And One Makes Three (Carnal Coeds) (5 page)

Gabe shifted his stance and looked down at his feet. “Yeah, well, I want to be able to give her that experience—of a threesome. I think she’d be into it, and I think it would bring us closer together.”

Lane frowned as he tried to piece everything together. “So you want me to be part of this threesome.”

“No—I mean yes, but I know you probably feel awkward about being with another guy. We don’t have to touch or anything. We’d be completely focused on Becca and her needs.”

Lane stared at him, stunned. Was this handsome man really offering him sex? Curiosity rippled through Lane as he dragged his gaze over Gabe's lean, muscular body.

“It would just be this one-time thing, you see,” Gabe said. “I think Becca knows what she needs, but is afraid to ask for it. And, to be honest, I’ve always kind of fantasized about being in a threesome.”

“It’s not as great as it sounds.” Lane turned and continued down the boardwalk. Gabe was tempting, but he couldn’t go down this road again. He just couldn’t.

Gabe hurried to catch up. “Wait a minute—you’ve been a threesome before?”

Lane kept his mouth shut as Gabe’s stride fell in line with his.

“How was it?”

“In the beginning, it was awesome.” Lane had been in a situation similar to Gabe’s. Then his ex-girlfriend suggested a threesome with one of her coworkers. It took some convincing, but after Lane had tried it, he was hooked. Those few months were filled with some of the most incredible sex in his life. He had the best of both worlds—hard and soft, angular and curvy. Everything seemed to click until that accident on the beach. He was lost in grief and self-loathing over that poor stranger dying in his arms. That night he had sought solace from the pain in the arms of his lovers and learned that his affections were no longer returned.

“Then you’re not new to the idea.” Gabe let out a nervous laugh. “That makes this easier.”

“No.”

“What do you mean, ‘no’? You said you did it before.”

Lane stopped and turned to face Gabe. “Just because I did it before doesn’t mean I want to do it again.”

“Oh.” Gabe nodded in understanding. “You have a girlfriend, then.”

“No.”

He widened his eyes. “Boyfriend?”

Lane snorted. “No.”

“I get it. It’s me.”

“What?”

Gabe pointed to himself. “It’s me. You don’t want to get naked around another guy.” He took a step back. “It’s okay. I just thought—”

“No, that’s not it at all.” Before Lane could think better of it, he reached out and grabbed Gabe’s elbow, stopping his retreat. “I like men. I’m not…unaccustomed to that life.”

“You-you wouldn’t mind? Just getting naked, I mean.”

Lane let out a long breath and raked his hand through his hair. “No, of course not.” He waved his hand in front of Gabe’s body. “You’re incredibly handsome.”

“I am?” Color stained Gabe’s cheeks. He cleared his throat. “Then it’s Becca. She’s the reason why you won’t do it.”

Lane thought back to yesterday and how incredible she looked in that bikini. “No, it’s not Becca,” he whispered. What he wouldn’t give to feel those lips on his chest, his stomach, his cock…

“Then what’s the hang-up?”

The hang-up? If Gabe only knew. Lane pushed aside his useless fantasies. “Threesomes don’t work out.”

“How do you know?”

“I just know.” Lane continued walking home.

“But it’s working for Hannah.”

“Give it time.”

“I don’t know. They all look so happy.”

Lane scowled and stopped walking. “Look Gabe, I’ve done the threesome thing. There’s too much emotion involved. The relationship is always uneven.”

“Uneven-how?”

“Two are always closer with each other, leaving the third out in the cold.”

Gabe swallowed, and Lane struggled with his desire. The man looked so damn hot, and the chance to spend a night with both him and Becca was so tempting.…

“I’m not asking for a long-term commitment. Just one night,” Gabe said.

“But I’ll be around for the rest of the summer. It’ll be too awkward.”

“It won’t be awkward. I promise.”

“You can’t promise me that.”

“Yes, I can. Sex can just be sex.”

Lane shook his head. “No, things get too messy. Before you know it, you’re in over your head.”

“It can work, believe me.” Gabe inched closer. “There’s nothing wrong with fulfilling your physical needs.” He slid his gaze down toward Lane’s cock. “No strings attached.” Gabe dragged his gaze back up to meet his. “I can prove it.”

Lane’s whole body heated as Gabe’s hazel eyes flashed golden.

“Look,” Gabe said. “I’m not talking about a long-term, committed relationship. I’m talking about a one-night stand where we fulfill my girlfriend’s fantasies.” He reached out and brushed some imaginary lint off of Lane’s shoulder. “And perhaps some of my own.”

