Kelly Jamieson

Love Me More

To Tera with thanks for believing in these stories and for all I’ve learned from you.

Chapter One

“Two women is every guy’s fantasy.”

Melina smiled against Gavin’s chest where his heart thudded, its rhythm heavy from the orgasm he’d just had. Sweat slicked their bodies, bare and twined together, the covers bunched up at the foot of the bed.

“So,” she murmured, “your fantasy came to life that night that Abby and I…”

“Well…sort of.”

She lifted her head to look at him. “What do you mean, ‘sort of’?”

They didn’t often talk about that night. The night Melina, desperate to get Gavin’s attention, had ended up in bed with another woman. Melina had been frustrated because of Gavin’s long hours at work, and she’d tried everything to spark his interest—sexy new lingerie, even a Brazilian wax job—but he’d been deep into a business project, stressed and unavailable. Convinced he’d lost interest in her, she’d let Abby talk her into flirting with someone else—her. But a few glasses of wine had led to more than just flirting. And when Gavin had walked in on her and Abby in the bedroom… Well, Melina had been afraid she’d not only caught his attention, she’d put an end to their relationship.

But Gavin had been turned on, and the three of them had had a sexy, one-time-only threesome.

His hand stroked up her back, combed through her hair. “Well, that night was all about you.”

She gasped. “It wasn’t all about me! I was trying to get your attention!”

“Oh, please. Don’t pretend you weren’t into it. You loved everything Abby did to you. And everything you did to her.”

Heat swept over Melina’s face and she squirmed against Gavin’s solid warmth. It was true. She had been into it. “But…”

“Hey, don’t get upset. It was hot, hot, hot. But in my fantasy… Oh, never mind.”

“What?” She wanted to know. She gazed down at him, his square jaw shadowed with stubble, dark eyes gleaming, short brown hair tousled.

“Well…in my fantasy, the two women are focused on my pleasure. If you know what I mean.” His eyelids drifted shut.

“Oh.”

Watching her and Abby, and being watched by Abby, had been the extent of Gavin’s involvement in the threesome. Although, Melina and Abby had shared the pleasure of licking his cock after he’d come in his hand while watching them. Melina nibbled her bottom lip. “I didn’t know about that. I mean, that you wanted…”

He smiled and used both hands to gather her hair behind her neck. He looked sated and loving and so, so sexy. “It’s just a fantasy, Mel. Not something I ever expect to happen.”

She smiled back at him and moved closer so she could kiss him. “I know. I get it.” Their mouths met in a soft, clinging kiss, and as Melina drew back, her tongue slid over Gavin’s mouth. Their eyes met again, held, then drooped shut as he pulled her down for another kiss, open-mouthed, deep and wet. She stroked his tongue with her own, sucked it, then gasped as he rolled her beneath him.

* * *

“We’ve got the two hottest strippers in town coming.”

Melina stopped just inside the sliding screen door leading onto the deck at their friends Kylie and Duncan’s place. She blinked. Strippers?

Duncan and Gavin sat outside on the sunny deck drinking beer, while she’d been helping Kylie in the kitchen. She looked down at the tray of nachos in her hands.

“You guys are crazy,” Gavin said with a laugh.

“It’s your bachelor party.” Duncan paused and Melina assumed he was drinking his beer. “Your last chance to let loose as a single man. We gotta do it for you, buddy. And they don’t just strip…so be prepared for anything.”

“I don’t know…” Gavin sounded amused but hesitant.

Good for him, damn it. Say no! Tell those juvenile, oversexed idiots they can have a bachelor party without strippers. Strippers who didn’t just strip…what the hell did that mean?

Melina’s stomach clenched unpleasantly. She wasn’t a prude. She’d seen women dance and take their clothes off. She knew what went on in the world. But the thought of Gavin having a lap dance—or oh, God, even more—with all his friends there egging him on… Her imagination went wild with thoughts of what could happen.

She pushed open the door and stepped outside. “Hi,” she said brightly and set the nachos down on the table. “What are you talking about?”

Gavin sent a glance at Duncan. “Uh…”

“The bachelor party,” Duncan said. “We’re going to play uh…poker.”

She glared at Duncan. “Really.”

“Yeah.” His eyes shifted down to his beer.

