Tyler, Lynn - Be With Us (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (3 page)

Winter sucked. Lindsay stomped the snow off her boots and scowled at the puddles of water spreading on her cheap linoleum floor. Why, oh why couldn’t Toronto be located in Jamaica? And why had she taken the subway to work again? She had a perfectly good car.

She placed the flowers carefully on her kitchen table before blowing on her frozen hands. She had stupidly left her gloves at home this morning. In her defense, the temperature had dropped significantly since she had left this morning. Ah…winter in Canada.

Lindsay shuffled into the bathroom and began filling the tub, entertaining herself by imagining a beach, margaritas, and cabana boys. Soaking in a hot bath was the only way she could get warm on winter days like this. Being between two big, warm men in an even bigger bed would be even better.

Plucking the card out of her purse, she gazed at the number. Did she dare?

Uncorking a bottle of wine, Lindsay carried it into the bathroom along with a glass, the card, and a cordless phone. She eased her body into the hot, oiled water and poured herself a glass of Chardonnay. Swallowing a mouthful of the wine, she gathered her courage around herself like a blanket and dialed their number.

“Hello?”

A bolt of sensation shot through her and settled between her legs. That voice was like rough velvet scraping along her spine. If this was how it affected her over the phone, imagine what it would do to her as he made love to her.

“Hello?” he said again.

Lindsay snapped out of her reverie. “Hi. It’s Lindsay,” she said softly.

“Hello, Lindsay. This is Liam,” he purred.

Of course it was Liam. The French accent had given him away. Her nipples tightened and stood out like pencil erasers. She tweaked one of her nipples, pulling on it just a little. Suddenly, she was so turned on she wasn’t sure how she was going to make it through this phone call without needing to make herself come. Maybe she had a French fetish.

“Lindsay? Are you still there,
chérie
?” Liam questioned.

“Yes,” she breathed. Did that breathy, sexy voice really come out of her? Oh, god, now she was the one who sounded like a phone sex operator. “I just wanted to thank you and Nick for the flowers. They are beautiful.”

“You are very welcome,” he replied. Lindsay could practically hear the smile in Liam’s voice. “Did you get the card, too?”

“I did,” she confirmed throatily, still channeling her inner phone sex operator. She waited with nervous anticipation for Liam’s next words. Would he understand?

“I guess you know that you’ve agreed to have dinner with us then,” he said. Lindsay’s mouth quirked, and she released a breath she didn’t even know she was holding.

A scuffle sounded in the background. “Lee, you have no filter between your brain and your mouth, you know that?” Nick said impatiently. “Give me the phone!”

“No,” Liam replied petulantly. “Stop being a dumb ass.”

Lindsay stifled a giggle at their antics and took another sip of wine. She could just see the two of them wrestling for the phone. Now, get them naked and covered in oil and she’d be set! Suddenly Nick’s voice came on the line. “I’m sorry, Lindsay. I’m going to have to get a muzzle for Liam.”

“Shut up, you cheater. And I don’t care what you say. Putting it on speakerphone is cheating,” Liam complained, although the amusement and affection in his voice gave him away.

Not even bothering to try and hold back, Lindsay tipped her head back and laughed out loud, delighted with the both of them. Funny, playful, obviously affectionate
and
hot! Thank goodness she had swallowed her fear and called them.

“We would really like to make dinner for you,” Nick said seriously, his tone softening. “What do you say?”

Lindsay refilled her wine glass, surprised to find the glass three-quarters empty. “I’ll come,” she said.

“Oh,
chérie
,” Liam groaned. “The thought of you coming makes me so hard.”

All the blood in her body rushed to her clit and forced it out from under its hood. Her pussy throbbed with desire, and she had to restrain herself from sliding her hand down her belly and stroking herself. She shifted restlessly, causing the water to splash softly on the sides of the tub.

“Lindsay,” Nick crooned. “Baby, do I hear water?”

“I’m in the bath,” she whispered in what she hoped was a sexy way. Oh, this was fun. She had always had a healthy sexual appetite and an extremely active imagination, but no man would have ever classified her as particularly sexy. Cute, fresh, friendly, sure. But certainly not a sex goddess. Talking to these two men was exciting and made her feel desirable without feeling silly.

Liam groaned again and muttered something in French. “Oh, Lindsay. You know Liam’s turned on when he starts speaking French,” Nick murmured.

“Bath tubs turn him on?” Lindsay teased.

Liam chuckled huskily.
“
Chérie
, the
idea
of
you naked
in water, all
wet
and
slippery
,
that
is what gets me hot,” he said, his accent heavy and thick.

She took another swallow of her drink and placed her glass on the edge of the tub. “I was cold,” she said. The wine must have made her braver than normal because she continued. “It’s too bad you guys aren’t here. I’m sure that between the two of you, you could figure out a different way to warm me up.”

A breath caught on the other end of the line. She thought she heard the metal grind of a zipper and squirmed. Her clit was pounding for attention, the sucker probably sticking straight out. “Tell me,” Nick whispered, “are there bubbles in your bath?”

Liam swore softly in the background, and fabric rustled rhythmically. She could easily picture his large hand fisting around his cock and stroking himself off. She let her hand wander back to her breast and cupped it in her palm. It was swollen and heavy, the tip aching. “Bath oil,” she answered. “I like the way it makes my skin feel so…slick.”

