Illicit (7 page)

Travis sat up and turned Connor around. Connor leaned against the seat of the armchair in front of him and Travis pressed his cock-head to Connor’s ass. Then he drove forward, to Connor’s groan.

Erik grabbed her hips and lifted her a little, then lowered her again. She rested her hands on his knees and continued the motion, lifting herself and dropping back down, taking his cock deep. Erik’s hands slid around her and covered her breasts. Travis drove into Connor again and again, while Erik toyed with her nipples, driving her insane with need.

“Oh, fuck, I’m coming.” Connor arched and moaned.

Travis drove in hard, and groaned while he held Connor tight to his body, obviously following him to climax.

Lindsay realized she’d stopped moving on Erik’s huge cock. Instead of continuing with her up and down movement, she swirled her hips in a circular motion, stirring his big, thick cock inside her.

His fingers found her clit and stroked the sensitive bud. He flicked a couple of times, then grasped her hips and lifted her up and down again.

“Oh, my God.” Pleasure spiked through her and she squeezed Erik’s big, marble-hard cock as it drove into her. “Oh, faster,” she pleaded.

He lifted her faster. Soon, he began to groan and blissful sensations swamped her senses.

“Oh, God, I’m coming.” She gasped. “You’re … ahhh … making me.” She moaned. “Come.”

The orgasm tore through her like a flash storm, blasting all her senses with intense pleasure. She continued to moan as the pleasure swept through her.

*   *   *

As Lindsay rested against Erik’s chest, she suddenly realized she was totally naked in front of three equally naked men. She eased away from Erik and grabbed her bra from the floor, then glanced around, looking for her undies.

“Looking for this?” Connor grinned as he held out his hand, her skimpy thong dangling from his outstretched finger.

“Yes, thank you.” Her cheeks burned red. She sounded ridiculously prim and proper after what had just happened. For heaven’s sake, she’d gotten super aroused while watching Connor and Travis fuck each other silly, then she’d climbed aboard Erik for the ride of her life.

God, she’d never been so uninhibited. But now she was just embarrassed.

She took the fabric dangling from his finger and turned her back to the men while she pulled on the undies, then quickly slid into the bra and fastened it snugly.

When she turned around, the men were pulling on their boxers. She quickly located her shorts and camisole and pulled them on, too. Erik smiled warmly at her, and not one of the men smirked at her sudden fit of self-consciousness, though she suspected Connor had to work hard at suppressing the grin he’d been sporting only moments before.

“I have to confess,” Erik said, “that we never did get those dishes done.”

“I think it’s only fair that Erik and I clean up after breakfast,” Connor said, “while you and Travis take a break by the pool. After all, Travis cooked breakfast and you”—he winked—“gave us all a treat.”

Her cheeks heated even more, but then she was being shooed out the door.

“I can help with the dishes,” Travis said and Lindsay wondered if it was because he didn’t want to be alone with her.

“No way,” Connor said.

The patio door slid closed behind her and Travis, and she glanced at him. He shrugged and headed for the pool.

“Do you want to go for a swim?” he asked.

Cooling off wouldn’t be a bad idea. She nodded. He strode to the diving board and dove in, his exquisite male body streamlined as it sliced through the water. She walked to the side of the pool and dove in from there. They both swam in silence for a while, then she pulled herself from the water and sat on the side of the deep end, dangling her legs in. A moment later, Travis pulled himself from the water, droplets streaming from his body like glittering diamonds in the bright sunlight. He sat on the side and pushed his long, dark brown hair back from his eyes. Because of the curved edge of the pool they were angled toward each other.

“I’m curious about something.”

Lindsay glanced up at his words. He stared at her intently.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“What did you think about what just happened?”

She knew he didn’t mean in the pool. Memories of Erik’s hard cock inside her while she watched Connor and Travis skittered through her brain. Her cheeks flushed again and she stammered, “I guess I’m a little uncomfortable about it.”

His expression tightened. “So you don’t approve of Connor and me together?”

Her gaze darted to his. The warmth in his brown eyes had diminished and his lips were a taut line. Oh, damn. She’d done it again.

