What She Wants (20 page)

Calleigh was licking her spoon, pink tongue sliding through the ice cream. It was amazing what that did for a man's crotch. Of course, the pre-dinner show with her and Adrian had been inspiring. Packer had thought he might die from blue balls before the meal was over.

Adrian grabbed one of the cherries, held it by the stem, dangled it over her mouth. "Want my cherry?"

"Isn't that my line, Ades?" Her white teeth sank into the red flesh.

Packer bit back a moan. Jesus, that was like really good porn. His life was really good porn these days.

Adrian's fingers clenched, those eyes on her mouth. "Shit, baby girl, you're just... Damn."

She smiled, and it was that total woman in control smile, one that said she knew what kind of power she had over them. Minx. She rocked his world.

Calleigh leaned over until she was resting her head on Packer's lap, smiling up at him. "Good ice cream?"

God, she was pretty, with her soft hair and her sweet lips and her big eyes. He stroked her cheek. "Yeah, luv."

Oh, look at her pink up for him, so fine. He was grateful every day that she had decided to fight for Adrian instead of just quietly slipping away.

Adrian rubbed a piece of pineapple on her lips and she opened, tongue flicking out to lap at it. Packer figured he was going to die. They couldn't act on it out here; they got caught, they'd go right to jail. But having her down there licking her lips... Christ.

"You thinking naughty thoughts, Pack?" Adrian's voice was a low growl.

"Don't be stupid, Chook. Of course I am." He wanted them both on their knees, sucking him by turn. He wanted to take Calleigh while she took Adrian with a strap-on. Oh, the things he wanted...

"Good. I can't stop thinking about the trip to the restaurant, about what you said."

"Yeah?" Oh, he liked the sound of that. There was some naughty just waiting for a place to land.

Calleigh chuckled. "You're assuming I'd say yes."

Packer stroked her hair some more, calluses catching a little. "You'd like it, luv. We'd never do anything you didn't like."

Her cheek rubbed against his thigh. "Y'all make me ache."

"You make me hard, luv." She and Adrian made him fucking crazy, was what they made him.

Adrian groaned, one hand on her thigh, his fingers dark on the soft, pale skin. She felt so delicate, so smooth. Not a bit of the iron in her backbone showed from the outside.

"We'll make you so full, baby girl. You'll feel us everywhere."

Her legs parted at Adrian's words, spread like butter. Her little shorts were no real barrier, either, and Pack watched Adrian slide a finger along the hem of one leg.

"I think that I ought to be able to do y'all first."

Pack thought watching her plug Adrian sounded like the hottest thing on Earth. He dreamed about it sometimes. He grinned. "I could see that."

Adrian snorted. "Uh-huh. Like Pack would let you." He got a wink. "And I would get to do Calleigh first. We're married."

Calleigh's soft chuckle sounded. "Listen to y'all."

"What?" Pack glanced down, trying to ignore how that stung a little.

Her fingers were on his belly now. "Given that I'm sleeping in a king sized bed between you boys, I don't see pulling rank. You should draw straws."

"Mmm." He could be reasonable. If it meant that much to Ades, he'd let the man go first. "As long as I get to feel you both, I'll be good."

Adrian groaned, fingers disappearing under the denim for a second, making Calleigh peep.

"Now, Chook. Not out here." They needed to go to the hotel if they were going to get started again.

"Pack. He's the only one that got to come." Oh, he did like his wanton girl.

"I know, love. We can slip back in the cab." Not that he wanted to. She could just move an inch...

Her cheek slid across his cock, his aching dick, trapped in his jeans. "I want y'all."

"Oh, baby girl." Adrian chuckled, sounding pained. "We want you, too."

Her lips were right there, her nipples hard as diamonds, and Packer swore he could smell her. He rolled his hips, rubbing against her, and even with his jeans still closed tight as a nun's thighs, he almost lost it.

She rubbed all up against him again, then pushed up to where that fine ass was on his thighs. Pack got him a good handful of it, squeezing. Sweet girl. She was as addictive as Adrian. He was in huge trouble here.

