MisplacedLessons (11 page)

Tom’s hands drift lower, moving to the back once more as his
fingers worked to lower the zipper on her leather skirt. Then he tugged the
tight material over her hips. Amy kicked it off when it hit the floor. She was
completely naked except for her G-string and heels.

Tom’s hands ran over her bare buttocks. When his fingers
traced the thin strap of her G-string along her slit and discovering her
secret, he groaned. “Jesus, Andrew. What the fuck?”

His amazed tone distracted Andrew, who released her lips.
She winked at him and he grinned. “So basically you only followed one of my
instructions for tonight.”

She shrugged. “Yep. But I figured it was the one that really
mattered.”

Tom stopped touching her, so she glanced over her shoulder.
He was giving Andrew an odd look. “She disobeyed you by coming here. Should we
punish her?”

Andrew shook his head quickly. “No. I’ll take care of the
punishment later.”

Tom frowned. “But—”

“I said I’d handle it, Tom.”

Confusion filled Tom’s eyes, but he dropped the subject.
“Why don’t we move this party to the bed?”

Amy swallowed heavily. Bloody hell. She was really going to
do this, wasn’t she? She kept waiting for panic to set in, but her damn libido
had kicked that emotion to the curb. She led the way to the bed, soaking up the
sound of both men chuckling behind her.

“Anxious, Amy?” Andrew asked.

She threw him a sexy grin over her shoulder. “Very. So hurry
up.”

Tom scowled but Andrew didn’t take offense at her haughty
demand. Instead, he walked over and placed a none-too-gentle smack on her arse.
“Behave, wildcat.”

She closed her eyes, trying to think of something else saucy
to say to get him to spank the other cheek.

Before she could come up with a witty reply, Andrew’s hand
pressed on her shoulder. “Bend over. Let’s get that plug out of you, so we can
fill you up with something a bit warmer. Like me.”

She let Andrew push her forward until her elbows hit the
mattress. Then he tapped on her inner ankles, indicating he wanted her to
spread her legs. She complied as both men stepped behind her. Her body grew
warm as she considered exactly what she was displaying.

“God fucking dammit,” Tom muttered. “What an ass.”

She giggled, the sound provoked by equal portions of nerves
and delight. She’d never felt sexy back home. She’d grown up with most of the
available men on the station. As a result, they didn’t seem able to look beyond
the little girl she’d been to notice the woman she’d become.

Andrew’s hand stroked her arse before pulling her G-string
aside and grasping the end of the plug. He slowly pulled it out as Amy fought
not to squirm with pleasure. He was going to take her there. She sucked in a
deep breath, trying to calm down, her patience ebbing. She wanted him now.

A
thunk
behind her told her Andrew had dropped the
plug to the floor. Maybe she wasn’t the only one struggling to go slowly.

“Get undressed and get on the bed, Tom. On your back.” As
Andrew directed the other man, Andrew helped her stand with a steadying hand on
her arm. Tom began to disrobe and Amy became aware of who the more dominant Dom
in the room was. Andrew was going to call the shots and, given Tom’s quick
response, he would be obeyed.

At least by Tom.

She tried not to laugh at the thought.

“That’s not a look I trust,” Andrew whispered, noticing her
humor.

“That’s because you’re smart.” She turned her attention back
to Tom as her mirth dissipated. Bloody hell. The cameraman was built. His
clothing had been too baggy to fully display the muscles the man was packing.
He’d be hell on the rugby field.

Once Tom was naked, he lay down on the mattress, his hard
cock betraying his own enthusiasm for their play.

“Now you.” Andrew tugged her G-string down. “Kick off your
shoes.”

She toed off the heels, instantly missing the three extra
inches of height. Andrew suddenly loomed over her again. While she liked
feeling petite next to him, there was definitely some power in being taller.

Andrew kissed the top of her head. “Crawl onto the bed. Get
on your hands and knees, over Tom’s body.”

