Fly Me Home: Home is Where the Heat Is, Book 4 (7 page)

Chapter Nine

Ian expected some nervousness on her part, but the way her hand trembled in his, ice cold, he considered calling the night off. When they reached the hotel room, he pulled her close, kissing her gently. “As much as I want you, and as hot as adding another man to our bed sounds, I’m okay if you want to back out.”

She gazed up at him, her eyebrows furrowed. “Everything I’ve experienced with you has been amazing. I think this will be too. I just never imagined it would happen like this.”

“Explain.” He’d do anything to make her feel safe and comfortable.

“It’s all so prepared. Not that that’s a bad thing.” She fluttered her hand through the air, her expression confused. “But I’m not sure it’s a good thing either. If I imagined it, we’d have drinks, come back to the room for some odd reason like I needed to change before we all went to a club. Then I’d walk in while you two were close, maybe talking softly, and I’d see the attraction between you both like I did the first time. One thing would lead to another, maybe one too many drinks to loosen me up.”

“You’re overthinking this. Nothing happens unless you want it to.” He unlocked the door, keeping one arm around her waist to guide her in. “For now, Arjun is joining us for a drink. Nothing more.”

She stopped cold, her eyes on Arjun. He sat across the room in a plush recliner, his legs stretched out in front of him. He turned with a sensual smile, his gaze skimming over Elizabeth’s body before he eased himself up from the chair.

He met Ian’s gaze before returning his attention to Elizabeth and walked over to take her hands in his. Pressing a quick kiss to her cheek, he stepped back. “Thank you for the invitation to join you this evening. It is good to have old friends to visit and new friends to get to know.”

Ian shot Arjun an approving smile. He’d warned his friend she might be a bit skittish, and Arjun’s manners dictated his actions. He’d treat her well. He wouldn’t push. This would all be up to Elizabeth and what she wanted.

Ian squeezed her shoulders. “Take the other chair. Arjun brought photos from his trip to Brazil. I’ll poor us all a drink.”

She shot him a thankful glance and walked over to sit in the chair he’d indicated. Arjun joined her, quickly engaging her in conversation about where and what she’d seen through the day. Within minutes, his friend had her laughing.

Ian watched the interaction between the two and poured three glasses of champagne. She’d barely touched her drink in the limo, and he’d been around her long enough to know she could handle her liquor fairly well.

Arjun took up where he’d left off. He wasn’t overbearing, or overly flirtatious. It was one of the things that Ian had always found so enticing about the man. Arjun knew what he wanted, and he was willing to go after it, but he never forced the issue. Either attraction and connection happened or it didn’t. Elizabeth had no way of knowing, but she couldn’t have picked a better addition for them to experiment with.

Ian brought the drinks over and sat on the window ledge as Arjun pulled his tablet from his bag. Elizabeth seemed much more relaxed, and as Arjun swiped through the photos, relating the stories behind each in a fun and detailed manner, Ian settled back to watch. The pictures themselves held little interest for him. What he enjoyed were her expressions. Once again, something that had become blah for him was brought to life through the amazement in her eyes.

Watching her awe reminded him of a time when he hadn’t felt so uninspired by the people and places around him. He wasn’t even really sure when he’d stopped enjoying the crazy schedule, flights to exotic places, or the charge of finding a bright new designer. All he knew was that he had. And Elizabeth was bringing it all back to life.

He forgot what they’d come here for and how the night was supposed to end. He settled in and enjoyed the alternate reality only Elizabeth could create.

Time passed. He wasn’t sure how. Champagne was drunk. At one point, she’d taught them a game called Standoff where one player had to try and knock the other off balance and make them take a step back, but the only part they could touch were each other’s hands.

They played for a while and ended up on the floor laughing. More champagne disappeared and they ended up sprawled on the bed. Arjun dozed off as she read them an article from an animal rescue website she followed.

Ian tucked her close, closing his eyes to listen to the soft lilt of her voice. She snuggled into the crook of his arm and yawned sporadically between words. He didn’t know what the story was about. All he knew was he’d never spent an evening like this. It had been as PG as a kids’ show, but he felt more satisfied than he ever had.

