Naughty Wishes 4: Soul (2 page)

He smiled. “Geoff doesn’t look happy?”

She sniffed over the tickling. “I’m less concerned about his happiness.”

“Ouch.” Geoff chuckled but banded an arm around her chest. She reveled in his strength as he held her close. “What was the favor, brat?”

“I’d like to see you kiss each other,” she said. At his lifted brow, she flushed a little. “It’s sort of a fantasy of mine. I’ve been wanting to see you kiss Chris for a long time. I just wasn’t sure until now if it worked for you two.”

“How can you tell it does now?”

She shot him a
Duh
look. “Seriously?”

She’d seen it not only in their easy synchronization since she’d crossed the threshold, but in whatever unspoken message passed between them right now. It was overwhelming, seeing the chemistry of deep friendship, their intuitive knowledge of each other, taken to the level of sexual intimacy. She couldn’t help wishing that she’d left up webcams everywhere so she could watch firsthand what had happened during her absence. But a kiss would help her imaginings considerably.

Reaching over her, Geoff grabbed Chris’s head and brought him up to his level to plant an exaggerated kiss on his forehead. She pushed at him, sighing in mock exasperation, but Geoff wrapped her hair around his hand and held her fast.

“Ask nicely, Samantha Beth. Then maybe we’ll give you what you want.”

She swallowed, staring into his steady gaze. She didn’t know how he switched into that Dom mode so effectively, but she added it to her list of things she was thankful for. “Please, sir. Sirs. I’d like to see you kiss each other.”

Geoff kept her locked in place but turned his head toward Chris. Sam held her breath as Chris moved onto his knees. His eyes were on Geoff’s, but as he leaned in, his attention slid down to Sam. She closed her eyes as Chris cradled her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Slow, lingering, a quiet blessing. Geoff’s firm grip on her hair constricted as Chris moved to her mouth, tasting it slow, deep, but keeping it gentle, an act of love. He raised his head, and there was a burning fire in his eyes that reflected what she was sure was kindling in his heart.

She’d yearned for this moment, this complete connection among all of them, but she hadn’t been alone in that desire.

Chris leaned over her. As Geoff relaxed his hold, she dropped her head back on his shoulder, surprised to see Chris do to him the same as he’d done for her. Touching Geoff’s face, he straightened to press a kiss on Geoff’s forehead. He wasn’t teasing her like Geoff had been. He was sending them both a message, acknowledging this was truly the starting gate. It was a benediction for the journey ahead.

She touched his shoulder. When Chris turned his attention to her, she reached up, held his head in both hands and brought it down so she could give him the same gift. Pressing her lips against his forehead, she breathed in the shampoo smell of his hair, the strands tickling her nose as she lay back so her head was once again against Geoff’s shoulder.

Chris’s intent look made her toes curl, but then he turned to Geoff. She held her breath, a different feeling taking over as, in one decisive move, he covered Geoff’s mouth with his own.

It pressed his body closer to hers, so she curled an arm around Chris’s back and her palm pressed against the flex of muscle and shift of smooth skin. Chris deepened the kiss, the two men’s tongues obviously tangling. She pressed her cheek to Chris’s shoulder as she stared at the way they tasted and teased one another. Geoff let out a sound that was part groan, part growl as his hand came up to hold the back of Chris’s head. He dug his fingers into Chris’s scalp, tugging his hair like he had hers.

Sam used her free hand to let her fingers play along their throats, their jaws. She let out a little gasp as Chris broke the kiss enough to nip her fingers, invite her into a more intimate exploration of their joined mouths, the slick heat of their lips. Geoff’s tongue caught her fingertip as he played with Chris’s tongue. The ball of heat kindling in her belly went up a few hundred degrees, making her wonder how long they could survive if the three of them stayed in the house forever to do just this, hour after hour, day after day.

Chris broke the kiss to seize her mouth next while Geoff moved his own lips to Chris’s throat and shoulder. When Chris finally raised his head, he studied her face as if seeing it for the very first time. But he often looked at her that way, as if she were a new discovery to him. He’d taught her to do that about so many things in her life. Applying that lesson to what was happening to them now told her just how amazing an adventure this would be.

