Tempting Meredith (25 page)

“What do y’all want to watch?” she asked.

Blaine closed in behind him, his heat seeping through the thin fabric of the old, frayed shirt. His hands snaked around Charlie’s waist, tantalizing. The bottom snap popped, gave way. Charlie’s skin tingled in anticipation of Blaine’s touch. It still amazed him that a man’s hands on him, a man’s bare skin against his, could affect him sexually. Hell, just the
thought
of Blaine affected him. He licked his lips and breathed through the temptation, determined to make this about Meredith. They needed to get her out of her head.

“Meredith,” he said, his voice firm.

“Hmm?” she said before glancing at him. Her eyes widened.

Blaine kissed his neck, and Charlie closed his eyes a moment to savor it. When he opened them, Meredith’s red lips were parted.

“Turn off the TV,” Charlie said.

Click
. A black void replaced the flickering images.
Pop
,
pop
,
pop.
Three more snaps gave way. Blaine spread his hands on Charlie’s abdomen, his touch lighter than normal because of the injuries, but pleasure crackled through Charlie. Blaine’s hands smoothed up over Charlie’s chest to his shoulders and slipped the shirt over his arms, then let it drop to the floor.

Meredith’s mouth snapped closed, and her gaze focused. Not good. “No. We can’t,” she said. “You need to take it easy.”

Blaine’s hands slid to the button of Charlie’s jeans, and her gaze followed before she jerked it up. As Blaine unfastened the button and began unzipping the fly, Meredith scooted across the bed to the side farthest from them and landed lightly on the floor with the bed between them.

“I’m not doing this,” she said sternly. “Charlie needs to rest. The doctor’s instructions were clear. So unless you have some superpowers you’ve been keeping under wraps...”

“Ouch,” Charlie said. “I believe she just threw down the gauntlet. What do you think, Blaine?”

“Definitely heard the gauntlet hit the ground.” Blaine shoved the denim over Charlie’s hips and down his legs.

“You wanna pick it up while you’re down there?”

“Oh, yeah.” His voice reverberated through Charlie as arousing as the man himself.

Charlie stepped out of his jeans and reveled in the feel of a man’s rough hands. He would spend the rest of his life thanking Meredith for this. For bringing him and Blaine together. For bringing the three of them together.

Meredith glared at his groin. “That is the cock of a man who thinks he’s about to get laid.”

As Blaine’s hands roamed Charlie’s body, Charlie shook his head and said, “Actually it’s the cock of a man whose girlfriend is about to get laid.”

She frowned. “Same thing.” Her gaze flicked to the man behind him. “Stop that.”

“You want me to stop, Charlie?” Blaine asked.

“Not yet. In fact...” He covered one of Blaine’s hands and guided it to his dick.
So good
. Charlie moaned at the pressure and heat. “Yeah. That’s it.”

“I swear I’ll leave if you don’t stop,” Meredith said.

Charlie sighed. It wasn’t an idle threat. She’d leave or use her safe word. “We can’t have that.”

He sensed the tension slip from her body as she spoke. “Good. It’s not that I’m not interested, but we need to wait until you’re one hundred percent.” She pursed her lips together as if reconsidering. “Or maybe ninety-five percent.”

Imagining a worksheet with multiple choice questions about his health, he chuckled. Did she grade on a curve? He sure as hell hoped so. “I need to wait. You and Blaine...” He left the rest for her to fill in the blank.

Blaine stepped in front of him, wrapped his hand around the back of Charlie’s head and kissed him. Charlie savored the taste and texture of Blaine’s mouth, still so new to him. The fly of Blaine’s jeans rubbed against Charlie’s cock. Blaine’s free hand palmed Charlie’s ass and squeezed. Every bit of soreness fled under the onslaught of sensual pleasure.

Blaine released him. “You good?”

Charlie nodded, reminding himself that this wasn’t about him. It was tough with his cock stretching eagerly toward Blaine.

His friend grinned as if reading Charlie’s mind. Not difficult, considering his thoughts were written on his dick. Blaine’s hand cloaked Charlie’s erection, and he swiped his thumb over the head, spreading pre-come and making him forget his injuries. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this after.”

As Blaine started toward Meredith, he unbuckled his heavy silver belt buckle. She froze in place, like a deer in the headlights. With each step he took, her eyes widened and her eyebrows rose.

Charlie settled into bed, his back propped against a pile of pillows. Better to conserve his energy so he could see this to the end. He’d thought he’d be able to get through it without coming, but if his cock was to be believed, he’d end up with a serious case of blue balls. He stroked it and vowed to take care of it. Later. Blaine had promised.

