FriendlySeduction (4 page)

Marc woke with a start. A tingling sensation washed over his
body. Someone was in the room. Scanning the shadows, his gaze landed on a
figure sitting in the armchair in the corner.

“Fuck! You scared the shit out of me,” Marc grumbled.

“Yeah, well, we’re even. I never did peg you for a weasel.
But I guess I should’ve known better, huh?”

“Jesus, man. It’s too fucking early.”

“That’s what I thought when I woke up to the sunrise with a
splitting headache and a crick in my neck.” Rob raised a hand to rub his neck.
“What happened last night?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No, I remember. I’m just not sure if some of it really
happened or…”

“The kiss in the pickup?”

“So that was real, huh?” A smug grin swept across Rob’s face
that even the morning’s dimness couldn’t hide.

“Don’t get too cocky. You fell asleep on her. I don’t think
she was impressed.”

“And you left me in the pickup all night. You fucker!”

Marc tensed and waited to see what Rob would do next. They
hadn’t fought since the fingerpaint scuffle in kindergarten. But he would do
whatever it took to make Sara his. Friends be damned.

Rob sighed and dropped his head into his hands. His words
were muffled by his fingers. “So what happened? She chose you?”

“No. I left her in the guest room. I didn’t want to make her
choose between us when she was drunk.”

“She wasn’t drunk.”

“She was tipsy. Did you see her toddling on her high heels?
She could hardly walk. And she tasted of
beer
.” Sara didn’t like beer.
Whiskey, tequila, rum were her drinks of choice. She must’ve been really wasted
if she drank a beer.

Rob smirked. “She’s never worn heels. You know that, and as
for the beer… I’m afraid I’m to blame for that.”

Marc choked as he caught Rob’s meaning. Man, he should have
known.

“Wait! How’d you know what she tasted like?”

Marc merely smirked in reply.

Rob scowled. “So it’s like that, huh?”

Marc grunted. “Still, she couldn’t have been exactly sober
when she made the decision to give her virginity to that jackass.” He clenched
his jaw, remembering the scene in the parking lot.

“Virginity? Shit, I forgot about that!”

“Yeah, well, it’s kind of hard for me to forget when I had
to practically save her from being raped by that punk.”

“
What?
” Rob bolted to his feet and made for the door.

“Hold up there, John McClane. I took care of it. Actually
Sara took care of it. Come on, I’ll tell you about it while we make breakfast.
And then we’ll wake up Sara. I think we both want to hear from her.”

“And you didn’t kick the little fucker’s ass?” Rob couldn’t
believe what he was hearing. “If I’d been there, that punk wouldn’t be able to
find his dick. Or his hands. If I’d been there—”

“But you weren’t.” Marc glared back.

Rob shut his mouth.

“You were busy drowning your sorrows at the bar.
I
was the one who found Sara being attacked in the parking lot.
I
was the
one who helped her get away.
I
was the one who decided it was more
important to get her out of there rather than satisfy my bloodlust.”

Rob really didn’t have a comeback for that. Marc was right,
he was being an ass. “I’m sorry, man. You’re right.”

“Damn straight.” Marc turned back to the stove and the
popping bacon.

Rob sighed. “So I guess there’s really no question, is
there? She’s going to pick you.”

His gut clenched at the thought of not being with Sara. He’d
waited so long that to have his chance with her slip through his fingers was
almost more than he could tolerate. He clenched his jaw. At least he lost her
to Marc. The thought held little comfort though. Maybe with time…

Fuck, who was he kidding? He didn’t think he could handle
living here, being friends with them while they enjoyed their life together. He
really wasn’t cut out to be a martyr.

Marc was silent as he fiddled with the frying pan. “I don’t
know if she’ll pick me.”

“But you were
the guy
. The one who held her in the
parking lot. The one who tucked her in last night. I’m the jackass that fell
asleep on her.” He silently cursed himself for being so stupid. If he could
kick his own ass, he would.

Marc chuckled. “Yeah, there is that.”

“Yeah…well, I hope you guys invite me to the wedding.” Fuck,
now he sounded like a pouty brat. Little wonder why Sara wasn’t going to pick
him. He didn’t like himself at the moment.

“Wedding? Who said anything about a wedding? We’re not even
dating yet. Hell, for all we know she’s going to pick you. Or neither of us.”

“Fuck, what are we going to do if she doesn’t pick either
one of us?”

“Come on, I saw that kiss in the truck—there was obvious
attraction there. She digs you. And at the bar…” Marc huffed, clearly not
pleased with the memory.

