High-Risk Fever (20 page)

The guys pulled their shirts off over their heads, revealing perfectly sculpted torsos— Mica’s tanned with dark nipples and curly black hair, Todd’s fair-skinned and smooth—framed by large shoulders. With the movement, a warm mix of sweat and musk drifted to her nose. She wanted to touch both bulging chests, follow the contour of their hard muscles with her fingers, make their flat nipples stiffen.

But she was too shy to do that. It was one thing to be intimate with one man, but two? During the ménage, she’d focused on Brian and hadn’t had to see Todd and Mica at
work
behind her. And anyway, if Brian knew, he would no doubt disapprove. The ménage and his own intimate moment with Todd earlier did not necessarily justify her being here with the boys, at least not without him present. So, licking every detail of their delicious and oh-so-hot manly skin with her eyes would have to do, and as soon as the laundry was done, she would leave them to their business.

Before she finished admiring them, Mica and Todd bent to remove their shoes, pants, and briefs. The movements made their tight asses point in the air above well-trained thighs.

“Oh.” She puffed.

What masculine perfection
.

She took a deep breath to calm her racing heartbeat.

They peeked over their shoulders and asked in unison, “What?”

“Oh, nothing. Don’t mind me.”

Mica teased, the white of his teeth flashing. “You like what you see?”

“Heh.” Todd chuckled. “She likes to see.”

Was he referring to the time he’d caught her snooping? So much had happened since, that episode felt like decades ago.

“Shut up.” She turned away, her face flushing with a mix of excitement and shyness.

Oh, the washer had stopped. She’d been too absorbed by the two hunks to notice. Now she had an excuse to be busy and not look at them. Not that she didn’t
want
to.

While water splashed into the enamel tub, she knelt on the tile floor, careful not to wrinkle her gorgeous dress. She opened both the washer and the dryer next to it and transferred the wet clothes and towels.

She slammed the round doors shut and started the dryer. The rumbling of a new turbine drowned the sound of gushing water in the tub behind her. Her work was done too soon. Now what? Stay and pretend to be busy, sneaking peeks at the sexy guys, or leave the bathroom as planned?

She glanced over her shoulder. They’d left the shower curtain open. A fog of steam rose from the rapidly filling tub and drifted toward her. Beautiful as a Greek god, Todd stood in the water, reaching out to Mica with a giant smile and helping him climb in. They were already aroused. She sighed as a familiar stirring went through her lower abdomen.

“You want to join?” Mica caught her off guard.

Oh, he stood staring at her, dark eyes shining with mischief. Her heart skipped a beat.

He tilted his head. “C’mon.”

Todd sent his lover a quizzical glance, but didn’t contradict him.

She didn’t bother to reply, just lowered her eyes and pretended not to be interested. Of course she couldn’t join the guys in the tub. Not only would Brian never agree, but from Todd’s reaction,
he
wasn’t too keen either.

“That is shame.” With a shrug, Mica bent to turn off the tap. Instead he started the shower above their heads and let steamy water splash onto his face. He blinked and exhaled, shaking his long hair.

Todd joined him under the water and took him in his arms, linking them together, chest to chest and hips to hips. Wet locks of black and blond hair slid down over their eyes. Swaying together, they kissed deeply and stroked each other’s backs and firm butts.

She couldn’t help staring when Mica broke off to stop the shower, pick up a piece of soap on the side of the tub, and make it foam in his hands. The fresh, flowery scent of lavender drifted to her.

While Todd leaned forward to steal kisses from his mouth, Mica soaped his lover’s large chest and shoulders, caressing toned muscles before moving down to his six-pack. Seconds later he had his hand on Todd’s amazing erection and stroked it up and down, his expert fingers gliding easily on the hard, soaped-up shaft.

She swallowed a gasp. She had never seen anything sexier.

Imagine if he soaped me up like this and then stroked my breasts and slid a finger inside
….

Her pussy reacted instantly, opening and wetting.

But she had declined his invitation. She shifted on her knees and tried to ignore her excitement.

Not once breaking off the kiss, Todd took the soap from Mica’s hands with a deep, guttural moan and returned the gesture, leaving foam all over Mica’s tanned skin, from his shoulders to his tight ass.