There was something good about what had happened. He didn’t know if Arjun was frustrated by what was supposed to have been a hot night, but his friend had smiled and laughed along with them.

Ian shifted into a more comfortable position and realized she was no longer reading. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted as she slept. He smiled and closed his eyes as well. He could definitely chalk tonight up to a first.

Liz blinked away the blurriness in her eyes and hurried to the bathroom. Closing the bathroom door, she ran the faucet. There was no way she could pee without the cover of noise knowing the two men in her bed could wake up and hear her. When she was done, she washed up and brushed her teeth. A trace of a champagne headache tingled at the back of her skull, but she was giddy with excitement. Last night hadn’t gone as she’d planned, but waking up in Ian’s arms, with Arjun sprawled on the covers next to them, was such an odd occurrence, she couldn’t help but laugh.

She’d totally chickened out last night, but it was as if both men had realized it and gone with the flow. Sometime during the night she’d drank too much champagne, changed into yoga pants and a tank top, and acted foolishly until she crashed. Neither man had pressured her or tried to take advantage of her tipsy state. They’d been perfect gentlemen, and she wanted to share them even more because of it.

She slipped out of the bathroom, letting her eyes adjust to the dark room. It was early, and the thick drapes hanging over the window blocked out all but an aura-like glow from the dim morning light. She glanced at the clock. Four thirty. Way too early to be up.

The men were still sleeping and she wanted to lie back down. A couple more hours of sleep would be wonderful. Easing onto the bed, she snuggled between them again. None of them had made it under the covers, but with two warm bodies surrounding her, she hadn’t needed any.

Ian stirred as she cuddled close. “What time is it?”

His husky whisper sent shivers down her spine. “Early. Go back to sleep.”

He rolled to his side to face her, his hand skimming down her arm and landing on her hip. Arjun shifted behind her, his leg bumping into hers. Her heart tacked out a funky rhythm when he yawned and stretched.

“You two make more noise than a couple of elephants,” he grumped. “Can I not get some sleep after being kept up all night by Annie Oakley?”

Ian chuckled. “I was thinking Bobby-Sue Schoolmarm is more like it.”

Okay. They could tease all they wanted. But they’d had a blast, acting like two big kids when she’d explained childhood games and told them stories from growing up in down-home country life. “You were right there with me, boys. Act as citified as y’all want, but I’ve never had two more willing pupils.”

Ian kissed her forehead. “It was fun.”

Arjun grunted. “I still say Ian cheated at Standoff.”

“You just can’t accept defeat.” Ian leaned up on an elbow to look at his friend. “She even beat you.”

Liz rolled slightly so she could smile at Arjun. “I think he cheated too.”

Ian poked a finger along her side several times, making her screech from the tickle. “Traitor.”

As fun as the conversation was, Liz felt a charge building. They were talking around the fact that they were all lying in the same bed and they hadn’t ended up doing what they’d planned. Her throat tightened, and her laughter died. They were both sleepy-eyed, hair mussed, the mingled scents of their bodies surrounding her. The awareness of them as two handsome men, who’d planned to share her, returned with a vengeance.

Ian cupped her cheek and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Don’t move.”

He disappeared into the bathroom, and she shifted to meet Arjun’s gaze.

“I enjoyed last night very much,” he stated with a soft smile. “It was not what I expected, but was perhaps just what we all needed.”

“An icebreaker?”

“Precisely.” He groaned. “I have a prior engagement tonight, but perhaps tomorrow night, before you both leave, you may want to try again?”

She nodded. “I’m sorry I didn’t—”

He pressed a finger to her lips. “There is no need for apologies.”

Ian returned, crawling onto the bed next to her. Then Arjun was gone. Ian pulled her close. “Had to freshen up. Nothing like morning breath to kill a mood.”

“So I wasn’t imagining the tone in the room?”

“No.” His hand traveled down over her hip. “As a matter of fact, sit up against the headboard for me.”

