How to Love (24 page)

“Good.” Carlos kissed her mouth, softly, while Mike teased her hair and kissed her shoulder. “So next weekend we do it?”

She let out another little breath. “Sure.”

“Okay,” Mike said. “Let’s get these burgers cooking.”

Her eyes flew open. “Damn.” What a tease. As he stepped away from her, she felt a little dizzy and off balance.

Carlos and Mike both laughed, and Carlos gave Jules another quick kiss before heading out onto the patio with the beef patties.

As they ate their hamburgers and chips and salsa and corn on the cob, she said, “I still have that idea of photographing you with those rocks at Mosaic Cave Beach.”

Carlos and Mike nodded. “Right,” Carlos said. “And I was going to teach you to climb so you could get up that cliff and get some photographs from the spot up there.”

“Oh. Yeah.” She looked down at the hamburger in her hands.

“Don’t look so thrilled.” Carlos lifted a chip to his mouth. “You’d get some amazing shots from up there.”

“Yeah. I know. But I told you, I’m afraid of heights.”

“Bah. Nothing to be afraid of. It’s very safe.”

“Well, I’m sure it is,” she said. “But that doesn’t matter when you’re afraid of something. Haven’t you ever had some kind of unreasonable fear of something?” The idea of climbing up a cliff made her palms sweat.

“Actually, yeah,” Mike said with a wry grin and a look at Carlos.

Carlos dipped his chin. “Huh. There’s not much I’m afraid of.”

“He’s crazy, though,” Mike pointed out and Jules laughed. She’d seen Carlos climbing, fearless and cocky in his abilities. Like he thought he was invincible. She liked that about him.

“Seriously, though,” Carlos said, leaning forward at the table. “I’d make sure you’re safe, Jules. We both would. You trust us, right?”

She looked at him, studied his face, his dark eyes so intent, then she looked at Mike. Trust? He was talking about rock climbing, right? “Yes,” she said. “I guess I do.”

Mike’s face softened a little as he gazed back at her for a long moment. “Well, good,” he finally said. “We should book a day to kayak over there and do it then.”

“Can’t wait,” she muttered.

Mike chuckled. “You said you wanted those photographs,” he said.

She flashed him a pointed glance. “What’s with all the blackmail?” she demanded.

Mike laid a hand on his chest. “Blackmail.” He put on a wounded expression. “You call it blackmail? Come on, Jules. That’s what a relationship is. Give and take. Right?”

She nibbled her bottom lip. Relationship? There was a word that scared her about as much as climbing up a cliff. In fact, her palms were suddenly quite damp.

“We’re friends, right?” he asked, leaning forward again. “The three of us.”

“Yeah,” she said. “Of course.” Friends. Yeah. They were friends. And yes, okay, in a friendship there was give and take. Friends did things for each other. She’d do something for them and they’d do something for her—although why that had to be climbing a rock or taking them to meet her family eluded her. What on earth did that do for them? Once again, she regretted that she’d let on her fear of climbing, and all that stuff about her family she’d spilled last night.

Jules helped with the dishes, and they made her laugh, joking and flicking soap suds around, and bumping into each other on purpose. This all relaxed her a little, until finally Carlos pinned her against the counter and kissed her hard. When Mike crowded up behind Carlos, Carlos groaned against her mouth and heat flashed through her. Mike rubbed his face against Carlos’s and when he lifted his mouth from Jules’s and turned his head, Mike kissed him. More heat swept through her and she let out a soft little sound of pleasure.

“Let’s go to bed,” Mike said.

Chapter Sixteen

Jules’s body tightened in anticipation. Finally. Sex would give her back a feeling of control, which she had definitely not been feeling with their blackmail or deal-making or whatever they wanted to call it. She’d lost control and she hated that. But in bed…she was confident, and even when she wasn’t in control…she was.

Last night had been incredible, especially for her, since they’d been so focused on making it good for her. She’d never in her life had that many orgasms in one night. But tonight…she so wanted to see them together. It made her ache inside.

She let out a shaky breath as they headed down the hall to Mike’s bedroom again. The bed was neatly made, his sparsely furnished room tidy. She smiled at that.

“What’s so funny?” Mike asked, standing beside the bed. He pulled his T-shirt over his head.

