2. Jake
JAKE
Idon’t immediately move back when the door opens, nor do I acknowledge whoever might have walked in.
She does, though. This nameless woman, who has somehow made me forget why I came into this fucking room in the first place, shifts away from me, forcing my arm to drop.
For the first time, I see nerves cut through her seductive gaze as she steps back and clears her throat, rubbing her palms on the front of her dress, almost shyly.
Like the seductress retreated in that moment, to be replaced with the prim, proper lady who would never walk up to a man and kiss him senseless.
Though we didn't actually kiss and my lips are still aching for it, a few thoughts run through my head.
She's a dichotomy, a rare combination of gutsy and bashful.
When it was just us talking, she was bold. God knows I love bold women.
I love women in general, but I especially love women who can walk up to me, lean in close, and whisper all the nasty things they want to do to me. Even better when they don’t whisper and say it right to my face, within earshot of passersby.
Which is exactly what she did, turning me on beyond belief.
God, I haven’t gotten that hard that fast since high school when I accidentally caught Mrs. Kemp skinny-dipping in her pool.
And it’s not just the boldness. It’s also the fact that she’s sexy as all get out, though she's not as obvious about it.
She’s not wearing a bikini like the rest of the people at this pool party, but she is wearing a one-piece and a cover-up that does absolutely nothing to conceal the killer curves.
Her body has more twists and turns than a fucking back road, as my uncle would say, and she looks so soft to the touch.
It's all I could do not to ogle her when I walked in here, and I don't think I succeeded, either, because it's imprinted on my mind now, the image of those long, supple legs, the sweet swell of her chest, the jut of her hips, and an ass I can see from the front.
Jesus, how long has it been since I've been with a woman this damn sexy?
Too fucking long in my opinion.
I want to stare at her body a little more, but that would have shifted everything from merely impolite to downright sleezy. Plus, it’s not exactly torture staring at her face either.
She’s beautiful, a girl-next-door combined with an ethereal essence.
Those eyes slanted upwards like a cat, the dusting of freckles over her nose, the adorable length of her ears, and the way her lower lip is slightly more plump than the upper.
I was looking forward to sucking it into my mouth until some bastard opened the door and interrupted us.
“Jake.”
Fucking hell. The bastard is Adam, because of course it would be him.
"Adam," I say through my teeth, not moving an inch. "I'm kind of busy here."
“Sam was looking for you."
Damn it. Knowing Sam, he's looking for me because he's about to go home or throw a fit.
Either way, I'll have to deal with it before I can continue with the curvaceous elf.
When I finally turn to him, Adam's eyes are on her. I wonder if they've been on her the entire time he was talking to me.
I don’t think I'm mistaken about the flare of desire in them either. Nor the interest I see in her gaze.
A familiar flare of jealousy hits me.
Mine.
I tamp it down. No.
I don't get to be jealous over anyone, much less a woman I just met. That demon doesn't get to control me, and to prove it, I take a step back from her, even though I want nothing more than to snatch her close and snarl at Adam like that one dude from Lord of the Rings.
Instead, I force my thoughts to take a different turn that could lead to mutual satisfaction.
After all, just because I want her doesn't mean I can’t share. It wouldn’t be the first time, and I'm typically very good at sharing.
“My,” she murmurs as her eyes wantonly devour Adam's admittedly good-looking form. “You didn’t tell me your friend was just as sexy as you are.”
Oh yeah, she's definitely into him, and for good reason. Like me, he's 6'4, muscular, roguishly handsome, but unlike me, he hasn't been 'discovered' by agents and hounded to be in magazines since he was fourteen.
“That’s because he’s not,” I say. "I'm better looking."
Adam barely reacts to my response because he's still staring at her, with surprise and lust.
Adam also likes spirited women, with a hint of sweetness to them. And he goes crazy for a curvy body.
Actually, our types aren’t that vastly different. The only difference is that his is more specific while mine is distinctly nonspecific.
I don't know much about her, but on the surface, she matches his type to a T.
“He tries his best, though,” I say, and she chuckles.
"I think he more than tries. God, you two. Did you step out of a men's health shoot or what?"
Adam keeps staring at her, his eyes not so shyly tracing her body.
"Careful,” he murmurs. “You keep flirting like that, and you just might bite off more than you can chew.”
She gives him a coquettish grin even as a flush spreads from her cheeks down to her chest. “Oh, you have no idea how much I can chew.”
Desire punches me in the gut, the wave so strong that it nearly drowns me underneath. Holy fuck, that was hot, and so is the way she bites her lip. Adam growls in his throat too, as his eyes communicate with mine. She must have heard of us.
Well, hell, it’s not like we keep it a secret exactly. Half the fucking city must have already heard of us and what we like to get up to.
Adam, Sam, and I occasionally enjoy sharing one woman, bringing her to the heights of ecstasy, having her come over and over again until she’s exhausted and damn near passed out in our arms.