God, it sounded so tempting. Lane had only had sex a handful of times, and that felt like a lifetime ago. It would be so nice if for one night he didn’t have to feel so lonely, if he could lose himself in the comforting arms of another…

The truth was that he missed his former relationship. He knew he could never go back—the triad was too dysfunctional—but he missed those nights where he was sharing his body with two of the most amazing people he had ever met. They had taught him things, forbidden things he itched to try again.

“I can see that you’re hesitating.” Gabe slid his fingers down Lane’s chest. “What can I do to convince you to give this a try?”

“I-” Lane’s mouth went dry. He tried to form the words, but they stuck in his throat.

Gabe glanced over his shoulder. “Come on.” He grabbed Lane’s hand and drew him into an alley between two of the tourist shops.

It was darker there, quieter. Noises from the boardwalk seemed muted between the buildings. There were a couple of service doors, but otherwise, the small space was empty.

“I want to prove to you people can enjoy physical pleasure without strings attached.” Gabe leaned in closer to Lane. “You mentioned that you weren’t opposed to the idea of kissing a guy.”

“I—no.” Lane cleared his throat.

“Would you be opposed to kissing
me
?”

Opposed? Hell, it was all he could think about. Lane’s mouth went dry as he shook his head.

“Good.” Gabe tilted his head and shifted his gaze to Lane’s lips. “Because I’ve wanted to kiss you ever since I first saw you with Becca.” He moistened his lips. “You two looked so hot together.”

Hot? Fuck, Gabe was the one who was hot. It took all of Lane’s strength to leave him and Becca that day. They looked beautiful together, even better than that last couple from Virginia.

“I—” Before Lane could reply, Gabe closed the distance and covered Lane’s mouth in a hot, searing kiss.

Becca’s boyfriend was hot, there was no doubt about it. He also knew what he was doing. Lane’s head spun as Gabe plunged inside of Lane’s mouth. There was nothing gentle or feminine about the kiss. Gabe’s rough, animalistic hunger made Lane’s skin tingle and his muscles harden with desire.

Lane closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of Gabe’s body pressed up against his. With shaking hands, he reached out and stroked Gabe’s hips. His partner groaned and pressed his mouth harder against Lane’s.

The man could kiss. Oh sweet Heavens, the man could kiss. Everything was happening so fast. Lane couldn’t think. Fuck, he couldn’t even breathe. While Lane’s former lovers were emotional and passionate, Gabe kissed with purpose. For the first time after that horrible breakup, Lane felt wanted, desired. Lane curled his fingers into Gabe’s hips as his need grew.

Gabe drew back, breaking off the kiss in a gasp. “Good, eh?”

Lane blinked and tried to regain his thoughts. “Yeah.”

“I could tell.” Gabe ground his hips against Lane’s. “It has been a long time since I’ve tasted another man.” He slid his hand between them. “Would you mind?”

“I—here?” Lane bit back a gasp as Gabe brushed his fingers over his cock. “Out in the open where anyone could see?”

Gabe bit his lower lip. “There’s no better place than here and now.” He palmed Lane’s shaft and curled his fingers. “Come on, what do you say?”

Lane groaned at the intimate contact. It had been so long since his cock felt anything except his own hand.

“Just a quick one, a promise of what’s to come,” Gabe coached.

Lane nodded, unable to speak. This whole thing was so surreal. Was this man really going to go down on him on the boardwalk?
Holy Shit.
He watched, wide eyed, as Gabe dropped to his knees before him.

Gabe kept his gaze locked on Lane’s as he slid his fingers around the elastic in the swim trunks. “You wore this swim suit while kissing Becca, am I right?”

“Yeah.” Lane held his breath as Gabe inched his fingers lower.

“All I could think about was how it would feel to strip them from your hips…” Gabe made a low, animalistic sound as he slid the fabric down Lane’s thighs. “So big.” His voice was filled with awe as he brushed his fingers down Lane’s shaft. “I love it.”

“You do?”

“Absolutely.” Gabe moistened his lips and dragged his gaze back to Lane’s cock, which was already beading with moisture. “She’s going to love it too.”

“Jesus.” Lane’s whole body stiffened as Gabe wrapped his fingers around the base of Lane’s shaft.

“Too hard?” Gabe raised his brows.

“No, just right.” Lane moaned as Gabe squeezed. “Fuck.”

