Raising the Bar (8 page)

Harper grinned. “Yeah, well, glad to know you like the look of me. ’Cause, Doc, I sure as hell like the look of you.”

“Freddy?”

Harper sighed. “I can’t explain it. I want her, and I want you, but I don’t want to screw it up. Except it’s not just that.”

Harper didn’t know how to explain what he felt to be right. “I’ve always wanted a steady partner. But I always saw myself with a guy. I’m not trying to freak you out or anything with delusions of happily ever after. I mean, we barely know each other.”

“Relax, Harper. I know what you mean.”

No, he didn’t. Because Harper wanted to keep Dylan around. Maybe on a permanent basis. And if things worked out with Freddy the way Harper hoped they might, he thought he’d keep her too. The more Harper thought about it, the more he wanted to settle down. Have kids, get married, or at least be in a committed relationship. Though Dylan had talked about a threesome as if it were a multiheaded hydra too problematic to handle, Harper wanted to make it work.

A man to satisfy him. A woman to soften him. Two people to round out the edges, not just one. It felt
right
to him. But he had a feeling rushing Dylan would be a huge mistake. So he’d use Dylan to get closer to Freddy, to feel her out, see if she could work with them the way he’d imagined.

“So you want us to have sex with Freddy. Together.” Dylan sounded interested. A good sign.

“And if it’s as hot as I think it will be, maybe to date her. To try things out.”

“You, me and Freddy?” Dylan asked, skeptical.

“At the least, we fuck. She’s had a relationship with two guys before. I’ve asked around, so I think she’ll be in to it. I’ve been dying to taste her pussy. You can’t tell me it wouldn’t be incredible to have me and her sucking and fucking you.” Harper closed a hand over Dylan’s rock-hard cock. “Or you and her kissing me? Both of us fucking her together? Ass and pussy, or mouth and pussy?” Oh yeah. Dylan was hard.

“You have quite an imagination.” Dylan leaned close to kiss him. And when the sly doc squeezed his hand around Harper’s shaft, he slid through the wetness gathering at Harper’s slit. “But you’d split that poor girl in two. If we take her, let me inside her poor ass.”

“I hate to break it to you, but you’re not that small. You want her ass, fine. I’m game for anything.”

Dylan rolled over him so that Harper lay on his back, Dylan on top. “You sure about that? And if I want inside your sexy ass one day?”

“For you, I’ll make an exception.” Harper returned Dylan’s kiss, needing him again. “But after we get Freddy.”

“Agreed. But if she’s not in to two guys going at it, what then? We take her in a regular ménage? No touching except through her? Or maybe she’ll just want to be with you.”

“Or you. But if she doesn’t want us both, she’s not the woman I thought she was.” Harper shook his head. “I want us all to be together, Dylan. You and me and her. If she’s right for us, she’s right for
us
.”

“Oh hell. I’m in. But we need to be quiet about it. It’s not about hiding who I am or anything but, hell, two partners at once is new to me. My practice thrives on discretion. And I can definitely tell you that many of my patients aren’t comfortable with their own sexuality, let alone their doctor’s.”

Harper chuckled. “I get you. Now spread those strong thighs. Better yet, why don’t you kneel over my face and let me suck that hanging fruit?”

“You and your fruit.” But Dylan didn’t argue. Now they just had to find and pin down the elusive Freddy Thompson. After Harper played with his doctor, of course.

Chapter Five

When Saturday night rolled into Sunday, Freddy figured she’d had enough. She’d covered for one of her missing bartenders on her night off, and she deserved a break. After the crowd died down and Ben took over, she’d bunk down in one of the spare rooms for the night.

Just as she finished her shift, she saw Harper sitting at a corner table with a few friends. No Dylan in sight, which made it a good time to speak with him about
Derrick
. As she neared the table, he turned and saw her.

He said goodbye to his friends and gave her a wide smile. “Hey, Freddy. How about we get a drink?” Harper stood and gently tugged her away, catcalls and wolf whistles sounding behind them.

