Everything Nice (2 page)

Charlie looked back at Allie. Her breathing was labored and Charlie could tell Taylor was definitely hitting the right buttons below her waist. Just how far had his hand traveled?

“Do it,” Taylor repeated and, as he spoke, Allie’s gaze traveled to him. Rather than panic or fear, she offered him a sweet, inviting smile.

“Please,” she whispered.

“God
dammit
, Allie,” Charlie muttered, but before he could say more, she interrupted him.

“I want you to touch me, Charlie. I want you
and
Alex to touch me,” she stated simply.

He tried to understand where the hell he’d lost control of this evening’s events, but his confusion was overpowered by his own needs and desires. He’d wanted Allie for too long and with too much passion to continue to deny it. His left hand wandered to her thigh as if on autopilot. Her legs parted at his stroke and he slowly caressed the soft skin on her inner leg, his fingers itching to find the heat that had kept him
awake
too many nights these past few years. The heat that had him jerking off in the dark, her name on his lips.

When he grazed her panties—hallelujah, a thong—he discovered that Taylor had already pulled aside the thin strap and had one finger buried in her pussy.

“You’re perfect,” Alex whispered to Allie, whose eyes were glazed with longing.

“Oh God,” she breathed. “Touch me, Charlie. Please.”

Charlie felt the bonds of his worry fall away at her words. He dragged his finger over her clit, relishing her soft whimpers, but he knew in an instant that one small bit of contact wasn’t enough. He had to be inside her. He needed to touch, to feel, to appreciate the wet, glorious heat Taylor was experiencing.

His friend looked up at him, compassion in his gaze. They were in this together. Charlie could see it in Alex’s face, the two of them able to communicate without words.
An understanding born from years of friendship.

God, when had he started to think of his friend as “Alex” rather than “Taylor”?

Charlie reached down to her opening and drove a single finger inside her, alongside Alex’s. Their knuckles rubbed together as they slowly moved in and out of her in unison.

The moment should have felt strange, wrong—anything other than this perfect melding of three.

Allie’s inner muscles clenched against their gently moving fingers, announcing her imminent climax. Her response reminded Charlie that they were in a very public setting. Despite the fact they were in a sex club, the bar area was typically off-limits for what they were doing. There were other rooms where this behavior was permissible.

He felt Alex’s hand retreat and he heard Allie’s outraged hiss at his departure.

A strong, reassuring hand landed on his shoulder. “Charlie.”

He looked up, surprised to see Alex had risen. As always, he felt as though his thoughts, his concerns had been laid bare before his friend and he saw empathy in Alex’s gaze.

“You were right,” his friend said. “We should take her home.”

“What?” Allie cried out indignantly, but Charlie heard the inflection in his friend’s words and he slowly pulled his finger out of her heavenly body. He knew they wouldn’t be taking Allie to
her
home but to theirs.

They’d bought property on the lake several years ago once the engineering firm was established and making
money,
and they’d built a large duplex. Somehow the idea made sense as they’d been roommates since college, sharing first a dorm and then an apartment.

The idea that they would take Allie there together left him uncertain, uneasy. This wasn’t his plan. Fuck, he’d never in his wildest dreams imagined sharing this woman,
any
woman, with his best friend. Where the hell was Alex leading them? Where would this leave his plans for a future with Allie?

“It’s time,” Alex said. “Hell, I’d say it’s past time.”

The conviction in Alex’s voice and in his face had Charlie rising from the table, grinning. Charlie would never have considered sharing a woman with anyone but Alex. Now that he thought about it, he wouldn’t consider it with any woman but Allie.

“Alex,” he said, feeling as though they should say more to each other. This certainly wasn’t the kind of decision one made based on impulse.

“Trust me.” Alex’s quietly spoken request resonated inside him as Charlie considered his words. He trusted Alex implicitly, maybe more than he’d ever trusted anyone in his life.

“Okay,” he said, looking down at Allie.

“Are you two trying to kill me?” Allie asked breathlessly. “You can’t get me that close to coming and then drop me at my house!”

Alex grabbed one of her hands while Charlie reached for the other.

“I don’t recall saying anything about taking you to
your
house,” Alex said as they pulled her up.

“But I—”

“Come home with us,” Charlie whispered in her ear. The idea of what Alex was proposing—what they were both proposing to her—appealed to him more then he could say, despite the slight feeling of unease nipping at his conscience.

