Three of Hearts (13 page)

But weirdly, as much as that would usually appeal to me, I found myself contemplating the next few days with dread. Alone in a quiet, empty house didn’t sound as nice as it usually did. God. I didn’t want Ben and Lucas to leave.

That night in Lucas’s big bed, I wanted to make things good between Ben and Lucas. I wanted to soften the rough edges between them, even though I didn’t know what was causing them. I wanted to show Ben that he was an equal part of this and I cared about him too.

We lay on our sides, with Ben in front of me and Lucas behind, Ben kissing me while Lucas opened his mouth on my shoulder. Lucas pressed closer, his erection rubbing against my ass. Ben drew my knee up to his hip, then pushed his cock between my thighs, just as Lucas did the same from behind. Lucas went still against me, his fingers tight on my hip. The air around us went hot and electric. My belly did a roll of lust that turned into a slow melting feeling deep inside me.

“Relax,” Ben murmured.

Was he talking to me . . . or to Lucas?

Lucas moved to roll away from me, but I reached a hand behind me to stop him. “No,” I whispered over my shoulder, shocked at my own daring. “Don’t leave. Want you here.”

After a short pause, he shifted back against me, and this time it was me—god, I don’t know where the boldness came from—who reached for his stiff prick and directed it back between my thighs. Sliding against Ben’s cock.

I was acting purely on instinct. I didn’t know if this was what they needed, or if this was going to make things worse between them. If it made things worse, they could blame me.

I felt the rumble of Ben’s low groan.

And Lucas’s sharp sigh against my hair.

Sandwiched between them, I felt safe, secure, and cared for.

Lucas’s arm slid beneath me, curved around, and banded across my upper chest. His tongue blazed over my shoulder. His other hand roamed over my body, his hips moving against me in slow, sweet thrusts, and the air was so thick and hot it was difficult for me to breathe. My pussy ached unbearably. I needed them inside me. But I needed
both
of them.

“Relax.” Ben’s voice was low and husky. This time I knew he was talking to me because my body had stiffened. “It’s okay, Haylee. It’ll be okay. Right, Lucas?”

I wasn’t so sure of that, but I wanted to go with it.

Lucas made a noise of agreement, his hips slowly rolling against me, his cock sliding along my pussy and Ben’s cock. “Right.”

Ben lowered his head to find one of my nipples with his mouth. He closed his lips around it and tugged gently. Oh dear god. Sensation rocketed through my body, fire licking through my veins. I felt myself get even wetter, and when Lucas moaned into my hair, I knew he too felt the increased lubrication on their thick rigid cocks. This was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced. Holy, holy bejeebus.

I stroked Lucas’s hip and thigh, rested my hand briefly there, then gripped his shoulder. The rhythm they’d found wasn’t working quite right. It wasn’t satisfying to any of us. I could tell, hot as it was. We needed to be closer. I tried to wriggle, but moving closer to one meant moving farther from the other.

Ben solved the problem by reaching over me and grabbing hold of Lucas, yanking him toward both of us.

Lucas grunted, but god, it was so good now. We were as close as we could be, the three of us rocking and rubbing against each other in a primal needy rhythm, all of us holding each other. Our bodies grew damp with sweat. Excitement rolled inside me. Friction on my clit started a buzz, a vague spiral of sensation. I needed more, so much more. “Please. Please.”

Lucas rubbed his face against my hair. “Wanna be fucked, babe?”

“Yes.” I managed to get the word out. “Yes. Both of you.”

His lips touched my shoulder again. “Ever done anal, Haylee?”

A hard shudder worked through me. “No.”

“You sure you wanna try that now?”

“No.” I was honest. “I don’t know what I want. I just need . . .”

“Yeah. We got it, sweetheart,” Ben murmured. “Fuck, we need condoms.”

“Got ’em.” Lucas rolled away, then back, and passed one to Ben. “Right here.”

I lay there trembling and panting while they gloved up. Then their hands moved on me, lifting my leg, shifting my hips. Lucas positioned himself behind me, pushing me against Ben’s body as he entered me. Ben held me, kissed me, stroked hair off my sweat-dampened face.

