Lawyering Up (3 page)

She rolled her hips, putting his strokes exactly where she needed them. Someone—had to be Rudy—took her wrists from Pete’s shoulders and held them in his strong hand. She could no longer hang on to anything or direct her own movements.

All decisions about what, how and where were taken from her. She didn’t need to think or direct, only feel. Leaning back against Rudy’s strong chest, she relinquished all control. She was a princess and a prisoner, freer than she’d ever been in her bondage.

Pete quivered against her and she could feel him holding back, hanging onto his control by a thread, filling her with his lust. In her mind she saw his expression—his clenched jaw, the corded muscles on his neck, his reddened, sweat-slick skin.

Her body sang with joy. She never knew that completely letting go could be so fulfilling. With her sight extinguished, all other senses sharpened. Pete’s ragged breaths, Rudy’s hungry growls, the earthy male smell of the guys. Someone started rubbing her pussy, overwhelming her with blessed delirium.

So many hands touched her, more than she could keep up with. She’d thought she was spent, but another orgasm was within her reach. The buildup pushed her higher, closer to her peak. A deluge of rhapsody, more than she’d ever thought possible, overtook her as she exploded in wave after wonderful wave of bliss.

Pete’s climax took hold at the same time and he made those primal, primitive sounds she remembered so well. He rocked in unison with her, their bodies convulsing in pleasure.

Lord, she’d never had so many orgasms. Every ounce of energy floated from her body. She leaned back against Rudy’s hot, slick torso, completely drained, more sated than she’d ever dreamed possible.

After Rudy removed her blindfold, the three of them settled in the bed together as if that was the most natural thing to do. With Pete on her left and Rudy on her right, Emmy wondered where they went from here. Despite what they both said about the tryst not destroying their friendship, she wondered if they’d all feel differently when the euphoric afterglow and the alcohol-induced haze faded.

Chapter Five

The pungent aroma of coffee coaxed Emmy awake. Her whole body was sore, but in a good way, as if she’d had the best workout of her life. Which she had. She slid her hand over the mattress, searching for hard, male bodies, but she was alone in the bed.

She sat up just as Pete entered the room wearing only a towel cinched around his waist. His body was still wet from the shower, glistening and smelling of soap.

“Hey, sleepy. Have any good dreams? I sure did.” He sat on the edge of the bed and gave her that adorable crooked smile.

“I don’t think we were dreaming. Last night was…” She reached for an appropriate adjective, but none seemed fitting. What was the superlative of the best, most amazing time ever?

“Yeah, it was.” He threaded his fingers through her hair and reeled her in for a kiss. He tasted minty and inviting.

“Don’t start without me.” Rudy came in carrying a tray loaded down with all sorts of goodies—pancakes, eggs, bacon, cheese grits and English muffins. “Let me go get the coffee. After breakfast maybe we can get back into the hot tub, hmm?” He set his burden on a table near the bed.

Wow. Were they going to extend their date? Had she died and gone to heaven?

Pete got up and headed to the tray. He swiped a slice of bacon and ate it in one bite. “Man, I think I’m going to like this arrangement. Apparently Rudy likes to cook.” He sniffed the food.

Arrangement?

Did that mean they were going to do what they’d done last night again? She pulled the sheet around her and set her feet on the floor. Where had she left her clothes?

Rudy returned with a pot of coffee and three mugs. “Pete, grab the newspaper, would you? I left it on the kitchen counter.”

Emmy scratched her head. “What’s going on here?”

Rudy questioned her with his eyes.

“Is this what you do after a…you know, a threesome?” She accepted a cup of coffee from him.

He laughed as he set the coffee and cups on the table. “We’re not your average threesome, sweetheart. We’re friends. I thought we could spend the day together. Unless you have other plans.”

He slipped off his gym shorts and set them on the dresser. Then he came toward her, all naked male beauty. He sat on the bed and stroked a calloused thumb over her cheek, igniting erotic memories of the night before. “We can read the paper, have a leisurely breakfast, maybe a dip in the hot tub. Then…whatever feels good.” The way he lifted an eyebrow assured her
whatever feels good
meant more of what they’d done last night.

A wave of arousal spread through her along with a shot of renewed confidence. Apparently she wasn’t the only one who had a great time. She shifted closer to him on the bed and kissed him.

He laid her down on the mattress, cupped her breast and slid his granite-hard thigh over her legs. “Maybe we’ll switch the order around and play first, huh? I don’t mind reheated food.”

But before she could answer, Pete shouted a curse from another room, then a giant boom seemed to shake the walls.

