The Reunion (14 page)

“So how was your morning?” he asked,
pulling out a chair and plopping down.

“Splendid,” Maria said.

“Absolutely heavenly,” Sarah added,
with a smile splitting her face.

His fist hitting the table rattled
dishes and silverware. Both women looked at him with hesitancy and fear. “No
more women. Do you hear me?”

“Why?” Maria piped.

“Because I said so! This is still my
house. No other women—or men, for that matter.”

“Adam, we wouldn’t do that.” Maria
looked appropriately hurt.

“I wouldn’t put anything past the
two of you anymore.”

Sarah sat rigid. She’d caught a
second wind. Adam knew she would challenge his authority. Somehow.

“But Adam,” she began sweetly, “sometimes
we want a third. We need a third.”

Adam grabbed her chin and leaned
over so his nose nearly touched hers. “No more women or men. You have a third.”

Sarah’s eyes rounded.

Adam rose and glared down at the two
of them. “
I’m
your third.”

“Oh, Adam.” Sarah’s smile was bright.
“I’m so pleased you’ve decided to join us.”

“We’ll see how pleased you are after
you play our games.” He turned and glowered at Maria. “And what do you have to
say for yourself, Ms. Ramirez? Your fingerprints are all over this charade you
and your lover are trying to pull off. You know Sarah is in over her head. Why
do you persist?”

“Maybe I don’t agree with you.”

“Humph.”

“Why don’t we let Sarah decide when
she’s had enough?” Maria’s tone carried a laugh and a challenge. “Or if she
ever can have enough.”

Adam scowled at her. “Why aren’t you
complaining about not having access to other women? Won’t that cramp your
style?”

“Sarcasm doesn’t affect me. You
should know that by now.” Maria sipped from her glass and set it on the table
before answering. “If you must know, Sarah satisfies that part of me that
craves a woman. I don’t need others.” Maria arched her eyebrows. “As you know,
Rachel can be lots of fun in bed, but I don’t need her. Not like I need Sarah. Think
about that, Adam. Think about the implications of that when you can think
rationally again.”

Stunned, Adam grabbed a second beer
and headed toward the safety of his office.

Not able to sit, Adam paced the
length of his office. What the hell had Maria meant
—Sarah satisfies that
part of me that craves a woman.

Was Maria preparing to leave him for
Sarah? How did he feel about that? Like shit. Empty. How had things fallen
apart so quickly? It was the work of his minx. Sarah Atkinson had turned his
world upside down and seemed to be enjoying herself immensely.

What were his options? She didn’t
seem in a rush to leave. When she did go, would Maria follow her back to
Chicago?

But if Sarah only satisfied that
part of Maria that craved a woman, did she mean she still craved a man—him, in
particular? She’d damn well better. He wasn’t ready to find a replacement for
her. Not yet.

Maybe he’d simply gotten too
accustomed to sharing his bed with the same woman. Had he fallen in that
ancient trap of needing a particular woman? It was probably a passing need—like
being on a sugar high.

He’d have to get to the bottom of
his conundrum before it undermined his way of life. He’d begin tonight by
reclaiming his bed. If its occupants wanted to move on, so be it. It was still
his bed.

- o -

“What the hell was that about?”
Sarah’s voice was filled with rage.

Maria smiled. “Don’t bust your buns,
girl. I only said what I feel. You’re more than enough for me. Should I lie
about that?”

She knew she’d put her finger on one
of Sarah’s sore points: integrity.

“No, of course not.” Sarah brushed
her cheek with the back of a hand. “It felt like you were using me to threaten
Adam. I don’t want him feeling warm fuzzies for me because you made him do it.”

“Whoa. This is the guy who had you
on such a high pedestal he couldn’t find a ladder tall enough to reach you. And
you don’t know Adam very well if you think either one of us could make him do anything.”

“But he wants to be our third. Didn’t
we make that happen?”

Maria shook her head. “We encouraged
him to own his own feelings, his own desires. There’s a difference. A huge
difference.”

“Sometimes that’s difficult to figure.”
Sarah pushed her largely uneaten lunch away. “I hope he doesn’t feel like he
has no choice.”

“We all have choices. Remember, that’s
the fundamental ground rule to the game we’re playing. Each of us can opt out
at any moment. Adam has to be pushed a bit to commit himself to play the game
on our terms. For me, that means he has to remain open to options that may
never have occurred to him.”

Maria watched pain and fright
compete for Sarah’s attention.

Sarah wadded her napkin. “Maybe you
know some options I’m not even aware of.”

