No Reservations (24 page)

If he’d been closer, she would’ve reached for him, wrapped her hand around his cock
and pushed him over the same edge she was teetering on.

Instead, she watched his hand work his cock, watched his hand twist over the bulging
head before sliding back down the shaft.

She could have lost herself watching him, but Greg refused to let her.

After a fierce squeeze, Greg released her breast before shoving his hand between her
legs and cupping her.

Her eyes closed as he pressed two fingers inside her slick channel, buried them deep
and stroked her on the inside.

Her already sensitive tissue quivered in response, clenching around him, trying to
suck him deeper. He rotated his hand until he got his thumb in a position to prod
her clit, rubbing her, stroking her. Bringing her to the edge then backing off until
he had her begging for release.

She needed it, needed that release. If she didn’t get it soon, she might melt down
and lose her sanity.

“Tyler, please.”

“Tyler isn’t the one you need to be asking for release, Kate.” Greg’s voice felt like
an electric shock through her body, making her muscles go rigid. “Ask me for what
you want.”

Her eyes flew open and she found herself staring into Greg’s green eyes. So pale.
So different from Tyler’s.

His fingers twisted, his knuckles scraping and tormenting.

She gasped, arching toward him.

“Say it, Kate. Come on, I know you want to. You know Tyler wants you to.”

And she wanted to give Tyler a show as much as she wanted to get laid right now.

She laced one hand through his too-long hair and yanked. “Fuck me, Greg. Right now.”

In the next second, she was moving. Greg shifted until he lay on his back on the chaise,
head at the flat end, feet planted on the floor at either side. He lifted her over
his lap until she had one knee on either side of his hips and her sex spread over
his cock.

With his hands on her hips, he held her suspended over him, all the lovely muscles
of his abdomen taut and sharply defined.

She kept waiting for him to lower her onto his cock but when she looked down, she
saw he was so hard, he’d need help getting his cock in position.

She had no problem giving him a hand.

Reaching down, she wrapped her hand around his thick erection, watching Greg’s eyes
narrow until they were almost shut. His cock pulsed as she squeezed, her other hand
slipping between his legs to fondle his balls.

Greg let her play with him for only seconds before he growled, “Enough. Condom. Now.”

Turning, she found Tyler holding one in his hand, which he reached over to hand her.

Their gazes connected as she took the foil packet and tore it open. She had to tear
her eyes away to roll the condom on Greg’s cock, watching him as he watched her hands
work on the sheath.

Once she had him covered, she rolled her hips forward until she was positioned at
the perfect angle.

Again, she looked at Tyler, whose gaze shifted to where her sex teased the tip of
Greg’s cock.

The sensation was decadent. Wicked. And so insanely hot, she knew she’d only have
to think about this later and she’d never be cold again.

Settling one hand on Greg’s shoulder, she rolled her hips again, rubbing his cock
between her labia, taking him a centimeter deeper with each movement.

The feel of the head lodged there, not quite inside her body but no longer a tease,
made her want to force her body down, take him as deep as she could until he filled
all the aching places inside her.

That first round of sex with Tyler had only made her hungrier, hotter.

She knew what was coming, what they were building toward, but she didn’t want to rush.
She wanted to draw it out. Make Tyler crazy with lust. Make Greg beg for her to finish
him.

Looking down at Greg, she watched his lips flatten into a straight line as she sank
a little deeper, until the head had breached her body and began to stretch her channel.

Relief and greed for more warred as she wriggled down his shaft. Each slight shimmy
lodged him deeper, made his lips draw flat and his cheekbones stand out in stark contrast.

She swore she felt his hands on her hips tremble before he clenched her tighter. He
didn’t try to force her to go faster, though, simply held his body almost perfectly
still, letting her do all the work. Have all the control.

Shooting Tyler a quick glance, she saw he’d released his cock, both hands now clamped
on to the arms of the chair, as if holding himself back. His body seemed poised for
movement. As if at any moment, he’d launch himself at them.

Just the thought of what would happen then made her shiver.

And slide a little farther down Greg’s shaft.

She was so wet, he went easily. She didn’t want easy.

She wanted rough. Wanted hard.

Wanted dirty.

She sank down and took the rest of him inside in one smooth motion.

Moaning at the sensation of being filled so completely, she dug her fingers into his
pecs, the hard muscles tight. But not as hard as the one impaling her body. He felt
like silk-encased iron, thick and hot and burning her from the inside.