Heavy leather rasped against denim as Blaine dragged his belt through the loops. Meredith’s gaze went to the loose leather strap as Blaine slapped it against his thigh.

She backed up a step. “I told you, I’m not into pain.”

Why would she think they’d use it on her delicate skin?
Ah
,
yes
. The way Blaine smacked it against his leg
was
somewhat threatening. Blaine must be nervous. The guy didn’t have a mean bone in his body. If his life depended on it, he wouldn’t be able to hit Meredith. Charlie, on the other hand,
did
want to spank her pretty round ass. Not for the pain but because he loved how squishy it was under his hands. Plus he’d love to have her laid out across his lap, squirming. But not tonight.
Fuck
. So many things he wanted to do with her and Blaine. It would take a lifetime.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Meredith couldn’t take her eyes off that thick leather strap. It would hurt. A lot. Yes, there were people who were into pain and sex. She didn’t understand it, wasn’t even tempted to try it. She’d use her safe word. It was on the tip of her tongue.

“You think I’d let him mar that beautiful skin?” Charlie asked.

She relaxed infinitesimally. “No?”

“Let me know when you’ve resolved that question mark.” Charlie crossed his arms and waited.

Regret skipped across her heart. She knew better. It didn’t matter
what
they did with that belt, it would be solely for her pleasure. And they knew a helluva lot more about what turned her on than she did...or what she’d admit to.

She licked her lips and cleared her throat. “I trust you.”

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. A cricket chirped. Charlie closed his mouth and nodded. “Then you won’t mind if I test that theory.”

It wasn’t a question.

When his drawl deepened like that, her body responded. Her skin became hypersensitive, aware of even the slightest breeze, their gazes, the proximity of their bodies. Her pussy became heavy, achy with the need for more. And neither man had touched her yet.

But she knew it was coming. She didn’t know what or how. That didn’t matter because whatever they chose to do, it would be incredible. She waited. The belt dangling from Blaine’s fingers was no longer a threat.

“Look at her eyes,” Charlie said. “She’s almost there.”

She didn’t care that they knew it. She just wanted them to get on with it. They weren’t a threat. They were the promise, her haven, her ecstasy.

Blaine tossed the belt on the bed and crooked his finger at her. She stepped into him, laid her head on his chest and hugged him around the waist. He’d taken a shower when they got back from their walk and smelled fresh and clean. He pulled back and kissed her, light brushes of his lips and nips of his teeth, not settling on one spot but keeping her guessing. She followed his lead, trying to keep up until she forgot to think and just reacted. His hands slipped under her loose T-shirt, and she shivered when they skimmed over her ribs to the fleshy sides of her breasts. He whisked the shirt over her head and plucked her nipples. They did his bidding, contracting even as her breasts swelled. And then they were both all hands, removing each other’s clothes, stroking and petting as they uncovered more skin, until there was nothing left but heat between them.

Blaine’s smile warned her seconds before he retrieved the belt. She didn’t care anymore. He wrapped it around her wrists in a figure eight. The leather was thick and cool. He led her to the bed and waited. She shouldn’t like this, shouldn’t want it. She was a freakin’ Ph.D, an associate professor on the tenure track. She was financially independent. She didn’t need men or sex. So why did she feel like she needed these two men more than food or water? She craved them, craved this relinquishment of control, this sexual objectification of her body that made her more than a brain.

Blaine nudged her onto the mattress then raised her arms above her head and forced her down on her back. As he belted her hands around an iron spindle, Meredith glanced at Charlie. The black and blue bruises covering the right side of his torso reminded her why they shouldn’t be doing this. They must be painful, but she saw none of that pain in his eyes.

“Your ribs,” she whispered.

“Are great,” Charlie said. To prove it, he leaned over her, and his hand slid between her legs and stroked. She relaxed in spite of herself, the roughness of his fingers a sensual contrast to the soft vulnerability of her sex. Her thighs inched farther apart.

Blaine spoke. “I’m thinking a blindfold.”

She was so relaxed, so immersed in pleasure, she almost missed it. When his meaning computed, she stiffened. “Wait.” She jerked against the restraints and when they didn’t give, she panicked. She maneuvered her wrists, twisting, trying to slip free.

Charlie’s face hovered over hers. “Shhh. Relax.” He stroked her face and brushed his lips against her cheek, her lips, her eyes. His beard swept along her skin. “Trust.”

