It must have been the wine. That was the only possible reason that she could think of for being on this couch, right now, boldly allowing Alex to kiss her, knowing Rick was watching, knowing that he wanted to kiss her, too. And that she was going to let him.
They’d dropped her at the store that morning after meeting with the lab tech, then picked her up when she locked the doors at five. Although none of them had had much sleep, there’d been a sort of thrilling energy between them as they’d driven back to the small apartment Alex and Rick shared.
What they’d had for dinner, Kris couldn’t say. She had barely noticed it due to the anticipation in the air. The way the two men looked at her, touched her…something was going to happen tonight, unless she put a stop to it.
And, as nervous as she was, she somehow knew she wasn’t going to stop it.
Alex’s kiss was intoxicating. Heady as a fine champagne, and just as thrilling. His lips, strong and firm, were coaxing hers apart. His tongue, deft and probing, found and danced with hers as though they were made for each other.
After an endless instant, they came up for air.
“Wow,” she whispered softly.
“Yeah,” Alex murmured. He almost sounded…shy. It was heart-stopping, even to contemplate that this cool, poised, cynical detective could be affected. By her. By just kissing her.
Her pulse was racing, her breath unsteady. The depths of his deep chocolate eyes were pulling her in. He raised a hand gently to stroke her hair…
And his cell phone rang.
“Damn it,” he said, standing up and reaching for the phone.
And the mask slid back down. And he was cold, professional, unreachable Alex by the time he said hello.
Rick, seeming to sense her unease, slid down next to her on the couch before Alex had reached the doorway, and handed her a topped-off glass. He teased her gently, making her smile, coaxing a laugh out of her, putting her at ease.
A few minutes later, Alex came back into the living room. He was wearing a black turtleneck and jeans, and he was clipping on his shoulder holster.
“Got a lead on the antiques robbery. Sneaky Pete’s three beers in and decided he might have seen something that night. I…”
“It’s okay,” Rick said. “Go deal with Pete. I’ll entertain our house guest.”
“I’ll bet you will,” Alex quipped, one eyebrow raised. He slipped into a workman’s flannel shirt and was out the door in a flash.
He could have at least said good-bye.
“What’s a Sneaky Pete?” she asked Rick.
“Oh, he’s one of our local informants. Always willing to sell us a tip or pass along some information. Half the time it’s nothing. He calls one of us pretty much every time he’s started to run up a bar tab that he might not be able to pay, and tries to get us to cover it in exchange for ‘helping us out.’”
“It kind of sounds like enabling,” Kris observed.
Rick grinned. “Yep, it sure is. But we’ve also made some really good busts from information he’s given us. Cracked a couple of serial burglaries in the neighborhood, even got some of the art and silver back, and that’s tough to do in this day and age of Internet auctions and wholesale gold buyers.
“But let’s not talk shop.” He grinned and took her hand lightly. “I’m sorry Alex had to run out like that. He’s usually not quite so rude.”
“Yeah, I was rather expecting he’d at least say good night,” she said wryly.
“Sometimes when he’s got his teeth in a case, he forgets about everything else. Especially the social niceties of dating.” Rick grinned. “He’s lost us some really awesome potential girlfriends that way.”
“Doesn’t it put a crimp in things,” she asked, blushing, “the fact that you both like to date the same woman?”
“Nah, not usually,” he answered. “Especially when one of us gets a call. We kind of can’t not answer, you know.”
“I do understand that,” she said.
“And we do have, pretty much, identical taste in beautiful women,” he said softly, his blue eyes gazing into hers.
“Yes,” she whispered, suddenly a little short of breath. “I think I understand that, too.”
“Do you?” he breathed, leaning forward. He hesitated a moment, giving her a chance to turn away, to pull back.
Two glasses of wine, and look at you, kissing two men on the same night, a little voice said in the back of her mind. You ought to be ashamed of yourself...
