The Strength of Three (11 page)

TJ wrapped his lips around her clit peeking out from beneath its hood and she shot to her toes. If Jon weren’t holding her up, TJ was sure she’d have melted to the floor a long time ago.

He took one last swipe and stood, showering her belly and breasts with kisses on the way.

“Your body’s all flushed, baby. Nice and wet and ready for us.”

Chris licked her lips. He had a better place for that tongue of hers.

TJ palmed her right cheek. Her nostrils flared with each panting breath.

“I need to feel your mouth on my cock, baby. On your knees.” He freed his erection from the confines of his pants and boxers and shoved both down to his knees.

For a split second her eyes widened. Then she swallowed and sank to the ground as if she’d done it a thousand times. He knew from the first night and her tentativeness at going down on Jon she hadn’t. Still, when her lips wrapped around the head of his cock and drew on it, his eyes rolled back in his head and he nearly lost his balance.

Who needed experience when you had raw talent and enthusiasm?

“Shit,” he growled when she swept over the bundle of nerves near the tip. Fuck, she seemed to know exactly where to touch, how hard to suck, how much to take in— “Uhn.”

Jon grunted in laughter and stripped his clothes off. “Now you know.”

TJ grasped her hair in his hands and held her still on his cock. Jesus. Thirty seconds in her hot mouth and he was ready to come. Obviously her tentativeness had gone by the wayside.

“No more,” he groaned and pulled away. Shiny wet, his cock twitched in protest. TJ lifted his chin. “On the bed.”

He smiled when she readily obeyed. Her ass wiggled as she climbed up and crawled across the bed, giving him a fantastic peek at the rosy aperture between firm cheeks. TJ nodded at Jon, who turned and grabbed a duffle bag from the floor near the foot of the bed.

Two steps later, TJ kicked his pants off and knelt on the bed behind her. Chris turned, a heated look on her face.

Her pussy glistened between her thighs, beckoning him in.

“Raise your leg, baby.” TJ patted the thigh he wanted moved and slid beneath her so she straddled him. She gasped as his cock trailed a line of his pre-come across her hip and nudged the folds of her pussy.

“You’re going to take me in both, aren’t you?” There was a hint of fear in her words but her eyes held a touch of excitement. Her pulse hammered at the V of her neck. TJ tilted his head and placed a soft kiss there.

“I’m going to have help,” he murmured and fingered her nipples. She arched her back like a kitten and purred.

TJ watched as Jon ran his hands over the globes of her ass. “Perfect.”

Chris’s forehead landed on TJ’s chest. “Is this gonna hurt?”

Both he and Jon burst out laughing. God he loved her.

Stunned at the direction of his thoughts, TJ lifted Chris’s head with his thumb under her chin.

“You will take us both and you will love it, baby.”

Her eyes glittered. Jon held up a tube of lubricant and TJ gave a slight nod.

“What if I…don’t?” she squealed when Jon’s finger penetrated the tight ring of muscles of her ass.

TJ reached for her clit and circled it.

“Shit.” Her head dropped and her body shook above him.

“You will.”

“Relax, sugar, let me stretch you.”

Chris whined but her hips pushed as if she didn’t know which way to go. Forward into the touch at her clit, or back onto the finger working its way into her ass.

“Uhn.”

“That’s a girl.”

TJ saw Jon coat his fingers again with the lube and then he pressed into her a second time. He must have used two fingers this time because Chris hissed and shot forward. TJ took advantage of the exceptional placement of her breasts and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

“Son of a… Oh God. Please,” she begged.

When she settled, he released her nipple with a pop. “Payback’s a bitch,” she growled.

TJ grinned. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Teej, I can’t wait anymore.” Jon withdrew and grabbed hold of her hips.

“Me either.” TJ guided his cock to her slick opening. “Come down on me, Chris.”

She whimpered as she slowly impaled herself on his straining cock, her inner muscles gripping him until his eyes crossed.

