The Strength of Three (4 page)

“I think so, sweetie.” Aislinn tried not to smile. Jon had to give her credit. She failed miserably but she tried.

“Fine. I guess I’m stuck then. I’m going to have sex.” She peeked behind her again and Jon saw her swallow as her gaze tracked from him to TJ. His cock couldn’t get any harder. “Apparently twice,” she murmured.

Oh, baby, I guarantee it’ll be more than twice, Jon thought.

“Go with them. You know I’ll come get you if I need to but Kyle trusts them with his life and I have a feeling you can too. They’re honorable men, Chris.”

Chris sighed and faced them head on. Jon held a hand out, palm up, his heart thudding in anticipation. Tonight they’d show her not only how fantastic the three of them would be together in bed, but that she could trust them with her body and spirit as well.

Chris straightened her spine and lifted her chin. Jon had to laugh. She looked like she’d resigned herself to walking the plank. He and TJ were about to show her the heights they could take her to when she stepped off. She moved, marching toward his outstretched hand with complete determination and a glitter of heat in her eyes. Her nostrils flared as she reached out and put her hand—and even if she didn’t realize it, her trust—in the palm of his hand.

“Where are we going?” she whispered.

“Home.” Jon tugged her out the door with TJ on her other side and led them to his car, glad she had come with Aislinn and they didn’t have to worry about hers. Leaning back, he eyeballed her shapely legs beneath her skirt, something he’d never seen her in. Sexy as all get out. His gaze wandered higher to her firm butt and lack of…

“Are you not wearing any panties, Chris?” Risky for a woman afraid of men; damn lucky for him and TJ. Yet thinking about what could have happened with just about any man at the party tonight made his head spin. He didn’t mind her not wearing panties in their presence, hell, he’d welcome it with open arms, but around other dicks, no way.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” she huffed, staring straight ahead and refusing to look at him. In the darkening twilight of late evening, Jon could see her cheeks infuse with color.

“It’ll be my business soon, sugar.”

“You think so?”

Jon stopped her next to his car, turning her slowly in his arms and backing her against the rear panel. He leaned in close and nibbled at her ear. “I know so.”

TJ stood nearly as close, both of them crowding her yet giving her enough space to escape if she needed to. “Are we talking lack of panties here? ’Cause if we are, I’d like to put my two cents in.”

Chris shoved at him, a tiny smile turning the corners of her mouth. “There is no lack of panties,” she hissed and started to reach for the hem of her skirt.

TJ put his hand on hers to stop her and moved to her neck with his lips to nibble along her throat. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that little problem.” She shivered and tilted her head, silently and willingly giving him better access. Her hands lifted to their chests and fisted, one on each of their shirts instead of pushing them away.

TJ zoned in on her mouth. Jonathan watched his best friend and the woman they both loved kiss and couldn’t wait to take TJ’s place. Her lips parted and meshed with TJ’s. Jon shifted his stance, allowing his erection a millimeter of space against his zipper and withdrew a black strip of silk from his pocket. Chris angled her head to allow TJ better access. It was Jon’s cue to step forward. He moved to her side and palmed the back of her head. She moaned as TJ’s tongue slipped between her teeth.

“My turn,” Jon growled. TJ backed off and Jon guided her mouth to his. He tasted both her and Teej. She whimpered into his mouth and he took hold of her hand and placed it on his cock, feeding off the small victory of her not pulling away.

Jon dropped his head to her forehead. “See what you fucking do to me, Christina? I want inside this sweet little pussy.” He punctuated his words by easing his hand up her thigh beneath the skirt to her mound. His fingers skated over her soaking panties, pushing the fabric into her slit. Chris bit down on her lip.

“That’s it, baby. Feel his hands on you?” TJ pinched a nipple between hers and Jon’s bodies.

“Unh.” Her fingers grasped him through denim and his cock threatened to explode right then and there.

They had to get the fuck home. He didn’t want to take her in the parking lot.

