Dear Rose 3: Winter's Risk (17 page)

Both she and Quinn gasped at the unexpected show of skin. Yeah, maybe they were all rubbing off on each other. A good thing. Especially if Zach going commando was any indication.

“Shut my ass, you went bareback, baby.” Quinn started laughing even as he climbed back on the bed. “Feeling a little naughty, were we?”

“Maybe.” Zach muttered the word so quietly she wasn’t even sure she heard it. But the expression on his face said as much as the word.

“Yep, you were.” Quinn took on a triumphant air. “And you didn’t wear them, not knowing you’d be with us. Or were you
hoping
you’d be with us? Maybe even thinking you’d be with us.”

Zach didn’t confirm or deny but motioned for her to get into bed as he had before she’d stripped.

“Eager to get me in there, aren’t you?” She grinned at him.

He nodded fervently.

She slipped under the covers. They were chilled around her warm body. A welcome distraction from the heat threatening to take her over. Quinn was right. Zach had wanted to see them. More than see them too. He might have denied it, but the evidence all pointed to the contrary. “Nice bed.”

Quinn came over on the other side of her and slid his long body underneath the sheets beside her. He entwined his legs with hers. “Yep, yep.”

She liked the feel of those hairy legs against hers. Liked that they were wound around hers.

Zach climbed in on the side she had gotten in on. He shimmied across to come up against her too. “Glad you both like.” He shifted his legs into theirs, joining the pile.

She was between them again. A theme for the night. And it was warm. Safe. Sexy. She could feel their hard cocks poking her. Their legs were touching the others and hers.

And she couldn’t help but feel this was how it was meant to be. Whatever else happened, tonight would define them all.

“I should take off my bra and underwear.” She’d almost forgotten she still had them on. Maybe if this got rolling, she wouldn’t be so nervous. Plus she wanted to see them react to her nakedness.

“We’ll take care of that,” Zach said and kissed her shoulder. He pressed his tongue against her and made a circle.

The touch sent a shiver down her arm.

“Yep.” Quinn laid his mouth on her other shoulder. He whispered an endearment against it, and she could feel his breath.

Oh yeah. Meant to be. For sure. Their mouths on her at the same time was like kismet. “Ummmm.”

Zach shifted up and claimed her lips. He tasted of mint and Zach. He was aggressive, kissing her thoroughly and letting his tongue play with hers. She could hardly keep up with him.

Quinn concentrated on her neck. Zach had turned her head to the side to allow her to kiss him fully, so Quinn pressed kisses all along the column of her throat. He lapped and nipped, finding all her sensitive places.

While she was lost in the sensations, Zach moved his hand down and found her breasts, causing her to jump. He stroked in all directions, making her nipples pebble in desire, even through the bra. He continued to kiss her and fondle her chest over and over again.

Quinn slowly lowered himself down her body, shoving off the covers as he went, making his journey apparent. He pressed a small kiss to the breast Zach wasn’t touching. He nipped her nipple lightly through the fabric, making her startle.

This wasn’t what she was expecting. Not this careful seduction. This wonderful array of mouths on her in different places at the same time. They were taking their time. Giving her all kinds of arousing tidbits. They were almost working in tandem. They worked well together. Her wetness was evidence of that.

Zach broke from her mouth and rearranged himself. He slipped down past Quinn and was soon near her eager pussy.

She shuddered, knowing what was coming. He was going to kiss her…there. Lave her. Like he had last time. He was a master at oral sex. He seemed to enjoy it. And God knew, she had.

Quinn reached up and shifted her bra strap over her shoulder. He followed it down with a trail of light kisses. They were like butterfly wings flitting against her.

Meanwhile, Zach nipped at her hipbone and gripped the edge of her panties.
In his teeth.

There was so much going on, all her nerve endings were firing at the same time. So much anticipation. She found it hard to concentrate on any one thing. She was overwhelmed by it all.

One’s mouth was going to be on her pussy. The other’s would be on her breasts. The divide and conquer was going to throw her over a cliff.