“Ah, man.” Rob swallowed a groan as he remembered their
dancing last night and the kiss later. That kiss had been so amazing he was
shocked he hadn’t dreamt it.

Marc was right—they had chemistry. He had felt the
attraction for a while. Obviously Sara felt the same. Too bad she’d dated the
douchebag for so long. They needed to make up for lost time.

He chuckled as his gaze swept the room and met the sight of
Marc standing over the stove. Rob’s grin slowly left his face. He couldn’t
forget Marc felt the same.

Or that Sara was also drawn to Marc. After all, she had
kissed him last night too.

Marc groaned. “When the hell did life get so complicated?”

“I don’t know.” Rob sighed while contemplating the tabletop
as if it held all the answers he needed. If only there was some way they could
all stay friends, no hurt feelings and yet he got the girl at the end of the
day. A glimmer of a not-so-distant memory gave him an idea. “What if we revisited
that weekend in Cabo?”

Marc scowled. “I thought we agreed to never discuss Cabo.”

“But I think Cabo’s the answer to our problem. You want her
to choose you. I want her to choose me…” He sent Marc a significant look,
waiting for him to fill in the blanks.

“Yes, Einstein. Welcome to our fucked-up situation.” Marc
glared. “Why would we want to screw it up even more by throwing Cabo into the
mix?”

Rob cleared his throat. “We’re older now. Learned some tough
lessons. Plus Sara is different from
her
—Sara’s levelheaded and mature.
I think she could handle it. She wouldn’t try to play one of us against the
other, unlike
some people
. It could work this time. How awesome would it
be if she didn’t have to choose?”

Sara opened her eyes as the smell of bacon surrounded her.
Ah, she was in heaven. First thing in the morning, she didn’t have to lift a
finger and breakfast was already made. Add a shirtless, ripped hunk to
hand-feed her, and her utopia would be complete.

She startled as her fantasy walked into the room with
fantasy man number two following on his heels. Sara groaned as she remembered
last night. And why she had been alone in a strange room. She fervently wished
for a nice black hole to open up in the ground and swallow her.

She peeked one eye open. Nope, no hole. Just two shirtless
hunks and one heaping plate of food. At least her last meal with her best buds
would be a memorable one. Eye candy combined with a yummy breakfast. If she
could swallow past the lump in her throat.

“Honey, don’t look like that.” Marc shoved the plate at Rob
then bounded to the bed. “It’ll be okay. We’ve talked it over while making
breakfast. Whoever you don’t choose…he’ll step aside.” He looked over at Rob
and his voice became strangled. “We’ll still be friends.”

“Don’t you see? I can’t choose.” Sara picked at the quilt,
her bottom lip trembling.

“Ah, honey. Don’t worry.” Marc drew her into his arms.
“It’ll all work out.”

“How? How can I choose one of you over the other? Whoever I
don’t choose—we won’t really be friends. It’ll be strange and awkward and
eventually we’ll drift away. I know it.”

“So you have chosen,” Rob finally spoke from across the room
as he dropped her plate on top of a dresser.

Sara drew back from Marc’s arms. “Haven’t you been
listening? I CAN’T!”

“But you have.” Rob shook his head. “You’ve already pictured
the future without one of us.”

“No, I’ve pictured the future without either of you and I
just can’t do it.” She buried her face in her hands. She couldn’t bear to look
at them.

“So there really isn’t one of us you like more? One of us
you’d rather be with?” The bed pressed down on her left as Rob sat down on her
other side.

“Gah!” Sara threw her hands in the air and glared at the two
of them. “That’s like asking me if I’d prefer a crème brûlée truffle over a
sticky toffee chocolate.”

Marc and Rob exchanged confused glances.

Sara rolled her eyes. “It’s a girl thing.”

“So what do we do? You want to date both of us?” Marc
chuckled weakly.

“That’s not a bad idea. What if you didn’t have to choose?”
Rob asked, looking straight at her.

Sara’s gaze bounced between them. Rob looked totally at ease
with the situation. Marc seemed…troubled. Unsure. He looked just as confused as
she felt.

“But I would eventually. I mean it’s not like we’re going to
live in a—what do you even call it? We wouldn’t be a couple, so what—a triad? A
trio?” Sara laughed uncomfortably.

“Why not? It could work,” Rob insisted.

“Come on! What would you tell the guys on the force, Rob? Or
your parents, Marc? So I’m with one of you guys and the other is just ‘the
roommate’? That’s not fair.”

“You don’t care about what your parents would think of this
relationship?” Rob pinned her with his gaze.

“It wouldn’t be a relationship, would it? I would date one
of you and cheat on him with the other. Someone will find out eventually—this
is a small town, after all—and then what?”