The crowded dining area had been turned into a dance floor, and they had to skirt dozens of gyrating and barely clad bodies to find a quieter spot on the outskirts of the room again.

She didn’t want to have to yell to be heard, so she grabbed his hand and pulled him with her into a small supply closet down the hall.

“Hot damn,” Harper swore. “I finally get closet time with Freddy Thompson.”

“Shut up.” She laughed. Her gaze met his and she had a hard time staring without drooling. He really was one of the best-looking men she knew. She liked that rough, mean look. The big guy with a bad temper who never needed to unleash it. Or so she’d heard. She’d never seen Harper mad. Just sexy and flirty.

“So do I get to kiss you now or later?” Harper murmured and stepped closer. His hand rested on her shoulder, perilously close to her breast.

Warmth immediately flooded her sex. Freddy blew out a breath.
Down, girl.
You know he’s just teasing.
“I need to talk to you about something serious.”

He took his hand away and his smile faded. “You okay, honey?”

“It’s not me. It’s you.”

He frowned.

“I know this isn’t my place, and I hate telling you this, but… Well, are you and Dylan an item now?”

“An item?” Harper shrugged. “I guess you could say that.”

“Then you’re a couple. Just the two of you.”

He narrowed his gaze on her and she flushed. “I know this is none of my business, but you see, a week ago I saw Dylan and his
girlfriend
. Together. They’re pretty chummy and I got the impression she has no idea he comes here to be with guys.”

“Really?” Harper looked stunned.

“Yeah. Sydney seems like a nice person. But—”

“Sydney? You saw him with Sydney?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, Harper. I know this isn’t my place, but so many guys around here like to play around. They’re married when it counts and gay when it doesn’t.”

“It always counts when you’re gay.” He winked, his humor unaffected.

“I’m glad you can laugh at this. I feel bad for saying anything, but I thought, if it was me, I’d want to know if my partner was unfaithful. And you’ve always struck me as a decent guy.”

“Thanks. I think.” He smiled at her.

Probably covering up that hurt with a manly show of “it doesn’t bother me, little miss
”
. She sighed.

“So tell me, did you talk to Dylan about this?” he asked.

“I would have. But he had the nerve to call himself ‘Derrick’ and pretend he didn’t know me. What a jerk.”

“Huh.” Harper turned away. “Would you…” He paused. “Do you think we could go to my room and talk about this? I need some space, and this closet is not it.”

“Sure thing, Harper. Your room?” He kept a room on hand on the weekends, though he hadn’t used it in a while—with the exception of last week. She liked to keep tabs on her VIP guests, and she readily admitted to paying more attention to Harper than she should have.

He nodded and let her walk him out. She looked over her shoulder at him a few times, making sure he was okay, and led him up the stairs. They entered his room and he shut the door behind them. It automatically locked, enclosing them in silence. A light flicked on in front of them, illuminating the small suite.

To her shock, Dylan stood half-dressed, leaning against the dresser.

She glanced at Harper, who didn’t seem surprised. So Harper wanted a confrontation with his lover. Well, she’d give him one.

“Dylan.” Harper nodded.

“Harper.” Dylan stared from him to Freddy with a frown on his face. “Everything okay?”

“No, everything is not okay.” She marched into his personal space and poked him.
God, what a perfect chest. Barely any body hair, and so much sculpted muscle. Focus, Freddy. Focus.
“I saw you, Dylan. You and your
girlfriend
. Or should I call you ‘Derrick’?”

He blinked and looked to Harper. “Is this for real?”

“Yep.” Harper crossed his arms. “She didn’t want to butt in, but she wanted to help me out. You’re apparently a user and a cheat.”

“You probably mean a liar and cheat, but okay.” Dylan calmly turned to her again. “Go on.”

She didn’t understand why he wanted to continue the pretense of civility, but she wouldn’t let him get away with lying to Harper. “Harper knows. You’re playing at being gay while you date your straight-laced girlfriend.”

He snorted. “If you’re talking about Sydney, I highly doubt that woman is straight-laced. She’s a wild one. Keeps Derrick hopping.”