Jon grasped her cheeks in his hands, the silk blindfold still in his grip, and turned her face up to his. He placed a kiss on her nose and gave himself a second to cool off before he said, “Give us the weekend, sugar. I guarantee you’ll never want to leave.”

Chris swallowed and her gaze darted between him and TJ.

“Okay.” She closed her eyes.

God what he wouldn’t give to lay her in the backseat, spread her thighs and thrust into her heat.

“Okay?” He bent his knees so he could stare right into her face and waited until she nodded. “Then choose a safe word.”

“Huh?”

“A safe word, baby,” TJ interjected. “Something you can say when you want us to back off. The second you say it, we stop whatever it is we’re doing.”

One of her eyebrows shot upward. “What exactly do you think it is we’re gonna do that I’m gonna need a safe word for?”

“Whatever. Doesn’t matter. You don’t want to hold my hand, say the safe word.” TJ nuzzled her cheek. “Don’t like the way my tongue feels on your clit? Say the safe word.”

Chris’s entire body shivered in response and Jon could see her nipples harden beneath her blouse. “Take off the panties, Chris.” There was only so much of this he could take.

Her eyes flew wide open. “Wha—what about my word?”

“Pick one,” he growled.

“Asparagus,” she shot back.

For a second Jon was dumbfounded. Only Chris would pick an astonishingly disgusting vegetable for a safe word.

“Fine. Asparagus. I’m not gonna ask again. Take off the panties and hand them to Teej.” He winked at her. “I promise, he’ll keep ’em safe.”

A hundred emotions filtered across her face, but in the end, her own desire won out. He took a half step back, shielding her from anyone who might walk by as she lifted her skirt and peeled her panties down her legs.

“Good girl.”

She blinked and handed the wadded pair of cotton to TJ, her cheeks fire engine red. TJ brought them to his face and inhaled deeply. Hell, even Jon could smell her essence and he didn’t have them pressed to his nose. She was more than ready to take the two of them inside her.

“Spread your legs.” Jon nestled his nose in the skin right below her ear. After a moment’s hesitation she did as he asked and turned her feet in and out, separating them until they were about a foot apart. This time when he smoothed his hand up her leg, he met naked, soaked flesh.

“You’re wet, Chris,” he murmured.

TJ’s hand joined his and she gasped. They each grabbed a thigh and coaxed her legs wider, then returned to her pussy. Jon stroked over her puffy lips.

“What color are you here, sugar? Dark pink? More mauve?” He dipped his tongue into her ear and felt TJ penetrate her sheath with a finger.

“Oh Jesus.” Her body lifted onto her toes and her head fell back, exposing the column of her throat. Jon attacked, locking his lips onto the delicate skin and sucking it strongly into his mouth, leaving a mark for everyone to see and claiming her at the same time.

“Feel good?” TJ used his other hand to brush the hair off her face.

Jon sought out the bundle of nerves at the top of her slit and pulled back the hood covering it. He captured her cry with his mouth and rubbed tiny circles around the swollen nub. She was slippery wet with a copious amount of juice. TJ’s finger thrust in and out, drawing more from her pussy.

It wouldn’t be long. Chris’s clit seemed to expand under his ministrations and her breath came in shallow pants. Her eyes, when she could open them, revealed dilated pupils and she fairly danced on her toes.

“Please.” She shook her head, a myriad of emotions crossing her face. “No. I can’t, umm, stop.” The muscles in her neck corded and she braced herself with a hand on each of their shoulders. “Oh my God. Shit. Asparagus,” she blurted.

Jon ripped his hand from between her soft thighs. TJ did the same. Both of them were breathing hard but nothing would make them do anything to compromise the semi-trust they were starting to build.

“Damn. Shit. Oh, God, I, uh. I just… I can’t do this.”

Jon hung his head and sucked in a deep breath.

“Here,” she yelped. “I mean, here. I can’t do this here, in the parking lot. It’s weird and”—she peered over their shoulders—“people can see us,” she panted, her face flushed.

