Three to Tango (17 page)

You want her,
Shay told himself.
That much there’s no doubt about.

College changed people. This might be his last chance to hold her.

“Come on,” he said, arms out in invitation, his voice as light as he could make it with his heart thumping in his throat. “You’ve danced with me before.”

It was true. They’d been each other’s back-up partners for school dances when, for whatever reason, one of them couldn’t get a date. Shay had never told her he always made sure he couldn’t get one if she was in that boat. Even before his crush had gotten this ferocious, she’d been more fun to take.

“Fine,” she surrendered. “You can have a good-bye dance, too.”

He knew she sensed the difference in him the second he wrapped her close. He’d always been careful not to betray himself around her. Now he really held her, not tightly but not like a friend, either. She tensed when she felt the hardness between his legs, the ache he couldn’t keep from nudging her with. Though her hands came up to his chest, they didn’t push him away.

“Easy,” he whispered next to her ear. “You know I won’t hurt you.”

She tipped her head back to look at him. “Are you stoned, too?”

“No. I’m just doing what I’ve wanted for a long time.”

Her breath caught inside her throat. “Shay …”

“Don’t be sorry for me,” he said.

Her soft, rosy lips were parted, and it seemed the most inevitable thing in the world that he should kiss her. Again she stiffened, but just a little. He couldn’t let her be scared off. His hand came up to cup the back of her curly head. He was so gentle his tongue barely brushed hers inside her mouth.

And then the most amazing thing happened.

She kissed him back. The stiffness in her muscles melted, just gave way like maybe Shay wasn’t the only one who was tired of trying to want only what he should. With a hum that set fire to his bloodstream, she stretched onto her toes and curled her hands behind his shoulders. Shay’s whole body sang with desire. She was showing no hesitation. Her tongue was pushing back at his, stroking his, her breasts crushed against his chest. He turned his head and dove deeper, groaning at how good she tasted. He wanted to say her name, but he’d have to stop kissing her for that.

She made the same hungry noise she’d uttered for Liam.

It killed everything inside him that could have reined him in. He turned his head and sucked her sweetness savagely into him. His hand fumbled with the metal that held her right overall strap in place. The denim fell and he cupped her fullness, her nipple a hard, hot pebble against his palm. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She’d come here bare beneath that tight T-shirt.

“Chel.” He groaned, and dropped his mouth to lick and suck the pulsing peak through the thin cotton.

Her head fell back, her hands fisted near his spine to urge him closer. Her body was shuddering, like maybe she was going to come or just wanted to a whole lot. He unhooked the other strap and changed breasts, using his teeth to catch the part of her no sane man could have resisted. She must have been really sensitive. The gentle bite caused her to suck a breath as well as shudder. Maybe she wanted to have the same effect on him. Her palms cruised down his back to mold around his butt, her slender fingers actually pushing between his thighs from behind. The caress was so bold he had to grind his hips against her. Chelsea didn’t seem to mind. She was shoving just as eagerly back at him.

They must have made a picture, the way they were wrestling to get closer. Springs creaked from what seemed like a long distance.

“You two are something,” Liam said from the couch. “I could watch you go at that all night.”

He was buzzed for sure, and maybe Shay was, too, if he could forget himself this much in front of Liam.

The spell was broken, though Shay doubted this was what Liam meant to do. Chelsea pushed back from him awkwardly. Her cheeks were scarlet, her hair a crazy halo around her head, at least half of it escaped from her ponytail. Her kiss-bruised lips were the most delicious vision he’d ever seen, even if she was biting them. Shay touched her face to soothe her. She stepped farther away even as he did.

“I think I need a beer,” she said, trying to make a joke of it.

“Nuh-uh,” Liam contradicted. “You don’t want our mom praying for you, too.”

She’d been looking at Shay, but now she turned to Liam. “You know it’s you I want to be kissing.”

Liam’s face darkened, his jaw muscles clenching beneath the flush. Shay recognized his best stubborn look. “You liked Shay’s kisses fine a minute ago.”

“Damn it, Liam.”

She actually stamped her foot, which—under any other circumstances—both guys would have thought was hilarious. Under this circumstance, it caused Liam’s eyes to narrow and the back of Shay’s neck to tense.

