NeedMe (3 page)

She grinned and poked through the bag of goodies she’d
purchased. Maybe she could write the dress off on her taxes along with the
cherry-chocolate lube and remote-operated vibrator. They were all part of her
research. The lube was just a replacement tube but the remote-controlled
vibrator was something she hadn’t tried. They’d have fun after the club, no
doubt about it.

Kink, on the other hand, was an unknown element.

“You asked to do this,” she reminded herself, reaching up to
take the last few curlers out of her hair. She teased her curls into a sexy
tangle and tried to ignore the rare bout of nerves stampeding through her
belly.

She didn’t consider herself a control freak under normal
circumstances. She wasn’t submissive or dominant in bed, taking turns with
both. Sexual surprises were exciting. But Tony and Kink? They just didn’t go
together.

He hadn’t exactly seemed thrilled at the idea. Just as he
hadn’t been thrilled when she’d tied him up with silk scarves. Or the time
she’d consented to anal play if he would wear a butt plug too.

A smile snuck free as she ran a fingernail along the
container of lube. He’d ended up enjoying himself both times, so no harm no
foul, right?

He never balked at anything she requested. Reason ten
thousand he was entirely too good for her but she’d be damned if she would clue
him in to that fact.

She sighed and rebagged her new purchases. New experiences
could only help her book. Going to the club wasn’t a big deal. If they didn’t
like it, they’d leave.

Thirty minutes later Marcia strode to the front door of
Cale’s second-floor walk-up, condoms in her purse and seductive smile in place.
Tony had said to pick him up here because he’d dropped his car off for
maintenance. When the door swung open after her knock and she was confronted
with Cale’s sweat-stained T-shirt and his drop-dead gorgeous smile, maintenance
sounded excellent to her too.

A lube job in particular. And she’d even brought her own
supplies.

“Hey, Blondie. You selling cookies?”

“Nope, only cookie I have is mine. And it’s not for sale.”

With a wink, she patted his damp chest and sidled past him
just in time to see her lover, sans shirt, haul a huge piece of plywood over
his head and lean it against the wall. Muscles rippled up and down his back and
flexed in his tight shoulders. She’d spent many nights recently with her head
on one of those shoulders, listening to the sound of the rain and Tony’s deep
voice as he told her about his day. He tended to be a talker, though when it
came to sex he usually didn’t get too verbal. He was more about action than
words in that case.

Cale was a whole different story. If the twinkle in his
light-blue eyes indicated anything, she’d bet he could make a porn star blush.

“How about available for loan?” Cale murmured as he came up
behind her. He kept going toward Tony, hefting his own huge slab of plywood
with an easy strength that made her thighs quiver.

It took her a minute to get what he was referring to. Oh
right. Her cookie. Available for loan. Hmm. Partner swapping. That was
something else she should probably mention in her book. Though Cale didn’t have
a current girlfriend to share with Tony, which was a damn good thing. She
wanted both men to herself.

Greedy bitch.

She smiled and waved her clutch purse as Tony flashed her a
grin. “Hey there, sexy,” she said in her cheeriest,
of course I’m not horny
voice.

He strolled over to her and enfolded her in a bear hug,
burying his nose in the curve between her neck and shoulder. “You look
beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She tugged on his hair, well aware Cale’s gaze
lingered on them from across the room. What was he thinking? “You look pretty
beautiful too,” she said, lowering her voice so only Tony could hear.

“Yeah. All sweaty and dirty.” His grin broadened as she
reached up to wipe away the smear of dust on his cheek. “Think I should change
before we hit the club. We’ll have to head home first.”

“Works for me.” She kissed his clean cheek. “Thanks. I know
you’re not really into going.”

“I was thinking I’d bring reinforcements.”

“What do you mean?”

He eased back and gripped her upper arms with his wide
hands. He held her tighter than usual, his fingers digging into her skin. “How
do you feel about Cale coming with us?”

Chapter Three

Marcia’s breathing sped up in time with her heartbeat. Again
her gaze sought Cale’s. He’d continued to gather their tools and straighten up,
but he didn’t bother with the pretense of actually seeming occupied. His
attention was squarely on them.

