Three of Hearts (9 page)

“Samson really has a nose for the ball,” the TV announcer shouted. The other commentator jumped in with, “He sure does, and he’s the first to jump on any loose balls.”

I snickered and earned amused glances from both guys.

“Mind out of the gutter, babe.” Lucas nudged me.

“I can’t help it! Those announcers are always saying dirty things. ‘Football is a game of inches.’ ‘He’s got great hands.’”

They both laughed.

“Last week one of the announcers was talking about penetration in the backfield and Haylee cracked up.” Ben smirked and leaned in closer. “I kinda like your dirty mind.”

I lowered my chin, still smiling. “Oh yeah?” Holy touchdown, I sounded flirty. What the hell?

“A dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste,” Lucas said with a nod, leaning closer too. Suddenly the air I was breathing felt hot. Lucas’s gaze dropped, and his eyebrows pulled together. “Nice outfit, by the way.”

Was that sarcastic? Fuck, I
should
have changed into something girly. “Um . . . sorry . . .”

“Sorry for what?” He hooked a finger into the neckline of my hoodie and tugged me closer. “You’re cute.” He brushed his lips across my cheek. A shudder worked up my spine. “Think it’s time to finish what we didn’t get to last night.”

The kisses were long and lush, first Lucas’s mouth on mine, then Ben’s. When Ben turned my face toward his, I met his eyes questioningly, still unsure how he felt about this. He gazed back at me for a long moment, then closed his eyes and groaned. He slid his hand around the back of my head and pulled me to his mouth. My head spun at the wickedness of that, of kissing two guys one after the other, and also maybe with relief that Ben still wanted me too.

While Ben’s tongue slid into my mouth and played with mine, Lucas kissed the back of my neck beneath my ponytail, slowly drawing the band off and then filtering his hands through my hair. When Ben’s teeth nipped my bottom lip, Lucas’s hands slipped beneath my sweatshirt and caressed my back and waist. When Lucas’s hand found my breast, Ben’s hand was between my legs, rubbing my aching pussy through the fabric of my sweats.

I wanted to touch them too. I dug my fingers into Lucas’s biceps, explored Ben’s hard chest, and ran my tongue along his bearded jaw. I breathed in their scents and let my fingers slide through thick hair down to the nape of Lucas’s neck, soft and tender. I gripped Ben’s muscled thigh as he sucked my bottom lip.

We sat there making out, the television somehow muted and flickering silently in the dim room, the only sounds our low moans and sighs and clinging mouths. Pleasure flowed through me, thick and sweet, and I felt my body dissolving.

A long time later, Ben murmured in my ear: “You call it, Haylee. Here? Or your room?”

I found I didn’t want to make that decision, as much as I appreciated the offer. “I don’t know . . .”

His hands tightened on my waist. “Haylee . . . tonight we only go as far as you want.”

I turned to look at him, comforted by his steady eyes and by the fact he’d once again cared enough to reassure me.

“Yeah,” Lucas added, and I turned back to him. For once his usual crooked smile was absent, and he, too, held my gaze. “If you don’t want to do this, just say the word.” He searched my face with his eyes.

Yes, I had doubts and reservations about this, but after sitting there and kissing them until my head spun and I ached way down low inside, I couldn’t make myself put a stop to it. I could no more explain this than I could explain quantum electrochemistry. I only knew what I felt, including a swelling warmth in my chest toward both of them.

I managed to whisper the word, “Bed.”

Lucas gave a low growl. “Yeah. My girl deserves a bed.”

“
Our
girl.” Ben gave Lucas a narrow-eyed look.

Our girl?

“Right.” Lucas surged up off the couch, turned and grabbed my hands, and hauled me up too. I went flying, given his bigger size and strength.

“Easy, dude.” Ben stood too, his hands on my hips. He gave me a nudge toward the bedroom. Lucas tugged me along by my hands, Ben close behind.

