Menage on 34th Street (3 page)

Caught up in the wave of furious passion that rolled off him, Kat wrapped her legs around his waist. Her feet bumped Liam, who leaned in, shifting his arms to slide around Hunter’s waist.

Hunter ignored Liam. Dropping his hands to her ass, he gripped each cheek with punishing strength. Her weight settled against his groin and his cock lodged between her legs, restrained by denim but no less insistent for the barrier. At some point she’d stopped resisting and begun to welcome his kiss. Hunger overcame her as if he hadn’t just filled her moments earlier.

It was a mutual hunger. He ate at her mouth like a man starved, and rubbed her spread pussy against the fly of his jeans. The rough abrasion struck a whole bundle of nerves and she tore away from Hunter’s kiss on a high, hard gasp. Tremors of orgasm shuddered through her arms and legs, loosening her hold on his shoulders.

Hunter jostled her higher and wrapped one arm around her back. “Bed. Now.”

The harsh demand sent a signal straight to her core. Liquid heat fired between them. Kat plunged her fingers into his hair and sought his mouth again, unable to make her brain produce a coherent response.

“Take her upstairs,” Liam said, stepping back from them. “The second open door on the right.”

Hunter stiffened and for a moment, Kat feared he would lock up and withdraw. Instead, he lifted his head and turned them toward the stairs. As he started to ascend, she forced her eyes open and met Liam’s gaze over Hunter’s shoulder.

Liam flashed her a smile and a wink, but Kat saw past his silent approval to the pain behind it. She knew her husband well enough to understand it wasn’t her attraction to Hunter that hurt Liam—it was Hunter’s denial of Liam. As Hunter reached the top of the stairs and Kat lost sight of Liam, she wondered whether she was woman enough to bring her two men together.

* * *

Hunter blanked his mind. He couldn’t deal with what his brain and his cock were telling him about himself right now. Instead, he cut off all avenues of thought except the ones that led to spreading Kat across a bed and burying his face in her wet folds. As he shouldered through the half-open door to the master bedroom, he blocked out the lingering heat of Liam’s body along his spine. He’d bury himself in her, sate himself in her, fill her with his own need.

When he reached the bed, he knelt on the edge and bent over to deposit Kat on her back. She dropped her arms to the bed but tightened her legs around his hips.

“Stay.” She hooked her fingers in the waist of his jeans and met his eyes.

“I finish what I start.” He pulled her hands from his hips. Deftly, he stripped silk and lace up her torso, stretching her arms above her head. He twisted the material around her wrists and pinned them to the mattress. The position lifted her bare breasts like an offering on a pagan altar. His cock pulsed approval.

Downstairs, he’d given over to naked hunger and taken her in a red haze of furious want. The primitive inclinations had followed him to the front door, even propelled him up the stairs to the bedroom, but somewhere along the way they had run through him and emptied out. Left with all of the want and none of the fury, he was acutely aware of the painful knot in his chest.

The pale curves of Kat’s body blurred. Hunter drew a ragged breath and shook himself before the old longing could put down roots. She was here, it was enough. Dammit, she was enough.

To reinforce the reminder, he leaned down and roughly took one small pink nipple between his teeth. Kat cried out at the sudden bite and jerked against his grip on her wrists. Hunter growled a low warning but gentled the pressure at her breast. Rolling her nipple into his mouth with his tongue, he sucked at the stiff tip until he was sure he’d be able to remember the texture of her skin long after he put this madness behind him.

Needing more than the feel of her pebbled nipple, he released her breast and used his free hand to pry her legs from his hips. He let go of her hands, palmed her knees and spread them wide. The tiny scrap of red silk and lace that made up her panties didn’t actually hide anything from view. In this position, her folds opened right up for him, revealing the glistening, dusky heat he’d plundered downstairs.

Driven by primal urges, Hunter ducked to claim her. Kat gasped and bucked, responding to the long slide of his tongue. Her reaction was gratifying on a level he didn’t want to examine. He did want to experience it again, however, so he licked her from bottom to top, savoring her silky texture and salty taste.

“Hunter,” she moaned, running her fingers through his short hair.

He didn’t know what she was going to say, didn’t know what he wanted her to say. It didn’t matter. The words were lost when his mouth settled over her. With Kat writhing beneath him, Hunter couldn’t bring himself to think about before and after. He had
now
and every cell in his body urgently demanded the glory of the moment.