Adrian smiled at him, one hand dropping to that straining cock, thumb rubbing. "Damn. Look at that."

"Greedy Chook. You had yours." He pushed a little more, really letting Calleigh slide on him.

"He did. Left me needing." Butter wouldn't melt in that girl's mouth.

"Well, we can't have that." No, sir. Pack would feel a right wanker if he left her needing. He undid the button on her tiny shorts, then the zipper. She was bare and slick and that thong didn't hide her from his fingers at all. Packer touched her, rubbing through her moisture, then finding her clit and circling it.

Her pretty head fell back, lips open. "Oh, Pack. Yes."

"Mmm. So hot for us, love. It's amazing, how sweet you are." He kissed her neck, her chin.

Adrian scooted closer, hand on her waist. "Smell you, baby girl."

"She's so wet for us, Chook. She's so ready. Gonna be so good, she is."

He felt Adrian's fingers, slipping next to his, touching her from behind. "Yeah. Feel that."

Packer stroked Adrian's fingers for a moment before going back to make Calleigh pant. She was squirming and rocking, her little gasps like the best riding music. Her sweet cunt drenched his fingers and, fuck, but he wanted in, wanted to bury himself in that to the root and hear her moan for him. All he could do was glance around to make sure they were still alone before he nodded at Ades. "Help me get these off."

"Next time, I'm wearing a skirt." Calleigh moaned and untied her button down so that the tail would hide her pretty ass. Adrian stripped her shorts off, and he popped the little strings of her panties. Poing.

"Next time we'll go home for dessert, baby."

"Fuck, yeah." Adrian had the right of it. Packer lifted her, his cock pushing his jeans, knowing where it wanted to go.

Adrian worked his fly open, gave his cock room to breathe. Those rough fingers pushed against his skin, getting him out, pulling him into position. Made his toes curl.

"Can't believe we're doing this." She sank down on him, sweet and wet and right.

"Mmm. Naughty, huh?" He could believe it. He and Adrian had done it more than once. It was so good with her, though.

"Uh..." Her eyes crossed, and she started moving, sliding on his cock.

Packer knew exactly how she felt. He was panting, his hips rocking. Adrian was helping, his hands on her hips, moving Calleigh faster.

"So hot. Faster, baby girl, I want you to come on his cock."

"L...listen to you..." Her head fell back, throat working.

"That's it. Listen to him. He's wanting so bad, luv." Packer had to grit his teeth a little to keep from going off like a rocket. Her first.

Adrian groaned, then one finger slipped into her, next to him.

Packer bit back a shout. Christ, that was going to kill him. He wheezed at Adrian. "Chook..."

"Uh-huh." Fingers tugged his balls and Adrian did something that made Calleigh's walls jerk wildly around him.

Packer's mouth opened, but no sound came out. The world went white hot and static-y, and Packer shot so hard his whole body shook.

Calleigh was still coming when the world came back, her eyes dazed and unfocused. Packer kissed her just because he could, his hands squeezing her ass in little pulses.

"Y'all." Adrian stared at him, eyes burning. "That was. Damn."

"Uh-huh. Come here and kiss us, Chook." They were taking some wild chances, but he needed it.

The kiss was immediate and wild and fierce and he felt how much Calleigh liked it, all around his cock. He pulled Calleigh in closer so she could really join in, and when her tongue touched their joined mouths, Adrian jerked like he'd been stung.

Calleigh moaned, smiled. "We need a bed. Nakedness. All of us."

"We do." He wasn't sure he could drive, but Adrian could steer with that hard cock, maybe.

"Uh-huh. Now." Adrian grabbed the keys and winked at them. "You two smell like sex."

Calleigh rolled her eyes back at him. "Wonder why?"

"Could be the good sex we just had." Packer eased her away before righting his jeans and helping her wrap up in a blanket.

"Uh-huh." She let him deposit her in the truck so she could work her shorts on, fix her hair. They were going to have to be damn careful, going into the hotel like this.

"Don't get us pulled over, Ades."

"I won't." Adrian met his eyes. "Got my best life here in this cab."

