Illicit (19 page)

“Fuck, yeah, doll. Your mouth feels so good.”

He could imagine her mouth around Connor’s cock. And probably Travis licking her slit. It would be hot and slick.

Lindsay’s intense desire to have a man drive his cock into her had Erik bounding out of bed. He was at the door, his hand on the doorknob before he could stop himself.

Damn, his connection to her was stronger than he’d ever felt. He leaned against the door, his cock aching. He wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed. It pulsed in his hand as he heard Connor groan in the next room. Then Lindsay moaned. Erik stroked his cock, longing to be inside her.

“Oh, God. Fuck me. I want to feel both your big cocks inside me again.”

At her words, Erik clenched one fist against the door, while the other squeezed his cock tighter and stroked. Oh, God, had both men fucked her at the same time? Or did she just mean she’d sucked one of them while the other fucked her?

“I’ll go in the back this time,” Travis said.

Damn. They hadn’t done that when she’d been here for the weekend. They’d thought it would be too much to ask of her and he hadn’t sensed it as one of her desires. Maybe there was something to be said for just asking a woman.

Erik’s heart ached that she had shared this with Travis and Connor and not him. Anxiety careened through him at the realization that the three of them were growing close without him.

“You okay, sweet thing?”

“God, yes. Now, Connor.”

She gasped and Erik stroked his cock as he imagined driving into her himself.

“Oh, yeah. Faster.”

Erik stroked faster at her words. Imagining driving deep into her heat.

He could hear her soft moans and the men’s groans.

“I’m … oh, I’m…”

Erik’s cock burst in release as she wailed loudly.

He slumped against the door, while the sounds of her continuing orgasm washed around him. Her sweet murmurs of pleasure. The men’s groans as they released inside her.

He dragged himself from the door and toward the bed.

Damn, it was going to be a long night.

*   *   *

Lindsay yawned as she walked down the hall, tightening the sash on her robe. She wanted coffee. In fact, as she approached the kitchen, she could almost imagine she smelled fresh coffee. She went through the doorway and froze.

Erik stood at the counter, sipping from a mug.

Her heart ached at the sight of him. He was in his usual morning attire, just boxers, which left his big broad shoulders and well-sculpted chest naked. His hair was still wet, which meant he’d stepped out of the shower moments ago, since that short hair of his took no time to dry. He smelled of the woodsy musk soap he used, which made her want to lean in close and breathe him in. She longed to run her fingers through his hair and feel it brush along her skin, then to continue across his big shoulders and down his solid chest, then over his tight abs.

“Good morning.” He glanced at her, his expression guarded.

“Morning.” She walked to the cupboard and pulled out a mug, then filled it. “I thought you were … out.”

He shrugged. “Plans changed.”

She added sugar and cream to her coffee, then stirred. As the silence hung between them, her stomach tightened. Clearly, he was upset that she was here.

She took a sip of her coffee. The tension between them stretched taut.

“Did you sleep well?” she asked, desperate to break the awkward silence.

He put his coffee on the counter. “Not really. I had noisy neighbors.”

Her cheeks flushed and her gaze darted to her coffee. He’d heard her with Connor and Travis. But she shouldn’t be embarrassed. Not after the weekend of no-holds-barred sex they’d shared as a foursome.

Memories of him holding her in his arms, his big cock gliding into her, set her heartbeat racing.

Her gaze flicked back to him. “Well, you know the best way to deal with noisy neighbors. Join the party.”

His gaze intensified as he watched her, his dark eyes glittering, then heat washed through her. Almost as if his desire thrummed through her, augmenting her own need.

“Would I have been welcome?”

Her heart thundered in her chest. Oh, God, of course he would have been welcome.

“With open arms.”

His eyes darkened to the color of the midnight sky. He walked toward her and tingles danced across her skin as his hands wrapped around her waist.

“Really?” He leaned in close and nuzzled the base of her neck, sending quivers through her. His fingers slid to the opening of her robe, his fingertips resting on the lapel. “Am I welcome now?”

“Yes,” she murmured against his neck.

He captured her lips and his tongue slid inside her mouth as his fingers slipped under the fabric. Her nipple peaked as he glided closer. Then he stroked over the hard nub, sending quivers through her.

