With Me In Seattle: Bundle Two (61 page)

I feel him push his shorts down his thighs as his lips return to mine. His tongue is sliding over mine in long, smooth strokes, intoxicating me. God, he can fucking kiss.

The head of his cock is at my entrance, slipping through my slick folds.

“You’re so fucking wet.”

“You turn me on,” I reply and gasp as he pushes inside me, buried balls-deep. “Oh my God.”

“Kev was right, you’re so fucking tight,” he says through clenched teeth. “I can’t go slow, Bailey. I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Don’t go slow.” I shake my head against the table, lost in watching him try to reel in his control and failing horribly. It’s empowering to know that I do this to him. He pushes my legs back against my chest and braces himself on the backs of my thighs as he begins to pound in and out of me, thrusting hard, so deep inside me I don’t know where I end and he begins.

“So fucking amazing,” he growls and I know he’s close. He pushes me even farther into the table as he leans against me, holds himself inside and comes apart, grunting as he spills inside me, and as he rocks his pelvis against my clit, he pushes me over the edge with him.

Gasping for breath, he lifts me effortlessly into his arms and caries me, still inside me, to the small basement bathroom where he sets me on the vanity and leans his forehead against mine, his eyes closed, breathing me in.

“Amazing,” he repeats before kissing my forehead and pulling out gently. He wets a washcloth and washes me clean, then himself and lifts me back into his arms.

“You two are forever carrying me around,” I say with a grin. “What’s up with that?”

“We like having you in our arms, sweetheart.”

He turns out the lights, but instead of taking us upstairs to bed, he settles on one of the long, wide, soft couches and covers us with a blanket. I’m lying on him, as though he’s my bed.

“Is this okay?” he asks as he wraps those magical arms around me and holds me close.

“I’ve never been more comfortable.” I can feel him smile against my head as he presses a kiss there.

“Good.”

“Why are you awake? You should be exhausted. Do I have to remind you of the thirteen-hundred stairs you climbed today?”

“No, my body is reminding me enough.” He chuckles and drags his fingertips up and down my bare back under the blanket, sending shivers through me.

“Talk to me, Gray.”

He sighs and for a moment I think he’s going to refuse.

“I’ve had insomnia for years, Bailey. It seems to come with the job. Working so many different shifts, being up for long hours, affects some more than others. It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s a big deal, Gray. Your body needs to rest.”

“Hmm.” His heart is slow and steady against my ear. I can’t resist turning my head and pressing a soft kiss there, then nuzzling him with my cheek. “You’re a sweet woman, Bailey.”

Chapter Four

~Gray~

“You’re a quiet man, Gray.”

I chuckle and brush the soft blonde hair off her shoulder. “First let me ask you this: how do you feel? About what the three of us did?”

She stills and I can hear the wheels turning in that beautiful head of hers.

“I had a good time,” she replies truthfully.

“I’m glad. So did we.”

“Really?” She sounds surprised, making me frown.

“Of course.” I tilt her head back so I can look into her eyes. “Why wouldn’t we?”

“I’m not naïve, Gray. I know you guys went easy on me.”

Yes, sweet girl, we went easy on you. “There hasn’t been anything easy about you, sweetheart.”

“You know what I mean.” She lowers her head back to my chest and tightens her arms around my torso, clinging to me. God, she feels amazing, like she was made to fit against me, just like this.

I sigh and lay my lips on her head, breathing in her clean scent. “As long as we all have fun, it’s consensual and comfortable, respectful, who cares?”

She shrugs a shoulder, but I can tell she’s still uncomfortable.

“Bailey, we enjoyed the hell out of you, and plan to do so again. There was nothing wrong with what we did.”

“I don’t feel like it was wrong,” she replies quickly, making me smile. Fuck yes, she’s perfect for us.

“Then what’s bothering you?”

“I guess when I think of threesomes, it’s a lot more…”

“Okay, let’s get something straight,” I interrupt quietly. “You’re not a porn star or a hooker, Bailey, and we will never treat you that way. You’re precious and we care about you. We want to enjoy you, and we want for you to enjoy us. That’s all. So whatever form that takes when the three of us are together is exactly that: between the three of us. There are no preconceived notions about what it’s supposed to look or feel like.”

