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Authors: Jo Davis

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“You’re early! I’ll alert the media—Oh. Michael!” She frowned. “You look awful. Aren’t those the same clothes from last night that you wore home this morning? Good grief, come in.”
She stepped aside, noting the shadows in his dark eyes, the defeated slump of his shoulders. Trailing him into the living room, she gestured for him to sit. “What’s wrong?”
He flopped onto the sofa with a groan and ran a hand down his face. “I think I just lost my best friend. Isn’t that a shitty cliché?”
“Oh no.” She lowered herself to the sofa beside him and laid a hand on his arm. “You were going to talk to him when you got home, right? What happened?”
“He’d moved out, went back to his apartment. I drove over there and tried to reason with him, but he practically threw me out,” he said miserably.
She had a sneaking suspicion that Michael’s idea of “reason” differed a great deal from Bastian’s. “Did you run the idea by him of the three of us getting together, seeing where things go?”
“The conversation never got that far or I would’ve brought it up.” Leaning his head back, he stared at the ceiling. “We must’ve sounded like a couple of thirteen-year-old girls with all the whining about
feelings
and shit, and I just wanted to jump off a bridge. God, I’m such an ass.”
The picture he conjured of their emotional talk made her want to smile, but she knew her humor would not be welcome at the moment. “So how did you leave things between you?”
Michael snorted. “He pretty much tossed me out of his life. Told me he wasn’t going to be my guinea pig while I got my act together.”
“Sounds reasonable.”
“What?” He whipped his head around to stare at her. “Whose side are you on, anyway? I need him and my world isn’t the same without him. I told him as much, and I got kicked in the teeth for it!”
“Is that the way you told him?” she asked pointedly. “
I
want,
I
need . . .”
“Hell, yes! But what does . . .” He frowned. She waited for him to get it.
He was male, so the wait took a tad longer than normal.
Finally, his eyes rounded. “Oh. Oh, fuck.”
“Bingo,” she said wryly. “I’m guessing the results might’ve been exponentially better had a few of those statements started with ‘you,’ followed by the qualities in him that you love.”
“But I thought that’s what I was saying!” He heaved a deep sigh. “I really
am
an ass.”
“No, you’re trying to find your way, just like the rest of us.” Leaning into him, she nuzzled his neck, spread a few light kisses on the smooth skin. They’d showered this morning, so he smelled fresh, like her herbal soap.
Scooting to face her, he captured her mouth with his, slid a hand under the edge of her robe, seeking the naked flesh underneath—
And a knock on the door interrupted what might have been a very nice interlude.
“My neighbor,” she said with regret, pushing to her feet. “We made plans for coffee. I didn’t know you’d be back.”
“I can go,” he offered. But he didn’t look like he wanted to leave.
“No, don’t. Actually, you might enjoy meeting her. She’s kind of a whirlwind, and that’s putting it mildly.”
“If you’re sure.”
“Absolutely.” Crossing to the door, she let in the whirlwind and barely opened her arms in time to catch the enthusiastic hug. “Hey, you made it.”
“Sorry I’m late! Jesus, maintenance took
forever
to fix our dryer, and then I didn’t think my nails were
ever
going to dry, and—Oh, my God!”
Katrina tracked her friend’s openmouthed astonishment directly to Michael. The pair was gaping at each other. “I take it you two have already met?”
“Michael!” Her friend squealed and dashed across the room, hitched her extremely short skirt, and straddled the man’s lap. “What are you doing here? Did you bring strawberries and chocolate sauce?”
He shot a panicked look at Katrina. “Um, no, I—”
Whatever he was about to say was lost as Jeri checked the state of his tonsils with her tongue. Stunned, Katrina stood motionless as her lover quickly succumbed to the kiss with a low sound of pleasure. Jeri and Michael were acquainted in the biblical sense, apparently. She didn’t know whether to be annoyed or intrigued by the revelation.
