Reunion Makes Three [Snowedin Fantasies] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (3 page)

He nodded, and her jaw dropped an inch. Her rigid posture stiffened a few more degrees. She licked her full bottom lip in a nervous gesture that had him almost moaning. His mind shifted to her other soft areas sliding against his, her lips, her breasts, her pussy. After a month of talking and fantasizing about having a woman between Dell and himself, he was near bursting with need, and only she could quench it.

He stared down at her round breasts, rising and falling about the neckline of her dress with each breath. His mouth watered. His cock tightened painfully within his jeans. It didn’t matter that Dell and he had fucked just before coming here. One look from her emerald eyes and he hardened again. He needed to convince her to come back to the room, fast, or he might embarrass himself.

He took a step closer, until their bodies almost touched. Her sweet feminine scent, laced with a touch of cherries, drifted through the air, and his mouth watered to discover all the places that aroma clung to. “He wants you. He always has.”

She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering. “And what about you? Do you really want to invite your boyfriend’s old flame into your bed?”

“Maybe not every one of them, but you”—he looked her up and down, taking in all the beauty before him—“definitely.”

She stared at him quizzically. Marcos took a deep breath, pushing an inch closer, unable to stay away from her. If he wanted to convince her, which given how hard he was standing in a hallway with her, didn’t feel like an option anymore, he needed to make her see just how great it could be between them. How much they’d pleasure and dote on her, just as all her fantasies had detailed.

“You’re a beautiful woman. You must know that,
bella
.” He slid his hand down her arm, and her muscles quivered beneath his touch.

She stared at him, a bit surprised, as if she’d never heard such compliments before. There was no way that could be true. Men must line up around the block for a beauty like her. “Standing there, in that little dress, you look like the most adorable Italian flag I’ve ever seen.”

Her sweet bell laugh filled the hallway. Her soft lips turned up at the corners, and the tightness in his body expanded. Making her laugh did the same to his insides as making Dell smile or pant.

Marcos swallowed hard, overwhelmed with the desire to make this woman pant, to make her scream and cry and come around them. He wanted to feel them both pushed deep within her at the same time, her sweaty body sandwiched between them, exhausted from exertion.

He looked down at her, seeing the same lust reflected back in her eyes. “You wanted this night, didn’t you?”

She nodded, a bit hesitant. He stepped closer until his cock pressed against her. She gasped, and he moaned at the touch of his hard bulge brushing her soft stomach. He placed his hands on either side of her body along the hotel wall, needing the support.

“So do we. More than I can express.” Her eyes darkened, and she drew in a deep breath. She was aroused. She wanted them. There was no doubt. She only needed a little shove, just enough of a push to have her walking back to their room. Once he got her there, he and Dell would make sure she didn’t want to leave, by whatever means necessary.

“We’ve been dreaming about this night for weeks. Each of us fantasizing about licking that creamy
fica
of yours, until you scream and cry out.” He watched her closely as her breath sped up a bit at his description. He smiled. Perfect. The exact reaction he was looking for.

“Then we planned to slide deep into you while you’re all wet and warm. And we’d thrust in and out, in and out, while our hands explore your body and our lips discover each and every freckle dotting your milky skin.”

He leaned in close enough that her hair tickled his cheek. “Would you like that?”

Her soft pink tongue escaped her mouth again, smoothing over her lips, before she nodded.

He took a deep breath, forcing his brain back on track. A task that proved more difficult than he ever could have imagined. Just the sight of that wicked tongue of hers could make any man dumb, deaf, and blind. But if he didn’t focus, he might lose any chance he had to feel its sweet brush against him. The realization was enough to bring his cloudy mind back to clarity.

“Please don’t make us all miss out. We all need this.”

She looked up. Her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something but didn’t know how to form the words. Luckily, he knew what he wanted and just how to tempt her with it.

“This is all of our fantasies. For one night, let’s forget all else.” He brushed his thumb across her lips. Her mouth trembled beneath his touch. “We’ll forget what we should do or should say. Tonight will be just about us and all the pleasure we can give you.”

