The Sextet - Occupational Hazards [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (4 page)

When Tracey came out of the bathroom, the men were kissing as each stroked the other’s hard cock. Her boys sure had quick recovery time. Watching them pet each other as their mouths and tongues danced was one of the most erotic images she’d ever seen. She’d never thought about guy-on-guy before, not realizing how exciting it could be to see two males making love. The image made her sated body quickly flare back to life.

Ben’s gaze rose to hers as he tore his lips away from Corey. “Like what you see, baby?”

She eased closer to the bed. “Oh, yes. You two are smokin’ hot. Eye candy for the boss.”

Glancing over his shoulder, Corey grinned at her. “By all means then…join us.”

“I don’t know…you look pretty content with just the two of you.” She ran her tongue across her bottom lip. “And I really like what I’m seeing.”

“She likes to watch,” Corey said, turning back to Ben and running his fingers the length of Ben’s cock. Then, without a word of warning, he leaned down to deep throat his partner.

Ben hissed and threaded his fingers through Corey’s long hair. Watching them pleasure each other became too sexy to simply observe. She had to participate. Tracey knelt on the mattress and crawled closer, figuring she knew the perfect way to join the fun. Just as Corey had caught Ben by surprise, she did the same when her hand wrapped around Corey’s stiff dick. He didn’t stop what he was doing, but he growled as he pulled back to run his tongue around the purple crown of Ben’s penis, licking away the clear fluid pooling at the tip.

Thinking she was in control, Tracey became the one to react in surprise when Ben grabbed her thigh, dragged her closer, and sank his fingers deep inside her. Her body became a mass of need as he fucked her with his fingers, stopping every now and then to squeeze and rub her clitoris. Between what she saw, what she tasted, and what she felt, it didn’t take long before an orgasm washed over her. The men seemed to sense her climax, Ben increasing his friction while Corey stopped going down on Ben and shifted to suck one of her nipples deep into his mouth. They left her entirely satisfied and panting for breath.

“So, Ben…Should we give her the whole show?” Corey asked, grabbing another condom and a small bottle of lube from the nightstand.

Rolling to her side, she propped herself up on one elbow. “The
whole show?
”

“Ever watched a guy fuck another guy, love?” Ben crawled over to kneel in front of Corey on all fours. “Corey’s gonna fuck me right in front of you.” He shot a hesitant smile at her. “That is, if you wanna watch…”

“Hell, yes, I wanna watch!”

“And we want you to watch,” Corey said, rolling the condom over his thick cock and then smearing lubrication over the length of it. He slapped Ben’s ass before leaning down to lick the red mark he’d made on the pale skin. “My guy likes it rough, don’t you, Ben?”

“Quit playing around and fuck me,” he replied, wiggling his ass. “I’m ready.”

This was better than porn. A burst of heat rolled through Tracey, settling between her legs, making her wet. Just watching Corey smear lube over Ben’s tight hole before jamming a finger deep inside him was almost enough to make her come again. She’d never felt so free with her own sexuality, and she hadn’t realized how exciting it would be to share so much with her new lovers.

Corey settled behind Ben, inching his dick inside him. After a few small pushes, he grabbed Ben by the hips and thrust deep inside. Tracey’s body tightened in response, her hand slipping between her legs to rub her clit.

Pulling back, Corey slammed into Ben, his balls slapping against Ben’s ass. The faster Corey fucked Ben, the faster Tracey stroked herself. The three were sharing this experience, and she didn’t even have to touch them to enjoy what was happening.

Ben came first, all but shouting as he pushed back hard against Corey. Tracey followed close behind, keeping her eyes open as the spasms racked her body so she could see Corey pound into Ben a few more times before rearing his head back and growling as he climaxed.

Chapter 5

Nothing had ever seemed as awkward as this breakfast. The hotel restaurant had great food, but it all tasted like ashes in Tracey’s mouth. Her thoughts were in such turmoil, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to make it through the meeting without having some kind of mental meltdown.