“No, that’s not what I meant. I’m just a little self-conscious”—her gaze dropped to her hands—“well, a lot self-conscious about my behavior.”

“Lindsay.”

She raised her gaze to his again.

“You don’t need to be self-conscious. None of us will judge you, except in the most positive way. It’s great that you opened up and allowed yourself to go with what you felt.”

She nodded at his encouragement. “Thanks. And about you and Connor, it was really sexy watching the two of you.”

He nodded. “So you find it a turn-on.”

“Well, yeah. You’re both so sexy and so open with each other.”

“And what if Erik got involved, too?”

Her body tingled as goose bumps quivered along her arms. “That would be …
really
sexy.” That much testosterone involved in groping, sweaty, masculine sex would take her breath away.

His gaze met hers, but she sensed he’d hoped for more. It being a turn-on for her wasn’t enough.

“You know, Travis, it’s not just that it’s really sexy watching you. I think it’s wonderful that you are all so comfortable with your sexuality and that you are comfortable loving who you want to love, not bound by society’s norms.”

“You think I’m in love with Connor?”

“Oh, I wasn’t saying you have to be in love with someone to have sex with them.” Oh, no, had she offended him again? “I just mean, you seem to be open to being with whomever you have feelings for and I assume you’re open to falling in love and—”

He held up his hand, his lips quirking up in an amused smile. “It’s okay, Lindsay. The relationship between me and Connor … and Erik, for that matter … is complicated. I don’t expect you to understand it. Hell, we don’t really understand it fully ourselves.” As he stared at her, his amused expression turned serious again. “So you’re really saying you’re okay with me loving Connor—another man—and possibly Erik, and still wanting to have sex with you? You don’t see anything wrong with all of us being free and open about our sexuality while still having a loving relationship with each other?”

She shrugged. “Of course not. As long as you’re all okay with it, why would I have a problem with it? I actually think it’s really great.”

A smile spread across his face again, and this time warmth lit his eyes. He stood up and stepped toward her, then offered his hand.

“You’re a very special woman, Lindsay.”

She took his hand and he drew her to her feet, then into his arms. With his hard body pressed the length of hers, his arms around her in a warm embrace, she expected her libido to kick in, but instead she felt … warm and accepted. And loved. Her arms slid around him and she held him close. Clearly, they weren’t
in love,
but there was a loving glow of shared appreciation in that hug. And something more.

She sensed he needed this more than he’d ever admit. According to Erik, Travis had been on his own since he was seventeen and he didn’t allow many people to get close. Maybe he craved the nurturing warmth of a woman.

If this were a normal, casual hug, it would end about now, but when she started to release him, he tightened his arms around her, and her heart swelled. He was showing her a level of vulnerability that touched her deeply. She tightened her arms around him and reveled in the glow of this intimate and loving closeness.

*   *   *

Erik rinsed the suds from a mug and put it in the drainer.

“So it looks like she’s going to stay,” Connor said.

“Seems like it. We need to let her ease into things at her own pace.”

Connor chuckled. “Easing into her is exactly what I want to do.”

Erik glanced out the window and noticed Lindsay and Travis in an embrace, their bodies in full contact. His jaw clenched and he had to ignore the twang of jealousy rising in him.

“What’s that all about?” Connor asked while peering over Erik’s shoulder.

They both knew that Travis didn’t bond easily with anyone and seeing him hugging Lindsay with such warmth was odd.

“I don’t know. Maybe they talked about yesterday’s misunderstanding and sorted things out.”

“I guess.”

He grinned at Connor’s serious expression. “You aren’t jealous, are you?”

“No. You kidding? We’ve all shared enough women that you know that’s not going to happen.”

It was true, they had. But Travis had always held back. He was enthusiastic when it came to the sex, but he wasn’t big on physical contact with a woman other than that. Yet there he was, hugging Lindsay like she was a long-lost friend.

It would be good for him to open up to someone other than Erik and Connor.

Erik pushed aside the uneasy thought that there was one other woman Travis had opened up to. Becci, who had nearly torn the three of them apart.

But this wasn’t the same thing.

