Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
J ordan watched the first couple take to the dance floor as the band began playing. Gabriel and Casey were talking to an older gentleman about the chandelier in the ballroom. She’d been shocked when they had arrived at her apartment together to escort her to the party.
Strangely, it hadn’t felt odd in the least. They were all friends, so the conversation flowed easily in the limo and continued through dinner. She’d laughed more in the past few hours than she had in months. Both men were charming, witty and, if she wasn’t mistaken, flirting with her. The weird part was whenever one made some sexy innuendo or touched her lightly, the other man watched without a spark of jealousy or concern.
It was driving her nuts. And making her horny as shit.
“Jordan, do you mind if we leave you alone for a few minutes? Mr. Porter wants to see the electrical setup for the room.”
She lifted her wineglass and smiled. “No problem. I’m fine here.”
All three men walked away. Jordan didn’t bother to hide the fact she checked out Gabriel’s and Casey’s asses. They were both extremely handsome, though their appearances couldn’t be more different. Casey’s golden blond hair and tan seemed even lighter next to Gabriel’s dark hair and complexion.
“If you really want to shake things up, fuck both of them at the same time. How freaking hot would that be?”
Jordan squeezed her legs together and silently cursed Stephanie for daring her to dream such an impossible dream. Last night, her fantasy had continued to evolve as Casey took a turn between her legs while Gabriel sucked on her breasts. She’d brought herself to climax twice before she finally managed to sleep.
Sophie had suggested it would be easier for her to decide between them after a few more dates. Unfortunately tonight only made that choice more impossible.
“Argh!”
Speak of the devil.
Jordan grinned when Sophie plopped down on a seat recently vacated by a man who’d headed to the bar for a refill. “Is something wrong, Soph?”
“Not something. Someone. Marc Garrett.”
“Oh wow. Is he here? Where is he?” Jordan had heard the man’s name several times over the past few months—each time spoken with more venom. She was dying of curiosity to see what the man who gave “unflappable Sophie” fits looked like. Marc had become her friend’s arch enemy, though Jordan couldn’t figure out exactly why. All she knew was whenever Sophie’s path crossed Marc’s, things quickly went south.
Sophie waved her hand over her shoulder but didn’t turn to point out the free-aid lawyer who irritated her. “Over there somewhere. I should have had security escort him out. Arrogant jerk.”
“Damn. What happened?”
Sophie opened her purse and pulled out a mirror to check her still-perfect hair and makeup. Jordan could have told her she looked fantastic, but Sophie didn’t appear to be looking at herself. Instead she was using the mirror to glance at the crowd behind her. Jordan studied the group of men gathered around the stage, but none of them stood out to her. Then a handsome, dark-haired man turned and looked toward their table. Jordan couldn’t be sure, but she thought he winked.
Sophie quickly snapped her mirror closed and put it back in her handbag.
“Why do you talk to him if he bugs you so much, Soph?”
“It’s not like I seek him out. Asshole cornered me in the coat check room.”
“What did he say?”
Sophie shrugged and stood. “Nothing. He never says anything important.”
Before Jordan could ask for more details, Casey and Gabriel returned to the table.
“You and your committee did a fantastic job planning this event, Sophie. You should be very pleased. Bridget told me you’ve already surpassed your contributions goal.”
Sophie smiled. “It’s been a terrific night, Gabe, but let’s not fool ourselves into thinking the success had anything to do with the party. It was kind of you to allow us to host it here as your grand opening for the inn. The tickets sold out in record time because half of Portland was dying to see inside this place. The remodel is incredible.”
Gabriel put his hand on Casey’s shoulder. “That’s because of this guy. He’s an architectural genius.”
“Christ. Don’t go spreading that lie around, Gabe. Someone might hear you and believe it.”
Sophie rolled her eyes. “Modest ’til the end. I have to go check in with the band’s manager. Make sure they have everything they need. You guys get Jordan out there on the dance floor. She has a tendency to play the wallflower at parties. I’m counting on you to prevent that tonight.”
Casey gave her a salute. “Aye aye, Captain. We’re on it.”
Sophie quickly walked toward the stage as Casey and Gabriel reclaimed their seats.
