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“So you told them we had sex,” I clarified. “That’s quite a leap.”

The corner of his mouth tipped up. I remembered that small gesture, how it made me climb in his lap and kiss him. And then do more. He’d loved to lean in and suck on my nipples until I was writhing. Only then did he let me sink onto him and ride him like a cowgirl.

“I told them I wanted sex with you again.”

The microwave dinged and he looked away to get the food. The scent of tomato sauce and garlic filled the air.

Heat pooled low in my belly at his words. He wanted me. There was no confusion on that. I put the sandwich down. “So you’re looking for, what? One wild night?”

“Who said anything about just one night?” he asked, coming to sit at the table with his reheated food. Our knees bumped beneath the table.

I stared at Gus. Waited. Tried to calm my racing heart because I was all for sex with him again.

He glanced at me, grabbed a fork from the center of the table where there was a little utensil holder. “I loved you, pixie. I always have. No woman’s ever come close to you, or what we shared. I guess I’ve just been waiting.”

Holy. Shit. He loved me?

“You… you don’t know anything about me,” I countered. I felt ridiculously nervous and a little excited. It was a little weird to have this conversation in front of Kemp and Poe, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves as they watched, Poe eating his salad. Kemp just grinned.

“You just told us a bunch.” Gus leaned in. “I know more about you than most people.”

Would I ever stop blushing? Would I ever stop remembering what his lips had felt like on mine… and other places? Was his beard as soft as it looked? Would it tickle the inside of my thighs as he ate me out? God, I wanted him to skip the Italian and go right for my pussy instead.

“But I want to learn more,” he continued. “That’s why I asked you to dinner.”

“And after?” I asked. He’d flirted. He’d talked about his… undercarriage. Hadn’t hidden how aroused he was. Sex was open for discussion, even in front of Kemp and Poe.

His eyes dropped to my mouth. “After, I want to touch you again. Find all your sweet spots. Touch them, lick them. Make you come. Fuck, do I ever.”

I swallowed hard, thrilled I hadn’t eaten much of the sandwich yet. My skin heated, and I knew I was blushing.

“It was good between us,” he continued. “But we barely had time to figure out what made us hot.”

“You made me hot,” I replied honestly, which made him smile, his gaze dropped to my mouth. If I’d said anything else, he’d know it was a lie. “But you’re right, I’ve learned some stuff about what I like. I’m not sure—”

“If what, I’ll be into it?” He forked up a piece of lasagna, stuck it in his mouth.

I glanced at Kemp and Poe, saw their quiet curiosity. Heated, and interested, gazes. It probably wasn’t very often they had this kind of conversation over lunch at the office.

“Well, yeah.”

He tipped his chin up, indicating I should eat. I picked up the half sandwich again, took another bite. Chewed. I was thankful for the moment to organize my thoughts.

What the hell was going on? In the space of a few minutes, I’d run into Gus again, ex-boyfriend and virginity claimer. I’d met his two vet colleagues who were smoking hot and seemed to know more about me than I ever imagined. And I was sitting here… in front of two other men, talking about what it would be like if Gus and I had sex again. It would definitely be hot and heavy, but I didn’t know if it would be enough. I had no doubt he’d make me come every time. He had ten years ago.

Okay, not that first time because it had hurt like hell, but that missed orgasm had been his motivation to see me satisfied every time after that. And he’d gone after it with a boyish enthusiasm that I’d found endearing.

Now, there was no doubt he’d pleasure me not only with that same eagerness, but with skill that only came with experience. A wicked combination.

Still… it wasn’t going to be enough. I needed more. I craved it.

I was single. It had been awhile since I’d had an honest to goodness, male-induced orgasm. And Gus’s dick? Oh yeah, I wanted some of that grown up piece of meat, but I didn’t know if he could give me what I wanted. If he even was into the same things as me. Just because we’d been good together at eighteen didn’t mean it would be the same—or better—now. I was wired for a little kink. No, a lot of kink. To top it off, I wasn’t just attracted to Gus. I glanced at Kemp and Poe. I wanted them too.

“Okay, so share some stuff that you’re into,” he said calmly, as if he were asking me to talk about my favorite books. My preferred jelly flavor. If I liked mint or gel toothpaste.

I glanced between the three of them.

Kemp sat back in his chair as if he were settling in for a while. Poe completely ignored his green salad and watched me.


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