She drew in a deep breath and held it, delving deep for control. She picked up her margarita and her fingers tightened on the slick, cold glass. She was not going to make a big deal about this in front of Gavin’s best friend. They’d talk about it later. Maybe. She expelled her breath.

Since that rough time a few months back, they’d learned the importance of communication, and everything had been so much better. No more game playing. No more assumptions. They were open and honest. And now they were getting married. So she’d just tell Gavin she didn’t like the idea of a bachelor party with strippers who didn’t just strip.

She sipped her margarita, icy cold and mouth-puckering, as she leaned against the deck railing. The sun, low in the sky but still warm, cast long shadows across the deck. Kanye West thumped from the outdoor speakers and the faint screams and laughter of neighborhood kids drifted over the fence.

“Last two weeks of being a single man,” Duncan said to Gavin with a smirk. “Enjoy it, buddy.”

“Hey.” Duncan’s wife, Kylie, came through the sliding doors, another tray in her hands. The setting sun turned her strawberry-blonde hair fiery red-gold. “What’s wrong with being married?” But her green eyes twinkled, as if she knew damn well Duncan didn’t mind being married at all.

Duncan grinned. “Nothing, as long as you don’t mind being in the wrong for the rest of your life.”

Kylie rolled her eyes.

Melina seethed. How could Duncan plan something like that? He was her friend, too. She knew he liked her. From the first time they’d met, he’d teased her and flirted with her—just playing, never for real—and she thought he was happy she and Gavin were getting married.

Kylie put down the tray of appetizers. “I hope you’re not corrupting Gavin,” she said to her husband. She glanced at Melina with shared feminine amusement. “Don’t worry. He’s harmless.”

Melina forced a smile, but her stomach still felt tight and queasy about the upcoming stag party.

What the hell was she so worried about? Didn’t she trust him?

“I just don’t like it.” Melina’s voice was small and strained. “Isn’t that enough? If it bugs me, do you really want to do it?”

They lay in bed, once again sweaty and sated, bodies pulsing, hearts racing, lungs straining for air. God, he loved fucking Melina. Always had, always would. He loved how responsive she was, how enthusiastic. Just as much into sex as he was.

“I’m not going to do anything.” Gavin heaved a sigh of frustration. “They’re just dancers.”

“But…I heard Duncan talking. He said there are two of them and they do more than just strip. I’m afraid…” Her voice trembled and she had to pause. “I’m just worried…”

He pulled away from Melina’s clinging arms and warm body. He rolled onto his side and faced away, jaw aching as he clenched his teeth. “If you don’t trust me…”

“No.” Her protest was whispered, and he felt her small hands tugging at his shoulder, trying to turn him back to face her. “I trust you, Gav…I…”

“If you trust me, you wouldn’t be worried.”

Her hand relaxed on his upper arm, went still. She was quiet. “You’re right.”

Huh? He’d won an argument? In your face, Duncan!

He turned cautiously to face her. “Really?”

She gave a jerky nod. Her blue eyes met his steadily. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I do trust you, Gav. It just bothers me to think of…never mind.”

It was kind of sweet that she was jealous about some anonymous women who were going to take off their clothes in front of a bunch of men. Melina had nothing to worry about. He wasn’t quite sure how she could be so prudish about this, given her recent experiences. Sometimes he just didn’t get women.

“Don’t worry.” He kissed her forehead, pulled her into his arms and tucked her against him. He smoothed back her long blonde hair, rubbed a silky strand between his fingers. She was so little; he loved how she made him feel big and strong and protective. “You have nothing to worry about, sweet stuff.”

“I know.” But when he went to kiss her she turned her face away.

Chapter Two

“I’m home!”

Gavin hung up his jacket. Silence greeted him.

“Melina?”

No answer. He wandered into the kitchen. She was always home before him, usually making dinner. But not tonight. Huh.

He went and changed out of his suit into jeans and a T-shirt. In the living room he turned on the television and flicked through channels, catching the end of the news.

He should call her, see where she was. Did he forget about something she was doing after work today?

He called her cell phone. No answer.

Memories of the time they’d split up snuck into his head. How she’d left him, with nothing but a note. They’d made up a couple of days later, but he’d felt like shit those two days, thinking he’d lost her.

