Second Chance Summer: Menage Romance Novel (Midnight Cove Menage Book 1) (5 page)

“What about what you want, Summer?”

Her lips were dry and she ran her tongue along the cracks. “What I want?”

“Do you ever do anything for yourself?” Blake inched forward and reached out to cup her cheek in his hand. Rough calluses earned from harsh sea water and surfboards scraped her skin. “Just because you want to?”

Summer tried to swallow, but she couldn’t. What she wanted in that moment was his lips on hers. Devin’s hands on her skin. Both them touching her. Everywhere. All at once.

She was so tired of being alone. Of the pretty boys in New York. The weak men who claimed they needed a muse and her body was it. Men who’d take what they wanted and leave her empty. Unfulfilled. Nothing like Blake and Devin.

One night with them and they’d filled her up. She’d painted for weeks. Dipping into the rich ochre and vermillion. The crimson and indigo their bodies created when they touched. When they fucked.

Blake’s fingers stroked her cheek and Devin’s squeezed her waist and she knew they’d satisfy all her needs. Stoke her desire until she could burst in a sea of Technicolor magic. Paintings would splash across her mind and cover her whole studio back home.

She would be alive. Sparkling.

Blake focused on her lips. “Tell me you remember, Summer. What we had. What we could be.”

The words slipped out before she could hold them back. “I remember.”

Devin took her by the waist and in an instant, she’d spun around, toes skimming the sand. “Then let us take you back. Relive that night. Even if it’s just one time.”

His eyes closed and his hands slipped higher up her back and then it happened. Devin kissed her. Hot. Hungry. Blazing. She was a torch and he was the match and as Blake’s hands found the curve of her ass, they all ignited.

How could she walk away? When the three of them were a damn bonfire?

She broke the kiss and looked up into Devin’s eyes. “Take me home.”

T
he door opened
and Summer tumbled into the dark house. Devin’s arm tugged her down a hallway and Blake locked them in.
Thank God.
Another minute of groping Blake in the backseat like a pair of teenagers and she’d have caved.

One more red light and she’d have given in to the voices in her head telling—no, shrieking—at her to stop.
Go back to the Inn! Track down Mandy and crash on her couch. Bang on your mother’s condo door and pretend you’re sorry!

Anything to avoid this. The crush of two men slamming her against wood paneling. The heat of Blake’s breath fast on her cheek. The scrape of Devin’s hands up her thighs as she scrunched her toes to gain purchase on the tile floor.

Summer didn’t know if they were in their house, some fuck pad across town, or their surf shop. She’d been too busy running fingers over flexed muscles and trimmed beard to notice. And she didn’t care. Not when everything—the memories and sin and lust—it all flared bright and wonderful. She wanted to drown in it. Drown in these two men she’d never been able to forget. Never let go.

In four years, she’d painted the ghosts of their lips and hands on every canvas she’d ever touched. A slash of black as Devin reached for the zipper on her dress. A swirl of red as Blake raised her arms above her head.

How had she denied this passion? The party dress fell to the floor and Devin slid up. A belt buckle scraped her bare skin. Shirt buttons bumped across her pricked flesh. He palmed the wall on either side of her head, caging her in lust and need.

Oh, God
. No man in New York had ever come close. The possession. The control.

Lips landed hot and wet on her earlobe and she mewled. Devin ran his tongue along the sensitive ridge of her ear as Blake took her hand. His fingers wrapped around her wrist and slid up her skin until she shivered.

“Please tell me you have a bed.”

In an instant, she was weightless, off the ground and airborne in Devin’s arms. A door opened. A bed appeared as if she’d wished it into existence.

Why were they all wearing so many clothes?

Blake toed off his shoes and Summer shimmied out of Devin’s grasp. “Let me help you.”

She set to the buttons on his shirt while he unbuckled and shoved down his pants. Clothes fell to the floor, flew across the room, landed on a lamp and a dresser and stuff Summer didn’t have time to take in.

All she cared about was the craving she’d denied. The longing. Regret. She needed to wash it down with kisses. Drown it with their touch. Kill it with two cocks she’d missed so much.

A flick of her wrist and her bra disappeared. Panties next. She scrambled onto the bed as Blake unrolled a condom.

She’d ached for this. Pined for it night after sleepless night, rolling around in her big, empty bed in New York, dreaming of him crushing her into the mattress while Devin took her mouth.

Blake’s lips hit hers and she moaned.
Oh, yes.
Their lips mashed together, tongues lapped, teeth scraped against skin. His hands all over and not enough. Pulling back, he spread her legs.
Yes!

As her back arched, willing him closer—
take me, please!
—the mattress dipped. Devin. He kneeled behind her and lifted her head into his lap. Stroked her face as his cock stood proud at the edge of her vision.

