Hers for the Evening (7 page)

A Riesling, one of her favorites. The young bartender tore his gaze from Robyn long enough to pour Courtney a generous sample. She sniffed the aroma. It smelled good. She swirled it. It coated the glass. She tasted it. Oh my, it was good. A sigh of pleasure escaped. 44

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Seth set his hand on her hip. “Let me taste.”

Courtney handed him the glass. Instead, he took her chin between his fingers and kissed the wine from her lips. A long, lingering sweep of his tongue. When he pulled back, a wildfire burned in his gaze. “Oh yeah,” he murmured, “really good.”

Now Courtney was the center of attention. Every man in that small cellar wanted his wife to taste the same wine.

That kiss was hot. No married-couple kiss, it screamed lovers who’d just climbed out of bed. And were going straight home to climb back into it. Standing on Seth’s other side, Robyn slid her wineglass along the counter to him. “Taste mine.”

His eyes flitted from Courtney to the bartender to Robyn, then he cupped the back of Robyn’s neck and tasted the wine from her lips. More a peck than the kiss he’d given Courtney, it was no less hot, due mainly to the look in their bartender’s eyes. Courtney suddenly felt lightheaded. The kid totally got what was going on. Tonight all three would share the same bed. Seth had kissed Robyn to give their audience the thrill of speculation. She read it in the long steady gaze he gave her, the slight curve of his lips, hinting at a smile only she would recognize. He wanted the show. He wanted the reaction, to hear the shocked, excited voices whispering across the cellar. He wanted the kid, young enough to be Seth’s son, to understand exactly what it meant to be older, seasoned, experienced. He wanted Courtney’s heart to race, too. Her heart did pick up speed. The excitement, but also the tiniest hint of anxiety. How much had he liked Robyn’s kiss? Better than hers? She threw the thought from her mind. She didn’t want to spoil a thing. Their bartender held up the two bottles. “Which do you prefer, sir, Riesling or the merlot?”

Seth’s smile was cocky, arrogant. Showy. “They’re best when tasted together.”

The young man’s eyebrows rose to his hairline. Courtney was sure she’d heard the proverbial pin drop in the sudden silence before a cacophony of whispers, voices, giggles, and laughter echoed through the room. Oh, he was bad, so bad. Courtney wanted more of it. 45

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SETH FLIPPED COURTNEY’S HAIR OVER HER SHOULDER, RUBBED HIS finger behind her ear, then cupped her nape. “Shall we buy a bottle of each, ladies?”

“I’m not done sampling this young man’s wares.” Courtney fluttered her eyelashes, and Seth rewarded her with a firm squeeze on the sensitive crook of her neck. The game, she found it utterly exhilarating.

“How about the Sangiovese for me?” Robyn twirled her glass by the stem. Courtney dropped her voice to Robyn’s seductive pitch. “I’d like the champagne with the hint of toasted almond.”

Like a magician, the bartender had both hands moving at once, uncorking, pouring. “Coming right up, ladies.”

Seth kissed Courtney’s earlobe and whispered, “I’ll tell you what’s already up, baby.”

“Yours or the boy’s?” Courtney murmured as the bartender headed to the end of the counter for Robyn’s choice.

Seth laughed. “Both. Better watch out for jailbait, though.”

She pulled him close by the front of his shirt. “I like older men.”

Her champagne suddenly appeared on the counter along with Robyn’s red.

“Enjoy to your heart’s content, ladies.”

The young man was dying to be their fourth. Courtney hadn’t had this much sexy, flirty fun in . . . God, forever. It wasn’t Seth’s fault. It wasn’t hers. They’d fallen into the twenty-year rut, the raising-children mind-set, the saving-forretirement black hole. Time was for doing everything else that needed to be done, and their love life had taken a backseat. Robyn and this weekend were the cure.

They left with the Riesling and the merlot Robyn’s young man had uncorked especially for her. He threw in a corkscrew for later, but the poor bartender never got his invite. Three’s perfect, four is a crowd. As least this time. Oh my God. She couldn’t really be contemplating a foursome. She wasn’t even sure if she’d like the threesome.