Jon’s hips pressed forward.

TJ expected her to balk or put a stop to their double penetration. Sweat beaded Jon’s forehead and chest as he worked his cock into her ass.

What he didn’t expect was for her to throw her head back and shout, “Keep going. Keep going.”

TJ felt Jon’s erection creeping along his with only the thin barrier of tissue separating them. When Jon was seated fully, TJ withdrew. Chris sucked in a deep breath and practically followed his cock, which in turn pulled her off Jon.

“Stay still.” TJ gripped her hips and slammed into her. He and Jon set up a rhythm, penetrating and withdrawing, sliding into her body like they’d done this a thousand times. She was perfect. Perfect for both of them and they wouldn’t let her go. Somehow they had to make her see.

None of them lasted more than a few minutes.

“I need to…I…please let me…” she cried.

“Yeah, baby. Come for us,” TJ broke in. He reached between them and pressed on her exposed clit. Her body seized and she screamed. TJ yanked her hips down and Jon thrust in. Both of them pumped into her at the same time, spurting their come deep inside her body.

Chris collapsed, sprawling her body over TJ’s. Jon withdrew from her body and rolled to their side, one hand still on her back, stroking and caressing her as all their breathing slowed.

Finally TJ pulled from her sheath and twisted until she was lying between him and Jon. He flipped a lock of hair from her face. Her eyes drooped but a smile graced her lips, and he kissed the tip of her nose.

“Sleep, baby. I think we could all use a nap.” TJ yawned and snuggled closer to the woman he loved.

Chapter Seven

Chris tapped her foot impatiently. TJ and Jon were in Kyle’s office, not fifteen feet away and it was too far.

“Shit.” As if the last three days spent lazing in their bed hadn’t been enough. Only thirty minutes had passed since they’d left her at her desk before their meeting. Not quite lunchtime yet but already this morning she hadn’t been able to pull herself from their presence for more than five minutes.

What the hell was happening to her?

Love.

The word slammed into her like a baseball bat to the forehead.

Friday night and the bar seemed like a lifetime away. Her one-night fling had turned into more of a five-nighter and she couldn’t see it ending anytime soon.

Didn’t want to see it ending.

The thought should have scared her to death. So why did she want so badly to always be a part of them? Why did the mere thought of them being with another woman make her want to throw up?

“Oh, sweetie, how are you?” Aislinn’s voice pierced her vision like a needle in a balloon, popping the image of TJ and Jon pleasuring some bimbo.

Aislinn came around the desk and wrapped her arms around Chris’s body. “Kyle told me what happened. I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you okay? You guys were gone before I knew about it. I should have been there for you.”

Chris nodded. “I know you would have.” She squeezed her best friend back. “It all happened so fast and I didn’t think about calling anyone. TJ and Jon kind of took over and swept us all away. I’ll be okay.” She took a deep breath. “I think, in the back of my mind, I always knew it would happen this way. I’m kind of surprised it didn’t happen sooner.” Her throat closed up and tears threatened again. She still couldn’t shake the image of her mother lying at the foot of the stairs and she was more than relieved she hadn’t actually seen it.

“So he was arrested. He confessed and everything?”

“In a manner of speaking.”

“And what about your brother?”

Chris picked up a pen from her desk and twirled it between her finger and thumb. “I don’t know. I never heard from him after we left the police station. Last I saw he was spouting something about suing everyone within hearing distance. It was enough to make me leave and never look back.”

Aislinn had a sympathetic look on her face. She patted Chris’s hand in understanding then a grin curved her lips.

“Lunch at Miguel’s? You need a good bowl of tortilla soup.”

“Absolutely.” This was exactly what she needed. A return to normalcy and lunch with her best friend at the café around the corner where they ate almost every day.

“Great. Let’s go early.” Aislinn practically bounced.