Her hips bucked up a little instinctively. She was barely aware she was going to move before she did it.

Quinn had gotten the strap over her arm, and he pulled down the cup to her bra. He reached to the other side and started the same descent over there. Each movement of the strap brought a kiss along her already sensitized skin.

She moved her head back and forth as she panted. What were they doing to her?

Zach switched side to side as he wriggled her panties down. He used his mouth, his teeth, and his tongue to shift them from her hips. And down her legs.

Her bra now lay under her breasts, completely undone except for in the back. Her boobs were uncovered. Free. A chill lay over them. But it wouldn’t last for long. Especially if Quinn’s look was any indication. Smoldering look, thy name was Quinn.

He glanced down at her chest. “Such pretty tits.”

She glared at him.

With a laugh, he lowered his head and didn’t just kiss her. He feasted on her nipples. He used his tongue and teeth to take her almost to the point of pain, then slip it away with wonderful suction.

No chill now. That was for sure. She was instead burning alive.

Not to be outdone, Zach licked from her bottom to the top and back down again. He ventured in with his tongue and wiggled her clit.

Her entire body was one big jolt of electricity. She couldn’t move, yet everything was tensed. She could barely breathe.

Zach penetrated her with one finger while he sucked her clit into his warm willing mouth, and that was all she could stand. Especially with her nipple in Quinn’s mouth.

No one had prepared her for all the sensations at the same time.

She lost it. Keened their names. Bucked so wildly she worried she’d throw Zach from the bed.

When she came down to herself, their mouths had left her. She glanced at them to see both seeming satisfied.

“Told you two mouths on you would be something.” Quinn clucked his tongue. “Did I lie?”

Zach wiped his mouth. “Do you trust us? For the next thing?” He didn’t appear worried. He gave off an air of cockiness.

She did. She was concerned it would hurt. But she did trust them to make it as pleasant for her as possible. After all, they’d spent this much time already getting her ready. Getting her wet. And loose.

She nodded. “I do. Lots of lube and patience?” She repeated the words Quinn had told her.

Zach appeared happier than she’d ever seen him. “You know it.”

Quinn lowered his head. “You bet.” He shot a glance to Zach, who nodded. So they were communicating without using words? A good sign they were making this work out. They had working together down to an art form.

They eased her over on her side. Quinn slid in front of her and pressed a kiss against her lips. Zach got behind her.

Had they slipped on condoms? Surely they had. After all, they’d gotten them out. But she hadn’t seen them.

She tried to get a peek.

Quinn gave her questioning glance. “What’s wrong?”

“Condoms?” She felt silly for asking. But she wanted to be safe and sure. She had a feeling they wouldn’t mind the question. They’d rather she be satisfied than not.

“Both of us already have them on.” Quinn patted her shoulder.

She hadn’t even heard the packages open.

But she did hear the
click
of Zach opening the lube. He slipped toward her rear. She felt the liquid go against her back hole.

Quinn got her attention. “I want you to focus on my face.” He stared her full in the eyes and kissed her thoroughly. “Keep your focus there and on what I’m doing to you.”

“Okay.”

Zach began to slide something into her. His finger. Her hole was tight around it as he maneuvered it inside.

Quinn continued to kiss her and play with her front, touching her breasts and making her breathless.

It kept her from being too concerned with what was Zach was doing. He was prepping her. Opening her up. Getting her used to the pressure. Each time he added a finger, she could feel that much more, even with the distraction of what Quinn was doing to her.

What Zach did didn’t exactly cause pain. It was more widening pressure. And there was pleasure. More than she’d thought there would be.

She wasn’t sure how many fingers he had in her. But it was more than one. And he continually added more lube. And went slow.

When Quinn shifted up, Zach moved behind her.

Something bigger than a finger rested at her back hole. Zach’s cock. She couldn’t see it, but she could feel it pressing against her.

Here we go.

Quinn bore into her. He moved slower than he had before. Was that to accommodate Zach’s movements?

Oh yes.

Zach pressed against her in the back. His tip slid just inside.

