The Sextet - Dirty Dancing [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

After three weeks of flirting that had built up such an incredible amount of sexual frustration, she’d come close to exploding. They’d all but seduced her. Right there on the dance floor! Her forbidden fantasies had swirled around her like specters, whirling, twirling, and enticing her to want both men so much she’d actually blurted out the words—had confessed her deepest, darkest desires.

Emotions ran roughshod over her, making her feel as raw as frostbitten skin. Fear. Desire. Yearning. She’d wanted Craig and Alejandro so desperately, she’d almost come from the merely being sandwiched between their two hard bodies. Her panties were soaked, and her cunt still throbbed in need.

What did they think of her now? It was clear Alejandro was more experienced than either she or Craig, so perhaps he wasn’t as shocked at her embarrassing confession.
But Craig?
He probably thought she was some kind of fucking freak.

Never again!
There was no way she’d ever show her face in that dance studio again. For a moment, Juliana even considered quitting the movie project. She’d be kissing her career goodbye, but at that moment, it seemed worth it to never have to face Craig Everett again.

Her cell phone rang. She snatched her purse from the floor and fished it out.
Craig
. Like she could even talk to him. The call went unanswered as she tossed her purse on the kitchen counter, set the cell down, and headed to her refrigerator. Damn, but she needed a drink.
Several
drinks.

Popping the cork from a bottle of sangria, Juliana filled one of her bigger wine glasses nearly to the brim, and then took a long swallow. Barely tasting the sweet liquid, she gulped down more until she was distracted by the vibration of her cell signaling a text message.

Figuring Craig was kissing her off, she debated just going ahead and getting good and drunk before she read his
Dear Jane
text. Then she figured the text could be the inspiration for a hell of a bender that would probably be the only way she’d get any sleep tonight. Or the next night. Or the next.

Touching the screen, she read his text.

got emergency script revisions. need you over here. now. lots of work to do!

Great. Just fucking great. Not only would she have to face Craig and his reaction to her humiliating admission now, all the time she’d spent running dialogue had been wasted. So like a writer to throw the whole cast a curve ball two days before filming was scheduled to begin. Everyone else had to bow down and worship at the altar of the rewritten screenplay.

I should quit.

But she wouldn’t. Juliana had worked too hard to get this picture. She wouldn’t simply walk away because of a crippling case of embarrassment. Yes, she loved Craig. Maybe, just maybe, he’d forgive her. One day. Years in the future.

I know what to do!
She could blame Alejandro. Or even the stupid rumba itself. She didn’t have to acknowledge that what she’d felt and what she’d admitted had always been a part of her sexual fantasies. Why should she confess that the idea of both Craig and Alejandro making love to her at the same time made her cream her panties?

Yeah…as if blaming a stupid dance would work…

Popping open her keyboard, Juliana texted back.

can we do this tomorrow? how many new pages?

His reply came quickly.

too many to wait

There was no choice.

be there soon

* * * *

“You’re positive we’re not gonna scare her?” Craig asked for what was probably the hundredth time. Things between him and Jules were fragile at best. He sure didn’t want to frighten her away permanently with the important plans he and Alejandro had made after she fled the dance studio.

Alejandro chuckled as he lit the last candle on the fireplace mantel. “I am positive.”

The condo was awash in soft candlelight. Jazz music from the sound system helped set the romantic tone. Champagne chilled in the silver bucket that sat next to three crystal flutes. Everything was perfect for a lovers’ rendezvous. At least for a typical lovers’ rendezvous. What about for a threesome? “You’re sure?”

“Yes, Craig. I am sure.”

Craig pulled the tie on his silk robe a little tighter. Over a couple of shots of tequila, he and Alejandro had talked about how to set things up to please Juliana, but they’d avoided the one important thing that needed to be discussed. “Look, this is a little…embarrassing, but we need to get one more thing straight from the get-go…”

“You do not like sex with men,” Alejandro replied as he set aside the lighter. “I did not expect you to be intimate with me. We are here for Juliana. Our attention will be on her,
sí?
”

“
Sí.
”
That’s a relief.
Although he hadn’t figured out exactly which side of the plate Alejandro batted from, Craig had assumed the man was a switch-hitter. Drawing clear lines seemed appropriate. Of course he’d never found himself in this kind of situation before. But if Alejandro could be trusted in his judgment of Juliana, Craig could find that the three of them might become a permanent part of each others’ lives. He’d wait and see how things turned out before even considering the ramifications—although he had to admit the sheer naughtiness of the whole idea was a major fucking turn-on.

The doorbell rang. Since Craig had told security to go ahead and let Juliana up without buzzing him, the only person it could be was her. Grabbing the doorknob, he took a deep breath, knowing that her reaction to everything she saw would be what decided if he had a chance for a future with the woman he loved or if he’d taken a leap of faith that would make him crash on the rocks.

He opened the door, tucking himself behind it so Juliana couldn’t see the black robe. She smiled when she saw him, but then her gaze went to the candlelit great room and then to Alejandro. Before she had a chance to ask the question that was plain in her eyes, Craig took her wrist and dragged her inside. Then he closed and locked the door.

Alejandro stood in the middle of the room in a red silk robe, arms folded over his chest as he smiled at Juliana. She remained as still as a statue, her eyes moving from Alejandro to the line of candles on the mantel and finally back to Craig. “I…I don’t understand,” she stammered.

Craig took her purse and dropped it on the kitchen floor before he helped her out of her coat. She moved in a mechanical and very stiff way that said she hadn’t decided if she would stay or bolt. “This is for you,
cherie
.”