Her eyes closed as her body reacted to the intrusion, clenching around him until she
couldn’t bear to stay still one moment longer.

Using her thigh muscles, she lifted her body until only the tip of him remained. Then
she sank, hard and fast. Almost too fast. Too hard.

Not enough.

With her eyes closed, she set a rhythm that would get her what she wanted as fast
as possible.

Already, her womb began to contract, sharp ripples of excitement spreading through
her lower body.

Greg let her control the pace though his hands stayed glued to her hips, holding her
steady. She felt ready to fly apart when suddenly Tyler moved behind her and wrapped
his arms around her shoulders.

“Hang on, baby. I don’t want you going off yet. I want to make this even better.”

That rough whisper in her ear made her shake in his arms. On her hips, Greg’s hands
held her steady, refusing to let her move though she tried.

Thwarted, she contracted around the cock in her pussy even as she rubbed against the
one she felt at her rear.

With her eyes closed, every sensation was heightened. The feel of Greg’s hips between
her thighs, the feel of his shaft as it seemed to thicken every second. Tyler’s body
against her back, the brush of his chest hair sensitizing her skin.

His arms tightened as she bucked back against him, trying to get him to do something,
anything to relieve some of this pressure building in her groin.

“I want your ass, Kate. Can I take you there while Greg fucks your pussy? I swear
you’ll enjoy it.”

She nodded because she couldn’t speak, the excitement had stolen her breath.

She’d never had anal sex, hadn’t really even considered it before, but now she was
dying for it. Wanted him to bend her over and fulfill his promise to her.

He didn’t answer, but he did run his lips down her throat until he opened his mouth
over the juncture of her neck and shoulders and bit on the tendon.

Crying out, she felt herself falling forward, felt her breasts crushed against Greg’s
broad chest, his cock still embedded deep inside.

Tyler’s hands began a slow slide down her back, teasing, petting, kneading, until
he reached her ass.

Then he caressed, warming her until she was sure her skin had to be bright red.

The difference in the angle of penetration caused her to arch her back and Greg thrust,
short and sharp, to keep himself seated as deep as he could.

She wanted to move again, felt like she had to move, but the men holding her between
them had taken back the control. They made the rules and she obeyed.

At the feel of cool liquid dribbling between her ass cheeks, she moaned. When Tyler’s
fingers followed, rubbing the slickness around the smaller, puckered entrance, she
held her breath.

“Breathe, Kate.” Greg’s voice was followed by another thrust that gave him even more
depth than she thought possible at this angle. “We don’t want you to pass out. Trust
me, you’ll want to be awake for this.”

“Then you better hurry because I’m going to take care of this myself if you don’t.”

Both men laughed, though neither released more than a breath of air. She felt it to
her bones.

“Trust me, sweetheart.” Tyler pressed his thumb against the tiny hole. “You don’t
want us to hurry. You want us to take our time.”

When he breached her, the pressure on such sensitive tissues made her gasp. And that
was only his thumb. How the hell was she going to take his much thicker cock?

She didn’t have a lot of time for rational thought after that because he began to
do wicked things with that thumb.

Twisting. Stretching. Making her ready.

She tried to stay still, didn’t have a choice, really, because Greg held her so tightly,
but the need to move had become a necessity. And the need for release pushed her into
a state of fevered awareness.

Greg’s cock felt like an iron pole shoved inside her, heating her from the inside.
Tyler’s thumb felt cool as he pressed further.

At first, he used only the tip, but as she squirmed, he sank to the first knuckle.
And still she wanted more.

She bore down and heard both men groan. The sound of their desire fueled the fire
consuming her. She became a creature of pure sensation, living only for the next release.

Turning her head, she bit Greg’s neck, felt him buck beneath her. Heard him swear,
one hand moving from her hips to her neck, where he pressed her closer.

“Fuck, Tyler. Do her. Now.”

Greg’s words barely penetrated her brain but she knew what he wanted.

“Yes. Do me. Tyler, please, just—”

She moaned as she felt Tyler’s thumb retreat only to be replaced by the broad tip
of his newly sheathed cock, so much bigger than his thumb. With one hand spread across
her lower back, he held her still as he pushed forward.

Oh, God.
Yes.
That’s what she needed. That bite of pain. That sense of too much.

And it was too much. In the best way possible. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think.

