Menage on 34th Street (14 page)

When he’d done as she directed, splaying himself in the center of the bed, she settled herself between his knees.

“Hunter, you’re in charge of the top half. You can do anything you want to Liam, but only above the navel.”

Hunter stared at her for a moment before a grin spread across his face. He was finally getting it. “So this being in control thing isn’t going to happen by committee vote?”

“Nope.” She hesitated before adding, “We each have veto powers, though. Always.”

Liam pointed a finger at Hunter. “You do not want to veto this.”

“No, I don’t.” Hunter removed his shorts and claimed a spot by Liam’s shoulder.

She drew her fingers along Liam’s thigh and gave Hunter a stern look. “Remember, no touching below the waist.”

Liam made a pained noise. “Come on, Kat, that’s just mean. The man has a mouth like a fucking Hoover.”

“And a tongue of special skill. Yes, I know. But that is the rule. Now bend your knees so I can lube you up.”

With only token muttering, Liam complied, giving her the access she wanted.

She set the vibe aside and picked up the lube. Slowly, she circled slick fingers, massaging sensitive nerves to life even as she prepared him for the coming penetration. She grinned up his body as he writhed under her hands. His dick stretched up his abdomen to strafe just under his navel. Just below the line of demarcation she’d given Hunter.

Hunter, for his part, was sitting next to Liam on the bed, frowning down at him.

Kat lubed up the toy and eyed Hunter. “You’re falling behind.”

“You’re directing. You tell me what to do.”

“Ask Liam. This is, after all, about giving Liam pleasure.”

She pressed the smooth head of the vibe against the entrance to Liam’s body and he hissed out a curse. Kat knew how much he loved that first moment of penetration. To draw it out, she only went in a fraction of an inch before backing out and doing it again.

Liam made a keening sound and grabbed Hunter’s shoulders, pulling him down for a tongue-tangling kiss. Momentarily distracted, Kat watched the two men kiss. She was a very lucky woman.

Smiling to herself, she resumed teasing Liam’s ass. It was so rewarding to see the flush of color along his abs, to watch his cock vibrate with the intensity of his arousal. And to know that she was going to drive him to the edge of madness this way.

With a deft twist of her wrist, she slid the elongated egg-shape of the vibe into Liam’s body. His answering grunt was swallowed by Hunter’s kiss.

Enjoying the slight tug of his inner muscles against the plastic, Kat played the toy in and out of Liam’s body, not so much thrusting as gliding. By the time Hunter broke the kiss, Liam was panting and Hunter’s breathing was more than a little ragged. Hers was, too.

Kat flipped the vibrator on.

Liam’s body bowed off the bed, his dick jerking. Oh, she loved knowing she could do that to him. She twisted the vibrator a little, just to enjoy his reaction.

Hunter stared in astonishment, something like envy crossing his features.

Kat smiled to herself. Yes, that’s what she wanted. She wanted him to want the ecstasy, but she also wanted him to want more.

“Nice, Liam,” she encouraged. “Like that?”

He grunted a curse in lieu of an answer. She rewarded him by pushing the head of the vibrator over the swelling of his prostate. Liam cursed louder.

“You’re slacking again, Hunter,” Kat pointed out, moving her free hand up to tease along the sensitive skin between the dildo and Liam’s scrotum. Liam’s response was gratifyingly swift and vocal.

“What? But he isn’t talking.”

“True enough. If he were, I’d be insulted. You have your territory. Anything above the navel is fair game. See if you can make him squirm as much as I do.”

“Somehow I doubt that.”

“Shut up and do something. I’m going to die if I don’t come soon,” Liam gritted through clenched teeth.

Kat pressed her lips together to hide her smile. She turned up the intensity on the vibe and redoubled her efforts.

The noise Liam made was dangerously close to a scream.

She wanted to push Hunter a little harder, too.

“Run your hands over him. Pet him like you do me, play with his nipples, give him some of those little licks I like so much. He’ll like them too.”