She wasn’t sure exactly where this was leading, but there was no way she was going to say no. Ian had introduced her to so many new things, and she trusted him. Crawling up the bed, she turned and sat cross-legged.

Ian stretched out on his stomach and rested his forehead on her shins. “Relax. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want. You’re calling the shots here.”

Arjun came out of the bathroom a moment later. His black hair was damp, and he’d taken off his shirt. Long fingers clutched the pale blue towel draped around his shoulders as his gaze skimmed Ian’s body. Then his attention was on her. The heat in his eyes left little doubt that he liked what he saw. “I cannot decide which I would taste first.”

That one statement had her insides jumbling and firing off little sparks of awareness. She could barely breathe, and her head swam. The adrenaline rush pumped through her veins like nitro. Any reluctance she’d harbored last night evaporated as Arjun dropped the towel and crawled onto the bed to straddle Ian’s hips.

She had no idea what to do or say, so she just watched Arjun’s slightly darker hands push Ian’s shirt up his back. He leaned in until he was close enough for Liz to feel the rush of his minty breath.

“Take his shirt off.”

The demand was erotic and she followed the directive, pulling the shirt off Ian to reveal his sinfully sculpted back. He still had scratch marks from the last time they’d been together, and she felt the heat crawl up her cheeks when Arjun traced one. “Did you do this?”

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

“He is a good lover.” He smoothed his hands down Ian’s back. “I know this as well as you do. Will you watch me touch him?”

She nodded. Damn it. Why couldn’t she make her tongue work?

Arjun met her gaze, his eyes dark and sensual. “What would you like to see?”

“I-I don’t know.” Liar. She wanted to see them both naked, their bodies touching close like this without any barriers. “I’ve never done this.”

Ian’s hands clutched at her thighs. “Tell him, Elizabeth.”

Arjun sat up a bit and urged Ian to roll over onto his back. His head was still pillowed by her legs and she groaned as their half-clothed bodies realigned. “You may never have done this, but you have thought about it, yes?” Arjun pressed. “Tell me what happens in your imagination.”

Ian tipped his head back to look at her. “It’s just words. You don’t have to do anything but watch if you choose, but we’re going to explode if you don’t give us some direction.”

Two men. Ready. She couldn’t deny them when her body was melting from the inside out.

“Naked,” she managed to breathe out. “You’d both be naked.”

Chapter Ten

“Good choice.” Arjun shot her a devilish smile. “We can accommodate that easily and willingly.”

When he stroked his hands down Ian’s chest to the waist of his pants, she squirmed. Whether it was because they’d been lovers before, or he was ready to get to business, Arjun wasn’t shy. He slipped the button free and unzipped Ian’s pants. Grabbing his boxers at the same time he stood to pull them free.

Ian’s cock was hard and he looked up at her. “Stroke me.”

The need in his gaze was pleading and she licked her dry lips. Reaching down, she took him in her hand, watching as Arjun undressed, his eyes on what she was doing to Ian.

Arjun was a handsome man—high cheekbones, rugged jaw. He was almost as sculpted as Ian, but he was trimmer by a good twenty pounds. Dark hair was scattered across his chest, not enough to hide his dark nipples. His torso was cut down in a sinful arrow and his cock was hard as well. And large.

Not taking his eyes off her hand, he eased back onto the bed. Her body was on fire, and she clenched her inner walls, shifting against the thick sensation swamping her crotch. She didn’t know what he was going to do next, but she couldn’t wait. The temperature in the room was insane. She tried to control the raspy breaths escaping and filling her lungs but couldn’t.

When Arjun leaned over Ian’s body and his mouth touched her fingers, she gripped Ian tighter. He moaned, closing his eyes.

“Let me help,” Arjun whispered before stroking his tongue over her fingers and the exposed portions of Ian’s cock. “Let me get him wet.”

He nudged her hand aside and took Ian in his mouth.

“Oh God.” The heat building in her belly erupted in a fireball. A flood of dampness slicked her crotch. “That’s fucking hot.”

Ian pumped up into Arjun’s mouth, his grip on her thighs almost painful. “Fuck yeah.”

