The Sextet - Occupational Hazards [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (5 page)

BOOK: The Sextet - Occupational Hazards [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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“You know,” Corey said, forcing Ben to look up from the ads, “we could follow her. Make a little mischief for her tonight. Make sure that date doesn’t go too far.”

A smile crossed his lips. “That would be mean. And low. And sneaky. And a helluva lot of fun.”

“Not denying it.”

“And I’d love to. Go ask George what else he knows.”

* * * *

“Seriously, guys,” Tracey said, whipping her head back around to look at Martin Hamilton. The lanky brunet was sipping his drink and staring at her from the table they’d shared. Hopefully, all he saw was a boss talking to her two employees. She folded her arms over her breasts and leveled a no-nonsense stare at Ben and Corey. “You need to go.” Her luck of late had been running bad, and her date tonight had been no exception.

Martin was handsome, kind, and a lot closer to her age than Corey and Ben. She’d met him when he worked on the books at Prince and Hart, and they’d hit off a friendship pretty quickly. The way he stuttered a little when he talked to her told Tracey he was attracted to her, and she was honest enough to admit that she felt a spark of attraction to him. Until she thought of Ben and Corey. No one would ever compare to her guys. The same guys that had obviously followed her on her date. “I mean it. There are a ton of other restaurants. Just go to one of those.”

Both Corey and Ben shook their heads, making her have to resist the urge to pound a fist on the table. “I heard this place has great steak,” Ben replied with a grin she could only call smug, like he knew something she didn’t. “Besides, we already ordered drinks.”

“You won’t leave?” she asked.

“Nope,” Corey replied. “Just act like we’re not here. Go on. Go have a nice time with your
date
.” He fairly growled the last word.

Like it was possible to pretend they weren’t close… Whenever they were near, her heart beat faster and her thoughts flew in turmoil. No way could she ignore them. “Whatever…”

Without a farewell, she headed back over to the table, slung the strap of her purse over the chair, and plopped down. “Sorry. Those two are my—”

“Employees,” Martin said. He brushed some imaginary lint away from the sleeve of his blue suit with a flick of his fingers. “I met them when I did your books.”

“Oh…um…good. They’re nice guys.” A waiter took their drink orders before heading toward the bar. “So tell me what it’s like to be an accountant.”

* * * *

How Tracey kept herself from nodding off at dinner was beyond her. She’d mistakenly thought Martin was interesting. She’d been wrong. Horribly wrong. Once he started talking about his job, she’d had to reach deep down to find enough energy to force her eyes to remain open. She’d even had a rare after dinner coffee that did little to help.

Now, they stood outside her door, and Martin was doing the “lean”—pressing his hand to the wall behind her and encroaching on her personal space until their bodies touched. Not that she was surprised. When they’d passed Corey and Ben on the way out of the restaurant, he’d reached down to squeeze her butt and winked at them. He clearly thought he was getting laid, and he also thought other men would envy him for taking her home. All she’d seen was the inclination to commit murder and mayhem in her guys’ eyes. Could they be jealous?

No. They’d clearly moved on. They had each other. They didn’t need her now.

“So,” Martin said, running the tip of his finger down her cheek to her chin, “you gonna invite me in?”

“Um…got a big day tomorrow.” She gave an exaggerated yawn, hoping the guy could take a hint.

He didn’t. “Well, then…you really need to get to bed early.”

“Yep. Probably should. I’m sure I’ll be asleep in no time.”

“I can keep you up for a while.” He pressed his hips against her. “You sure have me…up.”

“Um…yeah. I think you’ve got the wrong idea, Martin. This is just a first date.”

His hand ran over her shoulder and down her arm before falling away. “We’re grown-ups, Tracey.”

“So?” The lean was becoming a full-body press, and it was making Tracey have to kill the urge to bring her knee up and nail him in the groin.

“We don’t need to act like teenagers. No chaste kiss on the front doorstep that leaves us both in knots of need. We can go up to your place and…get together.” He kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, “I can make the ache go away.”

