Secret Temptation [The Callens 3] (Siren Publishing M?nage Everlasting) (13 page)

Blake knew talking with Randy probably wouldn’t do much good, but if he lost April because Randy was too damned stubborn to play one fucking song, then maybe he and his
friend
were finished, too. He strode down the hall, forcing himself to inhale deeply.

When he walked in, Randy was doing pull-ups on the bar he’d attached to the ceiling. “We need to talk.”

Randy did a few more pull-ups and didn’t look like he was going to stop. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“How about the fact that you’re a fuckup and April just walked out of my life?”

Randy dropped to the ground. “That’s your problem.”

While it might have been an ultimately stupid move, he slammed his fist into Randy’s stomach. His friend had three inches and a thirty-five-pound weight advantage on him. No surprise, his hand stung from the blow. Randy dropped to the ground. He didn’t blink at the impact, which pissed him off even more. Randy stepped forward and shoved Blake backward. He stumbled but regained his balance quickly. He’d watched enough cage fights to know Randy wouldn’t kill him, but he also understood he would be the one with the bloody nose at the end of this dispute. Right now, he didn’t care. Randy had basically ruined the best thing in his life, and he needed to pay.

Surprise was on his side since they’d never fought after high school. Blake stepped forward, swung his leg high, and nailed Randy in the chest. This time, Randy did fall backward, but he caught himself before he fell.

“Is this what you want, Blake? You won’t win.”

“I don’t care.”

If he couldn’t have April, he needed to take his frustrations out on someone, and Randy was the best target. Good thing the workout room was covered in spongy rubber mats because when Randy came at him, both landed on the ground. Too bad, Blake had to be on the bottom. Using an elbow, he slammed it into Randy’s face and hit his nose. Blood poured out.

Randy jumped up, dragged Blake to his feet, then slammed him against the wall. All was going well until Randy pressed his forearm to Blake’s throat, cutting off his oxygen.

Randy got in his face. “You going to leave me alone?”

“No.”

He threw up his arms and walked away. “There’s nothing I could have done.”

Air rushed into his throat. “You could have played one song. How hard could that have been?” Blake advanced. “You know that’s all April asked. She wanted you to give yourself a chance to be happy. But could you even do that? No. You’re fucked-up, and we’re done, too.”

“Fine. Leave. Be like everyone else in my life.”

“Is that what this is about?”

Randy stood there. His gaze dropped to the ground. “I don’t know.”

“Are you scared of loving someone? She loves you back, you know.”

“For now.”

Blake needed some time to himself. He charged into his bedroom, packed a bag, and headed out. A few days in a hotel might give both of them some perspective.

* * * *

April spent the next two weeks poring over the books, determined to do her best at her last course. Since she’d told Randy to be all he could be, it was only right to follow her own advice. Concentrating on the material was nearly impossible. Good thing Darlene was willing and able to study with her. They met at the library the day before the exam.

“How’s it going with Dr. Hunk?”

She’d more or less kept Darlene up-to-date with the affair. “I think we broke up.”

“Oh, no. Why?”

She told her the basics. “I’m still reeling.”

“I’m so sorry. Do you mind if I give him a call?”

Jealousy raged through her.

Darlene held up her hand. “I’m only kidding. Dr. Danforth is in love with you.”

“That might be, but he made it clear that he and Randy come as a two-pack.”

“Ouch. Walking away from both must be killing you.”

Her heart pinched at the thought. “It is, but I have my principles. Randy is not being true to himself. I want the man he really is.”

“I hear ya.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon going over their notes. Darlene wasn’t much better at physics than she was, but they managed to get through the material. Her cell rang right before dinner, and her pulse raced thinking maybe Randy had changed his mind.

“It’s my mom. I’ve got to take this.”

She got up and ambled over to a stack of books where no one could be bothered. “Hi, Mom.”

“I know you’re studying, but Friday night is the Cheyenne orchestra’s opening night. Bob and Martha Dukes, who have season tickets next to us, can’t make it. Would you like to go with us?”

Hearing music might put salt in her wound. “I don’t think so.”

She’d told her mom about the breakup, which probably was why she got the offer. “You know your daddy’s health isn’t the best. He misses you so.”

“I see you’re not above playing dirty.”

“Never, dear.”

She chuckled. “Okay. I’ll go.”

