An Indecent Proposition (20 page)

Yes. It’s what she’d wanted since Christmas Eve morning when she’d woken in her bed alone. She’d wanted to be back here with them.

She ramped up her own technique now, using her vaginal muscles to clamp around Keegan’s cock and sucking hard on Erik’s.

It became a delicate game, but she wasn’t sure what the prize was because they were all going to be satisfied when they finally collapsed.

And that moment was coming faster than any of them had anticipated.

She heard the hitch in Keegan’s breathing and felt his increasingly unsteady rhythm as he thrust into her. Erik wasn’t far behind, though he was more careful not to be rough. Which meant he still had a slim grasp on his control.

And that was unacceptable.

She started in on him with abandon, chasing his orgasm as hard as she did her own. Her body cranked closer with Keegan’s every thrust and she let her mouth work Erik harder, drawing harder on his cock, sucking him deeper.

Erik’s fingers tightened in her hair and he thrust hard, his cock stretching her mouth until it tingled and burned.

Humming around his length, she slid back to the tip and sucked in a deep breath as Keegan released her hand so he could put both of his on her hips. Then he took control and started to pound into her. The change in rhythm made the base of his cock hit her clit at a different angle and she started to come.

She sucked in a breath and exhaled on a moan, which made Erik groan in concert with Keegan.

As Keegan’s cock began to pump his cum into her pussy, Erik’s twitched then he began to spill into her mouth.

Both men groaned, holding deep, clutching at her as if she might try to get away.

She could barely think, much less consider getting away. Sensation washed over her, finally taking her under, and she let her men hold her up.

Chapter 2

Erik’s thigh muscles quivered as Jules tilted back her head, letting his cock slide from her mouth.

Sinking into the corner of the sofa before his legs betrayed him and dumped his ass on the floor, he watched as she sank against Keegan, his friend’s arms curving around her back to hold her against his chest.

Holy shit. They were gonna kill themselves if they kept this up. But what a way to go.

He met Keegan’s gaze, still glazed with lust. And no lingering trace of guilt.

Good.

Yeah… Now what?

Julianne sighed, drawing his attention down to where she rested her head against Keegan’s shoulder, eyes closed and hair mussed from his fingers.

Beautiful.

“Time for bed. Everybody upstairs.”

He looked at Keegan, ready to shoot down any argument he planned. But Keegan shocked the hell out of him when he nodded.

His bed was big enough for the three of them. They’d already proven that. But tomorrow—well, later today, actually—he was going out and buying an even bigger bed. He’d get rid of a few pieces of furniture if he needed to. Hell, he’d take down a damn wall.

“Need to text my mom, tell her I won’t be home.”

Jules’ voice sounded sleepy but peaceful and her mouth held a slight smile.

“I’ll find your purse. Keegan, take her upstairs.”

Without a word, Keegan rose from the sofa, settling Jules more securely in his arms. Her arms encircled Keegan’s shoulders and her cheek rested against his chest but her eyes were on him.

“Bossy.”

That one word held a hint of amusement that was reflected in her eyes. But it didn’t manage to totally wipe away the worry he could still see there.

Tomorrow morning, they’d have time to talk.

“That’s why they pay me the big bucks.”

Keegan huffed. “Well, you’re not my damn boss and we get paid the same.”

“True. So just go the fuck upstairs, okay?”

Jules’ mouth curved even more as Keegan curled his fingers around Jules’ arm until only the middle one remained straight.

Then Keegan headed toward the door to the hall. “Bring me a bottle of water.”

“Sure.”

“And a bottle of Tylenol.”

“I live to serve.”

“Fuck you,” Keegan threw over his shoulder as he disappeared into the hall.

Erik didn’t let himself stop to think. He headed toward the hall where he knew Jules had dropped her purse.

Grabbing it, he steered back toward the kitchen, where he grabbed three water bottles then he practically ran up the steps, taking them two at a time.

He forced himself not to run down the hall to his bedroom.

But when he walked through the doorway, he had to catch back a groan.

Jules lay in the center of the bed, eyes closed, dark hair spread all over a pillow. Keegan lay next to her, his eyes closed, as well.

Good, they could all use some rest. Apparently none of them had been sleeping much since the first night they’d spent together. Setting the bottles on the bedside table as quietly as he could, he headed for the bathroom.

He didn’t realize he was grinning until he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirrored medicine cabinet. Without thought, he ripped open the door because he really hated to look at himself, grabbed the bottle of painkillers, then closed the door, his eyes automatically veering away from the glass.

Coward.

Yeah, he was. And he didn’t want to be anymore.

He forced himself to lift his gaze and look at his reflection.

He didn’t bother with the mostly unscarred side of his face. Sometimes that made him just as crazy as looking at his scars.

Now, he focused on the right side. On the worst of the damage. Forced himself to really look.

And it was bad. No way around it. You could see where the grafts had been done, where the skin was different. Ruined. That side of his mouth also had damage that made it look misshapen. Deformed. Although…it wasn’t as bad as it’d been before. Or as bad as he thought it’d been before.