Hunter hesitated. As Kat well knew, his encounters with Liam were usually rough, edgy and visceral. The foreplay was limited to kisses and rough pets of each other’s ass and cock. There wasn’t any of the slow, focused coddling he gave Kat.

After a moment, he took her at her word, leaning down to drop a kiss on the point of Liam’s shoulder.

Arousal clenched in Kat’s belly as she watched Hunter slowly explore Liam’s writhing body. Yes, oh, yes.

Liam’s breathing changed again, coming faster and more shallow. He was headed toward climax.

“Hunter.”

Hunter’s dark head jerked up from where he’d been laving Liam’s tight nipple with thorough and lazy sweeps of his tongue.

“He’ll come soon. Will you use your hand to finish him?”

The hazel of Hunter’s eyes was a thin ring around wildly dilated pupils. Arousing Liam had aroused him, as well. It also made him a little slow to respond.

“Yes.” The answer was definite, and Hunter’s big hand closed around the hard length of Liam’s cock. He squeezed on the upstroke, released on the down. Kat suddenly wondered if that was the rhythm he used on himself. The visual sent a flash of heat through her, and she almost lost track of what she was doing.

A moment later, Liam stiffened, every muscle locking in a rigid arch. Only his head and heels were on the bed. The orgasm erupted from him in jets of thick white fluid, spattering his belly and chest, dripping off of Hunter’s fingers.

Kat ramped down the vibe, knowing from experience that continued stimulation tended to be painful rather than pleasurable for Liam.

Long moments passed as Liam came back to himself, relaxing into the mattress.

Kat let the vibe slip from Liam’s body.

“Shit,” Liam breathed. “That was fucking intense.”

“I got that,” Kat said wryly.

Liam rolled to his side, grabbing a hand towel and a condom from the nightstand where Kat had obviously put it. Dropping the condom on the bed, he wiped the sticky residue off his chest and belly before plucking the vibe from Kat’s hand. He wrapped the toy in the towel and set it aside.

“I’ll have to return the favor. Hunter?

Hunter smiled and reached out with almost invisible speed. The room spun wildly for a moment, and before she knew what happened she was on her back staring into Hunter’s very intent face. Oh, she was in for it now. Darn.

In an echo of their earlier positions, Hunter knelt between her legs and Liam sat next to her.

“Same rules?” Hunter frowned as he sheathed his cock in the condom Liam had retrieved.

Kat couldn’t figure out the meaning of Hunter’s question, but it evidently made sense to Liam.

“Works for me,” Liam answered, before swooping down to capture one hard nipple in his mouth.

Stunned, she cried out at the bright lance of pleasure, but the cry choked off when Hunter spread her thighs wide and pressed the broad head of his penis to the entrance of her body. Playing with Liam had gotten Kat more than a little hot and bothered, so when he directed his cock along her slit, he glided easily in her own lubrication. That might have been a little embarrassing if she’d had time to think about it, but she didn’t.

Hunter pushed into her pussy in one long, steady thrust, stretching and filling, scratching an itch she hadn’t consciously known she had. She couldn’t contain her moan as she felt him slide home. God, he felt good. Right.

Liam sucked her nipple against the roof of his mouth, moving his hand to capture her other breast.

Somewhere in her brain she finally understood the rule. Liam had above the navel. Hunter had below.

Was it possible to die of pleasure?

Hunter wedged his thumb at the top of her sex, compressing her clitoris. The flash of nearly painful heat raised the fine hairs on her body. He certainly knew what he was doing.

Slowly, Hunter began thrusting, the weight of his body compressing his own thumb between them, spiking her pleasure with every inward push.

Liam’s mouth worked her nipple, adding to the witch’s brew of sensation flooding her nerves. They worked in tandem, Liam at her breasts, Hunter between her legs, to drive her insane. When the first orgasm rolled through her, she stiffened, stifling the cry on her lips.

Evidently forgetting the rules, Hunter leaned over Liam to give her a hard, fast kiss before resuming his heavy thrusts.

The second orgasm surprised her, a fast little explosion that startled a noise from her throat more like a squeal than she wanted to admit. Her embarrassment didn’t last long, though, as Liam, too, abandoned the rules, sliding his lips down the midline of her body.

