NeedMe (8 page)

No.
Marcia tamed—whatever that even meant—wasn’t
Marcia at all. He wanted all of her, the impetuous and crazy, the sexy and over
the top, the quiet and thoughtful when she thought no one was looking. He
wanted the whole package. For good.

“Hey.” She glanced back at him, concern marring her gorgeous
features. “Losing my buzz here.”

“Can’t have that now, can we?”

He reached for the lube and squirted some along his length
and his fingers. They’d had anal plenty of times, mostly at Marcia’s request.
He usually didn’t ask her for what he wanted, choosing instead to let her take
the lead. Luckily her lead led him right where he wanted to go.

Carefully he slipped two coated fingers inside her ass,
working them in and out while she moaned in encouragement. Oh yeah, she wanted
this. She always wanted it, any way he would give it to her.

He leaned forward to kiss her back and closed his eyes against
the torrent of emotions flooding through him. What if she didn’t feel the same
way for him? Affection and love were two very different things.

“Antonio?” she asked quietly. “What’s wrong?”

“Must be trouble if she’s using the given name,” Cale said, not
smiling. They all knew the Antonio treatment meant things had just gotten
serious.

Tony laughed it off. “Just want to make sure you’re ready
for me.”

“I’ve been ready for you for years,” she said, her light
tone belying the double meaning of her words. At least he hoped there was a
double meaning.

“I’m ready too,” Cale put in, effectively breaking the
heaviness of the moment.

Trying not to laugh seemed futile so Tony didn’t bother.
That he chuckled while he slid his painfully hard cock inside Marsh’s snug hole
was definitely different. Especially since his laughter turned into moans
almost instantly.

She gripped him tightly, the thin wall separating him from
the toy still in her sex seeming to disappear. Christ, he could feel every
minute vibration. And then when she pulled out the vibe and he could feel her
fingers pumping away, a new round of groans spilled out of him. It felt as if
she were caressing him from inside out.

“Dammit, Marcia.” He gritted his teeth. “You trying to make
me come?”

“Think so. Here too,” Cale managed, lifting his head. She’d
gone back to working the candy beads off his sac, liberally wetting his balls
in the process. Finally she tore off the necklace completely, tossing it aside
before she encircled her lips around Cale’s shaft in one smooth glide that made
both men gasp. Had he
ever
seen anything hotter?

Tony surged deeper into Marcia, matching his strokes to her
increasingly fumbling finger thrusts into her pussy. They stopped altogether
when she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked hard on the tip of Cale’s cock.

“Fuck yes.” Cale pushed her head down as he arched his back
and raised his hips off the bed. “Swallow it,” he panted, his tugs on her hair
gentling even before his body stopped twitching.

She dropped her face to Cale’s thigh when Tony pressed his
hand in the center of her back, forcing her as low as possible while he drove
deep. Pleasure fountained up from his balls to his spine, washing over him in
thick waves while the movements of his hips went on autopilot. Her whimpers
burst through the silence just before he felt those wicked fingers slipping in
and out of her sheath, pushing him into a brutally hard climax. He plunged over
and over again, filling her with his hot release.

Somehow through the haze, he heard her keening cry. Her
tight walls squeezed around him, drawing out his aftershocks for so long that
he literally couldn’t breathe. Finally Marcia went limp beneath him.

In a minute she’d be asleep if they didn’t get her up and
moving. In that way, she was worse than a guy. But Tony couldn’t get his limbs
to work.

Cale, on the other hand, seemed like he was raring to go. He
rubbed her back and tossed Tony a grin. “Let’s eat.”

Chapter Seven

When Marcia woke the next morning, only she and Tony were
still in bed. She heard the shower running in the bathroom and squinted at the
clock. Just past four. She knew Cale worked early, but this was ungodly.

“Somebody’s gotta sort stock from the morning truck. Usually
him,” Tony mumbled, his voice sexily slurred with sleep.

“Ugh.”

“In two hours it’s my turn.”

