Risk Is a Four-Letter Word (13 page)

Carrie laughed when she realized their truck
was parked right next to her car.

"Did you know this is my car?" she
asked, then shook her head.
"Of course not.
You
never saw my car. The day I brought Daniela to see your furniture we were in
her BMW." Was it a coincidence they'd pulled in right next to her? Did she
care? Carrie could take a hint, especially when it was parked directly in front
of her.

"Get in." Eric held open the door to
the extended cab. "I know it's a squeeze, but we're not going far."

Carrie did as he said. They could always drop
her off back here later. She looked around
but
didn't
see anyone who might be
watching so she climbed in and dropped her purse next to the toolbox on the
seat. Her feet were squashed on top of some sort of tool. "What the hell
is this?"

"It's a router. Here, just shove it
over," Eric reached in and pushed it to the side so she could rest her
feet on the floor. Carrie put her seatbelt on and closed her eyes. The sense of
rightness she felt grew stronger.

"I'm really sorry," she said again
once Eric got in the driver's seat.

"Carrie.
Enough.
You don't have to explain." Zeke twisted around in his seat.

"Yes, I do." Carrie rubbed her eyes.
"You don't understand."

Eric laughed. "Actually, I think we do
understand. My mother is insane."

Carrie sighed. "It wasn't just that."
She grinned.
"Although, between your mom and Zeke's
sister, I
was
a bit scared.
If looks could kill--"

Zeke rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, Sherry
is like, sixteen. You're afraid of a sixteen-year old?"

"Haven't you ever heard the expression
'mean girls'?" Carrie snorted.

"Sherry is not a mean girl. She's just a
little confused right now," Eric said, pulling out of the parking lot. He
put the heat on full-blast, chasing the chill out of the truck. Carrie didn't
need it. She was still so aroused she was sweating beneath her coat.

"She had a bit of a wake-up call,"
Zeke explained. "She has a crush on Eric. When she discovered that Eric
and I were together, she kind of flipped out."

"I'm guessing that having me show up in
your bedroom naked wasn't particularly helpful then?" Carrie asked.

"She's starting to come around." Zeke
said,
his tone dry. "It was bound to happen
sometime."

Carrie smiled wryly, remembering what it
was
like to be sixteen. "If it's any consolation, I can
barely remember who I had a crush on when I was that age."

"Liar," Eric interjected. Carrie
squirmed. "Oh, come on, everyone remembers their first crush."

"Yeah, I can still remember Billy's
ass," Zeke said, his voice light.

"What?" Eric's voice rose. "Are
you telling me that your first crush was on a guy?"

Zeke laughed. "I'm bi, remember?
Considering where your dick was this morning, you
oughta
know."

Even from the back seat Carrie could tell Eric
was rolling his eyes.

"Surely you remember Billy
Diyann
. He was on the football team?" Zeke asked Eric.
Carrie sat back, enjoying the way Zeke needled Eric. Their bickering amused her
and she wasn't afraid to admit it.

"Oh, my God, you had a crush on the
quarterback? That's so lame, man.
So lame."
Eric
turned left and headed down a rural lane. Carrie frowned. This road led to a
state forest. In the middle of February the only people who came here were
hunters and mountain bikers.

"Dude, come on. Remember his ass? It was
gorgeous." Zeke grinned at Carrie and she couldn't help but return it.

"I certainly do
not
remember his ass. My first crush was on Cindy
Mitchel
. She had the most incredible
ta-tas
.
Yummy."
Eric mimed squeezing something with his
free hand as he sighed theatrically.

"Wait, you mean Billy's girlfriend?
The cheerleader?
You had a crush on my crush's girlfriend?
That's just wrong.
So wrong in so many ways."
Zeke chuckled as he shook his head. "We are so fucking weird."

Carrie laughed. "You guys are kidding,
right?"

"Nope, not kidding.
Her boobs were beautiful." Eric pulled into an empty lot under
the trees and put the truck into park. He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned
around. "Of course, they weren't as perfect as yours are." He leered
at Carrie.