Raising his head, he stared down at her and catalogued the details. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted in passion. Her lingerie formed a carnal-red halo over her tangled dark hair and her breasts heaved with every breath.

“Why do you let him do this to you?”

She eased her grip on his hair and slid her hands down to cradle his face. Hunter didn’t want to look her in the eye but she didn’t give him much option.

“I don’t
let
him,” she corrected. “I ask him. This is the woman I am, Hunter. If the woman I am isn’t the woman you want, maybe you
should
leave.”

“Don’t talk to me about the woman I want. I don’t even know who you are. Not anymore.”

Hurt flashed in her eyes, satisfying in its truth and shaming in its honesty. “I haven’t changed. But if you don’t know that, then get off me and run away.”

Need warred with uncertainty, with the fear of the unknown. But it was too late. Maybe it had been too late when he’d accepted Liam’s invitation.

Furious with his own confusion, he yanked her panties down her legs. After throwing them aside, he pressed her thighs against her stomach and leaned in close, caging her with his body.

“No. I’m not through with you yet.” It was the one truth he knew. Everything else might be unclear, but this was crystal.

Reaching between them, he unzipped his fly and shoved his jeans down his hips. He retained just enough sense to protect her, but not enough to protect himself from her.

The slick heat of her pussy welcomed him as he located her entrance and shoved inside. Her pleasure showed on her face. Mesmerized by it, Hunter drove into her over and over again until sweat trickled down his back and Kat’s high-pitched cries rang in his ears. As pressure built at the base of his spine, he realized he was about to race to a finish without enjoying the run. Gritting his teeth, he forced his body under control. He might not be able to control anything else, but he was by God a Marine and he
would
control his body.

His hips slowed, drawing out the strokes, delving into her with focused deliberation, paying attention to the wet glove squeezing around him as he slid home and retreated. Kat’s lips moved silently, words Hunter couldn’t make out. In search of her breathless moans, he found her spread folds and pressed his thumb against her clit. She shuddered and jerked around his cock, gripping his flesh with hers. Determined to control her body as well as his own, even if only in this moment, he kept his release in check while driving her closer and closer to breaking.

She crested the peak sooner, and harder, than he anticipated. The force of her climax milked his cock with strong, relentless contractions. The head-scrambling pleasure of her body praising his wasn’t what made him lose control. No, it was the sound of footfalls that came to a stop outside the bedroom door. He glanced up, his gaze locking with Liam’s. The heat in those pale blue eyes rammed into him like a fist. Kat cried out, a liquid moan that carried his name. His orgasm rolled him under, dragging him deeper than ever before, spasm after spasm of shattering pleasure.

Unable to contain the release, he threw back his head and opened his mouth in a silent scream.

Slowly the soft blankness of orgasm faded, leaving him with a terrifying two-fold sense of satisfaction. Again, Liam’s eyes met his, and with a bittersweet smile, Liam pulled the door closed between them.

Hunter let his eyelids droop and hung his head. He breathed through the slowing of his pulse and Kat’s fading aftershocks, until the sounds of traffic outside were louder than the sounds of their breathing. When a group of Christmas carolers passed by the house, their off-key singing audible even on the second floor, Hunter shook himself and withdrew from Kat’s warm body.

He peeled off the condom, hitched up his jeans and carefully tucked his cock back into his pants before sitting on the edge of the bed, facing away from her. Drained and inexplicably angry, he glared at the dresser.

“Did it even occur to you to say goodbye?” The question came out before Hunter could silence it. He tensed, unsure how he wanted Kat to answer. If he wanted her to answer at all.

After a beat of silence, she said, “When did I have the chance? You were there one day and gone the next.”

He exhaled slowly, unable to answer.

“You just left. God, I was so mad at you for leaving without telling anybody.”

Hunter watched her reflection in the mirror as she pushed up to sit cross-legged near the headboard. She pulled a pillow onto her lap and hugged it to her chest, hiding her nudity.

His blood roared in his ears, momentarily blocking out the cheerful, off-key singing from the street. “You didn’t get my note.”

“What note?”

“The only damned note that ever mattered.” Shoving off the bed, he stared down at her. “You never got it?”

She shook her head, confusion clear on her face.

Shock gave way to anger, and the anger buckled under the rising fury. Now he understood why she’d never given him an answer one way or the other.