She reacted quickly, not giving herself time to consider her
compliance. Tom reached for her breasts as she climbed over him, his palms
cupping the fleshy mounds.

“You’re beautiful, Amy.”

Tom’s kind words washed away the last trace of doubt.
Tonight would be yet another memory of the greatest trip of her life. Another
image she could pull out to dream about when life at Farpoint became routine,
dreary or unbearable.

The mattress sank as Andrew joined them. It was only then
that Amy realized he’d shed his clothing as well. His hand stroked her arse.

“Amy—” he started.

“I’m not saying the word, Andrew. Promise.” She cut him off,
knowing he was offering her one more out. She wasn’t taking it. If she walked
away from these men and their sexy, amazing offer now, she’d regret it for the
rest of her life. She wasn’t interested in regrets.

Andrew reached toward the nightstand, retrieving a new tube
of lubrication and two condoms. “You can still say the word, Amy. Anytime. Just
remember that.”

She nodded, then gasped when he pressed the nozzle of the lube
into her arse and squeezed. She was still slick from the lubrication she’d used
on the plug, but she appreciated Andrew’s thoughtfulness. She was new to this
and he was going out of his way to make sure she didn’t experience too much
pain.

He worked the sticky gel inside her with one finger, and
then two. The pressure felt good, made her hot. She pushed against his thrusts,
trying to drive him deeper. His free hand gripped her hip firmly. “Don’t move,
Amy. I know you don’t like to take orders, but you will obey me on this. We’re
doing this at my pace. Not yours. If you can’t follow that command, I’ll turn
you over my knee until you understand exactly who’s in charge here.”

Bloody hell. Andrew’s deep tone, his darkly sensual threat
sent shivers through her body. Maybe she was more submissive than she realized
because at that moment, she suspected she’d kiss his feet if he demanded she do
so.

“Yes Sir,” she whispered.

Tom grinned at her reply, his expression one of surprise and
humor. He seemed to understand the words didn’t come naturally to her, but he
clearly appreciated her attempt. “Come here, Amy.”

Tom’s hands engulfed her waist, pulling her down until the
head of his cock nudged at her entrance.

“Forgetting something, Danner?”

Tom grimaced. “Fuck. Yeah.” He held his hand out as Andrew
dropped a condom into it. Amy giggled when he tore the package open with his
teeth then donned the thing in record time.

“Get back here.” Tom pulled her in place over his cock. As
he guided her hips, she slowly lowered herself onto his wide girth. He wasn’t
quite as large as Andrew, but he had enough to hit her hot spots.

Amy gasped. She was having sex with a stranger. Again.

Once Tom was fully seated, his grip tightened and he held
her still. She started to protest his firm hold, wanting more friction, more
movement, but Andrew’s hand caressed her arse and she froze.

Moment of truth.

She heard the second condom wrapper open mere seconds before
she felt Andrew’s cock nudging at the tight opening of her anus. She closed her
eyes and held her breath.

“Breathe,” Tom coaxed. “And try to relax.”

Easier said than done. Andrew was much larger than the plug.
Stretched arsehole or not, this was going to hurt.

“Okay, Amy?” Andrew asked.

The compassion in his voice instantly relaxed her. This was
Andrew. He would take care of her. She let the magic of the moment sweep her
away. “Yes.”

Andrew slowly pressed in, stopping several times to give her
a chance to adjust, to accept this new erotic invasion.

Finally, the last inch found its way home. None of them
moved. Instead, they savored the sensations of being so closely connected—bound
by flesh and sweat and passion.

Andrew was the first to break the silence. “Jesus,” he
muttered. “Amy.”

Her heart beat faster at the sound of her name, spoken in
hushed tones. Bloody hell, she’d never felt so cherished, so adored. This was
bad. Just a few days in and she was falling hard for Andrew Shaw. Really hard.

Tom began to thrust his hips, the shallow movement rocking
her to the core. “Holy God,” she whispered.

Tom stopped.

She shook her head. “No. Keep going. Please.”