She reached up to rake her tongue across his tip when Devin leaned down and captured her mouth in a bruising kiss.
Oh!
He ravaged her. First lips and face and neck. Then her breasts. He took each one in his hands, bouncing them against her chest and watching the flesh ripple. He licked a trail across her nipples, flicking each one until they stood out like little knobs he could turn.
Oh, God. Turn me. Turn me higher.

With Blake between her legs and Devin all over her, she burned. Reaching down, she found Blake’s cock, hard and thick and so damn ready. It throbbed in her hand and need hit her like a drug. She shivered and twitched. An addict too long without a high. Guiding him closer, she positioned him at her entrance and grabbed his hips. “Fuck me, Blake. Right now.”

On her command, he thrust, burying his cock until their bodies touched. He filled her. Hot and hard and so damn sexy. Devin stroked her breasts and Blake groaned and Summer reeled.
God,
I’ve missed this.

Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around Devin and smiled up into his face.
Thank you.
As he teased her breasts, she bucked, rocking her hips against Blake until he pulled back and thrust again.

“Yes! Oh, God. Yes.” She wrapped her legs around Blake, urging him on with a kick of heels and begging for more. In silent answer, he picked up speed.

Over and over, harder and harder, he thrust, pushing her deeper into the mattress and Devin’s legs. Her breasts bounced, the mattress squeaked and the high she’d ached for barreled through her body at breakneck speed.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
Grasping at the bed, she took fistfuls of comforter in her hands, twisting and wrenching as pleasure built in her core.

“That’s it, baby. Come for us.” Devin whispered the command and she obeyed. Her muscles clamped around Blake’s shaft and she wailed her release, crying out as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body. The room spun, the mattress floated, and she flew.

Fuck
. She was everything. What they’d missed. What they’d found. The perfect woman.

Blake pulled back and thrust again. Deep inside as her body squeezed his shaft. God, he’d never last. And last he wanted. She needed to come over and over. Remember what it could be like. What they could share.

He knew sex wouldn’t bring her back—wouldn’t change her mind and force her hand and make her see the future with them—but it could be a start. They weren’t some sloppy one-night stand that never amounted to anything more.

The three of them together—Summer trapped between him and Devin as they all touched heaven—it was magic. Stronger than the waves crashing on the rocks, brighter than the lighthouse in the middle of the storm. They could be Summer’s muse.

Not the scenic vistas and climbing vines and ocean water she painted over and over. He pulled out and she cried in protest.

“No! Blake!” She lifted off the bed, hands reaching out, but Devin grabbed them. “Come back.”

Blake shook his head. “No. Not yet. Roll over, Summer. Let me see that gorgeous ass.”

She groaned, but complied, rolling over as Devin let her go.
Damn
. So round and big. Plump and luscious. A pair of full, thick globes he could stroke all night. Blake ran his hands up and down, over and around her smooth skin until she moaned.

“Please, Blake.”

He looked up at Devin. His best friend stared back—the two of them locked in this dance of sex and power with Summer in between. Blake grinned. “Please, what?”

“Fuck me. I need you.”

The words had him licking his lips and he slipped his hand between her legs.
Soaked
. The slippery wetness coated his fingers and he stroked her, sliding his palm over her mound, smearing her desire all over her. “You’re so damn wet for us. It’s only fair we get a taste.”

“My turn first.”

Devin’s gravely voice had Summer looking up at him. “No! Come here. Let me.”

Blake pulled the condom off and threw it in the trash. “I think he’s got other things in mind. But I’m all yours.”

Devin slid off the bed and stepped behind Summer. “God damn, I’ve missed you.”

Blake watched as his best friend stroked Summer’s ass. She moaned as he eased down onto the mattress.

Devin brought his hand back.
Smack!
His hand came down on her left ass cheek and rippled her creamy skin. She moaned louder.
Smack!
His hand landed on her right. Summer shook with need.

He slipped his hand between her legs. “Jesus, Blake was right.” Devin pulled his hand away and his fingers glistened. “Taste her, Blake.”

He held his hand out and Blake leaned forward, licking her juices off Devin’s fingers and biting back a groan.
Mmm
. So fucking sweet. He couldn’t wait to watch her come. Watch her soak herself in all that creamy goodness. “Make her come. She needs it.”

Devin disappeared behind her and Summer cried out. “Oh!”

“That’s it, baby. Just let go.” Blake reached down and cupped her face in his hands. He’d never get tired of those lips.

Her mouth opened and he kissed her, snaking his tongue inside, flicking against hers to let her taste her own need. Again and again as Devin slid between her legs and feasted. They could do this all night.

As he reached up to tug her closer, she pushed back.

Their lips broke apart and Summer gasped. “No. I want you coming with me.”

