Beautiful Triad
Sexual Studies 3

The images flickered across the screen and thankfully the credits began to roll. He and Drew had lost the toss of the coin and instead of the action adventure flick they’d opted for, Lauren had chosen a romantic comedy that was definitely geared toward a female audience.

Not that it mattered to him, Rob thought, so aware of her it was like a physical touch. He’d watch cartoons if she wanted.

Drew snorted and pressed a button on the remote, shutting off the television. The small media room was just off the main part of the house, comfortably furnished with a leather sectional and a couple low glass coffee tables, the sole focus a vast, expensive entertainment center with a massive theater system. The three of them were seated the couch, and Lauren, in a thin tank top and light shorts, looked enticingly pretty with her slender legs curled under her, an after dinner glass of wine in her hand.

Arched brows lifted as she gave Drew a mock glare. “What was that sound for?”

“Sorry, babe, but these chick movies all end the same.”

“Chick movies? Better watch yourself, Drew, you sound like a misogynist with a comment like that. Why was it a chick flick? Because there weren’t a bunch of bad guys with guns being foiled by a bunch of good guys with guns?”

Drew looked at him. “Did you hear that? Misogynist? Back me up, Hanson. Don’t these movies all end with the same sappy kiss? That one wasn’t even a good kiss.” He gestured at the now blank screen with the remote.

Rob grinned and shrugged. “From a male perspective, I have to admit it looked like a substandard kiss to me. She probably yawned afterwards.”

“I thought it was romantic.” Lauren took a sip of wine and then made a gurgle of protest as Drew plucked the glass from her hand and set it on the table. “Hey.”

He turned toward her and gave her a slow smile. “I’ll be more than happy to show you how it should be done.”

She laughed. “Really, Drew, that isn’t necessary at the moment.”

He ignored the protest, his hand lifting to brush her hair back from her shoulder in a familiar gesture. One finger traced the line of her collarbone and he looked into her eyes. “You see, what we just saw was not an I-want-to-fuck-you kiss.”

“Drew.” There was outraged protest in her voice. “That is the least romantic word in the world, by the way.”

“Fuck? Probably. But it can be sexy.” His gaze dropped her mouth.

“I’m not going to comment.”

“Well, shouldn’t it have been?”

“What?”

“An I-want-to-fuck-you kiss. The director left us at the bedroom door. If so, the way it was done was all wrong.”

 “Oh, you’re an expert, is that it?” Lauren’s tone was teasing, but her lush lashes lowered a fraction as Drew leaned in, pinning her to the back of the couch with his body as his mouth descended to capture hers.

Rob didn’t move, just watching. His friend kissed her with slow deliberation, angling his head, his hands moving slowly. At first she stiffened, probably in objection to someone right next to them, and then the gradual relaxation was apparent as she began to respond. It was a very intimate kiss, and Rob was surprised at himself to find the sight was actually arousing rather than sparking the jealous reaction a man might usually feel to see the woman he wants in the arms of another man. Drew loved her, he knew that, and it was evident in the light movement of his fingers across her upper arms, and the way he melded their mouths together.

Lauren sounded a little breathless when they broke apart, her breasts lifting quickly under the material of her thin shirt. She was also blushing.

With a smug smile, Drew asked, “Well?”

In answer she gave an exaggerated shrug, her cheeks a vivid pink. “That was okay, I suppose, but—”

“Okay?” Drew caught her shoulders to turn her to face away from him, toward where Rob sat. “That’s a challenge if I ever heard one, Hanson. Let’s see how you do.”

For a moment their gazes locked over the top of her head.

This is it.

Lauren’s eyes widened and her lips parted in alarm as she stared at him, obviously off balance. “I…I don’t think we need to take this too far here.”

“I don’t get an opportunity at the best kiss title?” Rob felt his heart begin a slow pound, knowing he had this chance—and this chance only maybe—to convince her to at least consider the idea of two lovers. Drew had more than done his part and the ball was definitely in his court.

She didn’t answer and he guessed from the expression on her face she realized Drew had essentially just given them permission to do what he hoped like hell she wanted to do as much as he did.

He didn’t wait for her to think about it. Instead he slid closer, his gaze riveted on the tempting curve of her lips, his hands closing over her slim waist as he lowered his head. With the first touch of his lips she gave a betraying tremble. Then her mouth parted for the brush of his tongue.

Heaven.

She tasted like wine and warm woman, and he felt the reaction in his cock, which was already at half mast just from watching them. His erection surged as he tugged her closer, the roundness of her hip pressing his thigh, his exploration of her mouth gentle but urgent. Lauren’s hands came up to clasp his upper arms and he noted the lack of resistance with a surge of triumph.

It was definitely an I-want-to-fuck-you kiss as he teased and tasted. It might have even qualified for an I-want-to-make-wild, passionate-love-to-you-all-night-long kiss. He broke away, captured her mouth again, and she made a small sound that he easily interpreted as pleasure, because it was clear she was kissing him right back with encouraging enthusiasm.

Finally he lifted his head and stared into her eyes. He saw her consternation over what had just happened, and she seemed at a loss for words and more than a little shaken. In a not quite steady voice, Rob asked, “Well, how’d I do?”