She already knew that but since he wasn’t fully conscious,
she wouldn’t quibble. “So this not working thing? Maybe not so bad.” She rolled
over and kissed his chin. “Go back to sleep.”

He’d yet to open his eyes. “Already am.”

Laughing, she rubbed his shoulder and tried not to sigh in
pure female appreciation. His body made her inordinately happy. Antonio Marcus
Griggs made her happy, period. If there was a boyfriend hall of fame, he’d be
in it.

She snuggled closer. How could she repay him for last night?
Hmm, maybe she could dedicate her sex book to him.

To my loving boyfriend, Tony, who epitomizes sex and
makes me eager to make love too.

Not bad. Kind of corny. She’d have to work on it when she
actually began to write the book.

Which was what she should be doing now. If she wanted to get
this thing moving, she’d have to start getting up earlier and putting in some
late nights.

She grinned. Late nights spent doing things other than
having wonderfully orgasmic sex with her two younger men.

Once Tony’s even breathing told her he’d fallen asleep, she
eased out from under his arm and padded to the en-suite bathroom. The shower
was off so maybe Cale was decent. Even if he wasn’t, she was pretty sure she
wouldn’t mind.

She knocked softly. Knocked again. Her smile blossomed as
Cale pulled open the door and cocked a brow. He wore a towel slung so low it
practically touched the floor.

“Am I interrupting something?” she asked in her best sexy
voice. The morning wood tenting his towel certainly seemed suspicious.

“Maybe.” He openly perused her naked body in the triangle of
light. Then he barked out a laugh. “Blondie, you need a shower.”

“Well, yeah, but—”

He grabbed her arm and tugged her inside the steamy
bathroom, shutting the door with a soft click. Then he cleaned off the mirror
with his arm and turned her toward it. “Some jerks wrote all over this gorgeous
body.” He spoke close to her ear and she shivered. “They should be shot.”

“Or fucked,” she whispered, only realizing what she’d said
when he laughed.

“Interesting style of punishment, I’ll grant you that.” He
pulled her hair to the side and moved his lips against her neck, making
whatever he would say next unspeakably erotic. Even if he asked her to pass the
toothpaste she would probably feel a hot rush of moisture between her thighs.
“Your shower has the most inspiring heads.”

That
she wasn’t expecting. She laughed and pinched
his arm, well aware of the erection cradled against her bottom. However he’d
been inspired in the shower he obviously hadn’t worn out said inspiration.
“Glad you find the accommodations pleasant.”

“Very pleasant. In fact,” he scraped a hand down her torso,
his destination clear, “these are the kind of accommodations a man would love
to visit again and again.” His words burned against her neck with silent
promise.

What did he mean by that? Did he want more than one night?
They hadn’t explored everything, that was for damn sure. After they’d had their
late-night diner feast, they’d all collapsed and gone to sleep.

There was so much left they could do with one another. So
much they could enjoy.

“Thought you were the love ’em and leave ’em type, Mr.
Parker,” she teased, meeting his pale blue gaze in the mirror. Today the blue
seemed more intense, more like the hottest point of a flame than an arctic
winter. “Don’t repeats hurt your rep?”

“Not too concerned about my rep. Also not terribly concerned
about love.” He cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples with his thumbs,
focusing all the heat in her body on those two areas.
Almost
all the
heat. “You already have someone who loves you. What I want from you is a bit
more basic.”

She swallowed and concentrated on keeping her expression
relaxed. “You keep saying that.”

“Yup. And it’s just as much true today as last night. Maybe more
so. You might want to think about that, Blondie, before you start putting
offers out there that some men are more than willing to take you up on.” With a
long, meaningful look at her in the glass, he patted her bare butt and stepped
away.

“You’re leaving?” she asked when he reached for the
doorknob.

“It’s what I do,” he said, a half-smile tipping up his
mouth. A moment later he shut the door behind him.

Marcia braced her hands on the sink and stared hard at
herself in the mirror. She didn’t look bad. Actually with her seductively
tousled hair and low-lidded eyes, she would’ve put her age at just over thirty.
Okay, thirty-two. If she squinted just right, she could pretend her face
appeared soft with sleep and wasn’t beginning to lose its definition.