TJ snorted. “I believe you’ve found the world’s quickest way to deflate an erection, baby.”

“Oh. Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t want you to stop…touching me. That was good, that was, well, fabulous, but I haven’t done this in awhile and…I’m not an exhibitionist,” she spat out.

“Ah, sugar.” Jon sighed. They’d gotten carried away and tried to take her in a goddamn parking lot like a couple of horny teenagers. How could he be such a fuckhead? With everything they knew about her past, here they were stripping her down in public, fingering her and getting ready to fuck her against the car.

Chris smiled. “Maybe we can get in the car at least?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” TJ agreed.

“Phew. I was worried you might change your minds.”

TJ yanked the back door open. “Never.” He tugged Chris around so her back was to his front, but before he helped her into the car Jon swept the blindfold over her eyes and tied it in the back.

“What are you doing?” The near panic in her voice gave Jon second thoughts but TJ stepped in.

“Relax, baby.” He clasped the hands she’d raised to the blindfold and brought them down. “I want your full attention while we’re in the car. Trust me, this will make your senses soar.” TJ lifted her knuckles and kissed them gently.

Her body softened and Jon’s heart thudded against his ribs. Her submission meant the world to them. Not that they wanted her to cower to them, but to be relaxed enough to trust them never to hurt her.

“Whatever you do, please, please don’t tie me down,” she whispered. The heartfelt plea seemed to come from the bottom of her soul.

Jon would kill to have her tied to their bed, spread so they could take their turns with her. He glanced at TJ while he finished tying the knot. TJ shrugged in confusion.

Jon soothed her by running his palms down her sides until she shivered and leaned into him. He hugged her close and nestled his chin in the crease of her neck and shoulders.

“We will never hurt you, Christina.”

She turned her face toward his. “It’s not that,” she admitted. “I…”

Jon lifted her chin and kissed her lips gently. “You what?”

She sighed and a red tinge flooded her cheeks. “I’m claustrophobic. I can’t stand being in tight spaces or held so I can’t move.” She spoke so fast her words got strung together.

TJ barked out in laughter and Chris huffed. “It’s not funny, TJ McFee.” Even blindfolded she was able to recognize TJ from Jon.

Jon smiled.

“You’re right, it’s not, baby. No tying you up, I promise.” TJ released her hands and put his on top of her head to help her into the backseat. “Not yet anyway,” he mumbled.

“I heard that,” she yelled.

Still chuckling, TJ followed her into the car. Jon slammed the door shut behind them and jogged around to the front. She would make things interesting, that was for sure. And hell, if they couldn’t tie her up—yet—there were a million other things they could do with and to her body.

Grinning in anticipation, Jon cranked the car and sped out of the parking lot.

Her pussy had to be leaving a wet spot on the leather beneath her butt. Chris licked her lips and dug her fingernails into her skirt. The blindfold tickled her nose. She lifted her chin and tried to peer underneath the edge. Nothing but pitch blackness surrounded her.

TJ laughed beside her and she blew out a breath. She should be panicking. Her heart should be racing. They were essentially kidnapping her, whether or not she’d gone along with it. They’d semi-promised not to tie her up—one of her biggest fears, along with elevators and trunks and the backseats of cars with only two doors. She had this insane phobia of going over a bridge in one of those deathtraps and not being able to get out. Sitting here, blindfolded, with two men who’d almost made her come with their fingers in a parking lot for all the world to see wasn’t making her bubble into hysteria. Well actually, it was—in anticipation of what was to come. She had a feeling what had started to happen against the car door was the tip of the iceberg.

Calloused fingers landed above her knee and she jumped.

“Easy, baby.” TJ smoothed his hand up her leg, lifting the skirt and easing his way to her core.

Chris spread her knees, allowing him access. Easy access. Lord what the hell had happened to the woman who’d gone into work this morning intent on keeping the men of the universe at bay yet another day? She had turned into a lush of ginormous proportions.

His hand disappeared.