Putting her hands on his chest, she tried to push him back. “Not tonight, Martin.”

He shook his head. “You don’t have to play hard to get with me. ’Cause I’m not hard to get.”

“I’m not playing hard to get.”

A smug smile crossed his lips. “I knew it. I knew you were ripe.”

Her radar sounded a volley of warnings. “Ripe? What do you mean
ripe?

“Your biological clock’s alarm is ringing, baby. You’re looking for a guy to settle down with.”

“I am? Gee, that’s news to me. Didn’t even realize my
clock
had an alarm. Sure it’s not your cell phone or something?”

Since he just kept talking, he was obviously too stupid to get sarcasm. “I’m your guy.”

Not even close
. Because if she really was ready to settle down, it would be with two guys—two guys who made Martin look like chopped liver. “Goodnight, Martin.” She tried to push him gently back again.

Evidently he was too stupid for subtlety as well. “C’mon, Tracey. Let’s go upstairs.”

“No, thank you. I’m exhausted. I’ve got a long day tomorrow and—”

He leaned in to try to kiss her. Tracey turned her head so all he did was slobber on her cheek. Tossing her a disgruntled frown, he said, “You won’t do better than me.”

“Excuse me?”

“At your age, you won’t do—”

She’d heard enough, shoving him back hard with both hands before he even finished his ridiculous statement. Everything inside her wanted to scream at him that she wasn’t desperate, that her age didn’t matter. That two of the hottest guys in the world had been waiting for her—there for the taking—if only she would have found the courage to be with them.

Ben and Corey didn’t care that she was forty-one. They didn’t care that she wasn’t mother material. And they didn’t care that she worked sixty-hours a week.

Leaving Martin stuttering, she went inside and slammed the door.

* * * *

“Will you calm down?” Ben said, opening the door to let him and Corey inside his apartment. In another week, the new condo would be theirs—the condo they hoped would be home. The condo they wanted to use to lure Tracey back to their sides.

“I’d like to, but I keep seeing that guy with his hands on Tracey’s ass. You know, I’m not usually the type of guy who takes a swing at someone, but…” Corey rubbed his fisted right hand with his left fingers.

“You would have taken a swing at
him
, right?”

A nod as Corey released his fist. “I couldn’t stand that he might touch her.”

“I felt the same way. Patience, hon,” Ben cautioned. “We have to let her figure this out.”

Corey raised his eyes to meet Ben’s. The pain there was plain. “What if she never figures it out?”

He crossed over to fold Corey in his arms. Even though they were close to the same size, it always felt like Ben was the stronger one in the relationship. Corey had always been emotional, tenderhearted, and easily bruised. An artist through and through. Ben hugged him hard. “She’s a smart cookie, our Trace. She
will
figure it out.” Pulling back, he kissed Corey hard. “And we’ll always have each other.”

Evidently, Corey needed to be touched tonight, because he pressed his lips against Ben’s again, pushing his tongue into his mouth while he ground his pelvis against Ben’s hardening cock. That was fine with Ben, because he needed to be touched tonight too. They both felt Tracey’s absence in their hearts, their minds, and their bodies. Despite just one glorious night together, they knew she belonged with them. Until they could convince her of that, they’d cope by enjoying each other.

“I need you to fuck me,” Corey said when he tore his lips away. His hands were already undoing the front of Ben’s pants.

“Well, then…who am I to deny the man I love?” His fingers scrambled over the buttons on the front of his shirt and he toed off his shoes as Corey helped him out of his pants. Stripped down to his tight briefs, Ben returned the favor as he undressed Corey.

The man was not only an artist, he was a work of art. Dark and masculine everywhere. Brown eyes. Black-brown hair. A chiseled body decorated with hair in all the right places. Just furry enough to make Ben’s mouth water. While Corey kicked his shoes and pants aside, Ben reached inside his plaid boxers to free his thick cock, tracing the veins with his fingertips before touching the pre-cum easing from the tip. “I love your dick.”