Gabriel pointed to Sophie. “I swear that woman could win the Boston Marathon in those high heels of hers.”
Jordan agreed. “I’ve told her the same thing several times. I can’t even walk in shoes that high, and she spends hours dashing from one end of the bar to the next in them.”
Casey sipped his water. “After watching her in her country club-party planner glory, I have a hard time remembering Sophie waits tables at Books and Brew for a living.”
“Well, she does more than wait tables. She’s our marketing person too. I swear she could sell eyeglasses to a blind man. She’s incredible. As soon as this event is over, she’s already warned me she has a big thing planned for the store. Some sort of bachelor auction.”
Gabriel winced. “If she thinks she’s going to rope me in to something like that, she’s nuts.”
“Well,” Jordan drawled. “I do remember your name being mentioned.”
Casey laughed. “I think you should go for it.”
“I wouldn’t laugh, Mr. Woods. She has your name on the list too.”
“Fuck,” Casey muttered. “Save us, Jordan.”
She took her napkin off her lap and put it on the table. “How am I supposed to do that?”
Gabriel stood up and grasped her hand. Rather than answer, he pulled her close to him. “It’s getting warm in here. You want to take that tour of the place now?”
“Sure. I’d love that.”
Casey hesitated. “You want some company?”
Jordan started to reply, but she realized he had directed the question to Gabriel.
Gabriel nodded. “Yeah. I think the three of us should take this tour.”
Casey smiled. Jordan studied both men’s faces, sensing an odd undercurrent to the conversation.
Casey grabbed the bottle of wine from their table. Jordan followed him out of the ballroom, Gabriel holding her hand.
They walked to the lobby, the sound of the band receding in the distance behind them.
Gabriel blew out a relieved breath. “Finally. Peace and quiet.”
Jordan expected Gabriel to release her hand and was foolishly relieved when he didn’t. “I thought the band was pretty good. But yeah, you’re right. Too loud.”
Casey waved his hand toward the fancy foyer. “Guess we can start the tour here.”
For the next hour, Casey and Gabriel led her on a tour of the old house, discussing the history of the authentic furnishings, the old photographs Casey had found in an upstairs attic and framed, and the intricate woodwork he’d restored. He pointed out how he’d used color to lighten or enhance certain areas. Jordan was blown away by Casey’s attention to detail.
“Is it any wonder why I hired him for the job?” Gabriel asked. “The guy brings it all to the table—the artistic eye, the architectural training, and magic fingers when it comes to making something beautiful.”
Jordan acknowledged the truth of Gabriel’s words with a smile, but her inner voice started talking again. Even though Gabriel had held her hand throughout the tour, a part of her couldn’t let go of the suspicion he was trying to set her up with his friend. It was confusing as hell.
“Here’s my favorite spot,” Gabriel said, when they reached the end of the upstairs hallway. “It’s the largest bedroom. I suspect there will be lots of weddings held at the inn and this will be the honeymoon suite.”
He opened the door, and Jordan gasped at the luxurious, huge bedroom. “Oh my God. It’s gorgeous.”
Jordan tried to take it all in, but there were too many pretty things—the large canopied bed, the walnut furniture, the ornate mirror that covered nearly one whole wall. Her eyes had trouble focusing on anything for long before something else equally amazing caught her attention.
“We sort of strayed from the script in here, installing a lot of modern comforts along with the antiques and period furnishings. Plus, as Gabe said, it’s probably going to be used as a honeymoon suite most of the time, so we threw in a dash of the romantic.”
“More than a dash,” Jordan said, running her fingers along the plush, deep-red duvet.
Gabriel walked up behind her and tugged down the corner of the comforter. “Silk sheets.”
Jordan stroked the silk and closed her eyes, imagining what it would feel like to slide between them. “So nice. I’ve never slept in silk sheets.”
“Never?” Gabriel asked.
She shook her head. “I’m more a cotton-in-the-summer, flannel-in-the-winter kind of girl.”
“That’s a shame.” Gabriel leaned closer and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.
Jordan’s heart raced at the brief contact, and it suddenly became difficult to catch a breath. Was that a friendly kiss? Did he remember Casey was in the room too?
She turned quickly, sitting on the edge of the bed. Both men were looking at her with what her overwrought mind thought was undisguised lust.