Andrew’s hand caressed her arse gently, then he gripped her
hips and took her at her word. She’d never experienced anything so intense or
overwhelming. Every sense in her body was on full alert as tingles raced along
her spine. Both men murmured sexy words as they stroked her sensitive skin.
Sweat rolled down her cheek as the temperature in the room spiked. It felt as
if she were immersed in the center of a volcano, caught in a swirling vortex of
heat, pain, pleasure.

Tom cupped her breasts, kneading her heavy flesh as Andrew
grasped her hips, using his hands to drive her motions. And his. And Tom’s. He
was in control of them all, directing the symphony until thunder roared in her
ears and she screamed out her release.

Tom followed her next, his deep voice groaning as he came
inside her. Andrew was the last to be consumed. He leaned over her back,
kissing her shoulder and the nape of her neck as he whispered her name, again
and again.

“Bloody hell,” she said at last as both men chucked
exhaustedly.

Andrew pulled out carefully, then collapsed onto the
mattress by their side. She lay boneless atop Tom’s body, unable to move. They
were all breathing heavily, Tom’s heart beating out a rapid rhythm in her ear.

Amy’s eyes drifted open, closed, then open again. She was
sluggish, replete, exhausted.

Tom’s hand cupped her jaw and he lifted her face. “You were
incredible, Amy.”

She froze when she realized he was leaning closer to kiss
her. It was silly to hesitate, considering his flaccid penis was still inside
her. Regardless, it was Andrew’s kisses she craved.

Tom was a mere inch from her when Andrew’s deep voice cut
the silence. “Wait.”

Tom paused, glancing over at Andrew.

Slowly, Andrew sat up and reached for her. She pushed
herself up as well.

“Come here, Amy,” Andrew beckoned.

She let him take her into his arms, wrapping her tight in
his powerful embrace. “Thank you for keeping an eye on her until I could get
here, Tom.”

Tom’s gaze narrowed. “That sounds like a dismissal.”

Andrew lifted one shoulder. Amy watched the two friends with
fascination, listening to the words that weren’t being spoken. Andrew didn’t
want Tom to kiss her. She tried not to let that idea sink in too deeply. She
was already having trouble with her heart. This romantic gesture wasn’t going
to help.

“I’m sorry. I just…” Andrew’s words faded, but neither she
nor Tom needed to hear the rest.

Tom grinned. “Gotcha.” He placed a soft kiss on Amy’s cheek.
“Thanks for a wonderful evening.”

She laughed. Talk about an understatement. She’d never had a
night like this and couldn’t for the life of her figure out a way she could
ever top it. “Ta muchly, Tom.”

He dressed, his gaze returning to the two of them sitting in
each other’s arms. Andrew hadn’t moved to kiss her or cover her up. In fact,
the poor lad was looking a bit shell-shocked. It was awesome.

As Tom walked to the door, he turned and gave them a quick
nod. Then he said, “It’s about time,” and left.

Andrew released a long breath. She wanted to call him out,
to question why he’d sent Tom away. She didn’t get a chance.

Andrew told her everything she needed to know with his kiss.
He gripped her cheeks between his hands, placed his lips on hers and the world
brightened with crystal-clear focus.

Her bloody heart gave up the fight. It surrendered a very
large part to Andrew Shaw and it was pointless to try to hold on to it.

Chapter Six

Andrew heard the mail fall through the slot in the front
door. Rising from the couch, he walked to the foyer to retrieve it. Amy
stretched out on the cushions, looking relaxed, happy. Last night’s trip to
Velvet Chains had opened his eyes to some fairly hard truths.

While he didn’t mind sharing Amy with Tom, he’d never repeat
the experience. In the past, he’d preferred the threesomes of the club,
allowing Tom to do the lion’s share of coddling and cuddling as he directed the
sex play. Tom had handled the emotional side of sex, complimenting their
partners, putting them at ease with friendly comment and kisses.

