Bedfellows Page 5

  I'd been out with Will and Sullivan three or four times now, but somehow I knew tonight would be different. Sweet kisses on the front porch before they dropped me off and sent me in to bed wouldn't be the extent of my night. I could sense it, could feel it in the air around us. The snapping of electricity. The pulse of sexual tension. It was bound to unravel. And soon. I just didn't know who would make the first move.

  Sullivan joined us in the living room and handed me the glass of white wine. I accepted it and took a sip while he sat down on the other side of the couch—sandwiching me between them. I couldn't help but notice that neither of the men had a drink—yet I did. Something to calm my nerves, I supposed. With trembling fingers, I lifted the glass to my lips again and drank, more deeply this time, enjoying the crisp, sweet wine as it hit my tongue, and praying it would help relax me, because I'd never felt this keyed up in my entire life.

  Will told Sullivan about our date, bragging about what a great shot I was, about the little Italian bistro with live music we enjoyed for dinner. But when the small talk was done and the silence settled around us, my stomach clenched with nerves.

  “I'm sorry,” I blurted, finally, unable to stand the silence any longer. I leaned forward to set my wineglass down on the coffee table but couldn't quite reach. Sullivan took it and placed it there for me.

  “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he soothed.

  I was so on edge, I was almost ready to bolt—to leave now before I made a fool of myself. My hands were practically shaking. I drew a sharp inhale, trying to slow my ragged heartbeat. “This is just so far outside my comfort zone.”

  Sullivan moved closer to me on the couch. “Which means even more to us that you'd want to try. That you are here, with both of us.”

  Try. Wasn't that what I'd told myself? That I'd try it tonight—sort of as an experiment—and see how things went. But I already felt so confused and overwhelmed, I was ready to pull the plug on the entire evening. All that stuff I told Will on our date about my parents, about my family was true. I loved them with all my heart, we were extremely close-knit. But they were also very conservative in their beliefs, traditional through-and-through. They'd never accept me dating two men, and I'd never do anything to displease them.

  But then Sullivan's hand came to rest on my jaw, his fingers lightly tracing my pulse, and all of my thoughts scattered in a million new directions. As he turned my face toward his, I was met by a dark, stormy gaze. He placed a soft, damp kiss on my lips, and then another. Slowly, I felt myself begin to relax.

  “Nothing you can't handle, okay?” he murmured against my lips.

  I nodded, my eyelids heavy. I felt drunk—but it wasn't the two swallows of wine I'd had—I was drunk on the lust I felt for these two, tempting men.

  I wanted to know what Will thought about this—the man of few words—but instead, he stayed quiet, watching us, his gaze darkening as he did. It made my heart pound even faster to know he was watching us.

  I placed one last kiss against Sullivan's lips, and then pulled back. “So how does it all work? Assuming I want to spend the night. Do you guys like flip a coin, or…”

  At this, Will smiled and Sullivan let out a deep chuckle of laughter.

  “No, sweetheart,” Will said, moving closer to me on the couch, close enough that I could feel his body heat, smell his crisp, masculine cologne. Just having him near made my entire body clench in anticipation.

  While I licked my lips and waited for a reply, Will and Sullivan locked eyes and seemed to engage in an unspoken conversation that happened above my head, within a few heartbeat's time. God, they were so sexy. So infuriatingly sexy.

  “We've already discussed who will be the first inside you,” Sullivan said.

  Oh. This was news to me. My heartbeat hammered so fast and loud, I felt like I'd just run a marathon, or rather like I'd just sprinted the entire thing.

  But rather than fill me in on what they had discussed, Sullivan leaned in close and pressed his lips to mine. While we kissed, I felt Will move closer, and his mouth began pressing damp kisses along the back of my neck. It sent shivers racing down my spine.

  I wasn't sure what I had been expecting, but I had no idea it would feel like this. Two delicious, incredibly good-looking men kissing my lips, my neck, stroking my thighs, cupping my breasts… It was complete and total sensory overload. In the best way possible.