She grabbed his legs and hips, tugging his body closer to the edge of the bed, all the while fighting off her own pleasure. Her own moans.

Her eyes shut and her mouth opened wide and before Blake could argue, Summer’s lush lips were swallowing his cock and her tongue was tracing circles on his shaft.

Good God
. Up and down. Hard then soft. She sucked him like his dick was the last source of hydration on earth. Tongue lapping at his head. Lips tight and slick on his shaft. Fingers stroking what she couldn’t taste.

All while Devin lapped at her swollen pussy. This couldn’t be another goodbye. Not when they all fit together so well. Not when it was way more than three people getting their rocks off in a big, white bed.

They connected.

She shuddered and moaned around his shaft and Blake tensed.
So close
. Her cheeks hollowed and she sucked, diving down to stroke him faster. Screw holding back. Delaying gratification. She wanted them coming together? She’d get it.

He reached up to run his hand through her tangled hair. Tugging her face closer to his pelvis, he inched her lips further down his shaft.
That’s it.

Summer moaned louder, her fingers digging into his thighs, and he let go.

White hot heat. Searing bliss. An orgasm four years in the making and every bit as epic as the memory. His release filled her mouth and slipped down her chin. Sticky satisfaction he’d never regret. Summer swallowed and sucked and lapped at his shaft and Devin sent her over.

The moans bubbled up from her whole body. Her fingers quivered, lips vibrated. Her body trembled.

Damn
. She pulled off and crumpled to the floor as his feet. “Oh. My. God.” She gasped out each word.

“Don’t think we’re done, baby.” Devin’s voice turned hoarse and low. “I know you’ve got at least one more.”

Summer shoved a sweaty clump of hair off her face.
Devin
. He towered above her, cock long and straight, signs of her orgasm glistening on his lips and chin. The man had a magic tongue.

But again?
“I can’t—I can’t handle any more of that tongue.”

His laugh came rich and sultry. “I didn’t say anything about my tongue.” He ripped open a condom and rolled it down his length.

Oh!
Summer sagged in relief as Blake reached down to stroke her face. “Come up here, babe. Let us make you fly.”

Blake helped her up onto the bed and pulled her up into his lap. Her ass nestled between his open thighs and his hands wrapped around to stroke her breasts. “That’s it. Show Devin what’s waiting.”

She blushed, but spread her legs, wider and wider until Devin sucked in a breath and stepped up to the edge of the bed. “So fucking beautiful.”

He grabbed her legs behind her knees and pushed them up higher.

She tensed, but Blake was there, shushing her and stroking her sensitive nipples. “We’ve got you, Summer. We’ve always got you.”

Devin leaned down, lips crashing into hers as he thrust.
Oh!
One quick stroke and he’d buried himself. He broke the kiss, pulled back and fucked her.

Yes!
With Blake braced behind her and Devin in front of her, she was home. Held tight and fast and treasured. Every kiss—every flick of a finger and thrust of a cock—brought the memories back.

Her best friends. They knew what she needed without her saying a word. Knew how to turn her on. Take her. Push her limits. She could fight it and them and the whole idea of a threesome until her last breath. But nothing would steal that moment.

That high.

Devin thrust again and she groaned. She’d been flying from the first orgasm, undone and weightless and queen of the world with the second. But this was more. “Harder, Devin. Take me harder.”

He grunted his reply, picking her ass up off the bed as he pushed her legs up higher. With his strength, he wedged her into Blake’s body as he bent her legs up to her chest. He pumped and she cried out.
Oh God!
She didn’t know what deep was before.

They consumed her, filled her, turned her liquid. All she could do was hold on as Devin fucked her senseless. He pummeled her body, slamming her back into Blake’s chest again and again. She scrabbled on the bed, digging her nails into the sheets as Blake’s fingers slipped between their bodies. He palmed her belly and she shook in anticipation.

A single rub of his thumb across her needy clit and she came, heat and light and euphoria exploding inside her. Her eyes fluttered shut, she tossed her head, and Devin groaned.

His cock pulsed in time to the clench of her muscles around it—his orgasm following her trail.

As the last of his shudders subsided, Devin pulled back and let her legs fall to the floor. They’d wrecked her.

S
ummer rolled
over and her arm flew out.

“Ungh.”

What the…?
She bolted upright, sheets twisting around her as Blake shifted next to her. Blinking back the fog of sleep, she took a shaky breath.
I slept with Blake.

A snore on the other side of her naked thigh made her turn.
And Devin
.

Oh my God.

I slept with Blake and Devin. Again.

Easing the sheets off her lower body, she pulled herself free of the tangled mess. She crawled off the bed in the darkness and slipped down onto the floor. Toes on cold tile shocked her fully awake.