ADULT EXCERPT

The slip of lace hit the floor and Lauren sat back down in her chair, feeling the night breeze coming in through the French doors onto the deck brush her naked body. “Fine, I suppose I lose,” she grumbled. Two sandals, a blouse, a bra, shorts, and now her panties. Considering she was wearing more than either of her competitors at the beginning of the game, how come she was the first one nude?

Drew, in fact, still had on everything but his shoes, but Rob was down to his underwear. It was no lie about Drew’s luck because he seemed to get the most incredible cards, and neither she nor Rob had won more than two hands. If she hadn’t have known better, she’d have accused Drew of cheating.

The breeze came through again and she wanted to blame it for the hardened peaks of her nipples, but it would have been a lie. She was wet, too, and sincerely hoped when she stood up she didn’t leave a telltale damp spot on the chair. It didn’t help that instead of continuing the game they were both just staring at her, the open admiration flattering but she was still getting used to the idea of both of them as lovers, so it was also disconcerting.

“Don’t you have a last hand to deal?” The pointed question was due both to a tinge of embarrassment over the formerly forbidden idea of sitting naked with two very gorgeous men who obviously wanted to make love to her, and the fact she was excited by the idea of it.

It was still a bit hard to reconcile, but she was definitely coming around.

“Yeah.” Rob tore his gaze away from her bare breasts and looked at the cards in hand. “Sorry, lost my concentration there for a minute. Don’t know why.”

“I do,” Drew chimed in, his heavy-lidded eyes holding a wicked glint. “This game is really getting fun. Give me my cards so I can kick your ass, Hanson.”

“I might win yet.”

“Don’t bet on it.”

The banter went on, though Lauren could tell from the minute Rob glanced at his hand he was not exactly delighted with what he’d been dealt. A poker face he did not have. He took two cards, didn’t look any happier, and waited.

“Unless you can beat a full house, drop those boxers, Hanson.”

Rob stood up and grumbled, “How the hell do you do that? That’s the second one you’ve had tonight. I got two pairs one hand and was grateful to get that.”

“Your luck is about to change in a minute.”

“Is that so?” Rob eased off his shorts, and Lauren saw he had an impressive erection already, his cock high and stiff against the taut plane of his stomach.

He gave her a smile that held a hint of apology for his arousal. His hand made a gesture at his crotch. “You’re here and naked. No way I can help this.”

“Time for my request, right?” Drew looked at her and a faint wicked smile hovered on his mouth. “Come here and kiss me and I’ll tell you what I want.”

The husky note in his voice made her give a small shiver. “The kiss isn’t the request?”

“No. I just like to kiss you, babe, and even more so when you’re so close and so damned hot.”

Acutely aware of Rob watching, she stood and up and walked around to where Drew sat, feeling his hands gentle at her waist as he urged her onto his lap. His mouth brushed hers and then settled into a deep kiss as she felt the coil of sexual need tighten in her stomach.

When he finally moved his mouth away, it was to her ear and his warm breath made her shiver, her nipples now tight and very erect. “I want to watch you suck his cock.”

It was startling to know he enjoyed seeing her with Rob, but she’d already gotten that impression the night before. On occasion, he also liked to talk dirty, but hearing what he wanted from her was a bit shocking when put so bluntly.

As if he could feel her confusion, Drew whispered in explanation, “It’s like watching the hottest porn ever, with the added bonus that you’re actually enjoying yourselves.”

Lauren glanced at where Rob sat. Intense hazel eyes caught and held her gaze. He murmured, “I’ve never been so happy to lose at anything in my life, but don’t feel pressured to do something you don’t want. I’m sure Drew feels the same way.”

“You can always say no, babe, you know that. We want you to be comfortable.”

That was the best thing about this relationship; she knew they both meant it. That she could trust them was definitely a positive point toward the possibility this might actually work out.

Well, they had certainly taken care of her the night before and she had the feeling she wasn’t going to be disappointed this night either. If they both wanted it, she wanted to please them, not to mention that had been a definite part of her fantasy a few nights ago. One thing her involvement with Drew had done for her was adjust her attitude about sex in general, and that included a more relaxed feeling about oral sex.

Lauren slid off Drew’s lap and felt her breasts sway as she walked with provocative slow steps to where Rob sat in his chair, watching her. “Since he’s the grand winner, I suppose we don’t have much choice, now do we?”

“You always have a choice.” Rob leaned back, his muscular thighs slightly spread, his erection high and swollen. Hazel eyes looked at her with direct sincerity. “Keep that in mind.”

“I will.” She leaned down and placed a hand on either side of his hips, braced on the seat of the chair, and licked her lips for their audience.

Where does this wild side come from, she wondered even as she lowered her head. The idea she would ever give someone a blow job besides Drew was shocking, not to mention in front of him...

But it was Rob shutting his eyes and taking in a sharp breath as her parted lips slid over the swollen crest of his erection. And it was Drew who sat in a sprawl with his gaze riveted on them, and somehow, it didn’t feel dirty but instead very, very arousing.

Because she loved them both.