Packer blinked, then grinned. God, it was good to hear that, to know that he was included. Adrian was such a lover. The lad had so much going on up in that noggin.

Calleigh curled up into his side, making him hold her, arm draped over her shoulders. Not that he minded. She was warm and soft and so his, now. His and Adrian's.

Her lips brushed his jaw. "Mmm. So good."

"You know it, love. Gonna be even better, I promise." He had plans.

He couldn't wait.

Adrian had made it through the week. Calleigh had gone to North Texas to visit a sick cousin. Pack had sprained one wrist bad enough on a practice bull that everything had been wonky for three days. It was an off weekend, though, they were meeting in Dallas, and Pack was feeling well enough to drive.

Things were looking up. Adrian hadn't believed that this… thing they were doing could possibly work out, could even begin to make sense, but it had. It was.

Mostly.

"You okay, Chook?"

"Yeah, just thinking, mate."

Pack chuckled and lit a cigarette. Adrian privately thought Pack only smoked now as a habit. The man could go weeks without one. "About our sheila?"

"Yeah. She is, huh?"

"A sheila? Chook, Adrian, if you don't know that, we got us a big problem."

Adrian hooted, tickled, and shook his head. "No, asshat. Ours. Yours and mine."

Packer stilled, took a deep drag. "That bother you? She's your wife, after all."

"What kind of man would I be, Pack? If I said I wanted both of you, but I wasn't willing to share either one?" Pack was his, Calleigh was his. Calleigh loved Packer, Adrian knew it. It stood to reason that Packer needed to be in love with Calleigh to make this shit work between them.

"Had to be said. Men can be weird about their women."

"Yeah, I guess so." He shrugged. He didn't see how it could get much weirder. "How much longer?"

Pack glanced over, mouth kicking up on one side. "Ten minutes to the hotel."

He grabbed his phone, dialed their girl. As soon as she picked up, he growled. "Are you at the hotel?"

Her laugh filled his ear. "What if I decided to spend the night at Amber's or Brittany's?"

"You have the chance to kiss Pack and make him better and you're staying somewhere else?" He snorted. "I don't think so."

Her giggles made him smile. "Room 506. I have champagne and chocolate. I'm in the bathtub."

"Faster, Pack. She's in bubbles." His girl loved her bubble baths.

"Oh, fucking A. That means she shaved for us." Packer grinned wolfishly.

Packer loved that as much as Calleigh loved a bath. He was just glad Packer had never taken on the challenge of making him shave down there.

"Uh-huh. Shaved and slick, waiting for us with champagne and chocolate."

"Christ." Pack checked the mirrors and gunned it to their exit, sliding off the highway like a race car driver.

They swung into the parking space like Bo and Luke Duke, both of them grabbing their shit and heading in on a run. Their girl was waiting, after all. Adrian was more and more thinking of things as "theirs". All three of them.

He stopped at the desk, got a key card, and hit the elevator. He could feel Pack, hot and pushing behind him. Hard, fuck, Pack was hard. They tumbled out of the elevator, and Packer's hand landed on his ass, pushing him on.

They rubbed together while he opened the door. The sound of slow, soft music and the scent of honeysuckle shampoo damn near made him cream his jeans. Adrian made it to the bathroom door first, and goddamn, that was something to behold.

Calleigh lay in the tub, just her pretty face, her pink toes and her rosy nipples showing above the waterline.

"Howdy, boys." She waved to them, smiled, and Packer groaned.

Adrian couldn't blame him. That made everything bounce and wiggle. Adrian went to tug on her toes. "Hey, baby."

"Good drive?" She wiggled her toes, stretched for him.

"Better now," Pack murmured, coming up to the tub even as he undid that heavy buckle.

Those bright green eyes landed on Packer's hand, and her tongue flicked out, wetting her pretty lips. Adrian hummed, knowing he was about to get a show. Pack was needing, and who was he to get in the way?

She lifted one leg, the bubbles dripping down, her hands smoothing over her skin as she teased. Packer's jeans hit the floor, the boots flying out into the main hotel room. The shirt and undershirt went next.

"You needin' a bath, Pack?" Her words were pure sex, low and husky.