Hunter reached the door in two strides, throwing it open. Liam stood at the end of the hall, half turned to face him. He felt Kat hovering beside him, but Liam was his focus now. A decade of anguish, of needs denied, forced its way through the rage. Distantly, he heard himself speak. “You took it, didn’t you?”

Chapter Three

Liam turned to fully face Hunter’s accusation. He didn’t dare look at his wife, couldn’t deal with the betrayal he knew he’d find there. “She deserved more than a Post-it from a man who was too much of a coward to speak his feelings out loud.”

“What note?” Kat stood partially obscured by Hunter’s combat-muscled body but nothing hid the hurt vibrating in her voice.

Before Hunter could say anything to make the situation worse, Liam told her the truth. “The night before he left for basic training, he dropped by, wanted to see you. You were over at Adele’s, so he left you a note.”

“What did it say?” She stepped out from behind Hunter.

“I love you,” Hunter answered. “Come with me.”

“That wasn’t all of it.” Liam reached for Kat but she held up her hand to stop him.

“Don’t, Liam. Not right now.” She looked over her shoulder at Hunter. “What else?”

Liam met Hunter’s eyes over her head. The other man’s jaw worked but he didn’t say anything.

“What
else?
” Kat repeated.

Her calm, focused demeanor worked like ice on Liam’s back. He needed her out of the situation, couldn’t focus with her between them. “Go back into the bedroom and get dressed, Kitty-Kat. This is between me and Hunter.”

“Hunter,” she said.

“You should do what Liam told you to do. Don’t step out of character on my behalf.”

Kat’s breath hitched but instead of filling with tears, her eyes flashed with fury. Liam knew the instant Hunter recognized the emotion, saw the other man tense just before Kat drove her small fist into his stomach. He didn’t so much as rock on his heels, but his dead-serious Marine expression faltered.

“Fuck you.” Kat flexed her hand and glanced back at Liam. “And fuck you, too.”

She shoved past Hunter and slammed the bedroom door behind her. Liam stared at the closed door, exercising all his self-control to keep himself from following her. Neither he nor Hunter spoke, and neither of them missed the choked sound of Kat trying to restrain her sobs as she opened drawers and rammed them home again. After a minute, Liam realized he and Hunter were both breathing hard. He studied Hunter from the corner of his eye, noted that the blank Marine stare was back and focused on him.

Kat jerked the door open before either he or Hunter could say anything. She dashed tears from her cheeks.

“Kat—”

She cut Hunter off with a shake of her head and spoke to Liam. “I’m going out.”

As much as he wanted to stop her, Liam knew his wife. He stepped aside to make a clear path to the stairs. “Let me know where you are when you get there. Please.”

She jogged down the stairs without acknowledging his request. Liam flinched at the sound of the front door rattling in the frame. Hunter didn’t give him time to dwell on the silence Kat left behind.

“Fucking hell, Liam. It’s bad enough you betrayed me, but you betrayed her as well. What the fuck gives you the right to play God?”

“I wasn’t playing God, dammit,” Liam snapped, stung. “I’d never deliberately hurt either of you. You and Kat are it. But you didn’t understand Kat, and you’re still denying who she is. She isn’t the kind of woman who can be happy with one man. You wanted to trap her, cage her. She needs to be free, and your love would have broken her. I wasn’t going to let that happen. I’m still not going to let that happen.”

“It wasn’t your fucking choice, asshole. It was hers, and you took it away from her. It was Kat’s decision, and now you’ll never know what it might have been. She didn’t choose you, she took what was left when I joined the Marines.”

Oh, that sliced right through. At the back of his mind that little doubt had always squirmed around, driving him to bury his own needs and anticipate hers. If he could make her happy enough, it justified his decision. A decision he’d made for both of them. But he wasn’t going down without a fight, because he
had
made the right decision. It would have torn Kat apart to choose between them, and Hunter hadn’t been ready for what they could be together. All of them.

Liam had gambled everything to find out if Hunter was ready now.

Narrowing his eyes, he stabbed a finger into Hunter’s solid chest. “Do you think I don’t know why you ran? Joining the Marines was just as much about reaffirming you are all
man
as it was about getting the hell away from your dad. You didn’t run from your dad. You ran from
me
.”

Hunter staggered back, not from the pressure of Liam’s finger, but from the accusation. Liam could see the shock and denial in his hazel eyes.

After the brief falter, he braced his feet apart and held his ground. “You’re out of your damned mind.”

