Madison's Quest (23 page)

Her bra followed, the chill of the air-conditioning making
her nipples tighten further. The heat of their bodies making her breasts swell.

Shane’s lips covered hers. His hands covered her breasts.

She shuddered and wrapped her arms around his neck, fisted
silky strands of blond.

Shane’s tongue stroked into her mouth. His fingers captured
her nipples, twisting, tugging as Tyler rubbed and pressed her clit, creating a
chord of pleasure connecting her breasts to her sex.

She wanted more of their skin pressed to hers. Would never
get enough of it.

“Pull my jeans down,” she said on a panted breath.

Shane shuddered. He wondered if he was ever going to last
long enough to get Madison on a bed. If he was even going to last at all this
time when every jerk of her hips drove the part of Tyler’s hand not covered by
the boy shorts against his cock.

What was he thinking when he answered her siren call to
strip?

Her hips pulsed and Tyler’s hand once again ground against
his cock, making it impossible to deny the answer. This, getting this was what
he’d been thinking. But somehow, even if it killed him, he’d wait Tyler out.
He’d wait for some sign Tyler was bi.

To make the first move and have Tyler recoil…

He couldn’t do it. One sign. That’s all he needed.

His dick spasmed against the back of Tyler’s hand. Part of
him wanted to use his grip on Madison’s nipples to urge her downward, to feed
her his cock while his tongue battled Tyler’s. Part of him knew that if they
didn’t get her to the bed soon, he’d come where he stood.

He released one of her nipples, covered Tyler’s hand with
his in self-defense. Turning the focus of the torment onto Madison.

His hand slid lower on Tyler’s, allowing Tyler to rub her
clit while he plunged his own fingers into her wet slit.

It was like putting blinders on a stallion. Pleasuring
Madison became everything.

Every moan and whimper drawn from her was a powerful
incentive to give her more and more and more.

He’d never get enough of her. Never want another woman.

He fucked his fingers in and out of her, the slide of his
hand over Tyler’s forging a different kind of connection between them, creating
intimacy where there’d always been friendship.

The reality was better than the most erotic of his
fantasies. The intensity that came with holding Madison between them, touching
her together created a depth of feelings beyond anything he’d ever experienced,
gave rise to a need that would never be satisfied except like this, and even
this created a hunger for more.

Madison’s breathing quickened. Her eyes closed. Her body
bowed as she came for them, her inner muscles fluttering and clamping on his
fingers.

He dropped to his knees, feverish to get his mouth on her
pussy.

He jerked jeans and boy shorts down, rid her of shoes and
socks, wanting her completely naked, wanting nothing to prevent her from
opening her legs.

He inhaled, breathing in Madison’s scent. Tyler’s hands on
her breasts, his mouth at her ear adding to the eroticism.

Shane rubbed his cheek, his nose, his mouth against the
landing strip of blonde hair. His tongue darted out for a taste.

Her pleasure shivered down to him with the fuck of Tyler’s
tongue into her ear.

Shane gripped his own cock. Hard.

Do not come.

Do not come.

Do not come.

Her hands dropped to his hair, tangled, fisted, demanded.

He moaned, licked along the lips of her sex. Delved. Lapped.
Fucked her with his tongue, unable to keep his hand from moving on his cock.

She writhed between them. Her breathing getting harsher and
harsher. Her whimpered sounds of pleasure getting closer and closer.

She was so fucking sensual. So fucking responsive. So
fucking open when it came to her sexuality. And he was fucking addicted, could
spend hours thinking of ways to make her come and then doing it.

They brought her again, her cry of release more satisfying
than raking in a pile of chips.

He kissed his way to her breast, put a death grip on his
dick when Tyler released her nipple but continued to cup her breast.

Shane latched onto the nipple and sucked.

She captured his nipple ring, tugged and twisted, sending
hot shards of pleasure to his cock.

She matched her movements to his, intensifying that
pleasure, elevating the risk he’d come all over himself.

To stave off disaster he stopped sucking, stilling her hand
as he kissed his way to her other breast.