“It’s time to stop running,” Alex added, and Allie’s eyes widened at his repeated taunt.

Is this what Allie had left town to escape? Had Alex made this same proposal to her that night by the bonfire? Charlie’s heart raced as he recalled the kiss he’d witnessed. The thought that his friend had perhaps wanted this for so many years staggered him.

“Okay,” she answered simply, and Charlie struggled to suck in a deep breath at her assent. She wanted to be with them.
Both of them.
Silently he offered up a prayer that he wasn’t screwing up. He wanted a lifetime with Allie—white picket fence, two kids, a dog, the whole damn thing. A ménage with his best friend suddenly didn’t seem to be the best way to achieve that goal.

“
Dammit
, man,” Alex said, interrupting his distressing thoughts. “Stop thinking so hard.”

Allie giggled and kissed first Alex then Charlie. Both kisses were quick but deep and passionate and full of unspoken promises. Charlie marveled at how the image of Allie kissing Alex was as seductive as the kiss she’d given him. Throwing up his hands in defeat, he laughed.

“You two win. Let’s go home, Allie,” he said as he wrapped an arm around her waist and led her out of the bar.

Chapter Two

Alex knew that Allie realized the enormity of what he was expecting, what he was hoping would evolve from this night. He’d frightened her six years earlier with his proposition and she’d left town. At the time, he’d thought she had run away from
him
, from the knowledge that he wanted to share her with Charlie. That he wanted
her
to share Anderson with
him
. But now that she was back, he wondered if that had been the case at all. Unlike Ginny, Allie had never been content to remain at home when her mother’s health and the family’s financial woes made attending college
an impossibility
.

Alex realized that over the past six years she’d accomplished at least some of her goals—seeing the world, experiencing a multitude of amazing adventures, flexing her wings and finding herself. He prayed her return home meant she was ready to explore the next horizon with them—sharing her deepest, darkest sexual desires.

They retrieved Charlie’s keys from the valet but waved the man off when he offered to pull the vehicle around, opting instead to get it themselves. When they reached the passenger door of Charlie’s truck, Alex gripped Allie’s arm, spinning her around and pressing her against the cool metal.

“Panties,” he said, holding out his hand.

Her face flushed at his demand but he knew better than to believe she was embarrassed. He knew her, knew all about her taste for adventure, the steamy passion that drove her. She was perfect for them, and Alex had suspected it for years.

He’d made a miscalculation, a terrible mistake in approaching her that night by the bonfire. She’d been too young, too inexperienced. But finally he’d have a chance to make up for lost time.

Charlie came to stand beside him and he knew his friend’s move was premeditated. They were shielding her from anyone who might be in the parking lot. She reached down and slowly peeled the poorest excuse for panties he’d ever seen down her long, luscious legs. She handed him the damp material and Alex grinned. Oh yeah, she was ready to roll.

He glanced over at Charlie and felt a deep sense of unease. He’d always thought Allie would be the easy one to convince to participate in this unusual triangle, so when she’d left town, he’d shied away from pursuing Charlie the way he’d wanted to. He simply couldn’t run the risk of pushing away another person he cared about.

Now he knew his feelings for Charlie were as strong as they’d ever been and, with Allie’s return, it felt as if the pieces were falling into place. Unfortunately Charlie had no idea how far Alex wanted to push this ménage. It wasn’t just a bit of sexual experimenting in Alex’s mind but something much, much more.

He looked back at Allie and smiled. There was time to explore all of that later. Tonight he was determined to prove to the wild woman in front of him that he loved her and wanted her. While he suspected Charlie was only just realizing the depths of his own feelings for Allie, Alex had known all along how much he cared for her.

He bent down and lightly brushed her lips with a soft kiss. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she pulled him closer, attempting to deepen the kiss. She’d never be fully dominated in the bedroom and Alex had no doubt she’d attempt to direct their lovemaking every bit as much as he or Charlie. Hell, probably more.

Christ, three alphas should make for some interesting foreplay. She was no wallflower, no shrinking violet. She was a hot-blooded temptress and Alex was starving for her.

“Save some of that for me.” Charlie’s voice drifted over them from behind and Alex released her and watched as she offered his friend the same heated, passionate kiss. As the kiss deepened and Charlie’s hands began kneading her breasts, Alex realized they were walking a fine line and they’d be hard-pressed to get the woman home if they didn’t leave now.