Intrigue won out, hands down. As she crossed to sit next to them, Jeri pulled back slightly and beamed. “Cool outfit, but I liked the brown leathers and black T-shirt better.”
Michael met Katrina’s gaze desperately, and it clicked into place. That’s how Michael had been dressed the other night when he stopped by here to chew her out for the faulty camera, before going cruising. And he saw Katrina put two and two together. Katrina gave him a wicked smile.
“I like those pants, too.”
“He looks sooo yummy in brown,” Jeri enthused. She glanced at her friend, curious. “How do you guys know each other?”
“We work together,” Katrina said. “He’s my boss. You?”
“Oh, he picked up me and Jackie the other night at Daddy’s Money and took us to that
huge
house of his! Fucked our brains out all night long, too! Such a beast.” She sighed in fond remembrance.
“Don’t I know it?” She was thoroughly enjoying watching Michael squirm. So
that’s
why the man hadn’t wanted to go to that particular club when Emma had suggested it.
Jeri, who was sharper than people gave her credit for, blinked at Katrina. “Uh-oh. Are you guys, like,
exclusive
? Because you know I don’t poach, girlfriend. Ever.”
Fondly, Katrina brushed a lock of red-streaked brown hair from her face. “I know you don’t. No, this—whatever
this
is—is new. Seems we have an interesting situation here,” she commented, smirking at Michael. Who looked like he’d swallowed a bug.
“Mmm, I’ll say.” Jeri wiggled on the man’s lap. “He’s hard as a freaking rock.”
“What should we do about that, I wonder?”
“It would be a shame to let a perfect boner go to waste.” Jeri pouted at the possibility.
“We should probably help him out.”
“Out of these jeans, you mean.”
“A fantastic idea.”
“Actually, I don’t think that’s a good plan,” Michael said with a lack of conviction.
Jeri began to yank at his shirt, tugging it over his head. “But you should hear the
whole
plan before you decide, right? What do ya think, Kit-Kat?” The shirt went sailing.
Michael’s brows rose at Jeri’s pet name for her, and Katrina gave a husky laugh. “I think we should get him naked.”
“Ooh, definitely!” Her friend began to work on his fly.
“And then we should eat his balls and cock until he’s begging for more.”
“Make him burn.”
“Yes. And then I have a special toy I’m going to use on his ass while he fucks you,” Katrina purred, loving the flush of arousal on his face. The tautness of his male nipples, the heavily veined cock as it sprang free of his jeans. The weighty balls underneath, cradled in Jeri’s hand. She went supernova hot, all over.
Jeri made short work of the jeans, then crouched between his knees and gave his shaft a slow lick. “Mmm, as tasty as I remember. Girl, you have the best ideas.”
“Do I get a say in this?” he croaked.
“Sure you do. What would you like?” Katrina eyed his physical perfection, mouth watering.
“First of all, I feel stupid being the only one naked.”
“Easily remedied!” Jeri chirped. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, revealing that she wore nothing underneath. Her skimpy top went next, showing off her pretty, bare breasts.
Katrina simply untied her robe and let it slide off to puddle on the floor. “Okay, we’re even. What else?”
“After we’ve done things your way, I get to use a toy on
you
,” he said, eyeing Katrina like a starving wolf.
“That can be arranged, since I have plenty to choose from.” He seemed surprised by that, and she smiled. “Still waters, and all that.”
“I’ll say.” He gasped as Jeri sucked down his cock. “Oh, shit.”
Indeed. Watching her friend work him, the hard flesh splitting her plump lips, made her instantly wet. His confession of the blow job Bastian had given him came to mind, and she wished she could’ve seen them together. She held out hope that eventually they’d all be together. But she had this now, and it was damned good.
With Jeri still kneeling on the floor at his feet, Katrina scooted back slightly on the sofa so she could bend to Michael’s lap. Jeri pulled off his cock and gave her room, and then they both began feasting on the straining shaft and his balls. He groaned helplessly, burying each of his hands in their hair, bucking his hips. A time or two, Katrina’s tongue dueled with Jeri’s, and once they shared a deep kiss, nearly causing Michael to lose control right away.