“Jesus,” she muttered. Was she in one of her fantasies? Had she had too much to drink? Was she seeing things?
Gabriel looked concerned, but Casey grinned. “We’re freaking you out, aren’t we?”
She nodded.
Gabriel ran a hand through his hair. “Crap. I’m sorry, Jordy. Casey and I had a chat last night.”
“About what?” she asked.
Casey walked toward her, plopping beside her on the bed. “About you.”
“I knew it.” Heat crept into her face. She’d made a complete ass of herself. They were both too nice and now they were going to try to let her down easy. “You don’t have to say anything. This is all my fault.”
Gabriel frowned. “What’s your fault?”
She stood up and started pacing, her nervous words falling out faster than her brain could process them. “I was an idiot to think either one of you would want to date me. Let alone both of you. I mean, you guys could have any woman in town. Someone beautiful, smart, more interesting than a bookkeeper. I’m just an insane, extremely horny woman who’s been thinking with her hormones, not her head. I didn’t mean to throw myself at you guys. So I’m letting you off the hook. I’m going to go home, drink a bottle of wine—maybe two—and pass out, and in the morning, can we all please just forget this ever happened? I’d really like to maintain the friendships. I hope I didn’t do anything to jeopardize that.”
Casey looked at Gabriel. “What the fuck is she talking about?”
Gabriel shrugged. “I don’t have a clue.”
Casey stood up. “Jordan, I think we’re going to have to talk about your self-confidence issues.”
Now it was her turn to be confused. “I have issues?”
Casey crossed his arms. “Oh hell yeah. Lots of them. Apparently you’re under the mistaken impression that we aren’t attracted to you, that you aren’t smart, funny and fun. All that bullshit.”
Gabriel took her hand. “Did you really think we brought you up here to tell you we didn’t want you? Why would we bring you to a bedroom to break news like that?”
“You brought me up here for a purpose? I thought this was just part of the tour.”
Casey scoffed, running his hand through his hair. “Jeez.”
“Wait. Why are you both here?”
Gabriel squeezed her hand. “We both want you.”
She closed her eyes, her heart aching. Sophie was wrong. She didn’t have time. “God. You want me to choose, don’t you?”
Casey stepped closer. They were both taller than her, muscular and broad. She marveled at how comforting their nearness was. She should have felt trapped, suffocated, but instead she was warm, happy.
Casey ran his hand along her bare arm. She’d felt ridiculous in the strapless dress Sophie loaned her, until Casey and Gabriel arrived to pick her up. Their widened eyes and approving grins had made her feel special, beautiful. “Yeah. There’s a choice to be made, Jordan, but it doesn’t have to be the one you’re thinking of.”
She shivered with desire at his simple touch. “What do you mean?”
Gabriel lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the base of her palm, letting his mouth linger over the pulse point at her wrist. There was no way he could miss the pounding beat. “We want you to choose us . Both of us.”
She fought to understand. “Both?”
“We don’t want to fight over you any more than you want to choose between us, Jordy. Casey and I talked last night about the possibility of sharing you.”
“Taking turns?”
Gabriel shook his head. “No. If you agree to our proposal, it’ll be all three of us climbing between those silk sheets. Together. Have you ever been part of a threesome?”
Jordan burst into laughter. “Oh yeah, sure. Loads of times. Why just last night, I?—”
“We’re not kidding, Jordy.”
Gabriel’s words stopped her. “You’re not?”
Casey shook his head.
“That’s insane,” she whispered.
Casey shrugged. “I said the same thing at first. Then I thought about it. It really could work.”
“Jesus,” she repeated, remembering Stephanie’s suggestion that she go for a threesome. At the time it had seemed as likely as walking on Mars. She needed to sit down. She reclaimed her spot on the edge of the bed. “Have you guys ever?—”
“No,” Gabriel interrupted. “Never. It’s definitely just been a fantasy up until now.”
“I always thought a guy’s ideal ménage was with two women who were making out with each other as well as him.”
Casey laughed. “Yeah, well…”
Her eyes widened as another thought crashed in on her. “Um, are you guys interested in each other too? I mean are you going to?—”
“Holy fuck, no!” Gabriel’s vehement reply set that record straight quickly. “In fact, I’ve already told Casey he can’t look at me if we do this.”