  “Still unsure about how this will work?” Sullivan asked.

  I opened my eyes, which now felt heavy.

  Will turned my face toward his and pressed one more kiss to my mouth before I could answer.

  “You want both of us, don't you?” he asked, stroking my cheek.

  Both of them kissing and fondling me? It was like a gateway drug to ménage. And the bastards knew it.

  “Yes,” I said, voice sounding more confident than I felt. I was flooded with so much sensation I could hardly form a coherent thought, much less put together an entire sentence.

  Sullivan rose and offered me his hand. I let him help me up from the couch and lead me down the hall. Will followed and when we entered his bedroom, with its massive bed, the butterflies in my stomach came rushing back.

  With the patience of saints, they undressed me, kissing and stroking each new inch of skin they exposed until I stood nearly bare between them, dressed only in a scrap of black lace that covered the needy spot between my legs.

  “Jesus, you're beautiful,” Will said, deep voice rasping over my skin like a soft caress. I felt more beautiful just then than I ever had before. With their lust-filled eyes appraising me, I felt like the most exquisite piece of priceless art. The feeling was addicting. Already, I didn't know how I'd ever go back to dating just one man at a time.

  Sullivan bent down, sliding my panties down my legs, and Will supported my weight as Sullivan helped me step out of them. With a steadying hand on his arm, I met Will's eyes. They were so dark and stormy, so captivating that I couldn't look away. Sullivan turned me to face him, steering me by the shoulders.

  “Relax,” he murmured, lips on my neck. “Let us take care of you.”

  I gave a breathless response and his lips were back on mine. But not to be left out, Will's large palms glided over my skin, fingertips tracing soft, featherlight touches along my shoulders, arms, and back.

  Suddenly, I wanted them every bit as exposed as I felt. Tugging at belt buckles, and fumbling with buttons, a feeling unlike anything I'd ever felt took hold. I pushed my hands into both of their jeans.

  Having a cock in each one of my hands…it should have felt weird, right?

  It didn't.

  Not even a little.

  I couldn't explain why, or what had come over me, but I wanted them both. Wanted to watch them lose control right along with me. Stroking each of them against my palm, I tested their weight.

  “Off,” I murmured. “Take them off.” I sounded breathless, and slightly out of control.

  Scratch that, a whole lot out of control.

  Will and Sullivan stopped kissing and caressing me long enough to pull their shirts off over their heads, and then jeans and boxers were pushed off and kicked out of the way.

  My throat felt tight and completely dry. I couldn't have formed a single, coherent thought if I tried.

  Because holy fuck.

  The carnal feast of skin and muscle and male flesh before me was completely overwhelming.

  Will was solid muscle from head to toe, with a patch of trimmed hair on his chest, and a thick erection that pointed up to the sky. Not to be outdone, Sullivan, the trimmer of the two, was nicely toned and with a six-pack of his own. His erection wasn't quite as thick, but it was longer, reaching almost all the way up to his belly button.

  I only had time to suck in a ragged inhale, and both men were on me again, kissing and stroking, and looking at me with wonder. Sullivan nuzzled against my breasts, his mouth leaving damp, sucking kisses all along my skin. Will cradled my jaw in his large hands, kissing me slowly, an
d deeply while watching my reactions. I couldn't help but feel this was some kind of test.

  Were they waiting for me to freak out? To call the whole thing off?

  My hands seemed to have a mind of their own, finding each man's hard length and giving a languid stroke up, and then back down as I adjusted to the size and feel of them in my fists.

  They were each so different, Sullivan shuddering like he was sensitive to my touch, and Will remaining stock-still, except for the leaking, little white drop on his tip.

  Will pressed his lips to my neck, whispering, “There's something incredibly sexy about a woman who can handle two men at the same time.”

  A hot shiver raced down my spine. I didn’t know this woman—hadn’t known this side of myself even existed.