Carrie blushed. "Um, I'm not quite sure
what to say to that."

"You don't have to say anything. Just take
off your coat.
And your shirt."
Zeke undid his
belt.
"Oh, and your pants, too."

He wasn't serious, was he? Carrie smiled at his
antics until he leaned over the seat and touched his fingers to her lips. They
tingled. A pang of regret slid through her. Why had she run again? These men
were kind and intelligent and funny. Not to mention sexy as hell. She licked at
Zeke's fingers then sat back, slowly undoing her coat.

"I shouldn't have run away like that. I
shouldn't have taken my card." Carrie looked at Zeke. "I know you saw
me take it. I knew you'd know that meant I didn't want you to call."

"Carrie, we get it. Stop beating
yourself
up over it," Eric said.

"I was a coward. I
hate
that."

Eric sighed and rubbed his face. "Look.
That morning was pretty hairy. I'd just had the most awesome sex of my life and
then my mom and Zeke's mom and sister showed up, all judgmental and shit.
Sherry knocked on the bedroom door! If that isn't traumatic, I don't know what
is. I wasn't at my best either. And you know
,
we could
have tracked you down. We had your name. Hell, we had Daniela's name and number.
It would've been easy to find you."

Carrie didn't know whether to be hurt or
relieved.

Zeke continued where Eric left off. "We
spent the last couple weeks hashing things out with our moms." He glanced
at Eric.
"And my sister, too.
My mom is fine with
everything. Sherry is growing up. And Eric's mom is--"

"My mom is still being an idiot."
Eric stretched his neck. Carrie winced as she heard his spine crack. "But
I'm not going to let my mother dictate who I can and can't fall in love
with."

"Adding a woman to your gay love affair is
hardly going to make it easier on your mom," Carrie said, only
half-joking.

Eric burst out laughing.
"My
'gay love affair?'
Where did you come up with that one?"

Zeke grinned. "It has a certain ring to
it. Like a tragic-comedy."

"Oh, stop it, you know what I mean,"
Carrie retorted. She felt a smile tug at her lips.
"Seriously.
That's going to be a tough one to swallow."

"I really don't give a fuck," Eric
said, sobering. "I want you. And I don't want to give up Zeke to have you.
Conveniently, he wants both of us. If you're willing to jump in the water,
we're willing to catch you. Imagine the waves we can ride together." He
waved his hand, miming surfing on a wave.

Carrie remembered their first meeting, when
she'd lost her bathing suit top. She remembered what it felt like to have both
of them inside her. What it was like to make love with them.
Dammit
. She was
going to do this. She let her shoulders relax and Zeke broke into a smile that
lit up his face. She looked at Eric. He looked back seriously.

"My mother doesn't rule my life. I love
her, yeah, and it'll suck if she doesn't come around, but that doesn't change
how I feel about you and Zeke. The heart wants what it wants." Eric smiled
and the last vestiges of Carrie's fear broke into pieces and floated away.

"Yeah, okay," she said, voice thick.
Her heart felt like crying and laughing at the same time, but her body decided
it would rather make-out. She crawled over the back of the seat, trying to get
to them. She ended up sprawled over Zeke's lap trying to kiss him while Eric
shifted along the bench seat and grabbed her hips.

"Enough talking.
Yeah, good plan," Zeke mumbled around her lips. "I can
deal with that." He kissed her and she melted against him, moaning when he
moved down her chin to nibble on her collarbone. "Eric, did you shut the
truck off?"

"Yeah, don't worry about it," she
heard Eric say. Someone unbuttoned her coat the rest of the way and stripped it
off, tossing it in the back seat.

"Lovely scarf.
Blue is my favorite color," Zeke said, pulling it away from
her neck. He flipped it away and slid his hands under her sweater.

Carrie writhed against his warm palms. He felt
so good. She wanted to be naked. Even worse, she wanted
them
to be
naked. This squirming around on the front seat of a truck was really
frustrating.

