Tyler, Lynn - Be With Us (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (5 page)

Nodding, Lindsay accepted Liam’s help with her jacket. “Yes, thank you.”

She stood there, looking up at the two men, slightly uncomfortable at the sudden silence. At a complete loss for something to say, she settled for licking her dry lips.

Liam gave a small growl and stepped a little closer.
“C
hérie
, I’m dying to kiss you. Please,
please
let me kiss you.”

Lips aching for his, she nodded breathlessly.

“Thank you,” he breathed before he touched his mouth gently to hers.

Oh, it was heaven. It was the kind of kiss you only read about in romance novels. Long and slow and just right. When he cupped the back of her neck for a better angle, she sighed. When the hand on her waist pulled her close enough to feel a rigid erection brush against her belly, she shivered. And when he pulled his mouth away and rested his forehead against hers, she groaned in disappointment. “You kiss like a dream,” Liam panted, his cock actually twitching against her stomach.

A pair of hands gently separated them, and Nick took Liam’s place. “My turn,” he said gruffly. Nick’s kiss was totally different but just as arousing. He took her lips aggressively, using his teeth and tongue to tease, cajole, and explore. Crowding her, he backed her against Liam’s front so that she was surrounded by both of them. Liam’s arms wrapped around her and cupped Nick’s hips so that he was holding them both.

It felt so right to be here with them, pressed between their hard, straining bodies. She knew that if they stripped her and took her right here, she wouldn’t object. In fact, the plea for them to do just that was so close to the surface she almost screamed with frustration when Nick ended the kiss.

“My god, Lindsay,” he gasped, resting his head in the crook of her neck, “that was indescribable.”

Holy Hannah, Lindsay was on fire. The lace of her bra irritated her swollen, sensitive nipples, and her panties were wet and sticky. The two hard cocks pressing against her, both front and back, weren’t helping. Pressing her thighs together, she squirmed restlessly between them, causing both men to groan and grind against her.

Liam took a step back, and the sudden rush of air was cold on her back. “We’d better stop now,” Liam said, his accent thick.

Nick straightened and nodded. “We want you too much,” he explained. “We want to do this slowly.”

Lindsay had to smile at the way Nick practically choked on the last word. She doubted Nick ever took anything slow. Her suspicion was confirmed when he muttered something about dying of frustration. Smothering a giggle, she wiggled her fingers in a wave. “I’ve really got to go home now,” she said with a grin.

Waggling his eyebrows suggestively, Liam grabbed her wrist and spun her around so that she faced him. “In a rush to get home and take the edge off?” he asked wickedly.

Oh no. She wasn’t going to let him embarrass her now. She could give it as good as she could take it. “Yep. My vibrator and I have a hot date. What about you two? Are the two of you going to run upstairs and have hot, sweaty sex the minute I drive away?” She shot them a wink and a salacious smirk.

Liam’s mouth dropped open, and a dusky flush crept over his face. Laughing, Nick wound his arm around Liam’s hips and cupped his crotch. “Why yes, yes we are,” he said conversationally as he fondled the other man through his pants. “And we’ll be imagining you between us the whole time.”

Lindsay’s cheeks heated, and Nick laughed again, clearly delighted that both of them blushed so easily. He let go of Liam, seized her and gave her a brief, hard kiss. “You’d better go before we decide to forget our decision to take things slowly.”

Her pussy flooded again, but Nick was right. She wasn’t quite ready to take on the two of them. She slipped on her shoes and smiled shakily when the two men escorted her to her car. “Call us when you get home,” Liam said. He waited until she nodded before shutting her car door.

Oh lordy, she needed to get home quickly. The sight of Nick fondling Liam had her hot and bothered and led to her imagining them naked, in bed, and doing things that got her even hotter and more bothered. Her little silver bullet was going to get a workout tonight. Maybe she should invest in a battery company.

Chapter 5

The nervous anticipation that had plagued Lindsay all day evaporated in the face of Nick’s easy-going company. Sitting across from him in the semi-quiet corner of the sports bar he’d taken her to, her hand held securely by his, Lindsay was shocked at how natural the whole situation felt. Even the flirty phone call from Liam halfway through dinner felt normal.

Working their way through an enormous brownie sundae, Lindsay gathered the courage to ask the one prominent question on her mind. “So…what are your intentions?” she blurted. Oh god, she sounded like an idiot. All she had to do was add the “toward my daughter” and she could have been a father grilling his precious baby’s first boyfriend. Not that her dad would have bothered to grill any dates, never mind the fact that she had never gone a date while she had been living at him. But still.

Nick’s eyes widened slightly at her bald question, but otherwise he showed no reaction. “My intentions or our intentions?” he asked, clearly meaning him and Liam.

Glad he was taking her question seriously, she squeezed his hand appreciatively. “Both.”

Smiling tenderly, Nick turned his hand so they were palm to palm and laced his fingers through hers. “Liam and I have been looking for another permanent partner for a while now,” he said quietly. “We think that partner might be you.”

Lindsay’s stomach flipped over with a healthy dose of fear. Permanent partner. That meant being with them openly. Being seen with both of them in public. Together. Given at how physically affectionate both men seemed to be, there would be little chance of hiding their relationship. God, the scandal it would cause. The gossip. Lindsay’s life had already been ruined by scandal and gossip once. She didn’t know if she could survive it again.

