Three Men and a Woman: Evangeline (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (20 page)

But he was there, inside her, filling her with that wicked, hard cock. Inevitably, she felt it pulse, felt it throb as his interest grew. She stirred minutely as he flexed.

Or maybe that was her motion. Maybe she’d rocked just a little, grinding down for a bit more of that very good thing.

He wrapped his arms around her, securing her against him with his forearms clutched across her lower back and hips. “It’s okay, baby. Stay still. We’re fine.”

Fine, her ass. Without moving at all, he’d stirred her up again, making her wanty and needy just like that.

She wasn’t fine. She needed something…something.

He needed it, too. He lay still under her, not flexing, not thrusting. Even so, his cock surged into her, timed with his heartbeat she heard with her head against his chest.

Her nipples tightened, and her breath hitched. She turned her head, flopping it against his shoulder and grasping his hair so he faced her. They looked at each other, their gazes locked and their breath shared.

Yes, he needed it, too. He groaned, and his eyes lit as he tightened his arms. She felt it, the hard contractions of his muscles in his chest, his biceps, as he brought her harder down on his cock. Slowly, he curved his spine so he flexed up into her, filling her hard.

She was splayed out against him, her legs open, her pelvis ground against his.

Then he—rocked. Not really thrusting into her, hardly moving at all, he somehow gnashed further into her.

She was helpless against it, the severe stimulation, the implacable grip he had on her, the hard entrapment of his gaze.

She was lost, lost, shuddering in his unbreakable hold. They watched each other, groaned, and came.

* * * *

“I’m off tomorrow. I’m going to Evvie’s. I’d like you to stay here.”

“No.”

Chase cursed, and he didn’t make any effort to keep quiet about it. Damn Briggs. “You’ve been down there every day this week.”

“I have. And I’m going tomorrow, too.”

“Goddammit, you say you’re working, but you’re probably fucking her every day.”

Briggs raised his eyebrows and gave him a direct look. “I am working. And I’m fucking her every day. I can do both. And I intend to do both again tomorrow.”

“Come on, man. We don’t get to see her this weekend. And next week, Gio will be back. I want some time with her.”

It had been a hard week for Chase. He’d worked three long day shifts, leaving early and coming home late. But he wasn’t so late getting home that he’d avoided seeing Briggs.

Chase was out the door by shortly after five in the morning. Briggs was still asleep at that time—he usually worked until midnight or so. But Chase knew he got up every day and went to Evvie’s. He was back before Chase got home.

Briggs really was a decent guy. He could be counted on to have cold brew and good food ready when Chase walked in after a long and hard day. And Chase enjoyed it, their evenings sitting out on the deck, sharing a meal from a top Rochester restaurant and a couple beers. Briggs had enough humor, intelligence, and imagination to make a great conversationalist, and Chase always liked spending time with him.

But it fucking pissed him off now, seeing Briggs happy—
really
happy—and knowing that a lot of it was because he was banging Evvie every day.

And Chase wasn’t.

Friday was his first day off since they’d all gone down there together. He wanted to be with her.

He’d spent most of Tuesday trying to convince himself the ménage thing would never work. He’d taken a shot at convincing Gio and Briggs Monday night, but he could see that was all falling on deaf ears.

Chase had always been the sensible one, and he’d made an effort about it initially. By Wednesday, he’d started to cave, and, now, he’d simply given over.

He wanted to have Evvie. Plain and simple, he didn’t want to give her up. It had become more than clear that the only way he’d get to have her to himself would be if Gio and Briggs gave her up. And, being sensible, he knew that wasn’t going to happen. He knew them well enough to know they were sticking.

There wasn’t any point in fooling himself. If he wanted her, he was going to have to share. When he thought about the hours the four of them had spent in her room on Monday, it didn’t feel like a hardship.

Practically speaking, it seemed nuts, and he couldn’t believe he was considering it as a long-term arrangement. But remembering that wild fuck fest, the answer came easily.

Briggs had been watching him as he took a pull on his beer and then set it down. “All right. Evvie and I have spent the mornings working. We have lunch and then take a walk and then—”

“Yeah, yeah.” Chase didn’t need it spelled out.

“I’m willing to work here tomorrow. I’ll come down in the afternoon.”

“Maisy will be getting off the bus. You’ll drive all that way for a quickie?”

Briggs grinned and lifted one eyebrow. Of course he would. Chase would, too. They were talking about Evvie, for one, and for two, nothing was going to be all that quick.

But then Briggs sobered. “I love her.”

Chase nodded. Yeah, there was the rub.

“You should call and check with her. She’s working on a manuscript she has to get finished. I know she works after Maisy goes to bed, but she might not have it done. She maybe won’t have the morning to do what you want to do. We shouldn’t presume, anyway.”

Yeah. They shouldn’t presume. “I’ll talk to her.”

However crazy he thought it might be to consider what he was considering, it was all over the moment Chase stood on her porch and watched Evvie open the door to him.

She lit up. Like he was her long-lost love. Like he was the center of her world, and she’d been spinning rudderless without him.

Evvie love. It was there, and it was for him.

She pushed aside the screen door and opened her arms to him at the same time. “Chase,” she said. Like he was it for her.

He dropped his reasonable, rational worries like they were a woolen mantle he didn’t need in the summer of her arms. He stepped in—into her house, into her arms, into her.

“Ev.”

She held him and settled her head on his shoulder. He ducked his head, rubbing his jaw into her hair, and they breathed the same air.

