Their Twisted Love (The Twisted Mosaic - Book 2) (13 page)

His laugh tickled that treacherous spot where my neck met my
shoulder, sending rebellious thrills down my spine. I melted back against him
as he nibbled my skin.

"You'll fuck me." He caressed my breast, sneaking
his fingers into my bra cup and teasing my nipple.

I fished his hand out of my cleavage and turned around.
"Maybe we should try to do it right this time, wait until—"

His mouth closed on mine. He grabbed my ass with both hands
and yanked me against his bulging erection. "Does it feel like I want to
wait?"

Feels like he could break the door down with that thing
if I don't find my key.
"But we should...."

"Should what? Try to keep our hands off each other for
months? You didn't have much luck with that before."

"Asshole."

He took a step back and held up his hands. "If you want
me to play nice, I will. I need to treat you better, so if that's what it
takes...." He straightened his tie and adjusted his pants.

"You're willing to wait?"

He ran his hand through his hair and nodded. "Yeah.
Whatever you need." He put his hands on my shoulders, leaned forward and
kissed my forehead.

I could love him.
Giggles bubbled up inside me as I
realized how stupid.... "What am I, nuts? Waiting would never work with
you
."
I grabbed his collar with both hands, and he fell into me, crushing me against
the door as I kissed him. Not on the forehead; not a sweet goodnight peck on
the cheek, but a fuck-me-in-a-public-hallway mouth molesting.

I groped his crotch and he gripped my thighs. My skirt slid
above my lace-topped stockings, and he unhooked a garter with one hand.
"Nice skills," I panted on his neck.

"The best." He unzipped my dress and caught the
strap as it slid down my arm, holding it over my breast as a gaping couple
walked by. "Where's your Goddamn key?"

I unsnapped my purse and he grabbed the card and jammed it
in the lock. In one swift motion, he opened the door and dragged me inside. I
let my dress fall to the floor as he stripped his jacket off and flung it
across the room. His belt, his pants, his tie, and his shirt all disappeared
and he stood naked before me, his chest heaving while he stroked his erection
and stared at me.

I took an involuntary step back against the wall, knowing
he'd stalk me and trap me. My heart hammered, but he waited.

He moved close, and I felt his cock hit my stomach as he
raised his hand and ran his fingers along my bra cups. Then they trailed down
my ribs, over my hip and across my thigh, finally curling under the lace
between my legs and ripping it apart with one vicious pull.

"Oh God!" I cried out as he rammed his cock into
me. He wrapped my leg around his waist and pounded my dripping pussy, lifting
me up as I clung to his shoulders. I came in a crashing avalanche, tumbling
head over heels while he held me, still driving that relentless cock.

When I regained my senses, I was on the floor, flat on my
back while he stripped me. He shredded my stockings. Half of the garter belt
hung from the TV and the other piece landed on the bed. I had no idea what had
happened to my bra.

Alex lay between my legs, his bangs brushing my skin as he
softly kissed my thighs, mumbling words both sweet and dirty. "Mmm... such
a yummy cunt. I could eat you all night. Dessert. That's what I need."

I watched him nibble and lick, his tongue flickering in and
out of my pink flesh. His nose brushed my clit as he thrust his tongue inside.
A harsh moan escaped him, vibrating my entire body, starting at the core. I
leaned up on my elbows and rolled my nipples between my fingers. His mouth
plundered my pussy; lips, tongue, and even teeth battered my aching flesh.
Tremors threatened to knock me down, but I wanted to see what he was doing to
me. His tongue flitted over my clit and then his lips sucked it in. "Oh
yes."

And then he looked up at me, his eyes hot and glazed as if
he had no control over his mouth—and didn't care. I came staring into his
scorching eyes. "Oh yes!" The inferno swept me to the floor where I
lay helpless as he crawled over top of me.

"Yes, darlin'?" Alex kissed his way up my body,
nipping my quivering abs, sucking my throbbing nipples. He pushed my thighs
apart with his knees and sank into my clenching pussy. "Do you know how
good it feels to hear you say that?"

