Chapter 7
7
MIRANDA
T he warm water lapped over my skin, creating a delicious tingle. I kept below the surface and swept my hands back and forth.
The subsequent leaps brought all three men into the pool. Charlie beat Patrick and Duncan by a single step. I had just enough time to see the full expanse of their naked bodies before they submerged. Heat built between my legs, and I scissored them to create a surge of friction. The party on the other side of the wall died away, even the music lowering to a tranquil beat. Moonlight skated over the water, haloing all three men when they popped to the surface.
Charlie swam closer. The water slicked his blond hair back from his face and dripped from his long lashes. I could get lost in those eyes, completely and utterly devastated by the emotions I’d never quite learned how to overcome.
Patrick sliced the water with a powerful stroke that carried him right up to me. Duncan closed in from the right. In a single moment, I’d gone from cautious about this job to reveling in the way they looked at me. I had a kick ass body. I’d worked hard to make sure of that, and I was proud of every inch. Still, having a dumb bastard like Luther the lecher cheat on me forced my ego to take a blow.
Six months. I ducked beneath the water, keeping my eyes open. Three gorgeous male specimens bobbed in front of me. I’d given them a good look at my body. My turn to ogle theirs, and what bodies. Damn. My stomach tightened into a hard knot as I looked them over. Chiseled chests that tapered somewhat to lean waists. But it was the sight lower that made me wish I had the ability to breathe underwater. I’d suck them off so hard they say stars.
Patrick moved first, his feet kicking back and forth, his cock swelling thick and hot. “Like what you see?”
Absolutely. I lifted my head and smiled at him. It was a fierce, goading smile. “Did you?”
“The raging erection wasn’t a hard giveaway?” He reached below the water and tugged on his cock. “You’re beautiful, Miranda.”
I loved the way he said my name. How all of them said my name. Each one caressed the letters like I was their own personal, perfect dream. Even Charlie. I angled a look his way to gauge his reaction. His shoulders rolled in rhythm with the small strokes he used to stay afloat. A muscle ticked in his jaw, but his eyes never left mine. It was almost like he’d committed himself to this moment.
I’d needed this after the last six months of heartbreak and stress. Letting loose had never felt this good. I was safe at Austin’s house. Safe with these three men. I’d known Charlie long enough to trust him with my life. Patrick and Duncan were strangers, but they’d shown me their true colors already, and I trusted them.
“How much did you drink?” Charlie asked.
“Enough to enjoy myself. Not so much I don’t know what I’m doing.” I answered the unspoken part of his question, the part that wanted to know if I’d remember this tomorrow. “Enough that I can still do this.” Moving before he had a chance to stop me, I put both hands on top of his head and pushed him beneath the water.
His hands skated over my ribs, down to my hips, and back up again. I held onto his hair, guiding him closer to my breasts, anxious to feel his lips lock around a nipple and drag me along for one hell of a ride.
He grabbed my waist and pulled, yanking me down so we floated face to face beneath the water. Heat swam through my veins, blistering me with need so violent I was surprised the water didn’t boil around us.
I popped back to the surface and slung hair and water from my face. “Race you to the end.” I smacked Patrick on the shoulder and launched sideways toward the far end of the pool.
“You keep swimming, darling. I win just by staying right here and watching that tight ass of yours.” His slow, traitorous voice followed me.
Smirking, I took a breath, arched my body, and dove down. I cut through the water with enough power to bring me back to Patrick, but I kept going, swimming beneath his feet and rising behind him to loop my arms around his neck. My legs locked around his waist, my ankles rubbing the head of his cock.
He grabbed my legs behind the knee and slid them back, going higher. I shoved away with a laugh. “Getting ahead of yourself, hot shot.”
“Really?” He turned toward me. “Then where do we start?”
They were clearly flirting with me. Duncan hadn’t said a word, but the way he looked at me said everything. It felt good to have their full attention. Jumping into the pool naked had been a spur of the moment action, and I didn’t regret it for a second. No matter how this night ended, I was having the time of my life.
I hadn’t been on a date since Luther. I’d gotten real familiar with my dildo, but nothing satisfied like a real cock.
“We can start with the two of you giving me some time alone with Miranda.” Duncan finally spoke up, the low growl in his voice both thrilling and dominating.
“Fuck that.” Charlie swam toward me. “We’re all here. I’m not leaving unless Miranda says to. I’ve known her the longest, so I should get to spend time with her first.”