"I think I might need one, yeah. You can start here." Pack pushed a hand up under his cock, lifting it.

"Can I?" She sat up a little, bubbles sliding down her breasts, exposing them.

"Uh-huh." Packer took another step toward the tub, putting everything right there for Calleigh. It was like having a live porn reel.

She knelt up, wet hands on Packer's thighs, bright pink lips wrapping around the tip of his cock and Adrian swore he could fucking feel it, deep in his balls. He watched, breathless, his lips dry as a bone. He wanted both of them so bad.

"Yeah." Packer eased the clip out of her hair, eyes on her face, on her mouth. Adrian could see Pack's ass clench, tense and relax.

He slid to his knees on the tile, leaving his jeans on so he could protect his knees. He leaned on the tub, moving in to kiss the side of Calleigh's mouth.

"Mmm." Her tongue slid out, touched Adrian’s lips.

Adrian grinned a little, especially when he and Calleigh both turned back to Packer and licked at his cock. He could see Pack's knees try to buckle. Calleigh's fingers slid up, brushed Packer's balls, even as her other hand found his belly.

They were all connected. All together, and it made his stomach ache with how good it was. He and Calleigh fought over the head of Packer's cock, licking and sucking in turns.

Packer was making the best sorts of noises and Adrian's nose was filled with the scent of Calleigh's shampoo. His cock was heavy, and he wanted more of Packer's prick. But then there were sweet, wet, hard nipples right there...

A man could overwhelm himself with those kinds of choices. Adrian finally chose nipples, letting Calleigh take Packer in deep.

"Fuck!" It was Pack that barked the word out, one hand tangling in Calleigh's hair.

"Mmm. That's it, huh? Let her know how good she is." Adrian let Calleigh feel his teeth; he felt her little cry when he did, too. That sound settled in his belly, in his balls.

Pack moaned again, and that other callused hand pushed into Adrian's hair. "Need you, too, Chook. Please."

Oh, yeah. They could double-team Calleigh in a minute. He lifted his head and licked at the base of Packer's cock. Calleigh's fingers slid behind Packer's balls, found his, and pushed them back. Together they teased Pack's hole, tapping and pushing.

"Oh, Christ." Packer rose up on tiptoes, those amazing muscles bunching up under Pack's skin. He and Calleigh teased and taunted, taking turns sucking that long prick, licking and kissing together, each of them pressing a finger inside Packer's hole, just the tips.

Adrian knew the second Pack lost it, one hand hauling Calleigh up for a desperate kiss, the other wrapping around the back of his neck so Pack could fuck his face. Such a gentleman, not wanting to come all over the lady. He damned near choked, caught between melty and amused.

Good thing he loved them both so fucking much.

He swallowed finally, taking everything Pack had to give. When he pulled away, he stood up on shaky legs to join the kiss.

Calleigh pushed against him, tongue pushing in to drive him out of his fucking mind. He kissed her back, needing so bad he could hardly stand it. Her fingers tugged at his buckle, yanked his belt. It was Packer who got her out of the tub, got them moving toward the big bed. That was probably good. Someone was bound to brain themselves, slipping on the wet tile. Adrian had to admit, he didn't have the good sense right now to do anything but touch them.

"Missed y'all." She was tearing at his clothes, nails on his skin.

"God, yes. Everything was all wrong without you, huh, Pack?" He touched her skin, slick and hot and smooth.

Packer grunted, nodded, hands full of those amazing breasts, fingers working her nipples. He loved it when Pack went all non-verbal. It didn't escape Adrian that he and Calleigh could still talk, but they were the ones who hadn't gotten to come. Hell, it might just be him. She might have come a hundred times in the tub while she was shaving. The thought made him shake.

"You get all ready for us while you were in the tub, baby girl?" he asked, reaching down to run a finger over her mound.

"I did." She moaned, the bare skin slick and silky. She was so soft, so hot, and she was wet with more than just bathwater.

"Feel, Pack. Just feel her."

Packer's fingers joined his, sliding through her folds, fingers teasing her clit enough that Adrian could smell how bad she wanted.

