The last of her courage had been used up walking in here. She could feel the silky material of her dress under her foot and squirmed down to grab it. Marc muttered to Kyle, but she fumbled for the door, grabbed her purse and fled, tugging her dress over her head. Neither guy came after her as she pulled back the bolt and ran to Orchid Villa, her cheeks flaming. If anyone tried to stop her, she’d scream.
No one did and once inside, she collapsed, the pain in her chest almost enough to make her think she was having a heart attack. In a way, she was.
Chapter Four
Marc switched on the light, and Kyle winced at the brightness, his body tense with pain, his stomach churning with anxiety.
“What the fuck was that about?” Marc snapped.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t tell me you’re fucking sorry. Couldn’t you have kissed her? How hard could it be?”
Kyle looked up at him. “I was scared, okay?” He dragged his clothes closer.
He dropped down at his side. “Scared of what?”
“Of caring too much, wanting too much, hurting people.”
Marc pulled the clothes from his hands. “We need to go and speak to Indie before she packs her stuff and sneaks off thinking we’re both bastards. I’m not but you are.”
He balled up their clothes and Indie’s underwear and sandals and yanked Kyle to his feet. “I don’t care if you don’t kiss me, but fucking well kiss her. Right?”
Pain burned though his leg as if fire ants crawled along his veins. His muscles screamed at him. He limped along, his palms sweaty, and his breathing shallow. He hadn’t had a panic attack in a long time but verged on one now as black waves rolled over him, crushing him, drowning him. As they reached Orchid Villa, the door opened and Indie stood silhouetted, her bag in her hand.
“Pine…apple,” she blurted and his heart just about burst open.
“You’re not going anywhere this time of night,” Marc said. “Can we come in? Idiot here needs to explain himself.”
Kyle wasn’t sure he could stand any longer. His leg gave way and he staggered. Thank God strong arms reached out to stop him falling.
“What’s wrong?” Marc wrapped his arms around him.
“Bring him inside,” Indie said and moved out of the way. “Help him onto the bed.”
“Stop trying to do everything on your own,” Marc said. “Lean on me.”
The moment they reached the bed, he collapsed face down and pressed his face into the pillow so they couldn’t see his expression.
“Don’t put the light on,” he gasped.
“Do you need anything?” Marc asked. “Painkillers? A bag of frozen peas? A kiss?”
He stiffened and then bit his lip as the muscles in his thigh cramped. And then hands touched him, small soft hands, sliding up and down his leg.
“Be careful,” Marc said. “He’s had a bad injury.”
“I’m a physiotherapist,” Indie said. “Want to get the lotion out of the bathroom and we can help him together.”
He clenched his fists under the pillow.
Hurts
. Tears formed in his eyes, and he shut them tight. No one would ever see him cry. But he could feel the wetness creeping down his cheeks, sinking into the pillow.
“Squirt it on both legs,” Indie said.
He moaned when the cool liquid trickled onto his skin.
“Copy me,” she said quietly. “You’ll be able to do it for him then when this happens. We need to warm up the tissue first.”
He swallowed hard as they pressed and massaged his muscles from his heels to his backside. As one sort of pain retreated, and another type of ache started, his cock began to harden, and he willed it to stop. Like that would work.
“Slowly,” she said.
He bit back his cry as she found the spot in the middle of his thigh, the core of his pain, and as the agony surged along his spine all the way to his head, his cock deflated.
“How did the accident happen?” she asked.
He sensed Marc open and then close his mouth.
“Were you both there?”
“Yes. Kyle doesn’t like to talk about it.”
Can’t
talk about it.
“Maybe you should,” she said. “It’s as if you’re pretending it didn’t happen, just like the injury. How can you hope to get better if you don’t get to the source of what’s wrong?” She exhaled. “Sorry. What do I know? All I do is persuade muscles to behave.”
“Do you have any thumb screws?” Marc asked. “I think I’ve tried everything else, but he clams up if I talk about it.”
I
am
here
, he wanted to shout but the words stayed locked in his head.
“I’m going to press a bit deeper now,” she said. “You keep doing what you’re doing on his other leg.”
