Reckless Abandon (11 page)

“Marcus.” Jordan nearly bit out his name, and Marcus felt tremendous pride that he could bring such a strong and dynamic man to the edge of his control so quickly.

Turning, he gripped the edge of the tub, his knees on the bench so he could lift himself higher, lean over, and give his lover free, easy access.

“No, not on the bench. Stand up, sweetheart, and brace your legs apart and away from the wall of the tub and then lean over.” Marcus complied instantly even as he wondered why Jordan wanted this different, more difficult position. Then he had no time to wonder as the cold glide of lubricant caressed his anus. He shivered, braced for the wonderful sensation of hot cock sliding into him. His body knew Jordan and adapted easily to the invasion. The slow slide
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in, then retreat, just to slide home again spread such tingles of delight through every part of his body that Marcus groaned, lost in bliss.

The water rippled, and a hot feminine mouth closed over his cock.

Oh, God
. Now he understood what Jordan had been doing when he’d ordered this position—making room for their woman. The double seduction nearly overwhelmed him in the first moment.

Jordan bit his shoulder. “Don’t come,” he warned.

Marcus sobbed, the challenge to his will nearly too much. On the bench before him Chastity sucked his cock, running her tongue along his shaft, one hand caressing his balls while the other splayed up his chest to tease a nipple.

“You’ll kill me,” he said, half in jest. The laugh that had wanted to erupt morphed into a moan of total delight. He’d never been the focus of two lovers at the same time. No wonder Chastity had screamed when she’d come.

“If I get a choice, it’s how I want to go,” Jordan said. His hands gripped Marcus’s hips and he could feel the tension in the man’s body and marveled at the force of will that kept his thrusts measured and slow.

Marcus flexed the fingers of his left hand then played them through Chastity’s soft brown hair. Her mouth, hot and wet, moved in nearly the same cadence as Jordan’s hips, and Marcus marveled at the primitive passion swirling, rising as if it had a life and a will of its own. He didn’t know if he could hold back his orgasm much longer in the face of such ardent stimulus.

The sounds that emerged from his throat conveyed desperation.

Jordan leaned closer, his chin on Marcus’s shoulder.

“I think our man wants to come, baby,” Jordan said. Marcus realized he looked down at and spoke to Chastity.

She looked up, and Marcus loved the sparkle in her eyes even as she made some kind of sound around his cock, and the vibration nearly undid him.

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“
Fuck
!” They had shattered his control all to hell and he knew he could no longer hold back the flood of rapture.

“Come for us, then, Marcus.”

Thank God
. He didn’t think the echo of Jordan’s words had died before he felt his orgasm erupt. His gripped the side of the tub with both hands, clenching tight as stream after stream of semen exploded from his body. Jordan’s thrusts, hard and fast and deep, told him the other man came at the same time.

Marcus had never experienced such a fierce orgasm. Convulsions rippled through him after the last drop of liquid left his body, aftershocks that threatened to take the last ounce of strength from his legs. He only vaguely noted that Chastity gently caressed his chest and abdomen and that Jordan stroked a hand up and down his back.

“Oh, God, I don’t know if I have the energy to crawl to bed,” he said.

Chastity had gently relinquished his now flaccid cock. She slid a few inches down the bench so she no longer sat directly in front of him.

“Can’t carry you, sweetie,” she said through a yawn.

He managed to turn himself around so he could sink down beside her. Then he put his right arm around her, pulling her into a hug.

Jordan settled on her other side, and enveloped them both into his embrace.

“We’ll rest a moment, then give it a try,” Jordan said. “If we
do
make it to the bed, we’ll all sleep well.” Marcus heard satiation in his tone, and the sigh Chastity brushed across his chest echoed the sentiment.

Having them both really is better than anything I’ve ever
imagined
. And Marcus knew he would do whatever it took to make sure this new relationship not only worked, but thrived.

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“I guess I should go home.”