But having Tyler grasp the nipple still wet from his sucking
while cupping and offering Madison’s other breast only made disaster more
imminent.

“I can’t take much more of this,” he panted.

“Then don’t,” she said.

A quick suck. Followed by a second, a third, and he wrenched
himself away from her nipple.

He stood, gaze colliding with Tyler’s, the stark need there
making him scramble for the safety of Madison’s eyes.

His dick pulled away from his body despite being caged by
his fist.

Her hand covered his, silently demanding that his give way,
and it did.

She gripped his cock, thumb rubbing the tip, creating a rush
of heat and raw lust.

His cock jerked in her hand. Arousal rushed to leak onto the
tip.

“He’s begging for you,” Shane said.

She stroked up. Down.

He groaned. “Is this going to be Torment Shane Day?”

“It could be.”

A kiss and she released him. She turned, her ass brushing
his cock and making it scream and weep even more, making his balls pull tighter
and fiery warning race up his spine.

Her hands slid down Tyler’s chest and reached the waistband
of his jeans.

Shane buried his face in her neck and kissed her. His hands
cupped her sides, sweeping upward to cover her breasts, not just because he
needed to touch her but because he craved even the seemingly casual contact of
Tyler’s skin against his.

He ground against her ass, fantasy sweeping in, of being
inside her at the same time Tyler was, their cocks sliding against each other,
separated by a barrier that would seem non-existent with the three of them
making love.

Tyler’s zipper gave.

Shane grasped her nipples while Tyler gripped her hair and
claimed her mouth.

She freed Tyler’s cock. Shoved his jeans downward.

Shane fought the urge to cup her pussy with one hand and
wrap the other around Tyler’s dick. If they could just make it to the bed, if
he could just get inside her everything would be good. They could work out the
rest of it some other time.

“Bed,” he panted.

And somehow they made it there.

He nearly whimpered at the thought of leaving it to get a
condom.

“I’m safe,” he said, his mouth covering hers, alternating
with Tyler’s as she lay between them.

“I am too. So is Tyler.”

A part of him howled at the knowledge Tyler had already been
in bare. But then she tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him to cover her,
claim her, and the instant his cock pushed into her, it no longer mattered.

His eyes bored into hers. He was conscious of Tyler next to
them, watching, a fist around his dick, and it made it better though it wasn’t
necessary.

With Tyler, or solo, he wanted Madison. Whether Grandma M
had seen this or not, he was sure this was his fate.

He measured his strokes. Shifted the angle of his
penetration, guided by Madison’s breathless cries, by the fluttering of her
lashes, by the flush across her cheekbones and parting of her lips.

He held off—but only until Madison came—and then the
demanding clamp of inner muscles on his cock stripped away the last of his
control.

Release scorched through him. Explosive pleasure that left
him with the desire to collapse on top of her and stay that way for the rest of
the millennium.

He kissed her. Told her how he felt with mouth and tongue
and the weight of his body, with his cock still inside her—where he wanted
Tyler’s to be, where he needed it to be.

Heat shuddered through Shane, burning away the lassitude.

He rolled off, a throb of need reviving his dick as Tyler
took his place, Tyler’s mouth covering Madison’s after he’d just left it,
Tyler’s cock sliding into the place his had been, sliding through his come,
Tyler’s ass flexing as he made love to her.

Shane gripped his own dick, moved his hand up and down on
it, pleasuring himself the way Tyler had done while watching him with Madison.

He absorbed the sounds they made, breathed in the scent of
sex, his body attuned to theirs, need returning, building, so he came again
when they did, spewing come on his chest and abs. It was ecstasy and torment
and warning.

The truth of what he felt about Tyler, what he wanted with
Tyler, wasn’t going to stay a secret much longer, but he didn’t want to leave
the hotel room.

Shane looked down at his come-wet chest and abs. “Back in a sec.”

Reaction set in beneath the hot spray of water. Wave after
wave of pleasure shuddered through him with the remembered feel of Tyler’s hand
against his dick, the intense sense of connection that had come with holding
Madison between them, with being watched by Tyler as he made love to her, then
watching as Tyler did the same.