“It’s good that he’s opening up to Lindsay,” Erik said.

“You’re right.” But uncertainty showed in Connor’s eyes.

Connor and Travis had been together a long time. Longer than they’d known Erik. Could Connor be worried that Lindsay was a threat to that relationship?

He placed his hand on Connor’s shoulder and smiled. “Come on. Let’s go out and join them.”

*   *   *

Travis didn’t want to let her go. He didn’t want this closeness to end. In Lindsay’s arms, he felt nurtured and cared for in a way that was both deep and profound.

He understood that it probably had something to do with the fact he’d been rejected by his mother and that on some level he deeply craved the love of a woman, but he didn’t want to analyze it. He just wanted to enjoy the comfort of her soft embrace.

He heard the patio door slide open. Damn. He released her and stepped back. Her gaze flickered over his and from the uncertainty in her eyes, he could tell the hug had affected her, too.

He glanced at his approaching friends. Erik carried two beers and Connor had a beer and a hard lemonade, which he held out to Lindsay.

“Drink?” Connor asked.

“Sure, thanks.” She took the frosty bottle from his hand.

Travis took the beer Erik offered and took a swig.

Connor sent Travis a questioning gaze and he realized Connor was surprised, and maybe a little put off, at the hug. Did he feel threatened by Lindsay?

Should he?

“I’m going to change,” Lindsay said.

Travis watched her as she walked to the patio door and realized he wanted to get to know her better. He wanted to spend time with her. He wanted to be
intimate
with her.

Sharing her with Connor and Erik would be exciting, but he also longed to have her to himself.

Damn, he cared deeply for Connor, but he wanted to explore what he was feeling with Lindsay. Would that hurt his relationship with Connor?

Seven

Lindsay walked to the balcony’s edge and glanced over the concrete rail to the city below. It was hot out, but a warm breeze wisped across her cheeks, lifting her hair in a soft caress. The river glittered in the sunshine. She could see the green park skirting one edge, and a myriad of buildings and streets laid out below them.

She turned back to the lovely pool and walked to the teak chairs where the men had settled and joined them.

“So what do you do?” Travis asked as he swirled his beer.

“I work for a research company.”

“And what do you do there?” he asked.

“I manage a system that indexes confidential documents and allows me to retrieve the physical copies when someone in the company needs them.”

Connor grinned. “So you’re a librarian.”

“My title is Document Retrieval Manager.”

“Very impressive, but I like librarian better.” Connor’s lips turned up in an ultra sexy grin, sending quivers down her spine. “I can just imagine you with your hair up in a bun, glasses, and wearing a bulky wool suit.”

“I don’t wear my hair in a bun and I don’t wear glasses.” Sometimes she did coil her hair back and fasten it with a clip, but that wasn’t a bun. And she wore contact lenses.

“And the suit?” Travis asked.

“A lot of women wear suits to work,” she said defensively.

Erik chuckled. “They’re teasing you. They just like the idea of you being all prim and proper, so they can peel away the outer layer to find the sexy filling inside.”

He caught her gaze and she almost gasped as images of herself dressed in a business suit, her hair in a tight bun, and thick black glasses on her face flashed through her brain … then Erik stepping toward her and taking off the glasses. Then unpinning her long, blonde hair so it tumbled around her shoulders.
His fingers reached for the buttons of her jacket and her heart raced as he unfastened them, one by one.

She took a long sip of her drink, her gaze flickering away. Damn, the idea of spending a fantasy sex weekend with these men was really addling her brain.

She wanted to ask them about the invitation, and how they knew about her fantasy of being with three men, but she couldn’t quite get up the nerve. Partly because she’d have to admit it was true.

“This is a great place.” She wondered how they could afford such a luxurious place.

“We’re lucky. A friend of ours inherited it and is letting us live here,” Connor said.

“Is that the same friend who invested in your business?” she asked.

Connor’s gaze flicked to Erik.

“That’s right,” Erik answered.

She shifted in her chair. “Does that mean he, or she, might show up?”

Erik grinned. “No one’s going to walk in on us skinny-dipping in the pool, if that’s what you’re worried about.”