“You.”

“I’m funny?” He lowered his chin.

“I’m not laughing at you. I just like how clean your room is.”

He lifted an eyebrow while Carlos snickered. “What’s wrong with clean?”

“Nothing.” She couldn’t help the little giggle that escaped her and she sauntered over to him to lay her hands on his bare chest. Hot, smooth skin, firm muscles. Mmmm. “You’ve seen the mess my room is.”

“You’re a girl. You have a lot of girl stuff.”

“Yes. I do.”

“My room’s a mess if you feel more comfortable there,” Carlos said. “Only the bed’s smaller.”

She smiled at him. “I didn’t say I wasn’t comfortable here.”

“He even washed the sheets today,” Carlos added, stepping out of his shorts.

Her gaze tracked down his long muscular legs, dark with hair, then back up over his enormous erection to his ripped abs. She twirled away from Mike and leaped onto the bed, scooting as far over as she could get. They both eyed her.

“You staying dressed, babe?” Mike asked, unzipping his jeans.

“Oh.” She looked down at her denim skirt and loose tank top. “Well. I want to watch.”

“Hmm,” Mike said. “I suppose as a photographer it’s not surprising that you’re a bit of a voyeur.”

She smiled and tipped her head to one side. “I never thought of it that way. But you could have a point there.” She waved a hand at them. “You two go ahead.” And she smiled expectantly at them.

They both laughed, but as the last of their clothes came off, they looked at each other and then moved together. Standing beside the bed, they embraced and kissed. Jules’s heart swelled and thudded in a hard, heavy rhythm as she watched Mike slide his hand up into Carlos hair. Their mouths ate at each other in hard, hungry kisses, their big bodies pressed together.

She sucked briefly on her bottom lip, eyes wide, a deep ache growing between her legs, as Carlos’s hands roamed up and down Mike’s back, then grabbed his ass and pulled him in close. Then they drew apart a little and they looked down at their cocks thrusting between them, fully erect. Mike wrapped a hand around both of them and Jules sucked in a sharp breath. Carlos bent his head and kissed Mike’s shoulder, bent lower to run his tongue over one flat nipple then nip at it with his lips, making Mike jerk.

Their soft groans reached her ears and made her entire body pulse with arousal.

They looked at her as they moved toward the bed.

“I know you want to watch,” Carlos said, crawling across the big bed toward her. “But you watch naked.”

“Okay. You can undress me.”

“Better believe it.”

Mike joined them, tossing a bottle of lube onto the bed. Between the two of them they had her clothes off and her flat on her back, naked and quivering with delight as they stroked and kissed her. Then her breath hitched in her throat as their faces moved together above her and they kissed, a long, hot kiss.

Her pussy ached and pulsed even more as she watched them kiss close up. But even though she wanted to watch, she wanted to touch too, and she laid her hands on their backs. She traced over muscle and skin as they shifted position, going onto their knees. Mike slid an arm around Carlos’s neck, ran one hand up over his chest to the side of his neck and kissed him again, hard, open-mouthed kisses, until they were both breathing heavily.

She studied their cocks, jutting out above her, so close together, both so beautiful. She pushed herself back and up to sitting, shoving pillows out of her way, and reached for them. She took Mike’s cock in one hand, long thick, the head round with a pronounced rim. She closed the fingers of her other hand around Carlos, equally long and thick, but darker, his foreskin uncut. With a stroke she pulled the skin back to expose the glans, so smooth and glistening. “Oh my,” she breathed, and she tugged on them, bringing them closer, until she could rub their cocks together. She gave a small groan at the sight and they groaned too.

She continued to stroke them together as they kissed, arms around each other.

“I want to taste you,” she whispered. “Both of you. Please.”

“Sure, baby,” Mike said. “But I thought you just wanted to watch?”

She caught the teasing quirk of his mouth. “I do. I just want to do this first. Just a little.”

She leaned in and licked over the head of his cock and he twitched hard. Then she flicked her tongue over Carlos’s and went back and forth between them. Wow, just wow. Their male scent filled her head.

Yes, this was her fantasy come to life.

