Two For One Special (Menage Romance) (4 page)

“Hello, Macy.”

She blushed hotter and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Hi.”

“I hear your boss has you tied up in knots.”

Not the kind I’d like
. “Mmm-hmm.”

“That’s too bad. I’m headed downstairs to the bar. It’s happy hour. I’d love it if you came, but I’d hate to get you in trouble.”

Macy bit her lip and tried to ignore the wetness spreading across her panties. “I’ve just finished actually.”

“Oh?” Ray’s face perked up and she smiled. “You’re welcome to join us.”

“Us?” Her voice rose on the word, squeaking as excitement took over.

“Yeah. Damien’s probably two beers in already. Bankers. They don’t like to work on Fridays.”

Damien. And Ray. Together again at a bar. Visions of the threesome dancing and groping and losing control filled her vision. Screw being proper. She’d had a week from hell.

“That sounds great. I’ll meet you in ten?”

“Sure thing. We’ll save you a seat.” Ray winked and walked past her down the hall.
Oh, god
. She’d gone from a hedonistic night with the pair of them, straight into never ending work. Without a minute to slow down. Or think.

But her lady bits knew exactly what they wanted. Both men. All over her. All night long. She hustled to the bathroom to freshen up. She wasn’t going to freak out this time. She was going to go for it. Get what she wanted and have a night to remember. If they were still interested, she’d end her week with a bang.

Ray sat down at the bar and grinned at Damien. “You’ll never believe it.”

“You got promoted?”

“Nope. Even better. Macy’s on her way down.”

“You’re shitting me.”

“Not a chance. Ran into her in the hallway and invited her.”

“I thought she’d been avoiding you all week?”

Ray shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, she was swamped with some crazy project for her boss. She might not have had time to think about anything else.”

“Yeah. I know when you’re under pressure, I can’t get you to answer the phone. Forget chasing some tail.”

Ray ordered a beer and propped his elbows on the bar. “You really think she’d go for both of us? For more than a fling? She freaked pretty hard last week.”

“Shit, man. You’re the one who knows her, not me. But from how free she was on the dance floor? I’d say hell yes. She loved it. And I did too. Fuck. Her body? All those curves. And her tits? I could seriously worship them.”

Ray snorted. Damien was always direct, he’d give him that much. But he couldn’t get a read on Macy. He knew she liked him, but Damien? He just wasn’t sure. She’d given herself up to him in the back room all right, but that was different.

If he’d wanted her all to himself, he’d be set. One drink and he’d scoop her up into his arms and take her home. Show her the world.

But he was done with the solo route. He wanted a woman for both of them—one they could share. Adore. Even love.

The bartender slid the beer over and he grabbed it, gripping tight. He glanced over at Damien and took a drink. They had a connection, the pair of them. Something more than friendship, but less than lovers. And he wanted him in his life. Intimately. Preferably with a hot blonde grinding against them both.

He just hoped Macy’d be up for the challenge. “I don’t know, man. I think we’re pushing her limits.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.”

Ray turned around and Macy smiled.
Shit
. “Macy. Hey.”

“Hi.”

She’d pulled her hair out of her bun and opened a few buttons on her blouse. Between the blonde curls falling over her shoulders and the hint of lace encasing her cleavage, Ray didn’t know where to look.

“It’s good to see you, Macy.”

“You too, Damien. I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye last week. I guess it all caught up with me.”

“No worries. But I’m glad you’re here now.”

“Me too.”

Ray moved over a seat and patted the vacant stool.

Macy slipped onto it and motioned to the bartender. “I’ll have what he’s having. Thanks.”

“Beer? For a city girl like you?”

Macy smiled and crossed her legs, showing of acres of creamy skin.
Oh, to be that stool
.

“It’s been a long week. I just need something to unwind.”

“Ray tells me that boss of yours had you running on empty.”

Macy glanced over at Damien and nodded. “He did. A crazy last-minute trip for depositions out of state. Important ones. It took me all week to get the exhibits together.”

“But you’re done now?”

“Done and responsibility-free until Monday morning. Mr. Donovan even told me to take the night off, can you believe it?”

Ray blinked. “He did?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Wow. You must have done something right.”

Macy smiled and grabbed her beer. “Thanks.” She took a drink—head tipped back, liquid amber running down her throat—and Ray stared.
Damn
.

“Macy? Macy is that you?”

Ray turned around and a complete ass hat in a windbreaker stood a few steps away. Macy turned around and stiffened on the stool.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“It’s me, Brad. You know, from the dating site?”

Macy frowned and the hair on the back of Ray’s neck raised. She wasn’t happy.

“Hello, Brad.”

“Hey, sorry about last week. I got caught up in work and totally forgot about the date. Hope you don’t mind.”

Ray cocked his head and pointed at the new guy. “That’s the man you were meeting on a blind date?”

“Yep. That’s Mr. Internet himself.” Macy crossed her arms and turned to Brad. “You know, usually when you can’t make it, you give someone a call. Or at least a text. You don’t just stand them up.”

Brad ran his hand through his hair and shrugged. “Sorry?”

Macy rolled her eyes. “Whatever. But I’m not interested anymore, okay?”

Brad sneered and stepped forward. “What? We chatted for weeks. You’re gonna let one little mistake end everything?”