Shane soaped his hands, rubbed them over his chest and abs,
cupped his balls and fisted his cock.

He closed his eyes. He told himself he was just trying to
get the need for Tyler out of his system before he rejoined them, but too
quickly the feel of his own hands became the imagined feel of Tyler’s.

He brought himself to the edge, clamped down hard and tight,
refusing to bring himself off again.

Long minutes passed before it felt safe enough to leave the
shower.

He towel-dried, stepped back into the bedroom, the ends of
his hair damp.

His cock pulsed when Madison’s eyes stroked it. His heart
silently begged Tyler’s eyes to do the same.

Give me a sign.

Look at my dick. Lick your lips or fist your cock. Come
on, Tyler. One sign and I’ll make the first move.

What he got was Tyler saying, “We should head to Stanford
now.”

No! Fuck no!

Shane wasn’t sure which was the little head screaming and
which was the big, or which one came up with a way to delay their leaving.

“Might as well make things easier on ourselves first,” he
said, padding to the mixed clothing on the floor.

He bent, snagged his cell phone and the envelope Alma
Escobar had given them. He also caught a whiff of hotel carpet.

It flashed him back to that last hook-up with a guy who
looked like Tyler, to the life he’d kept secret. It hit him with the
realization that he didn’t want a sexual relationship with Tyler to begin in
some hotel room, as if it didn’t have anything to do with their real lives.

Not that he wouldn’t go with if it happened… If Tyler made
the first move, which wasn’t likely given that Tyler had pulled the sheet up to
his waist, hiding his cock.

Hope stirred. Why do that unless Tyler was afraid his dick
would be a tell?

Maybe Tyler needed some time to get comfortable with what
had already happened, maybe he needed to get okay with coming out, and that’s
why he’d suggested they head to Stanford.

Shane glanced down at his hard cock. He could suffer for the
cause.

The big head whipped back to the poker game and Madison’s
shiny lure of a question to Tyler.
In the last twenty-four hours, what was
your favorite sexual fantasy?

Shane grinned. The way he remembered it, it’d been
his
turn to ask someone a question when Braden showed up, killing the game. So he
was owed an answer—and he’d get one when they got home.

He headed toward the bed.

“Mmmmm,” Madison said. “Great view either way, but I think I
prefer coming to going.”

He dropped onto the mattress and gave her a playful kiss.
“Coming works for me. Some might even say it’s my favorite thing.”

She rolled her eyes. Tyler laughed and the sound of it sent
a rush of blood downward in a reminder of how much he wanted to come in Tyler,
with Tyler, because of Tyler.

Any and all of the above. He was flexible.

Shane tipped the envelope, squeezed it so it gaped.

The key and Stanford brochure dropped onto Madison’s bare
stomach. He wanted to follow them there with his mouth, then move lower, but do
that and they wouldn’t leave for hours—not a terrible thing, but…he was trying
to be good.

Madison sat, lifted and opened the brochure to reveal the highlighted
letters and numbers.

“Seven altogether,” she said. “A number. Three letters.
Three numbers.”

Tyler sat, not losing the sheet.

Shane suppressed a grin. He could almost feel the effort it
was taking for Tyler not to look in his direction and check out his dick.

Stick with the plan
, Shane told himself.

Tyler said, “It’ll be a newer license plate.”

Shane scrolled through his contact list, smiled when he came
to Kurt Lynch’s name. Perfect. He should be on the job right now.

“I need you to run a plate,” he told Kurt.

“Shit, man, my supervisor is already on the prowl like a
hyena looking for dead meat. I do
not
want to be her meat.”

“I can wait.”

“Fuck. Okay, okay.”

Madison’s kissable lips and eyes held amusement, as did her
voice when she said, “When it comes to you, why do I find it so easy to imagine
that someone who owes you a gambling debt is now scurrying away to do your
bidding surreptitiously?”

He grinned. “What can I say? When you’ve got it you’ve got
it. And I’ve got it.”

She shook her head. “I worry about your lack of self-confidence.”