Home Is Where the Heat Is (24 page)

Claire pulled him inside and slid her arm around his waist, snuggling between him and JT.

“Wow.” The word escaped Claire as a breathless laugh. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Do you want that second drink now?” JT looked as if he could use a couple of shots.

She shook her head. “Ooo… wait, let’s order champagne when we get to the room.”

“Sounds good.” The gambler shot a glance at Kurt. “Does that work for you, Genius?”

JT’s effort to include him bolstered Kurt’s shaky confidence. “Yeah, whatever she wants.”

JT smiled and nodded as if proud of him.

The elevator creaked to a stop on the fifteenth floor, and Claire and JT scampered down the endless hallway, giggling and groping as Kurt followed close behind.
Should I touch her, too?

They stopped at a door, and JT searched his pockets for the key. Kurt reached for Claire’s ass, but at the last second his trembling hand seemed to change direction on its own and caressed her bare shoulder.

She smiled at him, and her sparkling eyes lured him into the room while JT held the door.

They stood in a spacious living room with a couch, a desk, and an overstuffed chair. The door to the bedroom hung open, and he noticed a king-sized bed.

We’ll need that.

JT approached the phone on the desk. “Bottle of champagne. Anything else?”

Kurt shook his head and eyed the mini bar. He needed something to calm his nerves. A tiny bottle of vodka beckoned him.
Is there more?

“Yes.” Claire slid close to JT and ran her hands over his chest. “Dark chocolate, raspberries, and melted white chocolate.”

Dark chocolate—her favorite indulgence. The sparkle in her eyes told him the other two treats meant something else.

“Mmm… naughty Rebel.” JT kissed her then dialed room service.

“Put it on this.” Claire handed him her card.

“We can charge it to the room.”

She shook her head. “This is on me.”

JT grinned and ordered while she ran off to the bathroom.

Kurt downed the vodka, then searched for another one. “Damn it.”

“What’s wrong?” JT grabbed a bottle of scotch.

“No more vodka.”

JT laughed. “Champagne doesn’t cut it for me either. Try the bourbon.”

Kurt coughed as liquid burned down his throat, then grabbed JT’s sleeve and pulled him across the room, farther away from the bathroom door. “Are you okay with this? I know she’s your girl, so if you want me to leave—”

JT crossed his arms over his chest. “Hey, we agreed to the terms, and she won. The house paid her winnings. We need to do the same.”

“I get that, but we’re talking about
sex
here, not cash.” Sex with another man’s girlfriend… with him in the room. “How can you let me screw around with her?”

“Don’t worry about me.” JT held his ground. “This is all about her. Do whatever she wants. We’re here to please her, and if there’s one thing I know about Claire, it’s that she loves being the center of attention.”

When Kurt first met Claire, she’d blended into the background, watching everyone around her with pleading eyes as if hoping someone would notice her. Over the last couple of years, she’d started to stand out, both in her work and her clothes that challenged the dress code, but he still caught glimpses of that forlorn hope. Tonight he had the opportunity to satisfy it.

“So… focus on her, bring her fantasy to life.”

“Exactly.” A confident smile lit the gambler’s face.

“You’ve done this before.”

He shrugged. “Once or twice. Just make sure she enjoys it—no matter what.”

The bathroom door opened as a knock sounded on the front door. JT let the room service cart in while Claire led Kurt to the couch and sat beside him with her hand on his arm. “Are you okay?”

Kurt clenched his fist to still his shaking limbs. He nodded then gazed at the woman beside him. Her flushed cheeks and breathless words highlighted her excitement, but her eyes held a whisper of fear.

“Do you really want to do this?” he asked.

“Yes.” She wiggled closer to him.

“I know you want him.” Kurt nodded toward JT as he tipped the waiter and closed the door behind him. “And I understand your craving for two guys, but are sure you want
me
?”

“Why not you?”

“In all the time we’ve known each other, you’ve never once shown any interest in me.”

The pink in her cheeks turned red as she stroked the back of his hand. “I’m sorry. I’ve always thought of you as the yummy IT guy. I should’ve let you know, but I didn’t know how.”

Yummy IT guy? Hell yeah, I would’ve loved to know that.
Kurt laced his fingers with hers.

