So, it had been her fantasy too.
Frowning a little, Connor went down to his office and out to his secretary’s desk. He found a package waiting there. A long moment went by as he looked at it, turning the implications of it over in his mind.
He took the package back up to his suite. When she made no move to open it, setting it aside instead, Jed said, “Don’t you want to get dressed?”
Connor waited for her answer, knowing that dressing probably meant she was leaving. Not to mention covering up that lovely lush body.
She looked at Jed, at Erik. “Not yet. Do you want me to?”
A slow smile spread across Jed’s face as he shook his head. “I’m in no hurry.”
Something loosened in Connor, knowing that she was as reluctant to leave as he was for her to go. He was aware that she wasn’t looking at him. Aware that she was making the effort not to. He knew she wanted to stay but was giving him space in case it wasn’t what he wanted.
Tossing the package out of his way, he dove across the bed and kissed her senseless then released her and rolled off the bed toward the bathroom. He called to order breakfast and went to shave, already feeling lighter.
While Connor shaved and Erik showered, Jed pulled Cherry into his lap. She went willingly. She stroked his chest with obvious fascination and evident enjoyment, her hands molding the muscles of his chest. The pleasure of her hands on him was incredibly gratifying. Jed enjoyed the attention thoroughly, soaking up the sweet sensation of her touch, relishing her obvious delight as her fingers skimmed over him.
The delivery boy arrived with breakfast and Jed wrapped an arm around her to keep her by his side as he paid the kid. The boy eyed Cherry, fascinated, as he accepted the money before turning toward the elevator as Jed closed the door.
“Exhibitionist,” Jed said gently, smiling as he sat and pulled her back onto his lap.
Equably, she answered, her hands running over him again, frowning a little in concentration but clearly amused. “Did you miss how we met?”
Remembering her stretched out naked and covered in chocolate, he had to grin.
“True,” he said, chuckling, shifting her a little, his parted robe allowing his hardening cock to brush across her damp pussy.
Standing, Cherry turned and straddled him, his hard erection pressing at her slit as she slowly lowered herself onto his shaft, looking him steadily in the eyes as she did. Her hot, tight pussy closed around the head of his rigid cock.
Meeting her beautiful eyes, Jed brushed the hair back from her face with both hands. Cupping her face between his palms, he kissed her gently as he thrust up inside her to fill her.
She smiled as he slid inside her and something around his heart shifted and moved.
They rocked together, pleasure building slowly. When she came, she buried her face against his shoulder, muffling her cry of satisfaction against his skin, her cream flooding over his cock.
Jed held her as he went tight, groaning as he came, erupting into her delicious heat.
He held her that way, her head on his shoulder, until they heard Connor and Erik coming and then he released her.
Connor and Erik returned, each giving Cherry a kiss before they found their own seats. Connor pulled Cherry over into his lap. They all shared breakfast and the newspaper.
* * * * *
Erik caught up with Cherry when she went to take her turn in the shower. He lifted her into his powerful arms without comment or warning, his hands cupped around the globes of her ass, pressing her against the wall as his thick cock slid up inside her. She took his face in her hands and kissed him lightly, moaning as his broad shaft filled her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as his hands curled beneath her butt, spreading her so that he could thrust into her more deeply.
He watched her pleasure take her, color washing her fair skin. He filled her with deep thrusts of his cock as she cried out, quivering in his arms. He buried his face against her throat and groaned with his own release.
For a moment, he leaned against her weakly, his legs trembling from his orgasm, pressing her against the cool tiles. She stroked his hair.
Erik sighed, looking into her eyes as he let her down. “I love fucking you, Cherry. I can’t seem to get enough of you. None of us can.”
“I love it too,” she said.
He left her to take her shower.
The shower was state-of-the-art, with multiple spray heads, jets triggered by remote and a rainwater showerhead above. The warm water felt wonderful as it sluiced over her, the jets pulsing against Cherry’s abused muscles. It should have felt better but her heart was oddly heavy. It was beginning to seem a lot like goodbye.
She would have to leave soon, she knew. Real life waited outside and she would have to go back to it. She had a job—and a job to do. Her little sexual mini-vacation had to come to an end, as much as she suddenly found herself wishing otherwise.
It was ridiculous to think that they might want her to stay with them—all three of them. Ridiculous maybe, but she did.
But she knew their reputations. They were playboys, a different set of girls every night. When they partied, they partied hard, by all accounts.
And none of them had asked.
But damn, to her shock she found that she would miss them—sweet Jed with his soulful eyes and talented mouth, quiet, reserved Erik and his powerful arms. And Connor, with his inventive mind, his comfortable lap and his incredibly blue eyes.
To her astonishment and dismay her eyes burned. She took a long, slow breath then let it out just as slowly, stepping out of the shower and tossing her hair over her head to patiently comb out the myriad tangles they had put in it when they’d made love to her.
The soothing motion, the familiar habit, helped ground her again, helped keep her in the here and now.
She didn’t hear Connor quietly walk into the bathroom behind her.
When Connor walked in, Cherry was bent over naked, the water from her shower still beading her soft skin, her long hair almost touching the floor as she combed it, her full breasts swaying, her pretty bottom turned his way.
She had an amazing ass, rounded but firm.
He went hard and hot in an instant at the sight of her.
She looked like some kind of water nymph from a fairy story—beautiful, innocently erotic despite what they had done with and to her. What he still wanted to do to her.
Lust and something else slammed through him. He said nothing. No warning. He just rammed his cock deeply into her tight pussy, his hands locked on her hips to hold her in place.