Then Ben took his turn, sliding in and out of my body with delicious pressure as Lucas dragged his tongue down the groove of my spine. I let out a soft cry of pleasure.

They continued to take turns, increasing the pace until it was one thrust each, in and out, their cocks meeting at my pussy each time. If I could have taken them both at the same time, I would have, but I knew it was impossible.

This was amazing and hot and wicked, but there was no way I was going to come like this.

“Guys,” I gasped. “I love this, but it’s not gonna do it for me.”

“Oh, babe.” Lucas nipped at my bottom lip. “Let’s fix that.”

At that moment, I was ready to try anal. It scared the hell out of me, but I longed so much for them both, hated the idea that one of them would be left out after the way we’d started. I was ready to say the words I never in my life thought I would:
please fuck my ass!

But they didn’t.

Ben moved away, letting Lucas stay inside me. He nudged Lucas and me so that Lucas was almost on his back, taking me with him. Lucas lifted my top thigh, and in a haze of carnal delight, I watched Ben shift his body on the bed so his mouth was at my pussy. As his tongue came out and touched my clit, my body jolted with an electric shock. “God,” I whispered, eyes closing.

Lucas cupped a breast while he began to slide in and out of me again in that beautiful rhythm. Ben’s mouth teased me, his lips suckling gently on my pussy folds, his tongue tracing around my clit. Yes . . . oh god, yes, this was what I needed, this was so perfect, Lucas inside me, Ben licking my clit with wicked strokes. Sensations twisted together, coalescing into a hot throb that built hotter, tighter. It rose inside me with shocking intensity.

Ben licked lower. Through my hot erotic daze, I felt his tongue circling my flesh right where Lucas entered me, and realized it must be licking over Lucas’s shaft as well. Lucas went taut behind me, his fingers tightening almost painfully on my thigh. He reared up from behind me to look at Ben. “What the fuck?”

Ben lifted his head from my pussy, leaving me throbbing into emptiness. I whimpered.

Ben gazed at Lucas, his lips wet, his breathing fast. Tension radiated off both of them as they stared at each other.

What?
What?
I was dazed, my vision blurry, my body buzzing with the need to come. “Don’t stop. Please.”

“Sorry, hon.” Ben flashed his white teeth, then dipped his head again to lick me. His tongue flattened over my clit with exquisite pressure. Lucas began to move in me again—I swore he was harder than ever, thick and throbbing. He came so fast, groaning his release behind me, and when Ben sucked my clit into his mouth, I shot up and over too, fire streaking through me, burning me up, leaving me limp and breathless.

Ben’s mouth had been on Lucas’s cock. I almost thought I could’ve imagined that, except for Lucas’s reaction. I didn’t know what to make of it. He’d seemed . . . shocked. But then he’d come so fast and so hard. He was still deep inside me. He gave a slow glide in and out, still hard, then he pulled out and rolled to his back.

Ben hadn’t come. I peered at him where he reclined on the bed, his hand stroking his erection, wearing the condom. “Now you. Please, Ben.”

I shifted my body so I was on my back beside Lucas, who let out a low groan.

“Think you can come again, hon?” Ben moved between my legs, hand on his cock.

“I’m not sure.” My body was still tingling from the last orgasm. I watched him move over me. “But I’m willing to give it a shot.”

Ben’s smile glimmered as he stroked the head of his cock through my folds. “Atta girl.”

Lucas rolled to his side to watch us. He caressed my breasts, my shoulder, turned my face to him for a kiss, then laid his palm on my abdomen as Ben pushed all the way into me.

My body tightened around him, squeezing on the fullness, the exquisite pressure. He held my thighs, his knees spread wide, and our gazes locked as he slid in and out in slow, lush strokes.

“Oh yeah.” The tingle built, warm and buzzy, spreading through my body in bigger and bigger waves. Lucas slid his hand down my belly and found my clit. My body jolted when he touched me there, my hips rolling to meet Ben’s deep thrusts.

