Riding Out the Storm (4 page)

“I
have a wireless stick. But it’s taking awhile.”

Zach
turned to Jill. “Did you bring a book?”

“No,
I didn’t really plan on having any down time.” She grinned at Ethan and curled
up on the bed beside him.

He
smiled back and dropped a kiss to her soft mouth, drawing it out just a bit too
long. Blood surged to his groin, and he closed his hand into a fist to stop
himself from reaching under her sweatshirt.

Oblivious,
Zach folded his hands behind his head and flopped back on his own mattress. “Right,
so what am I supposed to do?”

“You
can try my laptop.” Ethan held the machine out, one-handed.

Zach
ignored him and propped himself on his elbow to face them. “I tell you what. You
two have sex and I’ll watch.”

Ethan
denied the flash of arousal that shot through him at the thought, intensified
by the way Jill sucked in a breath. Ethan closed the laptop and set it on the
bedside table, not looking at either of them. “What? No.”

“Come
on. It could be my own personal porn show.”

“Why
do guys like to watch porn, anyway?” Jill rested her hand on Ethan’s chest as
she looked across him to Zach. “Do you imagine yourself there? Being the one
fucking the girl?”

“Why
do you read those sexy romances?” Zach countered. “Do you imagine yourself
fucking the guy?”

“It’s
different. It’s in my imagination, not on a TV screen.” She turned her head
toward Ethan. “Do you watch porn, Ethan?”

He
was having the damnedest time controlling his erection. He’d never spoken
openly about sex, about porn, with Kit. Maybe he should have. Still, he could
feel heat creep up his throat. “Sometimes.”

“Ah,
don’t let him fool you. All guys jerk off every day. If he’s not watching porn,
he’s fantasizing about someone.”

Jill
curved her fingers against his cheek and smiled. “Me. Fantasizing about me.”

“You
bet.” He leaned down and kissed her softly, turning just enough that his
hard-on brushed the back of her hand. He took her gasp of awareness into his
mouth and despite himself, moved against her again.

“Hey,
look, found a baseball game,” Zach announced, cranking up the volume.

Jill
nestled closer to Ethan. “I feel warmer just seeing the sunshine.”

“I’ll
keep you warm,” Ethan said, aware of how possessive he sounded and not much
caring. He shifted so she was closer to the TV, and he curved his body around
her, resting his hand on her stomach. Her ass nestled against his erection and
she gave a sigh of satisfaction that told him she knew just what she was doing.

“I’m
going to get under the covers,” she announced, thinking he could have all the
freedom he wanted to touch her under there, without Zach seeing.

Zach
didn’t look away from the television and Ethan helped her slide under the
flimsy blanket and bedspread before he joined her. Once they were settled, he
slipped his hand under the hem of her sweatshirt and covered her breast, his
fingers plucking her taut nipple. Her breath stuttered, and she reached inside
the waistband of his sweatpants. Her long clever fingers wrapped around his
hard cock and she swirled her thumb over the head before sliding down the
length in a long, practiced stroke. He choked at the sensation. She squeezed
and stroked with surprising dexterity, considering the angle.

Zach’s
gaze flicked in their direction and he rolled his eyes, but turned back to the
game. “I’m not going back out there just so the two of you can fuck.”

“We’re
not asking you to,” Jill said, but removed her hand from Ethan’s cock.

Ethan
almost groaned his frustration. Damn it, he usually had more control than this,
but on top of his desire for Jill, he was turned on by touching her with Zach
just a few feet away. Jesus, what a pervert.

“No,
you’re just fumbling around under there like teenagers who think Daddy doesn’t
know what’s going on.” He turned onto his side on the bed. “Let me watch.”

Ethan
felt a shudder of desire tremble through her body, and he tightened his grip on
her breast as another surge of lust rushed to his cock. On one hand, he wanted
to protect Jill, to keep her to himself. On the other hand, Jesus, he wanted to
be inside her. And they wouldn’t be getting rid of Zach any time soon.

