, and though she couldn't see it,
Maddy
imagined their bulging erections sliding together, separated only by thin layers of fabric.

Almost unconsciously, she slipped a hand beneath the waistband of her pajamas and rubbed her slit, so slippery there was almost no friction as she circled a fingertip around her clit. Licking her lips, she watched as the two of them
disrobed,
their hands frantic and unpracticed as they pulled shirttails from waistbands and undid the fastenings of each other's trousers. It was almost as though they were in competition with each other to see who could get to the other's cock the fastest.

Chet was winning. Roughly he pushed the white dress shirt from Sam's shoulders and it fell to the floor in a heap, then he was planting a hot trail of kisses down Sam's torso, his tongue dipping into his navel as his hands deftly unbuttoned Sam's pants. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and yanked it over Sam's hips.
Maddy
heard a rip through the sounds of heavy breathing, but then Chet popped Sam's cock through the opening of his boxer briefs and swallowed him down.