Now she knew why.

“He’s into it?” she asked, feeling stupid. Of course he was.
If her opinion of Cale’s bedroom practices held any water, she had a feeling
anything went with him. Anything, anywhere, maybe with anyone. She stared hard
at Tony. “And how into it is he?”

Maybe he wasn’t just into
her
. Could he be into his
best friend as well? If so, how exactly did she feel about that?

“You look nervous. You’re never nervous.”

She narrowed her eyes at her lover. “Of course I’m not
nervous. Does he like voyeurism?”

“Guess we’ll find out, huh?” Tony slung an arm around her
shoulders and turned to address Cale too. “Reassure Marcia you’ve never been to
Kink either, would you? She’s freaking that you’re some kind of old pro.”

“I am not freaking,” Marcia muttered. Maybe she was. Just a
little.

“Never been there, Blondie.” He held up two fingers.
“Scout’s honor.”

“As if you were a Scout.” She rolled her eyes as Tony’s hand
crept toward her breast. Normally he wasn’t touchy-feely in front of people but
maybe he was trying to get things started early. “As if
either
of you
were Scouts,” she added.

“Never heard you complain about that before.” Again his
fingers brushed her breast, except this time they went straight for her
puckered nipple. Cale’s gaze locked on the movements of Tony’s hand, causing a
renewed surge of moisture between her thighs.

“Guess you like what I’m wearing,” she said to Tony,
watching his fingers as they toyed with the vee of her dress. Knowing Cale was
watching too made her stand just a little straighter, thrust her chest out just
a bit more.

Her breasts were her best asset, besides her brain. Not that
anyone she knew would’ve guessed she felt that way. Unfortunately her brain
took second billing because she couldn’t show it off in cleavage-enhancing
clothing.

“It’s sexy as fuck.” Tony leaned down and kissed the side of
her neck, leaving a wet, hot trail behind. Definitely not the only part of her
hot and wet. “Just like you.”

“Speaking of sexy and fucking,” both men chuckled, “did you
tell Cale about my book?” she asked.

Discussing her book helped distract her from the knowledge
Cale was coming to Kink with them. She’d wanted a chance for the three of them
to get down and dirty and this scenario was working out better than she
could’ve planned. But still. What if she was biting off more than she could
chew? Or swallow?

“Your sex manual? Of course he did. He wanted to sign me up
as your research partner when he needs a break.” Though Cale was grinning and
so was Tony, Marcia noted an obvious charge in the air. And
this
charge
sparked between all three of them.

“Oh you did, hmm?” She glanced at Tony, trying to peer into
his head. Did he know she wanted a threesome? Was he being his typical
wonderful self and offering to let her do whatever she needed to feel good? Or
did he want to share her with Cale?

She sighed. Too many damn questions. She’d have to start
getting some answers soon or her head would explode.

“I did. You know you want to sleep with him, Marsh.”

The bald statement reverberated in the room, bringing a
sharp flush to her cheeks that quickly spread to the rest of her body. She
started to object until her libido prevailed.

She wanted this. Wanted Cale. And there he was, right in
front of her in his sweaty T-shirt for the taking.

“Yes.” She took a deep breath. “I do.”

“But?” Tony prompted.

“But only with you there.” Though she looked directly at
Cale, she addressed Tony. “I’m not looking to hop beds. I’d rather share them.”
She attempted a smile as another uncomfortable rush of anxiety shot through her
system. At least she
sounded
calm. “Now that my panties are on the
doorknob, what about you two?”

Cale set down a length of shelving and dusted his hands on
his hips. “Surely you’re not asking if I want you, Blondie. I think all three
of us know I’ve wanted you since the first day we met.” When she only stared at
him blankly, he added, “Don’t you remember? You asked me if I had money for the
vending machine then spent my ten even though you only needed a buck.”

Marcia couldn’t help but laugh. “I forgot my lunch. I paid
you back, didn’t I?” Even as she responded, his statement played on a
continuous loop in her head.

Surely you’re not asking if I want you, Blondie.

