"Oh, my."
Rogue lifted his head in order to watch her face, her eyes, read her body language as she saw him naked for the first time. The first of many, he hoped.
"Gorgeous," she whispered in awe, her gaze locked on his tumescence. Extending one hand, she wrapped her fingers around him, giving a gentle squeeze. His cock jumped and a tiny droplet of moisture appeared at the tip.
He bit back a moan and clamped down hard on the reins of his control. After patiently waiting two years for this moment, he refused to screw things up with a hair trigger. Not that he wouldn't get hard again. Fast. With just a lap of her pink tongue over his engorged shaft.
Shoving the thought aside for later, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her shorts and pushed them down, panties and all, leaving her nude body on display for his appraisal. Damn. Curvy, pretty, a siren from times of old. He could stand there for the rest of the day just taking in her beauty.
Lifting a leg, she moved away from her pile of garments, giving him a brief glimpse of damp pink lips hiding her deepest secrets.
She measured his length, lightly contracting her fingers from base to end.
Grabbing her hand, he eased her fingers away. "No more of that, baby. Not until later."
Tempest arched an eyebrow at him and opened her mouth.
Before she could protest, he picked her up, carried her to the bedroom, and deposited her on the center of the bed, one hand slipping between her legs. Without asking, she splayed her thighs, allowing him easy access to her core. He caressed the area, dipping one digit inside, his thumb tunneling through the folds and tiny dark brown curls to find his target.
"Damn, you're wet. And tight. So tight." Doubling the penetration, he pushed deeply, readying her for his entry.
"More. Please. More." She whimpered and arched her back, pressing against his hand in demand.
With deliberate precision, he brushed his thumb over her sensitive nubbin, grinning when she bucked and grasped onto the sheets so tight her knuckles whitened. So responsive. He couldn't wait to discover the depths of her womanly responses.
He aimed to go slow, savor their first time together, but her easy acceptance and sheer boldness threw those plans out the window.
Withdrawing, he retreated to his jeans, digging a condom out of his wallet. Glancing up, he found a sight that would live in his dreams forever.
Tempest laid spread-eagle in the center of the bed, her sable locks splayed across the white pillow like an angel's halo. Her chest expanded and contracted, drawing attention to her perky breasts with their reddened tips, still glistening from his earlier tasting. A flat belly led down to her femininity, swollen pink folds with traces of dew were an indicator of her current state of arousal.
Absently, he tore open the foil packet with his teeth, grabbed the condom, and rolled it on. The whole time, her green eyes locked on him, his hands, his cock, his face. Appreciation, desire, and longing flashed in her eyes, whetting his appetite for her.
Climbing on the bed, he crawled to her side, leaning in to cover her mouth with his own, entreating her to a kiss full of passion. At the same time, he found her breast, plumping and squeezing, worrying the nipple until it peaked.
"Turn over, baby." He growled against her lips, his need riding him hard. "Ass up in the air."
The sparkle in her eyes told him she delighted in his command and approved his position choice. Slowly, she turned before settling on her hands and knees, her head turned to watch him.
He groaned and rubbed the soft skin of her upturned rear. Perfectly rounded and supple.
One day.
"Spread, love." With a light slap, he encouraged her to widen her stance. The second she did, he dipped his fingers back into her soaking channel. Unable to wait a second longer and confident of her readiness, he gripped his aching cock, lined up the angle, and slowly joined their bodies. Her slick walls greeted him with snug heat, a heady combination that jacked his libido to the top rung.
He hit bottom and stopped, taking a long moment to absorb all the sensations of pleasure bombarding him at once. Tight and hot. The way her muscles clenched and massaged his cock, he could spend the rest of his life buried in Tempest, plundering the limits of her ability to respond.
Tempest sighed and wiggled, rocking back gently.
Grinding his back teeth, he reversed direction until only the tip remained hidden, before thrusting inside once more. She caught his slow rhythm, pressing back to meet his thrusts, pushing the pace.
He refused to rush. Continuing at a leisurely speed, he ran multiplication tables through his mind, anything to buy just a little more time.
Tempest grunted and whimpered. The sounds zinged straight to his cock. Reaching around her hip, he sought and found her clit. Circling the area at first, he drew closer and closer before strumming over the sensitive area directly. Her hips jumped and shoved back, impaling herself on his manhood.
"Right there?"
He repeated the tactile stimulation, grinning toothily at her body's response.
"Yes. Oh, yes."
Picking up the pace, he worked between her folds, driving her higher, needing her to topple from the pinnacle before he lost control. She had to find fulfillment in his arms, nothing mattered more to him.
"Yessss." Her breath sawed as she frantically met his strokes, their bodies slapping together in a repetitive rhythm.
Smack. Smack.
Tingling at the base of his spine began to slowly spread, warning of his impending climax.
Plucking her nubbin between his fingers, he pounded her depths in a frenzy of movements. "Come for me, Tempest. I need to feel you explode. Now." He accented the order with another flick of her swollen clit.
She slammed backward, locking herself against him, a small wail ripping from her throat. Her hands fisted on the sheets as she braced herself. Strong contractions from her vaginal walls milked his erection, sparking his runaway rapture. Grabbing her hips, he held her motionless and roared. Jerking and grinding, he rode out the breathtaking climax before collapsing over her back, still buried deep within her body.
Definitely worth waiting for.
* * * *
Tempest cuddled up against Rogue's side, resting her head on his thick shoulder. Too relaxed and sated to move, she simply soaked up his warmth and the novel experience of having him in her bed.
