Dear Rose 3: Winter's Risk (11 page)

She could feel each breath he took against her. Feel every tiny shiver along his skin. She fancied she could even feel the fast rhythm of his heart, which had to match hers. Cars on a racetrack had nothing against the rapidity of her heartbeat.

She watched his face lower slowly toward hers, and she rose up to meet his lips. She opened her mouth under his, cajoling his tongue out to play with hers. Now she not only rested against him, she leaned into him, pressing her weight against him and allowing him to hold her up.

He let out a moan, and he brought his arms around her. The embrace was rough and almost stifling. He held her tightly for a few seconds as if reassuring himself she was real. Then one hand slid around to cup her breast. That was as rough as when he wrapped his arms around her. He palmed her before playing with her nipple. He teased. He tormented. He pinched her until she thought she’d go crazy. There was nothing gentle about his touch.

And it was what she craved.

She didn’t want easy. She didn’t want careful. She wanted it to be rough and tumble.

He broke his mouth from hers and grinned, almost as if he’d sensed her thought. Then, as slowly as he had lowered to reach her mouth, he did it again, only placing his mouth in front of her breast. He puffed air, letting it hit her breast with a
whuff.

She arched, the stirring of the air barely enough to register. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted it all.

He slipped out his tongue and lightly touched her as if anticipating her need and her want.

She jerked, but his other hand held her in place so she couldn’t escape. Nor could she shift forward and encourage him to do what she willed. He was deliberately keeping them separate.

Another barely there touch.

Her breast ached. Her nipples felt so full. If he didn’t suck them soon, she might have to have smack him. This wasn’t what she longed for with him. She didn’t want to be treated like a damn china doll.

He ogled her, and his expression told her what he was going to do. And he thrust his tongue out for a full lap around her elongated nipple. He bathed her. Lapped at her. Sucked her into his mouth and rocked his tongue back and forth against her. He was anything but tentative. He was firm and wouldn’t allow her to shrink back.

And she reveled in his tasting.

“Ohhhhhh.” Her hips moved back and forth as if held in some sort of magnetic vise grip. She needed something, anything. She’d take whatever he could give her. Whatever he would give to her.

He rotated his other arm around her and rubbed against her nipple before strumming his thumb across it again and again. It almost hurt when he did that, but not quite. He seemed to know how far to push her. Another pinch.

Her knees almost gave way. She caught herself at the last minute. “Bedroom.” Her voice sounded like a growling bear. She couldn’t believe that noise came from her. She needed him.
Now
. This had been brewing for so long. She had no patience. Hadn’t since the moment their gazes had met across the bar.

“No time.” He kept saying that. Yet they were still in the living room, and he hadn’t done enough to her. Not nearly enough. Of course, she could get done a half dozen times by him and it wouldn’t be enough. But what he wasn’t doing was a great place to start.

Jerk.

Her pussy felt empty. Like it needed to be filled. And she was damn tired of waiting for this. She’d needed him for such a long time.

Zach too.

She couldn’t escape one last thought of Zach, but she’d cross that bridge when she got there. Who knew what it would be like with Zach?

And Zach and Quinn.

Another thing she didn’t know if she was ready for.

The words were out of her mouth almost before she knew she was going to say them. “Condom? Time for the condom?”

“Uh-huh.” He scrambled over and slipped on the condom. His hand shook. He was obviously hurrying. And quiet for him. Like he was still speechless.

She took it as a boon to her feminine wiles she could make this man shake a little. That she could render him speechless.

He turned toward her with the condom on. Glanced at her and groaned. “God, you’re beautiful.” He echoed the words he’d said earlier. “I know I keep saying that, but it’s true.”

She’d been called many things. Even been called beautiful before by him. But nothing seemed as important as that comment from him right now. Nothing seemed to mean as much. It made her heart pound. And it felt like she melted.

She was ready for him.
Now.

As if sensing that, he was on her before she could say anything back. He claimed her in a powerful kiss that sent her reeling. His body came up against her, leaving her no room to even breathe.