This was exactly what she’d feared. Once they crossed the boundary between professional and personal, she couldn’t think about the business side of their relationship. In less than an hour, they’d be pitching their Slugger Bar ads to Decadent Confections, and all she could think about were Corey and Ben’s glorious cocks and how much she wanted to drag them both back up to that enormous bed and pass the day doing nothing but being naked with her men. Not good. Not good at all.

Fuck. Fuckety-fuck!

Was nine in the morning too early to order a martini?

“We’re golden,” Ben said, dropping a dollop of butter on his pancakes and smearing it all around them before reaching for the syrup.

“More than golden. We’ve got this one in the bag,” Corey added.

Tracey sipped her coffee and tried to think about Slugger Bars.
As if.

“So, when we head back home, how do we decide whose place to stay at? I mean, ’til we figure out where to move in together,” Ben asked, before he shoveled a forkful of pancakes into his mouth. A drop of syrup clung to his cleft chin, and before he wiped it away with a napkin, she contemplated leaning over and licking it off.

Then his words set in.
’Til we figure out where to move in together
. “What do you mean?” she asked.

Corey answered her. “Ben and I have been talking about moving in together. Now, we figure it’ll be the three of us shacking up at—”

She almost dropped her cup. “Oh, no.
Hell
, no. We can’t. Everyone at the office would know.”

“So what if they know?” Corey asked with a cocked eyebrow. “Who the fuck would care?”

“
I
would care.” Her world was spiraling out of control. What happened between them all last night was life changing, too much so. How could her guys expect her to go from single, successful project manager to live-in lover of two men in just one night? Change had never been her strong suit. That amount of change was
unthinkable
. “I’m your boss. What would everyone say?”

“That we’re incredibly lucky guys,” Ben replied with a wink.

Corey grabbed a handful of sugar packets, ripped them open, and spilled them into his coffee, which had just been refreshed. Tracey held her mug while the middle-aged waitress filled it and moved on to the next table. “We can’t move in together. In fact, we can’t…” Saying the words was harder than she thought, but they had to be said. “We can’t repeat what happened last night. Not ever again.”

The men stopped eating and gaped at her. “Why the hell not?” Corey finally blurted out, setting his coffee aside and leaning across the table to glare at her. “Last night was—”

“A mistake!” Tracey hadn’t meant to yell. People in the restaurant turned to stare. She tried to control her tone. “Last night was a mistake. We’d be risking our careers—”

“Bullshit!” Ben shouted, drawing more stares. He thankfully lowered his volume. “This has nothing to do with our careers, Trace, and you fucking well know it. You’re afraid.”

Of course I am!
She wanted to scream the words.
I’m afraid I’m in love with two men and no one will ever understand!
Instead of letting the words slip out, she just shook her head. “I’ve worked hard to get to where I am at Prince and Hart. I can’t just throw it all away because we had a romp in the sack when I’d had too much to drink.”

“That’s all you think happened last night?” Ben asked. “A ‘romp in the sack?’”

She shrugged.

He slid his half-full plate away and narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re wrong.”

“No, I’m right. That’s why you’re both getting so mad.”

“You’re wrong, Trace,” Corey echoed. “We had a connection last night, the three of us. And it scares the shit outta you, doesn’t it?”

“Look, guys—”

“Don’t throw this away,” Ben said. “Just because you’re afraid, don’t throw this relationship away.”

She had to swallow her feelings or she’d break down weeping and beg them to ignore her stupid words, take her home, and never let her go. And then her career would be over. “We don’t have a
relationship
. We had a threesome. Sex. We had sex. That’s all.”

“We didn’t have sex. We made love,” Corey insisted. His hands were clenched into fists. Her surprise was seeing Ben’s were as well. Corey had always been emotional, probably because he was an artist. But Ben? Coolheaded Ben?