“I’ll make you a deal, squirt. One kiss for me and one kiss for him. Shay deserves as good a chance as you’ve given me.”

“You’re crazy.” She didn’t sound completely sure of this.

Liam shrugged at her. “Most girls would love the idea of having two big strong Irishmen after them.”

It was Chelsea’s turn to slit her eyes, a smoky darkness entering them. “You think I won’t do it.”

“Maybe I hope you will.” Liam’s grin was smug: the experienced older man who always knew better than she did. Shay’s heart abruptly tripped faster. Chelsea found few things more infuriating than that superior attitude. He just
knew
she would say yes.

When she tossed her head, the rest of her curls sprang free. She used her fingers to massage her scalp. The way this stretched her body was incredibly sexy—maybe more than Liam was prepared for. With her own smug smile, Chelsea wriggled her half-undone shortalls down her hips. They’d seen her legs in swimsuits—modest one-pieces, usually. Her taut, long muscles were still a treat. While Liam’s jaw dropped, she toed off her orange Keds. Her tiny panties were light blue satin with lace trimming.

Bart looked totally X-rated with her nipples poking out behind him.

“Lose the shirt,” Shay said, the words grating from him harsh and unplanned.

Chelsea’s eyes came to his. What they held, he couldn’t have said, only that it excited him. Something had changed when she kissed him, or maybe just came out of hiding. Sweat began to trickle to the small of his back. She crossed her arms to grip the hem and peel it over her head. She tossed the top at Liam, who was almost too stunned to catch it. Shay wasn’t sure he’d ever swallow again.

Her rack was totally prime, full and perky, like something out of a magazine. It made his cock hurt to look at it.

“Remember, you asked for this,” she said.

Then she was striding to Liam in socks and panties, the strut drawing their gaze away from her bouncing breasts for a few seconds. Shay hadn’t known she’d had this in her; she wasn’t exactly a femme fatale. Obviously, that wasn’t holding her back tonight. She straddled Liam, one knee to either side of his thighs. His hands found her hips as if they couldn’t decide where it was safe to settle. Shay saw his battered fingers squeeze convulsively on her flesh. She looked so little being held in those paws that the contrast tugged a shiver straight up his spine.

“Do you
really
want this?” she asked.

Her voice was breathy, but Liam’s was just plain gone. He nodded, wide-eyed, and then—almost without transition—their lips were fused in the deepest, most desperate kiss Shay had ever seen.

He had to move closer. Watching what they were doing was like being teased with the meaning of life itself—too good to miss out on. With a grunt of hunger, Liam tugged Chelsea’s hips down, plastering her groin to his. Immediately, they started writhing like they’d screw each other straight through their clothes. Liam’s hands kept shifting between her breasts and the scraps of blue satin on her butt—an understandable conflict. When Shay reached the couch—having been drawn there like a sleepwalker—he sank to the cushion next to Liam, one leg folded beneath his weight.

Chelsea’s hand stopped groping Liam to grab Shay’s knee.

Shay must have gone a little crazy. Liam was kissing Chelsea like he’d hoover out her tonsils, and she wasn’t much better. He should have been hurt or jealous or—hell—just polite enough to leave them alone. Instead, he took her hand from his knee to wrap it as tightly as he could around his insane hard-on. His prick was so long her grip barely covered it.

A second later, he didn’t care. Her thumb began to rub a fiery course along the side of the straining ridge, the firmness of the pressure causing his eyes to cross. The intense sensations nearly took his head off. Desperate for that not to happen, Shay made a sound like a throttled cat. Caught in his own struggle, Liam tore his mouth free at the same time.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped. “I want to take you so bad. I’m sorry, but I can’t help it.”

His big tanned hands were covering her breasts again, massaging her rhythmically. The way she wriggled said how much she liked that.

“Why should you help it?” she gasped back.

Liam cursed, understanding the full permission she was implying. He shifted underneath her, wincing as his stretched-out zipper strafed the crotch of her blue panties. Shay stared at the wet spot where the cloth clung between her folds, then at how huge Liam was. Given how mesmerizing these things were, the added weight that settled on his dick took a moment to register.

“This is why,” Liam said.

