Nothing Between Us (30 page)

She let her gaze track over all that smooth tattooed skin and then let it linger on the glistening tip of his cock. “I’d like to taste him.”

Keats groaned.

“Keats, you’re a lucky man. Go ahead.”

Georgia situated herself between Keats’s knees and lowered her head to wrap her lips over the crown of his cock. She didn’t go any farther but rolled her tongue around the head and then teased the slit. He made a soft grunt, and she smiled to herself. Torturing him could be kind of fun. She let her hands slide up his legs, rubbing circles on his inner thighs with her thumbs, and then got oh-so-close to his testicles before dragging her hands down again.

“Ah, fuck,” Keats said, arching a bit. “She’s taking sadist lessons.”

“I like watching you two play,” Colby said, stretching out next to them and taking in the view. He was still in his shirt and tie from his meeting, but his erection was a prominent outline against his slacks, and he stroked it almost idly with that big hand of his. Him being fully clothed while she and Keats didn’t have a stitch on made Georgia even hotter. “I could get used to this. Spread your legs, Georgia, and touch yourself while you suck him.”

She hummed as a new wave of arousal went through her, and Keats made a pained sound again. She took Keats farther into her mouth and lowered her hand between her legs. Even the light touch had her wanting to go over. But she was learning the art of patience and kept her strokes slow.

“That’s it,” Colby said. “Tease yourself while you tease him.”

Colby unzipped his pants slowly and slipped his cock free. His size was still overwhelming each time she saw it, but knowing what he had planned tonight had a new anxious flutter going through her. She had no idea if she could take him that way. But God knows she was willing to try.

“I like how you’re looking at me,” he said, giving himself a long stroke. “Are you imagining what it’s going to feel like when we’re both inside you? Because I know that’s what I’m imagining. How tight and hot you’re going to feel around me. How it’s going to feel to have two cocks rubbing against each other inside you.”

“Fuck,” Keats said, his hands fisting as he arched in the bindings.

She seconded that emotion and had to move her hand away from herself for a moment so that she wouldn’t take it too far. Colby smiled, like he knew exactly how he was affecting her.

She went on, sucking Keats and dropping lower to lick his balls and nuzzle him. She took her time and brought him to the brink a few times. All while teasing herself and riding the edge along with him. Colby watched them with heated interest. She knew then that she was definitely more than a voyeur. There was a whole other level of intensity when someone was watching—especially when it was Colby. Because when he looked at her, it was like the devil planning his list of temptations and sins. She couldn’t wait to check off the list.

Finally, when Keats started panting, Colby reached out and gripped the back of Georgia’s neck. “Enough. Get off the bed and stand beside it.”

She scooted off the bed and followed the instruction. When Colby moved to stand in front of her, he pulled something from his pocket—a small vibrator with elastic straps.

“Step into this. Keats can’t use his hands, and I want you flying high for this. It will be easier for you.”

She swallowed hard and stepped into the straps. The elastic positioned the little silicone vibrator against her clit. Colby hit a button and she gasped as the low-level vibration moved against her already sensitive flesh.

“Now, climb on top of Keats and get his condom on.”

He handed her a condom, and she made her way back onto the bed and over Keats’s body. Keats’s gaze had gone hooded, and he was watching her like he wanted to eat her bite by bite. A beautiful, wicked man spread out for her enjoyment. She’d heard of being house poor. Right now she was man rich.

Colby stepped to the front of the bed and reached for the black-and-white cityscape hanging above it. He lifted it off the hook and took it away from the wall. A mirror hung behind it. Colby moved a latch and the whole thing angled forward, giving them a perfect shot of the bed. Georgia found herself staring at her wanton reflection.

“Might as well enjoy the view, right?” Colby said, those lips curling up at one corner. “I know I will.”

For a second, she couldn’t take her eyes off the scene in the mirror. Her naked, aroused body. Keats spread out beneath her. It was like some erotic painting. Her gaze stayed fixed on the scene as she rolled the condom on Keats, and Colby positioned himself behind her, his big body radiating heat.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Colby asked, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror.

“It’s amazing. And you really are a deviant. Who has a hidden mirror?”

Colby smiled and laced his fingers in her hair, then turned her head to the side so he could lean in and kiss her. The kiss was deep and full, and he didn’t try to hide the need in it. She gave herself over to it, to him. Her whole body dialed up to eleven. In this moment, she’d probably give this man anything.