*   *   *

Erik couldn’t believe he was touching her again. Her mouth so soft against his. Her nipple so hard. He squeezed it and breathed in her murmur of pleasure. He released her lips and pulled the robe back to bare her breast, then covered the hard nub with his mouth. The feel of the hard bead against his tongue delighted him. His cock swelled with need.

He shouldn’t be doing this, but the swell of desire pulsing through her set his already rampaging need ablaze.

“Oh, God, I want you so badly.” He licked her pebbled aureole.

Her fingers tangled at the belt of her robe, and she opened it, revealing her totally naked body. “Then take me.”

He sucked in a breath to calm his erratic breathing. His hand glided down her naked body, stopping at her hip. He licked downward, then crouched in front of her. Her sweet pussy in front of his face. The soft blonde curls neatly trimmed. He leaned forward and pressed his tongue into her, the tip delving into her folds. He cupped her ass and pulled her forward, then drove his tongue in deeper. He felt the tight little button of her clit against the tip of his tongue. He licked and she moaned.

He backed her up and lifted her onto the counter. His hands slid over her hips, then to her pussy. He drew the flesh apart with his thumbs and stared at the little nub within the nest of folds. She whimpered as he stroked it with the tip of his finger, then he leaned in and licked it. She gasped, pulling his head tighter to her.

He slid two fingers inside her hot, slick warmth as he continued to flick her clit with his tongue. Her moans increased as he pushed his fingers deeper, then back, then deeper again. She tensed, and moaned a quiet release. Still he lapped at her, as moisture seeped from her opening.

His cock ached with the need to be inside her.

“Now fuck me, Erik. Please, I need you inside me.”

His heart ached at her words. He shouldn’t be doing this. He didn’t want her needing him, any more than he wanted to need her. Especially with this intensity. But his cock throbbed insistently. He dropped his boxers and pressed his hard flesh against her slick opening, then pushed inside.

Fuck, she felt too damned good. Her hot, tight passage around him felt like heaven.

He drew back a little, then drove in hard, grinding against her.

“Oh, yes.”

Her breathless words spurred him on. He thrust again and again. At her gasping breath, the feel of her soft breasts against his chest, and her hot passage massaging his throbbing cock, intense pleasure coiled through him.

“Oh, God, Lindsay, I’ve missed you.”

“Me, too,” she uttered between gasps.

She clung to his shoulders. God, he loved the feel of her fingers digging into his flesh.

He cupped her ass and lifted as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock drove even deeper into her sweetness.

She nuzzled his neck as he thrust, driving his need higher. Then she squeezed him inside. He groaned at the exquisite sensation.

She arched and moaned her release and the sound of it hurled him higher. Pleasure continued to bombard him until he exploded in pure, blissful ecstasy. He drove deeper and deeper as her moan turned to a loud wail.

Finally, she collapsed against him, her head flopping on his shoulder as she gasped for air.

“So, Erik. You’re home.”

Erik jerked his head around at Travis’ voice. Shit, Travis stood at the door, an unreadable expression on his face.

*   *   *

Travis picked up Lindsay’s robe and handed it to her. Erik lowered her from the counter and she pulled on the robe, hiding her naked, flushed body.

He locked gazes with Erik. “We need to talk.”

Erik nodded. He pulled on his boxers and followed Travis.

Connor winked at Lindsay. “Don’t go anywhere, doll. We’ll be back.”

Travis led Erik to Connor’s room and Connor closed the door behind them.

Before Travis could open his mouth, Erik jumped in. “So are we going to start with why you invited Lindsay over here when you knew I didn’t want her here?”

“You never said that,” Connor said calmly. “You said you didn’t want to see her again.”

Erik turned to Connor. “If she’s here, I’m going to see her.”

“But you were supposed to be out,” Connor continued, “so it shouldn’t have been a problem.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is the point?” Travis demanded. “You said this was our place, too. Did you mean it, or are you going to dictate who we can and can’t have here? Because that’s not going to work for me.”

Erik stared at him with narrowed eyes. “What difference does it make? It looks like you’re choosing Lindsay over me, so I assume it won’t be
us
much longer.”