“Do you often refer to yourself in the third person?” she asked icily, feeling for Harper, who took the opportunity to step up and stand behind her. Problem was, that put her in closer contact with Dylan. “Um, Harper?”

“Isn’t she something?” he asked Dylan and sighed. “So cute and caring, but with a hot temper. And she’s not wearing a bra. I love when she goes without, especially when she’s wearing a thin silk shirt. Like this one.” Harper put his hands around her and covered her less-than-ample chest.

Her nipples peaked as if she’d stepped into subzero weather, and she felt embarrassingly wet. “Harper, what are you
doing
?”

“I want you like you can’t believe.” He rubbed against her, and she felt something hard prod her lower back.

“But you’re gay.”

Dylan chuckled. “Can I explain the situation?”

“Oh, please do.” She glared at him. The cheater.

“Harper is not gay. Like me, he’s bi.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Harper nuzzled her neck and squeezed her nipples, and she couldn’t move, glued to the hot body behind her.

“Also, for the record, Derrick and I are two separate people. He’s my twin brother, and Sydney, his girlfriend, lives with him. I expect they’ll be engaged by Christmas, in another…two weeks. Oh wow, I’d better get shopping.”

“Wait. What?”

Harper nipped her ear. “You saw his twin, not Dylan. We’re both bi, and we want to make love to you tonight. Now. How about it?”

Freddy had to be dreaming.

“I think she wants it,” Dylan murmured. “Her pupils are dilated. She’s breathing fast. And her nipples are hard. Tight little beads. May I?”

Harper released one, and Dylan cupped her. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re nice and firm. I want to suck those pretty nipples. Can I?”

“B-but…”

“We want you, Freddy. Yes or no?” Dylan smiled. “But if you say yes, you have to know we’ll
all
be touching each other. Everywhere.”

“Oh God,” she moaned. “Am I dreaming?” Then she watched Dylan closely. “Kiss him. Right now. In front of me.”

Harper chuckled behind her, his mirth vibrating through her body. “You heard her, Doc. Plant one on me.”

Dylan shrugged. “Come here.”

Harper let go of her and circled to Dylan. She stared, wide-eyed, at the hottest kiss she’d ever seen. Dylan and Harper kissed and touched, grinding against one another. The play of light over Dylan’s arms was only slightly more appealing than seeing Harper grab his ass and hump him.

Harper let him go, both men breathing hard, and Dylan turned to her. Without asking, he took her mouth in a devastating kiss. He tasted masculine, and when he pulled back, she followed, not wanting it to end. Harper watching so closely made it that much naughtier.

“Yes or no, Freddy?” Harper rasped.

“Are you kidding me?
Hell yes.
”

She lost a bit of herself after that. Harper got naked. Dylan got naked. And then they both started stripping her down, touching her and petting her while they removed her shoes, socks and pants. Her panties they dragged down with agonizing slowness.

“I can’t wait,” Harper said, his voice hoarse. And then he shoved his face between her legs and licked.

“Harper.”

Dylan shook his head, his grin broad. “He’s pretty bossy in the bedroom.” Dylan stared at her mouth, then her chest and then the back of Harper’s head. “So you’ve done this before? Two guys?”

“Y-yes.” She moaned. “God, it’s been so long.”

“He has a great mouth.” Dylan licked his lips. “But mine’s better.”

Harper pulled away to say, “Bullshit,” before returning to eat her out.

Her legs shook, and she worried she’d come before they really got started. Harper and Dylan. A threesome with her fantasy team.

“Harper, let her go. She’s not completely naked yet.”

He gave her one last lick before moving back and rising to his feet. Moving behind her once more, he removed her shirt, the last piece of clothing to go, then held her waist while Dylan neared.

Dylan paid a lot of attention to her breasts, which were B-cups at best. “You’re gorgeous. And that pretty blond hair is prone to curl, hmm?” He cupped her mound, then shoved two fingers inside her, past her slick heat. “So wet,” he moaned.