“For me?”

“Yeah.” He laid her coat over one of the barstools and reached for her hands. They were as cold as ice, and she was trembling. He smoothed his thumbs over her palms. “For you.”

What was he supposed to say to set the proper stage for this seduction? He could just blurt out that he wanted her to be the creamy filling in a Craig and Alejandro Oreo, but a woman as sensitive as Juliana probably needed something more…romantic. Maybe some line from one of the romantic comedies he’d shot? No.
Too trite and cliché
… And none of those shows had really dealt with ménages. He’d have to speak from the heart or he’d lose her.

Drawing one of her hands up to his lips, Craig pressed a kiss to the back of her knuckles. “Do you remember what I promised when I left your place the morning after we made love?”

She thought it over for a moment before she nodded, her teeth tugging on her bottom lip.

“What did I say?”

“You said you’d make all my fantasies come true.”

“I meant it, Juliana. Every word of it.”

“You…you know my…my fantasies?” Her eyes were wide, frightened.

Craig drew her closer as he started to work on the tiny pearl buttons of her blouse. “I think I do. The dance lessons were…enlightening.” As Alejandro walked over to press himself behind Juliana, Craig smiled at him over her shoulder. “Our teacher figured things out before I did though.”

Tossing a glance behind her, she asked Alejandro, “What exactly did you figure out?”

“There is no crime in wanting two men, darling,” he replied.

Her head snapped back as she began to protest. “But…but I…I don’t! I wouldn’t want…”

Craig let go of her shirt and placed his finger against her lips to silence her. “It’s okay, baby.” As she tried to shake her head, he leaned in to press a kiss to her mouth. “I know you weren’t quite…satisfied when we made love.”

“I was!”

“Yes…and no,” he said. “I could tell something was wrong.”

“How?”

“You bolted out of the apartment without a word.”

“Oh…” Bowing her head, Juliana sniffed as if fighting tears.

With a crooked finger, Craig lifted her chin until she looked at him again. Kissing away the single tear sliding down her cheek, he smiled. “It’s okay, Jules.”

“But I liked making love with you. I just…I needed…” She tried to drop her head again.

Craig wouldn’t let her as he finished her thought for her. “More.” And that’s what he and Alejandro would give her.
Much, much more.
He pressed another kiss to her lips. “So did I.” Her eyes widened. “Let us do this for you,” he said. “Let us make those fantasies of yours—and mine—come true.”

Juliana had to keep telling herself this was real, that Craig and Alejandro were really here, ready to make love to her. They were so handsome in their silk robes, and she had to bite back a giggle that both their robes seemed to be protruding in the right places.

They really wanted this. They really wanted
her
.

She’d waited for this since she’d read her first ménage romance and realized that kind of experience was what she’d always craved. An author had given voice to her most secret of desires, and although sex with one man was…nice, having two lovers was the only way to satisfy her. Her forbidden fantasies were at long last coming to life.

Craig had returned to unbuttoning her blouse as Alejandro’s hand worked the zipper on the back of her skirt. Juliana decided if the men were going to indulge her desire, then she was damn well going to make sure that they both enjoyed themselves—that all three of them enjoyed themselves. Shyness and hesitation had no place in this union, and she swallowed hard and reached deep down inside to grasp her courage.

She kicked her shoes aside and wiggled her hips to help Alejandro peel her skirt down her body. When it puddled on the hardwood floor, she brushed it aside with her foot. Not sure what to do first—were there rules on who got to touch whom first?—she slipped her fingers behind Craig’s head and pulled him closer for a real kiss. He returned her attention, his tongue sliding into her mouth to mate with hers. Her other hand reached behind her, finding Alejandro’s tight ass and pressing him closer as he rubbed his hardness between the cleft in her cheeks, the heat in contrast with the coolness of his silk robe against the skin on her back. His low, rumbling growl hit her gut, setting off a firestorm of sensations that made fluids rush to her pussy, drenching her panties.

Craig pulled away to look into her eyes, searching for some kind of answer. The passion there was intoxicating—he honestly wanted this too. The last of her fire walls fell away with her slip, bra, and underwear.

Alejandro’s hand on her shoulder turned Juliana to face him. His eyes raked her head to toe before returning to settle on her boobs. Her hands groped for the belt on his robe while Craig stepped up behind her to reach around and stroke her breasts. His fingers pinched her nipples until they peaked to hard nubs. The belt on Alejandro’s robe finally gave to her tugging, and she ran her hands up his chest, loving the feel of the thick pelt of hair covering his pecs. She brushed the robe from his shoulders, and it fell silently to the floor.

One more person was still clothed, so Juliana decided it was time to even the odds. She turned in Alejandro’s arms to get Craig out of his robe. Not that it covered much since his stiff cock jutted out between the folds. She gently reached out to wrap her fingers around him, stroking and petting until he closed his eyes and groaned. About to rip the robe from him, he saved her the trouble. With frantic movements, he untied the belt and dropped the silk to the floor. Then he scooped her up in his arms. “We’re taking this to the bedroom.”

A quick look told her Alejandro followed, and Juliana rained kisses against Craig’s neck as he cradled her to him. A playful bite drew a deep rumble from him that brought a smile to her lips. Alejandro hurried ahead of them, crawled up on the bed with his back to the padded headboard, and crooked his finger at them. Craig laid her out between Alejandro’s parted legs. While Craig walked to the end of the bed, Alejandro wrapped his arms around her waist and dragged her up against him until his stiff dick pressed against her backside again.