Jordan’s leg began to bounce nervously. They were serious about this. They’d discussed having sex with her. At the same time. “I’m not sure I’d know how to even go about this.”
Gabriel gently put his hand on her knee. “There’s definitely going to be a learning curve here.”
She giggled nervously. “You’re not kidding. I haven’t had sex in over two years. I think that might technically make me a virgin again.”
Casey cupped her face and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Awesome. We’ll be your firsts. What do you say, Jordan? You game to try?”
“Yes.” The answer came so quickly, both men laughed.
Gabriel tugged her up and toward him, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I appreciate you taking the time to think it over.”
“If I think it over, I’ll freak out and leave. Believe me, it’s better that I go with my gut instinct here.”
Casey ran a comforting hand along her back. “I’m good with gut instinct.”
Gabriel loosened his hold and led her to the bed as Casey walked over and locked the door.
“You’re sure it’s okay if we stay here?” she asked.
“I’ve got an in with the owner,” Casey joked.
Gabriel pulled back the duvet. “Actually, I already booked this room with the hotel manager. Told him I’d be staying overnight.”
“Cocky much, Lawson?” Now that she knew they wanted her, the insecurities of the past few days melted away, and she felt more like herself.
Gabriel put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face Casey. “It’s called confidence. Given that rambling little speech you made a few minutes ago, it’s clear we have to work on bolstering yours a bit.”
“I’m not usually such a basket case, but you guys threw me for a loop. Plus I’m sort of rusty in the dating game.”
Gabriel slowly tugged down the zipper on her dress. “Yeah. Well, I think we’re going to let you leave those skills rusty. From now on, you’re with us. We’re all friends. There’s no need to play games or hide.”
Jordan found it difficult to reply when her gaze caught Casey’s. Gabriel was undressing her for him. She expected her insecurities to come to the forefront, but all she felt was an overwhelming sense of power. They wanted her. Both of them. It was heady, wonderful.
The dress slipped as Gabriel loosened it. Her first instinct was to capture the material. She resisted that urge, letting the top of the dress fall to her waist.
“Holy God,” Casey muttered, his eyes drifting lower as more and more of her was revealed.
She wore a lacy, strapless bra that didn’t do a very good job at hiding her suddenly erect nipples.
The dress fell to the floor and Gabriel groaned. “A thong. God dammit, Jordy. I love thongs.”
She didn’t have to look over her shoulder to know he was checking out her ass. A wave of unrestrained happiness flowed through her and she giggled.
“I wanted to skip the panties completely, but Sophie said I couldn’t walk around her party without them. Said she’d remember it every time she saw me and it would make her laugh. She insisted the thong was just as hot as nothing.”
Casey’s gaze hadn’t wavered. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Jordan.”
She stepped out of the material and turned until she was facing both men. “I’m feeling a bit outnumbered here. How do I get both of you naked quickly?”
Neither man replied. They simply shrugged off their jackets, removed their ties and unbuttoned their shirts. She would have laughed if she could have found the breath. Instead, it was sucked out of her as Casey and Gabriel suddenly stood in front of her shirtless.
She’d seen both of them this way before, but she’d been too shy to truly look and appreciate the image. This time she didn’t even try to hide her ogling.
“So hot,” she whispered.
Gabriel grinned at her, but Casey’s serious expression never faltered. She noticed neither man removed their pants. “Second thoughts?”
Gabriel immediately shook his head. “No way.” He reached out and pulled her to him, giving her the kiss of the century. For years she’d imagined what it would feel like to have Gabriel’s lips on hers. The passion in his touch was so much more than her feeble mind could have conjured. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss, his tongue demanding entrance into her mouth.
She parted her lips and met him halfway, both of them lost in the sensations, the tastes.
She didn’t try to break the union even when Casey stepped behind her, his hands grasping her waist, his lips gently pressing against her shoulder.
Jordan was suddenly light-headed, dizzy with need. The air in the room grew unnaturally warm, and she was reminded of the stifling heat in the storage closet the day she’d met Casey.