Hell, she’d kept up pretty damn good with her men the night
before and she would again if—

If.
What did she honestly expect to happen? Did she
really think Tony would go for another night with Cale? Asking for what she
wanted was one thing. Asking for the impossible was another. She cared too much
about Tony to risk their relationship over something temporary, even if it was
amazing.

No matter what, this couldn’t continue forever. She wasn’t
in love with Cale. As hot and fun as he was, he wasn’t lifetime material. True,
she hadn’t made it all the way to forever in her mind with Tony but she knew
she wanted a lot more time with him.

Tony wasn’t a diversion or a momentary pleasure. He was the
real deal. Honest, loyal, wonderful beyond belief. The kind of man a woman
could build a life with, were she not scared shitless at the possibility.

She frowned and pushed her hair over her shoulder, still
staring at her reflection. She’d taken charge of her sex life and had an
almost-in-progress advice book to prove it. The rest of her life might be a
little harder to manage but a gal had to start somewhere, right?

Right. Today, she needed to start by taking a shower.

Then she’d tackle her laptop and get started. If things went
well—why wouldn’t they?—she’d crank out five thousand words before lunch. Maybe
more. After last night, she was feeling especially motivated.

Just before she pulled back the curtain, she noticed the
smeared pink highlighter on her breasts. Though the letters had blurred into an
almost indistinguishable pink blob, she got the gist. “Sex and candy,” she
murmured.

Cale had a point. That
would
be an awesome chapter
title. Maybe she’d start there.

Smiling, she stepped into the shower and cranked up the hot
water. She felt so inspired she might even clear ten thousand words today. No
problem.

* * * * *

“This blows.”

Marcia stared at her laptop screen and stabbed the delete
button over and over until the entire paragraph she’d written disappeared. But
not to worry. She hadn’t lost her entire day’s work. Oh no. She’d been camped
out at her kitchen table for six hours, so she knew she had to have a lot to
show for it.

She scrolled up the page and frowned. Two paragraphs.
Really? All of two hundred twelve words. Three hundred and fourteen if she
counted the Table of Contents.
Sex and Candy
would be chapter thirteen,
under the subhead
Fun With Body Parts
.

Which sounded kind of zombie-ish actually. Not sexy. None of
this sounded sexy. Even her opening sentence sucked. At the rate she was going,
there would be no happy ending either.

She blew out a breath and shoved aside her pad of notes.
What had she been thinking? She wasn’t a writer. Tony was right. She barely
even read. Instead of expanding her mind, she’d let it atrophy under her
perfectly coiffed curls until nothing remained but fluff. Business degrees
didn’t mean squat when she was sitting in front of a shiny screen that mocked
her with its blankness.

Writing sucked. Being a writer sucked. Who even read
anymore? People wanted pictures. That’s why porn was so popular. Men had the
right idea. It was a lot less work.

She sighed and reached for her glass of soda. Another thing?
She didn’t drink coffee, and from the sixteen writers’ blogs she’d read this
morning while waiting for inspiration to hit, she needed to. Unless she gave up
her soda habit for java, she’d probably be stuck staring at this empty page
from now until forever.

The one thing she liked so far was her title.
Keeping The
Motor Cranked
:
Tips, Tricks and Advice From The Frontlines of the
Women’s Orgasm Movement (WOM)
.

She could picture the merchandising now. Hats, jackets, cute
little tank tops all emblazoned with the acronym WOM in a bright red lipstick
font. This book was her ticket to self-satisfaction and monetary security, she
just knew it.

If only she could make it to page two.

Her cell phone went off and she grabbed it like a drowning
woman when presented with a life preserver. The outside world! Someone to save
her from this stinking shitpile of a non-book. Thank God.

Seeing Tony’s name, she smiled wide enough to make her
cheeks hurt. “God, Tony, I’m so glad it’s you.”