Hearing it said aloud, seeing the truth in his glacier-blue
eyes—oh boy, she hoped she could make it to the club without spontaneously
having an orgasm.

“Yeah, makes sense that would turn you on.” Tony shook his
head, smiling. “Masochist? You? Never.”

“More like I appreciate a woman with balls.”

Marcia sucked in a deep breath as Cale came closer and
tipped her face up to his. He and Tony were only a few inches taller than her
five-six, plus her two-inch pumps. Even so, she felt as if she had to crane her
neck to meet his eyes.

“Though I have to say,” his gaze dropped, “I appreciate
those gorgeous tits more.”

She wet her lips and didn’t reply. But her racing pulse and
hard nipples said plenty.

“Gorgeous doesn’t cover it, man. Trust me.” Tony tugged at
the flimsy top of her dress, exposing her miniscule pink lacy bra. “Go ahead,”
he encouraged Cale.

“Shouldn’t the lady tell me to go ahead?”

“Thank you,” she said, directing her attention to her lover.
So much was said in the look they shared. She conveyed her gratitude for his
setting up the threesome she hadn’t had the nerve to ask for and also for
taking the lead when she wasn’t quite sure of herself. “Go ahead,” she added
softly to Cale.

Tony kissed her forehead, the gesture surprisingly tender
considering what they were about to do. “My pleasure,” he murmured while Cale’s
long fingers freed her breasts.

“Gorgeous doesn’t cover it,” Cale agreed, staring so fixedly
at her nipples that they lifted as if they were tugged by invisible pulleys.

“You can touch,” she said, her voice equally soft.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he exchanged a glance with Tony.
“Not yet,” he replied finally, closing the hooks he’d just undone. Then he
pulled her dress back into place and shot her a grin loaded with promise.
“We’ll save that for Kink.”

* * * * *

“This doesn’t seem too bad, right?” Marcia tossed back the
last of her second whiskey sour and smiled at her men. If she didn’t say so
herself, they were the hottest guys there.

They were also the only guys she knew, thank God. To ensure that,
she’d surreptitiously called Spence from the bathroom to confirm he and Kelly
weren’t planning on coming by tonight.

There was being open-minded and then there was just
disgusting. Hanging out in the same sex club as your little brother definitely
fell into the disgusting category.

Luckily Spence and Kelly were knee-deep in store stuff. He’d
been more than a little surprised to hear she was checking out Kink. Of course
he’d had to do his full Spencer thing. He’d tried—and failed—to lecture her
about the possible dangers of a sex club and what she needed to watch out for.
She’d shut him up by telling him the guys she’d be having a threesome with
would watch out for her just fine, thank you very much.

She grinned into her drink. God, she loved annoying Spence.
Despite his being almost thirty-seven, he would always be her baby brother.

“Suppose it’s okay,” Tony said as he took another swig of
his beer.

Blue light spilled over the bar from the sconces high on the
walls, glinting off the rows of liquor bottles and adding an otherworldly
quality to the room. The music, loud and suitable for grinding up against
someone, was standard for this sort of joint. She’d been bumped more than once
by couples dancing their way up to grab a drink. Or a handful of someone’s ass.
Hers probably still had fingerprints on it from the last guy who’d tried to
grope her before noticing how very taken she was.

As a couple of men wandered past, Tony squeezed Marcia’s
shoulder, discreetly staking his claim. “Least I haven’t seen any cocks,” he
added.

“I know. Dammit.” She hadn’t seen much of anything yet.
Anything interesting anyway. Just people drinking and dancing and the
occasional overenthusiastic couple executing tongue gymnastics. So far they’d
only made it a few feet past the door. The place was freaking packedon
a Saturday night.

The distress in her voice made Cale laugh. “Anytime you want
to change that, we’re ready and able.”

She glanced down at the bulge in his jeans while he tapped a
foot on the rung around the bar. Unlike her and Tony, he was sipping seltzer.
He didn’t drink, ever. He was also militant about playing designated driver
when she or Tony had had a bit too much. She didn’t know why but she’d never
asked. Everyone was entitled to their secrets as far as she was concerned. “So
how ready are you?” she asked, letting the intensity of her stare convey
exactly how ready
she
was.