She played with them for a while, licking up and down their shafts, dragging her tongue over their balls—God, she loved that!—sucking gently at the tips of their cocks, kissing the rough curls they each had, Carlos’s so black and thick, Mike’s a softer brown. Above her, they continued to kiss and caress each other, rubbing over puckered nipples, sliding hands up and down over their sides, their faces, occasionally looking down to watch what she was doing. The look on their faces sent pleasure washing through her. She loved doing that to them, getting such gratified responses, their eyes hot with arousal, their mouths full and lush from kissing each other, lips parted with desire.

“Aw, Jules,” Mike groaned, sliding a hand into her hair. “You’re killing us.”

She smiled, released them and shifted to the side. “Lie down,” she said, her voice husky.

Carlos gave Mike a shove with a hand on his chest, smiling, and pushed him to his back. He came down over him, stretched out on top of him and kissed him again. He ran his hands up Mike’s sides, shoved Mike’s arms up above his head and held them there. He kissed the underside of one arm, the tanned golden skin a little paler there, emphasizing the bulge of his biceps, then dragged his tongue all the way up to Mike’s elbow. Mike’s eyes glazed and he groaned.

Carlos returned to kissing Mike’s mouth, his hands still holding Mike’s arms up, then shifted lower to kiss his chest. He flicked his tongue over one nipple and then sucked it briefly into his mouth. This brought forth a long moan of pleasure from Mike.

Jules watched but her hands itched to touch, her mouth longed to taste too. This was making her so damn hot she couldn’t sit still, needing relief from the sharp ache between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together then, unable to resist, she moved behind Carlos and began to caress his back too, his waist, his hips, the sensitive crease between his butt cheeks. They clenched with impressive muscularity and she shivered and smiled, then dipped her hands lower to tease his balls from behind.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Fuck yeah, Jules.”

She rubbed her palms over Mike’s thighs, then Carlos’s ass, until he straightened up onto his knees. He glanced at her over his shoulder, a dark smoldering glance that melted her. She moved in closer and slid her arms around him, around his waist, rubbing his abs, his chest, finding his nipples and brushing over them too. She pressed her face to his back and he hissed in a breath.

Over his shoulder she peered down to see their cocks again, side by side, Mike’s resting on his belly. Carlos again took hold of both of them together and stroked. Then Carlos shifted a little and straddled Mike’s body with his knees. She watched him pick up the bottle of lube, give it a firm shake then flick it open and squeeze liquid out onto both cocks. He drizzled some onto his balls, rubbed it in lower, back over his anus. She let go of his body and moved to the side of them, her breath suspended as she took in Carlos’s taut body, every muscle in his abdomen defined, the look of ecstasy on his face as he slowly, so slowly lowered himself onto Mike’s cock, dragging a long raw groan from Mike as well.

Jules could have dissolved into a puddle of lust when Carlos cupped his cock and balls and held them as he slowly impaled himself on Mike’s shaft.

She couldn’t breathe, her heart hammering in her chest, beating in her ears, in every pulse point on her body. Heat flashed beneath her skin and she couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her. Both men turned dazed faces toward her.

“Jules,” Mike rasped out. “C’mere.” He lifted his chin and she slid up the bed to kiss him. He turned his mouth into hers in a scorching, demanding kiss. She laid one hand on his chest and sank into it, his tongue tangling with hers, their panting breaths mingling. “You need to be part of it,” Mike gasped.

“I am,” she whispered back. She knelt beside him, bent to kiss his chest, his nipples, laying a trail of kisses down his hard abs to where Carlos’s cock lay flushed and dripping. She licked over the head, making it twitch.

“Yeah,” Carlos groaned and she turned to look at him again. Entranced by the sight of Mike fucking Carlos like that, their bodies joined so intimately, her throat constricted and it was hard to swallow, her entire body tingling. She shifted back as Carlos leaned forward to kiss Mike, a hard fast press of his lips against Mike’s as Mike’s body thrust up into his, again and again. His hands rubbed over Mike’s chest and then the insides of Mike’s upper arms. Mike held Carlos’s hips, caressed his waist, his sides, then he slid one hand into Carlos’s hair and held him there for a longer kiss, caressing the back of his head. Mike’s other hand skimmed over Carlos’s back to his ass, holding it as it rose and fell, Mike’s hips lifting as he fucked up into him.