Arjun worked him hard, dragging his mouth all the way up his cock before plunging back and taking all of him. Ian’s moans filled the room and her body responded to it all. Their mingled scents, the sounds of pleasure, even the fractured beams of light that played over skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, had her ready to burst.

Ian grabbed Arjun’s hair. Pulling him away, he sat up. Shifting out from beneath him, he climbed off the bed and forced Arjun farther onto the bed on all fours. Sliding his cock over Arjun’s ass, he stroked himself, his eyes on her inner thighs. “I want to watch him eat you. He’s got an amazing tongue. I know you’ll like it.”

Liz sucked in a sharp breath.

Arjun balanced on one hand and eased her legs out straight. “I will like it as well.”

Her pants were gone in seconds, and Arjun guided her down a bit so she leaned back, her thighs wide. She held Ian’s gaze as Arjun nuzzled her pussy. His tongue eased between her folds slowly, testing, tasting. When he hit her clit, she jerked. Ian smiled and reached for his discarded jeans. Pulling his wallet free, he took several condoms from the inside flap and scattered them on the sheets. His eyes never left hers as he tore one of the foil packages and rolled the thin barrier over his cock.

Arjun never stopped. His tongue dipped and teased, stroking her clit slowly while Ian rubbed his cock down Arjun’s ass. Pumping along his divide, he bit his bottom lip. She’d never imagined watching two men fuck would be so erotic, but she was mindless, drunk on each touch of Arjun’s tongue and every shallow thrust of Ian’s cock.

Ian smiled, his amber eyes dark and sensual. “That’s my girl.”

Arjun moaned between her legs, sucking her clit hard as Ian thrust deep. Having Ian as a lover was intoxicating. Watching him in action, the play of his body, the way his eyes darkened, was mesmerizing. The fact that his hands gripped brutally into Arjun’s hips, holding him for his pleasure, ramped her arousal up exponentially. She knew that feeling. Being under his control. Having him demand so much she wasn’t sure she could take it.

Ian stroked.

Arjun licked, sucked and nibbled. The combination had her shivering and wet. He sucked hard, sliding his finger deep inside her. Ian didn’t stop, and neither did Arjun. Her body responded, tightening, ready. So close.

“Come for us, Elizabeth,” Ian demanded. “You’ll need that release before we go further.”

She didn’t know what that meant, but she didn’t fucking care either. In this moment, she was Elizabeth. Liz did not exist. Liz was a sheltered, scared woman who did right by everyone else and ignored her own needs. Right now, she was Ian’s lover. Able to take two men and revel in their attention.

Arjun gave no quarter, and her body imploded. Massive, breathtaking spasms rocked her core, streaking up into her belly and pulsing through her veins. She was vaguely aware of her grip on Arjun’s hair, trying to push him away. It was too intense. But he wouldn’t stop. He licked and sucked until every tremor passed and she slumped back against the headboard.

Ian chuckled and eased out of Arjun’s body. Rolling the other man to his back, Ian grabbed another condom and eased it over Arjun’s stiff cock. Considering the debilitating orgasm she’d just had, her body should have shut off for a week. Not so much watching Ian’s strong hand stroke the other man’s cock. Ian used his free hand to pull off his own condom. With a wink, he grabbed a new package for himself. “Put it on for me.”

She crawled closer and sat on her knees. Her fingers trembled and she had a hard time focusing on her task when Ian pumped Arjun so thoroughly. When she finally managed to roll Ian’s condom in place, he curled his hand around the back of her neck and kissed her hard.

She was lost in the sultry secrets of their room, and when Ian guided her leg over until she straddled Arjun, still facing Ian, she followed without question. It was odd and hot to have him guide his friend’s cock into her, but as she slid down, he climbed onto the bed with them, his warm chest pressed against her breasts. His teeth and mouth teased her neck, her shoulders and her ears, whispering encouragement. Telling her to take him, ride him, to enjoy him.

His hands came to her hips, guiding her pace over the other man. Arjun reached up, cupping her breasts. “You feel amazing. So tight.”