“Oh, fuck. That’s beautiful. Shit, yeah.”
They broke the kiss, and Katrina winked at him. “You like the show? Maybe you’ll see more later—if you’re a good boy.”
They went back to licking and sucking him until he was mindless, completely theirs. Sitting up, Katrina whispered she’d be right back, and hurried to her bedroom for lube, condoms, and the promised toys. Back in the living room, she paused at the delicious sight of Jeri bobbing over his lap and Michael splayed with his head back.
“That’s enough. We don’t want him to come yet,” she said, joining them again. “Let’s lay him on the floor, where we can get to him better.”
Standing, Jeri took his hand, tugged him up, and led him to the middle of the room. She pulled him down again and he went willingly, eagerly waiting for whatever they had in store. Katrina grabbed a throw pillow from the sofa and tossed it to her friend.
“Here, put this under his butt.” Next she grabbed the lube, a condom, and the toy she was going to use on Michael. After his rear was elevated, she told him, “Spread your legs for us, honey.”
He complied, looking a little nervous, though his erection hadn’t flagged one bit. “What are you two doing?”
“You’ll see.” Jeri giggled. “Well, actually, you won’t
see
. But you’ll sure as hell feel it. You’re gonna go off like a rocket.”
He looked at Katrina. “Do I want to know?”
“Probably not. Just relax and enjoy.”
Jeri spread his ass cheeks while Katrina took the lube and squirted a generous amount on her fingers. Next she smeared the cool gel on his exposed hole, rubbing in slow circles. He flinched and sucked in a sharp breath, but didn’t protest. She kept her touch gentle, letting him get used to the odd sensation of someone touching him in his most private area. Owning him.
Gradually, with each pass, she deepened the strokes. Worked her finger inward, teasing the rim of the puckered opening, dipping inside. Just a bit, to the first joint. Then more, caressing his inner walls, stretching, adding another finger. Farther still, locating the small bump of his prostate and grazing it slightly.
“Oh, God,” he moaned, spreading wider. “I’ve never . . . It’s so good. Don’t stop.”
She had him now. “I’m going to replace my fingers with something much better. You’ll feel a slight burn, and you’ll be full. And the toy will do wonderful things to this spot. Trust me.”
Withdrawing, she retrieved the amazingly lifelike rubber phallus and coated it with the lube. Then she pressed the head to his hole and carefully began to work it inside. She’d half expected some fight on his part, but he opened to her, panting phrases that either meant he was a devoutly religious man or was turned on beyond coherence. She’d bet the latter.
She pushed the dildo to the hilt, watching him writhe like a worm on a hook. Eventually, turnabout would be fair play, but for now she’d relish this power to reduce him to a mass of quivering desire. At her mercy. She fucked him faster, harder, certain by his loud cries that she was nailing the all-important gland.
Jeri stroked his red cock. “Oh, he likes that!”
“He does. Who knew the great Michael Ross was secretly a dirty ass slut?”
“Let’s get him ready. I can’t wait to ride him.”
Twisting the phallus deep, she left it buried in his ass and retrieved the condom, tearing the packet with her teeth. Holding his shaft steady, she rolled the rubber down over his scorching flesh, coated it with lube. Amazing that a man who was so together, even aloof, in his dealings with people could be so incredibly sensual and receptive during sex.
Jeri held his cock steady as she climbed aboard, straddling him. She sank down, taking him inside, and Katrina swore she felt the electricity ripple through all three of them. Michael spanned her friend’s waist with his hands and began to thrust, expressing his pleasure at such a volume, Katrina wondered whether the neighbors might hear. Not that she cared.
She stroked his chest, plucked at his nipples. “That’s it. Drive into her tight pussy, honey. Split her with that big cock.”

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