An Indecent Proposition (21 page)

He knew Erik wouldn’t object to being woken. Would Jules?

Find out.

Not giving himself time to talk himself out of it, he shifted around so he lay facing her.

Her eyes remained closed, her breathing deep. Her lips were parted only the slightest bit and he had to bite back a groan as he thought of those lips wrapped around his cock, like she’d taken Erik.

Christ, the things he wanted to do to this woman…

Not now. At least, not all of them.

Could he work his way inside her before she opened her eyes?

Did she sleep deeply enough that he could wake her with an orgasm?

A slight movement behind Jules drew his attention. Keegan eased himself up on one elbow, careful not to jostle her. He looked over her shoulder to find Erik blinking sleep out of his eyes.

It took only seconds and then Erik’s eyes began to gleam, letting Keegan know his friend had read his mind. Or at least correctly interpreted the lust on his face.

His lungs had to work harder as he looked back at Jules. Her long hair partially obscured her face but when he inched closer, the tip of his cock brushing against her mound, her lips parted on a sigh and her hips thrust the tiniest bit forward.

The slight patch of hair on her mound brushed against the underside of his shaft, making him suck in a sharp breath.

“Fuck.”

He hadn’t said it loud but it must’ve been just enough to rouse her.

“Okay.”

He barely heard her but he definitely understood what she was telling him when her hands reached for his hips, stroking down until she petted his thighs.

“Both. Together.”

He had no trouble understanding her this time. Her voice, still rough with sleep, made his cock harden even more.

Grabbing her leg and lifting it onto his thigh, he positioned his cock with one hand and pulled her onto him with the other.

He nearly swallowed his tongue. “God damn, you’re already wet.”

She moaned, eyes still closed. “Good dreams. So hot.”

He forced himself to work into her slowly, to let her feel every inch of his cock in her pussy as he went deep then held, rubbing the base of his cock against her clit when he did.

She moaned again as her head tipped back and Erik’s head bent to rest on her shoulder.

Keegan felt Erik moving behind her, felt her quiver as Erik petted her ass before he rolled over on his other side to grab something from the bedside table.

Shit. Condoms.

Erik tossed one at him, which he caught out of the air. He didn’t want to pull out of her wet heat but he wasn’t going to betray her trust either. He’d gotten a clean bill of health the last time he’d been at the doctor but, until he exchanged that information with Jules, he wasn’t going to let her think he didn’t care about her.

The next time, if she okayed it…no fucking condoms.

He pulled out, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she moaned. He made short work of it but Erik had been faster.

“Oh my god.”

Jules bowed forward, though she couldn’t move much, sandwiched between them as tightly as she was.

Behind her, Erik’s eyes closed as he worked his way into her tight ass, his expression contorting with pleasure just before he leaned forward and pressed his face into the back of her head, nose buried in her hair.

As she gasped, her fingers clenched on Keegan’s hips. Pulling at him. Her lips pressed an open-mouthed kiss against his chest, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin.

If that wasn’t an invitation he didn’t know what was.

As if he’d read Keegan’s mind, Erik stilled, waiting. Keegan didn’t need to be told twice. He pressed inside her again and, this time, the fit was almost too tight.

But Jules didn’t complain.

“More.” Her mouth moved over his skin, brushing against the base of his throat. He tilted his head back, wanting her to do it again as he thrust. When she did, he rewarded her by seating himself deep enough to press against her clit.

Reaching for him with one hand and reaching behind her with the other for Erik, Jules moved just enough to set the pace.

Slow. Steady. Maddeningly steady.

Lust built at the lazy slide of skin against skin. The stiffened points of her nipples dug into his chest, a sharp contrast to the softness of her stomach against his. Her mouth continued to press increasingly fevered kisses to his chest until he cupped her chin and lifted her mouth to his.

He kissed her hard, hearing her moan low in her chest as their lips melded. His tongue slid into her mouth and played with hers, coaxing her into gliding against his with the same rhythm .

Behind her, he heard Erik’s breathing hitch, felt his hips pick up speed and knew he was close.

Erik thrust deeper as Keegan pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained enclosed in her sheath. Jules moaned and wriggled as much as she was able. The motion appeared to inflame Erik.

“Fuck me, baby. Yes.”

Erik’s raspy growl made Keegan want to pound into her as well, but he held still. He let Erik find his rhythm until he began to groan and pump his release into Jules.

Erik’s orgasm must have triggered hers because he felt the strong convulsions of her pussy sucking him deeper.

His cock twitched, the tug in his balls letting him know he wasn’t going to last long. He held out long enough for Erik to pull free and flop onto his back.

Then Keegan released the reins. He let his hips swing hard and fast, pulling her down onto his cock to increase the contact, to fill her even more.