They’d arrived. They’d seen—well, a little. Now it was past
time to come.

Cale rose and cupped her chin in tense fingers, nudging her
back against the equally hard male behind her. Tony’s bottle clinked as he set
it down. Then he gripped her waist, guiding her bottom against his erection.
His lips closed over her earlobe just as Cale’s mouth touched hers, his breath
carrying a faint hint of lime from his drink.

Soft. His lips were so soft, and she hadn’t been prepared
for that. Somehow his tenderness tilted this moment away from pure sex to
something more. He didn’t have to be careful with her—hell, she was a sure
thing—but he was. And that was so goddamn sexy.

His hold on her face tightened as he exerted gentle
pressure, urging her to open to him. He didn’t have to prompt her twice. Her
lips parted and he slipped his tongue inside, stroking hers with slow
thoroughness.

Tony slid his arm up between her breasts and pulled her
close. When his teeth razored along her neck, she shuddered and her body went
limp between them, a sterling invitation for Cale to intensify his kiss.

Drawing back slightly, Cale caught her breast in his palm
and squeezed. “Pretty tits,” he murmured, somehow making the word
tits
sound almost romantic. His voice, so low and rich, trickled through her system,
increasing the juice saturating her panties.

Tony rarely dirty talked. Since she was a doer rather than a
talker herself, that didn’t bother her much. But she had to admit she looked
forward to Cale continuing his erotic comments, especially as he twirled her
tight nipple between thumb and forefinger.

“Light pink,” he said as if drawing them in his mind from
memory. “So light and delicate I’d probably bruise you if I pulled too hard.”

Could Tony hear Cale over the loud music? He was busy
sucking on her neck the way she loved but she wanted him to hear everything she
did, to be a part in every way. She shouldn’t have been able to hear Cale
either but his lips moved against hers, branding the words on her flesh.

“Try it,” she said breathlessly, shifting her head so her
lover heard her demand too. “Bet I don’t bruise.”

“She likes bruises sometimes.” Tony swished her dress over
her ass so fast she actually blinked. “Don’t you?” The question was accompanied
by a quick slap that reverberated straight to her pussy.

Nodding, she made a sound of acquiescence in her throat,
incapable of speech. Anticipation fired inside her, blasting any hesitation
away. If she visited Kink only this once, she wanted it to be the visit of her
life. Whatever the cost, she would be decisive from here on out. She’d always
been that way before, hadn’t she?

So what the hell had happened to her?

She’d thrown away her job, taken a step into the unknown.
Fallen for a guy who was safe in many ways and dangerous for her in a dozen
others. She’d sworn off falling for anyone after her disastrous divorce and for
the most part, hadn’t wavered. But if any man could make her change her mind,
it was Tony. Even so, she wasn’t going to be afraid of the aftermath of
tonight’s actions. Whatever happened was for the best.

Now if she could only remember that.

“Let’s go check out the rest of the club,” Cale said as a
woman balancing a tray of drinks nearly upended one over his shoulder. “See if
we can find our own dark corner where we can watch. And participate.” He drew
his fingertip down her nose. “Got your pad, Blondie? I know you’ll want to take
notes.”

“I have a photographic memory.” She was way too hot and
bothered to think about writing stuff down. Hopefully she’d be able to recall
some of it tomorrow.

“Filled with dirty pictures,” Tony agreed as Cale nudged her
in front of him and pushed her forward.

“You star in most of them,” she shot back.

Her lover came up beside her. “Not all of them? Need to
rectify that.”

Together they made their way across the crowded dance floor
and up the narrow winding staircase to a low-lit spacious room with plenty of
seating and erotic art on the walls. Reggae music contributed to the relaxed
vibe, as did the ease with which most people seemed to accept nudity. Marcia
gulped in a breath and watched the dirty couples in particular. She could see
people talking and eating—food at any rate—any day.

There were plenty of people engaged in clothed conversation
but there were definite pockets of naughty. One woman rode her lover with
careless abandon, her long white-blonde hair rippling down her back. His hands
clenched her ass as he jerked her up and down.