Rule of Three (14 page)

Then, with the two men standing on either side of her, Kassidy rose to her knees, holding a cock in each hand, sucking first one, then the other. Her tugging fingers pulled them closer, closer to her eager mouth, closer to each other, so close their cocks almost touched. Dag watched with heated, heavy eyes as his cock and Chris’s met at Kassidy’s mouth. Heat boiled in his balls, his body tightened with anticipation, every nerve ending tingling.

She looked up at them, her mouth wet, eyes wide. “I want to suck you both,” she whispered, and Dag felt her breath on the sensitive head of his cock. “At the same time.”

Jesus. He wanted to shout,
yes!
But he swallowed the words through a tight throat, glanced at Chris. Chris’s jaw was locked, a pulse ticcing there, his eyes narrowed, one hand resting on Kassidy’s head. When Dag’s eyes met Chris’s, the torment there almost knocked him back. Did Chris want that? Did he not want that? Confusion swirled inside Dag as he waited for Chris’s response, his cock and balls aching.

“Please,” Kassidy whispered, focusing her attention on Chris. “I want to so bad.”

Chris’s eyes fell closed and he gave a jerky nod. “You can try, baby. You won’t be able to get both of us in very far.”

Heat flooded Dag’s body, weakening his knees, and he took one step closer, planted his feet firmly on the floor as his dick slid along the length of Chris’s.

Fuck! His eyes were heavy, but he wanted to watch, wanted to see as Kassidy pumped them together and opened even wider. She could barely take them both in, just the heads, her tongue scalding hot as she licked over his flesh, Chris’s cock just as hot and hard against him.

Unable to stop himself, he reached out a hand, for support, for balance, for…pleasure…and rested it on Chris’s chest. They both held Kassidy’s head with one hand. Chris’s other hand hung at his side, fingers clenched. Dag didn’t look at Chris, couldn’t look at him, stared at Chris’s hand. Until finally Chris lifted it and slowly, slowly touched Dag’s chest.

Fire streaked through Dag’s body, his cock jerked against Kassidy’s mouth. Chris slid his hand higher, flattened his palm, his heat scorching Dag’s skin. Dag moved his hand too, up to Chris’s shoulder, to the back of his neck. Their faces were only about a foot apart, close enough to hear each other breathing in harsh, ragged breaths.

Slick, wet sounds filled the air as Kassidy licked and sucked and played with the thick shafts and murmured her enjoyment. Dag let out a long groan when she rubbed their cocks together. She looked up at them almost apprehensively, her long lashes like starbursts around her eyes. And, making another noise of helpless pleasure, Dag leaned his head against Chris’s and tightened his fingers around Chris’s nape as he exploded in long, hard spurts.

Chris was quiet, for one who usually talked during sex—Dag knew this—and then he came too, with a muffled groan, and Kassidy took their come into her mouth, on her mouth, on her face, splattered into her dark hair.

“Thank you,” she said long moments later as the three of them collapsed together on the couch. “For letting me…”

Dag didn’t say a word, and neither did Chris.

Kassidy finally heard back from Hailey Saturday afternoon, when she was on her way over to her parents’ house. “Are you going to come see Mom?” she asked into her cell phone, turning onto the street where her parents lived.

“I can’t today,” Hailey said. “She’s okay, isn’t she?”

“She’s got a fractured pelvis. She’s pretty much bedridden for a while.”

“Well, that’s good,” Hailey said, and Kassidy drew the phone away from her ear to stare at it in disbelief.

“That’s good?” she repeated, voice rising. “That is not good!”

“She’s alive,” Hailey said. “I had a late night last night, I’m beat, and I have to work tonight.”

“But…well, okay. But next week Dad has to go out of town.” Kassidy pulled into the wide driveway in front of the double-car garage. “I thought maybe you could check on Mom during the day when I’m at work, and I’ll come by in the evenings.”

“I can’t,” Hailey said. Kassidy gritted her teeth. “I’m really busy all next week.”

“Doing what?” Kassidy sat in her parked car, staring at the doors of the garage painted the same taupe color as the house.

“I’m just busy,” Hailey said, an edge in her voice.

Kassidy felt like flinging the phone against the garage. “Fine,” she said tightly, getting out of the car and slamming the door shut. “Whatever.” She snapped her phone shut and stalked into the house.

Inside the foyer, she took a deep breath before facing her mom and dad. Her hands trembled and she tried to control them as she dropped her phone into her purse then moved into the house.