She must have just gone shopping or something after work.

Then why wasn’t she answering her phone?

His stomach grumbled. He needed food. He opened the kitchen cupboards and peered into them. Hell, he wasn’t much of a cook. Melina could whip up a meal out of nothing…but him on his own was sad. He opened the fridge.

Maybe he could make something nice for both of them? When she got home she’d be impressed. He grinned, rummaged through the fridge. He found some chicken breasts. Perfect, Melina’s favorite.

He hauled out a frying pan and heated it up. He needed oil. Found oil. Poured it in, tossed the chicken in. A salad would be good, another thing Melina loved. He pulled open a drawer in the fridge and surveyed the contents. Usually you needed lettuce for a salad…what was that head? It could be cabbage. He wasn’t sure if he could tell the difference. But hey, it was green and leafy, so it should work. There were also some carrots and a green pepper.

He chopped and tossed the vegetables into a bowl. Now for some dressing…back to the fridge. He poked his head in. He couldn’t remember Melina ever buying bottled salad dressing, usually she mixed up some concoction, but…mayonnaise should work.

He turned the chicken breasts over, tossed the salad and set the table. A glance at his watch told him it was nearly eight o’clock. Pretty late for dinner. He frowned. Where the hell was she?

He tried her cell phone again, still no answer. Damn.

A whiff of smoke had him running back to the kitchen to yank the pan off the burner. He lifted a piece of chicken. Thank Christ, it wasn’t too burned. Just well done.

So the food was ready but still no Melina. He leaned against the counter, folded his arms across his chest and studied his meal glumly. He’d been hungry half an hour ago, but now his stomach just burned.

Then he heard the key in the lock. He straightened and stepped into the hall. Melina was just dropping her keys into the bowl on the table near the door.

“Hey, you’re home! Where were you?”

She turned to him. “I went out.”

“Oh. Out where? I was kind of worried.”

“Really?” She paused. “What’s that smell?”

“I made dinner. Aren’t you hungry?”

“No. I ate.”

“Oh.” His heart sank a little. “Okay, then.” He rubbed his palms over his thighs.

Melina picked up the mail from the table and flicked through it.

“Where did you go?” he asked.

She lifted her head and looked at him. “Just out. I’m going to go change.”

She disappeared down the hall and with slow steps Gavin returned to the kitchen, feeling heavy and hollow.

What was going on? She was apparently pissed about something. What? What did he do?

Christ, he hated this shit. He stabbed a chicken breast with a fork and lifted it onto a plate, scooped up some salad. Then he sat down at their small table and stared at his meal.

It looked like crap. Hopefully it tasted better.

He heard Melina move around in the bedroom, go into the bathroom, then come back out. Then she appeared in the kitchen door, dressed in…good God. She hadn’t worn those pajamas for a while. Grey and blue flannel pants that were probably big enough for him hung on her, and a thick grey sweatshirt hid her beautiful body. She’d pulled her pretty, long blonde hair back into a ponytail.

She eyed the food. “You made that?”

“Yeah.” He forked a piece of chicken into his mouth and chewed. Uh…he looked at the piece on his plate. It was kind of pink inside. That was okay, wasn’t it?

He cut through the middle of the meat, and grimaced. It was practically raw. Very unappetizing. He set down his knife. Well, there was still the salad. You couldn’t go too wrong with vegetables.

The salad was pretty disgusting, too.

Melina got a bottle of water out of the fridge, cracked open the lid and drank from it. The silence in the room was as thick as the fleece sweatshirt she wore.

Gavin sighed and put down his fork.

“What’s wrong?”

She gave him a blank look. “Nothing.”

“Bullshit.” He shoved his chair back and stood. “Something’s wrong. You disappeared for hours and now you’re acting colder than January. Come on, Mel. Didn’t we agree we were going to talk things out from now on?”

Her pretty mouth pressed tight and her eyes dropped. He could almost predict what she was going to say next. “If you don’t know…”

“I’m not a fucking mind reader!”

He shoved a hand through his hair, did a half turn away from her, hand on the back of his head. Oh, man.

Melina turned and walked out of the kitchen.

He stared at her back. This couldn’t be about the bachelor party, could it?

