Uncensored Passion (Men of Passion) (3 page)

After an explosive climax, they lay discussing their philosophies. Lee was enthralled and completely smitten when he discovered how compatible they were. It was then that Kayla broached the subject of her chosen lifestyle and once he had gotten over being stunned, Lee admitted he found the concept intriguing to say the least.

To her question of, “Would you consider joining us? Could you accept that there would be others?” He had answered, after a moment of quiet contemplation, “Yes. I could.”

And life for Lee had never been the same since, nor would he have it be. He had his ever-growing successful restaurant chain up and running, he had the woman of his dreams on special nights made all the more spectacular by the spiciness of their adopted life choice, and he had the best friends of his life in his fellow partners. Life was definitely good.

Many nights Lee relaxed on his bed, those alternate nights he was not in bed with Kayla, and thought about just how perfect everything was for him—far better than he could have imagined when he thought of his old, empty life.

Becoming Kayla Saradon’s second “husband” one month after meeting her, Lee had decided, was the best thing he had ever done.

* * *

After her brief conversation with Lee, Kayla found the day to be another exasperatingly long one. As she ushered her last appointment out, she released a pent-up sigh of sheer relief.

The more she listened to her patients’ problems—some extremely deep-seated, but most insipidly vain, born out of frustrated loneliness and misconceptions of what life does or does not expect from one—the more Kayla realized how lucky she was. And how utterly content.

Sometimes she had to bite her tongue to keep from sharing that knowledge with those of her patients who were seeking fulfillment with no earthly idea about where to find it. Lately, in her utter contentment, she found herself wanting to confide her liberated, polyandry secret. She wanted to shout it to the world, publish it in graphic detail, and see it displayed from every newsstand.

But of course she couldn’t—wouldn’t.

Instead, she automatically voiced platitudes to her patients. She nodded politely as she listened and encouraged them to “open their horizons” without offering a way to do that.

In other words, Kayla admitted as she prepared to leave the office,
I’m a colossal hypocrite!

As she settled behind the wheel of her Lexus and maneuvered it from the parking garage, Kayla refused to dwell on that thought. Instead she concentrated on her forthcoming night with Lee and what surprises he might have in store for their night together.

Wonderfully uncomplicated Lee,
she mused.

It brought a smile to her face as she thought about how Lee had the strength to bench press her if he so desired, but instead was the most gentle of her men, with the most soothing, soft hands and infinitely tender, sensual lips.

One of Lee’s greatest attributes, and one she so appreciated, was that he was definitely a man comfortable within his own skin. Not only did he admit to his love of cooking, but also to what would ordinarily be considered “girly flicks” filled with problem romances that eventually evolved into a tearful, everlasting commitment of the lovers.

In other words, Lee is my hulking, muscle-clad, intimidating-in-appearance, hopeless romantic, and I can’t wait to be with him tonight.

Thinking of that, Kayla’s smile broadened as she drew near to her home.

Lee was exactly what she needed tonight. Remembering how good he was at what he considered his “specialty” made her suddenly wet and eager. She was so looking forward to it as she pulled the car into the garage.

As always, she was met by her four men when she stepped inside. After kissing them all, she led the way into the living room and plopped down on the couch with a weary sigh.

They all could see she was mentally drained. In silent agreement, they decided to relieve her tension: Luke massaged the kinks out of her neck, Lee rubbed her feet, Harm brought her a glass of wine, and J.J. took her hand and sucked her fingers gently. He sat beside her to ask, “What can I do to erase the memories of the day,
amor
?”

“You’re doing it. All of you,” she said, flashing them all a tired smile as she took a long swallow of the wine. “I don’t know what I’d do without you—any of you.”

J.J. leaned to kiss her, before suggesting, “Why don’t we all relax in the Jacuzzi? Maybe that will wash away the lousy day.”

“Great idea,” Harm echoed.

“Dinner can wait,” Lee said. “It’s just leftover pot roast, anyway. Unless you’re hungry enough to eat right now.”