  Will and Sullivan locked eyes for a moment and I wished I could tell what they were thinking in that moment.

  Things between the men didn't seem at all strange, which was somewhat surprising given that we were all naked. But it made me happy to know they weren't going to act weird or self-conscious. I had to keep reminding myself that this was their normal, even if it was totally outside my comfort zone.

  Sullivan's teeth grazed my nipple as he bit down playfully, and I let out a little yelp.

  Suddenly overwhelmed by everything that was happening so quickly, I swayed on my feet. And then someone was lifting me, carrying me over to the bed where I was placed carefully in the center.

  The size of Will's bed seemed to defy logic. I expected more awkward positioning, more jockeying for a spot, but there was none of that. There was just mouths moving, and tongues exploring, and fingers stroking, and oh my God—my body racing toward orgasm much faster than I ever expected.

  It felt like the sexual equivalent of winning a game of roulette in Las Vegas, my body was all flashing lights and dingdingdings. I was all kinds of lit up, and walking away now simply was not an option. Common sense ceased to exist, all the warnings Dani cautioned me about—poof, gone.

  Sullivan kissed a path down my belly and positioned himself between my legs, lapping at me eagerly while Will's deep, drugging kisses drowned out my cries of pleasure. Will took my hand in his, kissing my knuckles, and then placed it around his cock, where he used my hand to jack himself off. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. He kissed me, and nipped at my lips, and worked my hand up and down while I thrust a hand into Sullivan's hair, my hips squirming.

  Sullivan's tongue seemed to know the exact pace, the pressure I needed and moved with such precision. A few moments later, and he quickly brought me to orgasm with his mouth. My body pulsed with pleasure as the intense climax washed through me.

  With my heartbeat pounding in my throat, I barely had time to recover before Sullivan was moving to lie beside me. With one man on each side of me, I felt so cherished and adored. Their attention was dizzying.

  “An Adrienne sandwich,” Sullivan said, smiling at me.

  “My favorite kind,” Will murmured, lips at my throat again.

  I wasn't quite sure what to do next, but then Will's hand traveled down my belly while Sullivan stroked my skin lightly with the pads of his fingers.

  “Can you come again?” Sullivan asked.

  He was asking if I could come for Will.

  Despite having just reached a climax, my body begged for more.

  “Yes…” I whispered. I actually didn't know for sure—I wasn't a multiples type of girl, but I wanted to. For him. For them.

  Will knew exactly what he was doing, his fingers moving slowly at first, seeking out all the secret spots that made me tremble, before gaining confidence in what I liked best.

  A sexy, low growl tumbled from Will's parted lips as he watched my reactions to his touch.

  Unrelenting in his pursuit for my pleasure, his strokes shook me to my very core, body trembling, breasts bouncing with each firm thrust of his fingers inside me.

  Sullivan's large palm rested on my belly, admiring, watching as Will brought me to orgasm for a second time, using only his hand. The climax tore through me, leaving me breathless, panting, and trembling from head to toe.

  Drunk off the endorphins from a second powerful release, I was so boneless and sated that at first, I didn't even notice that both men were lying on either side of me yet again. When I was able to finally focus, I could see them communicating with an unspoken glance, the eye contact between them lasting several seconds as they seemed to make a game plan for what happened next.

  Will took my hand again, kissed the palm and placed it on his thick cock. Then Sullivan took my other hand and did the same, intertwining our fingers around his long, hot shaft.

  If I'd felt any pressure to perform before, that was all gone. Each man showed me what he liked—the speed, the tempo, the grip strength, everything.

  Will liked a firm grip, and short, even strokes.

  Sullivan preferred a looser grip that allowed for long, deep pulls from his base all the way to the broad tip.

  My nipples pebbled into hard knots as my hands continued to work. If I expected this moment to be filled with imbalance, asymmetry, I couldn't have been more wrong. Turning my face to kiss Will, and then to the other side to kiss Sullivan, I found it wasn't as difficult as I imagined it would be to divide my attention. I just did what came naturally.

