Hotter Than Ever (Out of Uniform) (17 page)

“Sorry, honey, but there’s no way I’m going to last. You can blame the kung-fu grip of your pussy for that.”

She shuddered with laughter, which only intensified the agony burning in his eyes.

“Don’t. Move.” He choked out the words, gripping her hips to keep her still. “And please, please tell me you’re close to coming again.”

“No, but I could be.” With an amused look, she brought her hand between their bodies and started stroking herself.

Dylan groaned, but he didn’t move a muscle. She stared up at him as she rubbed her clit. The tendons of his neck were straining, twitching, as if he could barely hold it together. She could see his pulse throbbing in his throat, and she marveled over his restraint, the willpower he exuded as he allowed her to stoke the fire, to build up to climax.

She moved her fingers in little circles over her clit, getting closer and closer and closer, until a little moan finally slipped out, followed by, “Oh gosh, now. Fuck me
now
.”

He pulled out, then plunged in with a hard stroke that hit a spot deep inside and sent her soaring. As she got swept away into orgasmic oblivion, Dylan grabbed one of her legs and lifted it up to his hip so he could drive deeper. A moment later he let out a hoarse groan and started to come, the heat of his release warming her core right through the latex.

She’d never had sex like this before. Never come that hard, never felt this sated, and as they both took a few minutes to catch their breath, Claire knew her entire world had just changed.

If anyone had told him when he’d woken up at dawn that he’d be ending the day naked and cuddling with Claire McKinley, Dylan would have accused them of smoking too much crack. But here he was, lying in bed with Claire’s warm body nestled beside him.

On sheets that smelled like Aidan.

Fuck.

As he breathed in that familiar citrus scent, he battled a spark of guilt, then ordered himself to snuff it out. He refused to feel guilty. Aidan had known exactly what would happen when he’d barricaded the two of them in this bedroom. He’d even left them protection, for chrissake.

But although the guilt faded, it was replaced by a tremor of distress and a pang of longing. Aidan should be here too, damn it, and his absence brought an ache to Dylan’s heart.

“You don’t still think I’m a gold-digger who hates homemakers, do you?” Claire’s quiet voice broke the silence.

He had to smile. “No. Do you still think I’m a selfish manwhore who couldn’t be bothered to help his mother through her gambling addiction?”

“No,” she said softly.

“Good.”

He stroked her bare shoulder for a second, then reached up to rub his forehead. Just saying those words—
gambling addiction
—had reignited his anger and confusion. He couldn’t believe Chris and their mom had been keeping such a monumental secret from him. They’d almost lost their family home, for fuck’s sake. Why the hell wasn’t he told?

“I should call her,” he said absently. Then he thought better of it. “No, I should fly home and talk to her in person.”

“Your mom?”

“Yeah. I want to hear all this from her. I want her to explain to me why she and Chris felt compelled to lie to me for more than a year.”

“I really do think she was trying to protect you. You’re her favorite, and I bet she was scared of disappointing you. I mean, you should hear the way Shanna talks about you. She’s insanely proud of every little thing you do, and she acts like the sun rises and sets for you. That woman adores you.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I know, but that’s no excuse for lying to me about something so important.”

“I’m sure everything will make more sense once you sit down and talk to her,” Claire assured him. “Just don’t go in ready to attack. Coming clean about the addiction was difficult for her.”

She should have come clean to
me
.

He bit back the juvenile response. Claire was right. His mom had tried to shield him from the darkness, the way she always did.

“Okay, I’ll reserve judgment until I hear what she has to say.”

“Well, that was easy,” Claire said with a laugh. “Are you always so quick to see reason?”

“Hey, I’m a reasonable guy. Aidan’s the pigheaded one who needs a lot of convincing.”

The thought of Aidan evoked another rush of distress. He drew in a deep breath, only to inhale a lungful of Claire’s lavender scent. Damn, she smelled good. Felt good too, pressed up against him like this.

But it was wrong.

This was wrong.

“You okay?” she murmured. “You tensed up all of a sudden.”

Misery crawled up his spine. “Shit. Claire. I think this was a mistake.”

It was her turn to tense up. “What are you talking about?”

“Us sleeping together. It was a mistake.”

The sheets rustled as she sat up. Her ponytail was a mess, most of her hair falling out of it, and she yanked the elastic off as she stared at him with hurt in her eyes. “I thought you wanted it.”

“I did. I wanted it badly.” He paused. “But we can’t do it again.”

Her mouth tightened. “I see.”

He sat up too, a weary sigh slipping out. “What happened between us just now…it was amazing. No, more than amazing. Probably some of the best sex of my life. But I can’t let it happen again.”

“Why? Because of Chris?” She ran a frazzled hand through her tousled auburn hair in an attempt to smooth it out.

“No, because of Aidan.”

She was quiet for a moment. “Because he wants me too,” she finally said.

Dylan wasn’t surprised she’d picked up on that—Aidan didn’t exactly take a subtle approach when he was attracted to someone.

“Yeah, he does.”

“Are you worried he’ll be upset that you and I hooked up? You don’t want me to be stuck in the middle between you two?”

A laugh burst out of his chest. “The exact opposite, actually.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “What does that mean?”

“It means I
want
you to be in the middle.”

Several seconds ticked by before understanding dawned in her brown eyes, which widened in a flash. “You mean…you want me…and you…and…”

“Aidan,” he supplied.

“You want me to sleep with both of you? At the same time?”

Her red cheeks revealed her embarrassment, but Dylan also didn’t miss the brief flash of interest in her eyes.

Shit, she was intrigued by it. She was honest-to-God intrigued.

