Fill Her Up (Daly Way Series, Book Three) (5 page)

Sim pinched her clit, and she cried out around Patrick’s shaft. Sim’s tongue flicked across her folds while his fingers plunged into her. Ribbons of erotic bliss twisted through her as Sim filled her, but she wanted Patrick fully pleasured, too.

Rolling her eyes upward, she studied his face. Eyes closed and lips parted from the sensations running through him, he guided her forward and back on his cock. Her tongue stroked along the thick veins in his arousal, tasting every bit of the rigid length. Twisting free a hand, she reached for his balls. He growled his approval as she cupped the full sac.

Suddenly, another hand joined hers as she fondled Patrick. Sim. She laughed around Patrick’s cock. Her other man was ready to stake a claim. Delighted at Sim’s action, she let her fingers slip away.

“Fuck,” Patrick swore. He surged deep in her mouth. Hot seed spewed into her throat. Swallowing convulsively, she struggled not to moan as Sim redoubled his efforts at her cunt. His fingers pounded in and out. He curled them into her g-spot, sending pleasurable shocks through her.

Patrick pulled free his semi-erect cock as a shattering climax ripped through her. Her scream echoed off the bricks surrounding them, momentarily drowning out the pounding of the rain on the skylight. Then a buzz filled her hearing, muffling everything as a second wave jolted over her.

Patrick reached down and twisted her nipples, heightening the sensations that sizzled down her limbs. Sim lapped frantically at her cream, only drawing more and more. Her fingers fisted into the cushions as she shook.

Finally, gasping for breath, she sank backward and sprawled without a care for ladylike grace or propriety. How had she neglected this for so long?

Before she had time to consider, Patrick twisted to glare over his shoulder at Sim who sat back on his heels and out of immediate reach.

“What the hell, man?” Patrick exclaimed.

Sim lifted an eyebrow and smirked. “What? You didn’t like it?”

Though her view of Patrick was in profile, she saw his forehead crease in a scowl, but he didn’t answer—unless one counted the low growl from deep in his throat a reply. Rising, he scooped her up and headed toward the back of the ranch-style house. She kicked off her shoes, socks and the clothing that had remained bunched about her ankles. From the look on Patrick’s face, she wouldn’t be needing the garments any time soon.

It amazed her how easily she’d fallen into this. Despite the abnormal circumstances and the way Patrick had manhandled her over here, she felt safe and completely at ease.

She should have remembered Patrick’s determination. He’d always surged forward like lightning, tackling everything headfirst, without hesitation. If she’d known he was here, she might not have come back to Daly. The prospect of being the three in their threesome still scared her. She’d fought too hard for her life. She wouldn’t exist for only sex and procreation—well, beyond this weekend. The sex was mighty fine right now.

And she knew she would have come back. Her father needed her. But she wouldn’t have stopped at the gas station. She would have avoided Patrick O’Keefe and Simeon Germaine like they were the plague. Deep down, she would have known this would happen. And damn, it was scary when she wasn’t in the middle of it. Hopefully they’d keep her too busy to think all weekend.

God knew, Patrick’s flesh pressed to her was making it near impossible right now.

To her surprise, he carried her through an open sliding glass door and onto his back porch. Cold rain slapped against her bare skin as he walked to a second door, kitty-corner to where they’d exited and adjacent to an in-ground pool that centered a privacy-fenced yard.

Heat and the smell of cedar filled her senses as they entered, and muted red light illuminated the space that was big enough for several large men to sprawl. A dry sauna. Every bone in her body seemed to melt as he strode across the planked floor and the heavenly warmth seeped into her limbs.

“This is nice,” she groaned, enjoying the sensation.

“I spend time here every night after work. Relaxing. Gathering my thoughts. I turned it on when I went to shower.”

She could imagine spending time here with him. The sweat would roll off them as the air grew more sultry with each touch… Their bodies undulating together as they made love, Sim touching them both…

Verity gasped as Patrick set her down on one of the heated bench. There were two, set in an upper and lower tier. She leaned back against the upper one, while Patrick walked to a stand near the door and grabbed a folded towel he must have put there earlier.