When he pulled away, the look he gave her nearly undid her. “I’m ready for you, gorgeous. You ready for us?”

The question seemed to hold more weight—like he wasn’t just asking if she was physically ready. Like there was more to ask. And what those hazel eyes held scared her.

But she managed to whisper, “I’m ready.”

He released her hair and moved his hands to her waist. The vibrator hummed steadily against her—enough to torture but not send her over. “We’re going to take good care of you, baby. Just listen to what I say and you’ll be fine.”

“I know,” she said, meaning it.

“Good girl.” He kissed her shoulder. “You’re going to need to let Keats in first.”

“Excellent plan,” Keats said with a drunk-on-lust grin. She had to smile back. She loved that they could still be playful in bed. She’d worried that with Colby’s dominance, it would be formal. But both men liked to laugh and have fun along with everything else.

She lowered herself, taking Keats in slowly, the stretching of her body jostling the vibrator against her clit and making her eyes want to roll back. God. Keats was gifted in his own right, and she felt full with only him in there. She seated him deep, and Keats’s eyes fell closed.

Colby’s tie brushed against the top curve of her ass, and then his hand was on her. Their gazes met in the mirror as he slid two slick fingers between her cheeks, finding her back entrance. Those warm fingers made a slow circle around her opening, massaging the lubricant over it, and she had trouble keeping the groan to herself. His mouth moved close to her ear. “Fuck him, Georgia. But don’t you dare come.”

That would be a miracle if she could manage that. She lifted her hips, drawing Keats almost all the way out, and then dipped down again. Up and down, up and down. Her focus moved fully to Keats, who was watching them both with rapt interest—his belly rising and falling with strained breaths. “I could die right now and be happy,” he said, his voice like sandpaper.

“We’ll try not to kill you,” she said as Colby’s fingers continued to move over her, getting her slick and aching. “But no promises.”

“Lie over him, baby,” Colby said after another few minutes.

She draped her body over Keats and rocked forward, letting him slide out almost all the way and then sinking against him again. That movement enlightened her on why Colby had wrapped the rope around Keats’s chest. With every thrust, her nipples were now rubbing against the soft hemp. Evil, evil man.

Colby’s finger moved against her ass again. “Relax and let me in, baby. Push out and it will make it easier.”

She’d been riding the edge so long now that relaxing her muscles actually came easy. She wanted him in. She needed to feel him. One finger slid in and then another. The sensation was like a rocket booster to her arousal. She made a guttural sound and pressed her forehead against Keats’s shoulder.

“That’s it. So good,” Colby said, his pleasure clear. “You’re doing so good.”

His fingers moved inside her, scissoring gently and stretching her, as she continued to fuck Keats slowly. Everything in her wanted to come right this very minute, but she fought hard to keep it at bay.

“I’m not sure how much longer I can last,” she said.

“I don’t want to rush you or hurt you, baby,” Colby said, his slow thrusting continuing.

Another spark of arousal went through her and her fingers gripped the sheets. “Can we try? I’m hanging by a thread. And I want to try—”

“Anything hurts, you tell me to stop,” he said, command in his voice.

“I promise.”

“Stay still for a second then,” he said, shifting behind her.

She glanced up, the angle of the mirror affording her part of a view of Colby behind her. He hadn’t taken his clothes off, but his fly was undone and he was pouring lube into his hand. He rubbed it over his cock until it was shiny and glistening. She was mesmerized by the sight of it.

Then he was getting into position behind her. He pushed fingers into her again, separating them inside her and opening her, preparing her. Keats was trembling beneath her. She imagined it was taking a lot of work on his part to stay so still. He had to be close to coming, too. But the look on his face was pure rapture. He was being denied, but he was into this one hundred percent.

Colby’s fingers slipped out of her and something much bigger nudged her backside. A bolt of panic moved through her. He felt impossibly big. Maybe she’d misjudged what she could take.

“Colby, I—”

“It’s okay,” he said, squeezing her hip. “You can take me. You just have to relax and let me in. I’ll go slow.”

Her gaze went to Keats and he smiled softly. “We’ve got you, George. He’s going to make you feel good. Trust him.”

“Says you who hasn’t done this yet.”