She sighs and kisses my chest again, making my dick stir. Jesus, all she has to do is breathe and I want her. Watching Kevin inside her as she sucked my cock was the best experience of my life. We’ve done dirtier, more erotic things with other women, but I can’t even remember them now. All I can see is Bailey. And being inside her on that pool table was just like sliding home.

“I like that,” she whispers.

“Good. But if you ever want to wear a sexy nurse costume with high heels and play doctor, I’m pretty sure we’ll be into it.”

“Of course,” she replies dryly. “How long have you known Kevin?” she asks, changing the subject.

“For as long as I can remember. We were next door neighbors growing up.”

“Oh, that’s cool. Did you get into all kinds of trouble together?”

“You have no idea,” I laugh as I think of us as young boys, running wild through the neighborhood.

“How long have you been…”

“Sharing women?” I finish for her and smile when she nods. “Since college. We dated normally through high school and even into college. Kevin had a girlfriend who wanted to try the threesome thing, so we did. We both knew that something felt like it was missing before, but we didn’t know what until that experience.”

“So you’ve always shared since then?” she asks softly.

“Usually. We have had sexual partners that we didn’t share, but that’s not often. Hell, we don’t share often either.”

“But you belong to the club,” she says in confusion.

“I was wondering if you knew about that,” I reply.

“People talk,” she says and jerks her shoulder in a shrug.

“We do.”

“So you’re into BDSM too?”

“No, not really.”

“Then why the club? You’re both hot, you can’t tell me that either of you have problems finding partners.”

I love that she’s so attracted to both of us, because God knows, we think she’s the sexiest woman on the face of the earth.

“Kevin has a tendency to be an exhibitionist, and there are usually like-minded people at the club.”

“Like minded as in threesomes or exhibitionists or both?”

“Both, I guess,” I rub my hands up and down her slender back.

“Oh.” I feel her frown against my chest, making me chuckle again.

“I’m more vanilla of the two of us.”

“Neither of you are vanilla,” she says with a smile in her sweet voice.

“I guess you’re right. Tell me about you. What are your tastes?”

She sighs deeply, as if I’ve just asked her to cure cancer.

“I haven’t ever been able to figure that out.”

“What do you mean?”

“Sex has always just been…
okay.
For a long time I hoped I was submissive so I could fit into that category.”

“There are no categories, sweetheart.”

“You know what I mean.”

“You’re no submissive.” I laugh at the thought of it. No, Bailey is no man’s submissive.

“No way,” she agrees with a chuckle. “But missionary sex is so boring. There has to be a happy medium, right?”

I give her a moment to process her thoughts, kissing her head and caressing her slender back.

“Is it weird that I like to be intimate with two men at once?” she wonders out loud.

“Clearly you’re asking the wrong person that question, sweetheart.” I snort and look down into laughing blue eyes. “I don’t think it’s weird at all.”

“Of course you don’t.”

“Does it feel weird to you?”

“No.” She frowns.

“What then?”

She looks like she’s going to say something, but she shakes her head and lays back down on me. “Nothing.”

I sigh as sleep weighs my eyelids down. Finally. My body is singing from the climb yesterday and the long hours being awake. Bailey’s breathing has evened out and I know she’s gone back to sleep.

I kiss her head, thankful that she’s here with us, and follow her into a dreamless slumber.

***

I wake to sunlight coming through the small windows of the basement and Bailey still sleeping soundly on my chest. I glance up to find Kevin leaning against the doorway, smiling smugly at us.

“I’m starting breakfast. No rush, man. Wake her up and enjoy her.”

“Thanks,” I whisper as he turns to leave. I brush the hair off Bailey’s face and kiss her forehead. “Wake up, sweetheart.”

“Mmmph,” she replies, making me grin. God, she’s adorable in the morning.

“Kevin’s making us breakfast, sweetheart.” She sighs and buries her face in my chest, takes a long, deep breath and wiggles against me, her small naked body moving against mine, making my hard cock even harder.

“You’re so hard,” she whispers.

