Deux (3 page)

“Mmm.” Jane smoothed her hand over her back to the swell of her buttocks. She couldn’t get the idea of rimming her out of her mind.
Would she be open to it?
“It was really beautiful.”

Margot’s head lifted and she smiled into Jane’s eyes. “I want more,” she whispered.

Her pussy clamped on fresh need as she flipped atop Margot once again. “We have all day.”“We’re lucky,” Margot gasped as Jane’s fingers buried in her pussy to the knuckle.

Jane fucked them in and out slowly, watching Margot’s eyes squeeze shut. “We are,” she said.

***

Jane stood on the drive, watching Margot’s little silver car back out. The sun was hot on her shoulders. The neighborhood was quiet, as most people were at work and the kids at school. Margot was heading off to retrieve her own children, but Jane’s daughter was going home with a friend this evening.

Jane’s heart was hollow, seeing Margot leave. At the door, they had stood kissing goodbye, clinging to each other like teenagers. She felt like a teenager again, hungry for her new friend, despite the fact that they’d pleasured each other most of the day. Her taste was on her tongue. Her scent was on her fingers, her chest, her thighs, where Margot had ground her hot little cunt into her.

Shivering, Jane turned to the house, Margot’s departure leaving a pall over her.

She spent the remainder of the afternoon puttering around the house alone, washing the dregs of the untouched coffee down the drain and preparing for dinner.

When Ethan’s step sounded, she met him at the door. He dropped his suit jacket to the foyer bench and turned to her with a smile. There were weary lines around his eyes, but the brilliant blue orbs danced at the sight of her.

“Mmm. Come here, baby,” he growled, reeling her against his broad chest. Beneath that white shirt and tie lived the sexiest pecs a woman could want. He hugged her close, making her start at the suddenly foreign feel of his hard body compared to the supple Margot Holt’s.

“Good day?” she asked, her cheek against his shirt, breathing the starch and ink smell of him.

“Crazy day. Stressful day. I’m glad to see you.” He cupped her face gently, using a thumb beneath her chin to lift her face. The first murmur-soft brush of his lips was magnetic as usual. She clung to him as he swooped in for more.

His biceps flexed, shoulders tensed, then went utterly still. He drew a deep breath through his nose, and then broke the kiss. He held her at arm’s length and stared at her hard.

“What is it?” she asked in a quavering voice.

“You taste like pussy.” His voice was pitched low.
With anger?

A shiver ran through her, part fear, part excitement. Had she been right to tell Margot he wouldn’t mind?

She fidgeted beneath his blue gaze.

“Jane.”

Her eyes flicked from his polished leather shoes to the muscular thighs straining beneath his pinstriped pants, skimmed over the gleaming belt buckle and lightly patterned tie.

“Look at me.”

She fastened her gaze on his trim blond goatee.

A heartbeat of silence swelled between them and then he grasped her wrist and drew her fingers to his nose. With a rumble, he picked her up about the waist and pressed her to the wall. His head bent over her, taking gulping breaths. His breath streamed over her flesh, raising a need she’d thought satiated by coming five times into a woman’s mouth. How wrong she was.

He kissed her again roughly, body holding her prisoner, tongue sweeping the interior of her mouth which still held the essence of Margot’s passion. He moaned against her lips, his cock hardening against her belly. He ground into her.

“You tell me what you’ve been doing, Jane.” His tone made her hair stand on end. If she didn’t feel his enormous erection nudging against her, she’d think he was about to explode into an uncharacteristic tirade.

Their gazes met, making trepidation mount in her chest. She’d never strayed from his bed. Never. But what she and Margot had done felt different, as much of an extension of herself as Ethan was. If she could form the words to explain, would he believe her?

She quivered as his fingers located her nipples. He pinched them, applying pressure slowly until she squirmed.

“Eating pussy?”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly.

His shaft grew against her belly. “Whose?” His eyes were close and demanding. Hers slipped away.

“Margot Holt’s.”

He sucked in a breath. “That woman with the twins in Beth’s class?”

She bit her lip. Need speared her cunt from speaking her name. “Yes.”

“Oh, my God, Jane.” He kneaded her ass cheeks, drawing her to meet his grinding thrusts. “I’ve gotta have you.”

With that, he lifted her and sped through the house to their bedroom suite. He kicked the door open and it slammed off the interior wall. He fell with her to the bed.

“Where did it happen? Here?”

She nodded, aroused by his weight and the length of his cock against her thigh.

Ethan felt around the coverlet until he found the damp spot where Margot’s juices had seeped. His weight left her as he buried his nose there. He came up with a shudder.

“Tell me everything.”

“You’re not angry?”

“Turned on. Dying to know more. Ready to fuck your brains out. Angry? No.”

