“I love you,” he said. Relief cascaded through her, intense and weakening. “Thank you.”
“I love you too,” she whispered, lifting a hand to his stubbled cheek. “So much.” It seemed important to tell him that right then. She wanted to pour it all out of her, how she’d woken up full of shame and guilt and worry, and she was glad he wasn’t angry or hurt about what they’d done.
And how screwed up was that?
She tried to make herself think about how both of them should be feeling—ashamed, mortified, deviant even. Why weren’t they feeling that way? Because they were deviant?
She had a hard time accepting that. She didn’t feel deviant. Even though her boyfriend had shared her with another man, it felt as if he’d given her something. A gift. Something so special and rare, she hadn’t even known she’d wanted it.
Four hands on her body. Two mouths on her skin. Her eyes drifted closed as Dag’s hands reached for her from behind and they took her again with lips and tongues and fingers. She wasn’t sure who touched her where until she dragged open her eyes and saw Dag’s darker head at her breast and Chris’s fingers between her legs. They petted her and stroked her and licked her. Heat flashed beneath her skin and shimmered over her whole body.
What had she done to deserve this much pleasure? She wanted to give it all back to them, and for the first time the fact that there were two of them overwhelmed her just a little. If she could have sucked on both of them at the same time, she would have. If she could have fucked them both at the same time, she would have.
And when the thought pierced her orgasmic haze that she could in fact fuck two men at the same time, her stomach cartwheeled and she pressed a hand there. God. Oh god. That was so far beyond anything she’d even fantasized about. The idea alarmed her, embarrassed her, enticed her.
But that wasn’t what Chris and Dag had in mind for her just then. “You want to fuck her, don’t you?” Chris said to Dag.
Dag looked at her. Then looked at Chris. But said nothing.
“Kassidy?” Chris turned to her. Her breath stuttered in her throat and her chest tightened. Like last night, the only question she had was, “Do you want me to?” but this time she didn’t say it. This time she knew.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Dag moved over her, his body big and muscled and hot, his face taut with control, eyes dark. He pressed her into the mattress, one hand coming up to cup her face, and he kissed her, long, deep kisses that reached far inside her. His lips sucked at hers, his tongue licked inside her mouth, found hers. She made a noise in her throat, slid her hands over his satiny shoulders, down his back and up, into his hair. She wanted to touch him everywhere. With a gasp, he lifted his mouth from hers then pressed his open mouth to her jaw, nipped her, licked a path down her throat and sucked on the pulse in the hollow of her throat. She arched against him, his erection insistent against her thigh.
She turned her head on the pillow to find Chris, again watching avidly, his cock in his fist. And while Dag kissed his way down her body, between her breasts, small pulls on each nipple, over her tummy and lower, Chris moved on his knees toward her and fed her his cock. It filled her mouth, thick and hot, and she closed her eyes and floated, mindless, lost in the sensuality of it, nothing but sensation, Chris in her mouth and throat, Dag’s tongue dragging across her flesh, lips sucking at her nipples, fingers sliding inside her and rubbing over her clit, rubbing circles that started a tingling, a buzzing, a tightening.
“Inside me!” she gasped, letting Chris’s cock slide from her lips, her hips moving. She was so close and she wanted the sensation of Dag inside her when she came. She waited agonizing seconds as Dag donned a condom then moved over her. Her knees bent and her hips lifted, her heels dug into the bed and she couldn’t stop the cry that fell from her lips as Dag pushed inside her, so big it hurt. The pain was brief though as her body adjusted to him and grew wetter around him. He filled her exquisitely, intensifying the sparkles swirling inside her, coiling up into a sharp, hard point of pleasure and then bursting.
“Fuck, Kassidy.” The words burst from Dag’s lips and she opened her eyes to look at him, his face tightened into a grimace of pleasure and pain. Her gaze riveted to the compelling sight—his dark hair falling across his forehead, his beautiful mouth parted, eyes flashing. “You’re so fucking tight and hot. When you came…aw, here I go…” And he came inside her in tight, hard jerks of his body, his hands tight on her legs, holding them up, his body a big, dark triangle of muscle between her thighs.
Another ripple of pleasure washed over her, not as intense, more of a warm shimmery glow, and oh god, it was wonderful. Amazing.
Then Chris came too in hot spurts across her breasts. She reached a hand out and laid it on his hard thigh, then with her other hand she reached down and drew her fingers through his semen, rubbed it in slow, languid circles as they collapsed and fought for breath.
Wow. Just…wow.
Chapter Nine
Things got a little weird when they ate breakfast, the three of them in the kitchen, but Chris and Dag kept insulting each other and joking around until they were all laughing and Kassidy had to shake her head. They started talking about last night and the friends Dag hadn’t seen for so long.
“Kevin’s lost half his hair already,” Dag said. “I can’t believe that.”
“Yeah, the poor fucker.”
“Actually, your hairline looks a little higher than the last time I saw you,” Dag said.
“Fuck off, it is not. At least I haven’t packed on the pounds like you have.”
Dag snorted. “As if. You wish you had my svelte physique.”
“Svelte? Ha!”
There wasn’t an ounce of fat on either guy. Chris had always been muscular and he worked out to stay that way. Dag was a couple inches taller, his muscles a little less bulky but no less impressive, his shoulders wide, his hips lean.
“Okay,” Dag finally said, draining his coffee. “I’m off back to the hotel.”
“What’re you up to today?”
“I gotta get some work done. I’ve got more meetings set up for next week.”
“I thought you were done.”
“Nah. After I got this great idea and talked to your most excellent and intelligent girlfriend here, I got on the phone and set up some more. Different people to talk to. I need to get some things ready.”
“Okay. So we’ll talk to you tomorrow maybe.”
“Yeah. Sure.” Dag turned to Kassidy. “If I have questions, can I call you?”
“Of course.”
He was leaving.
Of course he was leaving. They couldn’t have sex twenty-four-seven, and she and Chris had lots to do—new curtains to put up, pictures she wanted hung, and she had her Saturday afternoon yoga class.
When he was gone, she turned to Chris, desperate to talk about it, to reassure herself yet again that he was okay with what had happened, to ask him about what he and Dag had done in the past, and, even though in her head she thought what they’d done was absolutely depraved and kinky, to make sure Chris didn’t think any less of her because of it.
But when she kept asking questions, Chris started to get annoyed. “Yes, I’m sure. I still love you. I’m not mad. I wanted to do it. Can we just drop it for now?”
“But I want to know…you and Dag…you did that before. I want to understand…”
“What’s to understand?” Chris stood on a stepladder in the spare room trying to install the new curtain rod. “Hand me the drill.”
“There’s a lot to understand.” She picked up the power tool and held it up to him. For a moment, the sound of the drill drowned out any further talk. “What we did…that’s not…normal.”