“Get in the car,” Alex said when Charlie and Allie broke apart for a moment. Charlie nodded, realizing the urgency, and quickly walked around to the driver’s side. Alex opened the passenger door and helped Allie into the truck before climbing in after her. Once they were all inside, Alex turned to her.

“Lift up your skirt, Allie. Let us see that hot pussy of yours.”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she challenged.

Charlie laughed. “You’re a wild one, Allie-cat.
Seems like you might need a bit of taming.”

Allie shrugged playfully at his threat. “Oh you boys are welcome to try, but I have to warn you, I’m a
helluva
lot more fun when I’m being bad.”

“I’ll bet you are,” Alex said. “Fine, you’re on.” As he spoke, he unbuttoned his jeans and jerked down his zipper, pulling out his painfully hard erection. Allie’s tongue darted out to moisten her lower lip as she watched and Alex was overwhelmed with the impulse to pull her head down and beg her to lick his cock.

“Your turn.”
At Charlie’s words, Alex glanced over. His friend had taken out his own hard-on and was working the turgid flesh with his fist. Alex had to fight back a groan of desire at the image of his friend pleasuring himself, afraid of how Charlie would respond to it.

“
Mmmm
,” Allie hummed. “Yummy.”

“You have no idea. Now be a good naughty girl and pull up that skirt,” Charlie demanded. The rough tone of his voice combined with the dominant streak Alex knew his friend possessed had his own cock rising and reaching critical mass in an instant. Shit, he’d never last until they got home.

Allie lifted her hips and slowly dragged the lacy material up to her waist. Without her panties, there was just enough light provided by a streetlamp to expose Alex to heaven on earth.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “You’re shaved.” Alex couldn’t for the life of him understand how that fact had escaped his notice in the bar. He’d been so focused on Allie—and how Charlie would respond to his touching her—he’d failed to enjoy the moment fully himself. Well, he’d make up for that now.

Charlie’s hand beat his to Allie’s hot cunt and Alex fought against coming at the sight of his friend driving his thick finger inside her. Allie cried out at the rough touch and Alex decided it wouldn’t take much more to push her into an orgasm. Charlie’s hand stilled and Alex glanced up, surprised to find his friend’s gaze on him.

“Both of us.
Just like in the bar,” Charlie said softly, and Alex nodded.

They’d both enjoy feeling her first orgasm. They were going to bring Allie over together. The comprehension that everything he’d wanted for so long was finally happening left Alex lightheaded.

He added his finger, relishing the feeling of Allie’s hot juices and Charlie’s strong hand beside his. With his free hand, he mimicked Charlie’s movements, rubbing his own cock firmly. He fought the impulse to reach over and give Charlie a hand job he wouldn’t soon forget. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to be patient.

They moved their fingers in unison inside her as Allie whimpered and thrust her hips against their touch. Alex was shocked when he felt Allie’s hand close over his. Looking up, he saw she’d done the same to Charlie and, as they fucked her with their fingers, she worked her fists along their cocks.

He wouldn’t last long. Her hot cunt, her hand on his cock and the image of Charlie and Allie teetering on the precipice of orgasm pushed him to the edge.

“Fuck,” he gritted out. “I can’t hold back. I’m coming.”

His explosion seemed to break the silent tension in all of them and Allie screamed with her climax as semen erupted from the end of Charlie’s cock in great, long spurts.

When he came back to earth, Alex saw Charlie kissing Allie, heard him murmuring sweet nothings, calming her before he looked up at him.

“That was fucking amazing,” Charlie said with a crooked grin, and Alex burst into laughter.

“I think it was actually amazing fucking,” he corrected, and Allie giggled.

“Charlie, start this damn truck and get us home so the three of us can take a shower and amaze the fuck out of each other again,” she teased.

Charlie peeled the tires in his rush to get them home.

* * * * *

As they pulled into the driveway, Alex watched as Charlie lifted Allie out of the truck and carried her to the front porch of their house. He couldn’t hold back a grin as he listened to Allie’s demands to be put down while Charlie ignored her. For over a decade, he’d watched the two people he loved most in the world dance around each other as if afraid to touch, afraid to admit what he’d always known.

The three of them were a set, meant to belong to each other in a completely unconventional way.

Allie knew what he’d wanted when she’d left. His feelings hadn’t changed and she clearly knew that by coming to their home with both of them, she was accepting his offer. He’d begun to give up hope that she would ever come back to them, afraid she simply couldn’t tolerate what he was asking.