Chivalry
beat out libido. “I don’t think so.” Ethan withdrew his hand from under her
sweatshirt and rolled onto his back, unable to touch her without this
uncontrollable hunger. She shifted away with a frustrated sigh of her own.

“I
won’t talk or touch or give pointers or anything. It would just be really hot
to watch.”

“I’ve
seen myself have sex before,” Ethan said. “Not as hot as you’d think.”

“Filmed
yourself?” Zach asked, with a grin.

“When
my ex-wife and I were having trouble. We thought it would make it sexier.
Turned out the
idea
of seeing ourselves was sexier than actually seeing
ourselves. We didn’t have sex for a long time after that.”

“I
find that hard to believe.” Zach sat up. “You look pretty athletic.”

“But
not acrobatic. Not graceful in the least.”

“Strong,
though,” Jill chimed in. “He had me up against the wall.”

“I
never could master that with you.”

A
flash of jealousy and something else shot through Ethan. Was it desire at the
picture Zach’s words conjured? His hard-on had taken control of his common
sense, if he was getting turned on by the image of his woman screwing her old
boyfriend.

“So
what’s the craziest sex you’ve ever had?” Zach asked, oblivious to the
direction of Ethan’s thoughts.

Jill
forced a laugh and tossed her head. “Making love to a co-worker in the middle
of a blizzard.”

Zach
snorted. “You can do better than that.”

She
narrowed her eyes at him, probably warning him against saying anything, which
only heightened Ethan’s curiosity.

“What
about you?” Ethan asked, wondering if he’d regret the question.

Zach
grinned. “A four-way.”

“Three
girls, no doubt,” Jill said, eliminating Ethan’s worry that she had been part
of it. She’d told him she’d been wild, but he didn’t know the extent. Maybe he’d
find out tonight.

Zach
shook his head. “Two girls and a guy.”

Ethan
turned onto his side again and curved his hand on Jill’s hip. He let his
fingers stroke up and down through the jeans. She moved back into his erection
and bumped gently.

“Did
you fuck the guy?” Ethan asked, his voice hoarse with his arousal.

“No,
and I didn’t take it, either. I fucked my girl and his. His girl licked my girl
off while I was inside her. That was hot. Really fucking hot. And the girls got
each other off, a couple of times. Once while the other guy was sucking my
dick.”

“You
let him?” Ethan and Jill asked together, and Ethan’s hand tightened on her hip.

Zach
shrugged like it was no big deal. “The girls wanted to see it. And they
fingered each other while he did it, so yeah, totally worth it.”

Jill
shifted to look at him. “Have you ever done a three-way?” she asked Ethan.

He
could barely focus on her, needing to ease the ache in his balls. Christ, he
didn’t think—he never thought a situation like this would make him so hot. He cleared
his throat. “Uh. Yeah.”

“Two
guys or two girls?”

“Two
girls.”

“Now
see, I don’t get that. You only have one dick, and they have two holes. Why do
you want two girls?”

“Girl
on girl,” both men said together.

“Was
one your wife?”

He
shook his head. “In college. And like Zach said, one licked off the other while
I was fucking her. Amazing sensation.”

Jill
shivered at the image. The last thing she expected was for Ethan to admit to a
dark side. Right now she was so swollen and wet, she didn’t care who watched,
as long as she got to come. She shouldn’t be thinking about this, shouldn’t be
wanting it, but she did. She wanted Zach to watch her fuck Ethan. She wanted
Zach to touch her while she did, and maybe even fuck her, too.

But
how could she give in to that fantasy without alienating Ethan? Without going
back to the wild child she’d left behind? They had only begun their affair, and
she wanted to see where it could go. Their relationship wouldn’t go anywhere if
she let another man fuck her in front of him. Had she not learned anything in
her year off?

Maybe
she needed to go walk out in the blizzard to cool off a bit. Instead, she sat
up, wiped her hands along her jeans, and headed for the bathroom.