They discussed the logistics and she hung up. She ambled back to the table, wondering if she should call back and decline. Her father looked perfectly healthy last time she was over.

When she got back to the table, a cute guy was sitting opposite Darlene. Rather than ask him to leave so they could study, April told her she needed to do something for her mom. “I’ll see you tomorrow night for the final.”

They hugged good-night. Not in the mood to cook, she stopped off at one of the Quad restaurants to grab a bite. She’d been content to be alone before she met Randy and Blake. Now her whole life had turned upside down. The worst part was that her stubbornness had been the cause. She could go back to Randy and Blake and say she made a mistake. She could tell them that she was willing to live with someone who seemed removed from life.

No. Stay strong
.

Why was it so hard to do the right thing?

* * * *

She wasn’t in the mood to go to the orchestra, but she didn’t want to disappoint her mom. As it was, both of her parents were a bit upset that Randy hadn’t taken advantage of the opportunity. Her mom had pulled strings to get him the audition and nothing came of it.

The volunteer at the orchestra door handed them the Playbill. On the way to their seats, her dad must have chatted with half a dozen people. April was thrilled that her parents had such a full life. Her heart almost ached watching the loving companionship between them. Yes, her mom fussed at her dad, but she did it with love. That was what she wanted out of life—a family that was full of love. Now that prospect seemed dim.

By the time they got to their seats, the show was about to begin. The lights dimmed and the curtain opened before she had to chance to even see the selections. She only half listened to the music. It was a mix of classical and contemporary music, but her mind wasn’t on the score.

Right before the intermission, the conductor faced the audience. “We have a special guest artist tonight who hails from Intrigue. He’s playing his personal composition called ‘For April, My Secret Temptation.’ Please welcome Randy Stark.”

His name jerked her out of her reverie. Heart pounding, she had to blink back the tears to see him onstage. Holy moly, he was wearing a tuxedo. Her mom grabbed her hand. April looked over. Both of her parents were beaming.

“You knew about this?”

“Yes. Isn’t it wonderful?”

“You didn’t tell me?”

Her mom patted her hand. “Randy made us promise. He wanted to surprise you.”

Goose chills raced up her body. The music began. She recognized the piece as the one he’d played for her. The title finally registered. He’d dedicated it to her. Was she really his secret temptation?

Tears streamed down her face, and the music filled her, bringing oxygen to her needy body. What she wouldn’t give to have Blake in the empty seat next to her. Maybe it was the acoustics in the room, or the fact Randy was playing for her, but her love for him bloomed and grew to unbearable proportions.

She knew why he didn’t tell her. Randy wasn’t one of words. He wanted to show her his love instead of tell her.

Her mom handed her a tissue and she wiped her eyes and blew her nose. The soft beginning of his piece built into a torrent of passion, much like the way he made love. The power of the piece permeated the room. She could almost feel the bass beating against her chest.

All too soon, he finished. They were close enough to see the beads of sweat on his forehead. When the piece ended, the room remained silent for a few seconds. Most likely they were stunned by the complexity and intensity. Then the applause turned deafening. People stood and cheered, and her heart couldn’t have gotten bigger.

The curtain lowered and the lights came on.

Her mother wiped away her own tears. “Oh, hon. That was so amazing. I’m sorry you had to be so sad these past few weeks, but Randy made me promise not to tell you.”

“What about Blake?”

Most of the members were standing and working their way to the lobby for intermission. Blake was scrambling against the grain. He’d been here!

When he got to the empty seat next to her, he gathered her in his arms. “I am so sorry.”

“For what?”

“For agreeing to keep you in the dark.” He brushed his thumb under her eyes. “You’ve been crying.”

“Tears of joy. The piece was perfection.”

“He wrote it for you.”

She sniffled. “I know.”

When Blake enveloped her in a hug, her troubles seemed to disappear. They talked for what seemed like seconds, catching up on how all of this had occurred. The lights flickered and the crowd returned to their seats.

Blake sat next to her. “I would have sat next to you earlier, but that would have given the secret away.”

She brushed away her tears as she leaned closer. “I’ve been through hell.”

“Like I haven’t?”

When he turned to the side she detected a bruise on his cheek. She touched the wound. “What happened?”

“Randy’s fist.” He held up a hand. “I started it.” He smiled. “Last time I take on a two-hundred-twenty-five-pound gorilla.”