Travis’ heart clenched. “It’s true I want Lindsay to have a place in my life, but that doesn’t mean I want to lose you.”

“But if I don’t want to be with Lindsay and you do, where does that leave us?” Erik swung his arm to gesture to Connor. “And where does it leave Connor?”

“I like Lindsay,” Connor said with a smile.

Erik scowled and turned to Connor. “Sure, but aren’t you afraid of her getting in the way of your relationship with Travis?”

“No,” Connor said simply.

“Erik, I don’t want to have to choose between you and Lindsay. And it doesn’t have to be like that. What happened this morning proves that you want to be with her, too.”

Erik snorted. “That was just sex.”

Travis shook his head. “When are you going to admit that it’s more than that with Lindsay? It’s clear to all of us that the two of you have a real connection. If given a choice, she would choose you over us in a heartbeat.”

Erik locked gazes with Travis, shock glimmering in his eyes. “Doesn’t that bother you?”

“To be totally frank, you’ve always known that Connor would be my first choice. Does that bother
you
?”

Erik hesitated.

Damn, maybe he’d gone too far. Maybe Erik wasn’t ready to hear that. But it was too late now. “You do know that, don’t you?” Travis asked softly.

Erik drew in a deep breath. “Yes, I guess I did, but I still thought the three of us would make it work.”

“That’s just it. We can. I think the three of us are solid, and I think if Lindsay hooks up with you, we’ll all share a great relationship.” He locked gazes with Erik. “But it all depends on you.”

Erik shook his head. “It won’t work. What the three of us have is the most important thing to me. Bringing a woman in will just ruin things.”

“You’re just running scared. Because you’ve been hurt. Cyndi ripped out your heart, and every woman who left after her just augmented that pain, until you couldn’t even trust yourself to know love when you saw it.”

“And Becci caused you to doubt us,” Connor said. “Even though we would never have dreamed of choosing her over you.”

“But Lindsay’s different.” Erik stared straight at Travis. “Clearly, you would choose her over me. You’ve already done it.”

“Fuck, Erik,” Connor said. “That’s not true. As much as Travis wants Lindsay, he wouldn’t have agreed to her coming over if it weren’t for me. I insisted, because I want him to be happy. We wanted to figure out if Lindsay would work with the two of us before we started working on you to accept her.”

Erik’s eyebrow rose. “And if I can’t?”

“If you won’t even try, then that means you don’t care as much about us as you claim.”

Erik stared at him, long and hard. Finally, he sighed. “I don’t know what you want me to do. You know that she and I probably won’t last. You’re forgetting that women never stay once they find out what I can do.”

“Lindsay’s different,” Travis said.

Erik frowned. “I thought every one of them was different. But I was wrong every time.”

“There’s one way to find out,” Connor said. “Go tell her.”

Nineteen

Lindsay’s stomach fluttered as Erik closed the door behind them. Hope skittered through her that maybe he would give them a chance after all. He’d said he’d missed her, and their lovemaking had been so passionate, and his kisses so tender.

She turned to face him. At his tight expression, her heart sank.

“Look, Lindsay. It’s obvious I have a strong attraction to you, and Travis and Connor would like to keep seeing you, but I still don’t believe things will work between you and me.”

“Why?”

His jaw clenched and he inhaled deeply. “There’s something I haven’t told you, and you’re going to find it pretty strange.”

She gazed into his blue eyes. “I’m listening.”

“I have this … ability.”

She frowned. She didn’t know what she’d been expecting, but this wasn’t it. “What kind of ability?”

“I can sense what women want. Sexually.”

She smiled. “Yes, I like that about you.”

“I don’t just mean I know how to please a woman. I mean I can sense what you are imagining. It’s like being empathic—I feel your desire—but it goes far beyond that. If you start getting turned on and you start fantasizing about, say, having sex with three men in an elevator, then I can actually experience that fantasy along with you.”

“You’re saying the reason you invited me for the fantasy weekend was because you sensed I wanted you when I first saw you on the elevator?”

He smiled. “I told you, you clearly wanted us.”

“Yes, that’s the point. You said you could tell. Because of the way I acted, not because you were in my head.”