Carnal Compromise (25 page)

Brent slid a sly look at Joe. “We could call Joe Grandpa.”

“That’s a little too kinky even for me,” Joe said lazily.

“Me too.” AJ shuddered at the thought. “And if all that’s not enough, keep in mind that kids would really put a damper on our trips to Hake and Mandy’s.”

Brent’s expression said he didn’t care much for that idea.

“Look at what happened with Ryan,” she added.

Joe chuckled. “Yeah, that was a little awkward, especially for his mama.”

“Exactly, and I wouldn’t care to find myself in the same position.”

“So Ariel, does that mean you’re up for a rematch with Hake and Mandy?” Brent clarified.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Things did get a little tense this time,” Joe said, rubbing his chin.

“Only because things were coming to a head between you and Brent and we all knew it. Now that we’ve established who belongs to whom…”

“We have?” he asked.

“Definitely.” AJ laid a hand on his thigh. “You belong to us.”

Brent leaned over until his mouth hovered over Joe’s. “But we’ll share you.”

Chapter Twenty

As Joe stared into Brent’s warm brown eyes, his eyelids grew heavy and his heart started to pound thickly. “Is that so?”

“It is,” Brent breathed. “Kiss me, Joe.”

Needing no further urging, Joe wrapped a hand behind his neck and reeled him in. When their lips touched, his world ground to a halt. They brushed once, twice, and pressed lightly, their eyes locked, their quick breaths mingling, then Brent turned his head and opened his mouth a little. His tongue slipped out to tease lightly between Joe’s lips, drawing his tongue out to play.

Joe finally let his eyes close and returned the caress. Brent tasted so good—clean and honest and…

Jesus.
Sliding his tongue along the inner surface of Brent’s lower lip, he felt the swollen knot where it had split, and remorse for the way he’d treated him last night flattened him like a speeding bus.

“Brent,” he gasped as tears slipped from the corners of his eyes. He pulled Brent against him and clutched him tight, pressing his trembling lips against that stubble-rough jaw, clenching his unsteady hand in that soft blond hair. “Please forgive me.”

Brent squeezed his ribs. “Joe.”

“I can’t believe I did that to you. It was your first time and I hurt you, tore you, made you bleed.”

“Joe—”

“I wanted you to hurt like I was hurting—”

“Enough.” Brent laid a hand over Joe’s mouth and pulled back. “You gave me everything I asked for, and more. I wouldn’t change a single thing even if I could.”

Joe swallowed hard. “You’re a sick man, Andersen,” he finally said against Brent’s fingers. “But I love you anyway.”

Brent just smiled, and Joe felt his heart rhythm bump and his breathing go a little choppy. His symptoms only worsened when AJ slid her palm over the bulge in his jeans.

“Josiah,” she crooned.

Her fingers squeezed him and he had to clear his throat. “Ariel?”

The squeeze went from affectionate to borderline cruel and his breath lodged in his chest.

“Look at me.”

Joe slowly turned his head to meet AJ’s stormy eyes.

“I don’t care how much either of you thinks he asked for it,” she said in a dangerous tone. “If you ever hurt him like that again, I’ll take this to the taxidermist and have it stuffed. Then I’ll use it on you the way you used it on him. Understood?”

Brent gave a half-laugh. “Jesus, Ariel.”

She moved her laser gaze to Brent, easing Joe’s discomfort enough for him to grate, “Understood.”

Her grip loosened immediately and Joe let out a relieved breath.

Brent continued to stare at AJ and finally she shrugged. “What? He ruined my fantasy, and it’s not like I can turn him over my knee and spank him the way he did me.”

Intrigued, Joe asked, “What was your fantasy?”

AJ gave him a long look before she said, “You bending him over the end of the bed.”

“Oh, we’ll get to that,” he assured her with a sexy smile.

Brent cleared his throat. “Not tonight, we won’t. The ride up here was none too comfortable.” Before remorse could grab Joe by the throat again, Brent kissed him, this time with a lot more tongue. “But I’m all for bending
you
over the bed,” he added.

Joe’s breathing went rough. “That work for you, AJ?”

Her rapt smile said it all. “In a big way.”

He and Brent looked at each other for a moment, and then Joe sighed and scooted off AJ’s side of the bed. “I hope somebody packed lube,” he said as he stood, “’cause I doubt they stock that at the front desk.”

