Authors: Sarina Wilde
He sat on the edge of the bed and held them out to her as
she pushed into a sitting position. “Y’all are way too nice.”
Chas watched her take the pills and chase them with the
water. “We like you.” He stared at his fingers, splayed across his knees, then
cleared his throat. “This is a little awkward, but I want everything out in the
open.”
Greer set the water on the nightstand. “If you’re worried
about the liability—”
Chas blinked. It hadn’t even crossed his mind. “Oh no,
sweetie. Not at all. It’s just…well, last night, I thought I heard something…um…while
Liam and I were in the family room after you went to bed.”
Even in the low morning light, her cheeks flamed.
“So you were out there,” he said softly.
Greer’s eyes widened. “I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry…” She
trailed off in embarrassment.
Maybe he should have left this to Liam, but Chas was
determined to plow ahead. “That’s just it. We don’t want you to feel awkward.
Shit. I’m messing this up so badly.”
“Maybe I can help.” Liam’s deep voice came from behind them.
Greer turned at the same time Chas turned his head to see Liam leaning against
the doorway. “You’ll have to excuse Chas. Since he’s a surgeon, bedside manner
sometimes eludes him.”
“He does okay,” Greer said, raising her chin.
Chas’ heart swelled. He took her uninjured hand in his and
stroked his thumb over the smooth skin of the back of her hand. “We wouldn’t
have minded, you know,” he whispered.
Her eyes widened. “Minded?”
“If you’d come on in.”
Liam sat on the opposite side of the bed, his dark eyes
intense. “You thought about it, didn’t you?”
Her eyes wide, her glance shifted between the two of them.
Chas squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Yes,” she finally admitted. “I was
curious.”
Chas covered her hand with his other. “So are we.”
“What do you mean?” she whispered.
“I…I mean…Liam and I…” Chas trailed off, uncertain how to
continue.
“We’re attracted to you,” Liam said quietly. “Both of us.
Does it freak you out?”
She blinked several times, blushed and looked at where Chas
still held her hand.
“Greer?” Chas prompted. “If it makes you uncomfortable, we
can just forget it.”
Her head snapped up. “No.” She pulled her hand free, her
gaze darting back and forth between them again. “Aren’t you gay?”
Liam laughed. “I don’t think gay describes either one of us,
though I guess my ex-wife would like people to think I am. If Wyatt didn’t look
so much like me, that argument might hold some water. It’s true Chas and I are
together, but we like women too.”
“We like you,” Chas murmured. “We’d like to get to know you
better, if the whole working for us thing doesn’t turn you off.”
Chas took it as a plus she didn’t immediately jump from the
bed screaming while she packed all her belongings.
Gray eyes wide, she looked from one to the other. “You want to
have sex with me?”
Chas turned his gaze to Liam, desperate for some help.
“Eventually,” Liam said, then chuckled. “Hell, right now
would be fine with me, but I’m willing to wait a few minutes.”
Chas looked at Liam in horror, but relaxed when Greer chuckled.
“No pressure or anything, right?”
“You set the pace,” Chas promised.
“All right.”
Chas couldn’t believe how those two words, uttered in her
faintly breathless voice, warmed him inside until he thought he must be
glowing. He stole a glance at Liam, deciding his partner’s expression could
only be described as gooey. He leaned forward and touched his lips to Greer’s
forehead.
“You have no idea how you tempt me to call in sick.”
* * * * *
Greer quickly settled into a routine. And true to their
word, Liam and Chas didn’t put pressure on her, though they touched her
whenever they were near, a brush of the cheek with the back of a hand, a gentle
squeeze as they moved around her in the kitchen. A soft kiss good night, though
she felt the hunger in both men. They were being patient, when it was obvious
their instincts were to be anything but. Each time Greer thought about taking
the next step, she also thought about what she would have to reveal. It made
her hesitate.
The best part of the day for her was when they all shared
the couch in the evening to watch a movie. More than a week had passed. Liam
and Chas both worked ungodly hours.
“Is it always like this?” she asked over dinner late in the
week. “You always seem to be coming or going from the hospital, Chas. And Liam,
you’re no different. I don’t know how you can work the hours you do in your
studio.”
