Raising the Bar (9 page)

“And sweet,” Harper added in a low voice. “I want to lick her until she screams.”

She wasn’t far from that now. “Guys. Please. I want… I mean, how do you want to…do this?”

Dylan and Harper looked at each other.

Then Harper said, “If you’ve had a threesome before, you’ve probably had a cock up your ass, right?”

She nodded, feeling herself blush. “But nothing as big as either one of you.” Both men were sexy and hung. It was like Christmas come early.

“Well then. We do it one of two ways. He takes your pussy while I fuck your ass,” Dylan said. “Or you suck one of us off while the other takes your pussy. Either way, we want you.” Dylan leaned close to suck her nipple, and she cried out at the pleasure. “Oh yeah, we want in you, baby. Right now.”

The doc called her “Baby”. Harper was in heaven. Freddy had reacted the way he’d thought she might. The woman had no problem with both of them together. She was in to it. In to
them
. Wet and sweet and sexy as hell.

He shoved his cock between her cheeks, not penetrating, just sliding against her. He wanted to ram inside her. But she was so small. She’d be so tight.

He broke out in a sweat just thinking about it. But Dylan had the floor, sucking her tits, rubbing her soft skin. His dark hair against her lighter hair, his tanned skin contrasting to her paler flesh, highlighted their differences. As Harper watched them, he felt that they belonged to him. His lovers. His partners.

Dylan kissed his way up her body and ended at her mouth. “I want inside you, Freddy. Right now, baby. Come on. Which way? How do you want us?”

She moaned. Harper pulled her ass cheeks farther apart and rubbed against her anus, stimulating her rim.

Dylan pushed her feet apart and put his cock between her legs, clamped tightly between her thighs. “She’s so wet, Harper. So fucking hot.”

“I know. I told you it would be like this.”

Freddy whispered, “I want both of you inside me. P-pussy and ass. Please,
now
.”

Harper didn’t need to be told twice. While Dylan continued to kiss her, he moved to the bed and lay down. “Bring her.” Then he rolled a condom on, not wanting to give her anything to think about but fucking them both.

Dylan walked her back to the bed, still kissing her. He pulled his mouth away and turned her to face Harper. Then he lifted her in his arms. “Oh, this is nice.”

She gasped but let him position her over Harper, as if she were a living doll.

It took a few moments for her to accustom herself to his size. Harper saw stars as he closed his eyes and fought for control, to not come right away inside her snug pussy.

“Jesus. She feels as tight as your ass, Dylan.”

Dylan chuckled. “Don’t lose it so soon, Mr. Macho. Or I swear you’ll never hear the end of it.” Then to make matters worse, just as Harper opened his eyes, he saw Dylan closing in fast for a kiss that melted Harper to the core.

He bucked up into Freddy while Dylan stroked with his tongue.

“That’s so sexy,” Freddy whispered.

Dylan ended the kiss with Harper and kissed Freddy. Harper watched just inches away, so lost he could barely think as he sank into her heat while she rode him. Her small gyrations grew stronger, until she was moving herself up and down over him.

Dylan drew back and stood next to the bed. “Christ, that’s sexy. I want inside you, Freddy,” Dylan said in a thick voice. “Just watching Harper’s fat cock disappear is enough to get me hard.” To Harper he said, “You’re all slick, man. She’s all over you.” Dylan leaned closer, and Harper felt his balls rolled, squeezed, and pressed by Dylan’s crafty fingers while Freddy continued to take him.

“I’m going to come,” she moaned.

“Hell.” Dylan hurried to the side table and donned a condom. He liberally covered the latex with lube, then returned to them on the bed. “Oh yeah. I’m going to put myself inside you. This is new to me, Freddy. So tell me if I hurt you.” He swore. “You have to stop moving.”

Freddy groaned. “Hurry up.”

Harper smacked her ass. “You move that pussy again and I’ll come. Be still.” He dragged her face down for a kiss and cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples as punishment, because he knew how much she liked it, and how much she’d like to move.