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As Robyn had, she sat behind Seth so he could see her in the rearview mirror. He glanced at her. “Another winery, or lunch first, ladies?”

Robyn braced a hand on the back of her seat. “If you take Highway 46

toward Cambria, there’s a wonderful winery with an excellent bistro. I know you had a restaurant in mind, Courtney, but I’d love this place to be my treat for the two of you. I’m sure you’ll both enjoy it.”

The courtesan wasn’t supposed to pay for anything. When Devon hired a man, she picked up the tab for the whole event. Devon, however, liked being in control of her men. So why did Robyn want to treat them? Whatever. Just take it. Robyn’s offer turned this into a date instead of sex-for-hire. Which was a good thing. Perhaps that’s what Robyn intended, to enhance the illusion. “It sounds wonderful. I’d much rather try a place you already know. Right, Seth?”

His expression in the mirror was unreadable. Without the audience they’d had at the winery, he’d retreated. “Courtney loves trying new things.”

Did that have more meaning than she guessed?

Robyn’s voice filled with enthusiasm. “You’ll love it. Promise.”

“Anyone want water?” Courtney reached behind the seats, then handed the bottles around, loosening Seth’s for him since he was driving. The wine had made her slightly tipsy, but she didn’t want to get drunk and miss one single moment.

Seth headed out to the coast road. The day had turned hot. The airconditioning blasted through the interior. As Courtney had done, Robyn pulled a knee up and turned in the seat to make conversation easier. “Your husband’s the complete gentleman.”

Courtney laughed. “He was very naughty in there, and he needs to be punished.”

Robyn gave a low, sultry chuckle. “He enjoyed inciting our bartender.” She gave special emphasis to the word inciting.

Perching on the edge of her seat, Courtney leaned around the front seat to grab Seth’s shoulder. “That’s exactly what you were doing, wasn’t it? Trying to make him crazy.”

Seth gave barely more than a curve to his lips. “With two such gorgeous women surrounding me, I couldn’t help playing a bit.”

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backseat next to Courtney.

“He’s bad, not sweet.”

“Which makes you a very lucky woman.”

Courtney ruffled his hair. “Yes, I am lucky.”

“Seth”—Robyn put her hand on his arm, her crimson nails dark against his skin—“you’re an even luckier man to have a woman like Courtney.”

He adjusted the mirror, exchanging a look with Courtney. “You have no idea how lucky I am.”

Courtney glanced at his lap. His cock tented his shorts. She wanted to ask for more, yet she was afraid. How would she feel the moment he entered Robyn?

The kiss he’d given their courtesan in the winery had been a mere demonstration for the audience. Now they were alone, and nothing would be for show. Looking at Robyn briefly, her gaze was once again drawn to Seth’s hard-on. Who was it for? Or was it the situation?

“Courtney, may I have your permission to feel how hard Seth is?”

Her stomach fluttered. She wanted it; she didn’t want it. Perhaps that’s why Robyn asked, because Courtney couldn’t start it. It was hard enough to say the one word, but she did, in barely more than a whisper. “Yes.”

Seth met her eyes in the mirror, the hazel shot through with something darker, something stormy.

“Seth,” Robyn said softly, without the trace of seduction that seemed her trademark, “do I have your permission, too?” By asking instead of doing, she was giving them both an out if they wanted it.

“Yes.” In the mirror, his gaze on Courtney was unwavering. A heat wave rolled through Courtney’s body. Her breath came fast, yet wasn’t enough to fill her lungs.

Robyn leaned across the console, and Courtney caught her scent—sweet, expensive, a hint of vanilla. Courtney favored scented body lotions instead. She’d never asked if Seth wanted something more exotic.

“My, my, my,” Robyn whispered, waving a hand over his shorts like a magic wand. She laid her palm over him, her hand and fingers not quite managing to cover his full length. “He’s bigger than a mouthful, I’ll say that much.”