“Got you covered, buddy,” Brent said, standing up, too. They faced each other across the spacious mattress and undressed slowly, giving both AJ and each other the show they all deserved, dropping their garments one by one onto the floor. When they were both naked, they looked at her.

“You, too, little girl,” Joe said.

“Nope.” She shook her head and wrapped her arms around her knees. “I’ve got a front-row seat and I don’t want anything to distract me.”

His eyes narrowed. “Little voyeur.”

She shrugged again. “Sue me. I’m watching this time.”

Brent stepped over to the low dresser and reached into his overnight bag, pulling out a tube of lube and a box of condoms.

“Pretty sure of yourself, eh?” Joe said, feeling a little transparent.

“No, just really damn hopeful,” Brent returned immediately.

Joe rounded the end of the bed and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Forget the condoms. We won’t be needing them.”

“Glad to hear it,” Brent said, grinning as he dropped the box back into his bag. “I like it better bare.”

“I haven’t gone bare since the divorce,” Joe admitted. “It’ll take some getting used to again.”

“Not as much as you think.” Brent set the tube on the end of the bed and then took Joe’s hands in his. Holding them down at their hips, he leaned close enough for Joe to see each individual eyelash. Before he could initiate a kiss, Joe forestalled him by pressing his lips to Brent’s black eye, and then his cheek and the blade of his nose. Brent trembled, and Joe continued to map his face with soft, hungry kisses, until he’d memorized every sharp ridge and hollow. He’d never explored a man this way, and the intimacy of it made his stomach pitch as if he’d just stepped off the edge of a cliff.

“I love you, Brent.”

Brent closed his eyes and sighed. “I love you, too.”

“Don’t ever leave me.”

“Just try to get rid of me.”

Twisting free of Brent’s grip, Joe skimmed his hands up his arms to his shoulders and down over his magnificently hard, lean torso. He was like the marble statues Joe had seen in museums, only he was warm and vibrant…and a little hairy.

He smiled into Brent’s eyes and then leaned forward to trace the shell of his ear with his tongue while his hands continued to drift south. Brent’s shudder made him grin, and he bent his head to nibble at his neck and shoulder. Resting his thumbs over the base of Brent’s stiff cock, he gripped the sac with his fingers and massaged it almost roughly.

Brent grabbed the back of Joe’s neck with both hands and groaned as he let his head hang. “Holy hell, that feels good.”

“To me, too,” Joe grunted. “I love your body.”

“Believe me, it loves you more right now.”

Joe glanced to the side and smiled at the sight of AJ still hugging her knees, her wide eyes riveted on his hands. They widened even more when he sank carefully to his knees and nuzzled Brent’s cock.

“Hey,” Brent croaked, “this isn’t the plan, is it?”

“Just getting you ready.” Joe casually drew the crown into his mouth and flattened his tongue to suck hard.

“I’m ready already!” When Joe didn’t relent, Brent seized his head and pushed. “Jesus, if I get any more ready, I’ll be done before I start.”

Joe released him with a final stroke of his tongue into the slit. “Me, too.”

Brent’s reality warped and heaved when Joe rose to his feet and planted his hands on the mattress, making him sway a little. It was hard to trust that this was happening. Maybe it was just a dream or some kind of drug-induced hallucination.

Whatever it was, he wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.

Joe looked over his shoulder. “I’ve only bottomed a few times, and not at all since that first time with Hake, so lots of lube and a little stretching might be in order. But only if you want to be kinder to me than I was to you,” he added with a regretful look.

Brent’s throat tightened and it was a moment before he could answer. “I’ll be careful.”

“I know you will.”

Their eyes held for a long moment before Joe turned away, giving Brent a moment to absorb him from a different angle. There was less gray toward the back of his head—his dark hair still sported a crease where his cap had sat, and the hint of curl at his nape meant he’d likely be finding a barber in the next town. His neck was still surprisingly brown, almost leathery after years in the sun, and his pale shoulders were heavily freckled. Long slabs of muscle drew Brent’s eye straight down his spine to his muscular ass.

Oh Jesus. His ass.

Blinking, taking a deep breath to steady himself, he flipped open the cap and squirted a large blob of gel onto his first two fingers. “It’s cold,” he said.

“I like it cold.”