God, the pressure was intense. It was like he was ramming her. And he wasn’t even moving fast. Yet there was a warmth that spread from her bottom all the way up. There was no pain. And desire spread throughout her whole being.

As Quinn drove into her, Zach slipped out. They worked in tandem, taking her. Moving the exact opposite of each other, they took her together.

In and out.

Until Quinn was fully seated. He rested a moment with his cock all the way inside her.

Zach was two strokes behind him. He too stopped a moment, fully encased in her.

She had one cock lodged in her pussy. The other lodged in her anus. Her body shuddered around these new experiences.

She was stuffed to the brim.

And she wanted more.

She wanted them to move. To bring this to a head. To slip into her and back as they worked together again.

She couldn’t articulate anything. Couldn’t speak or move. Nothing would drop from her dry lips.

But they seemed to know. They started to move like before, in tandem. She was being split asunder.

And she liked it.

It was the most intense thing she’d ever done. The pressure built up the sensual feelings like a dam. And when it broke, there would be an explosion.

Her entire being swirled up into colors that flew down around her like confetti. Her nails tore at Quinn’s shoulders. She had no control over any of it.

Quinn’s body suddenly shuddered, and he tightened. He called her name. Zach’s name.

Zach was the last to climax. His body straightened against her and pounded for the first time. He slapped against her, calling her name and Quinn’s.

They all lay in a puddle of body parts for a few minutes until Zach and Quinn both eased out of her. Then both men took off the condoms, and Zach washed up while she rested in the bed. Her legs felt like noodles. Zach brought a washcloth and cleaned her off as Quinn headed for the bathroom.

When they both came back to her, they wrapped themselves around her and snuggled. It was the warmest she’d ever been. The safest. The most loved.

“From now on, we fuck and sleep in this bed,” Quinn said sleepily. “It’s the only one big enough for all of us.”

“Agreed.” She nodded. There would be time to work out more specifics later. For right now, she’d enjoy their bodies against hers.

Who would have thought a risk would pay off so well?

Epilogue

Rose hesitated outside her dressing room at Temples. She hadn’t seen Carl since the threesome had come in holding hands and beaming. They had to be together. For the first time ever, she wasn’t sure she wanted to see Carl. She wanted to run a hand through her hair but was worried she’d disrupt her wig. And she didn’t want to go back through the process of wig glue and placing it back on.

What would happen now?

She’d been successful just like she’d always known she would be. She’d brought three relationships together.

Yet she didn’t feel as if she was the victor at anything.

Why doesn’t he want to show the world he’s committed to me?
She closed her eyes. Didn’t have an answer besides the fact Carl was private and he was new to this gay-rights thing.

“Rose.”

She turned to face Zach, who looked as if he’d eaten not only the canary but the whole fucking flock. “Hello, Zach. You’re a much happier soul since I last saw you.” She blew out a sigh. Least someone was happy.

“I am. And your advice to each of us was spot-on.” He shook his head. “You were even right about the fact you can’t make someone do something they don’t want to do. They have to come around on their own.”

Rose blinked at him. “I said that?”

“Yes. You did. And it made so much sense to me that day I was here before Josie and Quinn found me. It helped me accept I wasn’t making them do anything. That they’d come to the decision.” He clapped Rose’s shoulder. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. Glad I made sense to someone.” She watched as Zach headed back to the bar.

They have to come around on their own.

She’d been dispensing advice and hadn’t even been listening to herself. If she had, she would have realized why this felt like such a hollow success to start with. It wasn’t just that Carl was reluctant. There were other reasons as well.

She was
making
Carl do this. And it wasn’t something that could be made to happen. Fuck, but she’d been dense.

She was a genius and didn’t even realize it. Of course she was also an idiot.

She stalked into her dressing room.

Carl sat at Rose’s small mirror and desk she referred to as her dressing table. But it was just a desk. “Hey, Rose.” He exuded sadness. His body was tense.

“Hey. I guess you saw the happy threesome.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I did.” He blew out an unhappy breath and looked churlish. “Rose, I…” It had never been this tense between them.