She closed her eyes, tilted her head back and presented soft, red lips. His heart stopped and he stared at her perfect face: thick eyelashes fringed on her cheeks, faint freckles dotting her nose, and a mouth made for kissing.

“You’re beautiful.”

One eye opened and glared at him. “You’re clueless.” She slid her arm around his neck and pulled him down until his lips touched hers.

The room spun and reality disappeared, leaving only his longed-for fantasy in his arms, kissing him, slipping her warm tongue into his mouth. He held her tight and savored that kiss, hoping it might be the first of many.

She moaned into his mouth, sending his brain into sensory overload and creating an uprising in his pants.

He felt the couch sag, and when he peeked over Claire’s shoulder, spotted JT sitting behind her. “Sorry,” the boyfriend said.

“No need.” He stroked Claire’s thigh, playing with her short skirt.

“Oh, right.”

She giggled and pulled him close for another kiss.

JT leaned down and nibbled her shoulder at the base of her neck, then sneaked a hand around to fondle her breast. Kurt followed his lead and did the same. Her nipple stiffened against his palm.

“Fucking Christ!” Claire gasped and squirmed, trapped between them.

Kurt sat back. “I’ve never heard you swear.”

JT laughed on her skin. “She spouts foul words when she gets really excited.”

“I had no idea.”

Claire nodded and mashed her breast into his hand. “Don’t stop, you fucking bastard.”

“When she cusses you out, you’re doing it right.” JT slid his hand between her thighs.

Kurt tossed his remaining reservations aside, pushed her bra down and exposed her gorgeous breast. As his lips touched her nipple, he vowed to do everything she wanted—tonight and every night.

Chapter 18

Kurt’s mouth stroked her nipple with a feathery kiss while JT shoved his hand between her thighs, teasing the damp satin under her skirt. Claire moaned and arched back to give the geek better access to her breasts while spreading her legs for the gambler’s touch.

She’d kept her eyes closed since Kurt first kissed her, savoring both men’s hands and mouths on her body, so when she opened them and actually
saw
Kurt’s tongue on her nipple and JT’s hand exploring her thighs, a wave of shock and twisted pleasure engulfed her. “Fucking hell!”

Her body rocked, tossed by the rolling tide. She grabbed Kurt’s short black hair and gasped while trapping JT’s hand against her now soaked panties. “Holy shit. What did you two do to me?”

Kurt lifted his head, his eyes wide behind his intelligent sexy glasses. “That was good, right?”

“Fuck me with
two
lovers.” Claire sighed and nuzzled his stubbled cheek.

JT laughed. “Well, our work is done here. Good night.” He stood, but Claire grabbed his arm and yanked him back.

“Mother fucking… don’t even think for one second that I’m going to let your smart ass walk out of here.”

“Dude, are you nuts?” Kurt scratched his head.

JT pulled free and turned toward the door, but his true intentions became apparent when he grabbed a bowl of raspberries from the room service cart and grinned like a wily fiend. “Don’t you know teasing when you see it, Rebel?”

“My brain isn’t exactly functioning at the moment, asshole.”

He picked up the melted white chocolate and handed it to Kurt. “Any ideas what to do with this?”

The geek dipped his finger in the bowl and drizzled it onto Claire’s exposed breast. She sucked in her breath as he licked it off and moaned on her skin, but he’d accidentally dripped some on her dress.

He sat up and adjusted his steamed up glasses. “We should, um,
you
might want to….”

JT rolled his eyes. “Spit it out, Genius.”

Claire stood and shoved JT down on the couch. “Play nice.”

She picked up the bowl of dark chocolate, which had also conveniently been melted, and handed it to JT before turning her back to her audience.

Audience! Two isn’t exactly a crowd, but holy fucking hell!

Her hands trembled as she unclasped her halter top and let it fall to her waist. She wiggled the dress over her hips, leaving the thong in place while she revealed her ass to them. Her heart pounded and she cupped her breasts in her hands, covering her stiff nipples as she turned and flashed a smile.

Kurt exhaled and collapsed back, tugging at his pant legs as if his expanding crotch needed room to breathe.

JT groaned and stretched one arm along the back of the couch, unbuckling his belt and stroking his obvious erection.

Claire nearly burst out laughing at their almost identical reactions.
Funny? No, they’re fucking hot.