“Why?”

Chastity turned her head to look at Jordan. He lay on his side on the bed facing her. His arm propped up his head, and morning stubble shaded his face. His long brown hair looked deliciously mussed, and his eyes held sleepy amusement.

Marcus had just kissed her, then Jordan, and bounded out of bed.

He’d told them both to stay put. He would bring breakfast to them.

Warmth and contentment had filled her body, chasing away the usual regimented logic she’d lived by all her adult life. Her words had belonged to her old self, and yet….

“Because I live there.”

“You live wherever you happen to be at the moment. Your clothes are there. And maybe for a while you’ll want to keep a separate space, because I think there’s a part of you that doubts the reality of this and is trying to pull back, away from it and us. So knowing you still have a place to go is probably a good idea. However, I had hoped that you would want to live here. We both do.”

“So soon?” He exuded self-confidence, but she couldn’t imagine how even a man as self-assured as Jordan seemed to be could make such a decision after so short a period of time.

In response he pulled the sheet down to her waist and petted her breasts. “Can’t you see how right we all are together? How did you feel last night when Marcus and I began to make love?”

“You know how I felt. Aroused. I wanted to be a part of it, a part of you both.”

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“I know.” Then he narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you dare say that was just sex, either. You’ve never been casual about physical intimacy in your life. You’re not about to suddenly change your nature and become a party girl now.”

Chastity smiled. “How did you know what I was thinking?”

“Because despite the brevity of the time that we’ve been involved, I do know you.”

“You confuse me.” She closed her eyes and stretched. Hard to miss the twinges that action produced. She ached in places she’d not even known she had.

Last night, Chastity hadn’t even wanted to think about what came next. Would they enjoy a few romps together and then go their separate ways? Was she just the latest playmate to grace these sheets?

She’d put it all out of her mind, focusing instead on the moment.

Nothing she’d experienced with these two men answered that question, one way or another. She felt at home in this bed. She felt at home with these men.

Deep down she knew how very desperately she wanted that sense of belonging, how very much she needed this to be real and lasting and so she was afraid to trust it.

Maybe it
would
be better to step back, reconsider. Think everything through in her usual thorough, careful way.

“You’re our first,” Marcus said. “And I’m hoping our
only
.” Chastity opened her eyes, then propped herself up in the bed when she saw the trolley he had wheeled in. Abruptly, his words penetrated.

She looked at him, then met Jordan’s steady stare.

“We’ve had no other woman here, Chastity. I think we’ve been waiting for you.”

“I just don’t know what it all means. If you’re looking for a commitment this soon—I want to be sure but…”

“You should keep your place for a while, then, until you are sure,” Marcus said in his reasonable, no-nonsense way. He handed her a cup
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of coffee, and she couldn’t help but notice that he’d fixed it exactly right.

She doubted either her grandmother or her former fiancé could have said how she liked her coffee. A tiny detail, but telling.

“And when you are sure, we’ll move you over here.”

“I signed a lease,” Chastity pointed out, her rational side again coming to the fore. “In fact, I just renewed it last month, for two years.”

“You planned to move Mr. Perfect into your place?” Jordan asked.

Chastity felt her face color. “So I signed the lease without even thinking about the fact that I was supposed to be getting married.”

“I think you must have known, deep down, that Clayton wasn’t right for you,” Marcus said. He handed her a saucer with a pastry on it. She set the small plate down on her lap and picked up what looked like a Danish pastry. One bite had her rolling her eyes in near orgasmic-pleasure.

“Did I mention that our man loves to bake, too?” Jordan asked with barely suppressed laughter.

“Oh, God, that’s good. My stomach is all for staying.”

“And when it comes time to give up your security blanket across the hall, you won’t have to worry about negotiating with the landlord,” Marcus bent over and kissed her cheek. “I own the building, and I promise, I can be very reasonable with the right incentive. Go over to your place later today and get your stuff organized. Only come back here when you’re done. We want to keep you.”