“Oh yeah.” Dylan crouched behind her, moving carefully. Harper couldn’t see what happened, but by the tensing over him, he knew Dylan had started to play with her. “Easy, baby. Let me get you used to me.”

Harper kissed her some more, close to losing his mind. And then Freddy gasped into his mouth. Dylan shifted behind her, and Harper knew the doc had started to push inside her with more than his fingers.

“So tight. Yes. More, Dylan.” She made a face.

“Stop,” Harper ordered.

“Okay,” Dylan rasped. “Freddy, you okay?”

“Wait a minute. Okay, more.” She shifted over Harper, and he gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to thrust up hard.

As Dylan continued to move, Harper felt more pressure against his cock, and he groaned. “Yes. God, I need to move. Freddy, you need to come.”

“I know.”

“Not gonna be long.” Dylan swore again. “Fuck. This is amazing. You’re amazing,” he said to Freddy and kissed her shoulder. “You okay if I move?”

She nodded and stared at Harper, her blue eyes foggy with lust.

“Slowly,” Harper said.

Dylan started a rhythm that Freddy soon caught, and it didn’t take long before the three of them found their pacing. Harper let Dylan fuck her, taking the bliss as the pair shuddered over him. He reached between them to finger her clit, and the moment he touched her, Freddy cried out and clenched him tight, squeezing his cock enough that he couldn’t stop himself.

He pumped into her just as Dylan shoved hard. “I can’t stop. Coming…” Dylan groaned and stilled, emptying into her.

Harper had to move, but he couldn’t with both of them over him, stunned with pleasure. And then Freddy kissed him, Dylan pulled away, and she squirmed over Harper once more.

He groaned as his release came in one giant, torrential wave while Freddy ground over him. Dylan stroked her breasts and Harper’s chest while Harper continued to unload.

When he could think again, he looked up at the sweaty pair grinning down at him.

“So what do you have for round two?” Freddy asked.

Freddy slumped on the bed between her two new lovers and tried to catch her breath. Good Lord, but round two had made her scream. Muffled by a mouthful of thick flesh, she’d come hard all around Dylan and swallowed a very excited Harper.

Thankfully they’d had the safe sex talk before making round two a reality. A good thing, because she’d been stupid enough not to care the first time.
They’d
been the ones to use condoms, though she should have been the one to point that out.

What could she say? She’d been thoroughly destroyed. At this rate, she’d be walking funny tomorrow.

A huge grin warmed her from the inside out.

“What is that for?” Harper rumbled. He traced a pattern on her belly and she squirmed.

“I’m ticklish.”

“He means the smile. I’m assuming that’s a grin of unfathomable joy. I often have that effect on women,” Dylan stated in an uppity voice. Then he chuckled. “But seriously, Freddy. Are you all right? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“You were perfect and you know it.” She stroked Harper’s hand over her belly. “And you too, manly man.”

“I like that nickname. It suits him.” Dylan rolled to his side and put his hand next to Harper’s, completely covering her stomach. “And how about Little Miss Sexy for you? Jesus, Freddy. You about blew my mind.”

“No, she blew mine.” Harper laughed. “I knew it would be this good with you. I’ve been dying to get you into bed.”

“So what took you so long?” She stretched under them, feeling better than she had in a long time, and glanced at Harper.

“Timing wasn’t right.” Harper’s slow smile when he looked at Dylan made her feel funny. “I had to get Doc in on the picture.”

“So you two are new friends? Because I haven’t seen Dylan around here before.”

Dylan answered. “Harper caught me pretending to be my twin. Don’t ask. I lost a stupid bet. But instead of turning me in to his boss and killing a major deal for my brother, he blackmailed me into dinner. Here.”

“Nice, Harper.” She rubbed her hand over his cheek, and her stomach fluttered when he turned to kiss her palm.

“I thought so.” Harper leaned over her to kiss Dylan. “I always liked the look of Derrick, but he was missing something.”

“Oh?” Dylan asked.

“Yeah, he never looked at me the way you did, Doc.”