The soap dropped into the water with a muted
clonk
. The two men stood close together again, embracing each other, their smooth, lathered bodies gliding skin to skin in an erotic dance.

With a growl, Mica reached between them and grabbed Todd’s cock again. “Fuck, I can’t resist you.”

“Me neither. I want
you
.” Todd kneaded both of Mica’s butt cheeks with large hands.

Mica laughed. “You dirty....” He stuck his tongue out and wiggled it in front of Todd’s lips.

Todd’s tongue flipped out, curled around Mica’s, and dove inside his mouth. Their lust looked so urgent, Anne’s mouth watered, and her breath hitched.

Todd backed off, panting. “Mmm, that was hot.”

Mica heaved for breath, staring at Todd’s lips. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, if we not rinse this soap off, we slip in the tub.”

“Ha ha! I can’t think of a better way to die.” Todd reached for Mica’s face, pressed his cheeks in his hands, and sucked on his lower lip. “With your cock buried deep inside me.”

“As you wish.” Not breaking their connection, Mica reached to his side and turned the shower knob again. As the spray wetted them, running water pushed the white foam down their slick bodies in swirling rivulets.

Dark eyes hardening, Mica put his stiff cock between Todd’s legs, pushed him against the wall, and lifted him with his hands underneath Todd’s ass. Todd laughed. Pinned to the tiles, he wrapped his legs around Mica’s thighs and put his arms around his neck. She couldn’t tell if Mica had penetrated him or not, but from their loud moans and Mica’s suggestive back and forth moves of his hips, it seemed like he had.

Oh mon Dieu
….

She turned back to the two machines, closed her eyes, and tried to block out the lustful sounds behind her. Not from bashfulness but because witnessing the scene began to hurt. Despite the incredible eroticism, she couldn’t believe Mica played in such a way in front of her. Was he blind to her feelings?

She wanted to believe he did it on purpose to create distance. Maybe the thought of leaving hurt him, too. Or being with Todd left him no choice, and this was his way of coping.

Whatever the cause, the smartest thing for her to do was keep the jealousy and hurt at bay by reminding herself that Mica and Todd were meant for each other. Even if they, by some miracle of fate, met again later in life….

Brian’s voice came through the door. “Anne!”

Bang
—she hit her forehead against the washer door. The hair on the back of her neck rose. She didn’t have enough time to get out of the bathroom. Technically, she wasn’t doing anything wrong, but still couldn’t help feeling like a cheater for being
in the same room
as the two lovers while they played.

“Anne!” He called again from the hall, making her shiver.

The door opened. Slowly, she turned around, muscles tense.

Brian’s face peeked inside, hazel eyes finding her kneeling on the floor. “There you are, sweetie!” With a big smile, he blew into the bathroom, brandishing a dark brown bottle in one hand and a couple of shot glasses in the other. His white shirt danced with the movement.

“Hey.” Her cheeks heated more with each second.

His smile cooled. “Wha—” He turned to the two boys to his right.

Limbs tangled, Todd and Mica stood under the running water like two naked statues frozen in time, staring at him through wet locks of hair.

Brian glanced from them to her and back to them, wide-eyed.

A heavy silence sank on the constricted space.

Unable to stand the tension any longer, she turned back to the tumbling dryer and fixed her eyes on a spot in the glass door. Hands clutching the silky front of her dress, she awaited Brian’s reaction. When cold reality sank in on him, he would no doubt explode. His wife was watching two nude men in a sex scene. Surely it came close to his secretive porn watching, but in such a tense moment, he would not see the connection.

Instead of an explosion, Todd chuckled. “Don’t worry, Mica.”

“What you mean?”

Stiff like a corpse, she pivoted to look back at the tub.

Todd sent Brian a glance with a big grin. “He likes it.”

She followed Mica’s incredulous look to Brian, who stared back without a word, cheeks coloring, bottle and glasses still in his hands.

She didn’t know what to say or do. Her muscles relaxed as relief washed over her. She let out the breath she’d held. Drops of sweat ran along her spine and between her breasts. She flattened the front of her dress and found the black silk crumpled from her grip.
Merde
. But anything was better than Brian’s disappointment.

“Set me down,
honey
.” Todd’s voice was sweet.

When Mica let him drop into the water with a splash, she realized there had been no penetration, and her jealousy stung a little less.