Andrew had never taken that role, happy to remain detached
while getting his rocks off. Last night, the roles had been reversed. He had
seen the look of surprise on Tom’s face when Andrew pulled Amy away from him.
Tom would no doubt be calling at some point to question him at length about who
exactly Amy was and what she meant to him.

Problem was Andrew didn’t have any goddamn answers. Not a
single fucking one. His heart was engaged, but it didn’t matter. He’d received
an email that morning, informing him of a meeting in Los Angeles he’d have to
attend the following afternoon. He was going back to work and Amy was going
home next week. So that was it. Game over. End of story.

Bending over, he picked up the mail, flipping through the
junk and bills. Then he spotted a plain white envelope with just Amy’s name on
it, written in Harper’s handwriting. Curious, Andrew opened the door and
glanced down the street, wondering where the letter had come from. He spotted
Mrs. Haskiell, the elderly lady across the street, walking back into her house.
Harper often looked in on the older lady, who had recently been widowed. Had
she delivered the letter?

He dumped the rest of the mail in the basket by the door and
carried Amy’s letter back to the living room.

“There’s something here for you. From Harper.”

Amy brightened and sat up. “For me? Really? Cool.” She took
the envelope, tore it open and pulled out what appeared to be two tickets. Then
she started laughing.

“What is it?”

Amy flashed the baseball tickets at him. “I think this is my
surprise from Harper. We got into a fight once over which sport was
better—cricket or baseball. Apparently your sister decided I need to experience
the sport firsthand in order to make an educated decision.”

Andrew grinned as he recalled the final two texts he’d sent
to Harper last night. He’d been bored out of his mind at dinner with the
advertisers and thinking nonstop about his lovely Aussie houseguest. Without
Harper’s uncharacteristic impulsiveness, he never would have met Amy, so he’d
thrown a dog a bone and written Harper back, giving in—as much as he could.
Fine.
Have it your way. I won’t keep hassling you about where you are. But I won’t
stop worrying. I can’t. It’s what I do, right?

He was annoyed as hell at Harper for taking off without
telling him, but he had to appreciate the fact she’d brought Amy into his life.
Even so, he’d decided to tweak his sister and get a bit of revenge, so he’d
texted her one last line.
Just remember when you get home, YOU told me to be
nice to Amy.

Harper could make what she wanted of that. Then his brain
engaged and he frowned. “She sent you two tickets?”

Amy nodded. “Weird, right? I’ll have to text her to see if
she had someone specific in mind for me to go with. Maybe she’s setting me up
on a blind date.”

Andrew scowled. “Doesn’t matter if she is. You’re going to
that game with me.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. They’re my tickets. I can go with anybody
I want to.”

He tugged on her ankle, pulling her beneath him on the
couch, enjoying her teasing. “Give me the ticket, Amy.”

“What will you give me in return?”

“What do you want?” At that moment, there was very little he
wouldn’t offer his sexy little Aussie.

“Another lesson? More drilling?”

He laughed. “Drilling sounds good.” He leaned closer and
kissed her. He’d never been much for kissing, but there was something
irresistible about Amy’s lips, the way she played with the hair at the nape of
his neck and her quiet murmurs. She approached the act the way she did most
things—she dove in headfirst with boundless enthusiasm and energy.

She was a breath of fresh air after months of sucking in
nothing but pollution. It was going to be hell saying goodbye to her tomorrow.

He pushed the thought away. They still had today and he was
going to make it count.

Amy lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist,
pressing her pussy against his erection. Both of them had donned lightweight
sweatpants and t-shirts this morning. Going for comfort as they’d elected to
enjoy a lazy day at home.

Now it looked like they were going to spend the afternoon at
a ballgame. As much as he’d love to drag out this sexual escapade, they’d have
to settle for a quickie with the promise of more, later tonight.

“You sore?” He was concerned about her after their adventure
in the club. Neither he nor Tom had held back, both of them losing themselves
inside Amy’s sweet body.