“Hello!” she called. “It’s me, Kassidy.”

She walked into the den and found her dad sitting in a chair beside the bed, both of them watching television. Her mom looked a little better but still bashed up and pale.

“Kassidy,” Mom said with a faint smile. “Hi.”

“Hi, Mom.” Kassidy approached the bed with a smile and smoothed her mom’s hair back. “How are you doing?”

She visited with her mom for a while then threw in a load of laundry for her dad. He could do laundry, but he didn’t like to, and he needed clothes for his business trip. Kassidy took inventory in the kitchen for easy meals her dad could make, but didn’t find much, so she made a list and then went to the grocery store. She unloaded groceries, made two big pans of lasagna and slid them into the oven to bake. She’d take home one of them for Dag and Chris and her.

“You’re such a good girl,” her mom said later, her voice blurry from pain meds. “Thank you, Kassie.”

She was the good girl. Always the good girl. Except for the naughty threesome she had going on in her bedroom with two men. Her stomach clenched at the thought. What would her mom think if she knew about that? About how bad Kassidy was really being. Kassidy sucked her bottom lip in briefly.

What she was doing with Dag and Chris wasn’t hurting anyone. It wasn’t as if she were doing something deliberately bad to someone else—breaking a law or harming anyone.

Although a glimmer of concern did hover in the back of her mind about where this was all going and the fact that, hell yeah, someone could definitely get hurt by what they were doing. She just wasn’t sure who it was going to be.

She pasted on another smile for her mom. “Dad says you’ll be okay tomorrow, so I’ll come back Monday when he’s gone.”

“Don’t you have to work?”

“We have some family days we can use for things like this.”

The small knot in her stomach tightened at the thought of the project at work she needed to work on, but she had a plan—she’d stop by in the morning, make sure Mom had everything she needed, get to work, do a few things and gather up some work she could do at home, then come back and stay with her mom for the rest of the day. It would only be a few days and then Dad would be back, and Mom would be able to get up and around on her crutches a bit more, hopefully.

So that’s what she did, but Tuesday night she’d done all she could do on the project away from the office and she was stressing about how she was going to get her tasks done by deadline and still look after her mom.

“God, I wish I could help,” Chris said, shoving a hand through his hair. “But I’m swamped myself.”

“It’s those layoffs, isn’t it?”

The company was moving forward with outsourcing. Working in Human Resources she knew all about it, but she didn’t like it—cutting staff was never a good thing—and she knew Chris didn’t either, but didn’t have much choice.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “Fuck. I’m in meetings all day and I might even have to fly to Seattle this week.”

“Oh no.” She stared at him in dismay. “Not now.”

“I hope not. I’ll try to avoid it.”

“I’ll go check on your mom,” Dag spoke up, and both Kassidy and Chris turned to him in surprise. One corner of his mouth tilted up. “What? So she doesn’t know me. I feel like a useless piece of shit sitting here while you two run yourselves ragged.”

“I’m okay,” Kassidy said automatically. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I know I don’t have to, I want to,” he replied evenly. “Come with me in the morning to introduce me and I’ll stay with her for a while and you can go to work.”

“Don’t you have meetings tomorrow?” Dag had been busy all week too, with seemingly back-to-back meetings and constant phone calls and emails on his BlackBerry. He’d worked most evenings, too, and Kassidy had come to realize that contrary to her impression about him having everything dropped into his lap with no effort, Dag was as much as a workaholic as Chris was. Maybe more. He seemed driven to turn this idea he had into reality.

“Not until four o’clock. You can come after work and that should cover things pretty well.”

“Yeah. She can be alone for a couple of hours.” She nibbled her bottom lip and regarded him. “Thank you, Dag.”

“Thanks, man.” Chris laid a hand on Dag’s shoulder. Dag looked up at Chris, and Kassidy saw a flash of something in Dag’s eyes, something…disturbing. Dag looked at Chris as if he wanted to eat him.

She swallowed and blinked, but the hunger was gone and Dag just smiled easily. “No sweat, man,” he said. “Anytime.”

So the next morning Kassidy led Dag into her parents’ home and introduced him to her mom. Predictably, her mom protested that she didn’t need someone with her all day and she certainly couldn’t impose on someone she didn’t even know.

“It’s no trouble, Mrs. Langdon,” Dag said, with his devilish charming smile, and Kassidy watched her mom soften at his irresistible appeal.