Corey ran his hand the length of Ben’s shaft. “Yours is pretty awesome too.”

They kissed again, slowly walking their way to the bedroom. Damn, but Corey knew how to kiss—just the right amount of tongue. When they reached the bed, Ben finally ended the kiss and turned Corey in his arms. “You’re getting that pretty little ass of yours fucked tonight.”

“Shit, I hope so,” Corey replied as he crawled on all fours to the middle of the bed.

“I love it when you let me have my way,” Ben said with a chuckle as he grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand. As he worked some over his cock, he moved closer to Corey. Then he smeared some lube on his fingers and rubbed it against the tight little hole Corey was wiggling at him, the round cheeks of his perfect ass spreading in invitation.

Corey moaned when Ben’s finger penetrated him. “You know the spot,” Corey said, rocking back.

“Damn right, I do.” He pulled his finger out, then pushed two back into Corey while he stroked until he found Corey’s sweet spot.

“Oh, fuck.” Rocking back against Ben’s fingers, Corey started to pant. “That feels fantastic.”

It was hard holding back, but Ben wanted to be sure Corey was close before he fucked him. Once he got his dick inside Corey, he knew he wouldn’t last long. He wanted to bring Corey right to the edge before he possessed him.

Another moan rose from his lover. “Now, Ben. Please.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. Once he pulled his fingers out, Ben positioned himself behind Corey and nudged his anus with the head of his cock, circling the little hole in a tease he knew wouldn’t last long. Emotions were running high, so he knew Corey wouldn’t last long, either. “Ready?”

“Past ready.” He rocked back one more time. “Do it.”

As Ben eased inside him past the tight ring of muscle, Corey pushed back hard, impaling himself until Ben’s balls slapped against his. “I love it when you do that.”

“Means I’m fucking you,” Corey said before he moaned when Ben pulled almost out of him and then thrust back inside.

The rhythm was fast. Rough. Wonderful. As Ben slammed into his lover again and again, Corey’s hand moved to his own cock. He stroked himself, obviously as ready to reach climax as Ben was.

They came together, Ben buried balls deep in Corey while Corey groaned and spent himself on the sheets. It was a marvelous feeling to know he’d brought his lover as much pleasure as Corey had brought him.

But just behind Ben’s sated contentment was a sense that they were incomplete without Tracey. And he knew Corey felt the same when he headed to the bathroom instead of wanting time to cuddle.

If she didn’t figure out soon how much she needed them—and how much they needed her—they would have to start the full-court press.

Because every day without her felt empty.

Chapter 7

Two weeks later…

“Good morning,” Tracey said as she slipped out of her coat and hung it on the brass coat tree. “Are we ready to meet with Decadent Confections again this afternoon?”

Corey glanced up from where he was sketching on his draft table. “Hi, Trace. Ready as we’ll ever be.”

“Where’s Ben?”

“He’ll be here shortly. Since you’re running a little late, figured he’d do a donut run. What with D.C. coming today, we both thought you could use a sugar buzz.”

“You did?”

His soft chuckle floated across the room. “Think we didn’t notice the drawer full of Ding Dongs and Zingers?”

Her guys didn’t miss much, even though she’d tried hard to hide her carbohydrate addiction. “I hope he remembers—”

“The toasted-coconut ones. He’ll remember. Ben remembers
everything
about you.” He quietly added, “So do I.”

Just like Tracey remembered everything about
them
. She took a seat at her desk and stared at Corey, recalling what it was like to weave her fingers through that long, dark hair. Keeping her distance at the office had become next to impossible. Every time she saw Corey or Ben, images floated through her mind from their night in Indianapolis.

She’d been such a fool to walk away from all they had to offer. But how could she possibly accept their suggestion that they continue their threesome? This was the real world. A sweaty romp in the sack while they were on a business trip might be chalked up to alcohol and curiosity. How could she ever explain to anyone that she was in love with two men—two much younger men? She’d become a laughingstock. No client would ever want to work with her or her Dream Team again.

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