“That wouldn’t surprise me at all.” Maria
rose and began clearing dishes. “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Do you
have film to develop this afternoon?”

Sarah nodded, chewing on her lower
lip.

“Will you have time for our late
afternoon swim?”

“I don’t think so.” Sarah ran a hand
up and down her arm as if fending off a chill and then the corner of her mouth
turned up. “Our late morning escapade with Rachel has set me behind schedule.”

“But that was worth it?”

“Oh, yes.” Sarah’s mouth turned up
into a brilliant smile. “That was memorable. Maybe we finally got Adam’s
attention. Do you think Adam will join us this evening?”

“Oh, you’ve had his attention since
that night at the reunion. I’d bet my house we won’t be without male
companionship tonight,” Maria grinned, “if I owned a house.”

Sarah shook her head and laughed and
held her arms out to Maria.

Maria didn’t hesitate to accept the
invitation. She tried not to wince at the pressure of Sarah’s fingernails
digging into her back.

“You are so good for me, Maria. But
I don’t know what to do with you. The ride is a fun ride, but like all carnival
rides this one will come to an end, too. Won’t it? It has to.”

Maria slid her lips along Sarah’s
exposed neck. “Maybe. Let’s not try to write the ending of our story until we
know its entire beginning and middle.” She leaned back and slid her lips across
Sarah’s. “Believe me, Pepper, we’ve just begun.”

Chapter Seven

Sarah frowned at the closed bedroom
door. She peeked over at Maria stretched out on the bed beside her. “Are you
sure he’ll come to us tonight?” She couldn’t help asking again. She felt like a
teenager waiting for a first date.

It wasn’t exactly like Adam had set
a time and place for being their third, but she’d assumed he’d want to stake
out his territory sooner than later.

That was exactly how she’d
experienced his pronouncement. Territory. She was his. Maybe not his property,
but at least his territory. He might not own her, but he had a claim to her. Maria
could tread on that territory, but no one else could.

She’d been astounded how easily
Maria accepted Adam’s pronouncement forbidding them to take other women to
their bed. It was one thing for him to place restrictions on his guest, but to
extend those restrictions to Maria, who was accustomed to inviting other women
to her love nest whenever she wanted, seemed entirely unreasonable. Was Maria
being chastised for getting involved with her? What gave Adam the right to set
new restrictions on his long time lover?

But Maria never flinched. She’d
stood up to Adam and stuffed his admonition back in his face. Adam’s questions
and demands had only prompted Maria to stake out her own exclusive relationship
with Sarah.

More importantly, how did she, Sarah
Atkinson, conservative business woman—make that
formerly
conservative—feel
about being in an exclusive relationship with a woman, with Maria? She watched
goose bumps pebble on her arms and hugged herself. That was her answer. Sarah
scrunched her shoulders as warmth crept throughout her body.

Of course their relationship wasn’t
exactly exclusive, because there was Adam. At least she hoped there was Adam. Good
old reluctant Adam. Would he show? Or would he hop on his motorcycle and speed
away, scattering pebbles every which way as he’d done so many times before?

“He’ll be here.” Maria turned a page
in the novel she was reading. “Are you a wee bit nervous?”

Sarah nodded, clutching her book to her
lap. “Maybe I don’t wait so good.”

“You’ve waited a long time for this.
Actually, you’re much more patient than me. And you do look stunning in that
green demi top.” Maria reached over to cradle a breast through the soft green silk.
“Silk heightens a woman’s sexiness, don’t you think?”

Sarah covered Maria’s hand and
squeezed it. Her breast tingled with anticipation. “Doesn’t leave much to the
imagination, particularly when I’m not wearing the matching tap pants.”

“We’re not going to be big on
imagination tonight. You want to cuddle while we wait?” Maria chuckled softly. “That
might keep you tethered to the bed, anyway.”

“Sounds nice.” Sarah fluffed the
pillows. Within seconds she was snuggled against Maria’s breasts, whose nipples
were barely hidden under a light blue silk gown.

There was no knock announcing Adam’s
entrance. Sarah hadn’t expected one. He marched directly to the foot of the bed
and parted his robe. His hard cocked jutted forward. Lust filled his eyes.

A surge of matching desire sapped
Sarah’s strength. His raw sexual passion pleased her immensely. At least anger
wasn’t the only emotion they had to contend with.

She and Maria lay before him. She
knew their readiness was more than evident. Although their breasts were
partially covered, no fabric hid the nether regions Adam closely examined. Sarah
smacked her lips. Her juices already pooled in anticipation. His approving smile
expressed his appreciation.