He laughed. “Show me how it’s done, then. I’ll take notes.”

For some reason, that eased her tension. She gave a little nod and put all her concentration on loosening her muscles and relaxing. She shifted back a bit and the head of Colby’s cock breached her.

The burning sensation was intense and she lost her breath for a second—regretting everything in that instant, but he kept moving forward and once the thick head moved past the ring of muscle, the rest slid forward more easily. An overwhelming flood of sharp need moved through her.

Colby made a deep, rumbly sound behind her. “God, baby, you feel amazing. You okay?”

“I’m good. I just—” She felt impossibly full and didn’t dare move. She might never be able to move again.

“Just hold on. You don’t have to do anything else but feel from this point on,” Colby said, easing more of himself inside her. “You can come whenever you need to.”

Thank God for that because she felt on the verge of exploding already.

The two guys must’ve talked about this at some point because somehow, they knew how to move one at a time in a kind of rhythm. It was slow and steady and impossibly sensual as they rocked into her in turn, stimulating every inch of her flesh along the way. The vibrator buzzed steadily against her, and with each move from Colby, her nipples rubbed along the rope on Keats’s chest.

Then Keats was lifting his head to kiss her, parting her lips and pouring all the passion that must be rumbling through him into it—frantic, hungry, a little crazed. She felt dizzy with the power of it all. She was going to lose it. Colby’s hands gripped her hips hard, his cock sinking even deeper, and there were so many sensations at once that it felt like there were a hundred hands on her, a crowd of men taking her.

Everything detonated inside her. Her nails dug into Keats’s shoulders, earning a lust-filled grunt from him as he pulled away from the kiss, and her back arched. Both men buried fully inside her, their cocks pressing against each other through the thin wall in her body, and she thought she would die from the feel of being so fully taken.

“I can’t—” she panted.

Colby must’ve used that as his cue to hit the button on the remote for the vibrator. Because the soft purr turned into an urgent buzz and she cried out. The moorings broke free. She shook with the force of the orgasm as it overtook her, and the noises she made stopped sounding human.

Colby and Keats started moving again and all she could do was hold on for the gasping, shrieking ride. Soon, Colby’s grip turned bruising and he groaned behind her, his own release sending him over the precipice.

Keats, ever patient, pressed his teeth against Georgia’s shoulder, biting hard enough to sting but not enough to break the skin until it was clear Colby was coming. Then Keats let loose, too, bucking beneath her and calling her name as he thrust upward, his arms yanking at his bindings.

It was all so much. Too much probably. But when her gaze caught their reflection in the mirror, all of them lost to passion, she had a feeling that for her . . . it was just right.

These two men were right.

Too bad she couldn’t keep them.

Colby shifted in the chair in Principal Anders’s office, dread sitting heavy in his stomach. She’d called him in for a last-minute meeting, and after the interviews he’d been through last week, he didn’t have a lot of hope. Keats’s father had apparently painted quite the picture of an irresponsible, devious Colby Wilkes, and the board had treated Colby in a way that let him know they were giving Alan Keats’s claims some credence. They’d even asked him if he thought his “homosexual status” made the male students reluctant to open up to him. He’d wanted to break things.

And walking through the busy hallways to get here this afternoon, seeing the kids stream past him, some waving and happy to see him—it had physically hurt. These few weeks away felt like years. He’d enjoyed spending his off time with Georgia and Keats, but he missed his job more than he could say.

Rowan breezed in, a stack of folders in her hands and her hair tucked neatly into a low ponytail. “Thanks for getting here so quickly. Sorry I’m running a few minutes late.”

Colby leaned forward in his chair, forearms braced on his thighs, as she slid behind her desk. “Not a problem. What’s going on?”

She looked up after putting the folders aside and met his gaze. “Well, Adam Keats is going on.”

Colby’s stomach dropped to his feet. Oh. Shit. She knew. She’d figured out who the half-naked guy in his kitchen had been. “What do you mean?”

Principal Anders spread her fingers wide across the papers fanned out on her desktop. “He came forward and spoke with the lawyer and a school board official a few days ago.”

“He did
what
?” Colby’s jaw went slack.

“He defended you, Colby, taking full responsibility for what happened back then. He stated that you tried to help him and he ran away because of his father.”

