Party of Three (Sunday Night Dinner Club #1 (8 page)

Completely out of her depth and at a loss for what to do next, Chelsea followed her heart and stepped closer. In her running shoes, she’d been several inches shorter than Levi. Now they stood at the same height, thanks to her heels.

She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

He hadn’t shaved, and his five o’clock shadow rasped against her lips, making her pussy clench. Was there anything sexier or more masculine than an unshaven cheek?

Levi shook his head in mock horror. “Call that a kiss?”

“What would you call it?” How she managed to hold a conversation was beyond her.

“An insignificant peck on the cheek. This...is a kiss.”

Levi wrapped her in his arms, molded his lips to hers and laid claim to her mouth with his tongue.

Chelsea melted into a puddle of goo where she stood. Her knees wobbled, her heart raced and goose bumps rose over her arms. As for her clenching pussy…it almost had an orgasm on his front doorstep.

He released her long moments later, leaving her breathless and unsteady.

“See?” he asked with his trademark easy grin. Only the heat in his eyes belied his casual tone. “Peck versus kiss. Big difference.”

Partly because she couldn’t resist and partly to prove a point, she ground her hips against his, pressing herself close to his straining erection. “
Big
being the key word here.” At least he wanted her. Whatever else he might be thinking, his body told her in no uncertain terms the passion that had flared between them the other morning was still there—as bright and breathtaking as it had been at Centennial Park.

“And getting bigger every second,” he muttered. “Keep doing what you’re doing.”

She stepped back. “On your front doorstep? For all your neighbors to see? I don’t think so.”

“Then you’ve answered your earlier question. Come on inside.”

He stepped aside to let her in. Well, he kind of stepped aside. More like he angled his body, giving her just enough space to squeeze past him, ensuring every inch of one side of her body touched every inch of one side of his.

She was an aroused mess by the time she made it into the house. The hand that landed on her lower back, just above her ass, didn’t help matters at all.

“Straight ahead and to the right.”

With the way his palm burned through her dress as he guided her, she may as well have been naked. And when she stepped into his lounge room, that feeling of exposure only increased. Especially as the first thing she saw was Spencer, sitting on the couch watching her approach.

His gaze burned as hot as Levi’s hand, stripping away her defenses.

Oh, she was in so much trouble.

Chelsea would have come to a stop just inside the room, but Levi urged her across the floor, all the way to Spencer’s couch.

“Evening, Chelsea.” Spencer’s voice was a deep rumble. “You’re looking lovely as usual.”

So formal? She nodded at him. “Good evening, accountant man.”

A wave of unreasonable irritation swept over her, making her skin itch. He’d fucked her into submission two short nights ago, and here he was reverting right back to being the guy with a stiff upper lip who kept his tie on for every occasion—including visits to the beach.

To be fair, he had no tie on now. And the top two buttons of his work shirt were undone, exposing a V of tanned flesh and enticing chest hair. The glimpse of skin made her mouth water, which only increased her annoyance.

She glanced around the room. “What? No briefcase tonight?”

“No need for it.” His eyes flashed, though with humor or something else, she couldn’t tell. “I’m not planning on utilizing my bookkeeping talents until tomorrow morning.”

He didn’t mention not utilizing his other talents. And he had many other talents. Many. “So what are you planning for tonight?”

Spencer held his hand out to her as Levi took a seat on the same couch, leaving a small space between them. “Sit here, between us, and Levi and I can tell you all about it.”

She eyed the hand warily and her sixth sense jumped to hyper-alert status. Something was up, something Chelsea had no idea how to handle. It made the back of her neck prickle. Not in an uncomfortable way. The sensation was…curious.

“Take my hand, Chelsea.” And there it was. The same commanding tone of voice Spencer had used with her the other night. The one that sent shivers down her spine and her desire into overdrive.

She took his hand.

Awareness streaked through her, and the adrenaline that only hit when Spencer touched her shot straight through her heart. She stared at him with wide eyes.

His gaze was fixed on her, his dark eyes almost black. “I felt it too, babe.”

“So did I,” Levi said, surprised. “And I didn’t even touch her.”

Levi may not have touched her now, but he had minutes ago, and her still-tingling lips and jelly-like knees were proof.

