Cold as Ice (3 page)

She didn’t feel like she could get anything besides a squeak out, so she moved to the other arm. When that was done she covered his upper half up again—a pity—and tucked the sheet around his injured leg. A faint, yellowing bruise remained from where he’d blocked a shot at close range a few weeks ago. She touched it gently and asked, “Do you want me to stay away from it totally or just massage lightly?”

“The muscles are pretty sore, so go for it. Plus,” Carter added, grinning, “I’m a big boy. I can take anything you dish out.”

“Oh, you think so?” She couldn’t stop the crack from leaving her mouth, but wanted to kick herself once it was out there.

Carter pinned her with a stare. “I know so.”

She took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. “I’ll try not to press down on the bruised area, but if it hurts I want you to tell me.”

Luckily the rest of the massage passed without too much excitement, even though Carter continued to make very sex-like sounds that she studiously ignored, and then she practically chased him out of her room. She had one massage between him and Jake and wasn’t sure she’d survive much more teasing and innuendo. Shaking her head in a vain attempt to clear her cluttered thoughts, she stripped the sheets off the table and remade it to get ready for her next client.

* * * *

Jake climbed out of the car and made his way to Eva’s room. The door was ajar, and he rapped on it a few times before opening it. “Honey, I’m home!” He’d decided to feel her out before deciding what tack to take with her.

Eva laughed, though her eyes looked wistful for the slightest moment before they cleared again. “How are you? Good mood?”

“Great mood. We won last night.”

“I heard. Your linemates were here earlier.”

“Yeah, they mentioned they were coming in today. Smart men, I’ve always said.”

Eva giggled and his groin tightened. He had enough trouble keeping the hard-on at bay when he was around Eva without her doing adorable things. Jake gave her a surreptitious once-over. She was wearing casual khaki cargo pants with ties on the bottom of the legs, Crocs, and a tight black tank top that showed off her toned body. Her full lips were slathered in some sort of shiny gloss he’d kill to lick off, and her dark eyes were regarding him with what he could swear was more than casual interest, but maybe it was just wishful thinking. The other guys
had
said she seemed attracted to them and receptive to being shared.

I would die happy if I could taste her, even for one night.

Eva cleared her throat and Jake pulled his mind out of the gutter with difficulty. “So do you wanna tell me what’s bothering you today?”

“Bothering me?”

“Yeah. What hurts?” she prompted, and he shook his head a little.

Concentrate, buddy.

“Well, my back isn’t great.”

She was making notes and didn’t look up. “Anything else?”

My cock aches every time I see you…

“No, nothing else particularly.”

“Okay, then we’ll start you on your stomach so I can concentrate my time on your back.” She rose and went to the door. “Get comfy and I’ll knock in a few minutes.”

He removed every stitch of clothing and lay down on the massage table. The stress of playing, of trying to meet fan expectations, and his own naturally competitive spirit seemed to melt right into the table, and by the time Eva came back he was already so relaxed he’d almost forgotten he was supposed to be on a mission to find out her feelings on being shared. She started to work on him, and he felt himself relax even more. He’d get the intelligence they needed, but right now he was going to enjoy the feeling of having her hands on him.

During the course of the massage he made a few more suggestive comments than he normally would have, and she hadn’t slapped him or backed away in horror, which made him think Luc was right. She was interested. But how interested?

He went home after the massage and called both Carter and Luc. They agreed to keep up the subtle, fact-finding mission at each of their appointments over the next few weeks to see how she reacted. After hanging up with Carter, Jake sat down on his couch and blew out a loud breath. Eva was different from the other girls they’d screwed around with. For one thing, that was mostly done on the road and to simply scratch an itch. For another, they didn’t know those girls like they knew Eva.

Jake had to be careful. He knew he had a tendency to fall hard for girls, but that wasn’t what this thing with Eva was all about, and he would do well to remember that. Turning on the television, he settled into his comfy couch to watch one of his favorite action movies.

A few weeks later, Eva turned him over and began to work on his legs. As she lowered her head, an image of her sucking him, the whole length of his cock pressed into her mouth while Luc took her pussy and Carter her ass made his cock harden instantly, and he had to will it down. She hadn’t seemed to notice, so he decided to push things a little. He was losing his mind having her so close and not being able to touch her.

As the guys had gone to see her over the past couple of weeks, they’d ramped up their comments and actions. Maybe today would be the day. Only one way to find out. How she reacted to what he was about to do would determine where he’d go from there. Taking his arms out from underneath the sheet, he pressed down from both sides, drawing the material tight over his crotch. There was no mistaking his erection. Now he watched her. Eva’s face colored. “You all right, honey?”