Geoff propped his head against the cabinets to give them a lazy, dangerous look. “I think we should move this to the bed. What do you think?”

“I pilfered a dozen cookies from the conference,” Sam managed. “They’re the size of saucers. If we can grab some bottles of water from the fridge, we’ll be fortified for a while.”

At the glint in Geoff’s eyes and Chris’s slow grin, a little smile crept over her lips. “I got a strategic planning award. They gave me a certificate.”

“Sounds like it was well deserved.” Geoff glanced at Chris. “Bring extra water. I’ll bring her.”

As Chris got to his feet, Geoff scooped her off the linoleum while he was getting up, making it seem effortless to carry her. She coiled her arms around his shoulders, and he pressed a kiss to her temple as he turned to get her through the kitchen door and head down the hallway.

“By the way,” he said, “until further notice, you’re banned from the garage. We’re working on something there, and you don’t get to see it until it’s ready.”

So they were building whatever they’d been poring over that day in the hardware store, in the
Build-It-Yourself Bondage
book. Her interest was piqued but, beyond that, she was privately delighted at direct evidence that she was no longer solely responsible for moving things forward. It also strengthened her faith that this would continue to evolve as it should.

While all those ponderings were lovely to her heart and soul, her body and mind had more immediate reasons to celebrate. She was pretty sure what was going to happen next in the bedroom would exceed her wildest dreams, despite what had just happened in the kitchen nearly blowing off the top of her head.

“I was worried it would end up a one-and-one-times-two thing,” she murmured.

“Meaning?” Geoff laid her down on his bed and stood back. He had this way of looking at her that made her feel stripped inside and out. And he was still standing there fully dressed. She thought of what he’d said about the collar—“
We’ll get her a pretty collar so she’ll know when she wears it in the house, she’s not supposed to wear anything else”
—and her skin flushed all over, just thinking about it.

His gaze coursed over her with hot appreciation but also as if he was indulging his right to see every inch of her, inside and out. He’d let her play with him in the kitchen, but she had a feeling here in his lair, so to speak, he wasn’t going to be so indulgent. Even the one-word query he’d just issued had the ring of command.

“You know, you and Chris sharing me but not being together with one another.”

“A lot of women would love that fantasy. Being the center of two men’s attention all the time.” His hazel eyes gleamed again. “Worried we’ll wear you out?”

Not worried. Certain of it, and hoping to be nothing more than liquefied bone and muscle when you’re all done.
She kept that to herself, though. She was having a hard enough time staying focused.

“It’s a nice fantasy. But I like the idea of it being about the three of us, giving and taking in all different directions. I think it will last longer that way.”

His brow creased, and he stretched out next to her on his hip. Pushing her hair away from her cheek, he curled a lock around his finger. “That sounds like you think it will end, Samantha Beth.”

“No. Yes. Hoping it won’t, but knowing how these things can happen. I just want . . . as long as it lasts, to be as much as it can be. You know?”

Geoff considered that. “Chris doesn’t think I listen to his Zen philosophy,” he said. “That living-in-the-moment BS, but actually I do.”

He lifted his head as Chris came in bearing half a dozen bottles of cold water in an ice bucket, which he set next to the bed. He’d found the cookies in Sam’s tote, and put the container on the nightstand. He didn’t interrupt their conversation, but joined them in the bed. Sliding in on her other side, he put a hand on her leg, his fingers exploring the crease between hip and thigh, skating up her hip and over to her navel to toy with her tiny pewter bear piercing. His other fingers fanned out over her stomach.

Geoff continued to play with her hair. “Chris says, if you learn to live in every moment fully, then you’ll make the most of a lifetime. The things that are important, you’ll never lose them, because you appreciate them to the point you never let them go, and their joy never dims.”

Sam’s gaze slid back to Chris. “You said that?”

“Not quite that pretty. Geoff tends to pick up my words and smooth them out. Lawyer.”

“I can translate laconic Southern male.” Geoff touched her mouth with his and tilted his head toward Chris. “Ready to live fully in the moment?”

“I never stopped.” Chris held his gaze, then turned it to Sam, catching her in midyawn. His eyes twinkled. “But we might want to give our hardworking girl a little sleep first.”