“Call me Hope,” she said. “I feel terrible about this. I’m sure you’re a busy young man…”

“I may have to take a few calls,” Dag said, smiling. “And I’ve got my computer to keep me busy with some work, but otherwise I’m yours for the rest of the day. I’m looking forward to knowing all about Kassidy’s childhood. I want to hear all the stories about what kind of bratty kid she was.”

Hope laughed. “Sorry, there aren’t any stories like that. Kassidy was a perfect angel.”

“There must be something.” His dimples deepened and Kassidy shook her head.

“Don’t tell him, Mom,” she said, smiling. “He’ll hold it against me.”

Her eyes and Dag’s met above the bed and heat sizzled for a few seconds.

“I wouldn’t hold that against you,” he said softly, and she knew exactly where his mind was and what he would hold against her. And her insides softened and warmed.

“I better go,” she said hastily, picking up her purse. “Thank you again, Dag, and just call my cell phone if you need anything.”

What would her mother tell him? God. Once again, she didn’t want Dag to think she was a boring goody-two-shoes, although at this point he had to have a fairly good idea that she was definitely no angel.

Chapter Twelve

“You should just stay with us,” Chris said, then clenched his jaw. Fuck. Where the hell had that come from?

Dag laughed as if it were a joke. They were in the kitchen making dinner. Kassidy had gone over to her mom’s place after work, just for a quick check in, and Dag had had the idea to make dinner for her. A damn good idea, Chris had to admit, ashamed he hadn’t thought of it himself. Kassidy was running herself to pieces between her mom and her work since the accident two weeks ago.

“Seriously,” he said, stirring the pot of pasta. “I mean, you’ve been in Chicago for nearly a month. You’re spending a fucking fortune for a hotel room and you’re hardly ever there.” He didn’t look at Dag. His stomach tightened into hard knots.

Since that night when Kassidy had—Christ, what had she done? Sucked them both? Pulled them close and rubbed their cocks together? Yeah, that and a whole lot more. Since then, Chris had found his head swimming with sizzling images, his body responding with heat and hardness. He tried to get those pictures out of his mind, the vision of his cock and Dag’s together seared into his senses. The feel of Dag’s cock against his, so goddamn wrong. So goddamn hot.

Dag nodded slowly. “Yeah. I guess that’s true. But what does Kassidy think about that?”

“She’ll be fine with it.” Chris was sure of that. He hadn’t talked to her about it, but he knew she’d be okay with it. What he didn’t know was why the hell he was even suggesting it. Was he sick? Was he asking for something? Was he daring himself to see what he’d do with Dag around all the time?

“Well…okay. I do seem to end up here most of the time. Not sure how much longer I’ll be in town.”

Chris didn’t know whether to laugh or curse. He struggled for composure. “I thought maybe you were thinking of moving back to Chicago. Permanently.”

Dag’s face, too, stayed neutral. His wrist twisted as he opened a can of tomatoes. “I haven’t decided that.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Chris rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, tomorrow you can get your stuff and bring it back here.”

The sound of the door opening had him lifting his head.

“I’m home!” Kassidy called. She appeared in the kitchen doorway, sniffing. “God, that smells good! Garlic! What are you doing?”

“Making you dinner. Hey, sweetheart.” Chris moved over to kiss her forehead, almost feeling relieved she was home.

“How’s your mom?” Dag asked.

“Doing okay. Still in a lot of pain.” Kassidy rubbed between her eyebrows and sighed.

“You look tired,” Chris said. “Go change and I’ll pour you a glass of wine. Dinner’s almost ready.”

“That is so nice.” She surveyed the kitchen. “Thanks.” And she disappeared again, returning moments later dressed in a pair of beige shorts and a white T-shirt. She accepted the glass of Chardonnay from him with a smile.

“I can’t believe you guys are cooking.”

“Gotta give Dag the credit.” Chris circled his hand around the nape of her neck and stroked. She felt tight beneath her soft skin, the downy hair at the nape of her neck tickling his palm. This had been a rough couple of weeks. “But I helped.” He grinned and took a swallow of his beer. “You’ve been running your ass off trying to look after your mom and stay on top of things at work. Thank god I didn’t have to go to Seattle. And thank god Dag was here to help out too. Thanks again, man.” He turned to his friend. Yeah, he was glad Dag was back. Then he remembered.