Unfortunately, Claire’s next words stuck a pin in the balloon of hope floating around in his chest.

“That’s insane,” she sputtered. “I’m not…I can’t…that’s not an option, Dylan.” She shook her head in dismay. “Do you guys do that often? Have sex with the same woman?”

“Yes.”

When she didn’t say a word, Dylan took another breath and exhaled in a rush. “Aidan and I are bi, honey. And yeah, we’re into the one-on-one stuff, but we like having a woman in our bed. We
need
a woman in our bed.”

Her continued silence spurred his frustration. “I don’t know how to explain it in a way you’d understand, but Aidan and I aren’t enough for each other. It fucking sucks, okay? But we both know it, and we’ve accepted it. Eventually one or both of us gets an itch that only a chick can scratch.”

“An itch,” she echoed dully. “Do you realize how messed-up that sounds?”

“What can I say? It’s the truth.” He briefly closed his eyes, knowing he was screwing this up but unsure of how to express his muddled emotions. “Look, I care about Aidan. He’s…” Dylan gave a helpless shrug. “He’s important to me, and, well, he’s part of the package.”

“The package being you?”

“Yes. Well, no. What I’m trying to say is, he and I are a package deal, Claire.” He met her baffled gaze, deciding not to pull any punches. “You either sleep with both of us, or you sleep with neither of us.”

Chapter Nine

Claire sat there in stunned silence. A package deal? She either fucked them both, or she didn’t fuck them at all?

Was he for real?

“Are you for real?” she blurted out.

Dylan had the decency to look contrite. “That didn’t come out the way I wanted it to.”

“I don’t care how it came out,” she huffed. “The question is, did you mean it?”

He didn’t respond for a few seconds.

Then he nodded.

“So you won’t sleep with me again unless Aidan is there too?” Disbelief continued to spiral through her.

“Is the idea so unappealing?” he asked quietly.

She faltered. At a complete loss for words.

“Just picture it, Claire. You, me, Aidan. In bed together.” His voice lowered to a seductive, almost hypnotic pitch. “Picture our hands on your body…our mouths and our tongues and our cocks…touching you, kissing you, fucking you.”

Her pussy clenched so hard it hurt. The naughty images he conjured succeeded in making her even wetter than she’d been before, and the humiliating response had her scrambling off the bed in search of her clothes.

Jesus. What was the
matter
with her? Why didn’t the idea disgust her? Horrify her? Insult her? That he could even ask her this was so…disrespectful.

And yet she didn’t feel disrespected.

And she didn’t feel disgusted. Or horrified. Or insulted.

Her mind was working a million miles a second as she hastily put on her clothes. She might have slept with Dylan just now, but she’d been attracted to Aidan from the second she’d laid eyes on him, and she got the feeling if the situation were reversed and she’d been locked in here with
Aidan
? She would have slept with him too.

What the hell did that say about her? Lusting over two men? Entertaining the idea of having sex with both of them?

“You liked what you saw in September, remember?” Dylan kept talking, kept tormenting her. “Now imagine getting to see that again, but not just a kiss, Claire. Picture me and Aidan sucking each other off, fucking each other.”

She could barely breathe. Her face felt hot, tight, and her throat had closed up to the point of suffocation.

From arousal.

Because she was aroused.

Oh God, what was
wrong
with her?

“Imagine all the dirty, dirty things we could all do to each other,” he said in a raspy voice. “Just imagine it, Claire.”

Her pussy damn near convulsed. She couldn’t look at Dylan, not when he was still sitting there naked as the day he was born.

“Would you…can you put on some clothes?” she stammered, keeping her gaze on her feet. “Please?”

A regretful sigh echoed in the bedroom.

She heard the mattress squeak, and quickly stepped out of the way so Dylan could pick up his discarded clothes. Only when he was dressed did she find the courage to look at him.

“I…” She took a breath. “I’m not that kind of woman, Dylan.”

He raised a brow. “You mean the kind of woman who’s looking for passion? The kind of woman who fingers herself after watching two men make out? You said so yourself, honey, you realized you were lacking something in your life.” A pause. “Maybe this was it.”

Amazed laughter bubbled in her throat. “So I was lacking two cocks filling my various orifices? Is that what I need?”

“Passion,” he said again.

“There might be such a thing as too much passion.”

“Impossible.” He stepped closer, those magnetic green eyes focused so intensely on her face she felt like he was peering into her soul. “Just think about it, Claire. Keep an open mind. You know, threesomes are more common than you think.”

“Yeah, maybe in your circle. But I told you about the way I was raised. I was lucky to even lose my virginity considering how strict my dad is, and the only friend I have who comes close to being sexually promiscuous is Natasha, at least when she’s not working double shifts at the hospital, and even then, she usually only has sex with
one person at a time
!”

“Usually?” Dylan’s lips twitched.

Claire let out an exasperated breath. “I know she fooled around with a couple of girls in college, but I don’t know if it was an official, quote unquote,
three-way
.”

“What exactly is an
official
three-way?”

“You’re making fun of me again,” she muttered.

“Only because I love seeing your face turn all pink like that.” He moved even closer, both his rough-skinned hands coming up to cup her chin. “You don’t have to be embarrassed that the idea turns you on. And you don’t have to give a definitive answer right this second. Just…think about it.”

She gazed into his earnest green eyes, feeling like she was in a daze. “Think about it,” she echoed.

“Yes. Just promise me you will, okay?”

“I…” She cleared her throat, tried to make sense of this craziness. “I don’t know if—”

A knock on the door interrupted her.

“Yoo-hoo!” Aidan’s voice, cheery and smug. “I just got back from my run. Decided to be nice and let you out early.”