***

In the morning, Chris joined her in the shower first thing, taking her up against the wall and leaving her blood humming. She started her day almost maniacally happy. She even volunteered to take care of the brunch dishes, despite it being Geoff’s day for the chore. While Geoff took his postmeal shower, she scraped egg off the plates at the sink and sang a favorite song in fits and starts while doing a little hip-shaking standing-in-place dance over the suds.

Chris had gone out to the work shed to fix a bent tool. The way he was hammering it against a stump, she imagined him as a blacksmith hundreds of years ago. Maybe he made swords for knights and shoes for horses. His large hands would handle the animal gently as he lifted one of the horse’s legs and nailed the shoe onto the hoof to protect it.

In the current-day real world, Chris finished working the dents out of what looked like some kind of hoe. Then he retrieved the rake to clean up leaves under the Japanese cherry. Chris didn’t care anything for fashion, but he liked his T-shirts. Today’s was a colorful print advertising an alehouse in Germany somewhere. The graphic looked like a Viking taking a hefty swallow from a giant mug of beer. The Viking had his arm slung around a tipsy dragon. Chris did most of his shopping for unusual T-shirts at the thrift stores, so she expected he’d picked it up from one of them.

Since the day was warming up, it wasn’t long before he stripped off the shirt, tossing it over a branch and continuing to work in a pair of old jeans with a couple of frayed holes and worn soft to crease in the right places. It was one of the few pairs he had for yardwork, since he usually preferred camos or painter’s pants for that. He was so beautiful, she couldn’t think of a better view as she washed dishes.

Geoff’s arm slid around her waist, his body pressing against her. “What are you doing?”

“Cleaning up after two pigs.” She purred as he teased her neck with his lips. It turned her legs to spaghetti, not that they weren’t close to that already, thanks to the activities of the past twelve hours.

“Pigs, hmm?” He snorted against her ear, an
oink
,
oink
sound that had her giggling. Pressing her forward with the shift of his body, he reached both arms around her to push open the window, letting the breeze touch her face before wrapping one arm across her, forearm pressed above her breasts. He kept his lips close to her ear, so his voice could stay a silky murmur.

“Do you remember that fantasy Madison talked about the first time we went to Naughty Bits? About Chris being the yard boy who couldn’t stop looking at you in an inappropriate way?”

Everything in her started pulsing, the sore tissues between her legs throbbing and her breasts feeling fuller, tighter under his touch.

“Yes.”

He tugged the elastic scoop neck of her peasant-style dress down below her breasts, framing them in both hands.

“You didn’t wear a bra on purpose,” he said mildly.

“You told me not to wear any underwear—” She swallowed a gasp as he pinched her nipples. “Yes sir. I didn’t wear one on purpose.”

“Because you wanted the yard boy to look at you. You wanted him to know there was nothing under here but you. You knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off your breasts, the way they quiver when you move, how your nipples look.”

“Yes . . .”

“Despite your Master telling you that you weren’t permitted to tease the help.” He growled the accusation.

Even with that curl of sensual anxiety that went along with shifting into a submissive mind-set, Sam couldn’t prevent a tiny smile. She’d always been pretty sure she’d like role-playing. She hadn’t been sure how well the practical Geoff would do with initiating it, though. Apparently he was diving in headfirst with no trouble.

“Put your head back on my shoulder. Keep your hands in the dishwater, holding the dish you’re cleaning.”

When she did that, Geoff whistled between his teeth, a short blast that caught Chris’s attention, pulling him out of wherever his mind had been. There was no screen on the window, so it took only a few steps for him to determine what Geoff was doing. Geoff forced her chin up so she was staring into his eyes, unable to see Chris’s reaction as he drew closer, his shoes crunching across the ground.

“You like how he looks at you when he knows he has to keep his dick on a leash. You want to make him strain against that leash because you’re a sweet little tease, aren’t you?” He bit her ear.

“Yes, Master,” she breathed. She could sense Chris on the other side of the window, listening.

“So here we are,” Geoff said, his voice deceptively mild again. “I’ve told you not to tease the yard boy, and yet I find you wearing this thin, short dress with nothing under it, pretending to wash dishes while you stare at him, all shirtless and sweaty. I think you need a reminder about proper behavior.”