“Marsh?” Worry immediately crept into his tone. “What’s the
matter? Are you okay? Did something happen? Should I come home?”

Her smile turned into laughter. Damn, she adored this man.
More and more by the hour. “No, sweetie. Everything’s fine.”

“Do you not feel good? I could bring home soup. You know The
Daily Bread’s always got a great lunch special.”

Yep, he was a prize all right.
Her
prize, and she
wasn’t giving him up. Sure, he could get a little fretful at times but at least
she knew he cared. He wasn’t one of those strong, silent types who wouldn’t
reveal emotion unless someone put a gun to their head. Someone like her father,
for example, who hadn’t given her mom even one anniversary card in forty-two
years of marriage. Or Spencer.

Or Cale.

Yeah, Tony definitely had his good points.

“I’m perfectly fine, I swear. Not sick. Just a little tired
and stressed out. You were right. I can’t write a book.”

“I never said that.”

“You implied it, and you were right. It’s beyond me. I’m
meant to sell books, not write them. I just can’t get it together enough to get
words on the page.”

Tony’s string of muttered curse words made her blink. “You
can do anything you put your mind to. Do you hear me? Lately you’ve been
putting yourself down too much. It’s not like you. What happened to my girl who
could take on the world?”

Good question. What
had
happened to her? Somewhere
between quitting her job and deciding to write this book, she’d lost her belief
in herself. Maybe it was just a natural consequence of being at a crossroads in
her life. Or maybe she was just getting older and reality had become more of a
bitter pill than she’d been prepared to take. Whatever the reason, she didn’t
like this new wishy-washy version of herself.

Last night she hadn’t had any insecurities at all. How could
she, when faced with two incredibly sexy men who ravished her with their eyes
every time she walked into a room?

Cale doing that was a recent development. But Tony had been
appreciating her for years. All of her. Her looks, her personality, her mind.
In his eyes, she could do no wrong.

God, she hoped she deserved him. She still wasn’t sure she
was worthy of Tony’s adoration. But she’d make him proud—and in the process, herself
too.

Dammit, she would.

“Marsh? Do I have to come home and put you over my knee?”

Yes, please.
She smiled so hard that tears popped
into her eyes. When Tony used that stern tone of voice, there was no arguing
with him. Not that she wanted to argue this. Ever.

“Thank you.” She cleared her throat and hoped he couldn’t
hear how soggy she was getting. Not yet. But soon. If he kept being so damn
nice to her, she’d probably lose control of her ducts and go to town.

“Nothing to thank me for,” he said gruffly. “Takes some time
to ease into something big like writing a book is all. You haven’t done any
sprints and now you’re trying to run a marathon.”

“You’re right.”

“Yeah, I am. Why don’t you take a break from the screen and
go for a walk or something? Better yet, why don’t you come down here and give
me a big ol’…” He paused and she grinned, wondering exactly how he’d finish
that sentence. “Kiss.”

“Kiss? Jeez, in the old days you would’ve asked me to
liplock other, more needy parts of your anatomy.”

“Didn’t specify where, now did I?”

“Good point.”

“And I might miss you, just a little,” he continued, each
word making her grin widen. “I might also be thinking about last night.”

“Really?”

“Uh huh. The Tied Piper suggested we go back to Kink again
tonight.”

Marcia laughed at his new moniker for Cale before the rest
of his statement sank in. The possibility of another night at Kink should’ve
made her ecstatic. But what if too much of a good thing was just too much?

“Are you okay with it?” She gripped the phone tighter. “If
you’re not, we don’t have to.”

Truthfully, she wasn’t even sure
she
wanted to. Last
night had proven to her exactly how much she had at home. Sex clubs and
threesomes were fine but so was alone time with her man. In fact, it was better
than fine. It was all she needed.

“Okay with showing off and enjoying my gorgeous, sexy woman?
Hell yeah I am.”

“You’re incredible.” What was her problem? If Tony could
handle more, so could she. Especially when she’d be reaping most of the
benefits. “Thank you.”