I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled him down
for a kiss. "How good does hearing this feel?" I pushed him back so
he could see the words on my lips. "Fuck me, Alex."

He grinned.

"Fuck me, please."

He groaned and wrapped his arms around me, lifting my ass up
and driving down hard and fast. He lost control and his cock slipped out,
rubbing against my clit as he pushed back in.

Oh God.
I wanted both. Hard, hot cock in my cunt and
wet, slippery contact on my clit. I wanted both Alex and Will. I recalled that
encounter, but the memory wasn't enough. How could I tell him what I wanted?
Did I dare?

"Do you remember that night...?" I wouldn't say
Will's name. "One man fucking me, and the other licking me...."
Too
vague. Would he understand?

"I remember." He pulled out and stroked his wet
cock over my clit and then he thrust back in.

"Oh yes. I want that again. There's nothing else like
it. I... oh!"

He sat up on his knees, licked two fingers and circled them
on my screaming bud while he fucked me. "I can give you everything you
want."

So close!
I spread my legs as far as they'd go. The
scent of sweat and sex assaulted me. He bent over and tried to lick my pussy,
but obviously it was impossible. He stuffed his fingers in his mouth again and
stroked me, fucked me until I came, trapping his hips between my thighs.

"So close."

He leaned over me and kissed my breasts, his cock still
hard, still thrusting. "I
will
give you everything you want."
And then he exploded, pounding into me with a mission, with a purpose.

We lay tangled on the floor, just two of us, as he stirred
and kissed my cheek. "Can I stay with you tonight?"

"I thought you never asked permission."

He smiled and caressed my hair. "Trying to do this
right."

"Thank you." I kissed his sweet lips and snuggled
into his strong chest.

His body stiffened. "Um. Are you gonna let me sleep in
the bed?"

"Oh." Cuddling with him felt so good, I didn't
care where we slept. "Yeah. Come on." I helped him up, and we pulled
back the covers.

He tossed half my garter belt at me. "Nice touch."

"Remind me never to buy expensive lingerie before I go
out with you."

He laughed as he pulled me into bed with him, and we both
let out a big sigh. "What was that about?"

I rolled on my side and circled my fingers on his chest.
"Playing nice was... nice."

"The sex was hot."

"Oh definitely. I know we had a good night when I can't
wear my underwear again."

"So... what's missing?"

Another guy? Will? Something else?
"We're both
single. Maybe losing the fear of getting caught dialed down the nasty."

"Maybe."

A lump formed in my throat and my eyes stung. "What do
we do now? Is the chemistry gone?"

Alex laughed and slipped his hand under the covers,
fingering the wetness between my legs. "Never. Next time, we play
dirty."

But how dirty can it get with just two of us?

"So close." Does Talia know she said that out
loud?

Neither one of us liked playing nice. It just wasn't our
thing. I knew exactly what Talia was missing, but couldn't give it to her. Not
exactly.

She missed Will.

Will and I were getting along fine, almost friends again,
but adding him back into the mix now would destroy the unstable relationships I
had with both of them. Maybe I could give her another man, though—as long they
included me.

We went out for dinner again, this time to a sports bar
across the street from Coors Field. Comfortable, casual, fun. No pressure to be
perfect.

"Those fried mushrooms were yummy." Talia popped
the last one in her mouth. "So hard to find these days."

"I never knew about your obsession with
mushrooms." I stole the pickle she'd picked off her burger.

"That's because you don't cook. Will put them in
everything he made for me. I was so spoiled."

"Uh-huh." I picked up my beer mug to hide my
scowl.

She looked at me and winced. "Sorry."

Whether I liked it or not, we couldn't escape Will. "No
apologies. You still care about him. I do, too. He's our friend. We gotta get
over our fear of talking about him."

She nodded. "Okay."

The waitress walked by, setting a full beer on the table and
picking up the empty mug in one smooth motion. She never noticed the awkward
pause in our conversation.

Talia started. "We should—"

"Maybe I—what?"

A nervous giggle escaped her lips. "We should... all
three of us... go out for a beer sometime. Just to talk."