Her large, bright eyes looked up at him. Her chest shuttered with each breath, her pulse pounding at the base of her throat. Her sweet cherry smell drifted to him through the air, hardening his cock and weakening his knees.

He held his breath, waiting for her to respond. The sudden overwhelming urge to drop to his knees and beg, to kiss her toes until she promised to spend the night with them, seized him. As bizarre as it sounded, especial since he’d only known her for a few moments, he couldn’t let her go. Not yet.

She nodded, and all the blood in his body rushed south. He gripped the wall, fighting to stay upright. He moaned, his brain too foggy to scream out the glee burning his throat.

Tonight she was all theirs. Their fantasy come true.

Beth followed Marcos back into the room, not sure how he’d convinced her to return. It must have something to do with that accent. It was definitely dampening her panties. Maybe it was turning her brain to jelly, too?

If his convincing hadn’t caused her legs to shake and her nipples to tighten into hard peaks, she might know what to do now. She’d signed up for a fantasy, a nice, easy night of no-strings sex, not to come face-to-face with the first man to break her heart. After all she’d been through in the last few months, dealing with her unresolved issues toward Dell wasn’t at the top of her wish list.

Back in high school, she’d loved Dell completely. But after they left town for separate colleges, he’d stopped returning her calls. Around Christmas break he’d written her a short e-mail saying their relationship was over. That was all it took to end everything between them and break her heart. Clearly she’d never meant as much to him as he had to her. She had no interest in reliving that pain. But she couldn’t walk away, either. She had to admit there were a few benefits to a familiar face being part of the crowd. It put her slightly at ease, calming the butterflies in her stomach to a gentle roar. And she now knew with certainty this night would be enjoyable. Even the first time, Dell knew what he was doing between the sheets, and from his naughty words in the hallway, Marcos didn’t appear to be a slouch, either.

“You’re back,” Dell exclaimed in surprise, a large smile on his face, and she hated how her heart sped up a bit at the sight.

“Yes,
mio sole
.” Marcos’s smile was twice as big as Dell’s and just as alluring. “Neither of us is ready to give up on tonight yet.”

With his words, Dell turned toward her. His eyes filled with remorse, his shoulders slumped. He was about to apologize to her, just like Paul had, hoping it would end their fight. Men always thought a sorry was the answer, but most of the time, once they got around to apologizing, it was too little too late.

“Beth, I—”

She cut him off with a wave of her hand, stopping his words before they veered into dangerous territory. “I don’t want to talk about the past. This is just about tonight. About fulfilling a fantasy. There’s no reason to ruin it by talking about something that happened ten years ago.”

Dell glanced down at the floor for a moment before he appeared to get his mind around her request and nodded.

Marcos reached out, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her into his side, attempting to alleviate a fraction of the tension buzzing between the two of them. “I, for one, am happy you changed your mind.” His chest was hard against her breasts, and her nipples tightened. From the small smile on Marcos’s face, she’d guess he noticed the change. His hands crept down her body, smoothing over her back, dancing down her spine. His hot palms cupped her ass, and unconsciously she moaned, pressing deeper into his touch.

“Sounds like she is, too.” He spoke of her, but his eyes locked on Dell. “Come join us,
mio sole
. She’s as soft and sweet as we imagined.”

She shivered at the idea of Dell watching Marcos’s fingers massage her body. Her head swam, imagining them discussing her long into the night, touching each other, fucking, while they fantasized about her.

A heat enveloped her back, and another hard bulge branded the sensitive dip at the base of her spine. Another set of hands smoothed up her legs, pulling her skirts with them, exposing her upper thighs to the cool air. All thoughts of past pain, broken hearts, and high school vanished beneath the intoxicating dual touch.

“That she is,” Dell purred into her ear before sucking on the soft lobe.

Her knees buckled with the suction. She wrapped her arms around Marcos to keep from falling. Dell kissed down the column of her neck, nipping on her pulse point.