Colby’s brain scrambled. Keats had come forward? Had Rowan seen him? “I don’t know what to say.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “You didn’t know he was going to do that?”

Well, that answered one of his questions. He swallowed hard. “You know who he is.”

She nodded. “He requested a private meeting with no school staff there, but I saw him walking out afterward. I pulled him aside to talk to him.”

Colby rubbed a hand over his face. He was so fucking fired.

“It took some convincing to get him to talk to me, but when I told him your job was on the line, he told me the story. He promised me nothing had happened between you two back then.” She smirked. “And he told me to hook him up to a lie detector test if I didn’t believe him. There may have been a few expletives involved in that last part.”

Colby blew out a breath. “I know it looks bad, Rowan, but he’s telling the truth.”

She tapped a finger on her desk. “I know.”

He looked up, surprised.

She gave him a small smile. “I’ve been in this position long enough to have a pretty good bullshit meter. If I had believed anything bad had happened back then, I would’ve never hired you in the first place. Plus, I met Adam Keats’s father the other day and don’t trust him as far as I could throw him.”

“The guy’s scum.”

“Yeah, I got that.”

Colby scrubbed a hand through his hair. “So what happens now? Are you going to tell the board what you know?”

She shook her head. “In my opinion, that has no bearing on the current case. They’ve interviewed who they need to and have the pertinent information. Two teachers from Hickory Point vouched for you. Adam Keats vouched for you. And Travis told his doctors at the inpatient facility that he hid his plans from you and left too fast for you to get any real information out of him. The only person who had anything negative to say was Adam’s father. Travis’s parents don’t have any evidence to really back up a court case at this point. What happened to their son was unfortunate but not anyone’s fault. Their lawyer has advised them not to pursue a case.”

All the starch drained out of him. “They’re going to drop it?”

She gave him a full smile now. “Yes. And if the board had any notions about continuing to investigate you anyway, I told them that you could sue their pants off for discrimination for the homosexual comment they made. I almost threw something at Martin Davis when he asked you that question.”

Colby stared at her, afraid to believe what she was saying. “So . . .”

“You’re cleared, Colby,” she declared, triumph in her voice. “You can come back to school after the Thanksgiving break.”

Colby sagged in his seat, relief flooding him. “Holy shit, Rowan. I can’t even tell you how happy I am to hear that.”

“And”—she leaned forward like she was going to tell him a secret—“if you’re still open to it, I’d like to move you to full time after the first of the year.”

“Seriously?”

“A principal never kids,” she said, pulling a stern face.

“I could kiss you right now.”

She laughed. “How about you save that for the good-looking guy you have at home.”

He grinned. “I definitely will.”

She stood and put her hand out. “I’m glad to have you back on the team, Colby. The kids have missed you. We all have.”

He took her hand and shook it as he stood. “I’ve missed them, too. I can’t wait to get back to it.”

Colby left the school feeling so good he couldn’t stop himself from whistling a tune on the way out. He couldn’t wait to get home and share his news. And tell his two sneaky lovers what they were going to get for keeping this secret from him. Because he had no doubt Georgia knew exactly what Keats had done.

Hiding things was a no-no.

But it was going to be oh-so-fun delivering the consequences.

—

Colby leaned against the doorway to Keats’s bedroom, watching as Keats’s fingers moved over his guitar. He had a look of full concentration—tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth, brows drawn—as he tried out a few different combinations of chords for whatever song he was working on. There might as well have been a sign around his neck that said Creative Genius at Work.

Colby took his time soaking in the view, knowing that Keats was so involved he hadn’t noticed him standing there yet. Colby didn’t think he’d ever been more drawn to a guy. The shy teenager had grown into a man who was so quietly amazing, Colby couldn’t get his head around it. This kid, who’d had no fucking shot growing up with that scum of a father, had survived on his own on the streets without any help. He’d kept his shit together enough to not end up in jail or hooked on drugs. He hadn’t taken the easy way out for anything. And though he was still getting on his feet now, he’d somehow managed to become a man with so much heart and loyalty that Colby was damn humbled. He hadn’t been half the man Keats was when he was twenty-three.

“I had a meeting at school today,” Colby said quietly.

Keats looked up from his guitar, his fingers pausing midstrum. He pushed his hair behind his ear. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Principal Anders informed me that the long-dead Adam Keats magically appeared to make a statement to the school board officials a few days ago. A miracle. Runaway kid all grown up just strolling in to set everything right.”