As if sensing her sudden hesitation and imminent withdrawal, Nick plowed on. “For tonight, well, tonight my intentions pretty much center on getting you to invite me in and letting me kiss you senseless.” He rubbed the inside of her wrist with his thumb enticingly as he smiled at her hopefully, his dark eyes sparkling at her.

The sick dread that had been growing by leaps and bounds was immediately eclipsed by a flood of lust. Dismissing her anxiety temporarily, she put down her spoon and pushed away the sundae. “Well, you’ve convinced me,” she said brazenly. “Take me home, good sir.”

The drive to her apartment complex went by quickly, and with each passing block, Lindsay found it harder and harder to quell her growing apprehension. When she used her key to let them in the complex’s secured door, her hand shook visibly. A single glance in the elevator’s warped mirror showed a pale, wide-eyed woman who looked like she was on the edge of some kind of breakdown.

By the time they got to her unit, her hands were shaking so hard she could barely get the key in the lock. Nick saved her the trouble, taking the key from her nerveless fingers, and opened the door before nudging her inside.

She concentrated on taking her coat off while she tried to gather herself back together. Holy Hannah, should she offer him coffee? Wine? She was totally out of her element. Turning to Nick, Lindsay took a sudden step back, startled by the burning intensity in his expression. “Any chance I could talk you into that kiss?”

At her mute nod, he moved in slowly, carefully, completely at odds with the urgent hunger reflected on his face. He cupped her chin and touched her mouth softly, running his thumb across her lower lip. She flicked out her tongue and licked the tip of his thumb quickly, astonished by her own boldness.

Nick’s eyes flared, the pupils dilating suddenly. Breathing hard, he kissed her, a string of short, deep, demanding kisses that left them both breathless and aching.

Lips tingling, Lindsay stared up at Nick. His pulse pounded visibly in his throat, and his lust was clearly printed across his face. He looked so good standing there, so deliciously aroused. Throwing caution to the wind, she used his tie to drag him down and attacked his neck with small love bites followed by soothing strokes of her tongue.

A sound rose from his chest, a purr almost, and he gathered her closer. Her legs left the floor, and she vaguely realized he was lifting her against him. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lindsay hoisted herself higher so that she could reach his mouth. He kissed her fiercely, his tongue darting in and out, exploring deeply and generally bossing her own tongue around with expertise. It took her a second to grasp that Nick was moving, the action causing her pelvis to rub against his hard abs. “Need to get to the couch,” he mumbled against her mouth.

She used the opportunity to nibble on his ear, biting down and pulling on the lobe gently, smiling when he shivered and massaged her butt. So his ears were a hot spot. She filed that bit of information away as she busily worked on loosening his tie. He dropped her on the couch with a plop and ripped the tie off, flinging it over his shoulder. Before she could utter a word of protest against his actions, he sat down next to her and pulled her over him so that she straddled his lap.

They made out like teenagers for what seemed like hours, shifting and sliding against each other with abandon. Somewhere along the line their clothing had disappeared until she was clad only in her blue lace bra, matching panties, stay-up stockings and heels. “Oh god, baby. If I’d have known what you were wearing under your sweater and skirt, I would have died.”

Nick was down to his underwear himself, black cotton briefs that were currently tented by an impressive erection. Nick defined masculine beauty. His body was long and lean, the muscles well defined.

Gold hoops dangled from his nipples as he stood before her, and he moaned when she touched one softly with the tip of her finger. Well, he obviously liked that. Nick was a study in dichotomies. On the outside, he appeared to be straitlaced and conservative. Strip him down and he was all rebel, complete with piercings and a tattoo peeking out from his underwear.

God, she just wanted to lap him up. Bending, Lindsay took one ring in her mouth, tugging on it gently with her teeth before lapping at the nipple. She used her hand to pull and twist the ring gently, thrilled with the growl the action elicited. “Lindsay…you need to stop.” He groaned again when she played with the rings more aggressively. He caught her hands in his and pressed them to his chest. “Listen, baby. That feels too good. You need to slow down and let me take over. I promise, you won’t be disappointed.”

She acquiesced, letting go of his nipple rings and cupping his face in both palms. “Okay,” she murmured, staring into his fathomless dark eyes, “I trust you.”

“Thank you.” Nick positioned her so she straddled his hips again and cupped the back of her neck, tugging her down for a kiss. He took her mouth by storm, using his lips, tongue, and teeth until she forgot about kissing him back and just let him take her where he wanted them to go.

He moved his lips to her ear, sucking on her lobe for a second before nuzzling into her jaw. Lindsay tilted her head back, baring her throat, and twined her fingers in his hair as he nipped at the delicate tendon just under her ear and down the side of her neck. She was creaming so hard and fast she was sure Nick would be able to feel it through their underwear. She had never gotten this wet, this ready, so quickly in all her life. Hell, not even her favorite vibrator was able to get her this hot.

Mouthing her nipple through the lace, alternately sucking and biting, Nick grabbed her hips and rocked her against him. Her hypersensitive clit rubbed directly against the ridge of his cock at just the right angle causing a series of detonations to explode at the base of her spine. Lindsay cried out, her whole body shuddering as the spasms of her orgasm thundered through her.

Nick’s fingers tightened on her waist, and he pumped his hips urgently against hers. The look of agonized ecstasy and the way he said her name, as if he were uttering a prayer, drew out her climax until it was impossibly long.

She collapsed into him, burying her face against his throat, and floated on the blissed-out, postorgasmic feeling. This must be what drug addicts felt after a fix. Oh, god. If being with Nick was this intense, being with the both of them would kill her. But at least she’d die with a smile on her face.