“I’m not a puppy,” she protested, laughing.

“I think a puppy would be considerably less work,” Jordan said.

“Possibly, but you can be sure I won’t pee on the Oriental carpet in the living room. Well, unless you order me to, that is.” Marcus roared with laughter. “The two of you are very much alike. This is going to be so much fun.”
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* * * *

“Do you want a hand with anything?”

Chastity looked over to where Jordan sprawled in the lounge chair, his feet up, book open on his lap. He looked exactly like what he was—the lord of the manor in repose.

They’d had a wonderful breakfast that had turned into a tender session of cuddling and kissing. Chastity had been between them in the big bed, and enjoyed every moment of it.

She’d gotten up, helped Marcus with the clearing up despite his protests, then had a quick, hot shower.

She felt loose and limber and curiously light of spirit. In fact, she felt better right now than she could ever remember feeling. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to bring a few clothes and books over from across the hall. She could also program her telephone so that any calls would be forwarded here.

If she got uncomfortable, or decided things weren’t working out, it would be a simple matter to go back to her own place.

“I’m only going to get a couple of outfits, and the books I’m currently reading.”

“Books, plural? You read more than one book at a time?”

“I always have. Don’t ask me why.”

Jordan shook his head, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I won’t ask, but only because I
did
ask Marcus exactly that. He does the same thing and his answer didn’t make any sense to me at all.” Chastity laughed. “I know. Marcus and I actually have a lot in common when it comes to reading material and habits. Anyway, I won’t be gone very long.”

“We’re not going anywhere. And Marcus did mention the possibility of lasagna for dinner.”

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Chastity closed her eyes. She loved lasagna, and had the feeling that Marcus’s version would become addictive after one bite. “I’m going to get fat.”

“We’ll make sure you get a lot of exercise.” Chastity scooped up her purse and headed for the door, laughing.

She had never enjoyed this kind of bantering camaraderie, but she liked it very much. How could just a couple of days bring such a complete change to her life?

She had laughed more, and felt more in the last seventy-two hours than she had in the last few years.

She had only to close her eyes and bring to mind the times she’d spent with Blake over the last several months. The picture she conjured looked so very different from these last few days. How could she have been on the verge of settling for such a boring, loveless existence?

Not that she was falling in love with Jordan and Marcus, necessarily. Just because it thrilled her to be with them and she had enjoyed every moment they’d spent together didn’t mean she was falling in love with them.

Her belly clenched and her heart felt as if it actually had turned over in her chest. All right, maybe she felt something for them.

You feel more for Jordan and Marcus already than you ever felt
for Blake
.

Yes, she did. And she didn’t like what that said about her having chosen Blake Clayton as a fiancé, either.

Thank God the man had shown his true colors.

Chastity shut the door behind her and crossed the corridor, passing the elevator on her way to her own apartment. She slid her key into the lock and the door opened easily.

Inside she felt as if she plunged into another world—her old world of order and duty, but no joy.

There had been no joy or laughter in her life before she’d said yes to Jordan. The shiver took her unexpectedly and she pushed it away.

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This apartment, as beautiful and exclusive as it appeared, felt cold now. Cold and inhospitable. She’d never thought herself a fanciful person—or a passionate one. Could it be possible she’d submerged her true self all these years?

Pushing aside the bizarre thought, she strode across her large, well-appointed living room toward the hall and her bedroom. She’d grab some things and let her thoughts settle.

As soon as she stepped into her bedroom, her eyes immediately went to her bed. Why were her silk scarves tied to the brass headboard?

Arms grabbed her from behind. Chastity screeched and began to fight, the overwhelming scent of cologne telling her who had attacked her, but not why.

“I’ve been waiting for you. Can you tell?”

“How did you get in here?”

“Gertrude gave me her key. I convinced her that I was winning you back, and a nice romantic surprise would seal the deal.”