More Than Friends (5 page)

          Jake whispered something unintelligible in her ear, igniting goosebumps to shiver down her bare neck.  He gripped the crown of her head, angling her head to the side to suck a love bite beneath her ear, moving his hips faster now.

          Lizzy bit her lip, hanging on to his arm for support.  She could no longer support herself without them, she was too weak with pleasure to do more than allow them their way with her body.

          Brent thumbed her little nub, making twinges of pleasure echo inside her, twitch her nerve endings until she thought she would explode.  Jake came first, groaning into her neck and moving with a ferocity that thrilled her.  The stimulation from both ends overcame her.

          The brutal ache that had been hers for so long, she couldn’t remember a time without it, found relief.  Fireworks exploded through her body.  Arcs of intense, wavering sensation ricocheted through every nerve.  Brent grabbed her hips, impaling her again and again as their orgasms collided into one, making her insane with ecstasy.

          Dimly, she heard her own keening cry echo with theirs.  She shuddered and jerked, felt the hot wetness of them coming inside her, but she was beyond caring, could only ride the wave as it crested and crashed over her.

          They collapsed on the bed in a gasping, panting, shuddering heap.  A jumble of bodies where she didn’t know who was where in the tangle of flesh.  They surrounded her, cuddling as the spasms of pleasure eased off them, leaving her exhausted and weak as she lay in their arms.

          Brent, still semi-hard, slipped his cock from the snug grip of her pussy, leaving her with a strangely empty feeling.  Jake had already removed himself, and she felt an ache all over her nether regions from disuse and then blatant sensual abuse of her orifices.

          She sighed breathily.  “I didn’t expect that.”

          “Me either,” said Jake.

          Brent couldn’t seem to talk, just lay there like a dead thing.  Lizzy smiled to herself.

          “Guess that makes us even,” Brent finally said, putting an arm behind his head.

          Lizzy frowned and sat up in the bed, looking down at them.  “What’s that mean?”

          Jake shot Brent a glance in the dimness.  “He doesn’t mean anything by it.”

          They weren’t fooling her.  She’d known something was up when they started acting weird around her.  “Y’all had a bet going, didn’t you?  Don’t lie to me.  I know when you’re both lying.”

          Brent sat up in the bed, touching her arm.  Lizzy jerked it away and covered herself with the sheet.  “It wasn’t exactly a bet.  It’s not like money was going to change hands or something.”

          “Jesus H. Christ, Brent!  Are you trying to make it sound worse than it is?” Jake said, punching Brent in the shoulder.

          Brent grimaced.  “What I meant was, Jake said he wanted to sleep with you and I said I did too.  We both wanted to be first.  You know how we are.”

          “Get the hell out of my bed.  Both of you!  I don’t want to be around you right now.  My life is not some sort of competition between the two of you.  Out!  Now!” she shrieked when they didn’t move fast enough.

          “Where are we supposed to sleep?” Jake said, crawling out of the bed and standing beside it like a kicked puppy.  No amount of puppy dog eyes and pitifulness was going to get her to soften.  She was pissed.  Brent followed him, both of them scrambling to find their underwear in the dark.

          “Y’all can go fuck yourselves on the couch for all I care.”  She lay down in the bed and turned her back to them.  “Good night.”

Chapter Five

          Jake punched Brent in the shoulder on their way down the hallway.  “You really screwed the pooch with that one.  Couldn’t make it sound any worse, could you?”

          Brent shrugged, rubbing his arm.  “It could’ve been worse.  She could’ve thrown something at us.”

          “I’ve got the couch.  You can take the floor, since you got us here.  Hell, I thought we’d be having another round with Lizzy right now, not sleeping our asses out here.”

          “She’s not just another piece of tail, Jake.”

          Jake lounged on the couch, looking at Brent.  “Did I say she was?  We’ve all been waiting long enough to do something, I didn’t have nearly what I wanted from her.  I want it all.”

          Brent made himself a spot on the floor, lying on the pillows from the couch.  “You ain’t the only one.  How we gonna make this right?”

          “I don’t know.  You’re on your own with that one.  I’m not letting you drag me down with you.  This isn’t exactly a situation I’ve had practice with, but I’m sure, given a little persuasion, she can see it in her heart to forgive us for getting a little competitive with her.  She’s never been able to stay mad at us for long.  I think it was just too much at one time for her to handle.  I know I didn’t expect to have a threesome with her tonight.  That’s your fault.”

          Brent grunted.  “After getting an eyeful, I couldn’t help myself.  It just happened.”

          “Yeah.  Threesomes just happen like that.”

          “You didn’t have to join in,” Brent said, throwing a pillow at Jake’s head.

          “And lay there while you had all the fun?  Go to sleep, numb nuts.  We’ll figure something out in the morning.  Maybe I’ll make her breakfast or something.  Women like that.”

          “Good luck with that.”

* * * *

          The delicious smell of frying bacon and percolating coffee woke Lizzy up from a deep sleep.

          Sleepily, she slipped on her t-shirt and underwear and padded into the kitchen, surprised to see Jake standing at the oven, dodging the spatter of bacon fat.

          “Hey,” she said, wondering how awkward the day was going to be.

          He glanced at her over his shoulder.  “Good morning, beautiful.  Hungry?  Brent’s still asleep.  I don’t think he slept well on the floor.  He took over the couch as soon as I got up.”

          She chuckled.  You could hit Brent over the head while he was asleep and he wouldn’t rouse.  She’d never seen another person sleep as deeply as he did.  Jake was an early riser like she was, seeming to want to get most of his tasks done for the day before lunchtime.

          “I thought you didn’t know how to cook?  I’ve never seen you be handy in the kitchen before.”