“Why do you call him ‘Doc’?” She wanted to know.

“Because I’m a psychiatrist.
Not
a shrink. I detest that word,” Dylan warned.

“He does. So I figure to use it twice a day when I talk to him,” Harper hinted.

“Twice a day, hmm?” Dylan pulled Freddy closer to him. “You didn’t call me all week.”

“I was giving you space. You’re a touchy kind of guy. I can tell.”

Freddy wondered, “So what do you think of all this?”

“I’m new to being with two people in bed, if that’s what you’re asking. But I’m not averse to trying it again.” Dylan’s smile showed even, white teeth.

“Averse.” Harper snorted. “Isn’t he cute? What do you say, Freddy? Should we show him how things are done at the club?”

“I’m shocked. I thought you were a one-man guy. Now I find out you not only like girls too, but you’re in to more than one partner. Golly, Harper. I don’t know what to say.”

“Smart ass.” He tried to reach for her, but Dylan cuddled her closer.

“Now now. Be as macho as you want, but you can’t hurt this tender morsel.”

Even Freddy had to turn to stare at him, sharing Harper’s incredulity.
“Tender morsel?”

“Too much?” Dylan blinked, then burst out laughing. “If you could see your faces. Man, I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.”

“Try forever,” Harper added. “At least for me. This is what I’ve been missing,” he said in a softer voice.

Startled, Freddy turned to face him and saw the affection he couldn’t hide. For her? For Dylan? She didn’t know, but suddenly she didn’t care, because he scooted down to plant a kiss on her belly and inched his large hand south.

“Harper?”

“Hmm. Good idea. Maybe we could take turns.” Dylan moved down the bed with him.

“Oh man. I was kidding before about a round three,” she ended on a moan.

Chapter Six

Dylan walked through the crowded craft show, still not sure how they’d talked him in to attending. Freddy seemed to touch everything in the small booths set up from one end of the convention center to the other. With over a hundred vendors selling homemade wares and holiday crafts, it was like a Martha Stewart nightmare.

“You seem to be having fun.” He frowned at Harper, who was currently stuffing his face full of candied almonds.

“Man, I love these things.” He held one out to Dylan.

Dylan sighed and took the thing, not wanting to admit it did taste good. “Though I hate to assign gender roles, a craft show isn’t something I would have imagined you’d enjoy.”

Harper grinned. “I love when you get all shrinky.”

“I know you’re saying that to annoy me.”

“Yup.”

Dylan punched him in the arm.

“Ow.”

“So why are we here again?” He saw Freddy squeal over a long knit scarf and groaned. The woman had eclectic tastes, but that aquamarine would bring out the blue in her eyes.

“Because we want to spend more time with Freddy, and we both need to get some Christmas shopping done before everything in this friggin’ town is gone.” Harper looked to Freddy’s right. “Oh hey. My mom would like that.”

He left to fiddle with a Pashmina that Dylan conceded would look very nice on his own mother’s shoulders. With a groan over the fact that he’d been roped into shopping at a piddling craft show by Freddy and Harper, he reluctantly purchased the thing’s twin. Then he bought some earrings for Hailey and Sydney, a hand-carved wooden game for Gage, and a Green Bay Packers ornament for Derrick.

An hour and a half later, they sat at one of the tables eating panini and drinking eggnog. An odd combination, but he’d fallen into the holiday spirit against his will. He stared at Harper’s and Freddy’s grinning faces, knowing he had it coming. “What?”

Freddy blinked innocently. “I’m just happy to see a bigger sucker than me at these things. I can’t believe you bought more than me.”

“Me too,” Harper had to add. “I mean, I know you’ve got two brothers and your mom, but that’s a lot of presents, Dylan.”

“So what? You wanted me to get into the spirit. Well, I’m here.”

Freddy gripped his hand under the table. “Don’t worry, Doc. I think you’re too adorable for words.”

He glared at Harper. “Great, now you’ve got her calling me ‘Doc’ too.” He squeezed her hand, missing it when she let go.