“Is there something special you’d
like, Adam?” Maria bantered.

Adam shook his head. “No. Why don’t
you surprise me? You can be the conductor. That’s a role you seem to have taken
to lately.”

That he so readily gave Maria
control in the bedroom surprised Sarah. She’d half expected him to storm the bed
in a rage and take them roughly, as if he were a barbarian. So which Adam was
this? Not one she was very familiar with.

“Stand right there, Adam. I have to
check to see if our partner is prepared for you.” Maria leaned over and ran her
tongue across Sarah’s lips. Sarah darted her tongue out to say
hi
. Maria
smiled, rolled onto her back and spread her thighs. “Watch while Sarah and I
prepare ourselves for your hefty cock.”

Following Maria’s lead, Sarah pulled
her green top over her breasts and lifted them for Adam’s inspection. She
twisted a raised nipple and was rewarded to see his cock weaving to and fro. “Hefty,
hefty,” she teased. Taunting Adam sharpened her senses. Her skin itched for
him. His aftershave filled her nostrils. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to
taste him.

Hearing Maria giggle, Sarah saw her
skitter a hand across her brown abs to play with her labia. Sarah watched Adam lick
his lips, then watched his gaze follow Maria’s hand as she moved it to cover
her mound. She worked one finger into her slick vagina and then another. Appearing
entranced, Adam encircled his shaft and kept pace with the women. His entire
body tensed as if he were about to pounce.

Maria picked up the pace, closed her
eyelids and moaned something in Spanish.

“Don’t make yourselves come,” Adam snarled.
“I want to do that.”

“And we want you to do that.” Maria scrambled
to the edge of the bed. She reached for Adam’s cock and drew him toward her
lips. She turned and grinned at Sarah. “Come and join me. We must make sure our
man is ready for us.” Maria licked his cock from base to crown.

Not about to be left out this time, Sarah
hurried to join in. She and Maria worked in tandem, traveling his full length, and
when they reached the tip of his cock they greeted each other with a wet kiss. Their
smiles radiated around his cock.

She beamed at Maria. Adam was
theirs. She wasn’t sure
he
knew that. But in this moment of desire, she
and Maria were claiming Adam for themselves—a man to be loved and to be shared.

Maria took him in her mouth, made a
show of sucking him and then backed off and offered his cock to her. Sarah didn’t
hesitate but took him deep. Back and forth they switched off until Adam’s
muscles strained toward release. He was close. Maria winked at her and they
both left his cock to its own devices.

“Lie back down on your back, Sarah,”
Maria said, retaking the role of conductor. “Spread your pussy lips, dear. We
don’t want Adam to miss his target. Not after this long wait.” Maria grabbed
Adam’s cock. “Come on, dude. We’ve got a pot of honey for you.” She pouted at
Adam. “Actually, two pots.”

Adam couldn’t conceal a smile. “I
count six pots.”

Kneeling, Maria groaned. “You’ve had
two already. You’re about to sample two more. Don’t be greedy. The other two
are for another day. Remember, I’m conductor.”

“How could I forget?” he sighed. “Get
on with it.”

Sarah watched Adam scrunch forward
as Maria, kneeling beside them, guided him between Sarah’s wide-spread legs.

Maria grinned happily. “Sarah, let
me reintroduce you to my favorite cock.”

Sarah nodded as Maria inserted the
head of Adam’s cock into her pussy entrance. He shoved forward without finesse.

“Too long,” he grunted. “Damn, you’re
hot. I denied myself too long.”

“You denied me, too.” Smiling, Sarah
raked her fingernails along his back. His nostrils flared. She swallowed an
expletive as he seated himself deeper still. Thankfully, her sheath quickly expanded
to accommodate him. She wished she could read his mind. Would he try to pound
her into submission?

He smiled as if he knew her thoughts.
“No, I’m not going to play rough. Not tonight. I’m here to give and take
pleasure, and that’s all. Sometimes pain and pleasure are inextricably
intertwined, but not tonight.” Adam began an easy cadence.

So sweet.
Sarah knew better than to put her
thoughts into words. He would be furious. Maria’s fingers tapped a little tune
on Sarah’s clit. This wasn’t going to be a marathon. Her orgasm swirled behind
her pussy—just out of reach of Adam’s cock. Maria stroked her clit, mimicking
Adam’s movements.

Sarah bit down hard on her lower
lip, but there was no stopping the tide that unfurled from overtaking her loins
and spreading upward and downward.