“Oh, God, I love bath oil,” Nick ground out. “Baby, I’ve got to warn you, you are really turning us on.”

Lindsay’s alcohol-related buzz urged her on. “Why don’t you do something about it?” she challenged.

“
Merde
,” Liam swore.
“
Chérie
,
I’ve been doing something about it for the last five minutes. But tell me, what are you doing about it?”

Lindsay took a deep breath and plunged in. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Baby, you let Liam tell you what to do,” Nick growled. “I’m going to suck him off.”

An image of Nick’s dark head hovering over Liam’s erection was nearly her undoing. A small moan of longing slipped from her throat, and she swallowed thickly. “All right,” she whispered.

“
Chérie
,” Liam panted. “Touch your breasts. How do they feel?”

She nearly dropped the headset at his command. “Oh,” she whimpered into the phone, “let me put it on speakerphone so I don’t drop it.” She pressed the button, and the room was immediately filled with Nick’s slurping sounds. “Now, tell me how those beautiful breasts feel.

She cupped her breasts, palming the suddenly heavy weight. “Swollen,” she sighed, “sensitive.”

Liam growled aggressively. “Take your right hand and use your first finger and your thumb to pinch your nipple,” he commanded on a hiss. “Imagine that it’s my mouth tugging on you.”

She did as she was told, tugging and rolling her tight nipple. “Okay.” She couldn’t hold back the small whimper of pleasure rising in her throat.

“
Mon dieu
,
chérie
, I’m not going to last,” Liam admitted on a strangled moan. “Take your other hand and slide it down your stomach. I want you to touch your clit. I bet it’s a pretty pink, isn’t it?”

Oh, it was pink all right. It was also swollen and throbbing from his words alone. She did as he asked, slipping her fingers through her curls and into her folds. The light touch of her finger intensified her need, but she usually masturbated with her right hand, which she told them.

“Switch hands,” Liam ordered. “Tell me what you’re doing.”

Lindsay gasped as she stroked the hidden bundle of nerves but she was determined she wasn’t going to be the only one following orders. “Tell me what Nick is doing to you,” she countered. “Tell me…are you sitting down with him kneeling between your legs?”

“We’re lying down on our bed,” Liam replied roughly. “Nick is deep-throating me.”

“Nick, suck only on his head,” she commanded hotly. God, what she wouldn’t give to see Liam’s hard dick sink into Nick’s willing mouth.

She flicked her finger over her straining clit and sank two fingers into her clenching pussy. “I’m close,” she panted, amazed at the speed at which she’d managed to get worked up. Little zaps of sensation were firing along her body, from the base of her spine to her neck and back again. It was like she was one giant nerve, conditioned to respond only to orders from these men.

A slurping sound ripped through the air, and Nick’s voice came back on the line. “Baby, turn the water on.” When she complied, adjusting the temperature to one she liked, Nick spoke again. “Position yourself so that the stream hits your pussy. Then part your lips with your fingers and let it flow directly against your clit.” The sound of Nick going back down on Liam came over the line.

Lindsay did as she was told, automatically obeying Nick’s commanding tone. She parted her labia with her right hand, fully exposing her clit to the rush of water. A gasp jammed in her throat at the feeling and she slid two fingers on her right hand into her sheath. She had never felt anything like this before, and she immediately rushed head-on toward climax.

As if reading her mind, Liam groaned. “Let yourself go. But you need to tell me when you come.”

Her back arched and knees locked as her fingers sped up. Her eyes closed, and she knew it wouldn’t be long. An explosion detonated, her muscles clenched around her fingers and her swollen clit flexed furiously against the onslaught of rushing water. Instantly, her entire world was reduced to the sensations between her legs. “I’m coming,” she breathed softly, barely able to force the words past her lips. “Oh, I’m coming so hard.”

* * * *

The quiet, breathy sounds of Lindsay’s orgasm urged Liam on as Nick fluttered his tongue against the small knot of nerves at the base of his head. Tumbling over the edge, he spurted into Nick’s willing mouth as he hummed in approval.

Mon dieu
, what an experience. His lungs heaved with his struggle to suck in enough oxygen, and he met Nick’s eyes as they listened to Lindsay gasp for breath.

Nick fisted himself and drew his hand down his rigid cock, a tiny drop of pre-cum glistening at the red tip. He ran his thumb through the fluid and smoothed it across the mushroom shaped head, groaning softly as he began to jack his shaft slowly. The glint in Nick’s eyes told Liam he’d better get his ass ready. “Lindsay,” he said urgently before Nick could mount him and he totally lost his mind, “we’ll pick you up at five tomorrow night if you tell us where to meet you.”

He rooted around in the drawer and extracted a bottle of Astroglide. Lubing up two of his fingers, Liam listened for Lindsay’s answer even as he lowered his hand to prepare himself for the fuck of a lifetime. Or the week, anyway. The fuck of a lifetime would be when Lindsay finally joined them in bed for the first time.

“Actually, I work until eight. I’d rather drive myself, if you don’t mind,” Lindsay said softly, almost apologetically, dragging Liam’s attention from the cock about to enter his ass and back to the matter at hand.