          “Well, my mama thought I should at least know how to cook breakfast.  Dad said that was the way to a woman’s heart—a good start to their day, you know?”

          Lizzy smiled.  “I think he was right.”  She snatched a piece of bacon resting on a paper towel on the counter.  It crunched satisfactorily in her mouth, making her salivary glands erupt.

          “It’s good,” she said, fixing herself a cup of coffee to bring herself back to life.

          “Glad you like it.  I thought it’d be just the thing to get you back on your feet.”  He finished up then scrambled some eggs and cooked them in the bacon grease.

          “Damn, you really do know how to soften up a girl.”

          He smiled, revealing that enticing dimple as he fixed them both a plate.  They ate at the counter, watching each other.  It was hard to stay mad at him when he looked so sexy in his boxer briefs that hugged his legs and butt like a glove.  She didn’t want them to think it was okay to treat her emotions like they were a game, however.

          “About last night…” she began, then trailed off, unsure of what to say or where to start.  She was pretty sure she shouldn’t have given in to either of them, and she was worried now about how their relationship had been altered forever.

          He sighed.  “I want to apologize, for me and for Brent.  We weren’t toying with you or trying to treat you like some ordinary lay.  We just…Brent is such a fuckup when it comes to this.  I don’t know how he’s going to be a lawyer when he spends so much time putting his foot in his mouth.”

          “He does have foot-in-mouth disease.”

          “Chronically,” Jake agreed.  “Anyway, we’ve both always had a little crush on you.  I just thought, once in the friend zone, always in the friend zone.”

          “But we’ve been friends forever, before things like sex and wanting to be boyfriend and girlfriend had ever entered the picture.  I thought y’all just looked at me like your kid sister or something.”

          Jake snorted and set his plate in the sink.  “Where would you get an idea like that?”

          Lizzy rinsed their plates off, avoiding looking at him.  “I’ve never seen you date a black girl for one.”

          “What’s that got to do with anything?”

          “I don’t know.  I always figured I wasn’t your type.  I thought you’d stick to sexy blondes and brunettes.”

          Jake sighed, grabbing her arm and turning her toward him.  “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.  And it isn’t just looks.  You’re the complete package—funny, smart, easy-going.  Why wouldn’t I want to date you?”

          She flushed, feeling her face flame.  “You still never tried.”

          “Dammit, Lizzy.  Can you blame me?  I didn’t want you thinking it was just about sex.  Didn’t you ever wonder why we never let you get to know any of our girlfriends?”

          “I suppose when you put it that way, it was kind of odd.”

          “We didn’t want to screw up and lose you.  Now it looks like we did it any damned way.”

          She sighed.  “No, you didn’t.  I love you.  Both of you.  I just don’t know where we’re going from here.  Is this friends with benefits or is it something else?  Something more than that?  And how could I ever choose between you and Brent?  You’ve both been in my heart for so long, I don’t know how I could ever get along without either of you.”

          His eyes darkened when his lids drew down.  “Maybe you don’t have to,” he said, pulling her into his arms.

          He lifted her chin, bending down to slant his mouth over hers.  She opened her mouth to accept him inside, thrilling to his tongue sweeping into her mouth.  He tasted like coffee, dark and inviting.  She sucked him greedily as he warred with her tongue.

          A whimper escaped her throat when he pressed her against the counter, crowding out any chance for escape.  Not that she wanted to.  She’d wanted to feel Jake inside her pussy since he’d kissed her breathless the day before.  That he wanted this to be more than sex only made the anticipation that much sweeter.

          He pushed her back, bending his knees to press between her legs.  The hard feel of his body crushing against her, his hands grasping her hips.  He made her knees feel like they would buckle under her own weight.

          Her pussy flooded with wetness, soaking her thin panties in readiness.  She should have been embarrassed, but when he snuck a hand between them and slipped it into the front of her underwear, his grunt of satisfaction made her cunt clench on a hard spasm of pleasure.  Her breasts felt swollen and heavy.  Her nipples tightened into little pinpoints that pricked against his muscular chest.

          His thrust a hard thigh between her, making her ride his leg.  The ridge of muscle against the tender lips of her sex and clit made her moan with unfulfilled longing.

          She grasped his broad shoulders, sighing when he broke from her mouth to nibble her jaw.  “Fuck me, Jake.  Don’t torture me like this.  I need to feel you inside me.”

          “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long.  You’ve got me so hard for you, baby,” he murmured, sucking at a nipple through the thin cotton covering her chest.

          She groaned, grinding herself against his thigh, willing the orgasm to come, but she needed him.  All of him.  Hot and hard and intense inside her.

          He slipped his hands in the waist of her panties and tugged them, snapping the fragile sides and throwing them onto the floor.  His aggression sent a lustful rush sliding through her.

          She arched her head back, gasping as he pushed her up on the counter and drew her to the edge, pressing between her thighs.  He pulled his cock out of his boxer-briefs.  The thick, veiny monster looked big enough to rip her in half.

          She grinned, wanting him to hurt her with it, leave his mark inside and on her forever.  She moaned when he arched her back and ripped her shirt up and over her head.  She felt unbelievably naughty fucking him in the kitchen, with Brent asleep in the next room.  What if he heard?  What if he watched them?

          Just the thought was enough to make her gush.

          Jake didn’t fail to notice her wetness covering her lips and thighs.  “I’ve never seen anyone get so wet.”  He pushed two greedy fingers into her hole, punishing her with torturous short strokes that made her gasp.

          “I have to taste you,” he said.  He knelt on the floor, propping her thighs on his shoulders as he moved his mouth to cover her sex.

          The first hot, wet slide of his tongue through her juices made her bite her lip to choke back a scream.