Heated for Pleasure (2 page)

“Shit,” Andre muttered, reaching down to adjust his aching cock. “Did you have to paint that visual?”

Diego laughed. “Like you haven’t already pictured her in a million different positions, all of them with her naked.”

“He’s picturing her tied facedown on his bed with a pillow under her hips. You know how Andre is. He likes to tie them up then torture them with pleasure.”

“What?” Andre shook his head. How did they know what his kink was?

“We live in the same house, bro,” Linc offered. “We can hear them screaming.”

“Fuck my ass. Take it, big boy,” Diego mimicked in a falsetto that had Linc bursting into laughter.

“Whatever.” Andre grunted. “You can’t say anything, Diego. Everybody knows you have a thing for handcuffs.”

“Hell, yeah. You ever see a woman on her knees in front of you with her hands cuffed behind her back. All big eyes and wet lips. Damn! Nothing sexier. Well, except for when I bend her over the bed and take her from behind. Yeah, that’s sexier.”

“Christ. Are we sharing our sexual preferences now? Is that what we’ve come to? Should I book us on the Dr. Phil show next?” Linc shook his head with disgust.

“Oh, we all know what you like, Mr. Dominant. All laid back and easy going until you get them in the bedroom. And let’s not forget the time I walked in when you had that girl restrained to your bed. I mean damn. Who knew you could be so creative with ties and women’s lingerie?”

Andre laughed as Diego did his best to sound like Linc. “You want to make sure you do what I say. I’d hate to have to punish you for being a bad girl.”

Linc’s face flushed with heat, making Andre laugh harder.

“We need a bigger house,” Linc stated. It was understood they would stay together. They’d been that way since they were young boys. The bond they shared went deep, forming a brotherhood closer than if they were blood related.

“We are some sick bastards. It’s a wonder any woman gets with us.” Andre shook his head and took another pull on the beer.

“Probably explains the long dry spell we’ve all had,” Linc interjected.

“And I thought it was just because of the job,” Andre snorted.

“Do you remember that girl in college?” Diego voiced the question, and silence filled the air.

Andre knew they were all remembering. They’d met her at a party and decided to bring her back to their room. The intent had been to let her decide which one of them she wanted. She’d shocked the hell out of them by taking on all three of them at the same time. It had been the best sex Andre had ever had. She had been incredibly tight with another man’s cock in her pussy while he took her ass. And no woman had ever been so pleasured. It had been intense and kinky as hell. They’d seen her on and off that year, until the semester had ended and she left.

“So what are you saying?” Andre asked. “You think we should invite the baker over and see which one of us she chooses?”

Diego met his eyes before glancing toward Linc. “I think we should bring her home and see if she’s interested in taking on all of us.”

“Most women don’t want more than one man,” Linc stated, shaking his head.

Diego shrugged. “If she doesn’t, then she can choose. But what do we have to lose by seeing if she’s interested in all of us?”

“For one, we aren’t teenagers away at school anymore,” Andre informed them. “We live here, work here, and so does she. There will be talk if it gets out. How do you plan to handle that?”

Diego shrugged. “People are always going to talk. Besides, I’m not saying announce it to the world we’re all hoping to share her. I’m saying, let’s invite her over and see what happens. Don’t borrow trouble before anything even happens. Deal with it as it comes.”

“I’d like to see her come,” Linc stated with a groan.

“Hell, yeah,” Diego agreed.

Andre sat for a minute, saying nothing. He thought of her stripped while the three of them took turns bringing her to orgasm. They had heard the older woman tell the baker she needed a night of wild, kinky sex complete with multiple orgasms.

“I’m in,” Andre finally agreed. “Who gets to invite her over?”

They all three hollered “Dibs” at the same time.

Chapter Two

“That tall, gorgeous, ebony god is back,” Mavis said as soon as the door swung shut behind her. “Come out to the counter and say hello.”

Ashley sighed. This was his third time stopping in this week. His friends had each stopped in twice, as well. And that was just this week. Last week they’d been in almost every day at some point. They’d offer to help with this or that, always finding things to fix she hadn’t even noticed.