She shook her head. “I feel incredible. Last night was…” She
paused and he wondered what word she would use to describe it. “It was bloody
amazing.”

“So you think you might give the threesome thing a try
again?”

“No.” Her response was quick and took him by surprise.

“Why not?” Had he misread her? He thought she’d enjoyed the
experience.

“Because I don’t think you want to do it again and,
honestly, you’re the only person I can picture myself ever doing that with.”

He’d given himself away to more than just Tom. Amy had
picked up on his unease over sharing her as well. “I’m sorry, Amy. I don’t want
you to think I didn’t love what we did at the club, I—”

“Oh, I know you did. I loved it as well. But, well, I like
it better when it’s just us. If that makes sense.”

It made perfect sense. He felt exactly the same way. He rose
from the couch and pulled his pants down. His erection stood out long and hard.
Amy sat up in front of him, grasping it in her hand.

He cupped the sides of her face and tilted until she looked
at him. “I want you to suck my cock.”

She gave him a saucy smile. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, she engulfed the head with
her sweet lips. He didn’t bother to restrain his groan of absolute bliss when
she took him deep on the first pass. Her mouth was lethal to his control as she
used her tongue and teeth to tease his sensitive flesh.

“God, Amy. That feels so fucking good.”

She increased her pace and the pressure, taking him from
zero to sixty in less than a minute. Damn. He wanted this to last, but she
wasn’t holding anything back. It had been this way since their first night
together. Amy gave herself over to him, without reservation. She didn’t seem to
suffer the same misgivings as other lovers he’d been with in the past. Instead,
she was simply herself.

One of her hands tightened at the base of his dick and
Andrew saw stars. When she used her free hand to up the ante, stroking her
fingers between his ass cheeks, toying with his anus, he knew he was a goner.

“Shit. Amy. I’m not going to be able to stop.”

She wiggled her finger harder against his tight opening,
pressing in to the first knuckle.

Game over. Once again, she’d come out on top.

His fingers tightened in her dark tresses. He loved the soft
texture of her hair. Amy showed no mercy as she continued to suck on his cock.

When he came, she swallowed, then slowed her sucking.

He gasped for breath, his heart galloping a million miles a
minute. He’d spent nearly a week inside her, and yet every experience was as
exciting as the first.

Amy released him with a pop. Her too-pleased grin proved she
knew exactly what effect she had on him.

“Come on.” He grasped her hand and pulled her up.

“Where are we going?”

“Shower. I need a few minutes to recover.”

She stood to follow, but her cell phone rang. Amy bent to
retrieve it from the coffee table and glanced at the screen. She grinned. “It’s
Harper. She’s probably checking to make sure I got the tickets.”

Andrew held out his hand, indicating he wanted the phone.

Amy shook her head. “Nope. She called me. Not you. Go start
the shower. I’ll be there in a minute.”

He wanted to protest, but he knew if Harper were in trouble,
Amy wouldn’t hesitate to tell him. Best to let them have their girl time.

“Tell her I said hello. And that we’re going to have a long
chat when she gets back home.”

Amy laughed. “Big bully.” Then she clicked on the phone and
said, “Hello.”

He picked up his sweatpants and headed upstairs.

“What’s up, girlfriend?” Amy said. “It’s kind of late for
you to be up, isn’t it? Tomorrow’s a school day.”

“I just wanted to hear a friendly voice.”

Harper’s tone set off alarm bells in Amy’s head. “What’s
wrong?”

Silence met her question until Amy prompted again, “Harper?”

“I had a bad day. I fucked up.”

Amy couldn’t imagine anything Harper could do that would be
so bad. “In class?”

“Oh no. The kids are awesome. Seriously. I love them. It’s
something more…personal.”

“You’re going to have to give me more to go on, Harper.”

Again, her friend didn’t immediately reply. Like sister,
like brother. The similarities between Andrew and Harper were never more
apparent. Both of them played their cards close to their chests.