As the jerk glowered at Macy, he changed. Gone was the dweeb and hello was the asshole. Ray sat taller on the stool and Damien did the same. No one was going to get in Macy’s face. Not without getting through both of them.

Macy rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t a little mistake, Brad. I went out of my way to go to that restaurant. And waited for an hour for your sorry ass to show up. Why would I give you a second chance?”

“Because you owe me.” Brad narrowed his eyes and Ray tensed on the stool. “I stopped chatting with like three other women because of you.”

“Then you shouldn’t have forgotten our date.”

Damien stood up and folded his arms across his chest. “I think she’s got you there, buddy. How ’bout you just go back where you came from and hit up some other unsuspecting lady online. One who’s available. And interested.”

“Excuse me?” Brad stepped forward, puffing his chest out like a peacock on parade. It took all Ray’s self-control not to bash the guy’s face in right there. But he didn’t want to make a scene. Not in front of Macy.

“You heard what I said. Get lost.” Damien stood his ground and Ray stood up, balling his hand into a fist.

“I don’t think so. I’ve got unfinished business right here.” Brad stepped forward and grabbed Macy by the arm.

“Hey! Get your hand off me!”

As soon as the words left Brad’s mouth he was a goner. No one was going to treat his woman that way. He was making a scene all right.

Without so much as a warning glance, Ray pulled back and launched a right hook at the guy’s jaw. His fist met face in a sickening crunch and grind and the bastard fell to the floor. Ray’d knocked him out cold.

Ray shook his hand as Damien bent to check on the jerk.

Macy hopped off the stool and grabbed Ray by the arm. “Oh my god. Did you just knock him out?”

Ray dragged his hand down his face and nodded. “Sorry, Macy. I just—I didn’t like him touching you.” He stole a glance at her face, expecting the worst. But she wasn’t horrified. She was laughing.

“You’re not mad?”

“Mad? No. It’s fucking fantastic. I had two gorgeous men defending my honor. And you even punched him for me. No one’s ever done anything like that for me before.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep.”

“You’ve been hanging out with the wrong kind of men.”

“Obviously.”

Damien stood up and shook his head. “You clocked him good, buddy. He’s breathing and all, but his jaw is gonna hurt like a bitch tomorrow.”

The bartender walked over and handed Ray a towel filled with ice. “Dude, Ray. Did you have to knock him out?”

“Sorry, Doug.”

“It’s okay, I saw what a dick he was being. I’m just glad I don’t have to call the cops. But you guys might want to get out of here before he wakes up.”

Ray nodded. The last thing he needed was to deal with an angry psycho. Not when he had other things in mind. “Thanks, Doug.”

“No problem, man. See you next week?”

“Sure thing.” Ray turned to Macy and raised his eyebrows. “Any chance we can get you to come with us? I’ve got more beer in my fridge at home.”

Macy looked up at him and smiled, full and lush. “I’d love to. Lead the way.”

“So you two really go for one woman?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Macy glanced at Ray and Damien as she played with the label of her beer. They’d made it to Ray’s place in record time and had been drinking in his living room for a while.

She loved his place—all stone and brick with windows overlooking a park across the street. Masculine and warm, the whole place wrapped her in safety. Just like Ray’s arms.

She glanced at both men and smiled. A few hours ago, she’d been unsure and tempted to leave. To turn down their crazy idea of relationships and love and go back to the dating grind. But after the incident with Brad, and more conversation, she’d made up her mind. Damien and Ray were the nicest, most honest men she’d met in ages.

And they wanted her. All to themselves. No guy she’d met online made her light up like Christmas on the dance floor. Or sent shockwaves of lust racing through her veins.

Maybe she hadn’t been finding love because she needed something different—something more.

“You really don’t ever get jealous? Or competitive?”

“Jealous? No. But competitive?” Damien smiled as he glanced at Ray. “Only on occasion.”

Macy blushed as Ray laughed.

“It usually ends in record-breaking orgasms, so I don’t think it’s a bad thing.”

“I see.” She licked her lips and set down her beer. It was so unlike her, but she was ready. She wanted all they could give her and more. “Any chance we could start a friendly wager, then?”

“Ooh. The lady likes to play, does she? What’s the bet? I’m in no matter what.” Damien leaned forward and rested his forearms on his knees.

Macy couldn’t believe she was about to do it. But she couldn’t help herself. She was going to have them both. In every way imaginable. No more waiting. No more doubt.

“The first man to make me come can fuck me. The other has to watch.”

Damien’s jaw dropped and Macy giggled. “I thought you said she was shy?”

Ray shook his head and shrugged. “I think she’s been holding out on us, Damien.”

Damien nodded. “So does that mean one of us misses out all night, or only at first?”

Macy giggled. It was so dirty to be so honest. But fun too. A little thrill rushed down her spine and she smiled. “Only at first. If I’m having a threesome, I want it done right. So are you in?”

“I already said I was. How about you, Ray?”

“Of course. I’d never turn down a bet I can’t lose.”

Macy laughed and threw up her hands. “Easy, boys. I’m a novice at this, remember?”

“Oh, we remember. But you won’t be for long.”

Ray stood up and took her hand. “Not after tonight, anyway.”

Macy looked up and met his stare. “I hope not.”

“Good thing I have a king bed. I think we’re gonna need it.”

Ray led Macy down the hall and she kicked off her shoes and the last of her nerves on the way. She was going to have the night of her life.