Menage on 34th Street (9 page)

“Yeah.” Hunter wasn’t sure he could manage more than single syllables. His brain seemed to have shut down completely. But he wanted to kiss Kat, wanted to taste Liam on her tongue. A fist of heat punched through him. God, he wanted to taste Liam’s seed on her tongue. He wanted... Christ. What didn’t he want?

Liam released his wife, turning her into Hunter’s waiting arms. The move seemed natural, and the very ease of it squeezed something in Hunter’s chest. Maybe. Just maybe.

Then he pressed his lips to Kat’s and lost the thread of thought. She tasted like sunlight and...Liam. Only faintly, but it was there. It made him wild, and he took her mouth faster and deeper than he’d intended. The urgency came from nowhere and overwhelmed his defenses. It didn’t help that Kat responded totally. Her tongue met his and his hands couldn’t find enough to do.

He slicked his palms down her back, fingertips tracing her spine. She shuddered against him and he pulled her in closer, rubbing his chest against hers. God. He could feel the little points of her nipples, the one still damp from Liam’s mouth.

His cock was pinned between them, the underside pressed into the soft curve of her belly and his balls resting against the delta of her thighs. Fucking hell. He wanted in her. Couldn’t get inside her often enough.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling enough for him to get the message. He shifted his grip to her ass and lifted so she could wrap her legs around his hips.

When his knees bumped the mattress, he lowered her onto the covers. As soon as her back made contact, he moved down her body, capturing the same nipple that Liam had recently tormented.

Kat arched under him, another of those sexy whimpers strumming along his nerves.

He jolted at the touch to his back. Liam’s hand settled at the base of his spine, warm and heavy. It felt...good. Different, more solid than a female hand. The heavier pressure pushed his hips down so his cock ground against Kat’s thigh.

A damp kiss at his shoulder blade caught his attention and he wrenched his mouth from Kat’s breast, gasping. “Jesus, Liam, are you just fucking around back there or what?”

Liam laughed. “What do you want me to do?”

“Are you naked yet?”

“No.”

“Drop the towel. Then get up here. I want to see you both.”

He couldn’t believe the words coming from his mouth. Where the hell had the doubts gone?

Kat evidently had the same thought, since she stared at him as if he’d grown a second head. “Damn, Hunter. You do go zero to sixty in a hurry.”

He shrugged. “Are you complaining?”

She shook her head vehemently. “No, definitely not.”

Liam bounced onto the bed next to his wife. “No complaining here, either.” He dipped his head to give Kat a quick kiss.

Hunter pushed up, taking in both of them. Liam’s pale skin was interrupted by a few freckles, and his chest hair was light enough to nearly disappear in the lamp light. A narrow trail of darker hair bisected his torso, leading down to the copper thatch framing his stiff cock.

The urge to wrap his hand around Liam’s dick didn’t surprise him anymore. It was still a little uncomfortable, but what the hell. He reached out and did it.

Liam grunted, and Hunter felt the satisfaction of that low in his gut. He squeezed, testing. The silky slide of skin over hardness was manifestly different from anything he’d felt before. It wasn’t like holding his own cock. The angle was different, the feel was different and it was an indirect sort of pleasure. Not bad, kind of exciting.

He pumped his hand up Liam’s shaft, exploring. He watched with fixed attention as Liam jerked in his hand, his breath hissing between his teeth. Kat’s breathing hitched, then sped. Evidently she liked it, too.

Hunter wouldn’t call it beautiful, but the sight of his fingers wrapped around Liam was compelling. And making Liam respond was its own turn-on. He swiped his thumb over the head just to see what Liam would do.

Liam’s hips bucked, a silent request for more. Something clenched low in Hunter’s gut and his mouth went dry. Christ.

“What do you want me to do, Kat?” He was surprised he could speak.

Kat pushed up to her elbows, distracting him. Without removing his hand from Liam, he switched his gaze to Kat’s chest. Such beautiful breasts. He’d do a lot to be able to look at those breasts every day.

“I... Whatever you want to do.”

Hunter shook his head. Now was no time for her to be indecisive. He needed to know what he had to do to pass this test. Then he remembered what she said earlier. One thing would do it. But he wasn’t quite ready for that.

He released Liam and stood up. He was gratified when both of them stared hungrily. If the hours of workouts made them greedy, he was happy with that.

He ran a hand down his abs, enjoying the way both of them tracked his movement with their eyes. When he reached the base of his cock, he gripped it, and Liam licked his lips. Yeah.

Hunter had a sudden realization. While Kat might be driving the emotional train, linking the three of them together, he was the one in charge of sex. Even when Liam had pushed him over the edge last night, it had been Hunter’s desires that had determined what happened. They wanted him to control the action.

