Indecent Encounters (20 page)

“I need him to shift, but I don't think he's aware enough,” Caleb replied, crouching down to stroke Tate's fur. “Any ideas?”

* * * *

Lara watched Caleb's strong fingers move over Tate, gentle and soothing. The movement was tantalizing, reminding her of being stroked the same way by him, as if she was unbearably precious. She swallowed the lump in her throat, but the image wouldn't go away. And her earlier flash-fantasy of Caleb and Tate together came pounding hard on its heels. Arousal hit her sharply, beading her nipples and stirring a hot ache between her thighs. No way Caleb wouldn't smell it, never mind Tate. Her cheeks flushed.

But—hey, if she was going to be turned on, maybe they could use that? Strong emotion often triggered uncontrolled shifts. Heart pounding wildly at the audacity of what she was about to try, Lara rested her hand on Caleb's thigh, digging her nails in to get his attention. “Caleb,” she breathed. “I've got one idea.”

He looked at her, surprise on his face. “Lara...”

She smiled, hoping she didn't look as nervous as she felt. “Is Tate the jealous type?” she asked, flexing her fingers. Caleb let out a ragged sigh.

“Lara, this isn't—“

She moved in front of him, sliding her hand down his torso until she cupped his balls. Another ragged sigh. Lara licked her lips and kissed his throat, nipping lightly. The smell of male arousal mingled with her own musk. She kept her eyes on Tate as she teased Caleb, raking her nails over his balls and rubbing her thumb across that soft, sensitive stretch of flesh beneath, just the way he loved. If Tate was the jealous type, she could be making a major mistake here, one she'd never recover from.

But Tate didn't look angry or jealous as the dull glaze faded from his eyes. He looked…curious.

Caleb groaned as she encircled his hardening cock. He pulled her hard against him, crushing her breasts to him with just the right balance of pleasure-pain. She whimpered as he dug his fingers into her hips, silently urging her on.

She worked her hand slowly up and down his shaft, her other hand making lazy trails up and down his chest. It had been so long since she'd been with anyone. The slightest contact burned like wildfire, and this was
Caleb
, the only man she'd ever loved. Breathless with desire, wound tight with need, it was impossible to pretend she did this only to force Tate into a shift. She was doing this all for her own selfish pleasure and she wasn't going to stop. And if Caleb's reaction to her touch was anything to go by, he didn't want her to.

On the bed, Tate raised his head and chirped at Caleb. Caleb raised his head, a little growl escaping his lips. “You know the rules. You want in, you shift,” he said in a voice thick and throaty with desire.

The words caught Lara off-guard; they implied so much with so little. Just the inflection Caleb gave him hinted at so much history, past threesomes, maybe. Her heart skipped. Did Caleb think... Would she even...?

Her stomach filled with butterflies as she realized she would. Dammit, she was so starved for skin contact, and so in love with Caleb, that she would. She'd take both men. Excitement raced through her. She'd take them both and savor the thrill of it.

Tate shook his head and pushed himself up, his wounded back leg clearly hampering him. Lara's hand faltered for a second, worried he'd hurt himself worse, but then Caleb's hand closed over hers. “Finish what you started,” he growled softly.

She held him tighter, pumped him faster, and Tate slunk off the bed to the floor, watching with now-clear, sharp eyes. Caleb growled again, his head rolling back in sheer pleasure as Lara stroked Tate's head with her free hand. He purred, closing his eyes and his honey-colored fur rippled as he began to shift.

It was beautiful to watch, a slow revelation as the mountain lion rolled away to reveal the young man within. Tousled hair, chiseled face, long lean limbs. Lara inhaled sharply, fingers now tangled in his sun-kissed hair. Tate looked up at her through dark lashes, heat in his eyes.

She dropped her hand and gazed down at his leg. Instead of a blood-crusted, oozing wound, there was now a thick, ugly scar, fresh and pink but clean. She released a sigh of relief, relaxing her hold on Caleb.

“No,” Tate said. His voice was low and rough, matching the heat in his eyes. “Keep going.”

It was an order, not a request, and it took Lara by surprise. She'd assumed, given his apparent youth, he wouldn't be an alpha. Obviously she'd assumed wrong, because her inner lioness was roused by the command in his voice, rearing up inside her and filling her with the animal lust she'd thought only Caleb could inspire in her.

