How to Love (20 page)

She gave him a tight little smile of guilt.

“Don’t ever lie to us,” he growled. “Got that?”

How could she make a promise like that to him? To them? She wasn’t even good at being honest with herself. “I’ll try,” she said.

He shook his head slowly but didn’t push it, as if he knew that was as good a promise as he was going to get from her. “Well. Since you don’t have other plans…you can stay.”

“Yup.”

Erm. What was supposed to happen now? She nibbled her bottom lip.

“Want some pizza?” Mike asked.

She laughed. “Seriously?”

Some of the tension eased out of her and the air in the room lightened. A little. She still felt very warm and edgy. God, she liked him.

“Actually, I am kind of hungry. I didn’t have much appetite for my own dinner.” She thought sadly of the wasted fish and chips.

“I’ll get you a plate. Something to drink? Beer? Wine?”

“Um. Sure. Wine.” Bemused, she leaned back against the arm of the couch as Mike rose. As he went to the kitchen, she said to Carlos, “I thought maybe we were going to bed.”

He grinned. “Oh, you can count on it, doll.”

Once again, they kept her a bit off balance, not doing what she expected. Mike returned with a glass of red wine and a plate. He opened the pizza box and frowned. “It’s not very hot anymore.”

“That’s okay.”

It wasn’t cold either, but since suddenly she was starving, she didn’t care. She scooped up a piece, loaded it onto her plate, then frowned at it.

“It’s pepperoni,” Mike said. “Don’t you like it?”

“I do, but I don’t like it when they put the pepperoni under the cheese.”

“Oh.”

“I like it on top.”

After one beat, Mike drawled, “I know.”

She caught his eye and realized what she’d said and where his mind had gone. Carlos laughed. She grinned and arched one eyebrow. “Well. Not
all
the time.”

“You can show us that in a little while,” Carlos said, his voice dark with erotic promise.

She took a big bite of the pizza, warmth curling inside her. It was always fun with them. Even when her panties were wet and she was throbbing between her legs.

She shivered as she chewed her pizza.

Mike stroked a hand over her shoulder and down her bare arm. More tingles radiated over her body. “How was work?”

“Good. Fine. I did the portrait shoot, I think it went well. Did some paper work. My dad called.” She grimaced.

“Oh yeah?”

She remembered their one conversation where he’d try to get her to talk about her family. “It’s my stepmother’s birthday in a couple of weeks. They’re having a party, so he called to invite me.”

“Nice.”

She lowered her chin and looked down her nose at him. “Uh. No. Not really.”

“Why not?” Carlos asked.

Jesus, now she had to tell him too. “We don’t get along. I have to find some excuse between now and then to get out of it. I guess I could book a photo shoot that day.” She gave him a meaningful look and he laughed.

“Well, if it’ll help bail you out of seeing the evil stepmother, I suppose I could be convinced,” he said.

She gave him a sweet smile. “Thank you.”

“You never did say why you don’t get along,” Mike said, still caressing her arm. His fingers lingered on the sensitive skin inside her elbow, making her tremble with lust. She finished her pizza and picked up the paper napkin Mike had set on the coffee table to wipe her fingers.

“That’s right,” she said, turning her sweet smile on him. “I didn’t. Now. Who gets to be on top first?”

He leaned in, nuzzled her hair and whispered in her ear, “You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

Yeah, she knew, and damn him anyway.

“I’m gonna let you get away with it,” he murmured, kissing her cheek right in front of her ear, his breath hot on her skin. That tingly buzz started deep inside her again. “This time. Because I really do want to see you on top.”

She turned her head to find his mouth with hers, gratitude mingling with arousal.

“And on the bottom,” Carlos added. “And maybe in the middle.”

Oh. Liquid heat flooded between her legs, and her breasts swelled. She could definitely be the meat in their man-sandwich! The possibilities made her knees weaken and her nipples harden.

