Boston Avant-Garde 4: Encore (22 page)

Suri’s mind was spinning. Tomorrow? When she’d been stupid enough to consider this plan, she had pictured herself going to some upscale hotel suite. There was a chance that Flaherty would behave in a public place. Now she realized how naive she’d really been. She was so used to feeling safe within the confines of Dante’s rules and within Jericho’s reach. What was she thinking?

“It’s in Southie, near the harbor.”

She took a deep breath. Dante had a right to keep his identity hidden, to stay safe. And Jericho could not be drawn into a fight they’d both lose. There was no choice but to go forward with this. “I’ll find it.”

“Ask for Malachi. He’ll take you where you need to go.”

“What time?”

The congressman’s chuckle was anything but confidence inspiring. “Whenever you want, sweet thing. I’ll be there all night.”

Suri ended the call and threw her phone back into her bag. She was in trouble. In fact, she was in way over her head. She’d always taken care of the ones she loved, no questions asked. But now she was beginning to wonder if the price was climbing too high.

Suri was still on the floor when her lovers quietly entered the suite. She’d drifted in and out several times, her dreams filled with flying carpets, dancing slave girls, camels, and genies. She couldn’t have sunk into a deep slumber if she’d crawled back into bed and glued her eyes shut. Her brain was too busy. She focused on everything all at once until she wondered if her mind wasn’t stuck on an infinite loop to nowhere.

“Princess, why are you still awake?” Dante looked so good her mouth ran dry.

Right then and there, she realized why she’d been unable to sleep. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Have you?” Jericho bent down and scooped her into his arms.

He smelled so good, like the promise of sex, of fulfillment, of forgetting. She didn’t want to remember mothers, sisters, or financial obligations. She wanted to fuck until not even the lies she’d told mattered anymore.

She laid her palm against Jericho’s cheek. It was rough with the shadow of his dark beard. “I need you inside me.”

His eyes glinted with lust and longing. “There’s nothing I want more.”

“Both of you.” She beckoned to Dante. “I want both of you at once.”

She didn’t just want it. She craved it, needed it unlike anything else. Her body ached from a void only they could fill.

Jericho’s lips sought hers, blocking out all rational thought until she existed in a world comprised of his taste and the rhythm of their kiss. She moaned, letting his tongue slip inside her mouth. It was warm and wet, demanding and passionate.

Dante’s hands tugged at her loose clothing. Languid from Jericho’s kiss, she let him pull her pajama bottoms down. He shimmied the straps of her camisole down her arms and peeled it off. It hit the floor beside her pants. Cool air brushed her heated skin, and she burned with the desire to be touched.

Jericho laid her in the center of their bed. The sheets were soft against her skin. She missed the tangy taste of his kiss, but there was something else she wanted more.

“I want you both naked.” She felt powerful, reckless even. She was going to lose everything. Now was all she had. “I want to see how beautiful you are.”

They began to strip. Dante bold and quick, Jericho unhurried. She drank them in. Dante unfastened his top three buttons and pulled his shirt over his head. The caramel warmth of his skin was enticing. Suri ran her gaze over every inch of Dante’s sculpted abdominal muscles while Jericho finished unbuttoning his black dress shirt.

“More,” she coaxed.

Dante undid his pants, letting them hang open for just a moment. Suri licked her lips, dying for the first glimpse of what would peek out of the opening. When he finally slid his slacks over his hips and to the floor, she gave a little whimper of appreciation.

His cock was iron hard. It bounced against his stomach, the tip shining with a drop of precum. His narrow hips and tight ass begged to be touched. Glancing at their third, Suri knew Jericho agreed. Still in the process of getting rid of his own pants, Jericho was fixated on Dante’s erection.

Suri rocked forward onto her knees, focused on her two men. “Would you, Jericho?”

The sight of him kneeling before Dante held her captive. Jericho glanced up at her. “Will it turn you on?”

Already slippery with arousal, her pussy began to clench with desire. “I’m so hot I could come just from watching.”

Jericho held Suri’s gaze as he took the head of Dante’s cock into his mouth. Dante hissed, stabbing his fingers through Jericho’s short dark hair. His hips bucked, thrusting himself deeper into Jericho’s mouth.