Kayla shook her head. “No, I’m not. The Jacuzzi sounds great.”

“Tell you what. Let us do everything tonight,” Luke suggested. “Undress you, position you in the Jacuzzi, give you a fresh glass of wine, then stand ready to offer whatever pleasure you desire to erase the day.”

“Sounds wonderful,” Kayla said laughing. “I’m all yours, guys.”

Luke disappeared through the patio doors to start the Jacuzzi while she allowed her other three men to undress her and then lead her to the inviting, bubbling, warm water.

Kayla’s mind was reeling with the delicious feeling that she had the greatest life one woman could imagine as she settled in the Jacuzzi and watched her handsome partners disrobe, then join her in compatible silence.

As always, Kayla marveled at how comfortable they all were with her and each other, the way a perfect marriage should be, but seldom was. In fact, as far as she knew from her patients and past experience with her parents, hers was the only such marriage in existence.

Knowing it was Lee’s night, the others positioned themselves slightly apart, deferring to him the coveted place next to her. She leaned her head on his broad shoulder before tilting her head up to receive his passionate kiss.

“Sorry that damned job takes such a toll on you, hon,” he said tenderly as he pulled away.

“Some days are harder to get through than others. Lately I seem to resent them all, however. I’m thinking I must need a vacation.”

“So why don’t you take one? We could all arrange to go away somewhere. Some exotic island maybe. Or you could just stay home and relax while we all take turns pleasuring you.”

Kayla looked at him smiling, thinking,
sweet Lee always makes things sound so simple and easy. Yet they never are.

She had a full schedule for the next two months, appointments booked back to back. She didn’t say that because she never discussed business with them. She never wanted to, preferring to keep her men separate and secluded within the private confines of their home and also within her mind, her one safe haven where the intrusive outside world was prohibited to enter.

“That sounds heavenly, but I’m afraid right now it’s out of the question.”

“You work too hard, Kayla,” Harm said. “You don’t have to, you know?”

The others nodded their agreement.

“I know. Guess it’s ingrained in my DNA. Besides, as long as I have all of you to come home to, I can manage a few aggravating days at the office. Hell during the day, but heaven at night makes for one lucky broad.”

“We’re the lucky ones. And you damned sure will always have us,” J.J. said with a grin.

They left the Jacuzzi after an hour, dried each other off, and donned robes before eating a late dinner.

Afterward, Kayla and Lee disappeared to her apartment. As soon as the door shut behind them, Lee picked her up and cradled her against his broad chest as though she were an injured child in need of comfort.

“If you’re too tired to have sex tonight, hon, just tell me. I’ll just hold you, or rub your back or whatever you need me to do.”

“I will never be too tired for you, Lee. I can’t tell you how much I’ve looked forward to being with you tonight.”

He set her back on her feet and removed both their robes without speaking again. In his unassuming way, he slid his hands over her body, leaving a tingling awareness in their wake as he kissed her gently. He cupped her breasts and leaned to suckle each with infinite tenderness.

As he raised his head, Kayla wrapped her arms around his strong neck and hugged him close. She always felt so secure and pampered with Lee. And she knew what he preferred sexually. Tonight she wanted that, as well.

Kissing him passionately, she said, “Why don’t we start with my pleasuring you?”

Having said that, she knelt before him and began teasing the soft, satiny tip of his cock with her seeking tongue, licking up and down the shaft as her hands moved between his legs to gently massage his balls, soliciting his excited moans.

“Now it’s your turn, my beautiful wife,” he said as he pulled her to her feet and guided her to the bed. He sat down beside her, gently urging her to her stomach.

“First of all, I intend to give you the best massage you’ve ever had, my love. Then I’m going to start kissing the back of your neck and slowly work my way down, kissing every inch of you, then turn you over and let my tongue explore every crevice of your gorgeous body. I promise you when this night is over, you’ll be limp with satisfaction. You’re so perfect and I love you so much, Kayla,” Lee murmured as he warmed the fragrant oil in his large hands and began to massage her. He heard her sigh with released tension and smiled.