His balls tightened and his dick hardened to the point of pain. Christ that just worked for him.

“Liam.”

Liam didn’t move his gaze from where Hunter held himself. “Yeah?”

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” Hunter ordered. He wanted to see what was going on in Liam’s face.

Slowly, Liam dragged his gaze up Hunter’s body. His eyes were glazed, arousal dropping his lids to half-mast.

“Over here. On your knees.”

Heat flared in Liam’s bright blue eyes and he wasted no time sliding from the bed onto his knees in front of Hunter.

Kat sat up, distracting him again. Arousal and a kind of dazed amazement made her eyes seem huge in her face. Oh, yeah. This worked for her.

Liam knelt in front of Hunter, waiting. Hunter frowned. “Kat, give him a pillow.”

Her movements were jerky, uncoordinated as she complied. The movement twisted her body, spread her out across the bed, and gave him a quick peek at her pussy. His dick throbbed in his hand. He wanted more than that.

Liam tucked the pillow under his knees. The anticipation and desire on his face ratcheted up Hunter’s own arousal. If he wasn’t careful, he wouldn’t last. He shook his head at himself. He’d last. He’d fucking well make himself last.

Hunter let go of himself and cupped Liam’s chin, forcing eye contact. “Suck me. Make it good.”

Liam nodded in his hand, and Hunter released him. Kat made a low noise of arousal, halfway between a whimper and a moan. Sexy as hell.

Then Liam’s mouth closed over his aching dick and everything else became unimportant.

Chapter Eight

She’d never seen anything as sexy, as insanely erotic, as her husband sucking Hunter’s cock. She felt like she’d waited her entire life for just this moment. Her skin flushed with the heat of her arousal. Restless, she shifted on the bed, mesmerized by the way Hunter’s abs clenched and rippled, by the way Liam’s cheeks hollowed as he dragged his mouth up the rigid length of Hunter’s erection.

Her lungs refused to work correctly, but that didn’t seem to matter. Nothing seemed to matter except the slow, wet movements of Liam’s mouth.

She’d always gotten off watching Liam with other men. Something about the meshing of two healthy male bodies made her hot. But this was way beyond that. This was bonding in a way that she had never imagined.

Hunter’s body was nothing short of amazing. Muscled shoulders and corded arms framed the flat planes of his pecs and the ridged beauty of his abs. It took work to forge a body like that, and the scars only served to emphasize that work. Kat felt an unaccustomed rush of jealousy at the thought of other women looking at him like this.

No. No other woman had ever seen him like this. Heat filled her, flooding her pussy and making her shudder.

No other woman had ever seen him standing tall and strong with his dick in another man’s mouth. That was hers. All hers.

Hunter put his hands on Liam’s head, guiding his movements. It was too much. She slid her hand between her legs and pushed two fingers inside. Using shallow strokes, she picked up the rhythm of Liam’s sucking. Heat exploded, and she couldn’t hold back her gasping moan.

Hunter’s head jerked up, and his eyes zeroed in on her hand. His nostrils flared and he shuddered hard. “Open your legs. Let me see.”

His voice was a barely understandable growl. Kat shivered. Nothing had ever been so hot. She’d never felt so sexy. She slowly parted her thighs, letting him see her hand on her sex.

“Christ.” Hunter pulled free of Liam’s sucking mouth with a wet popping noise. He hooked a finger under Liam’s jaw and urged him up. Kat scrambled back, mouth watering with anticipation, as Hunter pushed Liam onto the bed.

Remembering Hunter was in unfamiliar territory, she reached into Liam’s nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom and some lube. Hunter tore the condom open and had it rolled on in seconds. He crowded against Liam on the bed, pushing his legs up to get access.

Alarmed at Hunter’s speed, Kat moved quickly to lay a hand on Hunter’s belly, intent on slowing him down. But once she touched him, she forgot her concern for Liam. The heat and hardness of him jolted through her. The flat plane between his abs and his cock tempted her to explore with her tongue.

When Kat leaned in, Hunter grabbed a fistful of hair and held her off. The slight tug on her scalp wasn’t painful. It was mind-numbingly erotic.

“Not now, Kat,” he gritted. “You wanted me to fuck Liam, and that’s what I’m going to do. If you want to help, get him ready.”

Another spike of heat hammered home. Hunter released her hair and she reached over Liam’s body. Wanting contact, she brushed her breasts over his belly, sucking in a breath at the friction. Liam grunted and Hunter made a noise low in his throat.

She flipped the top on the lube and went to work. Work was the wrong word. As she swiveled her fingers around Liam’s ass, his response fed her own hunger. She slid her fingers inside, preparing him for Hunter. Liam’s cock was hard enough that it barely bounced even when his hips twisted, grinding his ass onto her exploring fingers.

“Fucking hell,” Hunter breathed in her ear.