Lane plastered his hands against the wall behind him and closed his eyes. Gabe’s touch felt good, too good. The man was applying just the right amount of pressure and speed. Lane’s skin prickled with anticipation.

“You look good enough to taste.” Gabe slid his tongue over the tip of Lane’s cock.

Lane shivered as pleasure shot up through his body. “God Gabe, that feels unbelievable.”

“Does it?” Gabe did it again, collecting the bead of moisture that had formed there. “It tastes good. Real good.”

Gabe slid his mouth over Lane’s shaft.
Wow.
Lane’s former lovers had never felt this good. Gabe seemed to know just what Lane needed most and was all too willing to give it.

Lane looked down at Gabe blond head as it moved back and forth in front of him. The sight was so intense, so erotic. Lane reached down and threaded his fingers through Gabe’s hair. Gabe groaned and doubled his efforts, running his mouth up and down Lane’s length. Back and forth, in and out. Soon Lane felt the familiar pressure building inside his core.

Gabe cupped Lane’s balls with his free hand, gently squeezing them as he worked over Lane’s shaft.

It was amazing. No, it was more than that. The fact that they were outside, that Lane could fucking
hear
the people out on the boardwalk, made everything so much more intense. He moved his hips in time to Gabe’s thrusts as the pressure inside him grew.

“Don’t stop,” he whispered. “For the love of God, don’t stop.” He curled his fingers into Gabe’s head and directed his movements. Gabe groaned and sucked harder on Lane’s shaft, increasing the pleasure.

The world around Lane faded away as he pumped harder into Gabe’s mouth. He couldn’t seem to help himself. A tingling rippled along the base of his spine. Lane felt his balls draw up and the pressure swell to almost painful levels.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to come.” He wanted to warn Gabe and give him enough time to move away if he wished.

Instead of backing off, Gabe inched closer. Lane grunted as his thrusts became more erratic. “God, Gabe.”

Lane shook as his orgasm slammed into his body like a hurricane. Pleasure whipped through his system, robbing him of strength. Gabe drank greedily form Lane’s cock, licking every last drop of his orgasm. Lane couldn’t believe it. Not even his former lovers had shown such eagerness.

As the last ripples of his orgasm faded away, Lane fell back against the wall, breathless.

Gabe replaced Lane’s swim trunks and stood. “Did you like that?” he asked.

“I—yes.” A tenderness welled up inside of Lane. He wanted to do something for the man to show his appreciation, but he was too spent.

Gabe brushed a stray hair away from Lane’s face. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Tomorrow?”

Gabe smiled. “To seduce Becca.” He ran his fingers along Lane’s cheek. “I’ve been trying to get her to learn how to paddleboard. It will be the perfect excuse.” He pressed his lips against Lane’s. Lane closed his eyes as his own taste burst on his tongue. It was so sexy, knowing that Gabe just drained him dry. Fuck, if he wasn’t leaning against the wall, he didn’t know if he’d be able to stand.

Gabe broke off the kiss. “Here.” He dropped something into Lane’s swim trunks, then brushed his fingers over Lane’s cock.

“Jesus,” Lane murmured.

Gabe laughed and stepped away. “That’s my business card.” He nodded to Lane’s pocket. “Give me a call tomorrow and we can set it up.”

“Okay.”

“Good.” Gabe took another step back and raked his gaze over Lane’s body. “Good,” he repeated.

Lane watched Gabe retreat from the alley and tried to catch his breath. When the handsome man had disappeared around the corner, Lane pulled out the business card.

Gabe Norris—graduate student—Paddleboard Instructor.

Lane held the card next to his chest and tried to gather his wits. Holy hell, that was fantastic. The fact that Gabe wanted to repeat the performance with Becca present blew Lane’s mind. He couldn’t miss such a great opportunity. Sure there would be risks to taking part in such a sexual adventure, but the reward was well worth it. Lane would just have to guard his heart and make sure that, when the emotional fallout happened, he’d be one of the ones left standing.

Chapter Five

“Sorry I’m late.” Hannah slid into the seat across from Becca. “The appointment took longer than expected.”

“Did you like the apartment?” Becca asked.

“Oh Becky,” Hannah sighed and wrapped her hands around her coffee cup. “The apartment is beautiful. Twice the space of my old place. I have no idea how we’re going to afford it though. Declan says not to worry but…” she shrugged. “I guess I can’t help myself. It’s a lot of money on a teaching assistant’s salary.”