“Every morning,” I agree with a wicked smile.

“Not that,” she laughs. “Well, yeah, that, but the rest of you too.”

“Was I uncomfortable?” I kiss her forehead and turn us carefully to the side, making sure she doesn’t fall.

“No, I haven’t slept that well in a long time.” She grins and kisses my chin. “Thanks for the talk. And the pool game.”

“My favorite way to play pool.” My smile fades as I watch her face.

“We didn’t use protection,” she whispers.

“Kev and I never go without protection, Bailey. Ever.”

“I’ve got the birth control under, well, control.” She smiles and buries her face in my chest again. “And I haven’t been with anyone in a couple years.”

“
Years
?” I ask in shock. Holy shit!
Years?
“How is that possible? You’re gorgeous and smart and sexy as fuck.”

She shrugs and hugs me tightly. “I just haven’t met anyone who interested me.”

“We are tested every year. We’re clean, sweetheart.”

“I wouldn’t be here if I thought otherwise.”

“Okay then.” I sniff loudly, the smell of bacon filling my nose. “Let’s go see what Kevin has cooking.”

***

~Bailey~

“This is where you live?” Kevin says with a scowl. They’ve just climbed out of Kevin’s car behind me. We picked my car up and they followed me home so I could pack a few things for the rest of the weekend. I look up at the old apartment building and bite my lip with a shrug.

“Yeah.”

Gray and Kevin share a look and cross their arms over their chests.

“What?” I ask in exasperation.

“This place is old, and it looks like it hasn’t been updated since the day it was built.”

“Which makes it cheap,” I agree and roll my eyes as I turn and lead them up to my small apartment. They’re right, I don’t exactly live at the Ritz. But it’s inexpensive and I’m hardly here anyway.

I lead them into my apartment and they both scan the inside.

“I don’t like this neighborhood,” Kevin says, his hands on his hips as Gray wanders through my space, looking under sinks and at my heating ducts.

“Then it’s a good thing you don’t live here,” I reply sassily and bat my eyes at him before walking into the bedroom to pack a bag. “What are we doing today?”

“We’re going out on the boat,” Gray says absentmindedly as he examines my heater in the bedroom. “You shouldn’t cover this vent with this desk.”

“There’s nowhere else to put the desk,” I search through my dresser for the new black bikini I bought last year.

“This is a fire trap,” Kevin calls from the other room. His voice is laced with disgust.

“It is not.” I roll my eyes and shove some jeans and a T-shirt into my bag. “It’s just old.”

“I’m the expert, princess,” Kevin says as he pokes his head around the doorjamb. “Trust me, this is a fire waiting to happen.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Move out of it,” Gray responds immediately, making me laugh.

“Right. That’s easy to do. This is what I can afford.”

“I know who your parents are,” Kevin says from the doorway where he’s leaning his shoulder, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah, so does most of the state of Washington.”

“How does a senator’s daughter live here?”

“The senator and his wife want very little to do with their daughter,” I reply honestly, my voice void of emotion. “It’s been that way since said daughter decided to flip off her law degree and organize charity events for a living. Such a disappointment. I don’t need their fucking money. I am not cold or hungry. I don’t need designer labels in my closet, guys. I’d rather donate the money to someone else who
is
cold and hungry.”

Kevin advances on me and pulls me into his arms for a big hug as Gray swears under his breath.

“Your parents are idiots,” Kevin whispers into my ear.

“On that we can agree.” I smile and shrug. “This is old news to me guys, so if you expect me to fall apart and cry delicately because my daddy refuses to buy me a designer handbag, you’re going to be disappointed.”

“Strong girl,” Gray says and kisses my head as Kevin continues to hold me close. “Finish gathering your things so we can go enjoy the boat.”

“What kind of boat do you have?” I’m thankful for the change of subject, but I can tell by the look that passes between the guys that it won’t be over forever.

“A sporty one that goes fast,” Kevin replies with a smile as he moves away from me so I can finish packing my bag.

***

~Kevin~

It’s the perfect day to be out on the boat. We launch her into the water and set out fast on the blue water of the sound, bouncing off the waves made by the ferries.