That thought prompted her to break off the kiss with Gabriel. He winked at her and she laughed lightly. Then she turned her head just enough to find Casey’s lips.
Where Gabriel’s kiss had been powerful, hungry, Casey’s was the perfect contrast. He offered slow, soul-drugging kisses that rocked her to the core.
Gabriel tugged at the waistband of her panties, pulling the flimsy material down as Casey continued to kiss her.
Finally, she pulled away to suck in a deep, much-needed lungful of air. “I’ve never felt like this.”
It was true. Every nerve ending in her body sparked brighter than fireworks on New Year’s Eve. Her body was in overdrive, her heart racing, her skin sensitive to the touch. She wasn’t sure, but she suspected one stroke in the right spot by either man would have her climaxing in an instant.
She’d never had an orgasm with a man that hadn’t included penetration—and that she hadn’t helped along with her fingers on her clit. The idea she could possibly come so easily, so quickly, blew her away.
Casey pressed another kiss on her shoulder then moved to the side of her neck. Her toes curled and she moaned with desire. He was still behind her so it was no hard feat for him to unclasp her bra.
She relished Gabriel’s muttered, “Sweet Jesus.”
Time to up the ante. While she could tell Gabriel was wholly on board for the ménage, she sensed a bit of hesitation in Casey. Perhaps it would be best if they dropped their pants at the same time. Reaching forward, she tried to tackle the button on Gabriel’s dress slacks one-handed. As she expected, his hands were immediately there to help.
With her other hand, she worked to open Casey’s pants. He was still behind her, his facial expressions blocked from her view. His hands met hers as well, but she noticed he wasn’t as quick to reveal himself.
“Casey?” She turned so that both men were in front of her. Her questioning tone alerted Gabriel to what was going on.
“You okay, man?” Gabriel asked.
Casey nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine. I just can’t believe we’re doing this.”
Jordan swallowed heavily. She knew it had been too good to be true. “A good disbelief or a bad one?” she forced herself to ask.
“A good one. Christ. The best kind of disbelief.”
She released a long sigh of relief.
“But I’m not going to lie. Having sex with another guy in the bed is, well, shit. I’m a little worried about performance issues.”
Jordan worked hard not to giggle. Now that she faced him, she couldn’t miss the rather extreme erection tenting the front of his pants. From where she stood, his cock seemed to be performing just fine.
Gabriel reached over and put a comforting hand on Casey’s shoulder. “I hear you, bro, but it’s me and Jordan. If anything, this should be easier. We’re friends, and none of us is walking into this thinking one-night stand. We have plenty of time to perfect it.”
“Practice makes perfect?” Jordan asked, grinning widely. Thank God. Her long sex drought was about to end.
“Exactly.”
Casey finished unclasping his pants, shoving them and his briefs to the floor as one. He toed off his shoes and socks and then reached for her.
He didn’t respond to Gabriel’s assurances. Instead, he proved his cold feet had warmed up. Considerably.
As he kissed her, he slowly pushed her toward the bed. He pulled the sheets back without breaking the union of their lips.
Casey pushed on her shoulders gently prompting her on the bed. The smooth, soft silk caressed her bare ass.
“Oh wow,” she said, stroking the sheets.
“Shit, Casey. I think we’re getting upstaged by silk. We’re going to have to bring our A game.”
Casey took his friend at his word. Pressing her back, he made her completely forget what was under her as he covered her with his large, hard, perfectly formed body.
He kissed her, and while she enjoyed the tantalizing touches, she was also aware of Gabriel’s movements around the room. He removed his pants and walked around the bed. He was silent for a few moments, and she knew he was watching them. That realization made Casey’s molten kisses even hotter.
Finally, Gabriel spoke. “Here. Move her to the middle so I can reach her too.”
She and Casey broke apart. Her heart leapt with joy when Casey ran his hand along her face. “I’m glad you’re here, Jordan. Glad you chose me.”
Tears sprung to her eyes. She felt exactly the same way.
Her beloved but impatient Gabriel knelt and slowly dragged her along the slick sheets until she was dead center on the huge bed. It was like lying on a cloud. Gabriel quickly claimed one side, Casey the other.