Wordlessly, she continued working Caleb's erection, increasing the pressure and reaching for Tate again. He caught her hand, sliding his fingers up her bare arm with the lightest touch, sending a shiver through her. His stare was intense, filling her head with heady, hedonistic images of what the three of them could do together. And then, without warning, Caleb growled and swung her round to sit in his lap, her back to his chest. He reached down between her legs, driving two fingers inside her with a rough thrust that made her gasp and grip him for support. Tate smiled and pinched her nipple, drawing a moan from her.

Pinned between the two men, Lara was awash with sensation. Caleb fingered her fast, sending pulses of quicksilver pleasure through her, while Tate leaned down to suck at her nipples, a slow, teasing contrast to Caleb's fast-and-hard approach. It was overwhelming. The scent of her own arousal mixed with the salt-and-sweat tang of the two men drove her lioness mad. She wanted them, more of them, all of them. She was amazed at her own hunger.

Tate licked a slow, hot line up her throat, then bit down with a snarl. “Tell us how you want it,” he said roughly, blowing cool breath where he'd bitten her, sending a fresh wave of white hot desire through her.

She couldn't speak for a few seconds. Her skin was burning up, her lioness fighting to get out. Caleb withdrew his fingers from her to graze her aching clitoris with his thumb. “Answer him, Lara,” he whispered, nibbling on the curve of her ear.

She writhed against him, pressing her rear against his throbbing cock. He felt ready to burst, hot and hard. Tate was just as ready, a quick glance confirmed. And Lara's head spun at the thought of them both inside her. Her body tightened, pressure growing inside her. “I want...” She swallowed, trying to keep the quiver from her voice. She met Tate's gaze. His face was inches from hers, his lips ripe for kissing. Behind her, Caleb rubbed her clit again, a little growl of impatience rising from him. “Answer him,” he repeated.

Her entire body was strung like a bow, desperate for more touch, more heat, but as sexy as Tate was, so close to her, so strong and enticing, it was Caleb she wanted inside her. She twisted, throwing her legs around Caleb's waist so she straddled him, and pushed him down to the floor with a quick, sharp shove. He yelped in surprise and she laughed, gripping his wrists to hold him down. A frantic need possessed her as his cock rubbed against her warm entrance, and she shifted her hips so he was poised to enter, just sweet seconds away from penetrating her.

“Come here,” she ordered Tate, reaching back for him. He obligingly moved round to stand before her, his own cock bobbing right at her mouth, right where she wanted him. She took him in her mouth as she lowered herself onto Caleb, blissfully taking both men into her in the same scalding instant.

God, it was amazing. Caleb stretched and filled her, his hands working her hips in a quick, grinding rhythm that sent flashes of fire through her. And Tate tasted like heaven, his hands knotted in her hair, his hips moving as she sucked and toyed with his heavy erection, fondling his balls as she did. Caleb reached one hand up to rake down her back, and she arched her spine, dizzy with delight.

She'd run away from this, a year ago, when Caleb told her what he wanted, needed. She could hardly believe that now, with two powerful men inside her, riding her to greater and greater heights of pleasure. It swirled through her, up from her pussy where Caleb drove himself deeper and deeper, up through her stomach and her tingling nipples to her lips, where Tate's cock muffled the moans and sighs of pleasure rising in her throat.

“God, Lara, god... I'd forgotten...” Caleb growled and twisted her nipples until she cried out, pulling away from Tate briefly. Tate pulled her back, a frantic light in his eyes.

“Don't stop, for god's sake.”

She couldn't have. She was so close, on the edge of a wild orgasm, bucking harder and harder against Caleb, leaning forward to increase the pressure of his cock against her clit. Desperate little whimpers escaped her as she grabbed the base of Tate's shaft, squeezing just enough to make him cry out and close his eyes. All three of them were inching ever closer to release; she could feel it in every pulse and throb of their joined bodies. Caleb was snarling her name, raking his nails down her back, pushing into her faster and faster, while Tate's movements were losing their smooth fluidity, becoming more and more uncontrolled. Lara's stomach fluttered and dipped as the pressure inside her reached boiling point.