She could only hold on while Tyler began to move. So slowly at first, it was almost
excruciating. Every nerve ending in her lower body flared, sending confused signals.
Pain. Pleasure.

But not enough of either.

“More.”

Greg’s breath bathed her neck in moist heat just before he turned her head and took
her mouth. She sucked on his tongue, giving into the wildness of his kiss as Tyler
continued to press forward, filling her until he had nowhere else to go.

When he stopped and held steady, she felt Greg still as well, pulling away from her
mouth.

No, no, no. That’s not—

Greg began to retreat and the nerve endings in her pussy began to pop and snap in
response. She clamped around Greg, around Tyler, making it harder for Greg to move.

Still he managed enough to shoot her straight to the edge of orgasm as he thrust back
in. But then Tyler began to move and her overloaded system lost all hold on her response.

The men began a wicked rhythm, rocking her between them, pumping inside her with smooth
strokes. She sensed their control, the way they coordinated each motion to maximize
her pleasure.

So much. Almost too much.

She felt as if she had too much energy contained in her body. Too much emotion.

Tears formed, but she wasn’t upset. With her face buried in Greg’s neck, she reached
behind her, searching for a connection to Tyler.

He caught her hand, linking his fingers with hers as she bent her arm across her back.
That point of contact anchored her even as she felt the first ripple of orgasm filter
through her.

“Jesus, Kate. You feel so fucking amazing. I can’t get enough of you.”

Tyler’s lust-infused voice pushed her past ripples and into a full-blown orgasm that
tore a cry from her throat as both channels contracted.

“Ah, fuck.” Greg groaned, the sound penetrating through his chest into hers. “Can’t—”

She had the sensation of falling even though her body was impaled by and sandwiched
between two men. She let her climax implode, sucking both men along with her.

Seventeen

Greg returned to his room when Tyler carried Kate back to his apartment.

He’d wondered if Greg would follow, but he just brushed a kiss against Kate’s temple
and waved good night before disappearing.

Tyler didn’t have enough brain cells left to form a coherent argument for Greg to
come with them. And right now, it wasn’t a major priority.

There’d be time enough tomorrow to figure out what the hell was going on with his
friend.

Kate was mostly asleep as he walked to the bathroom, but he knew she’d sleep better
if she had a shower.

“Oh, don’t even think about taking me anywhere but to bed.” She punctuated her words
with a tug on his hair. “I’m tired. Want to sleep.”

Smiling, he set her feet on the floor but kept her upright by holding her against
his side as he turned the taps in the shower. “You will. But you need a shower.”

“Hmm. I guess that’ll be okay. But put my hair up. And you’re doing all the work.”

He laughed, loving the grumpy tone of her voice, the warmth of her body. The way her
cheek felt against his chest. “I’m fine with that, considering that’s what I’ve been
doing anyway for the past couple of hours.”

Her hands clenched against his back and her fingernails dug into his skin. Though
he doubted he’d be able to get it up again, at least until tomorrow morning, his brain
registered the fact that he really, really wanted to.

“And you do it so well.”

She sighed then, the rush of air against his chest sparking a more tender emotion.
One he hadn’t felt in years. Now wasn’t the time to blurt it out like a lovesick teenager
who’d just gotten laid for the first time.

He was a grown man who knew enough to realize the first time he told a woman he loved
her, it should be special.

At the very least, she should be awake enough to appreciate the words.

The woman in his arms could barely keep her eyes open, even though she held on to
him with a tight grip.

Almost as tight as his.

The water warmed while he turned to grab an elastic band from the kit she’d left on
his vanity.

With a few twists of her hands, she had her hair gathered into a sexy, messy mass
on top of her head. He couldn’t wait to let it fall again.

She stiffened when he moved them into the spacious marble stall, moaning a little
when the spray hit her, then gave an adorable growl and buried her face in his chest
as the water soaked her back.

It didn’t take her long to warm up, though.

He held her for several minutes, until she felt like a rag doll in his arms, loose-limbed
and pliable.

Then he reached for the scented body gel he’d put in here earlier, just for her.

The name had caught his eye in the gift shop earlier this week. Sweet Seduction. When
he’d sniffed it, the spicy scent with a hint of sweetness beneath had reminded him
of Kate. He’d had bottles of bath gel and body lotion sent to his apartment.

He poured the gel on a puffy and lathered her back. He didn’t linger, because they
were both tired, but he did make sure he stroked a few key areas several times.