Rob shook his head. “We start out the way we want to go
forward. We’re open about it. If they don’t like it, tough shit.”

“But what about your families? What will they think about it?”

“My mom will love me no matter what.” Rob reached up and
brushed her hair off her face.

Sara felt a pang at his simple statement. What she wouldn’t
give to have her parents love her so unconditionally instead of their constant
nitpicking and judgments. The more they talked about the options, the more
settled Marc looked. Unlike her. She felt just as lost now as she had when she
woke up this morning.

Marc let loose a shuddering sigh. “I’m in. Especially if it
means I have you by my side.”

Sara was silent as she cast around for another excuse. She
couldn’t believe what they were talking about. How could they even…how would…
She blanked.

Rob rubbed a thumb across her wrinkled forehead. “What about
your family? Are you going to be okay with their reaction?”

“I don’t have to wonder how they’ll react. You guys remember
what they did to Jason and that was just a teen pregnancy. Not to say that it
wasn’t major. But it wasn’t… This is… There’s no way they could handle this.”
Geez, she was rambling. She drew a deep breath. “It’s not like they’re
supportive of me right now and I’m a virgin. At twenty-four! I could die a
virgin and they’d still have issues with my choice of men.”

“So would I,” Marc drawled.

Sara and Rob laughed. Marc’s comment lightened the tension
that had descended on them.

“So give it a chance,” Rob whispered.

“Give us a chance,” Marc finished.

Sara looked down, unable to meet their gazes. “H-how would
this work? I mean… So, I just date you two and sometimes I go into Rob’s
bedroom and other times I go with Marc?”
Damn, her complexion couldn’t hide
a thing if her stinging cheeks were anything to go by.

“Or you could sleep with both of us.”

“
At the same time?
B-but—how do we… What do we…
You’re not serious!”

Did Rob really just suggest a threesome? Okay, so it might
be her wildest fantasy come to life but there was no way Marc would agree to
it. She looked at him from the corner of her eye. He was sprawled next to her
on the bed without a care in the world.

A glimmer of a past conversation tweaked the back of her
mind. “But then that would mean that you all would have to be naked at the same
time. In the same bed. What did you call that, Marc? A devil’s threesome?” She
held up her right fist with the index and pinky fingers extended.

“Ah, come on, Sara. I was sixteen.” Marc rolled his eyes as
a dark-red hue swept his face. He was so cute when he was embarrassed.

“And it’s not like this is the first time we’ve done this.”

Silence enveloped the room. Sara couldn’t believe Rob’s
revelation. They had done
it
and she hadn’t known. She thought the three
of them had a close relationship. They shared practically everything. How could
they have hid that they were in a…she didn’t even know what to call it… A
polygamous affair? A ménage? A three-way relationship?

“When?” she croaked.

Marc glared at Rob.

“Just after graduation.” Marc ducked his head and avoided
their gazes.

“What he meant to say is, we did it once after graduation
with a girl Marc was seeing.”

“So that’s what happened in Cabo?” Her mind whirled as she
remembered that time six years ago.

To celebrate graduation, the guys vacationed in Mexico with
a few friends. She couldn’t attend due to lack of funds, plus her mother
threatened to throw her out if she went. Slumber parties with guys were a huge
no-no. Even if she had been over eighteen.

A tingling sensation swept over her scalp as she remembered
just who Marc had been dating at that time. “With
Bethany
?”

Marc nodded, suddenly mute.

It figured. Of anyone, it
had
to be Bethany. The bane
of her existence in high school. One of the golden crowd who thought they lived
better lives compared to little people like her. Truth be told, she was still a
tiny bit pissed Marc had even dated the witch. That tiny bit grew in light of
this new information.

Marc squeezed his way in to sit between her and the stack of
pillows behind her then pulled her close to him. “You more than anyone have to
understand we had sex lives before you—before this. Before we thought about you
this way… I, uh, damn it. You know what I mean.”

She turned slightly to look at his face. She had never seen
Marc so flustered. Smooth-talking, sexy-as-hell Marc was flustered over her.
Sara was bowled over by the thought. Now she just had to wipe away the vision
of Bethany sandwiched between her guys.

“I’ll forgive you on one condition.”

“Anything.”

“Dude, you’re giving away the farm before the bidding has
even started,” Rob said in disgust from his perch at the foot of the bed.

“It’s my farm.”

“Hey, I’m in this relationship too.”

“Guys? Guys! Half-naked chick in bed and kind of pissed at
you here, remember?”

“Sorry.”

“Sorry.” Marc squeezed her shoulder.