Glancing back at him, Charlie raised his eyebrows in question. Alex grinned and shook his keys at him. Tonight, he wanted both of them in his bed. He unlocked the door to his side of the duplex. Charlie set Allie down inside the front door and Alex walked over to her, taking her face in his hands. “Tonight is about you, hellion.
Just you.”

She glanced over her shoulder at Charlie before looking back at him with a questioning glance. Alex knew she was recalling his confession about Anderson, but he wanted—no,
needed
—
her
to understand that he loved her as well. His feelings for her had nothing to do with his feelings for Charlie Anderson.

Charlie stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Alex could see her nipples harden at the contact, poking through the thin material of her sexy blouse. “We won’t force this on you, Allie. The decision is yours,” Alex added.

He watched Charlie’s grip on Allie tighten and he could sense how badly his friend wanted this. Any reservations he’d suffered in the bar seemed to have been dismissed.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” she whispered lightly, and Alex felt the vise that had been gripping his heart since she’d returned home loosen and fall away. She would accept both of them into her bed and her body and, with any luck, after tonight, she would accept them both into her life—forever.

“How about that shower?”
Alex suggested.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she teased.

As Alex led them through his house, he was struck by the utter rightness of this moment. He’d fallen in love with Allie Brooks when she was sixteen. At the time, life at her house had been falling apart and she’d run away from home.

Her mother had been diagnosed with cancer and her older sister Ginny had given up her dream of attending college to stay home and care for her. He and Anderson had been packing up, getting ready to head off to college when Ginny called to say they couldn’t find Allie…

Alex and Anderson had driven around for hours before finally spotting her climbing into a truck with a rather rough-looking character outside an all-night diner.

“Get
outta
that damn truck,” Alex growled as he grabbed Allie from the piece-of-shit Ford.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she yelled. She struggled not to fall on the gravel as Alex pulled her out and Charlie reached over to support her until she found her footing.

“What the fuck?” the driver cursed, opening his door and coming around the truck. “Who the
fuck are
you two?”

“We’re the guys who are gonna kick your ass and then call the cops!” Charlie yelled.

“Oh yeah, what for?”

“For kidnapping a minor,” Charlie spat.

“Minor?” the asshole asked, turning to look at Allie. “You told me you were eighteen.”

Allie shrugged belligerently. Since her mother had been diagnosed with cancer, Alex had watched Allie fall further and further into self-destructive behavior. Her pride in her appearance had disappeared and rather than the clean-cut, pretty girl next door he’d grown up with, she’d turned into the Goth queen from hell.

“She’s sixteen,” Alex answered as the man’s eyes narrowed.

“Fuck, man. I didn’t know. Lying bitch said she wanted a ride to the next town.”

Charlie’s fist flew and connected with the bastard’s jaw before Alex could jump in and hold him back.

“Don’t call her a bitch!” Charlie shouted.

“Cool it, Anderson! Just get Allie and let’s go.”

The man looked as if he wanted to retaliate for the punch, but taking a closer look at the two young men ready to take him on, he seemed to reconsider.

“Fuck this shit. I’m
outta
here.” He got back in his truck and stomped on the gas, throwing gravel back at them in his rush to get out of the secluded parking lot.

Allie whirled on them in anger, but Alex was unwilling to hear any of the poison she seemed ready to spew. She’d nearly left town with that asshole. God only knew what would have happened if they hadn’t found her. “Don’t say a word!” he shouted. “Your sister is out of her mind worrying about you. You were supposed to be home hours ago.”

“Oh no, Ginny the good daughter is upset! Gosh, I really
do
feel bad now.” Her words dripped with sarcasm. She’d been driving all of them crazy with her reckless behavior lately.

“You little smartass,” Alex muttered. “You’re acting like a spoiled, selfish princess.”

“Fuck you, Taylor!” she cried out.

“What’s going on inside that pretty head of yours, Allie?” Charlie asked softly.

She sucked in a breath at Charlie’s kind question and Alex could see she obviously hadn’t expected tenderness. Tears formed in her eyes before she turned away from them and Alex cursed his own harsh words.

“I’m not going home and you two can’t make me,” she whispered.

“Oh we can’t, huh?” Alex asked, more than prepared to throw her ass in the car if she took one step in the wrong direction.

“This is none of your business! Shouldn’t you two be packing for college? Go away and leave me alone.”

“No,” Alex answered simply. “Get in the car.”