“What is going on?” Hands hanging at his sides, Mica gazed from one to the other. When neither of the guys replied, he turned to her and widened his dark eyes as if asking,
You know anything about this?

She shrugged. Of course Brian’s reaction had something to do with what happened in the garage earlier, but it wasn’t her place to tell anyone.

Brian watched the two aroused guys, a strange gleam burning in his hazel eyes. As if to hide a smile, he covered his mouth and moustache with the bottle-holding hand. Then he seemed to make up his mind and carefully placed the small glasses on the countertop next to the sink near her.

“A-are you okay?” She stood to her full height, knees trembling as if made of Jell-O. She put her hands on the washer for balance.

He uncorked the bottle and filled a glass. The rich brown-orange liquid emanated the woodsy scent of cognac. He put it to his lips and swallowed all the liquor at once before filling both glasses with a sigh.

Mica glared. “Someone tell me what the fuck is going on?” His hard-on had slackened.

“Wait, honey.” Smiling, Todd began to stroke his own erection.

She blinked from the astonishing, erotic sight. Was she dreaming? Or was the Kir playing tricks with her brain?

Cheeks pink, Brian put the bottle on the countertop, turned around with both glasses in hand, and, to her surprise, brought one to Mica. “Here. Have one with us. It’s the finest French brandy.”

Mica stared at him with a frown, but took the glass and had a sip. “Hmm, pretty nice. What we celebrating?” He handed Todd the remaining drink.

“Celebrating?” Brian shrugged. “I don’t know if that’s what we’re doing. Before anything, I have an apology to make.”

“Yes?”

Brian cleared his throat. “I haven’t been fair to you guys. I’ve treated you like shit, while….”

Still grinning, Todd downed the drink and handed Brian the empty glass. “While what?”

“While the truth is, you’re really great, funny guys, and really…um…good-looking.”

Mica’s eyes widened. “Good…looking?”

“Oh, yeah. Definitely.” Brian nodded, a reddish hue spreading to his throat and ears. “Better than good-looking. And I honestly can’t have peace of mind until I’ve apologized. It doesn’t help to say that life forced me to be a jerk. I have a responsibility, too.”

Mica checked Todd’s reaction, but he only grinned, a fist slowly pumping his thick, purple erection.

“How you know about this?”

Todd shrugged and held Mica’s look. “Honey, sometimes things are better left unexplained.”

Mica stared for a moment before nodding agreement. Anne silently praised his intelligence.

From the grimace on Brian’s flushed face and droplets of sweat pearling on his temples, admitting his sexual preferences must cost him. But these confidences cleaned him, set him free.

His hazel eyes drifted to her, wide, flickering, and full of heat. Storms of insecurity and boyish excitement dueled inside. It had to be heaven and hell to be him. “I’m sorry, baby.” His voice stuttered. “I-I’ve been so wrong. I have to make it up to them. But I don’t wanna hurt you in the process.”

“Hurt me?”

He nodded, a sad look crumpling his tense features. “Yeah. For liking both…um…men and women. It can’t be easy for you to hear that.”

Her mouth gaped while she searched for words. She couldn’t help it. His sincerity touched her heart, gave her a sense of rightness. She shifted her weight from one uncomfortable high heel to another, gazed at the two boys in the tub—who avoided her eyes—then looked back at Brian. “Uh, how would that hurt me?”

“’Cause you’re my wife. I’m supposed to be attracted only to you. Now you hear I’m bi.”

She shook her head and exhaled. “Oh, but that’s okay, Brian. To admit such a thing is very brave. I applaud that. I know it’s hard for you.”

He spread his arms. “But I kept the secret from you the whole time, sweetie. I wish I didn’t, but I’ve just…never had the balls to admit it.”

Warmth filled her chest. “Don’t you worry about that. I love you, and I’m happy for you.” These words were probably the most sincere she’d spoken since Mica and Todd arrived five days ago, and they made her feel good. Certainly as good as Brian must be feeling after opening his heart and showing who he really was.

His eyes lit up. “Yeah?”

“Of course. I couldn’t be happier.” She pressed his arm lightly. “Go ahead and have fun, sweetheart, if that’s what you want. Have fun and
be yourself
.”