He grunted as she used her thumbs to separate the muscles on the back of his thigh, tormenting his damaged hamstring, but under her slow, deep, sure strokes he felt his body begin to relax, and the pain changed again into a different sort of ache, one he could almost feel seeping out of his leg and dissolving into the bed.
“Why don’t you have regular physio?” she asked. “It would definitely help.”
“Because he’s taken the blame for what happened. It’s his way of punishing himself.”
He should have known Marc would figure it out. Indie took his bad arm in her hands and massaged his tight muscles in slow, smooth strokes. When she reached his fingers, he clasped them in his.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“You’re welcome. Can you turn over?”
“That side’s fine.”
Marc laughed. “His dick’s hard.”
Indie sighed. “So’s yours. I can cope with the sight of it.”
He rolled over with a groan. “Sorry.”
She wouldn’t meet his gaze. She squirted more lotion on his leg and started at his foot.
Marc glared at him. Kyle knew what he wanted, but he’d avoided talking about it for so long the words were tangled up inside him. Marc copied Indie, his strong hands swirling up and down his lower leg, the massage a mixture of pleasure and pain, though his cock seemed to consider it all pleasure.
He was hurting more than himself with his silence. He’d pushed the guy he loved away and he’d refused to go. Now he’d hurt Indie. She had to be pissed off with him, and yet, she was still here, trying to make him feel better. He gave Marc a desperate look and the guy nodded.
“The three of us met in Las Vegas,” Marc said. “Me, Kyle, and Laura. It was a…one-night stand set up by a woman called Madam Evangeline. She makes sure the match is perfect and the moment we met, we knew it was.”
Now he wasn’t sure he wanted the story told.
“We were in Laura’s car,” Marc said. “We’d spent the night in her hotel, and she was driving us back to ours. I fell asleep in the backseat.”
Transported back to that night, back into the car, Kyle trembled. Indie leaned into his thigh with her forearm, held her wrist and pressed down hard as she moved her arm up and down. She deliberately didn’t look at him.
He knew Marc was waiting for him to take over the story.
“It might have been set up as a one-night stand, but we wanted to see each other again,” Marc said in a whisper.
Say it. Say it
.
“I leaned over to kiss her,” Kyle blurted. “Laura lost control. We crashed. She died.”
Marc gasped and stared straight at him. Indie’s hands stilled on his leg.
“You should have told me,” he said. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me? Did you tell the police? Oh Christ.”
“If you remember I lay in a coma for a week. When I woke, I didn’t remember anything. When I did, I…didn’t want it to be what had happened.”
“Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe you just thought you were going to kiss her.”
“I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She…turned and looked at me and…I distracted her. It was my fault. She died, you might have died. It’s taking time to get my head around it.”
“But you’re not. You won’t kiss me. You wouldn’t kiss Indie. What do you think’s going to happen? We’ll die because you kiss us?”
Kyle looked from one to the other. “I can’t risk opening my heart. I can’t…be responsible for anyone else’s unhappiness.”
“Christ, Kyle, we only get one chance at this. I want you, but I want the old you, not the shadow of what you once were. We both want Indie. Don’t fuck up.” He turned to Indie. “Kiss Sleeping Beauty and make him see sense.”
“You kiss him first,” she said. “I like watching guys kiss.”
The fact she’d understood they needed to do this first, dragged a swell of emotion from his heart that almost made him cry out.
“I like watching guys do all sorts of things.” She gave a shy smile.
“Oh yeah?” Marc raised his eyebrows. “Such as?”
“Cleaning, cooking, gardening and…kissing.”
Kyle smiled.
“You’re not going to sneak out while we lock lips?” Marc asked. “I might need help pinning him down.”
All the banter was to help him, but he just wanted to kiss them now, both of them.
“I’m going to take a front row seat,” Indie said. “I’ll score you out of ten.”
Marc lay at Kyle’s side on the bed and traced the shape of his mouth with his thumb. “You’re such a pain in the ass. But you’re my pain in the ass and I love you.”
Oh God
. He lay motionless as Marc stroked the hollows of his cheeks and traced the line of his jaw. The guy’s eyes shone bright with desire and knowing Marc wanted him so much almost stopped him thinking of why he hadn’t wanted to do this.