She felt Alex’s hands on her, caressing her lower back and thighs, caressing the curves of her ass, pulling her hips up into the air. Felt the weight of him on the bed as he kneeled behind her.
She trembled as she felt the pressure of his cock against her bare flesh, the heated silk of its surface teasing her thighs. She braced herself, expecting him to enter her, but as she did so, she heard his low chuckle.
“No, lovely lady, not so quickly. I’m going to be watching your face when I enter you for the first time. For now, I’m just going to show you some of the ways you’re going to be enjoying yourself here.”
With deft precision, he slid his cock between her thighs, and she felt the head begin to tease the lips of her slick pussy. She shivered and moaned as the silken tip brushed across her throbbing clit.
Alex murmured softly, encouraging her as she reacted, again and again, to his gentle frotting. It was a different sensation altogether, she reflected, than the tongues and fingers she’d been enjoying. This was less precise, slower, but more solid.
And just as exhilarating, she thought, as the next orgasm splashed over her. She cried out, and two pairs of hands steadied her as she shuddered and climaxed.
Panting, she collapsed on the bed. Her lovers praised and stroked her as they rolled her over onto her back, laying one on either side of her, touching and caressing and kissing as she spiraled slowly down from her erotic high.
It took her a few moments to catch her breath, but when she opened her eyes, both men were smiling down at her, eager but patient, watching and waiting for her to be ready for them.
“Kris,” Alex said softly. “Tell us what you want.”
“I…” Her voice was raspy, her throat a little sore, as though she’d been screaming. Well, maybe she had. It was certainly possible. She coughed, cleared her throat and tried again.
“I want you,” she said softly. “Both of you. But I don’t know how…”
“Shh,” Rick said gently. “We’ll show you how.” He kissed her lips, her cheek, nuzzled against her earlobe. “Just relax, and let us show you.”
She moaned softly. Alex was cupping her breast, kissing the nipple, drawing it into his mouth. Rick lay beside her, one hand rubbing her abdomen in slow, lazy circles, dropping lower and lower.
Alex shifted to his knees and began kissing his way down her chest, while Rick slid his hand down her thigh and lifted her knee, coaxing her legs apart. He caressed the inside of her thigh, kissing and nipping at her ear, her neck, her shoulder. She moaned. The attention was making her head spin.
And then Alex was kneeling between her thighs, and calling her name.
She looked up at him, the depths of his dark eyes pulling her in. He was glorious, his body solid and strong, the muscles in his arms gleaming with sweat. His cock was purple and throbbing, pointing straight at her. She shivered with excitement.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, gazing down at her. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I…I want you,” she whispered.
“Tell me.” He was insistent.
“I want you inside me. I want you to make love to me,” she said, almost unable to speak. “I want to feel you in me, now. Please.”
He leaned forward, settling his arms on either side of her, while Rick gazed down at her face, watching her.
“Now?” Alex whispered.
“Now,” she moaned. “Now, please. Please!”
His dark eyes blazed. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips, then seated his cock between her hot, wet pussy lips.
“Yes,” he murmured. “Now.” And slowly began sliding in.
She whimpered. He was so big…but he was going slow and steady, and it wasn’t painful. She could feel her body stretching, her excitement easing the way for him.
His eyes devoured her face as he watched her react. Brief flickers of pleasure and breathless joy washed across her as he continued his slow, steady glide.
He stopped, pulled back a bit, and eased forward again. So slow, so gentle. The control it took was evident on his face. A muscle in his jaw pulsed as he fought to master himself and control his entry.
Rick whispered sweet, soothing words, petting her hair, stroking her arm, her breasts. She was feeling sensations she knew she’d never felt before, despite her experience. Nothing had ever been like this. Nothing else ever would be.
Alex filled her, fit her like nothing before. Despite his size, despite his girth, it was glorious, not painful at all. He felt wonderful, and she told him so.
A genuine smile washed over his face, and it was a delightful thing to behold.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”