Chas shrugged. “We’ve been short a doc, not to mention we
always seem to be short nurses. So we all pull overtime.” He glanced at Liam. “And
you’ve seen the sculpture. Liam’s under deadline.”
“I’ll make it. I promised the museum I would have it done,
and it will be.”
Greer sipped the coffee she held, then cradled the mug in
her hands. “And where does Wyatt come in?”
Liam’s mouth tightened. “He’ll be here weekend after next.
At least that’s his scheduled weekend. My ex is a little unpredictable.”
Greer set her cup down. “You only have him a couple times a
month?”
Liam pushed his fingers through his hair. “I thought he
would be better off with his mother when he was so small, but sometimes I
wonder.”
Greer laced her fingers through his, liking the roughness of
his palms. Sculpting in stone wasn’t for sissies. Liam’s hands were as tough as
any guy working construction.
“You should petition the court for more.”
“It’s complicated,” Chas murmured. “Having you here will
make a difference, though.”
Liam brought her hand to his lips. “It’s already made a
difference.”
He leaned in. “I know we said you could take the lead, but I
have to do this.”
Liam cupped her jaw with one hand and bent to touch his
mouth to hers. Greer felt Chas, on her other side, inch fractionally closer.
She slid her hand up Liam’s chest and opened her mouth. It was time. They had
flirted and courted and teased. Now it was time to get closer to the heat flooding
her whenever she was around them—separately or together.
Liam’s tongue stroked her mouth. Behind her, Chas’ lips
teased the nape of her neck. She wanted more, but she wasn’t sure yet about
baring all.
“What do you want, sweetie?” Chas whispered.
She tilted her head so she could see him, his blue eyes
darkened with a hunger that made her ache. “You already know I saw you together
the night I cut my finger. I want to watch.”
“Chas and me?” Liam asked.
She knew she was blushing as she nodded. They might think it
was weird.
“Don’t be shy,” he soothed. “If you want to watch, we don’t
mind. You do want to watch, don’t you? That’s why you stood there for a while
instead of leaving right away when you realized Chas and I were fucking.”
She nodded, too embarrassed for words and too intrigued to
leave. “You were beautiful.”
Liam touched her cheek, his fingers sliding softly to the
silky skin behind her ear. “It’s okay. You want to get naked with us?”
That snapped her out of her trance. “No.”
She pulled back. Liam slipped his hand behind the back of
her neck. “It’s all right. You don’t have to. Just watch us. We want you to.”
Her gaze darted to Chas, who lay back among the pillows. He
smiled.
“Play with us,” he murmured. “If all you want to do is
watch, we’re cool. But know this…we would love to give you pleasure…see you
come for us.”
She caught her breath, her heart thumping wildly as she
remembered her fantasy. She could watch it become reality, as much or as little
as she wanted…as she dared.
It had been so long since she’d been within touching
distance of an aroused man. Liam stood, the bulge in his pants one of the
sexiest things she’d seen. With his eyes never leaving hers, he began to strip,
pulling his shirt over his shoulders and head and revealing the rippling muscle
she’d noticed the night she’d seen them together. He unbuttoned the top button
on his jeans, then stopped. The comfortably faded material drooped just enough
to make Greer’s mouth water in anticipation.
“Come on, Chas,” Liam growled. “Lose the scrubs.”
“I need some incentive,” Chas murmured and leaned over to
kiss her on the mouth before bouncing to his feet. Greer couldn’t take her eyes
off the two of them, letting her gaze shift back and forth as the rest of their
clothing dropped to the floor. Greer scooted to the far end of the couch.
Liam grinned. “That’s it, baby. Get comfortable.”
She curled up, watching as the two men moved into each other’s
arms. Liam’s muscles were more well-defined, but Chas was just as gorgeous.
When they kissed, she felt that tug again deep inside her belly. Seeing them
together was incredibly sexy, the biggest turn-on she could remember. Ever. The
room was silent save for the soft whirr of the ceiling fan, the gentle bump of
moist lips, and the rasp of whiskered cheeks.
Her gaze shifted to their lean hips, undulating in a way
that made them rub together. They shifted and moved, halfway falling to the
couch next to her. Lord, they were so beautiful. Greer held back the urge to
touch, but she was unable to take her eyes off Chas’ perfect body, his
throbbing cock, so close all she had to do was reach out and touch. Pre-cum
oozed from his opening, forming a tear drop that began a slow descent down his
crown. If this were a dream, she didn’t want to wake. Chas caught her hand,
brought it to his chest. His skin was warm and firm. No dream at all.