Rudy climbed off her and they both raced out of the room and down the hallway. They found Pete on the kitchen floor holding his leg.

“I slipped.” He managed a strained chuckle but his furrowed brow gave away that he’d hurt himself.

Rudy slapped his forehead. “God, I’m so sorry. I spilled coffee on the floor and I was going to come back to wipe it up but…” He stole a glance at Emmy. “I got a little sidetracked.”

She kneeled on the tile floor and looked at Pete’s leg. It was swelling up before their eyes. “I need an icepack,” she told Rudy.

He jumped into action, handing her a zippered bag of ice covered in a dishtowel in less than a minute.

She held the pack in place. Pete winced as he tried to wiggle his foot. “I think we need to go to the ER, guys.”

Pete shook his head. “Nah. I’m sure it’ll be better in a minute.”

But as the time ticked past, his ankle grew to twice its normal size.

“Hospital it is.” Rudy dressed in a hurry then brought Pete a T-shirt and a pair of shorts.

This was not how Emmy had envisioned the day, but after they’d scarfed down a few bites of the delicious breakfast Rudy had prepared, they helped Pete hobble to Rudy’s car and they all headed to the hospital.

* * * * *

The wait in the emergency room seemed endless. When they left with Pete on crutches, the sun was starting to set. Rudy helped him into the front seat of his Jeep. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am, buddy.”

Pete waved away the apology. “Quit saying that. And I don’t want your first-born child. It’s only sprained, not that big a deal. Doctor said a week off work and then I should be able to go back on desk duty for the next month. But I’m a badass so maybe I’ll be healed in half that time.”

They all laughed as Rudy drove out of the parking lot.

An idea popped into Emmy’s head. “My boss keeps telling me if I don’t use my vacation days by the end of the year I’ll lose them. How about I take the week off to play nurse for you?”

Pete shook his head but then he glanced over his shoulder at her. “Would you wear one of those sexy nurse outfits?”

“Hell, I’d take the week off for that too. We can have a stay-cation and reintroduce ourselves. Well, more than we did last night. It’ll be like a reunion. With benefits.” Rudy turned into a drugstore. “I’m going to fill Pete’s prescription for painkillers. Why don’t you check out that lingerie place, Em?” He tipped his chin at a small storefront a few doors down in the shopping plaza.

Her face heated. ”Really?”

Pete and Rudy gave her enthusiastic nods.

“If you find a cave girl getup, I’ll buy. I’ve always had a thing for prehistoric women.” Rudy shoved a credit card into her hand. “Really. Surprise us. We’ll stay home and play hooky and ice Pete’s ankle. I’ve got some vacation time coming and I can’t think of a better reason to use it.”

* * * * *

Two hours later, shopping and errands completed, they’d settled into the living room eating a dinner of salad and Rudy’s homemade empanadas.

“Time for more ice.” Emmy strode into the kitchen carrying her empty plate and fetched the gel icepack the hospital had given them. When she returned to the living room the guys had her new lingerie purchases out of the bag.

“I like this one.” Rudy held up the French maid outfit and waggled his eyebrows.

“I’m the injured party here, counselor. And I want a sexy nurse.” Pete tossed her the white teddy and hat.

She’d tried on both costumes and felt a bit self-conscious in the dressing room, but Pete and Rudy seemed to love her body. Saluting Pete, she tucked the outfit under her arm then headed toward the bathroom to shower and change.

When she put on the nurse getup she glimpsed herself in the mirror. The white bustier pushed her breasts high and the garter belt and white stockings made her legs appear longer and lean. She’d never worn anything like the skimpy outfit but she had to admit, it made her feel sexy and empowered. Hell, what could be a bigger boost to her ego than hanging out with two hot hunks for a week, having loads of hot sex? Her mouth watered as she pondered all the possibilities.

She slipped on what Rudy had described as come-fuck-me black spiked heel pumps that she’d picked up at the lingerie store, then she returned to the living room.

Rudy had cleared away the rest of the dishes and stripped down to his birthday suit and had somehow managed to transform the space from bachelor pad to sex palace. He handed her a glass of wine and whistled at her as she came into the room. “Okay, that’s fucking hot. Way better than a cave woman costume. Now I don’t feel so deprived that they didn’t have my request in stock.”

Pete was on the floor now, naked in the midst of a sea of various types of pillows and cushions that made the area look like a playground for a sultan and his harem. But she was the only woman and had both men at her disposal—her own private male harem.