I drowned my nasty retort in a long swig and shook my head.
"Too soon. You and I need to learn to 'just talk' before we include
him."

She smiled. "Okay. I hope we get there someday."

Us just talking or including him?
Pretty sure I knew
the answer to that question so I didn't ask. "Maybe I should learn how to
cook... spoil you a little."

She laughed so hard the family two tables over turned their
heads and whispered. "I can
not
imagine you in a kitchen
unsupervised."

"I'm not that bad."

"Remember the time Will made... what was it? Parmesan
chicken."

"That was
not
my fault."

She snorted. "He asked you to cook the spaghetti, and
you dumped it all in the pot... without any water."

"He never said
how
he wanted it cooked."

"His place smelled like burnt pasta for days." She
fell back against the chair, laughing.

"Okay, so cooking for you is not an option."

"Nope. You'll have to find another way to spoil
me."

I reached for her hand and squeezed her fingers as she
leaned over the table. "With pleasure."

She kissed me quick. "Listen to us just talking."

I smiled and pulled her closer to me. "Yeah. Not too
bad." The tables around us were starting to clear, so I threaded my
fingers through hers. "We need to do more of this talking stuff."

Her hand slid up my thigh under the table.
"Mm-hm." She closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss, but when I
pecked her cheek, she blinked at me. "Oh. You mean now?"

"The other night...." My mouth went dry so I took
a long drink.
Damn it. I practiced this.
"You said we were
so
close
."

"Close...." Her eyes clouded over and then she
gasped. "I said that out loud? I didn't mean—"

"It's okay. I know what you meant." I held both
her hands in mine. "And I promised to give you everything you
wanted."

Her eyes grew wide. "You did?"

I caressed her flushed cheek and smiled. "Yes."

"But I want...." She pulled her hands from mine
and waved me off. "Wait, we're still new to this. Are we talking about the
same thing?"

"No, but I have an alternative."

She twisted her hair around her finger and shook her head.
"Now I'm really confused."

The waitress walked by and dropped our check on the table. I
stared at the numbers, calculating the tip while Talia fidgeted.

Be straight with her, damn it.
"I know you want
another threesome, and I know you want Will to be the other guy."

Her hair went limp around her finger. "Yes. Damn it, am
I that easy to read?"

"Yes, you are."

She covered her blushing face with her hands and scooted
back.

"Come here. Listen to me." I pulled her close and
kissed her firm lips until she melted. "I can't give you Will, but I can
give you another man."

"With you? I don't want anyone else... without
you."

"That's the catch. It has to be three of us together or
not at all."

"Okay. But why?"

Because I want you to be happy.
"Because we like
playing dirty."

She squirmed in her seat and bit her lip. "Hell
yeah."

"So let's talk about this... make some plans."

"But won't planning take all the fun out if it?"

"Well, your pulse is racing, your breasts are heaving,
and I'll bet your panties are wet."

"You win."

I leaned close and whispered in her ear. "My dick is
getting hard."

Her fingers crawled across my thigh and fiddled with my
zipper. "Let's make some plans."

"Somewhere else." I tossed some cash on the table
and got her out of there.

I drove back to her hotel, but parked my truck in a dark
corner behind the building. "Com'ere."

She slid over and I moved out from behind the steering
wheel. Talia straddled my lap while I ran my hands up her back and into her
hair, pulling her down for a kiss. Her tongue played in my mouth while she
bunched my shirt up from the bottom.

I unzipped her jeans and tried to get my fingers into her
pussy, but there was no room to move. "Take them off."

She slipped off me and wriggled out of those tight jeans,
taking her panties with them. Then she resumed her position on my lap.

"Much better."

She sighed while I stroked her. "Didn't we have
something to talk about?"

Talk? She expects me to talk?
"Oh...
threesome."

"Mmm... yes." She moaned as I slipped two fingers
inside her and stroked her clit with my thumb.

"So should we do it with another guy or another girl?"
I'd already decided on another guy, but if Talia was open to a bisexual
experience, I'd be all for it.