Hunter leaned back on his heels, pulling her up to rest her ass on his muscular thighs. He finally lifted that tormenting thumb from her clitoris, and she drew a relieved breath. She choked on it when Liam’s tongue licked over her swollen, hyper-sensitive clit.

Liam lifted his head. “Switch. Come at her from behind and I can get you both.”

Hunter’s cock went impossibly harder inside her. In short order, she found herself on her side on the bed, Hunter crowded close behind her. She had one leg hooked up over Hunter’s elbow and the other stretched out. His big body radiated heat along her back as he slid back into her.

Stunned by the swift change in position, drunk on the sensations and a little slow after two shattering orgasms, Kat’s brain struggled to put together what Liam and Hunter were doing. Then it was too late.

Liam scooted down the bed and used his fingers to expose the stiff bundle of nerves. He captured it between his lips and sucked, rocketing her into her third orgasm. Her body jerked, controlled easily by the superior strength of Hunter’s body behind hers.

She finally understood the reason for the position change. Hunter began to drive slowly in and out while Liam’s lips and tongue worked over her clit before dipping down to slide over the thrusting hardness of Hunter’s cock.

Hunter grunted, his fingers tightening on her leg, but he didn’t alter his rhythm.

This was beautiful, erotic torture, Kat thought vaguely, surrendering to another orgasm. God.

She reached out, threading her fingers through Liam’s hair, grounding herself through touch. Her body came apart, remade itself, flew apart again. The only thing that kept her connected was the thick penetration of Hunter’s shaft in her body and the feel of Liam’s silky hair in her fingers.

Hunter stiffened behind her, his hoarse exclamation ringing in her ears.

Slowly, Liam pulled back, and Kat managed to open her eyes enough to look at him. His hair was a tousled mess, his face shiny and slick with her juices, and the look of masculine satisfaction clear in his pale eyes.

Hunter slid from her body, and she felt the loss keenly. Her internal tissues protested, missing the friction and heat of his body.

She felt Hunter leave the bed, heard him drop the condom in the garbage, but she just couldn’t keep her eyes open. She didn’t have the energy. She fell over onto her back, struggling to get her breathing back on an even keel.

Hunter returned to the bed, sliding in on her other side so she was sandwiched between the two men.

Kat somehow found the strength to speak. “Are we going to do this after every family meeting? I might not survive.”

The silence was deafening, and Kat forced her eyes open again to look at Hunter. His gaze had zeroed in on her face. She knew it was the word
family
that had gotten such a response. She’d used it deliberately.

“Is that what we are?” Hunter’s question was rough. Emotion and exertion vibrated behind the words, and Kat felt the glow of triumph in her chest. That he would ask, that he would entertain the idea of it, said a lot. A smile played around her lips.

Hunter might not realize it, but he was beginning to open to them. It was a beginning.

Liam was the one who answered him. “Yeah. It is. We’re just not the average kind of family.”

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About the Authors

Elise Logan writes incredibly hot stories that cross genres and push boundaries.

Born in Texas, she currently lives in Virginia with her husband and daughter. She has a massive aversion to the cold and a virulent dislike of non-competition-compliant chili.

Elise began writing short children’s stories in grade school and moved to angsty poetry and essays in her teens, even making a foray into lyrics. College and graduate school put a hold on fiction writing, but the stories kept piling up. Finally, in the midst of raising her daughter and trying to finish her dissertation, she bowed to the inevitable and put the writing where it belongs: front and center. Since then, she’s published several very hot romances, including contemporary and speculative settings.

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Emily Ryan-Davis is a lifelong East Coaster whose passion for the written word saw her through jobs writing obituaries, press releases and grants before she decided “I’m going to do this” and sat down to write a book. And then she wrote a book. Several, actually, in a variety of steamy romance subgenres.

Life has undergone many changes since that first book. Now she spends her days writing full-time and parenting even fuller-time. All the usual author loves apply, with chocolate, coffee and cats at the top the list.

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