“You finally looked at me that night. Looked at me and didn’t see your friend or competition for Kat. You saw me. You saw someone you
wanted
.” Liam relentlessly pushed, determined to shove Hunter into acknowledging the attraction between them. He was tired of dancing around it. He’d already risked his marriage to bring Hunter back to them. He’d be damned if he settled for half measures.

Hunter’s beautiful eyes widened, more green showing through, the pupils dilating. He stepped back, and then caught himself. His eyes narrowed to slits. He squared his shoulders, firmed his jaw. Jesus, he was one sexy motherfucker.

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“Yeah? I think I do.” Liam leaned forward, stopping chest to chest with Hunter. “I think you just don’t want to admit that you might enjoy fucking a man. That you might want my dick in your mouth as much as I want yours in mine. Are you
afraid?
”

Hunter’s eyes flickered, a brief flash of some emotion Liam couldn’t read. But he read the hard ridge in Hunter’s pants well enough. He was too close to mistake Hunter’s physical response. He reached between them, cupping Hunter’s heavy erection.

“Your cock likes the idea. Are you enough of a man to admit you want me?”

Hunter was on him before he could take his next breath. Long fingers gripped the sides of Liam’s head and Hunter’s lips crashed down. Triumph and lust flashed through Liam, and his fingers flexed around the bulge in Hunter’s pants.

Hunter’s tongue shoved into Liam’s mouth, rough and demanding. It was fast, brutal, and insanely erotic. Liam moaned in the back of his throat, his arousal exploding through him. He’d never wanted a man as much as he wanted Hunter. He wanted to taste him, to feel him, know him. There wasn’t anything he didn’t want to try with Hunter, and he wanted it
now
.

Hunter ripped his mouth from Liam’s, leaving Liam’s lips swollen and trembling.

They stared at each other for long moments, Liam’s grip tightening along Hunter’s erection.

“You don’t know what I want, Liam.”

He wasn’t going to argue, not when he was so close to his goal. Liam sank to his knees, fumbling with the fly of Hunter’s jeans. He wanted that cock. Watching Kat lick and suck him had been a kind of torture. He’d wanted to taste Hunter as Kat did, wanted to feel his arousal pulse and jerk in his mouth.

Now he had the chance.

Hunter’s cock fell heavily into Liam’s hand.
Yes
.

* * *

What the hell was he doing? Hunter had spent over a decade convincing himself this
wasn’t
what he wanted, that it had been his imagination. This wasn’t imagination: it was so much better.

Liam’s rough fingers dove into his pants, shoving his jeans down to his ankles. His breath was hot over the engorged tip of Hunter’s penis, a damp caress that inflamed already overloaded nerves. Then his mouth was on him, engulfing him in huge, raw gulps.

Liam took him to the root, sucking hard, his cheeks hollowing as he slowly eased back up to the tip. His mouth was harder, stronger than Kat’s. No woman had ever taken him like that, rough and hungry. Hunter ground his teeth together, forcing his hips to stillness. Liam held the suction on his glans, persistent and intense. Hunter shuddered, one hand flattening on Liam’s skull and pushing him down. Willingly, Liam opened his lips and slid down his length again.

Hunter couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of Liam’s strawberry blond head at his crotch, those narrow, masculine lips wrapped around his dick. His balls tightened and he gripped the hair at the back of Liam’s head to stop him.

Hunter pulled his cock free of Liam’s mouth. If he was going to do this, he was going to do everything. “I’m going to fuck you.”

Liam’s blue eyes flared with heat. He fished a condom out of his pocket and held it up between them. Hunter nodded curtly, trying to keep his mind blank, trying not to think about what he was doing. Getting ready to fuck another man’s ass. Trying not to think about how the idea of getting into Liam’s ass made his cock steel-hard.

Hunter tore open the condom packet and Liam reached into his pocket a second time. Hunter barely finished covering himself before Liam flipped open a small bottle and squirted lube onto his palms. Liam grasped the base of Hunter’s cock and leaned in to swallow him again.

His mouth was hot and wet, slicking up the condom. The shine of the wet condom on his cock as he fucked Liam’s face set off explosions deep inside. He was too damned close to coming. What did it say that he’d come twice already in Kat and was so close to embarrassing himself?

“Fuck. Get off me, Liam.”

Liam worked both fists from base to tip, covering his dick with shiny lube, before dropping his hands to unfasten his pants. “Gotta get you good and wet to get in me.”