The color was off in places, and the texture was rough, but…

No. No sugar-coating. It was still pretty damn awful. After all the operations, he’d finally come to grips with the scars on his body. Mostly because he could cover those and not think about them.

But his face… That made people gape and stare, their eyes filled with pity. He could deal with stares. But the pity…

How did Jules even manage to look at him much less let him have sex with her?

Because maybe it’s not as bad as you think?

For the first year after the fire, the image staring back at him in a mirror had been a monster, frightening to him and everyone around him. His mom had actually cried. His dad had even shed a few tears. His girlfriend at the time, the woman he’d considered marrying… Probably better not to even think about her.

It’d taken him months to look in a mirror and then several more to chance it again.

Only to be disappointed after the subsequent operations when his image had changed. But not enough. After that fifth surgery, when he’d said no more, he’d had a lingering sense of grief that he’d battled with anger.

And by throwing himself into work and hunting for the person who’d caused the explosion.

“Jesus, Erik, what the fuck are you doing? I thought you were bringing me the damn Tylenol?”

Erik’s gaze shifted from his face in the mirror to Keegan, standing in the doorway behind him.

Turning, Erik tossed the pill bottle at Keegan, who caught it with one hand, grimacing like it hurt.

“Headache start already?”

Keegan nodded, spilling out three pills, then dry-swallowing them before walking over to the sink to get some water.

Erik moved out of his way, heading for the door, but stopped before leaving the room. “Don’t get any smart ideas about going anywhere.” Erik tossed over his shoulder before leaving. “She’ll be pissed and so will I.”

A huge sigh from Keegan, who looked at him in the mirror. “I’m not leaving. But your shitty bed’s lumpy. And short.”

“Don’t worry, I’m getting a new one—a bigger one—tomorrow. Today. Whatever.”

Keegan wanted to say something. Erik saw it in the muscle throbbing in his jaw. He waited, ready to smack down anything Keegan said that would fuck with the decent mood he was in right now.

Only to feel let down when Keegan just shook his head.

“Shut the door on your way out.”

Erik did.

Jules was still asleep when he walked back to the bed. He didn’t let himself overthink his actions as he slid beneath the covers and lay on his back next to her. Curled on her side, he felt each breath against his shoulder. His right shoulder. If he didn’t move and she didn’t move, the first thing she saw in the morning would be his ruined face.

Turning on his side to face her, he let himself stare. The dark smudges under her eyes showed she wasn’t sleeping well.

Join the club, babe.

Which was total bullshit. He didn’t want her to suffer because of him. Them. But she had been. He and Keegan had put those dark circles there.

Or maybe he was being totally self-centered and her fatigue had nothing to do with them.

She sighed, shifting beneath the covers, and he reached for her, his hand curving around her hip.

Her eyes cracked open and she stared at him.

“Closer.”

He smiled at the slightly grumpy tone of her voice. “Are you cold?”

“A little.”

“Then come here.”

She twisted over onto her other side then wiggled her way back into him, ass against his thighs, her back to his chest. With a soft grunt, she pushed her hair back and settled her head on the pillow again. He wondered what she’d do if he twisted that hair around his fist, spread her legs and sank into her. Again.

Christ, he didn’t think he’d ever get tired of her.

Restraining the urge, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her even closer.

The bathroom door opened, spilling light into the room. When the light shut off, he heard Keegan pause before he started walking again.

He waited for Keegan to head toward the door…and nearly pumped his fist in the air when Keegan moved to the other side of the bed and slipped beneath the covers.

It was dark enough that Erik couldn’t see him but he heard his friend sigh.

“Lay still,” Jules demanded in a sleepy voice. “Stop thinking. Go to sleep.”

Good advice.

Erik closed his eyes.

* * *

Keegan’s eyes opened to a room still dark.

Made sense. He typically woke by 6:30 a.m., no matter if he’d gone to bed only an hour before or had been drinking or whatever.

His internal clock was a ruthless son-of-a-bitch he wished he could shoot on mornings like this.

His head ached, despite the painkillers, but the slim arm wrapped around his waist burned. And not in a bad way.

No, it made him want to grab the hand splayed across his stomach and push it down to wrap around his morning erection.

Which throbbed almost as badly as his head.

And if he knew Erik at all, he knew the guy would wake up and want to fuck Jules hard and fast. Together.

At least, he knew that about the old Erik. He’d started to see glimmers of that man again.

He fucking loved that Julianne had brought Erik out of the dark hole he’d fallen into. Erik might not have crawled out completely, but he was a hell of a lot closer to the rim than he’d been a month ago.

And almost all of that had to do with the woman whose soft skin made him want to lick her from head to toe.

Behind him, he heard two separate sets of breathing, deep and even. Probably both still asleep.

Could he get up without waking either of them?

Why the hell do you want to get up?

For the first time in years, probably since before Erik’s accident, he had the urge to indulge himself. To take without feeling like he didn’t deserve…whatever it was he wanted.

And this morning he wanted Jules until his stomach ached and his muscles seized. He wanted to roll over and get inside that tight pussy and let Erik take her ass.

He wanted to do her fast and hard, no holding back. No restraint.