The room darkened and the curtains opened. She couldn’t believe Randy was still seated at the piano. The conductor raised his baton. On the downbeat, the music filled the concert hall. She never took her eyes off Randy. His fingers raced across the keys and his head bobbed as the intensity increased. Throughout the wonderful performance, Blake held her hand. Her heart sang along with the music. The whole time, she had a smile on her face.

When the final curtain closed and the lights came on, she was breathless and speechless. The music moved her. She faced Blake. “So now what?”

He leaned closer. “You come back to my place.”

“That’s not what I meant. I mean about Randy? Did they offer him a job or what?”

“I’ll let him tell you.”

“You are determined to torment me. I think you two should be spanked.”

He laughed so loudly everyone turned and stared.

By the time they got into the lobby, her parents were waiting for her. Her mom gave her a hug. “Why don’t you drive back with Blake? I’m sure you have a lot of catching up to do.”

She looked at him and he nodded. “Can you bring me back to my folks’ later? My car’s there.”

“Sure.”

“We’ll keep it safe, hon, even if it needs to stay for a couple of days.” She winked.

Did she have the best mom or what?

Blake held her hand as they went out to the car. Once they were out of earshot of the crowds, he leaned over. “I hope you’ll be thinking about what I’m going to do to your body once I get you home.”

She glanced at his crotch. His cock was straining to get out. “I think you should be worried about what I’m going to do to you. But shouldn’t we wait for Randy?”

“He’s been invited to an opening night party, but he told them he couldn’t stay long. I know he wants to apologize to you in person.”

She couldn’t wait.

Blake had poured her a glass of wine just as Randy burst through the door. “Where is she?”

She laughed. “In the kitchen.”

Hoping for a big hug, she left her drink on the counter and rushed out to meet him. He held open his arms and she ran into his embrace. He kissed the top of her head. His freshly starched shirt smelled divine.

He held her at arm’s length. “What did you think?” His brows pinched as if he were worried his performance hadn’t lived up to her expectation.

“It was better than I could ever imagine. You were amazing.”

He grinned. “I did play particularly well, I thought.”

She looked over her shoulder at Blake, who was grinning. “If I’d known he would turn into someone this egotistical, I never would have suggested he play in public.”

Randy turned her chin to face him. “Babe, I was only teasing.”

“So was I.”

“Look, I gotta shower. I’m all sweaty. Maybe afterwards, we can make up for some lost time.”

“We’ll see. It depends on what happens next.”

His demeanor changed. A shield descended. “What does that mean?”

“What are your plans? Are you now willing to tell people about your talent, or will you hide in my dad’s stables?”

He blew out a breath. “I had wanted to save that for another surprise, but the orchestra asked me to join them full-time.”

She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a kiss. “That’s wonderful.”

“But I told them I didn’t want to travel. I’ll play in Cheyenne and that’s all. Secondly, since the piano isn’t integral to every piece, I don’t have to practice as much as the others. I still want to work at the ranch.”

“You love horses, so that’s perfect. I never expected you to give that up.”

He tapped her nose. “We’re good?”

“As long as you don’t shut down emotionally, we are more than good.” She reached around and squeezed his butt. “Go shower.”

He looked up at Blake. “Don’t start without me.”

As soon as the shower door closed, Blake went back into the kitchen and retrieved her glass. Her throat was parched from talking the whole time from Cheyenne to Intrigue. She drank a fourth of the drink.

Blake waved his glass. “You want to join him?” He nodded toward the shower.

“Is it big enough for three?”

“Yes. It was one of the reasons why I bought the place.”

Getting naked was her plan in the first place. “I’m game.”

They went into Blake’s bedroom and undressed as quickly as they could. She figured Randy wouldn’t be spending too much time cleaning up when he knew they’d be waiting. Laughing, they jogged to the bathroom and pushed open the door.

Steam filled the room.

“I was wondering when you two would join me.”

As soon as she stepped into the stall, Randy pulled her close and kissed her. His hands roamed over her ass then up her back. “I wish I could say how sorry I am. My mom always told me I was stubborn.”

She smiled. “That makes two of us.”

Blake turned on the second shower. He must have pulled the handheld head off the wall because a moment later, warm water splattered her back. Randy’s kisses distracted her until Blake’s soapy hands came in contact with her ass.