He pressed until her back was on the wall. His cock probed between her thighs, pressing in as if seeking entrance.

This was what she needed. All she needed. Him inside her. It would be bliss. If she could get there.

She gave herself up to him, letting him do what he could and would. It felt right to do that. Her skin felt as hot as the volcano at Pompeii.

He seated himself in the cleft between her thighs and continued to plunder her mouth.

They stayed like that for several moments, only coming up for air as needed. They were both panting at the last gasp for breath.

Then he moved and pressed against her legs, urging them apart like a wishbone. His touch still shook.

She wasn’t sure what he intended, but she spread her legs wide, and he placed a hand on each buttock before he pulled her up his body.

Her feet left the floor. They dangled in midair.

Not what she was expecting. She gasped at the sudden motion and the unanticipated position.

He used the wall and his arms to push her up until he could thrust forward and his cock was at her pussy.

The right height.

Damn, but he’d known well enough all along. She shifted herself as wide as she could. It was still a shock when he pressed forward and his tip entered her. A good one. Even that little bit took her senses over the great divide.

She’d never been held up like this and taken. She tried to accommodate him as best as she could.

“Stop wiggling.” His voice was forceful. Demanding. Almost ended on a growl. “Just let me.”

She froze and tried to quit moving. She’d never been this obedient. “Are you going to be able to hold me up?” She couldn’t imagine he would, not for the whole time they’d have sex.

As if in answer, he lowered his lips and kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue against her in time with his cock.

It was the most intimate experience of her life. He fully penetrated her as he held her up. They would hardly separate before he was back to the hilt in her again.

She grasped at his neck, fully engaged in his being inside her. Nothing had ever felt like this. He was thick. And so close to her that when he breathed, she breathed. Their hearts seemed to be beating in time with each other.

Her body was coated in sweat. His? Hers? Did it matter? Not with his body so into hers she couldn’t see anything beyond him.

Pleasure started at her center and released in an exodus throughout her entire being. It was like a starburst being spun around so it hit every hidden point. She screeched his name, among other things. Her fingernails scratched at his neck, so great was the climax that rolled her into ecstasy.

Just as her orgasm was winding down, he clenched her ass cheeks with even more vigor. He pounded against her as much as the position would allow. They strained against each other, trying to get as much from the moment as they could.

She could barely stand as he lowered her down his body. She hated to break the contact.

More moans escaped from both of them as they got free from each other. Their breathing was still in stereo.

He took the condom off and put it in the old wrapper. Ran a shaking hand through his hair. “Now we can go in the bedroom.”

She laughed a little, and he joined in.

She’d never imagined being with two men before. Maybe she didn’t have to. Maybe she’d have to read up on what would happen. So she wouldn’t appear stupid. The Internet worked great for looking up embarrassing things. Unless someone ever saw her history.

Regardless of what she discovered, she’d taken a risk, and so far it had worked out. Maybe they could make this happen.

Chapter Six

“This isn’t going to work.” Zach propelled her toward the door of the bar. “Not in any way, shape, or form.” He swallowed as he said the words. He’d been thinking about his encounter with Quinn. Thinking about being with her.

And he’d come to the only natural conclusion.

He was screwed up in the head. He could never be with anyone. Not the way his mind worked. If it couldn’t work with those two, it couldn’t work at all with anyone.

She barely acknowledged him as she struck off toward his car. Her legs were shorter than his, yet he was having to double-time it to keep up with her.

Maybe she was pissed at him. But it was better to get this out in the open now than to pretend everything was okay.

“Did you hear what I said?” He reached over to grab her shoulder. Only his hand ended up in her hair instead, and they both stopped walking. Silky tresses brushed along his rough knuckles. She was like satin. He could smell something slightly fruity.

“I heard.” She still didn’t turn to face him, but neither did she move away from his touch.

“You aren’t commenting.” He stared at his fingers still in her hair. He should remove them. Should stop touching her. Seeing her.