Her conscience nagged her, infringing upon her post-coital contentment following one of the best rounds of sex in her life. She promised open honesty with both of the men, yet she left out a huge detail with Rogue. How could she lie naked in his arms and admit she did the same with Ryan a few days prior? Never did she want to hurt him or cause a rift in the fragile truce between the two men in her life. Yet, withholding the information equated to lying. Guilt weighed heavy on her shoulders, a sense of betraying a man she cared deeply for added to the burden.
Ryan set her on fire with his gentle ways, the attention to details, his easy-going nature, and eye candy physique. He allowed her to take charge of their lovemaking, ensuring she found more than satisfaction in their joining. On the other hand, Rogue incited her to express her womanly needs, to revel in his embrace, to soak up his dominant nature and bask in her femininity.
She wanted them both. Needed them. Had to find a way to keep them.
First she had to step up to the plate and spill the beans about her and Ryan.
"I slept with Ryan." She blurted out the words before she could change her mind.
He gave her side a squeeze. "I know."
Sitting up, she stared into his dark eyes, completely bewildered by his answer and casual response. "You knew? How?" She expected fireworks and growling. Instead, he shrugged like she just admitted to spilling water on the carpet.
Rogue sat up and faced her, the sheet dropping away from his gloriously nude body. "He told me after the mission. After we had sex in the shower."
She must have misunderstood. Did he just say they had sex in the shower? Ryan and Rogue? The bitter rivals who barely tolerated one another? Either she finally lost her ever loving mind or hell just froze over. "Excuse me? You and Ryan? Had sex in the shower?"
"Yes." He ran a hand through his tangled short black hair. "I'm bi. Always have been. Surely you knew?"
Looking back, she realized the evidence of his bisexuality existed if only she opened her eyes to the facts. More than one man showed up at the business to meet Rogue for an evening out. She chalked it up to sports and male bonding while both trolled for women at some of the local hot spots. Never did it occur to her that the guy was the date.
"No. I didn't."
"Does it matter?" His voice lowered and took on an edge, as if he'd prepared himself for censure.
She met his gaze unflinchingly. "No. Not at all. I lo… care for you. You. Just like you are. Not for some silly label." The truth came out even as she struggled to comprehend what that all meant. His admissions about Ryan left her off balance and slow on the uptake.
Tension eased from his face, replaced with a small grin. Tenderly, he cupped her cheek. "I want you. So does Ryan. We also want one another."
"At the same time?" Tempest blinked at him.
"If everyone's willing and on board, yes," he sincerely answered.
A threesome? Rogue, Ryan, and her? The thought thrilled, excited, and scared her. Sure, in her wildest dreams she had two men. But in reality? Dumbfounded with too many bombs dropped at her feet, she could only sit and gape at Rogue. Her lover. Her other lover.
She needed to find the emergency brake on her life and fast.
Chapter 25
Two days later, she stepped into the door of Chopper Views and came to a halt. Rogue and Ryan stood toe to toe, yelling at one another. She frowned at the sight. Every time those two were together, they started posturing and spatting like hungry bears after the same beehive full of honey.
Just what she needed to complicate her life. Not.
After Rogue's revelation forty-eight hours earlier, her mind wouldn't stop whirling like an old toy top. She still couldn't make a decision; both possessed strong attributes, which when put together actually complemented one another. The fact they had started the journey on a sexual relationship only proved that opposites did attract. Like two magnets, they clashed at times, but obviously when flipped around, they surged together.
She blinked at her own thoughts and shook her head. No matter what happened, she had enough of the fighting. They were adults, not seven-year-olds on a playground.
"Stop it!" She stepped between the two men. "I'm not going to spend my time refereeing you two." Crossing her arms over her chest, she tapped her foot, her head turning back and forth as she glared at each one in turn.
"Game warden," Ryan growled, his light blue eyes snapping with anger.
"What?" She jerked her attention back to him.
"Game warden. He's a wild ass and I'm going to shoot him." He gestured toward a stewing Rogue.
"Like hell you will, you lopsided baboon." Stepping forward, he crowded Tempest in an effort to stand nose to nose with Ryan.
"That's it!" Tempest gave each a heavy shove, only managing to back them up a few inches. "Back off. Now. Or, I swear, I'll pepper both your asses with the shotgun hidden under my desk."
They glanced down at her. Rogue's cheek ticked while Ryan puffed out a breath.
"I'm a big girl and will make my own decisions about who I date, who I sleep with, who I spend my time with. Acting like barbarians doesn't help either of your causes. Besides"—she softened her tone—"you guys are a couple, sparks fly when you're together. It's too special to throw away on some silly argument." Blinking back a tear, she stuck her chin out. "It's too special for me to be an unwanted third wheel."
"I want you, Tempest. I've told you that more than once." Ryan looked down at her with a sincere expression. "Nothing has changed that."
"I've dreamed of being with you for two years. Finally, it's come to pass. Why would I give that up?" Rogue shifted his weight. "Honey, don't question whether you're wanted. That's a given." His eyes lifted to lock on Ryan. "While this knucklehead and I might have a difference of opinion, we're on the same page when it comes to you."
"Maybe I'm insane, completely lost my mind. But I can't choose."
"Why not?"
"Because for some demented reason, I want you both!" She threw her hands up in a fit of frustration. "Women like me don't date two men at once. They most certainly don't leap into the middle of a ménage. Yet, I don't… I can't have one without the other. If that makes me loose or a slut, so be it."
"It makes you special, sweetheart." Ryan pulled her against his chest, holding her tight, planting a kiss to her crown.
Rogue leaned into her back, wrapping his arms around both her and Ryan. Gentle butterfly kisses peppered her neck and shoulders. "I don't give a shit what other people think or say. As long as it's what we want, that's all that matters."
Tempest snuggled into the comforting embrace of both men. "If you weren't fighting over me, then what were you fighting over?"