Cured by Pleasure (3 page)

“Her exact words were, ‘lucky woman’,” Asher assured him. “Damn near made me come in my slacks. I’ve never been so happy to wear a lab coat as I have these past three weeks.”

They all agreed with that statement.

“And you don’t think she’s in a relationship right now?” Spencer asked.

“I heard Mags asking her about a boyfriend on her first day,” Beck answered, referring to their office manager. “Deja told her she didn’t have one at the moment, but she had hope.”

“That could mean anything,” Spencer said. “She could be seeing someone.”

“If she is, then she doesn’t consider him a boyfriend, and that’s good enough for me,” Beck assured him. “We’ve already had this argument, Spencer. What are you so afraid of?”

He was afraid of losing more than he could afford to with Deja. Like his heart. He’d never had this feeling before seducing another woman into their bed, and they were only discussing seducing Deja at the moment.

She made him think of the fairytales he’d read to his sisters when they were all growing up. She made him think maybe there was something to all the happily-ever-after bullshit.

“Nothing,” he shook his head as much to discard his unwanted thoughts as to answer Beck’s question. “I just want to be sure before we do this, make sure we’re all ready for the potential fallout.”

“Christ, the things I want to do to her,” Asher stated with a groan. “I’m pretty sure they’re illegal in most states.”

Beck laughed, and Spencer felt his lips twitching as well. As if having three men in her bed wasn’t taboo enough, they all had their own even more perverse needs as well.

“All right then,” Spencer said, coming to his feet. “Beck you get her into the conference room with new paperwork. Asher will start the conversation with her, feel her out.” Asher was always the smoothest talker of the three of them. “And if she is willing, we’ll head back to the loft for the night.”

The loft was their apartment in town, a penthouse suite that afforded them all the privacy they needed for a night of debauchery. If things went any further, they might take her to their home out of town where they spent their weekends. But he was getting ahead of himself.

The knock at the door had them all nodding quickly in agreement before Spencer answered.

“Come in.”

And wouldn’t you know it. Deja’s head poked around the door.

“Well, if it isn’t my three favorite doctors.”

Was it just him or did her voice seem a little huskier?

“Three?” Beck prompted, moving toward her. He tugged her into the room, pulling her hand to his chest. “It’s okay. They can handle the truth. You don’t have to pretend I’m not your favorite.”

She giggled, and Spencer felt it all the way to his balls. Beck could get away with such easy flirtation. Everyone knew he was a flirt. The office playboy they called him. Few people knew just how serious Beck could get. If things worked out, Deja would.

“I would guess you all have your selling points, Beck,” Deja suggested. “I doubt anyone could choose just one of you as her favorite.”

Did she have any clue just what that statement did to them? To him? His dick was almost weeping with joy. Wouldn’t that just be embarrassing? Like it wasn’t difficult enough walking around with a perpetual hard-on. Now, he’d have to worry about a wet spot because he couldn’t keep his control.

“Did you need something?” Spencer asked and flushed when she gave him a startled look. Could he have come across as more of a prick? If his friends’ looks were anything to go by, the answer was no. But Deja smiled at him with no fear.

“It’s my last day,” she stated in that husky voice again. “I wanted to tell you how much I’ve enjoyed working here the last three weeks. It’s been such a pleasure getting to know you three. I hope you’ll keep me in mind, if anything else comes up.”

He’d lost his mind. He swore her eyes had dipped to his cock when she’d said the last two words, and she’d put emphasis on them. He vowed if he ever got her agreement, he’d fuck her until neither of them could move. Then he’d fuck her some more just because he doubted he could be near her and not be inside her once she agreed to allow him the privilege. All he needed was one small word from her.
Yes. Yes, I want you. Yes, I need you. Yes, please fuck me. Yes. Yes. Yes.

“Are you okay, Spencer?” Deja asked.

Christ, he’d groaned out loud. Beck was doing his best to hold in a snicker, damn him. And Asher was grinning ear to ear. He’d never lost his control like this with any other woman. Maybe it would be better if Deja wasn’t interested. She just might be his undoing.