He stayed away from places he knew would be tender, using his hands to wash her between
her legs rather than the puffy. And he didn’t linger, even though her hips rocked
forward as if she wanted him to.

After he’d maneuvered her around so he could wash her front, he used the same gel
on himself. Yeah, he’d smell like a girl, but at least it’d remind him of her when
she wasn’t around.

“I’m thinking about spending some time up at the spa this week. Can I stay with you?”

She didn’t say anything right away and for a second, he thought she might have fallen
asleep on her feet.

Then she rubbed the back of her head against his shoulder. “Sure.” Twisting around,
she looked up at him, her eyes barely open. “I’d like that.”

As he bent to kiss her, he felt like he was sealing the deal. Hopefully, she’d sign
on the line as well.

**

“Kate, I’m so glad I caught you before you went to work. I have great news. The producers
want to meet you immediately. I know we talked about you coming up to visit the theater
this week but I’ve been talking you up since the woman they’d wanted to hire as my
assistant took another show. I know it’s short notice, but would you be able to come
up to the city tomorrow for an interview?”

Tuesday morning, Kate had a brief moment of panic as she froze, mouth hanging open
as she tried to think of the words she needed.

Tyler looked up from across her dining table, eyes narrowed as she finally got her
tongue unstuck. “Dinah, hi. Tomorrow?”

Her former professor began to laugh. “Sorry, sorry. I know I sound like a crazy woman
but honestly, I’m hoping you’ll say you can be on the next train up here. I need you,
Kate. Like yesterday.”

Well, she couldn’t exactly say no to that, could she? She took a deep breath and took
the plunge. “Sure. I can be there.”

She’d call in sick to work. Tomorrow was Wednesday, never particularly busy. Then
again, Joe thought every day was busy.

“Oh, that’s wonderful. If you can get here by ten, we can talk a little beforehand.
Do you have a pen? Let me give you the address.”

A minute later, Dinah rang off and Kate sat staring at the address just off 53rd Street
and Seventh Avenue that she’d scrawled onto a piece of paper Tyler had handed her,
along with a pen.

Her heart raced as panic tried to overtake her.

She felt Tyler’s gaze on her but she couldn’t meet it.

This job was everything she’d ever wanted. Everything she’d studied for, dreamed about.

And it meant leaving Tyler.

“Kate? Everything okay?”

No, it wasn’t.

She couldn’t do it all. She’d learned that lesson from her mother. You had to pick
and choose carefully or you’d regret your choices for the rest of your life.

She’d already made a huge mistake with Arnie—

“Kate.”

Her gaze refocused on Tyler, who stared at her with concern written all over his face.

“I’m fine.” She forced a smile, but Tyler wasn’t buying it. He continued to stare
until she felt compelled to spill the whole story.

“That was my professor from college. I’d called her a few weeks ago about potential
jobs in New York.”

“Right after you broke up with your fiancé, I assume.”

“Yes. I figured if I was going to make a change, I might as well do it big, right?”

His expression didn’t change as he nodded, watching her like a hawk. Waiting for her
to continue.

“I really didn’t expect anything to come of it.”

Why did she feel like she was apologizing? She had nothing to apologize for.

“And tomorrow?” Tyler prompted.

“The producers want to meet me.”

“So this is a done deal?”

“No.”

“But you want the job?”

She opened her mouth to say yes but the word wouldn’t come. “I’d have to think about
it.”

“Why? Isn’t this exactly what your degree is in?”

She sighed. “Well, yes, but it’s a huge decision. I’d have to move to New York City
and find a place to live that won’t bankrupt me. And even though I love the city . . .
I’m not sure I want to live there.”

Tyler leaned back in his chair, in a position she knew meant he was formulating a
response. “But this job, it’s a foot in the door.”

“It’s off-Broadway, but yes, if I’m good enough, I could move up the ranks.”

“I don’t think there’s any doubt you’re good enough.”

Tears welled at the confidence in his voice. He believed in her.

“You’ll need pictures for your portfolio. Do you have one? What about a resume? Is
yours current?”

Her head began to spin as Tyler rattled off questions. So much to think about. And
why did it feel like he was pushing her at this job? Was that her guilt talking?

“Tyler, wait. I appreciate all the ideas, but I don’t have enough time to do more
than update my resume. I can’t take new photos, there’s no time. Although I have two
pieces—”

“What about Sabrina? Maybe she could model for you tonight. Or I’m sure Annabelle
would be willing.”