She cried out, her arms winding around his neck to hold on as he pounded into her. He didn’t hold anything back, his arms crushing her against him, his mouth covering her lips and devouring her.

It took him longer than Erik but that was deliberate. He wanted it to last, to draw it out until he couldn’t see straight and she wouldn’t think to leave the bed.

His arms tightened even more and his mouth demanded her complete acquiescence. This time, damn it, she wasn’t leaving.

His orgasm built until he couldn’t hold it back. It practically kicked him in the ass as his cock jerked hard as he pumped into her.

At least a minute later, he loosened his hand from her hair and eased back enough that she could take a deep breath.

Her contented sigh made him want to pump his fist in the air and, behind her, he heard Erik release a short, amused laugh.

“And good morning to you, too.”

Her lips tilted into a smile as she spoke, and finally she cracked her eyes open.

Keegan let himself stare into that dark gaze, his own mouth curved in amusement.

“Sleep okay?” he asked.

Her smile broadened. “For as long as I was allowed to sleep, yeah.”

“Blame Keegan.” Erik rolled onto his side again, his arms wrapping around Jules to fit her into his body. “He’s the ass who can’t sleep beyond the crack of dawn. Hell, even in college he was up before the fucking chickens.”

“Roosters.” Jules yawned, her eyes squeezing shut as one hand entwined with Erik’s. Her other curved over Keegan’s shoulder.

He fucking loved the way she didn’t make either of them feel left out. And that it seemed instinctual on her part.

He just realized he had no idea if she’d ever been in a three-way relationship before. Not that it mattered, but she seemed to be handling it…them…well.

Then again, so far, they’d only had sex. There was no relationship.

“Fuck. Keegan’s starting to think. I swear I can hear his gears creaking.” Erik leaned up on one elbow behind Jules. “And that’s not a good thing this early.”

Keegan gave Erik the finger instinctively but Jules grabbed his hand and brought that finger to her mouth, sucking on the tip and forcing a groan out of him.

When she released him, his brain was blank and she wore a pout.

“I’m hungry. One of you two had better be able to make something more than cereal. I need food.”

Erik’s eyes were already closed. “That’s his job. Pancakes, dude. The lady’s hungry. And so am I.”

Keegan was used to Erik’s demands. And it was his own damn fault that Erik thought he could get away with it because Keegan actually liked to cook. It was like working in the lab except he was using pots and pans instead of robots and computers.

So, though he wanted to stay in bed, he knew Erik wasn’t going to feed her. And if they wanted to keep her in bed all day, the least they could do was feed her.

Leaning forward, he kissed her, gratified that her lips clung when he pulled back after a few seconds. “I’ll be back. Don’t go anywhere.”

“Don’t plan to.” She yawned again. “Don’t be gone long.”

“Yes, your highness.”

Her eyes closed but he saw her nose wrinkle before she smiled. “Damn right.”

He rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom then raided Erik’s walk-in closet for sweats.

The bedroom was warm but he knew the rest of the house would be ball-shriveling cold. Erik’s idea of a comfortable temperature was miles apart from his.

Before he left the room, he turned to find them asleep again. Erik had Jules’ head tucked beneath his chin, the rest of them covered by the bedding.

He closed the door behind him as he stepped into the hall.

* * *

Jules had fallen back to sleep but Erik didn’t let himself.

He’d gotten good at forcing his body to shut down no matter what was going on. It’d become a safety mechanism, taught to him by a former SEAL who’d been a therapist at the rehab hospital where he’d spent the better part of two years.

Jimmy Cochran had lost an eye and a foot in Afghanistan and was one tough bastard who hadn’t let him slide. Along with Keegan, who’d kept Erik involved with the business in every way possible during those early, blurry months of recovery, operations and rehab, Jimmy was the second person Erik felt he owed his life.

Neither Jimmy nor Keegan had let him wallow in his misery too long. They’d poked, they’d prodded, they’d pissed him off until he’d finally done as much as he thought he could do. And then they pushed him farther.

When had he hit the wall that’d stopped his forward momentum?

Probably when he’d left the rehab hospital that last time six months ago. After he’d said no more operations.

Which was right about the time Keegan had started looking like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders.

And yeah, that was partially his fault. Okay, mostly his fault. He’d returned to work full time but his concentration had been divided.

Before the accident, he’d had two things on his mind: building the business and getting laid. He’d never had a problem with either. He’d been twenty-seven, their firm had gone from decent to holy-shit-we’re-rich and they’d had more money than they knew what to do with.

And the women… God damn. Whoever, whenever, wherever. He’d never had a problem getting laid but with the money they were making, women literally slipped their numbers into his pockets anywhere from business events to bars.