“Let’s go,” she whispered, although she wasn’t sure if she could stand. But she managed it, and all three of them rose to their feet and headed down the hall.

She paused and looked over her shoulder at Mike. “My room,” he said. “It’s bigger. And has a king size bed.”

She knew that, of course, she’d spent a few nights there. She and Mike had had lots of room in that big bed, but hopefully there’d be room for one more big muscular guy.

“How come you have your own rooms if you’re a couple?” she asked as she entered Mike’s bedroom.

Mike reached for the hem of his T-shirt and stripped it off, immediately seizing her attention. He glanced at Carlos as he tossed the shirt aside. “Sometimes we like our own space.”

“Sometimes.” She kicked off her flip-flops.

“Not all the time,” Carlos clarified, removing his own shirt. His hands went to the button of his shorts. She watched him with avid eyes as he revealed his beautiful body to her. A soft sigh escaped her.

“I like your tattoo,” she said.

He glanced at the anchor on his shoulder. “Thanks. From when I was in the Navy.”

This was a fantasy come to life, here in Mike’s dim bedroom, with two such beautiful men who weren’t just beautiful on the outside but were both men she liked and enjoyed spending time with. Nerves jumped at the thought of what they were about to do. Tonight it wasn’t just her and Mike, it was her and Mike and Carlos.

Chapter Thirteen

“Okay, Jules?” Mike moved up behind her and his body heat radiated through her T-shirt. He set his hands on her waist and rubbed his face on her hair. She nodded.

Carlos stepped in front of her, now wearing only a snug pair of black boxer briefs, and started to unbutton her jeans. Mike slid her T-shirt up over her ribcage, nudging her arms, and she raised them so he could lift the T-shirt over her head. A delicious warmth filled her, her limbs going heavy, her eyes falling closed as their hands brushed over her body, removing her clothes. Mike’s chest pressed up against her back, hot and hard, his hands sliding around over her stomach, holding her, so carefully.

Carlos helped her step out of her jeans, then stood before her. He lifted her chin with one hand and kissed her mouth, and she sank into the dream, into sensation, heat and touch, whispered sighs and soft breaths, the taste of Carlos on her tongue, her lips. His lips were fuller than Mike’s, his kisses different but both so sexy.

Mike’s hand slid lower down her belly, resting just above her panties, right where she ached deep inside, his mouth finding the side of her neck and laying hot, open-mouthed kisses there.

“Too much,” she moaned, almost overwhelmed by their two big bodies, all heat and muscle, their hands, their mouths.

“Oh baby,” whispered Carlos. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

“I think that’s a song.”

He smiled. “It is. A great song.”

Mike snorted behind her. “Bachman Turner Overdrive? Seriously? That is not a seductive bedroom song.”

“Sure it is. I’d sing it for you, but…”

“Christ, no.”

Jules let her head fall back on Mike’s shoulder, amusement filtering through her once again.

“I’m a good singer,” Carlos continued, bending to kiss her throat, then drag his tongue down her chest.

“I’m sure you are,” she murmured. Her breasts tightened and sensation cascaded over her.

“No, he isn’t.” Mike nibbled her ear lobe. “He’s a terrible singer. That never stops him, though.”

“Sssh,” Carlos said, nuzzling the inner curve of one breast, making her breath catch in her throat. “This is not the time to discuss my vocal abilities.” Her nipples tingled in anticipation of his touch, and she lifted heavy arms to slide her fingers into his short hair. “This is about Jules.”

“Oh.” That was so nice. So, so nice.

Between the two of them, every nerve ending in her body buzzed, Mike’s fingers playing with the edge of her panties, Carlos rubbing his beard against the skin between her breasts. She let her fingers slide through the roughness of Carlos’s short hair. He nibbled at the upper curves of her breasts above the edge of her bra and she arched her back in response. Mike lifted a hand to cup her chin, pulling her head back even farther so he could kiss her mouth, deeply, hungrily. She moaned.