She spread her fingers and let her nipples peek between them, drawing more squirms and moans from her guys. “I could do this all night.”

“We’re no good to you dead,” JT grunted.

Kurt agreed. “No shit.”

“Oh… all right.” She let go of her breasts and slid her hands into her hair, twirling it above her head, then stretched her arms, lifting her best assets and displaying them for their viewing pleasure.

Kurt tilted his head as if deep in thought. “I knew you liked to show off, but I had no idea….”

JT laughed. “She opened the curtains in the bedroom after she kicked me out to get dressed.”

“Our little exhibitionist.” Kurt grinned.

Claire gasped as his face lit up and his eyes crinkled. Yummy IT guy had turned into completely fuckable I-need-this-man-between-my-legs… man. “I’ve never seen you smile like that before.”

He blushed. “You’ve never taken your clothes off for me before.”

“I’m not done yet.” She hooked her thumbs through the thong at her hips and slowly slid it down, bending over as she lowered it so as not to reveal too much too soon.

JT laughed. “She thinks she’s being coy, but she forgot about the mirror behind her.”

Damn Vegas hotel rooms and their abundant mirrors.
She peeked between her knees and decided she liked the look. Hearing Kurt’s grunt confirmed it. She reached for the buckle on her shoe, then glanced at JT. “On or off?”

“Keep ‘em on, sweet thing.”

She stood up and spread her feet apart a step, showing off her favorite feature.

JT slow-clapped his appreciation. “Well done.”

Kurt took his glasses off and laid them on the end table. “Come closer, I’m near-sighted.”

Claire eyed the couch. If she sat between them, she could lay back and give one man her breasts and the other her thighs, but who did she want to play with her pussy first?
Fucking hell, does it matter? I have two choices!
And she would indulge them both.

She sat down and laid her head in JT’s lap while draping her legs over Kurt’s thighs. The gambler trailed his fingers through her hair, fanning it across his body. She slid her hand behind his neck and pulled him down. “Thank you,” she whispered on his lips.

“My pleasure.” His tongue pressed into her mouth and she welcomed it, arching up while he plucked her nipples.

Kurt placed his hand on her knee, running his fingers down the back of her calves to her ankle. She spread her legs just slightly, inviting him to move his hand higher, and heard him suck in his breath. A jolt of nervous energy shot through her. They’d only seen each other at work, fully dressed, and now she was offering him an up-close-and-personal look at her private parts.
Monday’s going to be awkward.

JT’s mouth trailed down her neck and dispelled her fleeting tension. He fondled her breasts and teased her nipples, melting her stiff body into a languishing pool of blissed-out goodness.

“Fuck yes, that’s perfect.” Claire noticed Kurt idly stroking her thigh and propping his elbow on the armrest with his chin in his hand. His gentle touch barely registered.

“Nervous?” she asked.

“No. Yes, a little, but I don’t mind watching for now.”

Interesting.
Each time she and JT had been caught by a stranger while fooling around, she’d harbored a secret thrill. But being watched by someone who knew her, and with such an intimate view, sent lightning bolts streaking down her spine. Her nipples tingled and her pussy dripped. “Watch as long as you want.”

“Mmm….” Kurt drew circles on her thighs, each time moving closer to the wet heat at her center.

“But don’t be afraid to touch.”

He smiled and dragged his fingers down the full length of her leg.

Tease.

JT pulled his mouth from her nipple then leaned back and groaned, gazing at her through heavy-lidded eyes. A wicked smile quirked his lips. “I know what we need.”

“Oh this is going to be trouble,” Claire sighed.

“A map.” He picked up a handful of raspberries and tipped her breasts with them. Then he marked a trail from one mound to the other, leading down her belly to her abs.

“I see where he’s going.” Kurt dipped his finger in the white chocolate and painted a path up her thighs.

Claire moaned and closed her eyes while each man drew roads and trails on her body, alternating dark and white chocolate with the berries. When she dared to peek at their handiwork, she couldn’t hold back laughter at the circle of arrows pointing to her pussy.

“I’m glad you two know where you’re going.”

“Never a doubt.” JT said, and leaned over to bite a berry off her nipple while Kurt licked chocolate from her quivering thighs. Double flickering tongues whipped across her skin, tasting and sucking a carnal buffet.