Coming Home (9 page)

There couldn't be an if. She had an apartment
back in California. Once she made certain her father would manage,
she had to leave.

"Yes,
if
." His lips pressed against
hers, cutting off her retort. He lowered his hand to caress her arm
and she trailed hers down his side. Their lips met in a slow,
tender kiss, so different from their previous embraces. He
cautiously slipped his tongue into her mouth. She hummed, though
longed for the fiercer side of him to return.

Sydney skimmed her hand across the increasing
bulge in Pax's jeans, making him hiss and tunnel under her T-shirt
to caress her breasts. "Pax," she said, pulling away.

Her eyes drifted to his swollen lips,
grinning because she'd caused that. Her kisses had made them redder
and fuller, and she knew her mouth could have the same results on
his cock. Grabbing his hair with her free hand, she tugged
forcefully. Her mouth crashed against his, groaning a little when
his fingers tweaked her nipple through her bra. She wiggled in his
lap, peppering his lips with tiny kisses.

The wind floated gently around them, whipping
her red hair against his cheeks, but he didn't seem to care or
notice. He continued caressing her breasts through the fabric and
nibbling on her lips. He growled and the sound sent shock waves
directly to her sex. In response, she rubbed against his erection.
The seam from his jeans, along with the press of his hardness, hit
her in just the right place.

Their discussion lost, all that mattered now
was sating their desire.

Syd ran her nose across his jaw. The coarse
hair rasped along the tip of it, and she inhaled his deep, musky
scent. He'd been working in the stables all morning, so his tang
was far stronger than usual.

Her sex clenched. "I love your smell," she
whispered, pulling back to meet his hooded, brown gaze.

"I stink, you mean." He rolled his hips,
eliciting a loud groan for her.

"No." Syd placed her lips at his ear. "I
meant your smell makes me wet. Very wet."

"Now? Here? Without Caleb?" he responded,
sounding like a complete moron.

She nodded, winking playfully at him. "Don't
you want me, Pax?" Reaching for the hem of her T-shirt, she pulled
it over her head and threw it across the grass. At that moment it
didn't matter where it landed. She needed him to fill her.

"Always. For longer than you realize," he
said softly, running his fingers through her hair. "You look
stunnin'."

She tugged on the buttons of his plaid shirt,
until a couple popped free. Within seconds she had it open and
discarded in the same way of her top. Her fingers roamed his chest
and stomach, his muscles twitching in response.

She wanted him to elaborate on his
declaration, but later. Her hunger for him pushed everything else
away. "Tell me you have a condom. Please?"

Pax chuckled, releasing her to hunt around in
the back pocket of his jeans. "Wouldn't go anywhere without one now
that you're home."

Sydney paused.
Home.
This had always
been her home, but it wouldn't feel quite the same without Pax and
Caleb.
They
were her home. Pax's head tilted to the side,
his eyebrows rising.

"Sweetheart?"

She could only nod, emotion swamping her. Pax
raised his chin in understanding, hugging her close and kissing the
skin right below the lobe of her ear. Her hips rocked against him,
needing friction, needing more, and when he moved his lips to her
breast she got the extra something. Pax pulled the cup of her bra
to one side and began a tender torture.

Sydney drowned in the sensation of his wet
tongue swirling around her now erect peak. She nearly jumped off
his lap when he blew softly on it.

"Oh, yes."

"Would you like more, sweetheart?" His deep,
sensual voice had her pussy clenched in response. Her tongue felt
too big for her mouth, and she couldn't get words out. Instead, she
gave a swift nod, sighing when he snapped open the front clasp of
her lacy white bra. He cupped her breasts immediately, rasping his
rough thumbs across her tight nipples. She pushed her chest into
his palms, groaning when Pax pinched her nipples lightly.

His cock twitched underneath her, Smiling,
Sydney circled her hips. Pax moaned and tossed his head back, but
his fingers still toyed with her breasts.

"You drive me crazy," he crooned. "There's no
way I can stop now. I'm so hard. If I don't get out of my jeans
soon, they'll burst at the seams."