"Easy honey, let us take care of
you," Eric said, unzipping her jeans. She let him pull off her boots and
ease the denim over her legs while Zeke took off her sweater.

"Maybe we should go to my place. Or yours,"
she gasped as Eric palmed over her pussy. The blue fabric was damp and clung to
her. Her underwear was definitely in the way.
"Or maybe not."

"Too fucking far away," Zeke
muttered, holding her arms. "Eric, get this bra unhooked."

Eric obeyed, biting his lip when her breasts
tumbled free. "God, you're so damn beautiful, Carrie." He sucked one
of her nipples into his mouth. She arched her back as his tongue danced over
the aching point.

"More. Please." Carrie tried to
maneuver him between her legs. She needed someone to touch her clit. She pulled
a hand away to do it herself, but Zeke held her tight.

"Uh
uh
,
none of that.
Let us make love to you,"
Zeke said, mouthing down over her neck. He bit down on her collarbone and
Carrie whimpered. His teeth stung, but that only added to the overload of
pleasure. Eric moved on to her other breast, nipping at her nipple until it was
rosy. When he popped his mouth off, it stood out from her boob in protest.

"God," Zeke muttered, looking.
"Eric, get her panties off."

"Yeah, already heading
that way."

Eric eased the scrap of silk down. Zeke held
her against his body, trapping her hands in his. The two men still had all
their clothes on.
Not fair
. She was
about to complain when Eric put one of her legs on the dash and the other over
the back of the seat. Carrie flushed. She was naked in the front of a truck for
God's sake.
What the hell am I doing
?
she
thought, struggling, then Eric dipped his head
down and licked her pussy, lingering on the tight bud of her clit. Her thoughts
scattered as the pleasure burst over her nerve endings. Her hips arched up,
trying to get closer. Eric pulled away, grinning,
then
his thumbs eased in over her labia, gently parting her so his tongue could get
to all the best places.

"Easy, I've got you," Zeke murmured
in her ear and she clenched her fingers over his. His cock pushed against her
ass, but he made no move to open his pants or even take off his coat. She tried
to tell him what she wanted but her thoughts scattered when Eric started
sucking on her. He eased one finger inside, then another, teasing her right up
to the edge of orgasm. When she was about to come, he drew back and she groaned
in protest.

"Eric, don't you dare stop!" Carrie
forced her eyes open only to find him frantically shedding his coat. Her body
throbbed in approval.
Yes, yes, hurry up
!
She shoved the mental command at him, hoping it would make him undress faster.
Eric flung his coat over the seat then opened his jeans and pulled out his
erection. Carrie's hips twitched in frustration. "Don't make me
wait," she threatened. He tossed her a grin as he leaned in and slapped
the thick head of his dick over her pussy. She jumped as sparks flared from her
clit to her toes.

"You're so fucking hot, Carrie. I want you
so bad. I didn't get to fuck you last time and I've been dreaming about it.
About how you'd feel," Eric said, coating himself in her juices. When he
was finally wet enough, he stopped playing and shoved inside in one forceful
thrust. Her back bowed in shock and pleasure. "I'm sorry, I can't hold
back," he grunted, thrusting again.

Carrie nodded agreement. She couldn't speak. He
was so thick she felt every single vein as he forced himself into her body.
Carrie attempted to help, but Zeke was still holding her down and Eric had his
hands clamped on her hips. She couldn't move. She couldn't do anything except
moan and bite her lips. Eric trembled for a split second then started fucking
inside her, little sharp thrusts, barely pulling out at all.

"Feels so good," he said as Carrie wrapped
her legs around him. It wasn't until she hovered on the edge of climax once
again that she realized he'd forgotten to use a condom. So had she. The
sensation of his naked cock inside her pussy was so smooth, so hot and wet, she
wasn't sure she cared. She felt her body seize up as he fucked her, then her
orgasm took over and she gasped, clenching her eyes shut against the nearly
unbearable sensation.
Delicious.
Erotic.
So fucking hot.