Marcos placed his lips to hers. His crispy dry taste exploded over her tongue. Dell slipped his hands around her, pushing her dress and bra down to expose her breasts. She moaned, and Marcos took advantage, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, tangling with hers. He held her still while Dell played with her newly exposed nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers until she was dizzy.

“She likes that,” Marcos’s gravelly voice whispered. He looked past her toward where Dell’s breath caressed her skin. “I think she’s drawn blood. She’s clawing my back raw.”

“Poor baby. I promise to kiss it and make it all better.” The innuendo in Dell’s words slammed her in the stomach. Visions of Dell kissing Marcos, all over, had her flaming. The hungry beast inside her that needed both of them clawed to the surface.

“Later,
mio sole.
First, I have plans for this beauty.” Her pussy dampened as they spoke about her, her body sliding between their two hot, hard male forms.

A set of hands, she couldn’t be sure whose anymore, unzipped her dress, while the other pushed it down her hips. Her strapless bra was unhooked and tossed aside, leaving her standing in only her black lace thong.

“It’s my turn for a taste,” Dell called, and before she could even move, Marcos spun her around in his arms. He held her steady as Dell wrapped his arms around her and pressed his mouth to hers. His lips were as strong and soft as they’d ever been, but Dell’s kiss was more demanding than she remembered. His tongue slid confidently into her mouth, curling and seeking, knowing where to touch to have her ears buzzing.

“God, that’s better than I remember,” Dell moaned against her mouth.

He pulled back, a large grin on his lips. She swayed slightly as he released her, her legs weak and her brain too mushy to function. A soft laugh echoed through the room as Dell pushed her into the plush leather armchair beside the bed.

He cupped his hand around her jaw, directing her gaze up to him. “We want to make it good for you, sweetheart.” Dell eyes stared into hers, so hungry she shivered. “We want to make all those naughty fantasies you wrote us true. What do you want to see first? Marcos blowing me? Me fucking Marcos?”

“Yes,” she released on a breath.

From across the room, Marcos laughed, and heat filled her cheeks. But Dell only continued to stare at her, his lips curled in a decadent smile. “Your wish is our command.”

He dropped his head, placing a chaste kiss on her lips that didn’t last anywhere near long enough, before pulling up to stand at his full height. He looked over at Marcos and winked at him, the quick flick of his eye enough to have the man smiling with anticipation. Without thought, her eyes dipped to Marcos’s crotch where his erection already tented the front of his pants. Judging from the bulge against his fly, she wouldn’t be disappointed when those slacks were removed.

Dell wrapped his arm around Marcos and whispered in his ear. The Italian man nodded to his partner. A pang of longing stabbed deep in her chest. A desire to be connected to someone that closely swept through her system. She’d had that with Dell once, or at least thought they had, but not since. She certainly hadn’t experienced that with Paul. He didn’t know what she wanted any more than he knew what the couch wanted.

Then Marcos’s mouth descended on Dell’s, and all thoughts of love and longing vanished, replaced by white-hot need.

Moving restlessly across the leather seat, she watched as their mouths came together, lips parting, tongues sliding against each other. Marcos wrapped his arms around Dell’s neck, tunneling his fingers into sandy-blond hair. Dell squeezed Marcos’s ass in a tight hold that had Marcos moaning and Beth panting.

Marcos slipped his hand beneath Dell’s shirt, pulling away to peel the navy polo over his head and toss it aside. Dell’s fingers used the time to unfasten the row of small white buttons down the center of Marcos’s shirt, sliding the white fabric off his broad chest.

Dell placed his hand in the middle of that olive-toned chest, pushing him down to the mattress. He toed off his shoes, and removed his socks and khakis, staring hungrily at his partner. Beth took a deep breath as he slid his boxers down his legs, revealing a long, thick cock, crimson with need. She already knew how good that cock would feel pounding deep into her, but she couldn’t remember spending much time looking at it in their high school days. They’d been more concerned with the act than taking the time to enjoy each other’s bodies. Now she could appreciate how beautiful and rare such a dick was.