“Imagine that. Must be a full moon. I’ve heard that’s when people come back from the dead.”

“Keats,” he said, stepping into the room. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He shrugged like it was no big thing. “You’re a good teacher and shouldn’t be getting dicked around for something that wasn’t your fault. Plus, I wasn’t going to let my father fuck things up for you. I knew he wasn’t going to take back what he’d said about you, so I did what I needed to do.”

“Thank you.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Though saying thank you doesn’t seem like enough. You went to see your dad first, didn’t you?”

He blew out a breath and set the guitar aside. “It was time.”

The idea of Keats having to face that man again made Colby sick to his stomach. “You shouldn’t have gone alone.”

“I didn’t. George went with me.”

“Oh, well, I’m glad.” It was probably good Colby hadn’t been there anyway. All those years ago, Colby had held back his opinion because he was a teacher, and Alan Keats was a parent of one of his students. But if that man said one cross word to Keats now, Colby probably would’ve knocked the bastard off his feet.

“I’m sure you’ll be shocked to find out that he’s still a heartless asshole,” Keats said dryly. “Apparently, he knew all along I was in Dallas but didn’t bother to look me up.”

“God, Keats.”

Keats leaned against the headboard and pulled a knee up. “But I got to see my older brother, so it was worth dealing with my dad for a few minutes. And hopefully it helped you out, too.”

“Helped me out? They gave me my job back. I don’t even know what to say to you right now.”

His face broke into a broad smile. “You got it back?”

“They’re even going to make me full time after the Christmas break.”

“Holy shit, that’s great. I mean, I hoped I could help, but I didn’t know how much damage my father had already done.”

“Your father did more than enough. You sure you’re okay after seeing him?”

He rubbed a hand over his jaw. “I’m all right. He was my dad. I’m used to that. But you should’ve seen how pissed George got. She looked ready to take a swing at him.”

Colby smirked. “I have a feeling Georgia would have no problem going to the mat for the people she cares about.”

Keats’s smile was wry. “It was kind of hot, her going into badass mode.”

“Yeah? Maybe one day we can convince her to try out the domme role on you for real. I know a good trainer who could show her a few things.”

He shifted on the bed. “I’m not sure I’d survive both of you topping me, but I’d sure be willing to try.”

“Such a martyr, Keats.”

He laughed. “Yep, a really horny martyr.”

Colby moved Keats’s guitar to the floor and scooted up the bed to sit next to him. “Not getting tired of us old folks yet?”

“Shut the fuck up with that crap,” Keats groused. “You act like you’re hobbling around on a cane.”

“I do own a cane.”

Keats sniffed. “I’m not talking about the kind you torture people with.”

“There’s another kind?” Colby asked innocently.

Keats shoved him, but Colby captured Keats’s wrist before he could take his hand back. He dragged Keats closer, bringing their faces inches apart. “No one’s ever put themselves out there for me like you did. I can’t tell you how much that means to me, Keats. But you know that you don’t owe me anything, right?”

The light in Keats’s eyes darkened, and his jaw clenched. “You think I did it because I owed you?”

“You’re a guy who doesn’t like to leave a debt.”

“No, I’m the guy who has your back. You needed my help. I gave it to you. Maybe you should learn how to accept help as much as you like to dish it out.”

The comment landed square. “You know, sometimes you’re smarter than you look.”

“Fuck you,” he said, his smile returning.

“Funny, that’s exactly what I had in mind.”

Keats gave him an up-and-down look. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, Georgia’s cooking dinner over at her place to celebrate with us. What do you say I bring my toy bag, and we give her a go with a little control tonight?”

“I say I’ll be the happiest fucker in the neighborhood.”

Colby closed the last sliver of space between them and kissed him, letting his appreciation for all that Keats had done for him spill into it. This guy was turning out to be so much more than a fun time or a training relationship. Colby knew it before today, but now he couldn’t pretend to deny it. This was getting serious.
He
was getting serious—about a twenty-three-year-old kid who would soon realize he still had oats to sow and a woman who was going to move away in a few weeks.

He’d waited this long to let his heart get involved with someone, and he’d picked the two people with the highest flight risk.

Way to go, Wilkes.