Randy flipped her around but kept an arm tight around her waist. He pressed the soap dispenser and filled his palm. Then he washed her tits. Blake moved in close and spread her legs wide.

“I want that pussy clean.” He reached between her legs and lightly rubbed.

When his middle finger slid in, she clenched. “Ooh. It’s been too long.”

Randy kissed the top of her head. “I’ll make it up to you. I hope you’re ready for a cage fighting marathon. We won’t leave until one of us can’t walk anymore.”

She laughed but immediately sucked in a breath when Blake massaged her clit. “I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”

Blake cupped her pussy. “Feel free to come as many times as you want.” His finger probed her.

“That’s good, but understand that I’m not offering the same option to you two. I want you hard, ready, and desperate.”

Randy poked her pussy with his hard shaft. “This work for you?”

She loved it when they bantered with each other. “Absolutely.” She twisted in his arms. Taking a bit of soap off her chest, she grabbed his cock and rubbed her hand back and forth.

Randy stopped her after a few seconds. “Music turns me on. You turn me on. Not having sex turns me on.”

“Your point?”

“Touch me much longer and I’ll go off like a pulled trigger.”

“You’re no fun.”

Before she could twist around and see if Blake had better stamina, he dragged her hips toward him while he pressed her back downward.

Randy’s cock was at her mouth. “Hello there. Randy, can you hand me the showerhead so I can rinse you?”

He rinsed his cock himself. As she lowered her mouth to suck on him, Blake dribbled soap down her divide. He rubbed her ass cheeks until she was sure they were red. Good thing the welts from her whipping had time to disappear. She bet Blake would have had a fit.

She cupped Randy’s balls and had drawn him into her mouth when Blake’s finger probed her ass. Knowing how pleasurable making love in the ass could be, she relaxed her body and let him tease her.

Randy moaned and slightly pressed his cock into her mouth. “Your tongue is killing me.”

Good
. She wrapped her lips tighter around him. She pulled off and bent over more to draw his manly sac into her mouth. He gasped and drew back.

“I give. I’m so on the edge. Is everyone clean yet?”

Her pussy and butt sure were white-glove clean, as were her tits. “I’m good.”

Blake ran his hands over his body, making sure his cock was squeaky clean. He shut off the water and motioned she step out first.

There was a stack of towels on a shelf. She pulled out one. Instead of drying herself, she wanted to dry her men. “Come here.”

“Be careful,” Randy said. “I desperately want you.”

She lightly dabbed his cock before she patted dry his chest. “Turn around.”

He did, and she rubbed his back dry. Before she got to his legs, she attended to Blake. She was able to spend more time dragging the towel over his dick because she hadn’t sucked on him yet. She loved how his muscles flexed when she touched him.

Randy turned around. “We’re dry enough.”

“I’m not dry.” She liked spending time examining their bodies.

Randy picked her up. He didn’t seem to care that she was dripping wet. “Blake, bring towels. We’ll wipe her down in a moment.”

Carrying her didn’t seem to be any kind of chore for him. He placed her on Blake’s bed and crawled over her. Blake tossed him a towel and joined the fray. Together they made sure every drop of water was off her body. As soon as she was dry, they’d lick her tits, getting them wet again, before they dried them. By the time the men finished taking care of her, they didn’t need any towel action for themselves.

Both seemed to know what to do. Blake spread her legs and planted his chest on the bed while Randy stayed on his knees by her side. It was almost as if there was the imaginary line drawn at her waist. Blake would get below the line, and Randy’s territory would be above. The dual tongues overwhelmed her. Blake continued her trip to paradise by sucking on her pussy.

“I love eating your sweet honey.”

She’d been about to respond when Randy rubbed her stomach and captured her nipple in his mouth. The tight pressure from his lips sent shards of need through every vein. She reached Blake’s shoulder and held on, enjoying how the muscles rippled. With her other hand, she raked her fingers through Randy’s damp hair.

The two seemed to be battling for her attention. First, Blake would dip two fingers into her, causing her back to arch, and then Randy would tease her swollen tips using his teeth, pulling the nipples taut. The sublime pleasure catapulted her higher. Spasms of desire raced through her.

She wanted to run her hands over their well-formed bodies, but she was enjoying the attention too much. Randy captured both breasts in his hands and pressed them together. He ran his tongue from one to the other, nipping the ends as he jumped between them. His kisses moved upward as did his hands. He pressed her forehead back to expose her neck. He licked, sucked, and kissed each square inch until he found her lips.