This wasn’t the first time they’d seen my bedroom. They’d helped me paint the walls taupe, the trim white. The whole house had shiny hardwood floors, and I had a patterned rug in my room. A chocolate-brown duvet covered my bed, which had a white-painted headboard and footboard. Unfortunately the bed was only a queen-size and as soon as all three of us were on it, it was clear we were going to be forced into a lot closer proximity than in the king-size hotel bed last night.

But really, how much closer could you get than . . .

My stomach swooped. “Can we take a minute?” I sat in the middle of the bed, the guys on either side, reaching for me.

They paused. Ben searched my face, his eyes dark, endless blue. “Sure, sweetheart. Second thoughts?”

“I think this might have been a . . . mistake.”

They stared at me, then Ben cursed. “Shit. You
were
drunk.”

“No, I wasn’t!” My eyes widened. “Well, maybe a bit. But last night, I knew exactly what I was doing. I—” I cleared my throat. “I wanted it. But I didn’t expect it to happen again.”

“Why not, Haylee?” Ben stroked my hair back.

“I still don’t understand how you guys can want this. If you really think it through. I mean, look at me.” I caught the perplexed crease on Lucas’s brow.

“Uh . . . yeah. We do,” he said. “Not sure why you think we don’t. We’re here.” He swept out a hand.

“Last night . . . that was the onstage version of me—hair and makeup all done, wearing a sexy dress. But the tour is done now.”

They both gave me blank looks.

“Yeah. So?” Lucas said.

“Seriously? You still want me . . . like this?” I swept a hand up and down in front of me.

Ben groaned. “So fucking much. What are you talking about, Haylee?”

I bit my lip. “I’m not . . . girly. Sexy.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Lucas’s forehead furrowed. “That’s not what last night was about. Wearing a sexy dress and makeup. Jesus fuck.”

Ben’s forehead creased. “You’re always sexy, Haylee.”

I bit my lip. They really seemed to mean it. “Thanks.” Okay then. “But how do we do this? Us—this—I just don’t know . . . how to do this.”

“We’ll show you, babe.” Lucas touched my cheek. “All you have to do is enjoy yourself.”

“But—”

His lips touched mine. “You did great last night. Just let us show you how good it can be.”

It
had
been good. I’d been swept away, caught up in it. I’d also been a teensy bit drunk, which I was not now. I felt like I needed something more, though; some part of me needed words and explanations and reassurance. I don’t know what I expected them to say. Clearly, a threesome wasn’t a declaration of undying love, or a commitment to forever. And I wasn’t looking for those things. So I kept my mouth shut and decided to do what Lucas said, and let them show me how good it could be.

I could do this. I could just let myself be a physical being, focused only on carnal pleasure. Sexual. Maybe even desirable. And I could deal with whatever happened after.

With a sense of déjà vu, I reached for the hem of my big sweatshirt and pulled it up over my head.

I wasn’t wearing a bra and just like last night, both guys made noises of appreciation as I bared myself to them.

Ben bent his head and kissed my shoulder. “That’s it, baby.”

“I just want to say,” I managed to wheeze out, “that it would give me pleasure to um . . . give you guys pleasure too.”

Lucas nodded. “Got it. Fuck, Haylee, you have gorgeous tits.”

I never would have thought such crude words would please me so much. Lucas and Ben could put together the most beautiful lyrics—sensual and lovely and poetic—but I liked how they kept it real in bed. Hearing lyrical poetry from them in bed would probably make me collapse into giggles.

As it was, everything they said was raw and real and hot, and I loved it.

Just like I loved what Ben said next. “And let’s see that pretty pussy again. Christ, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you with your legs spread for us, all hot and wet.” It sounded like the words were being dragged out of him, a reluctant admission.

My insides went all soft and mushy. Not that I liked to analyze every little thing—and I’d already decided I liked the way they talked in bed—but I also appreciated the fact that they talked at all. Doug had not talked in bed. I think once he told me “harder” or something like that, but he never looked at me or complimented me with either pretty words or coarse ones.

Excited and eager to hear more, my heart squeezed as I lay back and lifted my hips, and they wriggled my sweatpants off me. I was eager to feel more too. To come so many times I’d see stars.