Ben’s eyes went heavy lidded. His lips parted. “Beautiful. So beautiful, Haylee.”

I came again, this time slower and deeper, pleasure seeping all through my body. Ben gasped and groaned through his own release, his eyes closing, his hands gripping my thighs as he came in tight, pulsing jerks inside me.

I whispered my agreement. “Beautiful.”

Much later, I lay there in the dark between two big, hot bodies, thinking about how they’d touched me, how many times they’d made me come, with tongues and lips, fingers, and cocks, how many times they’d come too. Heated memories of their cocks between my legs, touching each other, Ben’s mouth on Lucas’s cock, had me warm and aching.

That might also be something that should freak me out, but even though I had a million questions bouncing around in my head, it didn’t. The three of us together had moved past the two of them and me. It had moved to the three of us as one sexual unit, and it felt only natural that they would touch each other too.

Was that what their other threesomes had been like? Honestly, I’d never thought about that. Not that I really liked to think much about them with another woman, but if I did, I figured those three-ways had been much like our first or second nights together. But perhaps not . . .

The idea of them touching each other in more ways than they had was so fucking hot, I think I nearly set the bed covers on fire. My body burned, and I slipped a hand down between my legs to where I ached. Again.

They clearly had feelings for each other. I mean, I’d always known that. But they were guys. They trash-talked and insulted each other. Lately that kidding around had taken on an edge: Lucas’s banter harsher, Ben snapping in response or retreating into silence.

There’d always been a mutual respect and certainly some kind of caring beneath the trash talk.

They cared about me too. We’d been friends, close friends, the three of us.

But it was all changing, there in our ménage bed, growing and morphing into something that was still friendship but . . . more. Something that was sexual but . . . more. The dynamics and tempo were changing like a song moving from verse to chorus. I just wasn’t sure how the song was going to end.

The next morning we slept late. When I eventually rolled out of bed naked, I did a full-body stretch with my arms above my head, then bent to pick up my panties from the floor where they’d landed last night. As I stood, I looked at the bed and saw both guys awake and watching me with hooded eyes and parted lips. Lust curled inside me, along with satisfaction that they liked what they saw. Only a week ago I would have been so self-conscious, but now I felt relaxed. Other than that tiny pinch because they were leaving for a week.

I slipped a big T-shirt over my head. “I’m gonna go for a run. Then I’ll shower back in my own room. I know you guys need to finish packing and get to the airport.” I resisted the urge to throw myself back into the bed and beg them not to leave.

In my room, I changed into leggings and a long-sleeved T-shirt, laced up my Nikes, and headed out. The weather was cool and overcast, and I peered up at the sky dubiously. I hated running in the rain. The forecast hadn’t called for precipitation, but the damp chill in the air told me it was likely. I’d only done about half a mile toward the golf course and the Cumberland River, along narrow, winding streets lined with sycamore and magnolia trees, when the drops started coming down, at first a few intermittent ones, then more and more.

Annoyed, I stopped, hands on my hips, and glared at the sky. More rain wet my face. Damn. I huffed out a frustrated breath, turned around, and headed back the way I’d come, toward home. By the time I got there, I was soaked and chilled.

I let myself into the house and took off my shoes so I didn’t track water all over the hardwood floors. I padded down the hall in my sock feet, then stripped off my wet clothes in my bathroom, pausing before I stepped into my shower. Lucas’s shower was amazing, a built-in tiled shower with multiple showerheads that poured water on you from every direction. The showerhead in the bathtub in my room worked, but after using Lucas’s the last couple of days, I realized how much warmer his was. And I was freezing.

So I grabbed my robe and went back to Lucas’s room where I’d left the guys a while ago. Hopefully Lucas wasn’t using the shower or, if he was, he wouldn’t mind if I used it too.

As I approached his room in my bare feet, I heard their voices, not yelling but definitely raised and terse.

Lucas was the loudest. “Or you could cut the bullshit and tell me what the fuck that was about!”