She melted with relief. Their eyes clashed, and a bolt of electricity passed between them.

“What made you do it?”

“She’s gorgeous. And I’ve wanted something…more…for a while now. Not that you aren’t an amazing lover. I just craved something else.”

“And how was it?” He held her pinioned with his sexy body, with his smoldering gaze. With his obvious arousal.

She felt a blush climb her face and a light sweat dew her hairline. “She’s the best French kisser.”

A moan bubbled from Ethan’s lips and he dropped his forehead to the swell of her breasts, nuzzling. “Oh, God, to have been present. Why didn’t I think to come home for lunch?”

She pinched his upper arm. “This was our first encounter and I wouldn’t have shared, Ethan.”

He leaned away, resting his weight on his elbows. “But you’ll share next time? You’ll let me watch you make love to another woman?”

“Just watch or let you taste?”

Swiftly, he stripped her, and then scrabbled at his belt. She took over for him, ripping it out of the belt loops with a zinging sound. She shoved his pants down his hips, and his tie and dress shirt hit the floor with a whisper.

His tongue snaked out to lick her lower lip. “I can already taste her. Now spread those sexy thighs, woman, and take my cock.” He nudged her legs apart and sank hilt-deep in one swift motion.

Her pussy swelled about his invasion, loving the fullness, feeling tender and sensitive and completely aroused. Margot had finger-fucked her, stroking her g-spot to completion several times, but she loved the chafe of Ethan’s engorged head against her womb.

She locked her heels around his hips and dragged him down for a searing kiss. She had spent so many hours dueling tongues with Margot, she quivered at the feel of Ethan’s rough beard and hard jaw.

He rolled her nipples between his fingers mercilessly, urging her toward a swift, hard explosion. As the first tremors of her release rocked her, he stiffened, driving into her so she slid up the mattress.

“That’s it, baby, come on my cock,” he grunted with a final thrust. Her pussy walls gripped him as he poured his juices into her in three long spurts. She relaxed instantly, every muscle going slack. But Ethan was still thrusting into her slowly, grinding his rod against her slit. She knew she had worked him up with her revelation and he wouldn’t be happy until he had her several more times.

He rolled off and tugged her into his arms. Her cheek was pillowed against the crisp mat of blond chest hair rather than Margot’s sumptuous breasts. Jane sighed.

“Good?” His voice rumbled beneath her ear.

“Oh, yeah.”

“As good as your little woman?”

“Uh-uh,” she said, tweaking his nipple. “There’s no comparison. She was delicious, but so are you. I want you both, Ethan.” She rolled onto one hip and looked him in the eye. “Is that all right?”

A smile spread across his handsome features. “It will drive me nuts all day at work, wondering if you’re fucking her, but I’ll love every minute of it, Janie.”

She raised an eyebrow with a hopeful smile. “Will you? Good. Then I can keep her?”

He laughed. “You can keep her,” he agreed. “But you can invite me to join in the fun.”

She circled his nipple with her tongue. “I would enjoy it, but she’s wary still. Shy.” An image of Margot’s reddened cheeks formed in Jane’s mind, sending a spike of protectiveness straight to her heart.

“Okay,” he said, closing his eyes, resting up for round two before they had to go pick up their daughter after dinner. “I’ll let you enjoy your little games for now. But soon, Jane. Soon.”

“Soon,” she echoed as her limbs grew weighted with the fatigue of hours of love play. She closed her eyes and thought of having Margot, counting the minutes until she could have her again.

Deep in her heart, Jane knew the bond to Margot was forming. Before Margot had left her bed, she had squeezed her to her silken body and refused to let go. And Jane had read things in her eyes and in her kiss, which seemed to grow more passionate and ferocious as the day progressed.

No, she could barely wait till tomorrow, when she could stare at the supple ass kickboxing in the front of the room, knowing the heat and taste of her. As she drifted off to sleep with the wetness of Ethan’s seed on her inner thighs and the flavor of Margot still on her mouth, she nearly felt the swirl of Margot’s tongue against hers, taking her down in a French kiss.

Her heart told her it was possible to love both people at once. With her admission to Ethan, the bedroom door had been cracked open. Now she had to try to throw it wide and unite the three of them. If she could do this, she knew it would mean the completion she craved.

Biography

Em Petrova is the author of
Runes, Isolde’s Wish, Trefoil, The Tempest, Tattoo Dream
, and
Deux
.

Since a young age, Em has been lured by the world of paranormal and romance. She penned her first novel at the age of twelve, and after gaining an arts degree, has returned to her literary roots. She loves to dig deep into the souls of her unique characters and uncover their secret desires when she doesn’t have her nose in a great new read.