Courtney laughed, a nervous edge to it. Another woman was touching her husband’s cock through his clothing. The sight was mind-boggling. A little terrifying. “Keep your eyes on the road, sweetie. We don’t want an accident.”

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He didn’t say a word, but shifted his legs, widening the distance between his knees, the car on cruise control.

Robyn changed direction and set her fingers down in his groin, caressing his balls. Courtney heard him suck in a breath.

“Does Robyn’s hand on me make you hot, baby?”

Both of them looked at her, Robyn, up close and personal, Seth in the mirror. Courtney was horribly, terribly wet between her legs. A tad jealous, yet thrilled at the same time, the conflicting emotions adding to her excitement. She wanted her hand down between his legs, too. She wanted to feel what Robyn felt, the throb of blood through his cock, the tightening of his testicles. “Yes,” she managed.

“She’s squeezing me, rubbing her finger just below my nuts.” Seth squirmed. Courtney wanted to put her hand on her own pussy. Rub herself. Test her wetness. The sight set her ears roaring, her blood pressure rising. Another woman was touching her husband.

And he liked it. Did he like it too much?

“How does Seth feel when he’s inside you?” Robyn’s voice was gentle, as light and seductive as the image of her hand on Seth. Courtney’s breath felt trapped in her chest, same as it did in the moment Seth entered her, the expectation, the need. “I’m so full, and he touches this spot—”

“Your G-spot.”

“It’s the most incredible feeling.” Died and gone to heaven.

“Does he like fast or slow?”

“Both. Sometimes, I like it slow, right over that spot.” Courtney found herself mesmerized by the slight, rhythmic caress of Robyn’s hand over the bulge of Seth’s shorts.

“Do you cry out when he makes you come, Courtney?”

“She screams,” Seth said, his voice harsh. “The sounds she makes are so damn hot.”

“You like it when I make all that noise?” When the girls weren’t home, she let herself go.

He grabbed her gaze in the mirror. “I fucking love it.”

Wow. He loved it. She was always a bit embarrassed.

“How does Courtney’s pussy feel, Seth?”

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“Warm. Soft. Her contractions when she climaxes milk the come from me.”

“Thoughts of fucking you have made him so hard, Courtney.”

A spot of pre-come marred his shorts. “That’s you stroking him,” she whispered.

“No,” Robyn answered in a reverent voice. “It was when he started talking about the love sounds you make, the luscious feel of your pussy around him.”

Courtney bit her lip. She could have climbed in his lap and ridden him right this minute. She was so wet, he would slide into her like room-warmed butter. Robyn was seducing them both. Courtney wanted more. “I love the taste of his come.”

“Tell me,” Robyn urged.

“Salty. But sweet, too. Like he’s been eating pineapples and oranges. I love the aftertaste of it. I love the way he pulses in my mouth when I’m sucking him.”

Seth groaned, pushed back in his seat, stretched his legs, his hands clamped on the wheel.

Robyn’s hand was on his cock, but it was Courtney’s words that drove him higher. She felt that deep in her belly.

“How does Courtney taste?”

“Fucking sweet. She gets so goddamn wet, her juice covers my face.”

Seth didn’t swear often—they’d always been afraid of teaching little girls big words—but the dirty talk on his lips made her nipples ache beneath her sundress. Her juice, the juice he loved, drenched her panties.

“I’d love to watch him lick you, Courtney. I’d love to see the look on your face as you climax with his tongue inside you.”

Seth choked off a sound. “Ladies, if you don’t want to end up in a ditch, we need to stop right now.”

Robyn leaned in, pecked his ear. “I’m sorry. I got carried away.” She smiled at Courtney. “There’s so much to save for later, we don’t want to waste it all now.”

Cotton wool filled her head. Her skin burned, her pussy pulsed. She wanted Seth more than the first night she’d had him, more than she’d needed him on their wedding night, more than the first time they made love after Shannon was born.

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