But it was more than them helping. She’d gotten to know a little about each of them in the two weeks since they’d introduced themselves to her. They made a point of seeing and speaking to her every time they were here. Each time they shared some tidbit of their personality with her. Mavis was convinced they were “courting her” so she could pick one of them to go out with. Ashley had laughed and told Mavis her age was showing with that word.

But Mavis had a point. Ashley knew their favorite desserts, favorite colors, and favorite things to do when not at the fire station. And they’d managed to find out stuff about her, as well. Just yesterday, they’d each brought in four flowers of her favorite, leaving her with an even dozen. She sensed they wanted to ask her something more, but no one had yet. Of course, that could have more to do with the fact Mavis was always there, hanging on to their every word.

“I’ll be out in a minute. I have to finish this order up real quick.”

Mavis ducked back out to the counter, only to push the door open again. “He’s gone.”

“Well, I can’t help that. I have a business to run, which means I have to work,” Ashley snapped. Seeing them so often was doing nothing to ease her sexual ache. If anything, it was only revved higher.

Mavis shook her head and returned to the front of the bakery, mumbling about Ashley needing to get laid. At least, Mavis’ vocabulary was back to being more like that of a teenager. Still, she shouldn’t have snapped at Mavis, and she would apologize…eventually. First, she needed some air.

Andre, Diego, and Linc were driving her crazy with their obvious attention. She wanted them to ask her out, but at the same time, she didn’t. Choosing one would be denying the other two. And the truth was she just didn’t know which one she liked more. She wanted them all! Life was so unfair. She’d gone from zero choice to three choices.

Then she shook her head. Air, she needed fresh air.

She tossed the piping bag of icing down and took off her apron before pushing open the back door, slipping in the wedge of wood to hold it open while she leaned against the alley wall.

“I thought you might sneak out this way.”

She gasped when he spoke. Her heart felt as if it would beat out of her chest.

“You scared the hell out of me,” she panted, sending a glare his way.

“Then you should have come to the front of the store.”

Andre. She marveled again about how broad his shoulders were. She was developing a real thing for his shoulders. She sighed. She also had a thing for Diego’s voice and Linc’s ass. And that was just because she hadn’t seen all of them yet. She bet she’d find a million more things to love if she got them naked.

“Did you want something from the bakery, Andre? I’m swamped today, working on stuff for a bridal shower tomorrow. Mavis can always help you.” She wouldn’t admit how much she enjoyed the fact they always asked for her. Hell, Mavis was at the point where she didn’t even ask them anymore. She just hollered for Ashley.

He was shaking his head before she even finished. “We get your baked goods for free, remember? I’m interested in more than what you whip up in the kitchen.”

His words had her panties growing damp and her nipples tingling. She’d like to give them her goodies for free. His eyes were twinkling, and she imagined he knew just the image his words had painted for her. She was such a bad girl.

“What can I do for you then?” Her voice was soft and perhaps a little husky. But she couldn’t hide the fact she was turned on. She refused to cross her hands over her rock hard nipples, which were very prominent under her t-shirt. But then he wasn’t hiding the fact he had a mighty big bulge in the front of his pants now either.

“We’ve gotten to know each other pretty well over the last few weeks. Don’t you agree?”

She nodded her head. “Yes.”

He grinned. His gaze skimmed over her nipples, and it was like an electric current traveled between them. His look was the most foreplay she’d had in far too long. “Interested in dinner?”

God was she. But going out with him meant no Diego and no Linc. Life really sucked sometimes. Her mother had always stated it was best to start out with honesty. So Ash would just have to be honest with him.

“I’d love to. But I have to tell you both Diego and Linc have been getting to know me as well.”

“Are you interested in them?”

She nodded her head. “I’d agree to dinner with them if they ask me.” Her response had Andre grinning wider.

“Well then, today’s your lucky day.”

“How’s that?”

“What if I told you dinner with me could include them as well?”

“Dinner with all three of you?” She knew her face showed her doubt and uncertainty.