Spencer tugged gently, and Chelsea took a seat between the two men, perching on the edge of the cushion.

“Forget something?” Spencer asked.

She looked at him quizzically.

He pointed to his lips, like he had in the kitchen when she’d straddled his lap and rocked shamelessly against his erection.

“Oh.” Surprise rendered her almost speechless. In the kitchen they’d been alone. “Levi—”

“Had his turn when he let you in.”

Oh, yeah, did he ever. “But…he’s sitting right here.” She turned to face the man in question, knowing her eyes were enormous. “Beside us.”

“I sure am,” Levi agreed. “And I’m curious to see what you’ll do about that.”

“Chelsea.” Spencer’s tone demanded she return her attention to him. And when she did, he didn’t need to say anything else. The expectation in his gaze said it all.

She squirmed in her seat. Partly because the idea of kissing Spencer while Levi watched made her uncomfortable, and partly because the idea of kissing Spencer while Levi watched made her pussy pulse frantically.

He still held her hand, and Chelsea made no effort to pull away.

Levi’s hand returned to the small of her back. “Might as well do as he says. We all know you want to.” He drew his fingers upwards, leaving trails of goose flesh alongside her spine. “We all want you to.”

“Wha—?” His words made her dizzy. As did his scent—and Spencer’s.

Levi smelled of the outdoors, of sea and salt and sun cream, while Spencer smelled of expensive aftershave. Had two men ever smelt better?

Levi leaned in and nuzzled the side of her neck. “Kiss him, Chels. While I watch.”

Shocked, she placed her free hand over her pounding heart. What game were they playing?

“Kiss me, babe.” Spencer’s voice was so compelling, she about drowned in the sensual tone. “While Levi watches.”

Chelsea glared at him. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing. Yet.”

“No.” She pulled her hand free and pointed from one to the other. “You are. Both of you. You’re up to something.” And damned if it didn’t turn her on from the roots of her hair all the way down to the tips of her toes. “Look, if you’re upset with me, tell me. If you’re angry about the way I…” Shit. How did she word this? “I led you on before, kissing you, Levi, then mentioning how I felt about Spencer.” Criminy, this was excruciating. Couldn’t she swallow her tongue or something? “And…and, uh, sleeping with you, Spencer, before telling you about Levi.”

“You didn’t sleep with me, sweetheart.”

Chelsea gaped at him. “Pardon?” She’d had the best orgasms of her life at his hands, and he was denying it had ever happened?

“Sleep requires getting some rest,” Levi supplied helpfully. “Closing your eyes, dozing off.”

“We did none of that,” Spencer added.

She’d closed her eyes. Several times. Several incredibly erotic times. “You’re twisting my words.”

“Then we’re even, because you’re twisting our balls.” Levi grinned at her. “My balls, anyway. Can’t speak for Spence here.”

A muscle ticked in Spencer’s jaw. “It’s not just my balls that need attention.”

She gaped first at Levi then at Spencer, convinced she’d stepped into an episode of the
Twilight Zone
. “Are you punishing me? For falling for both of you and not being able to choose?”

Spencer’s gaze was dead serious. “Is that what you’ve done? Fallen for both of us?”

She closed her eyes again, hit with a rush of emotion for both men. “Is-isn’t it obvious?”

“You want us both?” Levi asked.

She looked his way, licking her suddenly dry lips. “You know I do.” And she had no idea how to deal with it. Not with both of them sitting beside her, sandwiching her in. making her quiver from their proximity.

“That’s good.” Levi smiled again, only this time his expression was so wicked, her heart skipped a beat.

Spencer ran his hand over the arm of the couch. “You ever been fucked on a couch before, Chelsea?”

She eyed his hand nervously. “N-not this couch.”

Spencer raised three fingers and his thumb, leaving his index finger stroking the leather in small circles. The action was so blatantly sexual Chelsea felt an answering pull in her clit.

He lowered his voice. “You ever been fucked by two men on a couch before.”

The bottom dropped out of her belly. “N-no.”

“How about on a bed?”

Two men and herself on a bed? “Never.”

“Floor?” Levi asked.

Levi and Spencer and herself on the floor? She shook her head, both in answer to the question and to clear the fog, fearing she may well lose consciousness from the scandalous thought alone.