They took turns kissing her, playing with her breasts, running their hands through her hair. Through it all, they murmured sweet nothings that pierced deeper and deeper into her heart. God help her if they changed their minds come morning because she was ruined for life. Nothing could top this moment. Ever.
That thought and all others were swept away when Gabriel moved his explorations lower. He spread her legs apart, kneeling between them. Visions of her sex fantasy flowed as he bent his head lower and his lips drove her to new heights.
“Holy fuck,” she whispered when Gabriel’s teeth nipped her clit. Stars flashed behind her eyelids and her hands bunched, wrinkling the silk sheets. Gabriel found every magic spot. When his fingers slowly breached her opening, she gasped and knew she was a goner.
“Open your eyes,” Casey whispered. He was lying next to her, his hands lightly caressing her breasts.
Her eyelids slowly rose, and Casey’s beloved face smiled at her.
“Look down,” he said.
She glanced at the top of Gabriel’s head when he thrust two fingers inside her pussy and sucked on her clit.
“Just like your fantasy?” Casey asked.
She shook her head, gasping for the breath to respond. “Better. You’re here.”
His face told her how much the answer pleased him. Casey kissed her gently, his palm cupping her breast, playing with the sensitive flesh.
It was too much.
She exploded, shattering into a million flashing pieces as she came.
Gabriel’s hand stilled, his fingers buried deep.
Casey stopped kissing her.
When she came back to earth and opened her eyes, she found them looking at her. The Jordan she’d been before this week—hell, an hour ago—would have gone into self-conscious mode. This new woman—their Jordan—felt beautiful, cherished.
“If I don’t get inside you right now, Jordan, I’m not going to make it.”
She smiled at Casey’s confession. “I want you too.”
Gabriel flipped something to his friend, and Jordan watched Casey don the condom. Her gaze returned to Gabriel.
He shrugged, looking unapologetic. “I told you I booked the room. I also stocked it with a few things.”
She wanted to give him shit for being so cocky, but her heart wasn’t in it. In this case, she couldn’t fault him for his optimism or his preparedness.
Gabriel gave up the position between her legs to Casey.
Casey covered her with his body once more, and she marveled at how much she loved it. He was larger than her and even Gabriel. Rather than intimidate her, it made her feel petite, protected. His cock brushed against the opening to her pussy, but he made no move to enter her. Instead, he kissed her. One long, wet, deep kiss.
“Ready?” he whispered.
She nodded.
Casey pushed the head of his cock inside then paused. It was a tight fit. He seemed to recognize that. “We’ll go slow.”
A man of his word, Casey worked his hard flesh into her by incremental degrees, alternating each forward thrust with a kiss, a touch.
Both of them startled slightly when Gabriel’s hand entered the game, rubbing her clit until she squirmed, more moisture filling the place between her legs.
Casey easily slid in the rest of the way then looked at Gabriel. “Jesus. I think I like this group-effort thing.”
“No performance issues?” Gabriel teased.
Jordan wrapped her legs around Casey’s waist, the change in positions driving his cock even deeper, and he groaned.
No answer was necessary after that. He moved in and out of her body with a slow, deep, relentless pace that quickly pushed her back to the peak. Too quickly. She’d never come more than once in a night with her past lovers, but she suspected she’d be breaking all the rules—and records—tonight.
Her orgasm hit her like a wall of heat, and she screamed as her pussy muscles clenched against Casey’s thick flesh.
“Fuck, Jordan. I can’t, fuck?—”
Casey came as well, his body going stiff above her. She forced her eyes open, desperate to see his face. She wasn’t disappointed. He was gorgeous.
Gabriel broke the spell first. “Jesus. I didn’t know how fucking hot it would be to watch. That was awesome.”
Casey’s chuckle turned to a groan as he pulled out and fell to her side.
Gabriel lay facing them with his head propped on his hand. He made no move to join the fun.
“Gabriel?”
He ran his hand through her hair. “Thought I’d give you a little while to recover, catch your second wind.”
She looked at his painfully erect cock. It was a generous offer. He had to be in agony.
“Get the condom.” She wasn’t sure where she found the nerve to be so demanding, but Gabriel reacted like he’d been fired out of a cannon. He had the condom on in less than thirty seconds. Impressive.