Vaguely, she heard Maria giving Adam
instructions. “Don’t come in her. I want you, too. We share you tonight—equally.”

There was no waiting for Maria, or
for Adam, even if she’d wanted to. Sarah couldn’t even wait for herself. She
wrapped her legs tight around his butt and lifted her pelvis, meeting him
thrust for thrust. She dug her fingernails into his back. She squealed. The
tide crested. She mewed. Her legs, like lead weights, dropped to the bed. Waves
of loss swept through her when Adam pulled out.

Through a sated haze she watched him
plow into Maria, who was bouncing beneath him like a rag doll and urging him on
with epithets she understood without knowing the words. How could the man not
have come while inside her? Clearly, he hadn’t.

She marveled at Adam’s stamina and Maria’s
abandon. “What an amazing sight,” she murmured to no one in particular.

Maria twisted her head to grin at
her. “You were, too. If you can move your hand, can you fondle a nipple?” Maria’s
head lolled to the side.

Sarah managed to twirl a nipple
between thumb and finger. She pressed a finger against the dark nipple. Quickly
lifting her finger, she relished the sight of it springing back to life.

 “Terrific,” Maria gasped. “Look at
our man. His chest is so puffed out I think he’s ready to pop.” Maria giggled. “Literally.
Don’t come in me, Adam.” She raised her buttocks off the bed offering Adam a
deeper angle. “Don’t wait for me,” she said through clenched teeth. “When you’re
ready, pull out and spray over both of us. We’re sharing you tonight. That’s
how we want you. Don’t we Pepper?”

“You bet.” Sarah licked her lips and
widened her thighs in anticipation. She didn’t have long to wait.

“Ah...son of a bitch,” Adam howled, sliding
out of Maria. His hand worked rapidly over the length of his shaft. Within
seconds, he spewed over Maria’s pussy and then he turned and emptied the rest
of himself onto Sarah.

“That’s fantastic,” Sarah breathed. “Hot.
Sticky. Such incredible power.”

“Holy shit,” Maria screamed, “I’m
coming.”

Sarah’s fascination with Adam’s
eruption had caused her to lose track of Maria, who she now could see was
furiously fingering herself. Her legs flailed and then quieted.

Maria smiled faintly. She scraped
fingers across her belly and lifted them to Sarah’s mouth.

Sarah eagerly licked Adam’s come
from Maria’s fingers. Then she dipped her fingers in the whiteness he’d spent
on her belly and offered them to Maria, who just as eagerly sucked them into
her mouth.

“Lovely,” Maria murmured. “Absolutely
lovely.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something,”
Adam admonished, holding his softening cock with come still oozing out.

“Oh my.” Maria scurried to clean him
and Sarah followed. Both women giggled when their task was finished. The
giggles overtook them and they flopped back on the bed, hugging each other.

Sarah felt a weight shift on the
bed. Dumbfounded, she gawked at Adam as he picked his robe up off the floor.

“Sleep soundly,” he muttered, and
left as quietly as he’d entered.

She could hardly see through the tears.
Maria kissed them away. “Don’t cry, Pepper. What we just shared was splendid—precious,
really.”

“I know. God, do I know,” she
sobbed. “But Adam doesn’t. He’s not even spending the night with us.”

“This was a huge first step. He
wants to pleasure us and himself. But he’s still entangled in emotions. We can’t
expect him to work that through quickly just because he enjoys making love with
us.”

“No. I suppose you’re right.” Sarah
furrowed her brow. “He probably doesn’t even think of it as lovemaking—just
good old fashioned sex.”

“Maybe his brain doesn’t.” Maria
flicked her tongue, grazing Sarah’s nose. “His body knows it was well loved. I
trust at some point Adam will listen to his body. Damn, it was good to feel his
cock stretching me again.”

“Delicious.” Sarah pushed her
sadness aside to revel in the memory of her first real threesome. “And that was
some white waterfall he spilled on us. It must have been a while since he’d
come.”

“You did look a bit awestruck by
that.” Maria tapped at Sarah’s nipple. “That reminds me, we probably should do
a little more cleaning up. I’m still sticky. You want a wash cloth?”

Sarah didn’t miss the gleam in Maria’s
eyes. “No. Your tongue is more to my liking. Why don’t you clean me while I
clean you?”

“An excellent idea.” Maria moved to
cradle Sarah’s loins.

Sarah shivered at the first sensation
of Maria’s tongue swirling around her belly button. It was a fantastic night,
and it wasn’t about to end anytime soon.