Sara’s lips quirked at their mumbled replies. Good to know
some things never changed. They still loved to get under each other’s skin. Now
if only she could see said skin… “Anyway, my condition—I think you need to kiss
it and make it better.”

Sara had to hold back a laugh at Marc’s expression. He
stared at her as if he didn’t understand English. He slowly started to lean
toward her, staring at her face as if he was afraid she’d change her mind. As
if.

Finally his mouth covered hers. The kiss started out gentle,
Marc’s lips moved softly over her. No hunger, no urgent need to brand her as
his. The striking contrast between last night’s harsh, urgent kiss and this
gentle, probing one was astounding. But still nice. And yet she found herself
missing the grinding need that captured her before with Marc. She never would
have believed he had such an almost violent need for her.

She pulled away. “What was that?”

“Uh, the kiss-it-and-make-it-better thing?”

“No, I want last night’s kiss. I want
that
guy in my
bed.”

“You mean me?”

Sara startled at Rob’s question. Was it him last night whose
kiss made her weak in the knees? Had she been so drunk she couldn’t remember
the difference? They never would have made a move on her if she was that far
gone. She looked from Rob and back to Marc, her gaze bouncing like an audience
member’s at a tennis match.

Which one was it? God, she was embarrassed she couldn’t
remember. “I’m such a slut,” she mumbled under her breath.

“I never want to hear that from you again.” Marc’s steely
hazel eyes gave her no doubt he found that kind of language unacceptable. But
she still couldn’t get the specter of her mother’s judgment out of her mind.

“You’re here with us because we want you. No doubts. No
regrets. Let us show you how it can be.”

Sara caught her breath at Rob’s determination. He wanted
her. As he leaned toward her, she couldn’t help but sink into him. His mouth
took hers and she knew instantly this was the kiss she had been waiting for.
His lips moved demandingly over hers. There was no hesitation, no asking for
permission, he just took. His tongue probed between her lips then swept inside
to teasingly dance and duel with hers.

Sara moaned. She was so caught up with the masterful way Rob
kissed, it took her a full minute to realize Marc had swept the hair away from
the back off her neck to nibble the delicate skin there. And here she had
thought Rob was that good of a kisser that he was making even the back of her
neck tingle. Sara felt as if every nerve in her body was tingling with new
sensations. Goose bumps broke out all over her body and she shivered.

“Too cold?” Marc murmured against her neck.

She pulled away from Rob’s kiss. “Definitely not,” she
breathed.

“Good.” Rob grabbed the hem of her borrowed shirt and swept
it over her head then to the floor before she could blink.

Instinctively, Sara crossed her arms over her body as if she
could hide her ample chest and plump tummy from them. As thick as her arms
might be, they would never hide the bounty of her body. Unable to look up from
the comforter, Sara took a deep breath, slowly let her arms fall to her sides
and waited for their judgment.

“Wow.”

“I-I…uh…”

She peeked up at Rob and saw him staring back at her with
rounded eyes and a slackened jaw. If she didn’t know better, she’d think it was
the first time he had ever seen breasts. A quick glance over her shoulder told
her Marc was in the same boat as Rob. Sara smiled to herself. All her doubts
about her overly rounded body disappeared. She had managed to make these two
hot, buff guys speechless by the sight of her bra.

“Wow, babe…those are just… Wow.” Rob’s brain didn’t seem to
be working. His stare never left her chest.

Her nipples hardened and pointed prominently up.

“Nope. I think you’re still well ahead of us in the clothing
department.” Marc nodded at her demi-bra.

“I—uh… I don’t know…”

“Sshhh, baby. It’s okay, we’re going to take this at your
speed,” Rob murmured. “Not at warp speed like someone might prefer…”

“Sorry,” Marc replied sheepishly before going back to
nibbling on Sara’s neck. “I keep forgetting we have all day…”

Sara sighed. She really liked the sound of that. Rob drew
her attention as his hands moved softly up and down her arms.

“You okay, babe?”

She nodded mutely.

“Ready for more?”

She moaned as Marc began nibbling on her earlobe. How did he
know her weak spot?

“I think that’s a yes,” Marc murmured in her ear, his hot
breath causing a new batch of goose bumps on her arm.

Sara took a deep breath. She could do this. She wanted to do
this. She had every woman’s fantasy in bed with her—two gorgeous, built hunks
and the added bonus that she loved them both.

As Marc continued to torment her nape, Rob moved his hand from
her arm and up to cup her left breast. Sara bit her lip as his calloused thumb
caressed her nipple through the lace of her bra. The exquisite dual torture
from her guys made her breasts feel swollen as her nipples throbbed in
response.