“Listen. If you can’t talk to me, what about Marc or Keith?
I’m sure either one of them—”

She didn’t have a chance to finish her comment before the
sound of Harper crying cut her off.

“Holy crap. You’re killing me. Please don’t cry. What’s
wrong?”

“Marc and Keith are wonderful. But I screwed things up with
them. And then Ronnie…” Harper’s words faded away and Amy sensed she was
struggling to pull herself together.

“Ronnie? You mean Big Mac? That guy’s an arsehole. If he’s
bothering you, tell Keith, or hell, if you can’t do that, tell Hunter or Hazel.
Don’t let him hassle you.”

“How’s Andrew?”

It was an abrupt change of topic and it took Amy a second to
switch gears.

“He’s fine.”

“I miss him.”

Amy wanted to chalk the phone call up to homesickness, but
it was clear there was something else at work. “He misses you too. Do you want
to talk to him? He’s just upstairs. I can—”

“No! No, please don’t tell him that I’m crying. He’ll flip
out. I don’t want to cause him any more worry. I’ve hurt him enough.”

What the fuck did that mean? “If you’re upset or hurt,
Andrew would want to know. I’ve kept the fact you’re at Farpoint a secret
because I thought you were safe and happy. It doesn’t sound like that’s true
anymore. What do you want? Do you need me to fly home? Or do you want to come
back to Chicago?”

Harper sighed. “I don’t want to come home.”

Amy wasn’t sure what comfort she could offer. She felt
helpless, too far away. “Tell me what you need, Harper. I hate that you’re
sad.”

Harper scoffed, the sound filled with sadness. “I thought
I’d kicked the demons of my past to the curb. These last few days have been
perfect, some of the best of my life. I got blindsided today and now I’m
struggling to find my way back.”

“Demons?”

“One day I’ll tell you about why I came to live with Andrew
and my dad when I was a kid. For now, let’s just leave it at my stepdad wasn’t
a very nice person.”

Amy’s heart lurched. Had Harper been abused? That would
definitely explain Andrew’s tendency to be overprotective of his sister and her
hesitance to put herself out there, to take chances. “We’re going to have that
talk.”

“I know. I want to tell you. I need to tell someone. I can’t
talk to Andrew because he feels guilty about it. Listen. I’m sorry I called. I
can tell you’re having a great time and I really didn’t mean to bring you down
or ruin your trip. I’m just having a pity party tonight. I’m sure things will
be better in the morning.”

Harper’s tone didn’t match her words. Amy couldn’t help but
think the morning wasn’t going to be much better for her friend. Had she
inadvertently unearthed some best-buried can of worms with this damn life-swap
idea?

“If they aren’t, call me. Or text. I’m sure we can figure
this out. Somehow.”

“Okay. Give Andrew my love.”

Amy felt sick to her stomach. “Sure.”

“Goodbye, Amy.”

“See you later.” Amy tapped End on her iPhone and tried to
figure out what the hell she was supposed to do now. Harper had asked her not
to tell Andrew she was upset, but this secret wasn’t sitting as easily on her
shoulders.

* * * * *

The phone conversation returned to her at various times
during the day. She’d tried to concentrate on the baseball game, to let herself
enjoy the moment and Andrew’s hilarious, over-the-top, maniac-like devotion to
his Sox, but she couldn’t shake her worrying.

All day long she kept asking herself what Andrew would say
if something truly bad had happened to Harper at Farpoint and he discovered Amy
hadn’t told him.

He’d never forgive her. Bloody hell, she’d never forgive
herself.

“Earth to Amy.”

She blinked a couple times, letting her vision focus on
Andrew once more. They’d returned home from the game an hour ago. Andrew had
offered to make her dinner at home, as neither of them wanted to spend their
last night together in some crowded restaurant. They’d eaten most of the meal
in silence.

It was the end. Amy’s chest tightened. They would say
goodbye tomorrow morning, most likely forever. “Sorry.”

“What’s going on, Amy? You’ve been lost in the Twilight Zone
most of the day.”