So much sensation, everywhere, surrounding her, consuming her with almost unbearable sweetness, pressure and need building low inside her. Her knees were weakening again.

Carlos reached around behind her to unfasten her bra, releasing her swelling breasts from the cups. She dropped her arms to let it slide off, still leaning back into Mike’s embrace, her nipples tightening even more at the air brushing over them. “Oh, Jules,” Carlos whispered, cupping her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. “You’re so beautiful.”

She couldn’t respond, blood pulsing hotly though her veins, her head spinning from it all. His gentle touches on her nipples, brushing his palms across them, had pleasure rippling through her, nipples so tight and aching she couldn’t stand it. She drifted in an erotic haze of mindless sensation. Her entire body quivered and she made a needy little sound into Mike’s mouth.

Mike’s hand delved lower, beneath the lace front of her panties, adding to the melting bliss, and then Carlos took a nipple in his mouth and gently sucked. Sensation shafted right to her core and she cried out, knees buckling. Mike held her up, and she gripped Carlos’s upper arms, his biceps hard and bulging beneath her palms. Mike cupped her pussy, so gently, while Carlos suckled and licked, building the fever inside her to the point of exploding. She needed more, needed Mike’s touch to be firmer, to move against her aching clit and she tilted her pelvis, seeking what she needed.

Mike kissed the side of her neck again. Shivers cascaded over her, her body vibrating with need and tension. “Oh God,” she muttered. “Please…”

Never one to rush, Mike took his time, his fingers moving against the folds of her pussy slowly, gently, finally finding her center. She gasped as he slid one finger back and forth through her wet slit, barely brushing her clit, not enough, not enough, but still it felt so good. He played there, as Carlos played at her breast, drawing back to watch as he rubbed fingertips over the taut peaks, then sucking again. It was all torture, but exquisite, delicious torture.

She let out a long whimper of need and then Mike found her clit with his fingers, spreading her liquid heat, pinching it then rubbing over it in tight, perfect little circles.

“Like that?” he murmured in her ear. His other arm across her stomach held her tightly up against him as she jerked and twitched.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Oh, yessssss.”

She tightened everything inside her, making that coil of heat spiral higher, hotter, right up to a perfect point of ecstasy, and then burst. Sensation shimmered outward, through her veins, over her skin, right to fingers and toes and hairline, and she cried out, her legs finally giving way.

Between the two of them they caught her, and Mike picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her gently down on his plaid comforter. She pressed her knees together on the pulsing between her thighs and turned to her side away from them, her eyes squeezed closed, another moan escaping her lips.

Carlos glanced at Mike and they both smiled. Carlos sucked in a quick breath and let it out. Damn. His dick was straining against his underwear, poking out the top, lust pulsing in his balls. She had the sweetest little breasts, a perfect handful with perfect nipples that tightened into perfectly suckable little peaks. And she’d come apart so beautifully. His chest expanded and he loved that they’d given that to her.

He turned his gaze to Jules, curled on her side on the bed. Now he wanted to explore between her legs, to feel what Mike had, to taste her there and run his tongue through that sweet female honey. But man, two of them and one of her, they had to take it easy on her. He had to rein in his galloping sexual need, the throbbing in his groin pulling all the blood from his head and making impulse control difficult. It would have been easy to give in to instinct, pure and animal, and just climb on top of her, but no, he couldn’t do that.

If he was going to attack anyone, it would be Mike, who could handle his aggressive urges and physicality. Jules needed a softer touch.

Mike stripped off his boxer briefs, so Carlos did too, and then with another shared look, they moved to the bed. Mike lifted Jules and Carlos pulled back the covers so Mike could deposit her back into the bed, onto smooth blue sheets. Her dark hair spread on the pillow beneath her head and her eyes fluttered open.

“Wow,” she said, a smile touching the corners of her mouth. “Awesome. What are you waiting around for?”