And then she remembered. She could stop this anytime. One word. That was all it would take. She had all the control. Not Blaine. Not Charlie. That word was useless without trust. She’d told them she trusted them. Now was the time to prove it. To Charlie. To Blaine. To herself. As she freed her mind from fears and expectations, she melted into the bedding.

Charlie rewarded her with a smile. “That’s my girl.”

Smooth fabric cloaked her eyes, and the room disappeared behind darkness. Blaine tied it on the side of her head. Her eyelashes fluttered against the cotton as she tried to see out the bottom, the top, the sides. Nothing. She rocked her head from side to side, up and down. Still nothing, not even cracks of light along the edges. She closed her eyes and sensuously stretched, relishing the feeling of her body on display. She rubbed her legs along Charlie’s, her skin smooth against his crisp hair. When his heat withdrew, she tried to follow it, but her bindings stopped her.

Something skittered across her belly, tickling. She giggled, sucked in her stomach and pressed her back into the mattress. “What’s that?”

It was cool and soft—cloth. It slid up, circled her breast, did a figure eight to the other breast, then was gone. Her thighs were next, first one then the other. She began to anticipate the next touch until she craved it. Her body relaxed, her thighs parted. Finally, her reward—the exquisite torture as it dragged over her swollen, hot pussy. She bent her knees, dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her hips.

Suddenly, it was gone. She groaned in frustration. The bed bounced. She held her breath in anticipation. Waited.

A feather-light kiss on her mouth. No beard. Blaine. She tried to return it, but it was gone. She licked her lips, tasted him and wanted more. She waited. Every nerve in her body reached for him.

A hot, wet tongue lapped at her nipple, circling, teasing. Blaine again. But Charlie was watching. She couldn’t see him, but she knew, could feel his gaze on her. She loved knowing that while Blaine touched her, Charlie watched and was just as turned on as she and Blaine were.

Callused hands plumped her breasts, and then Blaine suckled and tugged. A constant stream of titillation flowed to her core.

All that stimulation slipped lower, caressing her belly, dipping into her naval. Big, rough hands slid from her knees up the inside of her damp thighs and stopped short of her pussy. His thumbs were right there, teasing. Another few centimeters. That was all. She shifted her hips a fraction.

Blaine chuckled, and his hot breath puffed against her. So close.

The tip of his tongue flicked against her clit. She gasped. Then waited, every nerve taut, on alert. Expectant.

“Please,” she moaned.

His tongue flattened against her and licked before sucking the swollen nub of her clit into his mouth. The orgasm slammed through her so violently that a cramp low in her abdomen drew it out until she thought it would never stop. And then she floated on a cloud of bliss.

“Trust like that should be rewarded,” Charlie said.

“What did you have in mind?” Blaine asked.

“A woman with two men should have two orgasms, don’t ya think?”

“Double the pleasure, double the fun,” Blaine agreed.

“No, I can’t,” Meredith gasped. Her body was over-stimulated. She couldn’t handle any more. “It’s too much. That was—” she couldn’t think of an appropriate word, so she finished lamely, “—indescribable.”

“We can wait,” Charlie said.

“Yeah, plenty to keep us occupied,” Blaine answered, his words wisps of breath against her stomach. The bed bounced. There was a rustle of movement, and then the heat of Blaine’s body was gone.

Charlie’s groan of pleasure had her instantly alert.

“Take off the blindfold first,” she said. “
Please.
”

Blaine’s hand slipped beneath the fabric and pulled it over her head. She opened her eyes then squinted against the light.

Blaine crouched between Charlie’s knees, his tongue flat against the man’s cock. His hands were hidden between Charlie’s legs, but she could imagine what they were doing. Cupping Charlie’s sac, toying with his hole.

Charlie’s back arched off the bed. His expression was a mixture of the yearning and ecstasy that was sex.

Charlie’s fingers tangled in Blaine’s hair. “No teasing,” he ground out. “Just get it done.”

After a long, slow lap from the base to the head, Blaine engulfed Charlie’s cock, sucking him so hard and fast that Charlie’s butt came off the mattress. She was no longer sated, her nerves no longer over-stimulated. She rolled to her side, wanting to be a part of them more than the bindings would allow. She couldn’t reach Blaine, could just reach Charlie’s shoulder with her mouth. She kissed the smooth, taut skin, but that wasn’t enough. Desperate to taste, she bit, restraining herself, keeping it light. He was sweet and salty, fresh and musky, warmth and love.

His groans intensified, and she lifted her head to watch. His grip tightened in Blaine’s hair, and the veins in his forearm stood out. His hips thrust, the arch and strain in his body beautiful.