Jericho moaned, sucking as he let Dante slide into his throat. Suri was breathing hard, desperately aroused. She tried to look everywhere at once. She wanted to watch Jericho blow Dante, his head bobbing up and down as he tongued the shaft. She wanted to see Dante’s face as he experienced the ecstasy. And she wanted to be right in the middle.

“Touch yourself, Suri.” Dante’s husky voice rasped over her self-control. “Let us see how turned on you are.”

Rolling to her side, Suri propped one leg up and spread herself. Using two fingers, she opened her pussy. The cool air was delicious against her damp flesh. She was slick and wet, her opening quivering when she brushed her fingers through her slit.

“You have a pretty pussy.” Dante’s words sent her over the edge of lust. “I want to watch you come. Then we’re going to put our cocks inside your cunt and make you come again.”

Jericho rumbled, sucking hard on Dante’s cock. Dante’s eyes closed. His muscles shuddered reflexively. Suri rubbed her clit before letting her fingers slip down to tease her opening. It wasn’t enough. She needed something inside her. She needed her lovers.

She whimpered, the sound ricocheting off the walls like a desperate cry for help. When her eyes fluttered open, her lovers were there.

Jericho had stripped off his pants, and both men were naked in the bed with her. Dante dipped his head and took one nipple between his teeth. She gasped at the sensation before pushing her breast into his face to beg for more.

“So beautiful,” Jericho murmured. “Kiss me, Suri.”

Molding her mouth to his, she tasted his familiar spice mixed with Dante’s tangy male essence. It was heaven. She devoured him, hungrily moaning as Dante sucked her breasts.

She needed more. She needed them both. All at once, until she was full to bursting with the two men who made her forget everything else.

Dante spread her legs, his fingers holding her plump pussy apart. “Lick her, Jericho. We need her hotter, until she’s so ready we can both have her.”

She squirmed, the sensation of being held open and vulnerable making her needy. Then Jericho’s tongue slipped through her folds. He licked and sucked, pulling her lips into his mouth and working her clit until she was crying out.

So close. She was so close to coming. But when she would have climaxed, Jericho pulled back, and Dante massaged her mound. Again, they spread her wide, licking and sucking until she was ready to tumble into orgasm but denying her that release she so desperately needed. Suri cried out, her body strung tight.

Dante brushed a soft kiss across her swollen nipple. “Together, princess. We’re all going to come together.”

Jericho took her in his arms and placed her facedown on his belly with his cock pinned beneath her. Suri was languid, her pussy begging to be fucked, her body willing to move anywhere as long as they promised release.

“Let me inside you, Suri.” Jericho cupped her face in his big hands.

She shifted her hips, Dante helping Jericho’s long cock slide into her slick channel. It felt good to be penetrated, to have him inside her, but it wasn’t enough. Not after being denied her climax so many times. She arched her back, searching for friction.

Dante’s hand smoothed over her ass. She moaned, wriggling on top of Jericho and drawing an answering moan from him.

“Fuck, Dante. She’s so ready. I want to feel you with us.”

The head of Dante’s cock probed her opening, and Suri stilled as she realized what they intended. Both of their thick, delicious cocks lodged inside her needy pussy at the same time, the three of them fucking together until they reached bliss.

She felt Dante’s hand guiding his shaft as he slowly penetrated. The sensation of fullness wasn’t painful, though she knew she was being stretched beyond the limits of anything she’d done before.

“Fuck, I feel your cock next to mine.” Dante’s voice was ragged. “God, Jericho, you’re thick.”

They were both huge. Slick with her juices, Dante’s shaft slid deep into her pussy until both of them were buried to the hilt in her body. She couldn’t see Dante, though she knew Jericho was watching him. When Dante nipped the sensitive lobe of her ear, Suri’s pussy flexed. Both men groaned.

When they began to move, she was lost. Her body swayed with theirs. Dante’s heavy sac slapped against her, increasing the friction until she thought she might go mad. Each stroke stretched her, pressing every inch of her channel until she was crying out with each thrust.

Her sense of self melted away until nothing mattered but the bond they shared. Jericho’s hands cupped her ass as he drove deeper. Behind her, Dante tilted her head back and pressed kisses to her neck. She was surrounded, enveloped by their bodies.