He nodded his head. “You could come back to our house for dinner. Quiet. No intruding eyes. Just the four of us.”

She swallowed. What was he saying? “You want me to go on a date with all three of you?”

His eyes seemed to devour her. Then he moved, and she found herself trapped between him and the alley wall.

“I can see how excited the thought makes you.” His finger brushed over one nipple before he gave it a slight pinch and tug that made her moan. “Does the thought of the three of us with you turn you on? Three men with the goal of making you come over and over again.”

She moaned again. One hard thigh slipped between her thighs, and he was rubbing against the seam of her pants. She gripped his shoulders and held tight. Strong fingers toyed with her nipple while he watched her face with a heated gaze. Then his head dipped. Firm lips met hers. His tongue traced her bottom lip before he nipped it with his teeth.

When she gasped, he dove inside. His tongue played with hers, and his other hand slid down the inside of her pants, zeroing in on her clit and rubbing over it. He slipped his fingers lower and thrust one deep in her while he rubbed his palm over her clit. She came that quickly, her cry swallowed by his kiss.

He eased back, and she watched, panting for air, as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked on them.

“I knew you’d taste sweeter than anything you cooked up in the kitchen.”

She groaned. What was she doing? She was a business owner, and she’d basically had sex in an alley behind her store! What was she thinking?

“Friday. Pack a bag. Spend the weekend with us.” She shivered as his words whispered softly between them. “No expectations. We’ll just play it by ear.”

“I—”

“Shhhh…” He placed his finger over her lips. “Just think about it for the rest of this week. We’ll stop by after work on Friday. If you decide to go, then be here with your bag packed. If not,” his big shoulders shrugged, “we’ll leave you alone.”

His lips moved down over her neck, kissing and nibbling and making her squirm with renewed desire.

“But just imagine how good it will feel when I have those pants off you and it’s my tongue bringing you to orgasm instead of my hand. Or Linc’s tongue. Or Diego’s. We all seem to have developed a craving for your sweets.”

He eased back from her and ran his fingers gently over her cheek. “Friday,” he whispered. Then turned and walked away.

She shook her head to clear the haze and sighed. Her body was demanding she agree, but her head was urging her to caution. She had three days to decide. What was she going to do?

* * * *

Research. That was what she did. She knew them; now she wanted to know
about
them. Mavis was a fount of information, especially since she thought she was helping Ashley decide which of the three guys to date. Since her encounter with Andre, she was a constant sexual ache, and no amount of toy play at home brought relief. She hoped Andre was suffering as she was.

From what she learned, all three of them grew up in foster care. They’d ended up in the same home together. Mavis wasn’t sure on how they all had ended up in foster care. She said the guys at the firehouse spoke of them as if they were all brothers. That’s how close the guys were. Ashley thought of Andre’s invitation to dinner, and possibly more, with all of them. Yeah, she’d agree they were close.

Ashley wasn’t sure where Mavis got all her information. They didn’t exactly live in a small town where everybody knew everybody. Mavis just seemed to know things or find them out quickly. She made a point of telling Ashley the boys had inherited a trust when their foster mother passed away. It seemed she’d invested the money she was given by the state for taking them in. She saw it as the boy’s college fund. Since she’d had them since they were toddlers, the investment turned out to be pretty substantial. The money was split equally between the three. They didn’t need to work, but still chose to be firefighters. According to Mavis, that said a lot about their characters.

Ashley was more touched by the fact they were still together now they were grown up. She and her sisters lived states apart. Mandy had just moved again to a smaller town. And Mia could be anywhere under the guise of research. They talked on the phone, emailed, and texted. But they usually only managed to get together maybe once a year. And they were her blood sisters.

So she was awed and a bit jealous by the bond Andre, Diego, and Linc seemed to share. Then again, she wasn’t sure the three Greyson girls would survive if they all had to live in the same house again. Just thinking about it made her smile. It was a miracle they’d survived through childhood.

“So which one do you think you like best?” Mavis’ question broke into her inner musings and brought her back to the here and now.