She opened up and went on the offensive. She drove her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues tangled and danced during the exploration. She loved how he tasted of mint toothpaste. He’d be daring and forward one minute then soft and gentle the next. It was almost like he was playing “My Secret Temptation” on her body mixing lento with allegro. His caring attention deepened her love.

While she was inhaling Randy on one end, Blake continued to build her blaze below. His fingers worked magic and his tongue drove her wild.

The speed and intensity of their hands and tongues brought her so high, she lost control. “Oh, God.”

She let out a garbled cry and arched her back as a torrent of bliss nearly drowned her. Her climax came so hard, she lost her breath.

The men’s hands soothed her. “We need you to get on your hands and knees.” Randy kissed her cheek so tenderly, she barely felt the contact.

“Okay.” She lifted her arm to roll over, when four hands picked her up and placed her in position. “That was intense.” Her mind had turned to mush and made her unable to come up with a better word.

“We’ve only begun,” Blake said.

“I’m good, or at least I will be as soon as I catch my breath.”

Blake rubbed her ass while Randy knelt in front of her and played with her tits. His rock-hard cock sat within an inch of her mouth. His dick was calling to her. Like a lizard making a surprise attack on a bug, she pounced on him.

He moaned and held her head. “Easy, babe. I don’t want to come too soon.”

She loved tasting him. The pressure eased off the end of the bed. Footsteps sounded and a drawer squeaked open. Blake was getting supplies, she bet. While he did what he needed to do, she stayed busy tending to Randy.

The scent of strawberries filled the air. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a condom fly by. Randy placed the foil package next to him. Her heart rate increased the moment Blake dragged lube over her hole. Foil ripped behind her. Blake was donning another condom. In a way, she wished she could take the time to watch, but she loved Randy’s cock in her mouth too much to allow the distraction.

Randy lifted her shoulders. “That’s all you get.” His voice came out breathy. “I’ll let you enjoy what Blake is going to do.”

Randy rolled her turgid nipples in his fingers. The slight pain turned erotic. How could she concentrate when Randy had her attention? Just as that thought crossed her mind, Blake plunged two fingers into her pussy. His thumb brushed against her clit and sent sparks of need straight to her heart.

He dragged her juices up her crack and across her puckered hole. She wanted his cock and needed him now. “Please, Blake.”

“I love when you beg me.”

“I’ll beg all you want.” She wiggled her ass.

“I don’t know how long I can last. It’s been so long.”

“Then hurry.”

He pressed a lubed finger into her hole to stretch her out. He wiggled it right and left and managed to hit some sensitive spots. She couldn’t help but clench.

“You know better than that.”

“Maybe I want a spanking.” She’d relived the crop experience over and over again, knowing that she wanted that again.

“Next time.”

Damn
.

He pressed in another finger. The combination of the two working together brought so much pleasure. Randy plucked and teased her breasts, adding to the enjoyment. He leaned over and nibbled on her neck. The hairs stood up as his lips brushed over her skin.

Blake removed his fingers. More strawberry perfumed the air. Her pussy clenched, getting ready for the sexual adventure. He pressed a hand on her back, and she resumed the hands-and-knees position. He rubbed her ass as he nudged open her muscled hole with his cock. She relaxed the best she could, but that was difficult when her nipples were pulsating from what Randy was doing.

Blake stopped moving as soon as he popped past the ring. He groaned and squeezed her ass. “You are so tight.” His breaths came out fast.

When he seemed to gain his composure, he edged deeper. She rotated her chest a bit in an attempt to get more pressure from Randy’s hands, and in the process, Blake’s cock hit a truly sensitive spot. Tiny electric shocks burst forth.

Randy left her breasts and concentrated on her neck and head. He cupped her face, leaned down, and kissed her hair. “You smell good.”

She opened her mouth to respond when Blake drove in deeper. His cock seemed to have grown since the last time. Her heart hitched. Then Blake withdrew a bit and followed with another plunge. He continued his back-and-forth movement until he was seated fully in her.

“You okay?” he asked.

Maybe she’d moaned or groaned, but she couldn’t remember. “Uh-huh.”

Randy placed his hands on her shoulders and brought her up to a kneeling position again. She widened her eyes. The change of position stimulated a new set of nerves.