“Now see, this is what I love.” Rob reached around her and
unclasped her bra. “Two tight little nipples like ripened berries.” He dropped
his head and latched on to her right nipple and suckled.

God, the sensation was amazing. Although it wasn’t the first
time a man had gotten to second base, there was just something special about
Rob touching her. And the things that man could do with his mouth… Sara moaned
as his tongue flicked her nipple before he gently bit down. She swayed toward
him, unable to concentrate enough to even continue to sit upright.

“Come here, honey.” Marc pulled her away from Rob until she
leaned against Marc’s chest. Her nipple popped out of Rob’s mouth. She
whimpered at the cold draft caressing her wet tip.

“Just want to get you comfortable so the only thing you have
to concentrate on is us.” Marc slipped from behind her and pushed her back onto
the pillows while he reclined next to her on the bed.

“And the naughty things we’re going to do to you,” Rob
finished with a wicked grin.

Sara took a deep breath as they ran their hands over her
body—up her arms and over to trail teasingly across her breasts before moving
down to rub her navel. She groaned at the exquisite torture.

“I don’t think she’s enjoying this anymore.” Rob chuckled.

“Come on, guys, get to the good stuff already!” Sara
couldn’t stand the agony of the suspense. What was going to happen? Who was
going to do what? And where?

“Some things need to be savored.” Marc leaned forward, took
her left nipple into his mouth and suckled lightly.

Rob bent to take her right nipple back into his mouth. He
nibbled, his teeth scraping and nipping before his tongue came out to soothe
the ache.

Which created an answering pang between her thighs. The
juxtaposition of Marc’s gentleness and Rob’s roughness drove her insane. She
looked down to watch both men’s heads rubbing up against her. The sensory
overload made her eyes roll back. She couldn’t stand to watch and feel their
caresses at the same time. She’d gladly go blind if only she could continue to
feel their touch.

Sara groaned as Marc nibbled at her nipple then laved it
with his tongue as if he could take the ache away.

Rob meanwhile had taken a southerly path, licking his way
down her torso. His tongue dove into her bellybutton.

Sara shrieked and wiggled to get away.

“Ticklish spot,” Marc mumbled between nips.

“Uh-huh,” Rob agreed as he continued his way south. His
hands came to rest on her hips, hooking his thumbs under the elastic at her
sides.

Suddenly, Sara felt unsure. She should probably have worn
sexier underwear. What woman goes out to lose her virginity in polka-dot bikini
bottoms? She should have worn some sexy thong number to drive them wild. At
least they weren’t granny panties.

Marc softly whispered, “Hey?”

“We must be doing something wrong if you have that look on
your face,” Rob said.

“I-I just… I don’t know. I want to be…”

“Darling, you are. You’re sexy and hot. Marc and I are two
damn lucky SOBs to be here with you.”

“Are we going too fast again, honey?” Marc asked.

Sara took a calming breath. “No.”

She wanted this. Them. That little doubting voice in her
head needed to shut up.

“All-righty then.” Marc returned to his licking and teasing
of her breast while Rob rubbed his hand over her polka-dot panties.

A familiar warmth spread through her face.

“Just relax, babe.” Rob stretched up and covered her lips
with his.

The wonderful feeling of his masterful kiss and the way his
tongue swept inside her mouth soon had every thought gone from her head. She
felt like one big, throbbing nerve ending as her entire body became a pulse
point, pounding in rhythm with her heart.

She moaned as Marc left her breast to blow gently on the wet
tip. His hand came up to pluck and torment her other pulsating nipple, his
calloused fingers rough against her skin.

Rob’s hands had never left her hips as his mouth continued
to devour hers. Slowly, one of his hands moved over to cover the front of her
panties. He gently teased and caressed the seam of her labia, rubbing gently
while his fingers traveled up and down.

Sara knew his fingers were getting wet from the dampness now
leaking through her panties. But she wasn’t embarrassed, she reveled in the
feeling and the power of having two men in her bed, all their attention focused
on her alone.

Wait, was she being a little too selfish? Should she be
giving back? Caressing them as they caressed her? Sara wasn’t sure what she
should be doing.

“She’s thinking again.” Marc rubbed the back of her neck and
she became aware of just how tense she had become.

Rob drew back. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t…” She couldn’t look at them. She kept her eyes
closed and finished in a rush. “I don’t know what to do. I feel so selfish.
Should I be touching too? I-I…” She shrugged helplessly. If only she had more
experience, she’d know what she was supposed to do.

“Princess, we don’t want you to do anything except be open
to what’s going on.” Marc continued to rub her neck.