Calleigh moaned, her back arching, pushing her hips forward and her breasts up. It was an engraved invitation that he couldn't resist. Adrian bent to suck at one hard nipple, rolling it with his tongue.

"Y'all!" Her voice rang out, husky and desperate, and Packer's groan answered her.

"Sweet lady. Love this, love how you feel." Packer's voice was nothing but a rumble of sound.

"Need you." She was starting to rock, starting to drive herself between them.

"You got us, luv." Packer kissed her again, and Adrian was close enough to hear the wet sound their lips made.

Their fingers moved faster, driving and sliding, slipping through that amazing heat. He sat on the edge of the bed, tugged her closer. Calleigh came to him easily, hands on his shoulders, her breasts right at face level. God, she was lush. Packer stood behind her, hands cupping her, rubbing one of her nipples against his mouth.

Adrian moaned. Yeah. He wrapped his lips around one, licking and sucking.

"That's right, Chook. Make her moan."

Calleigh's skin tasted clean, sweet. She always tasted good, but he loved her right out of the bath. He sucked hard, tongue pushing her nipple toward the roof of his mouth. Her back arched, her whole body bending with it. Christ, she was so responsive.

"Brought... brought toys, sexy things. For us."

"Want you to fuck him, girl. Want you to drive into him." Packer was growling low.

Calleigh laughed, a feminine, husky sound. "I bought the stuff. A strap-on. Lube."

Adrian's knees would have buckled if he'd been standing. He was flushed all over, his blood pounding in his head. He might just die.

Her lips brushed his ear, the whisper husky, pure sex. "I bought little plugs, too."

"Christ." His body jerked, his cock trying to get to her.

Packer laughed, rolling him back on the bed so he lay down, his cock pointing straight up. They both grabbed on and stroked, Packer's hands over Calleigh's.

Adrian growled, fighting to get more, hips slamming up. Packer grinned at him. "Slut."

Calleigh nodded. "Ours, though."

"Fuck, yeah. All ours." Packer pulled her hand away, making Adrian whimper. "Get your toys, luv. Let's play with him."

She headed for the bureau, bending over to expose her sweet little ass, her pink slit. Adrian rose up on his elbows to watch, because that was a view he'd never turn down. Pack agreed, it looked like, because they both just stared like idiots. When she stood, turned with the toys in hand, her cheeks turned pink. "What?"

He had to clear his throat. "Good show, baby girl."

She stuck her tongue out at them, then came closer, handed Packer the strap-on. "I didn't know... I tried to match you."

Packer looked the thing over, nodding easily. "It's a good size, luv. You did good."

The thing was Packer-sized for sure. His girl was a good judge.

Calleigh actually looked a little fluttery, like she was a touch nervy. That was so sweet, reminding him that while they'd always been adventurous, this was all new territory for both of them. All three of them, even.

It was Packer, though, who eased them all into the bed, leaving the strap-on there between them like a promise. Packer never had a moment of doubt, at least not when it came to the physical. Fuck, he'd been impossible to resist from the very first.

It was Pack who got Calleigh's fingers slick, helping her spread him wide, Adrian moaning as they touched him. He pushed back, knowing how this worked. He and Pack did it all the time, after all. Her longer nails felt a little weird, scraping his nerves a little.

"Baby girl. So good." He moaned the words, making her smile, push in deeper. She loved a challenge, and with Pack's help, she had no reason to worry, really.

Packer got the fake cock on her, petting her the whole time, murmuring filthy words about how hot she was, how good this was. That low voice was hypnotic, and Adrian rocked his hips in time with Packer's words.

"Need, baby. Soon."

"Turn over, Ades. Hands and knees for me."

Swallowing hard against his suddenly dry throat, Adrian rolled and got to his hands and knees. His balls hung down, his ass pushed up, and he felt completely exposed.

"God, Ades. Love you." Her soft hands cupped his ass and her tongue teased the small of his back.

"Oh." He moaned for her, his fingers digging into the sheets. "Love you, too."

"So fucking pretty. You make me so wet." Her voice slid up his spine.