“You weren’t planning to play without me?” Sim said as he brushed past Patrick and closed the door, shutting out the rain.

“Of course not,” the other man answered, a spark of confusion flickering in his face. “Just keep your hands to yourself.” Warily, he watched his friend and stayed near the door. Obviously, he knew it was Sim’s touch that had pushed him and he wasn’t sure what to make of it. It would definitely be interesting to see where this went.

Patrick was on the run, but his reaction when Sim had purposefully cupped his balls, told Sim all he need to know. He was gaining not one but two lovers this weekend.

He sank onto the bench beside Verity while Patrick lingered near the door. The poor guy was in a spiral. Too bad. He’d had Sim in a turmoil for years. And Sim was sick of hiding how he felt. This might not be the best of times with Verity just coming into their lives, but the second Patrick had called about her return, Sim had seen an opportunity.

He’d already been contemplating his situation with Patrick for months. With Verity’s return, it was more important than ever. They all needed to know the lay of the land right up front, and Verity needed to know the men in her life were also into each other—well, he
hoped
Patrick would be into him and that they’d be the men in her life.

At any rate, he knew he got under the man’s skin. He almost laughed as Patrick spent an inordinate amount of time near the door. Obviously, Patrick thought it was safe there. Hardly. Given the chance, Sim would nail him against the wall…right there…next to the door.

He slid an arm around Verity as he studied the man who’d filled his wet dreams since he was old enough to get an erection. When they were in the military, at the height of Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, Sim had been petrified someone would discover his attraction to his best friend—attraction? It was more like gnawing need. It hadn’t happened, but it had become clear all too soon that he needed to get out and get away from Patrick. It wasn’t until last year that he’d given up and moved back here.

“I’m not going to bite you,” he told Patrick.
Not yet anyway
.

Patrick raised an eyebrow, his look clearly stating he’d pummel Sim if he tried. They’d just see. Better to ignore Patrick for now and focus on Verity.

He turned to her. “But you…” He nipped at her shoulder. “You I bite bite.”

She laughed as he grasped her firm waist and pulled her to straddle him. God, she felt good. How could it be possible to want a man so much yet love the feel of her just as much?

Her hands landed on his shoulders. Tipping back her head and exposing the long, creamy line of her neck, she slid along his engorged cock. The bare tip of his cock caught at her opening. Her moisture coated his erection as she made a needy sound, rocking against him. A condom! They both groaned as he pulled away. With a breath less of control, he’d be in her and fucking her hard, damn the consequences.

His fingers tightened on her hips as he moved her infinitesimally away from temptation. Her breath washed across his cheek as she laughed and leaned into his ear.

“You know what I’d really like to see,” she murmured then gasped as the head of his shaft pushed against her clit. “What I’d really like is to see him sucking your cock.”

His cock jolted.

“Jesus, Patrick,” he said through his teeth, “please tell me you have protection.”

Still scowling, his friend whipped a packet at him, and Sim plucked it from the air. He couldn’t spare enough attention from Verity to deal with Patrick’s irate mood. He didn’t care which of them he fucked right now. He needed them both.

Her eyes flickered with excitement as he held her gaze and ripped open the foil wrapper with his teeth. Quickly, he sheathed himself and lifted her. Even the touch of his hand was too much. How long would he last once he was inside her?

Her breath hissed from her as he lined up with her opening. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders then slowly, so, so slowly, she lowered herself down his length.

He closed his eyes, glorying in the heat of her tight cunt gloving him. So wet. So fiery hot. Neither of them moved for a moment, save for the quivering muscles in her channel as it hugged him.

She was the perfect woman for them—a little shy but a little shocking; sweet but naughty. She was a diametrical contradiction. She’d keep them on their toes, that’s for sure—if he could convince her to stay with them. Patrick seemed content for a weekend. Sim wasn’t.

He knew he could fuck her forever. His breath stalled as she moved over him. Sweet heaven on earth! He wouldn’t survive her. He tipped his head onto the bench behind him and closed his eyes as he focused all his attention on her cunt enveloping his cock. The friction as they moved together. The need boiling in his balls…

His hands flexed on her waist, holding her still, he shoved upward into her.