He’d put his hand over Chelsea’s, his long, broad hold neatly swallowing hers. If Shay thought he’d been in danger of losing it before, that was nothing to the warnings that streaked through his nerves now. His two favorite people were cupping him, and he was panting like a dog for air. He had to have grown an inch in two seconds.

Chelsea’s grip tightened under Liam’s. It felt so good he wanted to cry.

“You think you can’t want me because he does?”

Shay almost didn’t recognize her voice, it was that husky. She was breathing harder. Liam was, too, if it came to that.

“He’s Shay,” he said simply.

“What if—?” Chelsea cleared her throat and started over. “What if I let you both have me?”

“Yes,” Shay said before Liam could do more than goggle. “That’s okay with me if it is with you.”

“Yes,” Chelsea seconded, her gaze focused like a laser on Liam’s. “Say yes, Liam. This is what I want as my good-bye present.”

Liam’s eyes cut to Shay. “This won’t hurt your feelings?”

How could Shay explain how much he wanted exactly this, how it was a fantasy he hadn’t dared to admit he had? He shook his head, then ran his fingertips across Chelsea’s bare shoulders. Her skin was silk, and she closed her eyes at the soft caress. Watching, Liam’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “We can both help her enjoy it.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive.” Shay rose, drawing a light grip down Chelsea’s arm until he caught her wrist. She let him tug her off Liam and onto her feet. Her wide-eyed gaze made him suddenly feel assured. “I’m going to finish taking your clothes off now.”

He peeled off her socks and panties, the soaked state of the latter a thrill he kept to himself. Girls could be weird about those things. He was on his knees, and Chelsea tentatively stroked his black hair. That one touch was enough to give him chills. He knew without question what he wanted to do next.

“Hold her for me,” he said to Liam.

Shay turned Chelsea by the hips until her back was to Liam’s chest. As soon as Liam’s arms were there to catch her, he urged her gently onto his lap.

“Don’t be shy,” he said, his hands exerting a soft but insistent pressure on her reluctant knees. Though she made a little noise of protest, he soon had her legs sprawled wide around Liam’s thighs. The chance to stare at her pussy tempted, but instead he gazed more directly into her eyes than he’d ever gazed into anyone’s. “I like doing this,” he said to her doubting face. “I want to go down on you.”

“You sure you know what you’re doing?” Liam asked dubiously.

Shay ran his thumbs up the wet channels of her folds, delighted to find her twitching under the stroke. Chelsea was hot in more ways than one. “I might have a crush on her, but I haven’t been living like a monk.”

He grinned at how her eyes rounded at him, then put his mouth where his money was.

She’d been squirming already, but at the first tug of oral suction, she jerked her hips toward his mouth and moaned. Liam wrapped his arms around her, his strength letting her thrash as much as she liked. Loving that they could make her do this, Shay held her knees wide and went to town.

Her clit was a little berry he could suckle against his tongue. He flicked the point all around it until he discovered her hottest spot. Apparently, it was a good one. She went wilder than any girl he’d done this to before.

“Wow,” Liam said as he struggled to hold her. “Remind me not to underestimate your skills.”

It wasn’t just Shay’s skills; it was Chelsea’s natural responsiveness. Thirty seconds later, she bowed hard and groaned in orgasm. Shay felt as happy as if she’d given him a gift, joy bubbling up in him.

“Do it again,” he whispered against her quivering thigh.

The next time took at least two minutes, but her climax was way stronger and her hands knotted in his hair enough to cause pain. When he looked up her body, Liam’s fingertips were pinching her very red nipples out. Shay was pretty sure he’d timed the pressure to match her shooting over the edge. It was weirdly satisfying to know they’d both paid attention to what she liked.

“Geez,” Chelsea breathed, her eyelids fluttering open. Still riding the glow, her gaze took a moment to focus on Shay’s face. He had both thumbs curled into the first inch of her pussy, stretching the passage just a little to keep her aware of what she was feeling there. She was wet enough to trickle creamy heat over him.

He didn’t think he could have described how incredible she smelled.

“I’d give you another climax,” he said, his voice as growly as a rock singer’s, “but I think you’d rather have Liam inside you now.”

Her lips fell open. For a second, he thought she might deny it. The idea that she’d consider letting Shay have her first meant more to him than she’d ever know. She blinked and craned her head back at Liam.