“Gonna fuck you,” Tyler muttered, one hand going to Nick’s forehead and pulling his head back. “While Kaelin sucks you.” A long groan tore from Nick’s throat as Tyler released him then pushed him forward. Nick braced his hands on the headboard above Kaelin’s head and bent forward as much as he could. She had to adjust a little, squirmed a little lower, shoved pillows behind her. Heat flowed through her veins, anticipation sizzling through her at what was about to happen. Tyler crowded up behind Nick, on his knees, slid an arm around his waist. Nick’s eyes were closed. Kaelin paused in what she was doing to catch her breath, to wait for it…she couldn’t see but knew Tyler had his cock in his hand and was pressing against Nick’s ass. She kept stroking Nick, though with her hand.
“Yeah,” Nick said. Perspiration shone on his chest and shoulders, every big muscle in his arms hard and defined as he tensed up, gritted his teeth. “Oh yeah.”
She found his balls with her other hand, cupped them gently, rolled them against her palm, and then curiously, daringly, she slid her fingers farther back over hot damp skin stretched taut until she bumped against Tyler’s cock buried in Nick’s ass. And then she reached farther still and stroked over Tyler’s testicles, tight in their sac.
“Kaelin.” Tyler bent over Nick’s back, now both arms around him, rubbing his chest and abs. “Christ, Kaelin.”
She smiled, licked her lips and resumed sucking hungrily on Nick, fingers playing delicately over male flesh, fingernails scraping. Tyler’s rhythm picked up pace, pushing Nick’s cock deeper and deeper into her throat, too deep, and she had to pull off with a gasp.
“Sorry,” he grunted. “Sorry, sweet baby.”
“Fuck me, Tyler,” Nick groaned. “Harder. Oh god, both of you like that…unbelievable.”
This time Kaelin lifted Nick’s cock and used her tongue to explore his balls, and Tyler’s too, drawing curses from the two men as Tyler fucked Nick, faster and harder.
“Gonna come,” Nick gasped. “Kaelin…”
She’d wanted him to come in her mouth, but his orgasm exploded so fast, he came on her shoulder instead. She shifted back, held his cock, stroked it as he came, more spurts landing now on her breasts. Oh lord, that was hot, so damn hot, she was going to burst into flames.
Tyler rose up straighter, pulling Nick with him, one hand on his chest, the other on his forehead, and Nick twisted to kiss him as they went still, low sounds of pleasure rumbling in Tyler’s throat as he came too. She cupped Tyler’s balls and felt them pulse in her hand and he tore his mouth away from Nick’s to give a wordless shout.
“Fuck,” Nick gasped. “Holy fuck.”
Kaelin stroked his hips, the strong square bones, the soft skin beside his groin, his hair-roughened thighs, then slipped her hands around him to caress Tyler’s ass, the muscles there rock hard. She pressed her cheek to Nick’s thigh and hugged them both.
Oh lord. Oh lord. Eyes closed, breathing in the scent of semen and sweaty male skin, Kaelin’s mind tumbled. This was more than she’d ever fantasized about, hotter and more wicked than her imaginings, but on top of that it was deeply, emotionally moving. She couldn’t analyze why, not just then, her head spinning, her brain short-circuiting. Maybe sometime she’d think about it. Or maybe not. Maybe it was better not to.
She took a deep breath and released them from her embrace, fell back onto the mattress. “Oh my god,” she said.
She looked up at them, Tyler’s arms sleek with muscles and golden hair still around Nick’s torso, his big muscular body. Nick’s head was back on Tyler’s shoulder, their eyes were closed, and then they opened their eyes and looked down at her. She gazed helplessly back at them, struck speechless by the beauty of their bodies and their feelings for each other.
“Kaelin.” Tyler and Nick separated and fell to the bed on either side of her. “That was unbelievable.”
She gave them a shaky smile and a nod. They’d done this before, though, probably lots of times, with women hotter and more sexually experienced than she. And she had to wonder, why did they even need a woman? They obviously loved being together. For some reason, that thought made her eyes sting and her throat go tight.
But why? It wasn’t as if she was ever going to see them again after this weekend. They never came back to Mapleglen and Tyler apparently had no intention of trying to patch things up with his parents. Probably the next time she’d see him would be at a funeral, in about twenty or thirty years.
“Kaelin.” Tyler repeated her name again, his arm across her breasts, his hand on her cheek. “We’ve never done anything like that before.”
She turned to him wide-eyed. “What?”
He met her gaze steadily. “We’ve had threesomes before,” he said, his voice low and husky. “But no girl has ever done that for us…touched us both…let us do that.”
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She blinked. Then finally she said, “Really?”
Nick moved on her other side, stroking her shoulder and arm. “Really.”
“Oh.”
Wow. Once again, she wasn’t sure what it all meant. And then, as they lay there quietly, the overload of sensation and emotion took over and she fell asleep.
Tyler stretched in bed, a warm body next to him. A soft, warm body. Nice. He reached for it, pulled her closer. Mmm. Kaelin. Her butt fit perfectly in his groin, and his hand found a soft breast, tipped with a velvety nipple. Really nice. He nuzzled into her hair, smelling sweetly of honeysuckle and apples, and prepared to drift back to sleep in that position.
She wriggled her ass enticingly and his morning erection stirred. He smiled against her hair. God, could they really go another round? She was pretty amazing.
“Oh my god!” Her voice split the silence in the dark hotel room and she bolted out of his arms. Adrenaline flashed through his veins and he sat up.
“What? What’s wrong?”
Nick sat up too on the other side of the bed, rubbing his eyes and squinting.
“It’s almost noon!” Kaelin stood beside the bed, staring at the hotel alarm clock. Yep, those red numbers spelled out 11:52.
Oh Jesus. The wedding.
Tyler scrubbed a hand over his face. “Don’t panic,” he said. “The wedding’s not until four.”
“I know, but I have things to do! I have to pick up flowers, decorate the banquet room, the church, put out the favors. I have to get ready…omigod, omigod, omigod.”
She frantically searched the room for her clothes, finding her dress, her bra. She struggled into the little black dress, now wrinkled as hell, then picked up her bra and stared at it. She stuffed it into her purse.
“I can’t find my underwear,” she muttered, turning in a circle. Twice. Tyler hauled himself out of bed and caught her as she turned her back to him, then drew her zipper up, resisting the urge to drag his tongue up her bare back. “Oh, never mind. Omigod.”
Bright sunlight glared around the edges of the heavy drapes over the hotel window. Shit. They did a good job of blocking the light and they’d all slept like they’d died, right through the morning. “What do you need us to do?” he asked, handing Kaelin her sandals. She grabbed them.
“Nothing. I don’t know. Omigod.” She tried to get the strappy high-heeled sandals on, stumbling and almost falling. Tyler let her use him to balance on while she slipped them on.
“Yes there is. We’ll do whatever.” He glanced at Nick who nodded and threw back the covers. “Where are you going first?”
“First?” She gazed blankly at him. “First I’m going home. I can’t go around like this! In the same clothes I wore last night! What will people think?” She closed her eyes. Her hair hung in long tangles down her back and her mascara was smudged under her eyes in a way Tyler thought was damn sexy, but yeah, she probably didn’t want to be running around town like that.