  “Fuck,” Will cursed, under his breath. “That feels incredible.” His abdominal muscles flexed and clenched as his breathing grew more ragged.

  “I'm close,” Sullivan grunted.

  He said it almost more to Will than he did to me, and I wondered if they had some unspoken agreement about timing their releases close together or something.

  Then, a few moments later, Will cursed again, his free hand tangling in my hair as he brought my mouth to his. A warm, sticky drizzle of come lubricated my final strokes as his body shuddered.

  “Fuck, sweetheart. So good,” he groaned out, lips still against mine.

  Sullivan made a soft noise of pleasure, and I turned my attention to him. His hand fell away, but I knew what he liked by now, and after a few more firm strokes, he murmured my name, as he came all over my hand and his stomach.

  A few more kisses, and then I was being carried into the bathroom, and placed before the sink where I washed my hands. And then it was back to the bed where Sullivan laid me against a pile of pillows, and Will drew a fuzzy throw blanket over me.

  We cuddled there together, kissing and talking for a long time. I didn't want to let on, but what I'd just experienced had shaken me to my very core. It was complete and total sexual gratification unlike anything I'd ever experienced.

  And I didn't see how I'd ever go back.

  Chapter Nine

  Sullivan

  “Damn, that looks pretty.” I ran my hand over the marble countertop my contractor had just finished installing. The pale stone contrasted nicely with the dark cabinets I'd installed myself last week.

  All day at work, my thoughts kept wandering back to last night. And every time I did, my boxers felt two sizes too small.

  “Glad you like it, boss,” José said, grabbing his caulking gun and shoving it into his tool belt.

  José gathered his tools, ready to head out for the day.

  “You need anything else?” he asked over one shoulder as he caught me, lost deep in thought yet again.

  “We're good. Have a good night.”

  He nodded. “See you in the morning.”

  José left, leaving me in the half-finished home alone. The silence of a home without electricity or running water is a silence like no other. I didn't particularly care for the dead silence. Never had.

  It reminded me too much of growing up in the orphanage. It was so lonely and quiet, not filled with any life, well, not until the year I turned ten, and Will moved in to the home I was staying in. Everything changed that year. His presence was almost larger than life—and suddenly things went from boring and lonely to exciting. We played pick-up basketball games in the park, went fishing in the c
reek, played hooky from school, and spent afternoons just walking around town, going to the park or doing nothing at all.

  Life was so much simpler back then. But these days, life was pretty damn good, too. I had a thriving business, and if last night was any indication, the possibility for a romantic relationship with Adrienne.

  Last night couldn't have gone any better if I'd scripted it ahead of time.

  Leaning one hip against the counter, I ran my hand over the smooth, cool surface, smiling as I remembered it in vivid detail. The sated look on Adrienne's pretty, heart-shaped face after she'd come—twice. She was so limp, and almost sleepy, as Will and I took control…showing her how to take care of us both when she was too far gone to expend much energy. It made me even more eager to do it again. We'd have to work up to more, go easy on her if we both wanted to fuck her, especially in the same night. And I knew we did.

  Surveying the kitchen a final time, I felt satisfied with the progress. Time to get out of here and head home. It was almost dinnertime as my stomach reminded me. And I had something important I wanted to discuss with Will tonight.

  I grabbed my cell phone and keys from the windowsill and made my way to the back door where I locked up and dialed Will.

  “Hey,” I said when he answered.

  “You done for the day?” he asked.

  “Yep. Headed home. It's my night to cook, right?”

  He grunted something that sounded like a yes.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, sliding into my truck and starting the engine.

  “Grabbing a quick workout.”

  I glanced at the clock. Twenty minutes until I got home, thirty if I stopped at the store, like I needed to. Which meant he'd probably be in the shower when I got home. Will had always been a fitness-fanatic, but he seemed to work out more now than ever since we'd finished our home gym.

  “And, yeah. Your night to cook,” he said around another grunt.