Chris eyeballed the closed door to Kyle’s office. Aislinn turned to follow her gaze. Her smile grew bigger than ever. “I’m taking it the fling went very well.”

“More than you’ll ever know,” Chris muttered, standing to grab her purse. Thank God she wasn’t as tender between her legs anymore. The first couple of days had been a little awkward. Her walking bow-legged, when they’d let her up long enough to walk must have been amusing.

“Oh my God, girl. I am so getting all the juicy details at lunch.”

Christina snorted just as the office door opened. Jon poked his head out. “Where are you ladies headed off to?”

“Lunch,” they answered together and giggled as they walked away. Chris’s heart pounded. It actually felt strange to leave their presence. Like a string was pulling her back, urging her not to go far. Aislinn looped her hand around Chris’s elbow.

“Be careful,” Jon growled.

“Oh Lord,” Aislinn sighed dramatically. “How did we both get saddled with overprotective brutes?”

“I don’t know.”
But
I’m not inclined to find out how to get unsaddled.

Ten minutes later they were sitting at their usual outdoor table and gave the waiter, Manuel, their order. Chris lifted her face to the sun, letting it warm her. The past several days had been such a blur, she felt like she was in some kind of time warp.

The skin prickled along the back of her neck. She snapped her gaze around.

“So tell me everything and don’t leave anything out.” Aislinn’s words came from a distance.

Chris didn’t see anyone in particular but the feeling of unease wouldn’t leave.

“I want all the details.”

Sweat trickled between her breasts and shoulder blades.

“Are they as good as the rumors say they are? Not that it’s any of my business, but what good is being best friends if you can’t share? Chris? Hey, Chris.”

Their surroundings came slamming back into Chris. The tinkling of dishes, chattering among the other outdoor patrons, birds chirping, a car honking, the breeze lifting her hair. She sucked in a deep breath and shook her head to clear it of the eerie feeling.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Are you okay?” Aislinn touched Chris’s forearm with light fingers.

Chris lifted the glass of ice water and took a long drink. “I’m fine. Just got the feeling I was being watched or something.”

Aislinn craned her neck and twisted in her seat. “I don’t see anything out of the ordinary.”

“Me neither.” Chris gave a tight laugh. “Too bad your vision thing doesn’t work on command.” She was only half joking. It might be kind of nice to see the future.

Well, maybe not so much. One of the visions Aislinn had seen had been of her fiancé being killed. She’d had enough time to warn Kyle though and divert at least some of the disaster, leaving Kyle very much alive.

“It isn’t always a blessing.”

Chris smiled. “I guess not.”

“Spill.”

Their meals arrived before Chris could answer. Miguel’s tortilla soup was her absolute favorite. Chris broke the fried strips of tortilla down into the bowl, letting them soak up the spicy, cheesy soup filled with bits of chicken, and lifted the spoon to her mouth. The flavors exploded on her tongue. Today was definitely going to be a two-bowl day.

She was just about to tell the waiter she really wanted another bowl when a chill shot down her spine and a shadow fell over her.

“We’re done. Let’s get out of here, I’m starving.” Jon stood and rotated his head on his shoulders, working out some of the tension. They’d had to fire someone for trying to sell the plans of a special security prototype they’d been developing.

The guy hadn’t even had an excuse for them. He’d seen green and gone after it. Thank God they’d caught wind of it before he’d done any real damage.

“Me too.” TJ stretched his arms to the ceiling.

Kyle joined in. “Yeah. Let’s go find the girls and join them. They haven’t been gone long.”

The three of them looked at one another and grunted, “Miguel’s.”

“You’d think they’d get tired of that place.” TJ led them from Kyle’s office and over to the bank of elevators.

“Aislinn says it’s something in the tortilla soup,” Kyle said, stepping onto the elevator when it opened with a ding. “All I know is that since you guys have been gone, she hasn’t gone to Miguel’s, and I don’t get the same woman back in the office after lunch that I do when Chris is here.”