Sharing Hailey (18 page)

Placing her hands on her thighs, she said, “I got my test results today.”

Tony’s eyes widened, and he shifted forward in his chair. Mark sat straight up.

She’d been trying to get the report for a week. But somewhere in the masses of files and papers and bureaucracy of the medical establishment the report had gotten lost. Her doctor’s office had finally tracked it down.

She skimmed her hand over her the denim fabric pressing into her groin. She circled her clit with her middle finger. “No condoms,” she murmured, her mouth so dry she wondered if they heard her.

“About fucking time,” Tony growled.

Chapter Seventeen

Hailey released the button of her jeans. “Of course, we could wait if you want.”

She slid the zipper down, giving them a peek of her blue silk bikini panties. If they knew how wet she was, what would they do? She slid her hand underneath the thin fabric and rubbed the tip of her middle finger around her labia, then dipped it inside her soaked vagina. Her eyes drifted closed, and she bit her bottom lip as the heaviness in her sex grew.

She could come like this…with them watching. Her finger wasn’t long enough to touch her G-spot, wasn’t thick enough to fill her. But the heel of her hand rubbed her clit. And she had their undivided attention. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel their rapt gazes.

She widened her knees and rocked her hips against her hand. Her toes dug into the rug. She cupped her breast then rolled the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, sending bolts of pleasure to her cunt. So close she was panting, she only heard her heartbeat, her breathing. Only felt the pleasure coiling in her core.

The orgasm crashed over her, pitching her forward, forcing her to abandon her breast and catch herself as her sex clamped around and against the hand she’d used to masturbate. As the strength of the contractions eased, an embarrassed flush crept over her body.

What had she just done?

“Babe,” Mark said, his voice strained. “Look at Tony.”

Why she was so embarrassed? Good God, she’d had sex with both of these men at the same time, been sandwiched between them as they kissed, sucked and licked every inch of her body.

Mark worked his hand between her chin and her neck, giving her no choice but to lift her head. She sat back on her heels.

“Look at what you’ve done to Tony.”

She peered across the room through half-closed eyelids. Tony sat in the chair, a leg draped across the arm. He’d unbuttoned his shirt, so the shadows caressed the dips and mounds of his chest and abdomen. The fingers of one hand were splayed across his heart. His jeans were open, his white boxer briefs bunched down below his smooth balls. He fisted his cock, and as she watched, he stroked and thrust his hips forward. His head had fallen back. His eyes were closed, but his expression was ecstasy.

“Tony,” she croaked through dry lips.

He cracked his eyelids.

“Come here.”

He stood and pushed down his jeans and boxers, then stepped out of them and strode toward her and Mark. He knelt beside her, knees spread, his rigid cock jutting toward her, his shirt hanging open, the tail caressing his thighs.

“I’ll get the lube,” Mark said as he eased away from her. “While I’m gone, I want you to think about me fucking your ass.”

Her anus contracted at the graphic words. A milky white bead of semen leaked out of Tony’s penis.

“Hurry,” she whispered.

Tony’s cock begged for her touch. She lowered her head until her lips almost brushed the erect flesh. Lightly she blew across the tip. His groan lured her to flick her tongue and taste the bead still balancing on the head. He grabbed her upper arms and urged her back against the floor pillows. Holding her gaze with his, he pushed her jeans down and off. Her panties quickly followed. Still lying on her back, she pushed his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms, relishing his fiery skin against her palms. Mark rejoined them, his clothes already discarded.

He stretched out beside her, and she ceased thinking as both men’s mouths claimed a breast, licking, nipping and sucking. She watched them, the sides of their faces bumping as they worked. Each time they touched, she remembered their kiss and wanted to see their lips touch again.

But she didn’t ask. That was between them. As much as she wanted it, it wasn’t something she could command. Her eyes drifted closed as she floated on the sensual delights of their attention. Between them, their chests and hips, hands and legs, lips and tongues, not an inch of her skin went untouched. Their scents mingled. Their murmurs became indistinct. She didn’t know who was where doing what. She only felt, her entire body humming with pleasure, tensing as her frenzy of need heightened.