Yet he couldn’t quite pull away his fingers yet. Maybe in a minute. The strands felt too good to let go of.

He could smell her too. Some floral scent that made him harden even more than inspecting her body. He might know what he needed to do, but that didn’t mean his body wanted to do it. His little head and his big head kept getting into arguments. Not to mention his heart was somewhere in there, and it was torn between the two parts of him. No wonder he gave out mixed signals.

She slowly turned to face him, and when he tried to remove his hand, she grabbed it, keeping his touch on her. “I’m not commenting, because I don’t need to. I’m not going to argue with you.” Her free-flowing short skirt twitched in the breeze. She had beautiful legs. Touchable legs. Smooth skin.

She would wrap her legs around you. As Quinn pounded into her from the back. You would finally have everything you’ve ever wanted. Cock and pussy at the same time. Rough hands and tits.

It would never work. That was why he had to handle this now

And yet maybe her comment was his motive and saving grace. If he could get her into an argument, it would be much easier to leave her alone. As it was, she haunted his dreams. She starred in so many movies in his head, he sometimes would wake up thinking she was there. Along with a long-legged, towheaded dancer.

Whose phone calls you aren’t returning.

He’d made it plain to Quinn it wasn’t working, but Quinn continued to call him. Eventually he’d get the message. Now Zach had to prove it wasn’t right to Josie. Once they saw it couldn’t succeed, it would be easy to cut off ties. They had to see reason.

He already had.

“We can’t work. This relationship will never fly.” Why hadn’t they come to that conclusion already?

“Why? You’d be getting the best of both worlds. You’d have Quinn for the male bits and me for the female bits. We all win with that scenario.” She cocked her head and pressed a gentle kiss on the side of his hand.

Her mouth on his skin burned him. Flamed him. Being with them was so simple an idea. But yet on the underside of it, it didn’t work. Because he always thought about the sex he wasn’t with, not being fair to the one he was with. He was cursed. He was damned. There were no solutions. Or at least none he could spot.

Except for being with two at the same time.

And it was hard enough being with one person at a time. Magnify it by two, and that meant one thing. Problems.

Course, all he could see now was her.

Her troubled gaze took him in. Seemed to observe him from all sides. Seemed to stare right into his soul.

They were at his car. He hadn’t even realized they were there. Yet he could distinguish it behind her.

She slipped out her tongue to moisten her lips.

He felt her action all the way down to his toes. And back up again to the tips of each strand of hair. His cock, which was already hard, grew harder.

“You didn’t answer me. Why? Why won’t we ‘work,’ as you keep saying? I would think it would be a good way to get what we all want.”

What we all want.

Each other.

It had solved her dilemma of being attracted to both of them at the same time. Ditto with Quinn.

Yet he didn’t think either of them would want the ultimate experience, which was what he needed. A true threesome. All three of them together at the same time. Even Quinn hadn’t done that in his ménage relationship. Could they enter into a relationship like that?

What had Rose said when she’d talked to him today? That they were embarking on new frontiers? Maybe that was true.

* * * *

He’d run by Temples because Tucker had something to give him for a carpentry job Tucker was doing for him. Why Temples? Who knew? It wasn’t like Tucker didn’t have a home or an office. But Ally had been at Temples, and as her lover, Tucker, was stuck to her side, and he’d asked Zach to come by there instead. This was the one place he didn’t want to be.

He’d walked in carefully. Tiptoeing. He didn’t want to chance running into Quinn. That was the last thing he’d needed. He’d had the date with Josie on his calendar, and he wasn’t even sure he was going to show up for it. An encounter with Quinn wouldn’t rank high on his priority list.

“Zach!” Rose had sauntered out wearing some evening gown that sparkled whenever the light hit it.

He’d mentally shushed her. Not that Rose would be hushed. “Hey, Rose. I’m here to see Tucker.” He’d spoken quietly. Not exactly whispering, but he for sure wasn’t broadcasting like Rose did.