Charlie threw his head back, and his mouth opened on a soundless cry. His hips froze then jerked, and Blaine’s throat worked as he swallowed Charlie’s come.

She whimpered and fought the restraints. She needed them, wanted them to fill her.

Blaine released Charlie then kissed a trail up his body until he hovered over his mouth. Their lips touched, but they weren’t patient and gentle. Blaine took him completely, seeming to suck the soul out of him. It was so beautiful, she forgot about her need until Charlie wrenched away.

“She’s ready,” he said. “Fuck her. Now.”

Blaine dug in the bedside drawer for the condom.

She rolled onto her back and opened her legs for him. While she waited, Charlie stroked her pussy. Blaine took forever, but it was worth the wait when he covered her with his body, probed her with his cock. She lifted to take him, and he sank inside her. Each twitch and thrust heightened her desire and twisted the coil of pleasure in her pelvis tighter. With her arms bound above her head, her back arching so her breasts reached for him and her legs spreading wider with each drive of his hips, she felt exposed and vulnerable and incredibly sexy.

Their gazes found each other and held. This was more than sex. It was there in his eyes. She felt it in her heart. It wasn’t wrapped up in her feelings for Charlie, didn’t diminish her feelings for Charlie. It was separate. Distinct. She’d felt it that night with Dylan and hadn’t understood because wanting two men,
loving
two men wasn’t right. Thankfully, she didn’t have to shovel her way through that BS again.

When the coil of pleasure imploded, she didn’t know if the waves of ecstasy shooting through her were psychological or physical or both. Blaine’s climax pulsed inside her, drawing out her orgasm, intensifying it until she didn’t care.

The bindings around her wrists loosened and released. Instinctively, she hugged Blaine and kissed his shoulders, his throat, his face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “Beautiful.”

The tangle that had been her and Blaine unraveled and twined together again with Charlie. Their breathing and heartbeats synced, and Meredith drifted on a warm pool of contentment.

Charlie kissed her shoulder. “What’s bothering you, Doc?”

“Ummm. Nothing.” She didn’t have the energy to be bothered by anything. If the house were on fire, someone would have to carry her out. She smiled and snuggled down between the two men.

“Something’s been eating at you,” he said.

Contentment evaporated, and her warm cocoon became confined, suffocating. She wasn’t ready. She’d planned on telling them. But not tonight. Tomorrow. Or the next day. Soon. Before she left.

They waited, their even breathing and heartbeats and the cricket the only sounds in the room.

She’d rehearsed her speech all day, how she would start, the precise wording, but now she could only remember bits and pieces that put together wouldn’t make sense.

Charlie stroked her. “Hey, it can’t be that bad. Just spit it out. I’m not going anywhere.”

“
We’re
not going anywhere,” Blaine said. “Does it have anything to do with Boston?”

“Boston?” Charlie asked at the same time she said, “How did you—” Of course, he’d seen the search for flights on her laptop.

It was the perfect opening. No need to figure out how to work Cassandra into the conversation. They were asking. But this wasn’t a conversation she could have in the nude. She crawled from between them and out of bed. The first shirt she found was Blaine’s lying on the floor. She slipped it over her head and arms, loving that his scent still lingered. She sat cross-legged on the end of the bed.

Charlie and Blaine had propped themselves against the headboard. Charlie held out a hand to her. “Come here. I need to touch you.”

God, she needed his touch. She scooted between them. Charlie took her hand in his, and his thumb began a swirling massage of her palm. She laced her other hand through Blaine’s and squeezed.

She took a deep breath. “I have a daughter.”

There was a break in Charlie’s strokes. Just the smallest hesitation to suggest his surprise before he resumed. “Okay. Go on.”

“She’s not really
my
daughter. I gave birth to her, but I gave her up when she was born.” She flicked her gaze to Blaine. “I was nineteen.”

She could see him thinking, calculating. His eyes widened when suspicion hit him.

She swallowed.
Please don’t be angry
. But how could he not be? He’d told her to call if something happened. She hadn’t. Cassandra probably wasn’t his, but she might be, and he
had
been there when she’d been conceived. Meredith had come to understand Blaine well enough over the last few weeks to know he’d feel some responsibility. Didn’t matter whether Cassandra was his or not.

“I got pregnant that night.” She didn’t elaborate on which night. They knew. “I didn’t suspect it at first. I mean, I was on the pill so there was no reason to. I wasn’t feeling well, hadn’t been for a while. I thought maybe I had an ulcer or something. So I went to the doctor.” She shook her head. “It wasn’t an ulcer.”