Her instincts hadn’t been wrong. She never should have let things go so far last night. Not only was turning their offer down the most painful thing she’d ever done, she knew the passionate, loving memories of the night they spent together would haunt her forever. “Can’t we just all get back to our lives and call last night a fond memory?”

“We’ve got a meeting to get to.” Scooting his chair back, Corey got to his feet. He pulled out his wallet, dropped some bills on the table, and walked away. Ben followed close on his heels.

“Shit,” Tracey muttered to herself. Her stomach felt as if someone had tied her insides in knots. She should run after them, beg their forgiveness, and take them up on their offer. But then what would happen to her career? To their careers?

If anyone in the industry found out that Prince and Hart’s Dream Team shared more than ideas, they’d become the laughingstock of advertising. While she might have enough money socked away to weather that kind of storm, Corey and Ben were still so new. They couldn’t survive a nosedive like that. Her bosses would dismiss them all. No other firm would ever hire them—
any
of them. Just because she’d fallen in love with—

Love?

Oh, fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

That was twice today she’d thought the word
love
in conjunction with Corey and Ben. She really was in love with them!
Both!
And now she would have no choice but to walk away from the potential of a relationship with any other man because she could never be satisfied with anyone but her guys.

Yes, she loved them.

Enough to save them from the bleak future they faced with her at their sides.

Chapter 6

“She’s got another date,” Corey grumbled when Ben strode into the Batcave. “The whole office is buzzing about it. Again. I’ve never seen people who like to gossip as much as the idiots who work here.”

“I already heard,” Ben replied, his own anger rising in response. Two weeks had passed since Indianapolis, and they’d tried not to hover over Tracey, giving her some space and hoping she’d come to her senses before too long. Why couldn’t she see just how perfect they all were together? If only she’d give him and Corey a chance… “George in copy edits told me it’s some accountant this time. You know what’s so frustrating?”

“Besides the fact she treats us like she barely knows us?”

He frowned at Corey, hating the reminder of just how cold and distant the woman they loved had grown. “Besides
that
. It pisses me off that Trace was so worried about gossip if we all stayed together. Can’t she see it wouldn’t matter? There’s more gossip about her love life now than if she’d simply settle down, even if it is with two men.”

Dropping his pencil, Corey folded his arms over his chest. “How long are we gonna let this go on?”

With a shrug, Ben dropped his edited work on his desk. “We’ve talked about this. She’s gotta figure this out for herself, hon.”

“Think she’ll figure it out while she’s fucking some other guy? Doesn’t the jealousy eat at you? ’Cause it’s making me crazy.”

“Of course it does. But we can’t force her to love us the way we love her.” God, but he was sick of her running away. Ben tried to take his mind away from the jealousy that knotted his gut at the notion of another man touching her, loving her. She belonged to him and Corey. Why couldn’t she see that?

Trying to take his mind off his screwed-up love life, Ben looked over the new drawings for Decadent Confections and nodded in satisfaction. At least the work wasn’t suffering—only he and Corey were.

D.C. had loved their ads for Slugger Bars so much, they asked the Dream Team to pitch more of their products. Tracey had thrown herself into the job from the minute they returned from Indianapolis. Ben and Corey had matched her pace at work, often putting in fourteen-hour days. It was clear she was displacing all her pent-up sexual frustration by obsessing over the D.C. promotion. If only they could convince her of that and get her to face what was really bothering her.

Ben wanted nothing more than to grab her, throw her over his shoulder, and drag her someplace where he and Corey could talk some sense into that stubborn head of hers. After what they’d shared in Indianapolis, he knew—as did Corey—that what they had was special. Probably a once-in-a-lifetime kind of connection that the three of them should be exploring and relishing, not running away from.

Yet he understood. Tracey might be tough as nails in business, but she was emotionally fragile. The fact she’d gone through with their night together had been the first time she let the fire walls surrounding her down enough to allow him and Corey to get close. Her withdrawal after shouldn’t have been a surprise, but it still hurt. She was afraid of a broken heart. Didn’t she know they’d protect her heart?