Orgasm built slowly. It uncurled like a wild thing, slinking through her limbs and culminating in a tight focal point that made her clit burn. She gave herself over, and it swept her like a storm.

The maelstrom pulled the men toward climax. Jericho got there first. His back arched. Grabbing her hips, he poured his seed into her pussy. Dante shouted something she couldn’t understand, his cock throbbing as he came in a heated rush that sent Suri into another climactic aftershock.

Release drained her from the inside out, her body shutting down when she came. The sleep, which had been so elusive a short time before, came fast and hard. She let out a yawn big enough to make her jaw crack.

Dante chuckled, sliding his softening shaft from her sheath. “There’s nothing better than a well-loved princess.”

“Except a well-spent prince.” Suri laid her head against Jericho’s chest. “Wake me by seven, please.”

Dante rolled to one side and got comfortable. “Why so early? Shall we try this over again?”

Her thoughts were slow and heavy with the need to sleep. “I’d love to, but some of us have to work.”

“Go to sleep, then.” Jericho wrapped his arms around her in a protective cocoon. “I’ll wake you in time.”

DANTE WATCHED SURI drift off to sleep. She looked utterly at peace nestled against Jericho’s chest.

“Just when I think I have this whole thing figured out, I realize there’s more to learn.” Jericho’s deep voice drifted through the bedroom.

Dante wondered if they would ever stop learning. He was beginning to think that the more open the three of them were to the idea of being together, the more there would be to discover.

Jericho gently stroked the woman in his arms. “I didn’t know I could feel this way.”

The admission was both exhilarating and terrifying to Dante. “Does this mean you’re done accusing me of being a manipulative bastard?”

“Are you done accusing yourself?”

Leave it to Jericho to know Dante better than he knew himself. He thought of Selena Aasen and her now ex-husband. There was no telling what that little stunt would cost the club. But Dante couldn’t bring himself to care. He would deal with that problem when it arose.

Jericho sighed. “Why do I feel as if nothing has been resolved?”

“Like the sword of Damocles is hanging over our heads?” Dante knew Jericho felt it too. As if they were waiting for something they could not anticipate.

“What is she hiding?” Jericho brushed his lips across her forehead. “And why hide it?”

“Trust.” Dante thought of the layers they all wore to protect themselves from everything they could not or would not face. “We’ll just have to wait until the shit hits the fan.”

There was a heavy pause. In the dim overhead light, worry etched deep lines in Jericho’s expression. “What if I can’t protect her, Dante?”

Dante’s heart constricted at the fear in Jericho’s tone. “Then we have to be there to catch her when she falls.”

Suri was tired. And crabby. She really wished it had been possible to stay at Asylum with the two naked men who were probably still splayed out across their bed. But ditching the trio on Brunch Sunday would have been completely unlike her.

Sophie Carter-MacPherson was the matriarch of Boston’s high society. Now in her eighties, the gracious lady had been hosting a once-a-month Sunday brunch at her Brookline estate for longer than Suri had been alive. The event had been one of the very first and most lucrative of the trio’s regular gigs.

“You look like hell.” Niles carefully tightened the pegs on his viola. The changing weather was tough on the wood, causing it to shrink and swell at the worst times.

“I feel like hell. So how about we don’t discuss the fact that I look awful?” Suri popped the clasp on her cello case and unpacked the instrument. A shaft of sunlight streaming through the tall windows burnished the reddish wood and made it gleam.

“Deal.” Niles grinned. “Although I have to say that staying up all night to have amazing sex is worth it. In my book anyway.”

She couldn’t hide the smile that threatened to split her face wide open. Amazing just didn’t cover it. Dante and Jericho were much, much more than that.

In good weather, brunch was always held on the outdoor patio. With the chill New England fall quickly sliding into the more frigid winter temperatures, Mrs. Carter-MacPherson had moved her social event indoors to the conservatory. The intricately patterned stone floor was bathed in sunlight streaming in from the windows, and the walls were hung with green plants.

The large rectangular space would be crammed to capacity with well-dressed women. For now, the Carter-MacPherson staff was scurrying around the buffet. Each dining table was set for four with fine china and linen napkins folded to look like fans. It never ceased to amaze Suri that people actually lived like this.