At the exact moment Marc pressed his lips to his, Indie wrapped her mouth around the head of Kyle’s cock. He gasped and it was all the invitation Marc needed to kiss him more deeply. He wrapped one arm around him, digging his fingers into the guy’s back as Marc plunged his tongue into his mouth. With his other hand, he caressed Indie’s hair as she licked and sucked his shaft.
Overloaded with sensation, he could do nothing but lie there and feel. The world might be ending around him and he didn’t give a fuck. Indie pulled both their cocks together and licked from one to the other. Their mouths curved in smiles as they broke apart and looked down at the woman playing with them. She’d stripped off her dress and knelt with her backside in the air.
As though she sensed them staring, she glanced up, a fragile happiness on her face. Kyle wasn’t going to shatter it.
“Come here.” He tugged gently on her hair, and she crawled up to lie between them.
“Learned how to do it now?” she whispered to him.
“You tell me.” He lowered his mouth, licked along her jaw, and felt her melt against him. Her hands linked around his neck, and he trailed his tongue along the seam of her mouth. When the tip of her tongue fluttered against his, he moaned. He hadn’t meant to go fast, but she sucked at his tongue, and he couldn’t help himself. He kissed her then as though his life depended on it, as though a failure to gain a perfect score would mean she’d walk out and they’d never see her again.
And when they came up for air and she turned to Marc and he kissed her, Kyle thought it was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. Then she kissed Kyle again, and he changed his mind. This was more beautiful.
“Nine out of ten for both of you,” she said.
Marc glared. “Only nine?”
“I have to give you something to aim for.” She grinned.
Chapter Five
Marc kept wanting to pinch himself and see if he was dreaming. Not only had Kyle kissed him, but then he’d kissed Indie. If only he’d known the guy felt responsible for the accident, but looking back wouldn’t restore Laura’s life. Whether Kyle had kissed her or not, she’d been behind the wheel, and her lack of control had ultimately caused the crash. She had no family. He’d checked because he’d wanted to help them if he could. They had both checked. They’d thought Madam Eve had found them the perfect third and maybe now, another perfect third would grow to be the love of their lives.
Kyle whimpered when Indie pulled away from his lips.
“I need to breath occasionally,” she said.
“Breathing’s overrated.” He ran his hand down the curve of her body, his fingertips reaching further to brush Marc’s hip.
He swallowed hard. “Before things get…out of hand, do we have condoms?”
“In my bag,” Indie said.
After she’d slipped out of the room, Marc whispered, “You okay?”
“Apart from the major concern I’m about to spurt all over the bed?”
“You’re not the only one. Maybe we should play with her for a while.”
“Not sure that’s going to help. Those breasts. She’s so soft.” He moaned. “And you’re so hard.”
She bounced back into the room with condoms and lube.
How about that
? Marc stowed everything on the bedside table, and she settled between them.
“So,” he mumbled and trailed his finger from her shoulder to her nipple and circled it. Kyle did the same thing but with his tongue. When she reached for their cocks, they groaned in unison.
“We’re too close,” Marc muttered.
“I want to do something,” she whispered.
Kyle lifted his head. “Whatever you want. Anything. Honestly. Just say it. So long as it doesn’t involve getting off the bed until we’ve all come.”
“I want to suck you both off at the same time.”
He let out a choked laugh. “Fine. Should take about thirty seconds. Do I get to choose what we do then?”
“I’ll think about it,” she said and slid down the bed. Then she lifted her head and stared at them. “Thirty seconds?”
“Angel, imagine you’re on a ten meter diving board and losing your balance. You know the moment is coming when you’re going to fall. Well, I’m there.” Marc sucked in a breath as she licked from the root of his cock to the tip. “Going to enjoy the fall though. Jesus.”
She wrapped her hands around the roots of their shafts and used just sufficient pressure to stave off the inevitable, and as Kyle kissed him, he sank into bliss. Hot little fingers stroked upward, squeezing the swollen crown of his cock before sliding down to tighten at the base. Orgasm simmered in his head, and they kissed more deeply as Indie wove her magic a few feet below.
She lapped at his balls, pulling one then the other into her mouth, sucking and releasing until he gasped against Kyle’s lips, thinking he couldn’t stand it another moment. But almost as if she knew how close he was, she took her mouth off him and worked on Kyle.