“That’s it, baby. Let me take you to the nirvana of relaxation. This night is all about you.”

After he had fulfilled that portion of his promise, he gently turned her and explored her with his educated tongue until she was writhing beneath him in anticipation. Only then did he maneuver them into his favorite 69 position. Slipping one arm beneath her, he held her hips firmly, burying his face into the springy thatch of golden hair between her thighs. She moaned her acceptance of his actions as his tongue delved hungrily into the moist valley of her sex.

He gave his probing tongue full thrusting power, plunging into her wet center before exiting to flick at her hardened clit. As his lips closed around her clit, he began to gently suck.

On the precipice of orgasm, after teasing his velvet-tipped shaft with her tongue, Kayla took his cock fully into her mouth and sucked it just as passionately as Lee was sucking her clit. She felt him jerk with climatic release and savored his salty essence as she shook with her own orgasmic release.

Both breathing hard, they lay satiated and limp with pleasurable exhaustion.

Lee moved around until he was facing her. His big arms encircled her as he declared, “You are the perfect wife, Kayla. I consider myself as blessed as a man can be.”

“I feel the same way about you, Lee. We’re good together.”

He hugged her close.

“Damn, woman, I adore you.”

“Back at you, big guy,” she said affectionately. Relaxed into a pleasant state of sexual lethargy, she snuggled against Lee’s broad shoulder, and as sleep tugged at her, the aggravating day faded. All petty worries had dissipated. All that remained was the pleasant afterglow of fantastic sex and the peaceful knowledge that she was one satisfied woman.

CHAPTER 4

Luke

Luke helped Kayla into her bath. The scented oils hung fragrant in the sumptuous bathroom. Luke gently washed Kayla’s back as she leaned forward with a contented sigh to give him complete access. As she exhaled, she breathed the compliment, “You have a magic touch. Think I might start calling you slow hand Luke.”

Kayla tilted her head back and Luke kissed her. When their lips parted, he teased, “I like everything done slow and with expertise, my sweet.”

“Don’t I know it. And you are so damned good at everything,” Kayla teased back.

* * *

Thirty-three-year-old Lucas Wendell Cartwright (Luke), Kayla’s choice for her third “husband,” had moved to Nashville from Mississippi with high expectations of becoming a songwriter or entertainer. He had taught himself to play the piano and guitar at a young age, and by the time he was in his teens, had mastered both.

Though he was boyishly good looking and had an infectious personality with a sparkling, white-toothed grin, after six struggling years that bordered sometimes on starvation, he had not made his mark in the music business to the degree he had envisioned. He had only recently had several of his songs accepted by a well-known publisher/producer who assured him he could get him some cuts. Word was finally getting out to those in the know in Nashville that he was one of the best guitar pickers around, which was opening the door to play for various entertainers’ recordings.

To keep himself available for those calls, Luke had taken a temporary job in a bookstore, where the owner, a real music lover with empathy for struggling artists, was aware and agreeable that he might have to take time off occasionally when he was called to fill in on studio gigs.

But before that fortuitous happening, Luke had become completely dejected and was seriously considering returning to Mississippi the day he met Lee and Harm.

Nearly a permanent fixture at the local bookstore where he would later work, Luke was an avid reader with secret aspirations not only to conquer the music world, but one day become an author himself.

The day they met, Luke was so engrossed in his selection that he literally ran into Lee, which was—as he would laughingly recall later—like running into a brick wall.

It was a meeting that not only changed his mind about leaving Nashville, but changed his life forever.

Six feet tall and wiry, Luke was pleasantly muscled, keeping his body in shape with strenuous runs and exercise. He wore his lustrous brown hair long enough to secure it in a ponytail. His eyes were as unique as Kayla’s in a different way, but just as compelling. They were an unusually opaque gray and, once focused on you, seemed to hold you spellbound with their animal-like, hypnotic intensity. And when in the throes of orgasmic climax, they fascinated Kayla by the way they took on a steely, cutting-edge hue.