“Fine.” The word came out breathlessly, and Jake smiled to himself. She wasn’t unaffected.

Since she hadn’t run screaming from the room, he decided to take a page from Luc’s dirty-talking book. “So, is it possible to do cock massages?” Eva stumbled, and he shot up to catch her, pulling her into his embrace, unable to stand not touching her. The sheet slid down and his dick made its presence known, the head poking up from where the material pooled at his thighs. “Whoa there, hon, be careful. Do you need to sit down?”

“N–no, just gimme a minute.”

“Take your time.” Eva liked the dirty talk. Who knew? It was hard to keep the amusement out of his voice, but he thought he succeeded. She pushed away from him, keeping her gaze averted.

“Can you—” She turned away and seemed to be doing battle with herself. He smiled again.

“Can I what?”

Eva cleared her throat, and he really had to try to keep his expression neutral. This was more fun than he’d had in ages. “Can you lie back down and cover up?”

“Does seeing my cock bother you?”

She spun toward him but apparently thought better of it, as she immediately turned away again. “No, of course not. I mean, I work on male clients all the time. It’s just…distracting.”

“My dick is distracting.”

“Yes! It’s so—”

“Large?” She barked out a laugh and he saw her spare a quick peek at him.
Bingo.
“Are you afraid of me, honey?”

“Not of you, no.”

“Then what
are
you afraid of?”

“I’m not afraid of anything.” She pushed out a breath. “Am I just imagining things, or are all three of you blatantly hitting on me?”

Jake considered her and decided to tell the truth. “You aren’t imagining things.”

“Luc mentioned you guys share women. Is that true?” Eva pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, and his cock did its best to move toward her. Her eyes darted to his groin again.

“Yes, it’s true. And we’d like to share you. But if you’re not into it, we won’t push. You’re too important to us to just use and throw away.” It was only right to give her an out at this point.

“I…might be interested. I’ve had a couple of ménages a trois, and they were fun. But three guys? Wow.”

Interesting. She’s had a ménage…

He felt a pinch of something akin to jealousy that it wasn't them introducing her to the pleasures of a ménage, but forced it away.
Jake turned and sat on the table, his feet hanging off the side. He purposely didn’t cover up and was now naked. Eva was standing in profile to him, staring at the wall as if the meaning of life was written on it, and he watched the little pulse point in her neck hammer away. Time to get the others involved.

“Look, I should call the other guys. They deserve to be part of this conversation.”

“What conversation, exactly?”

“The one where we talk about what’s going to happen here.”

“Here?” she squeaked out.

Now Jake grinned. “If you want to. Do you have fantasies about being taken here? Maybe on your own massage table?” He reached down to run his hand over it, and her gaze followed the movement. “Kinky. You know, you can have anything you want, honey. We want you to be happy. Very, very happy.”

“Oh, God.”

Jake hopped off the table and winced as his dick bounced against his stomach. Reaching into his jeans, he texted Luc.

Get down here, NOW. She’s interested.

A few seconds later he got an answer from Luc.

On our way.

Jake turned toward Eva, and she snapped her gaze up from his ass. “They’re coming.” Then he laughed. “Well, not right now, actually, but hopefully soon.”

Eva colored again. “Can you, you know, get dressed or something?”

“Is my nakedness disturbing you?”

“I can’t think when you’re not wearing clothes, and I need to think about this.”

Jake nodded. “Fair enough.” He slipped into his boxers and then his jeans. He was just buttoning his shirt when a sharp knock came at the door. Reaching over, he opened it. “Hey.”

Luc and Carter made their way in, slowly, as if Eva was a snake getting ready to strike. “So?” Luc said.

“She wants to talk about it,” Jake explained.

Eva blew out a breath. “Can you guys sit down? This feels so weird. With all three of you here there’s hardly room for oxygen.”

Jake sat in the guest chair where his clothes had been, and the other two guys climbed up on opposite ends of the massage table. Eva remained standing. “You work fast,” Carter murmured to Jake, who shrugged.

Luc started the conversation. “I think you know now that all three of us are interested in you.” Eva nodded and Luc continued. “We aren’t looking for a one-time fuck. If we were we wouldn’t do that with someone classy like you anyway, and we haven’t done it at all for a while now. It’s lost its appeal. I won’t say we never did, but lately the three of us have been looking for something different. Something more.”

“More?” Eva repeated.

Jake broke in. “We’re all getting a little older, some more than others.” He raised an eyebrow in Carter’s direction, but his friend just grinned. “Being with different girls all the time no longer interests us.”