“He’s fine,” Beck answered for him. “I can personally guarantee you we’ll keep you in mind if anything should come up, anything at all.”

Spencer almost groaned again. The innuendo was ripe in this conversation, and they all knew it. Deja’s eyes met his again, and she gave him a smile and a wink. Her pink tongue peeked out from between her lush lips and coated them with moisture. He wanted that moisture on his lips, his cock. Hell, he just wanted it anywhere she wanted to lick him.

“Well, then I’ll let you guys get back to whatever you were discussing before I interrupted.”

His eyes weren’t the only ones that dropped to her ass as she turned to head out the door. She put an extra bit of sway and bounce into those luscious globes. Fuck him, he’d never been so close to coming with just a glance. Hell, he’d yet to even touch her ass. He wanted to go to his knees and worship hers. He wanted to lick the sweet curves. Shape and mold them with his hands. He wanted to spread them and use his fingers to lube that sweet ass for his cock. Then he wanted to take his time working his shaft inside, so slow she was begging him to fuck her before he was even all the way in. Oh, he had it bad.

“Lush lips, lush ass, and all that hair.” Asher grunted. “I swear she’s starred in every jack-off fantasy I’ve had since I first laid eyes on her.”

“Do you remember Jacquie?” Beck asked, and Spencer gave him a startled glance.

“Where did that come from?”

“She makes me wish she was our first and only woman,” Beck stated with a shrug.

“Nah,” Asher disagreed. “She’ll enjoy it more for our experience.” Then he laughed. “Christ, I remember Jacquie and that first night with her. I about shit my pants when she came on to me. I was afraid Spencer was going to deck me, even though she was the one who grabbed me.”

Spencer shrugged as he let the memory wash over him. “I knew she was interested in more than just me.”

“So, why’d you agree that night?” Beck asked. “She was your date. You didn’t have to share.”

“The lady wanted it,” Spencer answered. And that had been what prompted the initial agreement. Honestly, he hadn’t been sure if he would participate or not. But he’d planned to watch.

“That’s always been you’re answer,” Asher stated but shook his head. “But you didn’t have to give her what she wanted. Hell, I remember her dropping to her knees and reaching for my cock, sucking it through my shorts. The whole time she was looking at you, gauging your reaction. I was too.”

Spencer shifted his shoulders. “I was curious at first, wondering how far she’d go.”

“I’m not sure there was anything she wouldn’t have done,” Beck said with a low moan. “The woman was a sex goddess.”

Asher nodded in agreement.

“It was the pleasure on her face,” Spencer admitted. “Watching her, seeing how much she wanted it, all of us. Then seeing her face when we took turns, when she talked us into taking her at the same time. She practically glowed with pleasure.”

“There’s nothing more beautiful than watching a woman’s face during sex and knowing you put that look there, that lustful glaze in her eyes,” Asher added.

“When I walked in the door and saw her on her knees sucking Asher, while you were watching.” Beck shook his head. “Fuck. It was like walking on the set of a porno. Then she pointed at me and gave me that come here wiggle with her finger.”

“She corrupted us,” Spencer grunted.

And she had. Jacquie had taught them how to share, how to pleasure, and even when she’d moved on, they’d continued to share. Every woman they found who was willing to try, they shared. Some stayed for a while, some only for the night. But none had stuck permanently. Spencer wondered if one ever would.

“What a way to be corrupted,” Beck stated with a contented sigh.

They all stood there in silence. Spencer didn’t know if they were remembering the past or thinking of the future. For him, it didn’t matter how they’d gotten on this path. They were on it, didn’t plan to change it, and that was fine with him. He’d discovered he liked watching his woman with his best friends. He had no doubt Asher and Beck felt the same. Take it or leave it, that was them, and more than one woman had taken and found her first orgasm with them.

“Thirty minutes, Beck,” he prompted, looking at the clock on the wall.

“I’ll get her to stay,” Beck grunted as he pulled the door open and stepped out.

“I hope so,” Asher said, and Spencer nodded his agreement.

Yes or no. They’d have their answer very soon.