“Climb on, babe,” Mark murmured from behind her.

The fog lifted some as she realized they wanted something from her. She was half on, half off Tony’s body. Mark was still stretched out beside her.

Facing Tony, she straddled his hips. She propped her hands on his shoulders for balance as she lowered herself until his cock filled her. It felt different without the condom between them. Hotter, harder, silkier. Flesh against flesh. Closer. Maybe a little naughtier.

She rested her chest against Tony’s. Behind her, Mark teased her anus, lubing, circling, licking, pulsing with his fingers until she was silently begging him to fuck her. She wanted them both inside her. She needed them both filling her. She wanted to feel them coming together.

The overwhelming desire prompted her to give voice to her needs. “Mark, fuck me, now.”

The tip of his cock bumped the opening that he’d so carefully prepared. Tony’s fingers focused on her clit as Mark pressed gently into her puckered hole, allowing the tight muscles to slowly accept and open to him. When the taut ring finally released, he slid fully and easily inside. She held her breath and braced herself for the pain. It didn’t come. She just felt…full.

Mark’s chest pressed against her back. Tony’s rubbed against her nipples. His fingers dug into Mark’s hip. Mark gripped her hip with one hand, Tony’s with the other. The three of them finally joined in perfection. Just the idea that both men touched her and each other, that both men filled her, sent her over the edge into orgasm, the pleasure so complete, so exquisite that her breath caught and not a sound escaped her as she came, her vaginal and anal muscles clamped around their cocks.

Her release sparked their simultaneous ejaculation. Their cocks pulsed inside her, their hot seed filling her for the first time.

* * *

Sunlight streaming through the windows awakened Hailey the next morning. Tony was spooning her and she snuggled into his naked heat, reluctant to leave her warm cocoon. She listened for Mark and finally heard him in the kitchen. She drifted for a while, guilt niggling at her until she finally sighed.

“What’s wrong?” Tony asked. “Are you sore?”

“No. I need to get up.” Her voice was raspy with sleep, but she didn’t care. They’d already observed her vomiting. Her precoffee “morning voice” seemed mild by comparison. “I’ve got to set up a meeting with Beth and pick up some paint before I meet Will at my house. And I’m hoping to get at least one coat on my door today.”

“Want some help with that? I don’t go back to work until tomorrow.”

“No, but thanks for the offer.” She really needed to get over her fears of returning home. She didn’t want to use Mark or Tony as a crutch. She needed to confront her feelings alone. “Will this be difficult for you, being so far away from the hospital?”

“No, I’ll be fine.” He stretched, long and lean, against her, then draped an arm over her hip. “There may be late nights when I crash at my place so I won’t bother you and Mark.”

She wriggled under the sheet and blankets, turning to face him. Placing her hands against his chest, she tilted her head up so she could see his eyes. “I appreciate your consideration, but I think it would bother me more not knowing where you are. At least until we’re certain Daniel has moved on.”

He dipped his head to kiss her, and his hand moved to her ass. “You can assume that if I’m not with you, I’m at work, either in the office or at the hospital. My loft would be an extension of work. Sometimes I don’t even make it that far. I just sleep in my office.”

“After spending two weeks with you, I think I’m gonna miss not having you around all the time.” She buried her face into his chest. “Do you think this will work?”

He didn’t pretend not to know what she was talking about. “Yeah.” He began rubbing small circles up her back. “I’m not saying we won’t argue.”

She snorted. “We’ve already done that.”

“Yep.”

Another sigh escaped her, but this time it was contented. “I love waking up with you.”

“I love you.”

Mark’s tennis shoes thumped across the terra cotta floor. “Breakfast is ready,” he announced.

The bed dipped behind her, and she peered over her shoulder. He held out a cup of coffee, bribing her from her cocoon. She scooted up the bed until she was sitting against the headboard, dragging a sheet with her to cover her breasts. Scratch what she’d told Tony about not being sore. She was, indeed, a little tender.