“Nice socks.” Lucas tugged one thick gray sock off, and I smiled. It was weird, but I felt just as desirable as they undressed me from sweats and socks as if I’d been wearing silk and lace. The warmth in their eyes as they studied me, the way their breathing increased, and the bulges at their crotches indicated that I affected them, even in my fugliest clothes, and that also made my heart contract.

And once more I lay naked between them. Ben ran a hand down the top of my thigh and his fingers lingered on the inside of my knee. My skin quivered at his touch. Lucas leaned in for a kiss on my mouth, slow and lingering, then he nibbled over my cheek and jaw, opening his mouth on my throat; his hands found my breasts and gently squeezed.

It all flooded back to me, the incredible sensation that had made me lose my mind. This was powerful stuff, the stuff that made people do crazy things, the search for pleasure like this. My eyes drifted shut, and I let them touch me everywhere, fingers tugging on nipples, mouths kissing, and tongues licking. I floated on a cloud of sensation, heat rushing through my veins. Hands measured my waist, explored my ribs, fondled my breasts, and my hips began to move with needy rhythm.

I opened my eyes to tell them they needed to take their clothes off, as I had last night, but I was too late. They were both already naked on the bed. Gorgeously naked. Ben’s lean strength and dark-haired chest on one side of me, Lucas’s bulkier muscles and smooth skin on the other. I reached out to touch, to feel their heat and strength. I found Ben’s hip with my hand, and my eyes dropped to his erection.

I bit my lip, admiring his size and shape, then shifted my gaze to Lucas. My hand on his muscled thigh was so close to his cock, which was thick and hard, roped with veins. Despite their different bodies, their cocks were surprisingly similar in size and shape, both perfect and beautiful to my eyes.

Lucas groaned. “Fuck, Haylee. When you look at us like that, it makes me nearly lose it.”

I blinked and lifted my eyes to his. “Like what?”

“Like you love what you see. Like you’re starving for cock.”

I swiped my tongue along my bottom lip. “I guess you can read my mind pretty well, then.”

His eyes went dark, and Ben made a choking noise.

Power. I felt powerful. I did that to them, gave them enormous erections, made them want me.
Me
.

The part of me that wanted to hold up a hand and put a halt to everything and find out what the fuck was happening here gave way to the part of me that just wanted to go with it, and so that was what I did, intoxicated by my feminine power and surrender.

I leaned over and kissed Ben’s mouth again, then turned to kiss Lucas. His tongue slid over my lips, and I closed my eyes, then felt myself moving as their hands lifted me and laid me down on my back. Once more I was the center of their attention as they stroked and kissed me everywhere, gently squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples, until they both lowered their heads to my chest and each took a nipple into their mouth at the same time.

Sensation exploded inside me, zapping from their mouths to my core and then spreading outward through my entire body. My abs tightened on a hard shudder of delight at the incredible feeling of both nipples being sucked on—my newly discovered favorite thing. They drew my tender flesh into their mouths and pulled, hands cupping my breasts, and my back arched to push myself deeper. “Oh my
god
,” I breathed. So much pleasure pooled in my pussy, a hard ache behind my clit, that I started pulsing. “Oh my god,” I said again. “I think I could come . . . just from that . . .”

Without a word, Lucas slid a hand down my belly and between my thighs, the heel of his hand pressing against my clit, and that was enough to send me over. I came, hard, hips lifting, back arching, fractured cries falling from my lips.

My arms felt heavy, but I lifted them to lay my hands on the backs of their heads, still at my breast. As another tremor worked over my body, I dragged my eyes open and looked at them, my fingers in Ben’s dark hair on my right and Lucas’s caramel-brown hair on my left.

Ben’s hand also slipped between my legs, over Lucas’s, holding me there, and I pulsed into them. “Wow.” He whispered it into my breast as he kissed the top curve. “Holy hell, Haylee.”

“Nice alliteration.” I heard two choked laughs and smiled lazily. “Sorry. Don’t know where that came from.”