“Yes!” she gasped as his pubis ground against her clit. Leaning forward, she kissed him. His tongue thrust against hers, claiming her mouth as his cock claimed her body. Already sweat bloomed across their skin as their exertions mixed with the sultry heat of the sauna. She felt so perfect undulating against him, her belly muscles flexing with her movements and her breasts crushed to his chest.

She whimpered into his mouth, and he knew Patrick had joined them. The backs of Patrick’s hand brushed Sim’s chest as Patrick worked his hands between them and kneaded her pert mounds. Was he purposely grazing Sim’s nipples?

Pulling from his mouth, Verity tipped her head back against Patrick. She moaned as he tugged at her nipples. Sim wanted to moan, too. As he opened his eyes, the sight of his two lovers was breathtaking.

Verity arched into Patrick’s hands, responding audibly to his attention to the rosy peaks. Each tug caused a resultant clamp around Sim’s cock. Sim hazarded a glance into Patrick’s stormy eyes. He knew. The man knew what he was doing, how he was causing her to clench on Sim.

Sim pretended as if he didn’t know—damn, Verity felt so good around him. So tight. So wet.

His hands slid from her hips to her ass, adjusting her angle and digging into her feminine cheeks. He spread her, exposing the tiny opening there. It was the only way he’d felt Patrick’s cock and women loved it.

Abandoning, one of her breasts, Patrick reached for Verity’s ass. Sim supposed from her hoarse cry that Patrick was caressing her there. Verity rode Sim harder, clenching, milking his cock as sensations assailed her. His climax loomed, and he fought it, wanting to last and wanting more of the delicious torment the pair unwittingly dealt him.

Still, with a howl, he emptied inside Verity. He reached for her, kissing this blessed woman harshly and claiming her. She was the link. She was special, and he vowed to treat her as such from this moment on. He didn’t want to end this, no matter what Patrick decided.

Verity melted against him, and Sim cradled her tightly against his sweat-drenched chest. They were all perspiring.

“Too hot,” he muttered, feeling a little as if tiny ants were crawling all over him and not wanting any of them to pass out from the sauna. Post-release, Verity seemed positively limp. Her dark hair clung to her flushed face, where moisture beaded on her upper lip and forehead.

Patrick swept her damp bangs from her forehead and kissed her temple. “Want to go on the porch to cool off?”

Verity nodded. “Not too much,” she murmured. “I want you, too. I want the whole thing. The whole ménage experience. Both of you touching me at once. All weekend.”

“You’ll get it,” he promised.

Sim caught Patrick’s gaze over her shoulder. “Definitely.”

If it was the only way to be close to Patrick, he’d take it.

Patrick lifted Verity from Sim’s impressive, semi-erect cock. Hiking her against his chest, he carried her to the porch. She startled at the cold pelt of rain on her skin, and the hold around Patrick’s heart tightened. The droplets beaded on her flesh, streaming in rivulets over her creamy skin. She grinned, not bothering to worry about the rain soaking her hair and drenching her. He’d always appreciated her lack of pretention.

“It’s so cold after being in there,” she said. Goose bumps sprouted on her skin, but her hand was still warm as she placed it in the middle of his chest. Trembling, she cuddled close to him.

“Cold!” she shrieked as he set her on the wide lounger beside the pool. The plastic covered cushions didn’t absorb water and would pillow their bodies. Unfortunately, they were also puddle ridden.

“I’ll heat you up again,” he promised.

“I’m counting on it,” she shuddered, her teeth chattering as he crawled over her and pulled her close. Eager for his turn to bring her pleasure, he settled between her thighs. Her heat beckoned to him, and his cock hardened fully as he settled against her. Sim scooted in beside them and dropped a handful of condoms on the table next to the lounger. Other than acknowledging the protection, Patrick ignored Sim as best he could and focused on the one who was really important here. Verity. Their Verity, who’d finally come home. She’d grown so beautiful…