She turned her head away from Liam to look at Hunter. His gaze was riveted to where her fingers breached Liam, and his hand was on his cock, pumping in time with her strokes.

Satisfaction swelled inside her, turning the arousal into a trippy cocktail of power and pleasure. Two men responding to her, two men hard and wanting. It hit every one of her hot buttons.

Before she could exploit her advantage, Hunter clamped a hand around her wrist. The manacle of his fingers set off an entirely different set of nerve endings. She gasped and he tightened his grip. Oh,
God
. Her hand went limp in his grip, fingers lax in the heat of Liam’s body.

Hunter’s gaze locked with hers and slowly, inexorably, he pulled her fingers free. Liam cursed and clamped down, but Hunter was having none of that. He released her wrist and gently pushed her back onto the bed.

“My turn.”

* * *

They were trying to kill him. There was no other explanation for the way they were tormenting him. Liam gripped the base of his cock, desperate to hold back the building orgasm. He didn’t want to come yet.

Kat’s fingers slid free and the cool air of the bedroom washed over his lubed-up ass. It was replaced immediately by the blunt press of Hunter’s dick. He opened his eyes, wanting to see Hunter over him. He’d missed this last night when Hunter had taken him from behind.

Hunter’s head was bent, eyes focused on the point where the head of his penis met the entrance to Liam’s body. The look of intense concentration heated Liam’s blood further, and he felt every heartbeat in the head of his own cock.

“Do it,” Liam demanded.

Hunter’s fingers tightened on his thigh. His other hand went to the root of his erection to steady it. His head lifted and he pinned Liam with glittering hazel eyes.

“You don’t tell me what to do. You’ll take what I give you or you take nothing at all. Clear?”

Holy hell. The steely authority in Hunter’s voice ran through him like lava. When Hunter bumped forward, compressing the sensitive nerves, his vision went gray. His brain shut down completely and he just didn’t care. Liam squeezed to the point of pain, trying to clear the fog.

“Are we clear?” Hunter demanded.

Clear on what? Jesus, he couldn’t think. “Yes,” he gasped.

Hunter pushed in, just enough to stretch his ass, just enough to make him choke on a moan.

“Yes, what?”

What did Hunter want him to say? What would get Liam the press and slide and God damned
fucking
he wanted?

Suddenly he knew, and the knowledge very nearly caused him to blow. Only his viselike grip on himself stopped the orgasm.

Panting, he forced out the words. “Yes,
sir
.”

Kat made a strangled noise beside him, but Liam couldn’t pull his gaze from Hunter’s eyes, which dilated with triumph and hunger.

Flags of color rode high on Hunter’s cheekbones. Sweat sheened his forehead and ran down the side of his face. Liam didn’t think he’d ever seen a sexier man. His heart stuttered, faltered. The world fell away for one eternal moment and everything shifted.

Nostrils flaring, Hunter pushed forward in one long, steady thrust until his balls pressed against Liam’s ass cheeks.

Liam gasped, and his heart leaped back to life. Face to face with Hunter like this was like dying and being born in the space of a heartbeat. The only other time he’d felt anything similar had been the first time with Kat. The parallel terrified him. It was one thing to want Hunter. But this was something else. This was need. Shit.

The world snapped back into place when Hunter began to pump with measured, steady strokes. Every thrust stoked Liam’s internal hot spot. Every thrust shocked their bodies together in a way that jolted his balls and sent tremors through his cock. There was no way he was going to last. “I’m going to come.”

Hunter bared his teeth and drew back until only the flared head of his cock remained inside Liam. “Not yet, you’re not. Kat, get over here and show us just how much you love this.”

Her breath hitched and the bed dipped when she folded over onto her hands and knees. Her breasts swayed as she crawled toward Hunter. Clamping his back teeth together, Liam shoved his head back against the mattress and stared at the ceiling. Whatever Kat was going to do, he couldn’t watch. No way could Liam hold out the way Hunter wanted once his lovers came together above him.

But Kat didn’t touch him.

“I love
you
,” she said, clear and simple. Arousal turned her voice smoky but these weren’t words spoken out of desire. They were from the heart, and they drew Liam’s gaze.

He lifted his head in time to see Kat pull out of a kiss. She left Hunter with a stunned expression that quickly darkened to a need Liam knew wouldn’t be denied.

“And I love you too.” She dropped a kiss on Liam’s stomach and wrapped her hand around his quivering dick. “
This
is just a really, really hot bonus.”

Hunter’s breath escaped in a rush and as Kat’s fingers tightened around Liam’s cock, Hunter surged forward. He filled Liam until there was no room left, and when Hunter covered Kat’s smaller hand and pumped, guiding her touch, Liam’s pleasure centers burst wide open.