Her brain hadn’t gotten that far yet but she immediately latched on to the idea. “That’s
brilliant. I’ll text her and see if she’s free tonight. But . . . Shit. I don’t have
studio space and I can’t—”

“No problem. We’ll do it at the spa. We’ll find a bare room and I’ll get Greg to come
up and take them. He’s handy with a camera.”

Once again she was speechless. An Oscar-winning Hollywood producer was going to take
photos for her portfolio so she could show it to a pair of up-and-coming theater producers
who might hire her as a costume manager’s assistant for an actual off-Broadway show.

And the man she loved was helping her get a job that could potentially break them
up.

“I’ll call Greg now, see what his plans are. Why don’t you contact Sabrina and see
if she can make it tonight. If not, call Annabelle.”

She had to bite her tongue to keep back the words that wanted to escape.

“Who died and made you boss” probably wouldn’t be a good thing to say, because he
was right. About everything.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel he was pushing her away.

Tyler stood, drawing his phone from his pocket and walking toward the front window.
“Hey, Greg. I need a favor for Kate.”

She remained at the table, struck dumb by Tyler’s efficiency as he steamrolled Greg
into driving up to take the photos then making sure they had a room at the spa ready
for them.

At one point, he turned to her and raised one eyebrow. She knew what he was thinking.
Why the hell wasn’t she on the phone getting in touch with Sabrina?

Good thing Sabrina’s number was plugged into her phone or she wouldn’t have been able
to remember it. Her brain was running at full speed, tripping over everything she
should be doing to prepare for tomorrow.

None of which should include a last-minute photo shoot by a famous Hollywood producer
simply because she wanted to show off two of her new pieces.

But those pieces are awesome.

She had to agree with herself. The steampunk costume she’d made for Sabrina to wear
to Philadelphia’s Comic Con was worth its weight in gold. She’d found everything at
thrift stores and antique shops and combined them into one kick-ass steampunk chick,
full of in-your-face gadgets and baubles.

The second piece she’d made for herself. The gown was total fairy princess. Lavender
velvet bodice, satin and velvet skirt with a pattern she’d hand stitched. There wasn’t
one edge that wasn’t trimmed out with lace. It had thirty buttons down the front and
a boned corset.

She’d made it with the intention of wearing it to the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire,
but it’d never seen the light of day because she and Arnie could never agree on a
weekend. Either she had to work or he had to work or they’d had some family obligation
to attend, so the dress had hung in her closet.

And now it might net her the job of her dreams.

But did she still want that job?

Yes. Of course you
do.

Her gaze settled on Tyler, still on the phone. He looked to be in his element, taking
care of things, making plans.

She wasn’t going to let a man interfere with her plans. Not even one as perfect for
her as Tyler.

She picked up her phone and called Sabrina.

**

“Sorry, I’m late. Traffic was a bitch on the turnpike. Hey, Kate. Nice to see you
again.”

Kate smiled at Greg, wondering if she should be embarrassed by the man she’d had sex
with last weekend with the blessing of her boyfriend. “Hi, Greg. Thanks for doing
this for me. I really appreciate it.”

She’d wondered how he’d handle the situation and was relieved when he brushed a kiss
against her cheek and squeezed her shoulder. No trace of snark or innuendo to be found.

The load on her shoulders lifted by the tiniest bit, enough to make her realize she’d
been stressing over that as well.

The pile of stress had seemed insurmountable only minutes ago. But the stress had
seemed abstract. Greg’s arrival had made everything that much more real.

He was here to take pictures for her portfolio so she could interview for the job
of her dreams tomorrow.

The job that would make it nearly impossible for her to continue her relationship
with the man of her dreams.

The man who was practically pushing her onto the bus for New York.

Maybe she wouldn’t get hired. There was a good possibility she wouldn’t.

Maybe she wouldn’t want the job. Did she want the job?

That was the question that’d been rolling around her brain more often than any other
all day.

Taking the job meant moving. It meant giving up her home, giving up the client list
she’d been building for wedding gowns and burlesque costumes and lingerie.

It meant giving up the boutique.

And for what?

An off-Broadway show that
might
have a shot at moving to Broadway. And what happened when the show closed? Would
she be able to return to her life here? Would the clients she’d cultivated so carefully
still want to work with her?