Hunter grunted, unable to formulate a response, but he was done waiting.

Grabbing Liam’s shoulder, he spun the leaner man around on his knees until he faced the other direction. Liam made a small noise, but didn’t do anything to stop him.

Hunter pressed between Liam’s shoulder blades, pushing him down onto hands and knees, arching his back. The sight of the narrow, muscled curve of his pale buttocks struck Hunter, tightening the vise of lust gripping his dick.

He sank down behind Liam, kneeing his legs apart and pushing Liam down to his elbows. The quiet, accepting grunt from Liam did nothing to soothe his hunger. Too long had he denied this part of his sexuality. The part that wanted the flat, muscled planes of a male body, the part that urged him to reach around and grab Liam’s dick just to feel it in his hand.

He ignored that urge, instead using his hands to spread Liam’s ass cheeks and expose the small, tight opening there. The bottle Liam had dropped caught Hunter’s eye. He held himself at bay long enough to grab the lube and squeeze a slippery line into Liam’s crease before he guided the flaring tip of his erection into place.

Liam gasped at the pressure, thrilling Hunter’s system. If it was this good now, what would it be like once he got inside Liam’s ass?

“Tell me if I hurt you.”

Liam gave a choked laugh. “Jesus, Hunter. You aren’t going to hurt me.”

But he could. Hunter knew instinctively that he could hurt Liam, and not just physically. He knew this man even though a decade separated them. Hunter’s body had been trained for war, trained to kill, and he’d spent the same time training his mind to ignore the feelings he had for this man, for this man’s wife. Jesus, he was one fucked-up Marine.

Shaking his head to dislodge the unwelcome thoughts, he focused on the incredible feel of Liam’s hard, lean body under him. He was going to regret this tomorrow, but he couldn’t force himself to care tonight.

He ran his hands over Liam’s flanks, digging his nails in just a little bit. Liam shuddered under him, and Hunter felt it right up the length of his cock and into his balls.

Slowly, he pushed forward. Liam opened around him, a smooth, tight constriction that rivaled the sucking of Liam’s mouth. The hard slap of pleasure sang up his body.

Hunter froze, just the head of his cock breaching Liam’s body. Holy fuck. How could he have known it would feel so good?

Every move generated new, incredible sensations. The squeezing pressure, the smooth muscles, every inch he pushed forward swamped his pleasure centers.

Liam’s muffled grunts only added to Hunter’s excitement. Liam squirmed, trying to work Hunter’s cock deeper.

“Stop wiggling.”

Liam moaned. “Can’t. God. Go deeper. Go all the way.”

“Shut up,” Hunter ordered. Sweat dripped down his face with the effort to go slow.

Instead of being quiet, Liam got louder. He shifted so he could palm his erection, tipping Hunter off balance and pushing his cock in to the root. Intense pleasure fired all the way through to the base of his spine.

Liam moaned under him, a sound so viscerally sexual Hunter bit his lip to contain an answering groan. It suddenly seemed imperative that Hunter not make a sound. He might have his dick lodged in Liam’s ass, but he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much it affected him.

Hunter readjusted his grip and changed his angle, withdrawing as slowly as he’d entered. This was new territory to him, and he concentrated on the scrape and pull of every movement. Out, all the way to the tip, then back in again. A slow, exploratory slide that drew his nerves taut and tightened his muscles to the point of agony. Fuck.

Hunter’s concentration focused, everything narrowing down to sensory inputs. The burning friction of the carpet against his knees blended with the cool firmness of Liam’s buttocks pressed against his hips. The sound of Liam’s pleasure filled his head. The lights from the holiday display outside threw colored shadows into the hall, painting the smooth skin of Liam’s back like stained glass.

The primal beauty of the moment slammed into him and he froze. His pounding heart stuttered in its rhythm and his breath whooshed out as if he’d been kicked in the solar plexus.

“Hunter!” Liam’s voice snapped him back. He couldn’t deal with that shit now. Right now...right now he needed to move. His dick demanded his attention, the squeezing pressure along his shaft more of a turn-on than he would have believed possible.

Determined not to think, Hunter pulled back, then slammed forward, all the way home. The impact shuddered through both of them, a deep concussive blow that seemed to grab Hunter by the balls and squeeze. Hunter’s involuntary grunt was drowned out by Liam’s cry of pleasure.