Kat swooped to catch his release on her tongue, which elicited a sound from Hunter that was halfway between a groan and a curse. Seconds later, Hunter’s cock jerked and he froze between Liam’s legs. Hunter peaked with a hoarse shout.

When Liam regained enough sense to account for his surroundings, he realized Kat still knelt beside him. Hunter hadn’t moved, either, except to slip free of Liam’s body and peel off the condom. Liam felt pretty damned close to spent, but he reached for Kat anyway. “Come here, lovely assistant. You deserve a reward.”

Hunter finally moved, but only to collapse on Kat’s other side. Before Kat could respond, Hunter tugged her down between him and Liam and rubbed his face in the hollow of her neck. “A slow, deep reward,” he agreed.

“I choose sleep.” She searched across Liam’s stomach until she found his hand and slid her fingers between his. “Just like this.”

“Think we wore her out?” Hunter asked.

Liam rolled onto his side and fit himself to Kat’s warm curves. Her eyes were already closed. A small smile softened her mouth. Ducking his head, he kissed her.

“I think we’d better take her cue. No doubt she’ll put us through our paces again tomorrow.”

Hunter responded by reaching around to turn off the lamp beside the bed, but not before Liam saw that Hunter’s smile matched Kat’s.

* * *

She woke in the early morning dark, sandwiched between two hard, warm bodies. As the memories of the evening before sliced away the sleep fog, she realized she’d rolled in her sleep. Her nose was up against Hunter’s chest but she cradled Liam’s hand between her breasts. Perfect.

“Merry Christmas,” she whispered.

Hunter’s sleep-raspy voice answered her. “Merry Christmas to you, too.”

Liam’s fingers flexed around hers and his cock stiffened against her lower back as he started to wake, too.

“Santa left a present for you,” Liam mumbled. He released her hand and cupped her breast, using the soft mound to anchor her against him.

Still tender from the night before, Kat sat up and climbed over Hunter. He tried to catch her but, with a puff of laughter, she evaded his roaming hands. “No way. I need a recovery period. At the very least, recovery calories.”

Not bothering with a lamp because the Christmas lights outside still blazed bright, she grabbed her robe from where it had fallen the night before. As she slid her arms into the sleeves, she turned and smiled at the two men tangled together on her bed. Hunter’s hand rested possessively on Liam’s stomach, a gesture Kat wasn’t sure he’d consciously performed.

“And you two might be high on your man endorphin hangover right now but in about half an hour when you crash, you’ll thank me for having the sense to get the coffee going.”

“We could produce another round of endorphins.” Liam stretched lazily and Hunter’s hand slid down to fondle his cock.

Her pulse kicked up but she resolutely belted her robe. She wasn’t kidding when she said she needed to recover. Her body ached in good places, but it still ached. She deliberately backed away.

“You two produce whatever you want. I’m going downstairs.” Instead of venturing within range of greedy hands, she blew a kiss to both men.

Smiling, she stepped out into the hall. The Christmas tree lights guided her down the stairs. Kat spent a few minutes tidying the living room and listening to the low notes of masculine voices above. When talking gave way to a grunt and the creak of the bed frame, she sat on the sofa with her legs curled under her and closed her eyes to listen to the sounds of her men loving one another. The barista had been right. Christmas was a time to be with those you loved.

She would have ignored her body’s objections and stayed with them, but deep down she knew Liam and Hunter needed time alone. Despite Liam’s confessions and Hunter’s concessions, the three of them stood on shaky ground. Liam was who he was—a man who needed control over his life. He’d promised to back off but his control issues were deeply ingrained, practically bred into him. Hunter, on the other hand, was in control down to his marrow. He didn’t have a power struggle to fight because in his mind, the question of who was on top had only one answer—him.

The pair of them would work it out, but the best thing she could do to facilitate matters was remove herself from the middle...but only some of the time. She pressed her thighs together, relishing the warm flush of arousal stirred up by Liam’s needful groan. The rest of the time, she would enjoy the hell out of claiming her place with them.

Before she could succumb to the urge to return to bed, she rose and went into the kitchen to start coffee and put her famous rum-glazed cinnamon rolls in the oven. The shower started as she finished gathering last night’s neglected dishes. Kat closed the dishwasher without starting the cycle and turned to find Hunter watching her from the doorway.

He wore his jeans low on his hips and hadn’t pulled on a shirt. Her mouth went dry and her fingertips tingled with the need to rediscover the texture of the dark hair dusting all those hard muscles. Clearing her throat, she exercised some impulse control and tucked her hands into the pockets of her robe.

“You didn’t have to get out of bed. We do a pretty lazy Christmas morning.”

“I’m an early riser even on weekends and holidays.” He looked around the kitchen but didn’t move from his position. “You like sunflowers, huh?”