Sexual Healing for Three (14 page)

“And we talked.”

Man, to have been a fly on
that
wall. “Is that all you did?”

“Chance, you should know I’m attracted to Donna.”

“Big newsflash.”

“But I don’t want to horn in on your turf.”

At least Russ acknowledged Chance’s territoriality. “Despite what Angela says?”

“I like Angela. She’s a sweetheart, and I know she means well.

But I don’t believe in fate and soul mates. I believe in making my own luck.”

Usually Chance did too, but he had seen and done some astonishing things in his life, too many things not to believe that there were factors at work beyond his comprehension or control. “You didn’t answer my question, Russ. What else happened between you and Donna besides talking?”

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“Do you really want to know?”

Chance gritted his teeth in frustration, fighting the temptation to do what came naturally to him and read Russ.

He didn’t think anyone could keep a secret better than his brother.

But then Russ had always been tight-lipped in the name of protecting Chance. For instance, when Chance had been seven and curious about why he and Russ looked so different from each other, he’d asked his older brother about their father. Russ hedged, wouldn’t tell Chance that they were half brothers and Chance’s father was an unreliable womanizer and abuser who regularly hurt their mother before turning his anger on a young Russ for three years before finally cutting out when Russ was eight. Chance had found all this out on his own when he scanned his unwilling brother’s thoughts. It was around then that he made the promise to himself to never violate another’s privacy again. Aside from it being wrong, he ran the risk of finding out things he was not ready to handle or just better off not knowing.

Sometimes, especially in the beginning when he’d had little control over his gifts, Chance received others’ images and thoughts unbidden. It had happened early in his affiliation with Donna when he had let his guard down and received a picture of her crying in the dark. He’d wondered what or who had caused her pain and whether or not she had had someone in her life like Russ to protect her the way Russ had tried to protect their mom.

Russ caught one of Chance’s hands and gave it a hard squeeze.

“Now that you’re back and here to stay, I don’t want anything to come between us.”

Chance returned the squeeze and smiled. “I don’t either.”

“But I can’t help the way I feel either.”

“About Donna.”

Russ nodded. “I know you’ve known her longer and I’ve only just met her, but there’s something between us that I’d like to explore.”

“You tell Donna that?”

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“Like I said, we all need to get together and talk about this.

Otherwise, we’re just grinding gears and going nowhere.”

Chance wondered how much grinding had gone on between his brother and Donna last night, then berated himself for the obnoxious thought. Pettiness and jealousy weren’t going to solve anything. He knew it, but it didn’t make it any easier for him to slow his heart rate and keep the idea of Russ and Donna together out of his mind.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes to center himself but was assailed with a vision of Donna naked, hands bound behind her slender back as she knelt before Russ’s hard, jutting cock. Her eyes gleamed with desire when she licked her lips and glanced up at Russ with reverence. Curious, Chance didn’t open his eyes, but mentally panned back to see himself barefoot, shirtless, and standing behind Donna with his hands in her hair as she placed her now-moistened, full lips around the swollen head of his brother’s penis.

The vision was so real, so lucid, he felt the silken strands of Donna’s bob when he caressed her hair. He saw his brother’s shaft glistening beneath the light of the room as Donna licked pre-cum from his slit, then went down on him with enthusiastic sucking noises.

Panting, Chance jerked up in his seat, eyes flying open to gape at his brother.

Russ frowned. “Chance, are you all right?”

Chance just stared at him, his mouth working, but no sound coming out. He didn’t know what to say and wondered how Russ hadn’t been able to see the vision too—it was that clear—especially since he was still holding Chance’s hand.

He’d experienced rare incidents in the past when he’d unwittingly transmitted his thoughts to another during physical contact. It was just one such incident that led to the end of his relationship with the aforementioned girlfriend. She wasn’t able to handle his uniqueness, and soon after leaving the hospital, she broke up with him. He was hurt and confused, and Julie’s parting words did nothing to help either or salve his twenty-two-year-old ego.

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“I love you, Chance. You saved my life, and I can never thank you
enough for that, but I just can’t be with you. I can’t deal with what
you are.”

She hadn’t said she couldn’t deal with what he could do, but that she couldn’t deal with what he was—a freak.

He wondered if anyone could deal with what he was any better than Julie had. Could Donna? Granted she was a strong woman and had a gifted sister. But did these make her more receptive to psychic phenomena than the average person? And was he kidding himself wanting to pursue a relationship with Donna when he wasn’t sure of the answer?

Hell, sometimes Chance found it difficult dealing with it all himself, especially when his gifts took a turn and evolved and changed as they had just now.

What
had just happened? What had he just seen? Wishful thinking at play? A premonition? Or had lust finally short-circuited his brain and tipped him into the realms of sexual depravity? He’d been accused of the latter enough by nonbelievers who thought Wicca and Wiccan equaled wickedness and a person who needed to be saved.

Logic told him that these were the ideas of small minds. But it didn’t make him feel any better or fear discovery any less, not when the fear had been instilled in him at such a young age by a brother afraid of having Chance snatched away by the system if it found out what he could do.

He wondered now what would have happened had he kept his eyes closed for just a moment longer. What would he have done?

What orgasmic delights would he have witnessed?

“Chance?” Russ caught him around the shoulders and shook him.

Chance focused his gaze on his brother’s face, Russ’s brows knitted together in genuine alarm, the color of his eyes gone dark and intense like an approaching storm. Still, he could say nothing.

“Talk to me, damn it! Are you all right?”

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“Jesus, Russ. I haven’t been all right in a long time. Not since I turned my back on you and went away.”