“Whoa,
where are you going?” Zach asked.

She
didn’t look at him. “To get ready for bed.”

“Sweetheart,
you told me what you planned to wear for bed. You’ll freeze your pretty titties
off wearing it.”

She
rolled her eyes. “I meant brushing my teeth, stuff like that. Do I have your
permission to pass?”

He
swept his hand in the direction of the bathroom. She heard the rumble of the
men’s voices as she attended to her needs—not her most pressing need—and tried
to make out their words. Despite the thin walls of the motel, she couldn’t, not
with the TV on. She hoped they were being civil, especially after Zach’s
remarks. She hadn’t seen them interact much in the office and certainly hadn’t
expected to be spending this much time with both of them.

While
a part of her was aroused by the idea of Zach watching, she didn’t want to turn
Ethan off. And she wanted to keep what was between her and Ethan, well, between
her and Ethan, until she knew what it meant, where it was going, if it was more
than just sex. She’d done some wild things in her past but she was a new woman
now, with new goals. One man, one relationship. Maybe marriage and kids. She
was almost thirty.

Teeth
clean, though her body still hummed, she stepped out of the bathroom. Zach was
right—she hadn’t brought any proper pajamas. She was going to have to sleep in
her sweatshirt and hope that Ethan could keep her warm. She was pretty sure he
was up to the task.

He
sat on the side of the bed when she returned, his knees between the two beds,
his expression unreadable, though his gaze followed her. When she would go
around the bed to the opposite side, away from Zach, he caught her hand and
drew her to him, between his parted knees. She frowned down at him as he held
both her hands between their bodies, but he gave her no clue about his
intention. She wanted to glance over her shoulder at Zach, who sat against his
headboard, but didn’t want to look away from Ethan.

Finally,
Ethan placed her hands on his shoulders and slid his hands around her waist,
beneath her sweatshirt, as he drew her close and angled his head up to kiss
her. She lowered her mouth to his as he stroked her spine with his fingertips,
and discovered this was no gentle good night kiss. Her pulse pounded as his
lips molded to hers, as his tongue swept along her lower lip before delving
into her mouth, as he lifted the sweatshirt to bare her breasts.

Heat
shot to her pussy, and she pressed her suddenly-weak knees to the insides of
his thighs. He was going to let Zach watch. Jesus, the idea had her cunt
melting hot and she wanted to do it now, now, now. She broke the kiss long
enough to strip off her sweatshirt and toss it on the bed behind him before she
cupped his head in her hands and dragged his mouth back to hers. He coasted his
hands up over her breasts, flicking the nipples, rubbing his thumbs over them
until they were aching points, before he dropped his hands to her waistband. He
unhooked her jeans with ease, but she was too impatient to wait for him to push
them down. She backed away long enough to strip them off herself, leaving them
puddled in the narrow space between the two beds. When she moved close again,
Ethan closed his mouth over her breast, sucking hard on her nipple as his hands
rested on her hips.

She
could barely catch her breath as excitement pulsed through her, swelling her
cunt, her breasts aching, her skin tingling. She couldn’t believe she was naked
in a room with two men. Any of the wild things she’d done before—the time she’d
fucked her high school sweetheart on the roof of her house when she was
seventeen came to mind—didn’t match this level of crazy.

She
heard the rustle of fabric behind her on the other bed, and the sound of flesh
on flesh. Zach was touching himself. She wanted to watch, but didn’t take her
attention from Ethan. She had the feeling this was some kind of test and she
wanted to pass it more than anything in the world.

Another
rustle, a creak of the other mattress, and fingertips caressed her ass. Not
Ethan. Zach had moved from his bed and was touching her ass as Ethan sucked her
breast. The sound that emerged from her throat startled her as she pushed her
hips toward Ethan. He released her breast and looked up at her.

“Get
naked,” she managed, feeling empty and hot and mindless. “God, Ethan, now.”