“I’ve missed you.”

They both said it, the words in sync like they’d practiced for chorus.

He lifted a little to look at her. She looked back, entirely present, entirely guileless.

“Yes,” she said. “I have.”

His rational brain doubted. She’d had Briggs here each day, likely welcoming him in the same way, obviously not holding back from physically expressing her love for him.

But his heart knew. Yeah, she loved Briggs. But she fucking loved him, too. He knew it, had always known it.

“I believe you.”

She smiled—more of that light—and tilted, offering her mouth.

He was no fucking idiot.

He took what she offered. He touched softly at first, a contact of lips that meant the world, that reconnected them.

When he’d called the previous evening, she’d given him the same kind of response. Of course,
of course
she wanted him to come. Yes, she had work, but she promised she’d finish it that night before she went to bed.

He took her at her word. If he had to, he’d edit whatever damn thing she was working on himself in order to spend the next few hours with her.

It appeared that neither one of them was patient with just that soft touch. He brushed his lips harder against hers, a motion that she matched. He was inside her soon, tasting her mouth, delving deep. She accepted, welcoming the thrust of his tongue, letting him have her.

He cock was filling, nosing around trying to find its way out of his pants to a better place. He moved his hands down her body, grasped her hips and held her, giving his stupid dick something to nudge into. Murmuring his appreciation, he soothed one hand around to her ass.

“God, this feels good, sweetheart.”

“Um-hmm. Do you need something?” she asked between kisses. “Coffee? Breakfast?”

“There’s nothing in the world I need more than what we’re doing right here. Are you okay with it? Are you—”

“I’m not ever going to be tired of this, Chase. I’m not ever going to not want to make love with you.”

He looked at her again, wondering if that was a thing he could trust. His dick told him to stop being a dick and get on with it.

He moved his hand to cup her face and then slid it down to cover her breast. Massaging her with his palm, he watched her eyes. When he felt her nipple press into his hand like a hard berry, he strummed his thumb over it. Then he took it between thumb and finger and rolled it.

She liked it all—the soft touch of her face, the way he covered her breast. She looked back at him, her gaze warm. And then hot, as he took her nipple, and hotter as he got a little more aggressive with it.

She liked that very much. Leaning into him, her head falling back, she gave over to it. He put his lips on her neck, giving little kisses and nips. Then sucking, leaving marks as he worked her harder. He put his hand on her ass, squeezing.

The little witch wore a short skirt and nothing underneath it. In a split second he had his hand on bare skin. He grasped her hard, then moved down her cleft.

He put his middle finger over the first interesting thing he got to and lifted up to look at her. She wore a little cotton tank. Taking hold of the strap, and not caring if binding at the neckline tore a bit, he tugged it down her arm.

With really excellent results. A sweet little demi-bra cupped her breast but left her nipple bare. It was nice and rosy already from the way he’d been working it through the shirt. She had one hell of a beautiful tit.

She’d had her eyes closed, lost in that sexual haze that seemed to take her so easily. But she opened up when he’d torn at her shirt and was watching him now.

He kissed her hard once and grabbed her nipple again. “Keep looking at me,” he said. “Keep looking.”

He pinched her nipple, and she might have had to work a little to focus.

“You like it hard, don’t you? When I work your tit hard?”

“Yes,” she said. She swayed, causing a bit more tug herself. “Yes.”

“And this?” He pressed his middle finger in, just entering her. “You like this, too.”

She shuddered and moaned, rocking like she was asking for more. “Yes, yes.”

He gave her what she wanted, sinking his finger into her ass. She jerked and cried out, shivering herself down on his finger.

She was an incredible fuck, unbelievably into it, and so fucking easy.

He steadied her ass for a minute so he could shove his thigh in between her legs. “Make way for me.”

He shoved a little more, and she made room, letting him push up against her cunt.

“Take your shirt down so I can see your other tit.”

She appeared not to care too much about her wardrobe either, tugging hard enough that the neckline ripped a little.

“That’s it. Lean back and let me see them. Arch a little. Show them off for me.”

Like a freaking sex slave, she did what he asked. Arching her back, she shoved her tits out, firm and full, a fucking glorious sight to see. He grabbed at her other nipple, giving it a little fair play, then went from one to the other, rolling and tugging at them.

“Now put your fingers down and touch your clit.”

“Chase.”

“Do it, Ev.”

Of course she would, even if she was a little self-conscious about it. She would do what he asked. Very bravely, she kept her gaze on his as she moved her fingers down. She had to lift away from his thigh a little to manage it, but then, when he nodded her on, she settled back against him, her fingers tucked between.

“Good girl. Now make yourself come.”

She whimpered a bit.

“Evvie.” He reamed his finger into her and gave one nipple a good jerk. “Come on, baby.”

He kept working her, ass and tit, and she was such a hot bitch she couldn’t hold back. Tentatively at first, she started rocking against her fingers. He could just barely feel it with his thigh when she started rubbing herself.

“Good girl. Good girl. Keep going.”

“Mmm. Chase. Chase.”

He reamed her some more. “You like my finger in your ass, don’t you baby? Tell me.”

“Yes,” she said. “Yes.”

Her breath was all ratchety and hot now, her body tense.

“You want more.”

“Hmm.”

She was too far gone to know what he was saying.

“Two fingers, baby.”

She might not have heard what he said, but she felt what he did. Her eyes opened wide, and she screeched a little as he shoved a second finger in.

He fucked her with them, rhythmically shoving into that tight space, driving her on.