She sipped her wine as she surveyed the scene. The only light came from a few pillar candles on tables around the perimeter. Good thing. If the room were brighter she’d have been more self-conscious. She recognized the music as Ravel’s
Bolero
.

Pete’s heated stare swept slowly over her from head to toe then fixed on her face. “God, Emmy. Talk about sexual healing. You’re the best medicine I could imagine.”

Her mouth went dry.

Rudy dropped a few condom packets on the coffee table. “You have two patients, nurse.”

She deposited her glass on the coffee table then sat on the floor near Pete. “Two?”

He set a hand on his forehead. “I have a fever. And a new way for you to take my temperature. Orally.” He closed his fingers around his cock, stroked it until it started growing. “And I want a sponge bath.” He tipped his chin at a basin of water she hadn’t noticed before on the table.

“Hey, hey.” Pete feigned indignation as he pointed at his injured ankle. “I’m first. The nurse is going to check my thermometer, right?” He shifted so she could see his rising erection.

She crawled closer to Pete. “Yes, I think you come first in the triage chain.” Skimming a finger over his cock, she smiled when he shut his eyes and let out a pleasured sigh. She got on her knees and gave his erection a teasing swipe of her tongue.

Rudy moved behind her and kissed her lower back, sending a shiver of torrid awareness up her spine. She took hold of the base of Pete’s shaft and leaned in for another lick. His scent was fresh and soapy mixed with a hint of his cologne. She closed her mouth over the head of his cock and felt him quiver. His erection pulsed against her tongue.

Rudy slipped his hand between her legs to cup her mound. God, she’d have never dreamed she’d be in the middle of anything this erotic and hot. Rudy grazed a finger along her slit. The anticipation unglued her. She tried to concentrate on giving Pete head. She took him deeper into her mouth, flicked her tongue over his taut skin.

Rudy grasped her thighs, eased them farther apart. Then he pushed a finger inside her. “You’re very wet, Nurse Emmy. You’re not turned on, are you?”

Sweet, lush sensations overtook her—the taste of Pete’s cock, the expression of pure joy on his face, the feel of Rudy’s finger inside her and his hand on her hip combined with the sound of the music and its building intensity.

Rudy rubbed her just right, matching the rhythm with which she took Pete in and out of her mouth. She moaned as Pete grabbed hold of her hair and gave it a hard tug.

Rudy withdrew his fingers from her and replaced them with his tongue. She bit back a gasp as he drove deeper and continued rubbing her pussy all the while.

She tried to concentrate on giving Pete head, but soon she was deluged with delight as her climax neared. Rudy played her like a perfectly tuned instrument, as if he knew every nuance of her body’s pleasure centers.

She scraped her teeth over Pete’s cock and his grip tightened in her hair. Splaying her fingers over the ridged muscles of his upper thigh, she squeezed her eyes shut and braced for her orgasm.

Pleasure exploded everywhere as she fell into a sea of ecstasy. Her body convulsed with powerful pulses of joy that went on and on. Pete yanked aside the straps of her bustier to cup her breasts. He tugged and tweaked her nipples, adding another dimension to her bliss.

Her climax started to recede until Rudy pushed his cock inside her. She reacted like a lit firecracker, twisting and twitching and crying out. She’d completely zoned out and had stopped giving Pete head. But as soon as Rudy started stroking, Pete reminded her by pushing the head of his cock against her cheek. She palmed his balls, gently massaging them as she took his erection deep into her mouth. He rewarded her with a deep, primal growl.

Yeah, he was close. She’d never forget the sounds and the feel of him when he neared his orgasm. His skin reddened and the muscles in his neck and upper chest corded. His face contorted in strained concentration.

He reached for her hair again and tangled his fingers in it, directing her movements, coaxing her to quicken her pace. Then he detonated, spilling his seed into her throat. She swallowed the hot, salty liquid, confident she’d given him the pleasure he so deserved.

He withdrew but Rudy kept on thrusting, harder and deeper now. She moved with him, met him stroke for stroke. He gripped her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh. His grunts let her know he was close to coming, but she could feel him hanging onto his control, drawing out his pleasure and hers.

“Fuck, yes.” Rudy jerked into her, then stilled, panting. He settled over her, his chest to her back, his heart thumping against her skin.

Minutes later they all settled on top of a sea of pillows, Emmy cuddled between the two men in her life. But as she drifted off to sleep, she wondered what would happen after their stay-cation drew to a close. Would they withdraw from each other’s lives with only the memories of the week?

She prayed they’d all find a way to keep the amazing chemistry they shared alive and active.