Chapter Three

Deja did her best to contain her laughter as Beck informed her he’d accidently shredded her paperwork and needed her to stick around to fill it out again. She knew what he was up to. She’d stood at the door, eavesdropping until one of the nurses had stepped around the corner. She’d heard enough of their conversation to realize they planned to seduce her. She couldn’t wait to see them in action. Her panties might just catch fire.

“Thanks for being such a good sport, Deja,” Beck said as he pulled the chair out and put a folder of papers in front of her. She could have reminded him he could send any papers they might need to her employer, but where was the fun in that?

“No problem, Beck,” she assured him. “I’ll just fill these out real quick before I head out.”

“Big plans tonight?”

She did laugh then. For a moment, she thought of telling him yes just to see what he’d do. But she didn’t. She planned to let them seduce her, but she wasn’t going to make it seem too easy. Men appreciated what they had to work for more than what just landed in their laps. She’d learned that lesson loud and clear in her last two attempts at a relationship.

They’d been okay guys, but she’d been too eager, too willing to jump when they said. She’d cancel plans when they made a last minute call, instead of telling them no. And both Skye and Melda had called her on it more than once. She’d never do that again. Not for any man. Skye had been right when she’d said sometimes it was all about the chase. Skye should know. She’d had Rance panting after her for years now. When he wasn’t off somewhere with his job at the Federal Bureau of Investigations, he was sniffing around Skye.

Besides, she’d decided maybe she just wasn’t cut out for a relationship. Sex was a totally different matter. She wanted sex, craved it. And Melda was right. Here was a chance to make her ultimate sexual fantasy come true. Opportunity didn’t usually knock twice. She planned to make the most of this one.

Please let all the rumors be true!

“Deja?” Beck broke into her thoughts.

She glanced up at him and noticed the concern in his eyes. He was worried she might have other plans. She had plans all right, but he played one of the three leads in them.

“It’s no problem. My only plans were to change and head out somewhere for dinner. I’m famished.” She smiled at him, flicking her tongue out to wet her lips. She was famished for him. For Spencer and Asher. She wanted to lick them from head to toe, stopping and paying extra attention to all the really great parts of them.

“Meeting anyone or going solo?”

“Solo,” she offered, then lifted her brow as if the idea had only just occurred to her. “Unless you’d like to join me?”

He cleared his throat, and she watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down. “Well…”

“As long as you don’t mind three men for dinner?” Asher answered as he entered the conference room.

Three men for dinner. She had no problem letting her imagination go there. Them taking turns eating her pussy while she sucked their cocks. Holy fuck! She could feel her juices coating her labia and soaking into her panties.

“My three favorite doctors?”

Asher grinned and nodded before leaning back against the table beside her. “I was just telling Spencer to hurry up, so we could grab a bite. No sense in you eating all by yourself.”

“I’d love to have dinner with you,” she almost purred her agreement. “But I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes.”

“Whose toes are you worried about?” Beck asked.

“Well, some women tend to be possessive, even over things like an innocent dinner.”

Oh, she really hoped it wasn’t an innocent dinner.

“None of us are seeing anyone at the moment, Deja,” Asher assured her. “In fact, you’ll have us all to yourself if you agree to dinner.”

She couldn’t prevent the way her nipples tightened at his words and pressed against her top. And she didn’t bat an eyelash when both of them dropped their gazes to notice. She gave Asher credit for only taking a glimpse before moving his gaze right back to her eyes. He shifted beside her, and she wondered if his cock was hard.

“I’d love to have dinner with all of you,” she answered.

Beck reached down and scooped the folder and papers up. “Why don’t we just take this with us for you to do later? I’d never risk delaying a famished woman.”

She grinned, just couldn’t help it. Hell, the verbal foreplay with them was better than the entire three months she’d spent with the last guy she’d dated. And she used the term dated loosely. Mostly they’d just had sex, when he wanted. He hadn’t even been that good. But once she had sex she became a needy bitch, wanting it as often as she could get it. Three men should more than satisfy her.

“Well, then,” she said as she pushed back from the table and stood up. “Why don’t you take me and,” she let her gaze dip to the floor, “feed me.” She lifted her gaze back to his and held her breath at the flush of lust on his face. Beck wanted her.