We haven’t indulged in fun like that in a while, all of us too busy doing our own thing, and Sam becoming increasingly fixated on the idea of meeting the one and settling down.
But it looks like our dry streak might be coming to an end.
“Adam,” I say. “Do you want to go get Sam?”
“You go get Sam,” Adam says without skipping a beat. "You’ve already had a minute to have a conversation with her. At least let us get acquainted."
God, I hate when he’s right.
I meet her gaze and find she’s amused, so I wink. “Don’t start without me, darling.”
“I won’t," she whispers, and that sultry voice has my cock jumping and pressing against the zipper of my jeans again. Fuck.
I need to get Sam and hurry back.
As I leave the kitchen, I only belatedly realize that I didn’t even get whatever the fuck I went in there for.
Oh, that’s right. Anti-nausea pills. Sam gets nauseous when he's around too many people for too long.
I know James usually keeps some in his bedroom, but I don't know exactly where, and he's not answering his phone.
Anyway, it looks like Sam won't have to worry about his nausea much longer.
He'll be occupied with something else for the next hour or so.
We're probably going to leave the party early, which is a shame because James told us that he was finally going to introduce us to his long-distance girlfriend, and we were trying to hold out till then.
But hey, if it's either that or taking that sweet honey out on a date, Lord knows what I'm choosing.
We can meet James' girlfriend another time.
As I step into the living room, I hear people calling me, but I ignore them, making a beeline for Sam, who’s sitting by himself, probably having driven every eligible woman away by being his moody self.
“Don’t ruin this," are the first words out of my mouth when I reach him.
"What?" he asks.
"I met a woman in the bedroom. She’s down for all of us. Adam’s down too, so it’s up to you to seal the deal. Come so we see if she likes you. Don’t ruin this.”
He sighs. “I’m not sure I’m into that anymore.”
“That’s fine,” I tell him. “Just come check her out first, because I don’t want to hear you complaining that you weren’t included."
He heaves a long-suffering sigh and gets to his feet. His dour presence suspends my good mood until the second I open the door.
I instantly stop thinking about Sam, instead staring at the sight before me.
They’re making out.
I don’t know how it happened, only that Adam’s tongue is exploring her mouth and she has her legs wrapped around his waist, and they’re making out against the wall like they never want to stop.
Sam makes a funny sound beside me, and when I glance at him, his face is flushed, eyes wide and glazed, cock rock hard.
Oh yeah, he’s interested.
I pull him in and close the door behind us.
That seems to get her attention, and she rips her lips away from Adam's to stare at us, even as Adam attacks the side of her neck.
"I thought I told you not to start without us, darling," I croon as I get close. When I reach her, I trace my thumb over her kiss-swollen lips, eager to kiss them too.
"Sorry," she says with a wicked twinkle in her eyes, before they roll back when Adam hits a particularly sensitive spot. "We g-g-got carried awway."
"I'll say." Sam is closer now, his tongue swiping over his lips. Hunger oozes off him, his eyes brighter than I've seen them in a long time.
He's been going through depressive spells, and I haven't seen him this turned on in months.
He goes to the other side of her, caging her in.
'"What's your name, sweetheart?" he asks.
It takes her a second to answer. She's too preoccupied with what Adam's doing to her, and I have to tear his head away from hers for her to formulate a thought.
Adam, of course, growls his discontent, but he can get back to it later.
"Don't worry about my name," she says, finally smiling at Sam. "Are you the third friend?"
"Yes."
"Perfect." She smiles. "But I don't want to do this here." A little bit of something like embarrassment sneaks into her face as she studies the room. "Not in this room, and preferably not in this house."
"No problem," I say. "We were going to take you out anyway. Dinner. Dancing. Get you a little more worked up."
"Oh, I'm plenty worked up already," she bites her lip, and her chest expands as she inhales deeply. "Just take me home with you before I explode."
All three of us share a look, and my smile couldn't be wider.
"Yes, ma'am."
"But is it okay if we go through the back? I don't want anyone seeing me when we leave."
"Sure. I'll go make sure the coast is clear. You two bring her out in about thirty seconds or so."
They both nod. This is a drill we've run before. Once, we actually had to sneak a girl out through the second-floor window, and that was a lot tougher.
It will be especially easy to clear everyone from the kitchen area where the back door is, especially since most of the people at this party are significantly drunk.
I simply go down and yell, "Everyone get in the fucking yard and get some shots!" and everyone who's not already sloshed out of their minds or making out on the couch runs out of the room whooping like it's their birthday.
Then we make a speedy, clean exit.
We drove here in different cars, but since Adam's is the biggest, we decide to take that to the condo we share.
After I open the door, I take her out of his arms and into mine, pulling her into the backseat.
"Finally," I whisper before I kiss her.