Before he could move, Jordan shoved lightly on his shoulder until he fell to his back. Rising, she straddled his hips and took exactly what she wanted.
For the first time since she’d known him, Gabriel was speechless. The knowledge she could shock and arouse him prompted her to notch up the play. She slid down his cock, leisurely enjoying the way he filled her pussy. Neither man was hurting in the penis department. A girl could get used to this.
Once she was seated to the hilt, she reached behind her and cupped his balls. Gabriel jerked roughly but still didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His face told her everything she needed to know.
She rode him, thrilled when his hand cupped her hips, helping to drive her motions. His fingers tightened every time she hit a hot spot, letting her know what he liked.
The bed sank behind her, and a slight frown crossed Gabriel’s features. Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed Casey had also straddled Gabriel’s legs, his chest pressed against her back.
Gabriel’s uncertainty was short-lived when Casey reached around her waist and lifted her breasts in his palms. She loved the extra sensations of his coarse calluses on her sensitive flesh.
“Since you like watching so much, I thought I’d make the show even better,” Casey explained.
He pinched her nipples between his fingers. The delicious tightness sent shivers through her body.
Gabriel groaned. “Jesus. Her pussy just clenched like a vise on my cock. Do that again.”
Casey continued to play with her breasts, his touches alternating between gentle and rough. Soon, Jordan and Gabriel’s thrusting became wilder, less restrained as they strove for the pinnacle.
Gabriel reached it first, his body jerking as a stream of curses and praises flowed from his lips.
Jordan was too mindless, too close to acknowledge anything except what she needed. Casey answered the call.
Releasing her breasts, his magic fingers moved to her clit. Three hard rubs and she soared from the cliff as well.
When she opened her eyes, she was lying on Gabriel’s chest, his soft cock still tucked inside her. Lifting her head, she realized Casey wasn’t on the bed.
“He’s in the bathroom.” Gabriel’s voice was husky, sexy as hell.
She tried to move to the center of the bed, but her arms felt like jelly. Gabriel gently twisted them both until they lay side by side, facing each other. She gasped lightly during transport when his cock fell out.
“Sore?” he asked.
“I haven’t had sex in a very long time.”
“I gotta say, when you get back on the horse, you get the fuck back on.”
She laughed quietly before reality intruded. “This is okay, right?”
He cupped her face. “Jordy, it’s fine. Honest.”
“But this isn’t really something we can do forever. I mean it’s a nice fantasy, but it’s not exactly normal.”
Gabriel looked at her for a long time. When he did speak, she was surprised by the seriousness of his tone. “I’ve spent my whole life doing what was expected of me. I got good grades in school, majored in finance in college so I could take over the family business. For a while there, I was even engaged to the so-called perfect woman.”
“You were engaged?”
He nodded. “It ended shortly before I met you.”
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“I don’t know. I think maybe the wound was too fresh. It was too hard to talk about.”
Jordan didn’t like that answer. “We’ve been friends for years.”
Gabriel grinned but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “She made a fool of me. Cheated on me with a friend.”
“I’m sorry.”
He shrugged. “I went crazy after that, changing women the way most people change underwear.”
“I noticed.”
“I went against character and became a guy I didn’t like very much. When I was with you, I didn’t have to be the jackass. I could just be me. I didn’t want Paula’s name floating out there between us because you were my safe haven away from that.”
She nodded. That was a reason she could accept.
“I guess what I’m trying to say is, I tried to do what everyone thought was normal and got kicked in the balls and almost lost myself. You and Casey found me. Brought me back. So if it’s okay with you, I think I’d rather start living my life based on what makes me happy rather than what’s acceptable to others .”
“Finally,” a deep voice said.
Jordan looked toward the doorway to the bathroom. Casey leaned against the frame, smiling.
Gabriel looked over his shoulder. “Shit. I was making that heartfelt, entirely too-chick-like confession to Jordan, not you.”
“Too late, bro. I heard it, and now I get to make fun of you for all that mushy-gushy shit you said.”
They were in the midst of something entirely bizarre but wholly wonderful. Gabriel was right. She was happy. Genuinely happy for the first time in her life.
“So we’ll just go with it?”
Gabriel and Casey nodded in unison.
Go with it.