“Let me kiss you,” he purred. And just like that, she was a
part of it, the fulfillment of her fantasy—two men looking at her, wanting to
touch her. She’d lost Markus so long ago, and at the time she’d thought the
sexual side of her nature had died with him. But lately… Chas caught her chin,
turned her face to his and dove in. She expected hot and hurried, but what she
got was a slow, sensual assault making her nipples poke against the thin
material of the oversized shirt she’d donned.
“You smell wonderful,” Chas whispered. “Are you wet?”
Her lips parted. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Watch,” Liam told her. “Watch me suck him.”
She whimpered again when Liam took Chas in his mouth all the
way to his balls. Chas’ hands teased her hair and played with her breasts
through her shirt. “Touch yourself,” he suggested. “Slide your fingers in your
pussy then let me taste you.”
As Chas’ hips pumped slowly against Liam’s mouth, Greer
slipped a hand inside her loose, boxer style shorts. One of Liam’s hands
disappeared between Chas’ thighs, making him gasp and arch. Greer could only
imagine what Liam was doing, could picture his fingers probing Chas’ ass. She
pulled her fingers out and Chas grabbed her wrist bringing the glistening dew
to his lips then sucking it into his mouth. The lap of his tongue made her cry
out.
Chas grabbed Liam’s hair. “Fuck me, Liam. Slide that cock up
my ass. I want her to see.”
Greer returned her fingers to her pussy, teasing her clit
with soft, flicking movements as Liam grabbed a bottle of lube from a drawer in
the table and coated his twitching cock. Oh God. He was about to bury that
monster inside Chas. Greer panted, her eyes glued to what Liam was doing.
“That’s it, sweetie,” Chas panted. “Take your shorts off so
we can see your pretty pussy while you watch.”
Nearly mindless with the need to come, she stripped off the
boxers and leaned back in the corner of the couch, spreading her thighs and
stroking herself while she watched the two men. Liam pulled Chas’ hips forward
with a growl.
“Raise your legs, Chas.” When Liam dipped his head and began
nuzzling his hole, Greer slid her fingers inside her pussy, back and forth. It
might have gone on for seconds or hours, she couldn’t be sure. All she knew was
when she watched Liam position his cock and slowly push inside Chas, she nearly
came.
Tearing her gaze from where their bodies were sliding
together and apart, she stared at their expressions. There was more than just
sex in the way they looked at each other, so much more, and it made her heart
ache again. She had caught them looking at her that way once or twice, but
until now, she hadn’t connected the dots. They would include her in their
cocoon, wrap her in the feelings they shared so freely with each other. All she
had to do was let it happen.
As if aware her emotions were in chaos, Chas turned his head
and brushed his knuckles against her cheek, his eyes pools of passion. “It’s
all right, sweetie. Be a part of it. I want you to. Touch me if you want.
Stroke me while Liam fucks me.”
She let her eyes drop to the thick, veined length of his
cock. Until now, Markus had been the only man she’d touched, the only man she’d
been intimate with. Now she was with two naked men who wanted her to join in
with their lovemaking. It was so far outside her experience. Even a year ago,
Greer had no doubt she would have run away screaming. Now she was curious and
excited. They were the reason. They had prepped her for this moment with their
teasing and their touching, letting her know in every way except this she was
welcome and wanted.
All she had to do was reach out.
She scooted closer sliding her hand over Chas’ belly and
around the silky skin of his shaft. His body quivered at her touch. When she
began to slowly stroke his engorged cock, both men growled. Liam’s pumping
increased in tempo and force. Greer continued her stroking, crying out when she
felt someone’s fingers whisper along the folds of her pussy.
“I want to come on you both,” Liam panted. Pulling out, he
grasped his shaft in his hand and jerked it several times. With a hoarse shout,
he aimed his cock at Greer’s stroking hand and Chas’ erection and spurted again
and again over them, slicking her movements. She speeded up. Chas jammed his
head against the back of the couch, his cock swelling and twitching in her hand
as his orgasm boiled out and all over him and her.