The orgasm hit her in a rush, just as Tate came in her mouth with a roar. Seconds later Caleb found his own release, shouting her name, and Lara writhed in mindless, delicious ecstasy as shock waves shook her body. She was on fire, every last inch of her burning with euphoria. Tate sank to his knees, kissing her fiercely, as if he would devour her, and she kissed back, relishing the taste of him.

Caleb lifted her off him, breaking their kiss. Sitting up, he hooked his arm round Tate's waist and pulled him in for a kiss of his own. Lara watched, fresh arousal lighting her up again at the sight of the men kissing with an easy, familiar passion. She was ready for them again, the vision before her every bit as scintillating and tempting as she'd imagined. She cleared her throat, suddenly aware of the dust coating them all. “Why don't we take this somewhere cleaner?” she suggested.

* * * *

The sound of rushing water from the shower barely masked the sounds of Tate and Caleb talking in there together. Lara sat at her kitchen table, sipping black coffee and trying not to think too hard about what they might be talking about.

They'd made it back to her apartment about an hour ago, and by then the adrenaline and lust had faded from Lara, leaving her unsure and a little embarrassed by her wanton behavior. God, she didn't even know Tate. What must he think of her? And Caleb... She'd thrown herself at him shamelessly. How could he possibly respect her after that?

She flushed, staring into her coffee. The sweet ache between her thighs was a pointed reminder that Caleb had been just as willing as her, and the love bite at her throat a reminder that Tate hadn't minded either. But still... What now? Caleb and Tate were a couple, clearly very happy together, and she was a third wheel, a convenient little extra.

But the sex had been so good, so unexpected and thrilling. She'd relished having them both, yearned to repeat the experience over and over in different positions. Tate on top, Caleb in her mouth, maybe the two men fucking while she watched and pleasured herself. Oh yes. She closed her eyes to block out the onslaught of images, but that only made them more vivid, painted across her mind's eye in an erotic flush.

Oh, it was pointless to daydream. They'd be back off to Mace Creek soon enough and she'd be alone again, wanting and yearning and unfulfilled. Maybe she could visit the Smoke Shop, see if there were any willing partners there to help her keep the fantasy going.

But she was sure it wouldn't be anything close to her experience with Caleb and Tate.

* * * *

“You still love her, don't you?” Tate asked Caleb as they stepped out of Lara's small shower.

Caleb frowned at him, reaching for the towel draped over the radiator. “What are you talking about?”

“Come on.” Tate took the towel from him, wound it round Caleb's shoulders and began drying his mate off. “I'm a big boy, I can take it.”

“You don't have to tell me that.” Caleb ran his fingers down Tate's cheek, loving the feel of his rough stubble. “I know exactly what you can take.”

Tate grinned and flicked him with the corner of the towel. “Don't change the subject. You're still in love with Lara, aren't you?”

Caleb didn't answer for a second. The answer was yes, of course, and of course Tate already knew that. The real question was, what did it mean? Lara had walked away from Caleb because she couldn't handle his bisexuality. One earth-shaking fuck under the most insane circumstances didn't suddenly fix that, did it?

“She wouldn't want to be part of a ménage,” he said finally. “It's just not her scene.”

“Are you kidding? Looked like her scene back at the cabin. I've never seen a woman so hot for it. And that body... She's luscious. It was like she came alive right then, you know?” Tate gripped Caleb's shoulder, his intense gaze forcing Caleb to look at him. “If you love her, ask her to come home.”

Caleb shook his head. “And what would than mean for us, man?”

Tate cupped his cheek and kissed him softly. “I love you. You know that. You've told me over and over you need a man and woman to be complete. We've had how many threesomes in the past year? Dozens? And how many of those women had you yelling their name as you came? Zero. If you love her—and you do—then we need to hold onto her.”

“But could you love her?” Caleb countered. “Could you be happy with her permanently in our lives? In our bed?”

Tate smiled wickedly. “I could put up with her, I guess.”

It was tempting. More than tempting. Caleb pictured Lara in the throes of her orgasm, eyes on fire, body glowing. He remembered how right she'd felt, how good it had been to plunge into her once more, like…like coming home. Of course he still loved her. Of course he wanted her again. Wanted to see her sucking off Tate again, wanted her lips around his own cock. Wanted to take her in every position he and Tate could think of—and they had plenty in their repertoire.