Brent didn’t stop to reflect on the enormity of this moment for fear he’d scare himself off. Instead, he immediately pressed both fingertips against Joe’s anus. He wasn’t surprised when Joe pushed out and both fingers sank in with relative ease. Taking his time, he tugged and rubbed, and thrust and withdrew, until Joe was moving with him, moaning as if he were in pain.

Inspired by the idea, Brent tested the waters by wrapping his other hand tightly around Joe’s scrotum.

Joe stiffened at once, breathing hard, but said nothing, so Brent twisted a little. That earned him a heavy groan and a whispered, “Yes.”

He smiled darkly. “So you enjoy a little pain, too.”

“A little.”

The admission made Brent’s already-twitching cock leap with anticipation. He withdrew his hands and wiped them on the spread, making a mental note to leave an extra tip for the housekeepers. Then he nudged Joe’s feet out a little farther, positioned his cock and grasped Joe’s hips.

“I love you, Joe.”

“Dammit, this is no time for talking,” Joe grunted. “Just do it.”

Brent grinned. “Boy, you can dish out the teasing but you sure can’t take it.”

“Shut up and fuck me or your chance to dish it out will be over.”

“Your wish is my command.” Brent thrust in steadily the way he’d seen Joe do it to Hake, giving him no quarter despite his promises to be careful. He
was
being careful—just not as careful as he would have been with someone smaller and less experienced, like AJ.

He glanced up at her as he leaned deeper into Joe’s tight heat. She was nibbling her thumbnail, her cheeks pink, her eyes dilated and her chest rising and falling as if she’d just run a sprint.

“Don’t you masturbate to this fantasy, Ariel?” he asked.

“Aw, there ya go,” Joe groaned. “Do it, little girl. Let us watch you, too.”

She hesitated for only a moment before peeling off both her shirts and wiggling out of her jeans and panties. Her dark socks were the last to go, and then she leaned back against the pillows and watched them between her spread knees. Her flush deepened when she skimmed her hands over the hard little points of her nipples and down her flat belly to her cunt. He and Joe both groaned when she slid her palms up her thighs to her knees and pulled them back, opening her smooth feminine flesh even more to their view.

“Damn, girl,” Joe panted.

“I’ll second that.” Excited almost beyond endurance, Brent changed his steady advance to short, hard thrusts that took him all the way into that tight, clenching hole. He gritted his teeth when Joe squeezed the base of his cock and held him in place for a long, tense moment.

AJ wet her finger in her mouth in a move every bit as deliberate as Joe’s and drew it between her slick, bare cunt lips before sucking it again.

“You’re turning into a very bad girl,” Brent rumbled.

Her smile teased them both. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

In the space of a heartbeat, Joe had seized one of her ankles and yanked her down the bed. “That answer your question?” he asked as he pulled both her calves over his shoulders.

She sank her fingers into his hair and arched into his mouth. “Oh, but my fantasy…”

“Now you’ve got a close-up view,” he murmured against her cunt.

AJ’s whimper made Brent grin. Boy, they had her number now. Tantalized by the long, slender toes waving in the air over Joe’s back, he leaned down and caught two in his mouth. She gasped and tried to pull away, but he grabbed her foot, massaging her arch with his thumb as he sucked and licked every wiggling toe and every sensitive crevice in between.

Her squeals turned to breathy moans. “Oh my God, I can’t believe how good that feels.”

“Glad I could oblige, sweetheart.” Bracing his feet, he pulled his hips back in a slow, constant drag that had Joe groaning, too. Triumph pulsed in his veins—how many men ever experienced the pleasure of teasing two lovers at once?

“Faster,” Joe whispered.

“No.” Brent switched hands to capture AJ’s other foot as he drove back into him at the same torturous pace, and their mingled cries of delight and denial whipped up a tidal wave of excitement inside him.

But a couple of minutes of that was all he could take. Shifting gears again, he grasped Joe’s hips with both hands and got down to the business of fucking him in earnest, his eyes locked on AJ’s face. She watched him avidly in return, and he jolted into Joe over and over, thrilled by the constant harsh groans scraping out of him and the curious feeling of being laid bare by AJ’s gaze.

Then he slid his hand down and grasped Joe’s straining cock.

“Oh Christ, Brent! Yes—do it!”

Pumping Joe’s flesh roughly, he pounded the hell out of him, and seconds later Joe lunged forward with a choked cry. The hot spill of come on Brent’s fingers wiped every thought from his mind. Wrapping both arms around Joe, he crushed him close and came inside him with a shout.