Wordlessly, Russ wrapped his arms around Chance like he used to do when they were young and pulled him close, holding him in a firm hug that Chance naturally returned.

For the first time in a long time, he felt like he had come home.

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He watched the two men embrace, felt the intimacy between them—intimacy he wanted to experience and share with Russ—like a hot poker rammed through his chest.

He wanted to scream, shout at Russ for his blindness at daily ignoring what was right under his nose and instead going out to find this exotic-looking man with the glowing bronze skin, whiskey-colored eyes, and long hair like a female’s. But the best he could do was growl deep in his throat at the injustice of being relegated to voyeur, bile rising to his throat with every touch and soft word the men exchanged.

What made the pretty boy so special? Why the pretty boy when
he
had known Russ for the last year, dutifully and patiently waiting to be noticed for what he was?

He wanted to make someone hurt, but was torn by the idea of who deserved it the most and wondered if he would have felt as betrayed had Russ been cuddled up with a woman instead of a man.

He should be glad that Russ was so close to and comfortable with a man. It should have given him hope of one day replacing the pretty boy for Russ’s affections. But he had a feeling there was something special about Pretty Boy, that he was important to Russ, close to his heart in a different way than a lover.

He moved in closer, squat-walking beneath the windows of the living room before pausing to peek over the sill and get a better look, maybe catch some of what they were saying to each other. It was possible that he had gotten things all wrong, that issues weren’t what they seemed between the two men. He
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going on before he could move forward with his plans to make Russ notice him and remove any and all competition for what belonged to
him.

Careful not to be noticed, he hunkered down beneath the opened window and was able to catch some of what the two men were saying.

Some of the conversation relieved him—the part where he realized that the pretty boy was actually Russ’s brother. Then there was the rest of the conversation that really caught his attention, the part about the two brothers planning to hook up with some woman they evidently both knew.

What in the hell?

Here he was worried about competing against one man. Instead he had to worry about competing with the younger brother and some strange woman to be named later.

He plopped back on his butt and exhaled air as if he had been punched in the gut, a sucker punch that knocked the wind out of him.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to get his bearings and see the bright side of the situation.

One of the major factors that had been holding him back from approaching Russ with his proposition, from coming out and telling the man exactly how he felt and what he wanted from him, was his certainty that Russ Merrick was a clean-cut straight shooter—in his personal and professional lives. He was convinced that a family man like Russ wouldn’t be into any sort of sexual kink or engage in anything outside the realm of vanilla hetero sex.

To hear him discussing the mechanics and possibilities of a threesome, with his brother, no less, left him both hopeful and disappointed, as if he had just found out that his favorite sports hero was a drug addict and was going into rehab.

As much as he wanted Russ all to himself, he closed his eyes and imagined himself in the place of Russ’s brother, sharing this mystery woman with Russ, being pleased by the same man as this woman while pleasing her too.

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His fantasy was so vivid he could feel the contact from the head of Russ’s cock as he entered the woman from the back and Russ entered her from the front. He could hear the other man’s moans, feel the skin and hair of his leg as he threw it over the woman to draw her closer, drive his cock deeper.

He bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out at the sensations. He just barely avoided unzipping his jeans and dipping his hand inside to wrap around his shaft and jack off when he remembered where he was. He was on a suburban street in broad daylight, the only things shielding him from the closest house a fence and some shrubbery. As it stood, he dropped his palm to his lap and fondled his pulsing erection in a soothing gesture, like a mama gently bouncing and patting a colicky baby’s back to get it to stop crying.

As kinky and open as he was when it came to sex, he’d never once engaged in public sex or been a part of a threesome. He tried to picture this troublesome woman sandwiched between Russ and his brother and wondered what sort of woman would share her body with two men at the same time. He couldn’t come up with an image of anyone except a whore and Jezebel, a woman his mama would surely have branded just bad enough for
his
miserable hide.

Fleetingly, he wondered if the woman was aware of the brothers’

operation, or were they planning for this tryst behind her back, ready to spring their
ménage a trois
idea on her in the moment, jointly seducing her into submission?

A shudder ran through him at the idea of submission—his submission to Russ—envy for the brother and woman growing and heating his chest so much until he thought he would burst into flames right there in the front yard.

He opened his eyes when he heard a commotion at the back of the house and realized the kids had returned from their bike ride. He listened to them giggling as they stowed their bikes in the garage, then tramped into the house.

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Surreptitiously, he retraced his steps from the house back to his truck, his mind clicking a country mile a minute as he mentally mapped out his concerns and goals.

The woman and the brother were just incidentals, detours on his road to Russ, he decided. He knew what he needed to do to get back on track and have Russ all to himself. He had done it before to get what he needed and wanted He wasn’t beyond eliminating the competition. He wanted to avoid doing anything too drastic, however.

He didn’t want to bring unnecessary attention to himself or the company. It wasn’t as if this Chance and the woman were some unknown quantities without ties, people he could easily dispose of, after all. He would have to be careful how he handled them and knew that his first order of business after he left Russ’s was to follow his brother Chance and dig up some information. Then he would find out who was the mysterious Jezebel who had two brothers ready to get into her bloomers.

He would be doing Russ a favor ridding him of a woman who was so obviously beneath him, less than he deserved. He didn’t blame Russ for taking what was offered. The man was human, after all, and spent most of his time tending to the needs of his family from what he could see. Russ had no doubt earned a little diversion. He just wanted that diversion to be him.

As for the brother? He didn’t want to bring pain to Russ, and from the looks of it, he knew that losing his brother would hurt Russ very much. He would just have to make sure that
he
was in the picture to help soothe Russ’s grief once he took Pretty Boy out of the picture.