And then Levi’s mouth was back on her neck, nuzzling her. “Would you like to be fucked by two men, Chels?”

In her wildest dreams—and yes, she’d had many, many wild dreams about Spencer and Levi—she’d never imagined the two of them doing her at the same time. But the idea of it… “At the same time?” she checked.

Spencer nodded.

Goose bumps covered every inch of her skin. Spencer and Levi taking her at the same time?

She had to unglue her tongue from the floor to respond. “I guess that would depend on which two men would be doing the fucking.” As if there was any question. But Chelsea had to show at least a little dignity in the matter. Sobbing and yelling her approval would only make her look desperate.

Levi lifted her hair off her neck and ran his tongue along her vertebrae there. “I’d be one.”

Spencer’s finger froze and then continued with that circling motion. “And I’d be the other.”

Her breath came in fast, shallow pants. Seriously, what woman could breathe normally in this situation? “Y-you’d both do that? You’d want that? All three of us? Together?”

Holy smoke.

Holiest smokiest smoke ever.

The three of them? Together?

If that wasn’t the answer to every prayer Chelsea had had this past year.

What a brilliant solution. What an incredible suggestion. Incredibly erotic. And wonderful. Her, Spencer and Levi.

“I want you. Levi wants you, and apparently, you want us both. You do the math, babe. One—” Spencer pointed to himself with that same finger, “—plus one—” he pointed to Levi, “—plus one.” He didn’t just point at her. He ran his finger over her lips, and it was all she could do to stop herself from pulling it into her mouth and sucking on it, “—equals three.”

The equation brought a lump to her throat.

If one plus one plus one meant all of them together, she wouldn’t have to choose. Wouldn’t need to pick one over the other. And she wouldn’t have to walk away from both of them. Nor would they send her away.

“Spence is the numbers man.” Levi’s mouth trailed back down her neck and landed on the top of her back, right where she’d tied the halter neck of her dress. Something scraped her skin…his teeth maybe, and then the silky material slackened around her shoulders. The dress caught on her breasts, keeping her covered for another second or two before Levi gave a gentle tug. The top pooled at her waist, leaving her facing Spencer naked from her hips up. “If Spencer says three, then it’s gotta be three of us.”

Shivers raced over her spine. “Spencer knows the last thing I understand is numbers. So if he says three, I guess…I guess it has to be the three of us.” Heat flooded her face, but she couldn’t move. She didn’t want to move. Hell, she could hardly breathe.

“Excellent.” Spencer pinned his gaze to her chest, his pupils dilating.

Levi let out a soft moan behind her, and Chelsea’s nipples beaded into aching points.

Levi slid has hands around her and covered both breasts.

Her breath left her lungs in a whoosh.

“Show me, Lev,” Spencer said.

She watched him watching Levi holding her and felt a rush of emotion so intense she almost cried out. These two men, these two wonderful, gorgeous, sexy, generous men were willing to share. They wanted to share.

Without a doubt, she was the luckiest woman in the universe.

Levi adjusted his hold, cupping her breasts so her nipples peaked out over his fingers. His mouth was now on the side of her neck, nibbling.

“Yeah.” Spencer nodded in approval. “Like that. Now brush your thumbs over those rosy-red nipples.”

A soft groan left her throat when Levi obliged. She had no idea what turned her on more. Levi’s touch or Spencer’s gaze.

“So fucking hot,” Spencer murmured and popped the third button on his shirt.

Her muscles gave in and she collapsed against Levi, grateful for his strength and the broad, hard chest that cushioned her fall. Her head dropped to his shoulder and his enticing scent enveloped her—salt, sea and sun cream making her pussy fill with moist warmth.

“Feel good, Chels?” Levi whispered against her neck.

“So good.”

“Imagine how good it’ll feel when you kiss him. My hands on your tits and his lips on your mouth.”

Chelsea swallowed convulsively. She could grow addicted to Spencer’s kisses. Levi’s too.

“And that’s just to begin with.” Levi sucked the flesh of her neck.

Her breasts swelled in his hands.

He shifted in closer and his erection pressed against her lower back. “Kiss Spencer, Chels. Give him your tongue. While I watch. And feel.” His thumbs had not ceased their sensual journey. They still brushed over her nipples, making Chelsea want to scream and laugh and cry all at the same time.