She wrapped her fingers around the warm mug, “Thank you. This is just what I need.”

As she took a sip, Tony slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

Mark grasped her ankle before slowly sliding his hand up the sheet over her leg. “Babe, if you want me to get any work done, you’re gonna have to wear something to bed.”

When he got to her thigh, she warned, “Not an inch farther or I’ll spill my coffee.”

His grin was so wicked, so enticing, she almost set her coffee on the nightstand. Thankfully, Tony came out of the bathroom dressed in jeans and pulling a burnt orange Longhorn sweatshirt over his head.

Mark leaned over her and took the coffee cup from her hand, placing it on the nightstand. His brow furrowed in concern. “Are you okay?”

Her eyes widened. “Yeah, why?”

“You’re not sore?”

She heard Tony rattling pots and pans in the kitchen. “A little, but it’s a good sore.”

His expression cleared. “Good. You want breakfast in bed?”

She shook her head. “That’s a sweet offer…and very tempting, but I need to get out of here.”

“Oh, yeah. You’re meeting Will. Want me to come with you?”

“No, thanks. I’m good.”

He raised his brows as if he didn’t believe her. “You sure? Even if you don’t want me to stay, I could drive over and make sure there aren’t any surprises.”

“That’s not necessary. You gave Will your key to my place so he could get an early start this morning. He’ll already be working when I get there, and I’ll leave when he does.”

“Okay.” He didn’t sound convinced, but he didn’t push. “I’m gonna clean up my shop today so I’m ready to work tomorrow. But if you need anything or just feel weird about being at your house alone, call me.”

“I won’t be there alone. Will and his team will be with me.”

“Yeah. I’m guessing Daniel won’t show his face with so many people around.”

Hailey hoped he was right. In fact, she was counting on it.

Later that afternoon, after prepping the front door, she began painting it a cheerful turquoise to ward off evil. It was a New Mexico thing, painting the doors and window trims blue to protect the occupants. And at this point, she figured she needed all the help she could get in warding off evil. With the security system and the red X disappearing beneath the blue paint, she was beginning to believe she could come home again. It also helped that she and Beth had set a date to discuss the grant Beth wanted her to work on. Getting back to work made her feel more normal, more hopeful.

Daniel’s ringtone sounded from her back pocket, and her heart skipped a beat. With the splotches of wet paint on her hands, she couldn’t answer it, didn’t even want to. As far as she was concerned, they had nothing left to say. Why was he calling? To beg her to come back? To harass her? To threaten her? She let it go to voice mail.

After she finished the door and cleaned the brush and her hands, she checked the message he’d left.

“Hi, Hailey. It’s me, Daniel. I need to come by your house and pick up the stuff I left there. Give me a call and let me know when you’re going to be home.”

Like that was gonna happen. She found a box in her garage and took it inside the house, where she started gathering Daniel’s things. A couple of shirts, some jeans, underwear and socks. A book. Even his spare toothbrush. She didn’t want to give him any excuse to drop by.

She taped up the box and addressed it.

At four-thirty, Will had finished her installation and explained the system to her. It was a lot like Mark’s, so it didn’t take long. After he left, she closed and locked her now-dry turquoise blue door. It would be dark in thirty minutes, so she hurried to her car, anxious to get back to Mark’s place. With Will gone, her home didn’t seem so safe anymore, even with the security system. She didn’t even take the time to change out of her paint-splattered sweats and tennis shoes.

Less than ten minutes later, she parked next to a mound of snow outside a grocery store that had a post office inside. The line was short, only two people ahead of her. The guy standing in front of her turned around, and she instantly recognized him. A friend of Daniel’s. Her heart sank to her toes. She wasn’t ready for this, but it was bound to happen sooner or later. And as small town as Albuquerque was, she should have known it would be sooner.

“Hailey,” he said cheerfully. “How’s it going? I haven’t seen you in a few weeks.”

She forced a tight smile, but it was the best she could do. “Hi, Jeff.”

“I’ve left a couple of messages for Daniel, but I haven’t heard back from him. Are you two coming to the party Sunday?”