She was wonderful. He just wanted more of her. Connor pounded into her, hammered into that sweet pussy as it closed tightly around him. He ran a hand up her lovely back, the muscles flexing as she took his battering thrusts.
Startled, Cherry braced herself against the counter to take Connor’s erotic assault. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder, looking at him in the mirror as he pounded into her, his expression unreadable, his square jaw tight, his blue eyes blazing as he took her. He looked incredible, intense.
His cock throbbed, swelling inside her as he battered into her to the rhythmic sound of flesh striking flesh.
Turning her head, she looked back over her shoulder at him as he thrust and hammered into her, pleasure slamming through her with each hard punch of his cock.
Grabbing a handful of her hair, Connor dragged her head back and up and buried his mouth at the curve of her jaw. Even as her heart wrenched at the intimate touch, he plunged into her forcefully. His other hand cupped her breast, squeezing hard, almost painfully. In response to his torment, Cherry arched into his touch, her arms braced, her pussy clutching his cock, her body begging for more as he slammed into her with more and more force.
“Come for me, Cherry,” he whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse.
As if at his command, she did, crying out, her body bucking as he fucked her so hard and deeply she grunted with the impact of each punishing slam of his hips against hers. She closed around him, pulsing, shuddering.
The slick internal muscles of her pussy gloved him tightly and stroked him. Connor came with a long, low moan, pumping into her, pleasure rushing through him seemingly endlessly as he drew her against him and held her there tightly. Cherry turned to press her cheek against his chest as Connor wrapped his arms around her breasts and stomach, his face against her hair.
They didn’t move apart until his cock slid out of her. Connor turned her, looking down into her lovely face. Very, very softly, he kissed her, taking her mouth deeply, sweetly, his tongue and hers twining. Something he didn’t recognize moved through him as her hands swept over his chest, up over his shoulders, caressing him, curling around his head as her mouth moved beneath his. The kiss deepened, intensified.
A different kind of warmth moved through him.
He couldn’t say the words he needed to say.
Then Erik called to him from the other room.
Connor stroked her cheek briefly, kissed her lightly. “I’ll let you finish drying your hair,” he said with a grin and left her.
* * * * *
The sound of the elevator descending was unmistakable. They found the paper her clothes had been wrapped in, in Connor’s bedroom.
Cherry was gone.
It suddenly occurred to Connor that he didn’t know her full name. There were things he had wanted to say to her but hadn’t. It was probably for the best though. This way there would be no awkward goodbyes, no promises made that couldn’t be kept.
Or so Connor tried to tell himself.
He looked at Jed and Erik. They were both quiet. He took a breath, regret washing through him. Their idyll was done. Now he wished, suddenly and intensely, that it wasn’t.
Chapter Seven
Each rise and fall of the elevator had been sheer torture but finally Patrick heard Cherry coming home as the elevator doors opened onto their floor. He popped out of his apartment as soon as he heard her key rattling in the lock of her door across the hall. He’d been waiting for her. That was how they had met and become friends in the first place—she lived in the apartment across the hall from him. Their occasional conversations and meetings in the hall and elevators had turned into a real friendship.
When he had returned to the dining room at O’Donnell International and found her gone, he had guessed what had happened. But he didn’t know how much or how many. If she’d had one or all of them.
She had been gone longer than he’d expected and curiosity was killing him.
“Well…” he said archly, pleased at least that she’d gotten some part of her fantasy, knowing that she had daydreamed about Connor O’Donnell for a while. So had he, now and then, as much as he loved Alan. “Look what the cat finally dragged in. Did you have a good time?”
She turned and he caught sight of her neck. To his amusement, she blushed. He snickered. “Either you did or you were attacked by a swarm of very hungry vampires.”
“That’ll be hard to hide,” Alan commented, grinning as he came to the door and leaned a shoulder against it. “So, I guess you had a good time?”
Cherry grinned a little wryly, having caught more than a few looks on the street as she summoned a taxi. All three men had marked her. Not to mention that she ached all over, inside and out, not entirely unpleasantly, although it did hurt a little to walk too hard or too fast. The brush of her bra over her abused nipples made them ache.
Shrugging, grinning a little abashedly, Cherry said, “That’s what they invented scarves for.”
“C’mon in and dish, girlfriend,” Patrick said. “I want to hear all about it. So, who was it?”
She looked at him over her shoulder as he held the door for her and dropped her bomb, knowing it was safe with him and Alan. “Well, you know how I told you that people at the company say Connor shares everything with Jed and Erik?” she said. “He does. They do share everything.”
“E-Everything,” Patrick stammered and then said, his voice stunned but almost admiring as he followed her, “All three of them? Holy shit, girlfriend, how are you even walking?”
Not easily or well, although she really couldn’t complain, except for the way it had ended.
Taking a deep breath, Cherry remembered watching Connor walk out of the bathroom—tall, handsome, lean. Her heart twisted. She’d had her fantasy and she had the aches to prove it. But that was all it was, a fantasy, and she had known that.
It had to end.
Whether they had known it or not, they had all been saying goodbye. She’d had to go before it became impossible for her to leave without acting stupid, without tears.
Her heart wrenched but she pushed it aside. She’d known exactly what she was getting into, had walked into it with eyes wide open. It was ridiculous to feel this way now.
“Tell me everything,” Patrick said gleefully.
Alan looked into her eyes and touched her hand.
She gave him a reassuring smile.
It was hours before she finally managed to walk into her empty apartment, after having told them as much as she dared.