Then Ian was pressing her back until she leaned against Arjun’s chest. Arjun shifted at the same time, settling her close and forcing her off her knees until her legs were spread out straight and wide.

Her breath caught as Ian leaned in, the pressure of his cock demanding space inside her. She was wet and wound up, but she wasn’t sure this would work at all. Two men? In the same space?

Ian eased in with shallow pumps that made Arjun groan and thrust beneath her. Her body stretched. It wasn’t painful, but it was uncomfortable and she shimmied to ease the invasion. She could do this.

Ian braced his hands on either side of her head. “Relax. Breathe. As soon as I’m in, I’m going to stroke your clit until you’re begging us to fuck you hard and deep.”

Arjun tweaked her nipples, his breath hot on her shoulder. “You have no idea how good your pussy feels.”

She didn’t, but as Ian pumped until he was fully inside her, she was willing to see if the payoff would be worth the stretch. He shuddered, closing his eyes. “Fucking amazing.”

He kissed her then, his hips thrusting in desperate, shallow jerks.

A second later, he reared back and as promised, his thumb found her clit. “This only works if you tell us what’s making you hot.”

Both men moved, but it was slow and easy. She was glad, considering the stretch and pull of too much. But amazingly, her body did relax around them. Their thrusts got a little stronger, and Ian worked her clit carefully. When he pressed too hard she asked him to ease up. Her nipples were never free from a heated touch. Hot lips brushed and breathed over her skin, whispering decadent, sinful promises and dark desires into the room. She was surrounded by hot male essences, each scent as intoxicating as the last. Hard muscle flexed under her fingers and she wasn’t sure who she touched or whose skin would bear the marks from her fingernails.

Time fractured, and she lost herself in the erotic experience. Their deep voices begged her to fuck harder, to go longer, to take more…

Ian thrust deep and held still, his thumb stroking her clit as he watched her reactions. It was too much and not enough at once. “Tell us what you need.”

His thumb didn’t stop and she reached down to shift the digit a fraction to the right. When he followed her direction, it was close, but it wasn’t quite right. He tried and Arjun encouraged. Everything was wonderful, but she didn’t know if she could get there.

“Only one way to make this happen,” Ian said, his eyes on Arjun.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” the other man responded. “She comes, I come. No doubt.”

Ian grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth. Sucking her index finger deep in his mouth he eased it out and guided it between her legs. “You’re so wound up and out of your element only you’ll find that magic right now.”

Fuck. They were all in for her pleasure. The thought of getting herself off in a man’s presence had never crossed her mind before she’d met Ian. But with Ian, she was quickly learning she’d do anything to find the pleasure and excitement he promised. Hell, this was the second time she’d touched herself in his presence. She eased into a delicious rhythm and adjusted to find the right spot. It didn’t take long, and both men encouraged, telling her how hot her pussy was, how good it felt and how they were squeezed so tight they could feel her muscles clamp around them.

It was mind-numbing, and she let go, wanting nothing more than to come for herself, for these amazing men, and for them to find their pleasure in her. She focused, concentrating on each breath, touch, the way her finger shifted over the sensitive nerve bundle until the first little spark started.

She must have gasped or cried out, because they reacted.

“Don’t stop,” Ian encouraged. “We’re both right there with you.”

Arjun’s hands tightened on her breasts and he pumped with more vigor. “Yeah. Don’t stop. I’m going to come.”

She was too. She stroked her clit faster, panting, her body drawn tight. She was close now, needing it, so wet the men invading her body slid easily in an uncoordinated rhythm. Their groans and sighs filled the room. Somewhere in the air, her own cry joined in. Then she was stroking so fast it should have been embarrassing. Arjun gave over, his cock jumping and body shuddering beneath her. She moaned, so turned on she couldn’t think or speak or even breathe. And Ian was pumping over her, his body hitting her clit until she didn’t need to touch herself. All she could do was cry out for more, for him not to stop.

He didn’t, and she shattered around them, clamping down and locking up as the orgasm hit with a pleasure-pain bite that blew her mind. Ian’s fractured yell ruptured from between clenched teeth as he joined them.