Her skin heated in anticipation when he
traced a path across her stomach with one hand, tweaking her nipple
with the other. Her heart hammered hard, her hands shaking, but Pax
didn't pay any attention to that. He seemed far too consumed with
touching every exposed part of her.

She moved forward, kissing him hard and
delving her tongue into his mouth. Pax's slid against hers
aggressively and she rocked back and forth on his lap, trying
unbuckle his belt with shaking fingers.

"Want you now," she said breathlessly, and
before he could help her undo his jeans, she had unbuttoned them,
releasing him from his underwear. Tearing his mouth away, Pax
hissed.

"So thick," she sighed, grasping his cock in
her palm, pumping up and down the length.

"Christ, Syd."

She tightened her fist and pumped again. He
hummed in approval and sparks shot through her body, but she didn't
want him in her hand. She wanted him inside her.

Now.

"Pax."

He pushed up her skirt and moved her lace
thong to one side. His finger slipped along her creamed slit, his
eyes transfixed by her pussy.

"I want my cock buried deep inside of you,
Syd. I want it badly."

He delved into her warm, wet heat, his thumb
skimming over her swollen clit once. She bucked her hips and her
thighs started to quake. They both exhaled loudly.

"Yes, Pax. Yes."

Grinning, his warm brown eyes raked over her
body. His thumb continued to circle her clit while he fought with
the condom packet. She had to ease the latex over his large
erection, palming his balls, and feeling them tighten.

Dropping her forehead to rest against his,
she readjusted herself on his lap, nestling his cock between the
lips of her sex. Her breath mingled with his and she glanced up,
locking her gaze with his. Sydney moved closer to his chest,
rubbing the head of his erection along her clit. She whimpered,
though it got cut short, catching in her throat when he thrust
fiercely into her.

"Oh, yeah, sweetheart, fuckin' perfect," he
said through gritted teeth.

Sydney rolled her hips, smiling when his eyes
fluttered closed. He cupped her breast again, tugging on her
nipple. "God dammit, Pax! Fuck me," she panted.

His cock kicked inside of her, and seconds
later he grunted, pumping faster into her slick channel. His
breathing went shallow and labored as he thrust upwards with all
the strength he had. The air around them crackled with a sexual
tension and it ignited their lust further. With each push the
sensation got more intense. Sydney grew hotter and wetter. She
clenched her muscles around his shaft, keeping a tight hold on him
within her body. Pax tweaked her nipple again, grunting when she
squeezed him tighter. Her body tensed and the flames of her orgasm
lapped at her sex. Pax sensed her growing need and moved his hand
between their bodies, stroking her clit as he pounded into her.

"Pax, I… Pax… Oh, yes!"

Her eyes rolled back, the orgasm singing
through her. It pulsed along her bloodstream, leaving her
breathless, and when the last wave of ecstasy ebbed, Pax stiffened.
He trembled, his stomach contracting as he yelled into her chest,
spilling his seed into the latex.

Neither moved for a while, lost in their own
completion. It had been the first time they'd been together without
Caleb, and that thought had her beating down a wave of guilt. There
would be times when she'd, once again, be intimate with Caleb
without Pax. They couldn't be a threesome all the time.

Pax panted into her breasts and she stroked
his hair to calm him. She remained entwined with Pax for a short
while, exhaling when he slipped from her body. "Pax," she
whispered, kissing the top of his head.

"Hmm?"

"We should move. Anyone could find us
here."

Someone cleared their throat and both Sydney
and Pax stiffened. Sydney followed Pax's horrified gaze. Her father
stood, leaning against the wooden fence, his arms crossed over his
chest.

"Anyone just did." 

Sydney's blood ran cold and her heart all but
leaped out of her chest. Jack's eyes narrowed, his gaze darting
from her to Pax, but giving very little away.

"Dad…" she started, but drifted off. She had
no idea what she could say to explain the situation.

Pax leaned across the grass for her top,
pulling it over her head. She shoved her arms into the sleeves
before moving off his lap to sit on the grass. Unable to think of
anything other than the fact that her father had seen her having
sex with two men in as many days, she tried again.

"Dad." She couldn't seem to move past the
word, her tongue tangling on anything else.