I licked droplets from my lips and floated on my back.
“Fuck.” Patrick ground the word out. “You’re killing us, darling. What do you want with us?”
Everything. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it. I had no base of reference for being alone with three naked men. All I knew was that I felt beautiful, and I wanted them to take away all the bad memories.
“Kissing contest.” I straightened in the water. “The three of you line up. I’m going to kiss each one of you, and the one who kisses the best is gets to spend time alone with me.”
“Like seven minutes in heaven?” Charlie frowned as the idea took root. “Rules? Kissing only? Tongue? Can we touch while we kiss?”
“Kissing only. Tongue is allowed. Hands no lower than waist level.” I’d give them a little room to play. I didn’t know a single woman who didn’t enjoy the foreplay as much as the actual sex.
Patrick’s eyes gleamed. He licked his lower lip. “Who goes first?”
“Charlie.” I’d wanted to kiss him too long to back down now, and if I waited, he might come to his senses and flee the scene. I swam to him and tilted my head up for his kiss. “Show me what you can do.”
One hand locked onto the back of my head. Charlie stared into my eyes, his pupils blown wide with desire. “There’s no going back, Miranda. Not now.”
“Good.”
He covered my lips with his, and it was like coming home. I’d known him so long I expected awkwardness. Not even close. He kissed with desperation, like he worried he’d never see me again, never touch me again. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, and I parted them for him. A groan and a sigh brought us closer. His free hand settled on my hip, pulling me flush against his erection. I lifted a leg and slung it over his hip to cradle him closer.
A tap on my shoulder and Charlie was pulled away from me. “My turn.” Patrick lifted both my legs and wrapped them around his waist.
“Cheater.” Charlie muttered. “No hands below the waist.
“My hands are right here.” Patrick planted both on my hips and devoured my mouth with a soul-stealing kiss. He sucked my bottom lip between his teeth and bucked his hips. His cock slid between my folds and butted up against my clit. I arched my spine for a better angle, my lips leaving his. He didn’t miss the opportunity to kiss the column of my throat, then dip lower. The rasp of his tongue over my nipple tightened my legs around his waist.
Duncan scooped my head up from the water, taking his turn. I expected an explosion of passion like Patrick displayed, but Duncan took his time. His tongue brushed mine in a slow caress, his hands framing my face so his thumbs stroked across my cheekbones. He pulled back and stared down at me. “You’re delicious. If I had the chance, I’d spend all night devouring you.”
Patrick nipped at my breast, the sharp sting drawing out a gasp. He followed the pain with his tongue, smoothing the skin before he returned to my nipple, pulling it hard between his teeth.
“Who wins?” Charlie appeared on the other side.
“All three of you are the best I’ve ever had.” I meant every word. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Then I know the solution.” Patrick raised his head. “We all win. We all get to spend the night with you.”
“Patrick is right. Five minutes is not enough.” Duncan slid a hand over my stomach, then lower. He cupped my sex and pressed the pad of his thumb to my clit. “We need hours for this.”
Hours. God. I already couldn’t think past the way they made me feel. What would hours with them be like? “I’ve never done that before.”
“You can say no.” Charlie–ever the voice of reason–held my hand. His neck corded when he swallowed, the obvious desire of his swollen erection giving me every reason to ignore the words.
“Yes.” I reached beneath the water and wrapped a hand around him. “I say yes.” I wanted to try something new, to let go of all the hurt and rejection and enjoy myself. I deserved that.
Patrick carried me out of the pool. My legs stayed locked around his waist, and when he lowered us both to a large couch tucked away in a hidden pergola, I cupped his face and brought him down for another kiss. The couch was a special order of Austin’s. It resembled a bed, but with high arms on either side and a cushioned back.
Duncan and Charlie slid onto either side of me. Warm lips kissed my shoulders, my neck, my ribs. I shifted and freed my arms from around Patrick’s neck, needing to touch all of them. Hard, swollen flesh filled my palms. I stroked them and wiggled my hips, attempting to convince Patrick to slide into me.
“Not yet.” He backed away. “You’ve never done this before, so we’re going to do things right.”
“I need to taste you.” I swung my head toward Charlie. “Please.”
“I can’t say no to that face.” He leaned back on his elbows, and I fell on his cock, my lips and tongue dragging over his length.
“You’re making it damned hard to be polite, darling.” Patrick smoothed his hands over my ass where I’d arched it in the air.
I popped my mouth off Charlie. “Then stop being polite.”