He would hate her; think of her as easy or
cheap.

She'd made one hell of a mess with this whole
situation.

"I'll be waitin' in the cottage," Jack
responded gruffly. "Come alone, Sydney."

With that short demand, he turned and walked
out of the paddock. Sydney gulped, shoving her hands into her hair
and cradling her head.

Fuck," she groaned and Pax placed a warm hand
on her back. "What do I do?"

He swept her curtain of hair behind her ear,
tilting his head so he could see her face. "I could come with
you."

"But he—"

"Forget what Jack said. I'm only interested
in you. Do
you
want me with you? Do you want Caleb? We can
both come. Your choice."

"I don't know. I—oh God, I'm going to be
sick."

She clutched her stomach, gagging as Pax held
her hair from her face. Nothing came up, instead her abdomen
continued to spasm, making her gasping as she heaved. She focused
on Pax's gentle touch and his soothing words. The world still spun
when she heard him call Caleb to tell him what had happened.

"I need to go alone," Sydney said quietly,
when she finally gained some control of her stomach.

"We want to support you, Syd."

Turning her head, she met his sad, brown
eyes. "What do I say? How do I explain this to
my
father?
"

Stroking a finger along her jaw, he shook his
head, letting his hair flop onto his forehead. "I don't know.
That's up to you. But we'll back you up, no matter what you tell
him."

Her throat closed up, making swallowing
painful. Her chest ached, and the sensation of needing to vomit
never completely disappeared. Mentally berating herself, she
shrugged Pax off and stood up. "What did Caleb say?"

"He's on his way up here. Said to sit tight."
Pax tugged up his jeans and he righted himself, wiping grass off
the denim. "Maybe it won't be as bad as you think."

Sydney snorted. "You're joking, right? Making
light of this isn't funny."

He reached out, wrapping his fingers around
her bicep and pulling her close to him. His arms banded around her,
surrounding her with his warmth. At first she remained stiff, but
he hugged her tighter until she gave in, relaxing into him.

"I feel so bad. I don't want to hurt him, but
I don't see a way out of this mess. I've been lost in a Pax and
Caleb shaped dream land, adoring every second and not being as
careful as I should. We shouldn't have had sex out in the open, and
I sure as hell could have made certain the door was locked the
other day. I've been too blasé, locked in the haze of you two and
now I'm left with two options. Either I tell him I cheated on
Caleb, which will cause issues between the three of you. My father
would probably never forgive me. He's already warned me to make
sure I'm serious about Caleb this time. He loves you two." Sydney
groaned. "I have to tell him the truth."

"Which may still cause issues," he
finished.

"Probably."

She rubbed her face into his chest, wanting
to bury herself in his calm comfort. Only when she rested her ear
against his chest did she realize Pax's control teetered on the
edge. His heart raced under his skin.

"What's wrong?" She looked up at him, resting
her chin on his sternum.

Clearing his throat, he pursed his lips
before responding. "If Jack knows—if he understands what's goin'
on, then there's no reason for you to run. You could stay if he
knew the truth."

"I doubt it'll be that easy. 'Oops, sorry
Dad, I forgot to tell you I'm having sex with two men. You're okay
with that, aren't you?' Somehow, Pax, I don't think he's going to
understand."

"Good to have a dream though."

"And that dream's me?" Sydney asked.

"Yup, along with Caleb." He framed her face
with his hands, tilting her head a little further back. "We work,
sweetheart, the three of us. We always have. Maybe it's strange,
completely against the norm, but you know I'm right. All you have
to do is be prepared to give this a try."

He kissed her. "We'll take care of you."

She'd heard those words a thousand times in
her dreams. For a reason. Because Caleb and Pax would love and care
for her. Sydney knew it in her bones. The men wouldn't let her
down. Tears welled up in her eyes. "I know you both would, but I'm
not sure I could stay here with you, knowing my father lived yards
away and hated everything I was doing."

"So you'd rather be miserable in a different
state?" Pax asked.

Closing her eyes, trying to block out all
emotions, she shook her head slowly. "I'd rather not decide
anything until I've spoken to my dad."