He should follow her, ask her that.

But goddammit, if she couldn’t even talk to him about it, why should he be the one to bring it up? If she was going to pretend she was fine with it, even though she clearly wasn’t, how was he supposed to know any different? Right?

He tossed the obnoxious meal into the trash, loaded the dishwasher and started it, turned out the kitchen light. He’d watch TV until bedtime and if she didn’t want to talk, fine by him.

Back-to-back reruns of CSI were the perfect thing to take his mind off their…uh…fight? Argument? No, they hadn’t argued over anything. Conflict? Disagreement? Whatever.

Melina huddled in bed, sweating under her sweatshirt and flannel jammies and the comforter.

Tears prickled her eyes, and she squeezed them shut. She knew she was acting like a child and she hated it. But damn it, telling Gavin what was bothering her would make her feel even more stupid.

It was this whole stripper thing. She had no problem with the bachelor party. And if they wanted to have dancers there, fine. But she kept envisioning Gavin with a gorgeous, stacked girl on his lap, naked, her breasts in his face. What if he…if they…she couldn’t bear the thought of him doing things like that in front of all his friends. She envisioned them hooting and cheering him on as the woman slid from his lap and undid his pants…no! She trusted him. She did. But it was easy for guys to get carried away.

She rolled onto her back and the covers twisted around her, her sweatshirt bunched under her. She yanked it free, fought her way out of the bedding and flopped her head down on the pillow.

Light sliced the darkness as the bedroom door opened. The slice widened and she heard Gavin moving around the room, the rasp of his zipper, the whisper of his clothes as he removed them. He’d likely leave them piled on the chair like he always did. One of those little things she put up with that could be annoying—or could be nothing. It all depended how you wanted it to be. Like the way he always put his dirty socks on top of the hamper instead of in the hamper. She could make a big deal of it, nag him until he changed his habit, but, in the big scheme of things, it wasn’t important enough to be a bitch about.

She swallowed, her throat tight. She loved him. She didn’t want to be a bitch. She didn’t want things to be like this between them. He must know she was upset about the stupid strippers.

Gavin left the bedroom and she heard water running in the bathroom, the toilet flush. Then darkness engulfed the bedroom when he shut off the hall light. The bed dipped beneath his weight, the covers slid off her. She yanked them back and heaved onto her side, her back to Gavin.

She felt him laying there, awake, heard his quiet, even breathing. Say something. Please, say something.

But his breathing deepened and slowed, grew raspier, and she realized he’d gone to sleep. Her lips pushed out and she pressed them together, stubbornly closed her eyes. Once again they’d broken that rule about not going to bed angry. This wasn’t supposed to happen again. And it was all her fault for being so oversensitive and jealous.

* * *

“Ah. You’re home tonight.” Gavin said the words in a mild tone, but she could hear the underlying steel.

“Yes. I made dinner.”

She’d seen the remains of last night’s dinner lying in the garbage: chicken nearly black on the outside, raw on the inside, and some strange combination of chopped carrots, green peppers and cabbage coated with something creamy. Eeeew.

She’d stood there for a long moment looking down at the unappetizing food, and her heart had squeezed at the fact that he’d cooked dinner for her. Badly—he didn’t have a clue how to cook. But he’d tried. That was so sweet. Meanwhile, she’d been acting like an immature idiot, hiding from him by sitting all alone in a movie theatre, just to annoy him. Her throat had clogged with tears as she stared at the pathetic meal. They were getting married in less than two weeks. She had to grow up and talk to him about this.

“Thank God,” he said, shrugging out of his suit jacket. “’Cause we’d starve if we had to rely on my cooking.”

The corners of her mouth pushed up into an unwilling smile. “Pasta,” she said, her voice sounding funny to her own ears. “Spaghetti carbonara.”

He made an appreciative noise. He loved anything with bacon in it. “I’ll go change.”

She dished out spaghetti and salad and set their plates on the table while he changed. She even poured glasses of wine for them, a crisp Pinot Grigio she’d picked up on the way home.

“God, that smells good.” Gavin pulled out his chair and sat down. “Hey, even wine.” He looked up at her.

Their eyes met. Melina felt the heat of shame spread over her. She drew in a shaky breath. “Can we talk?”

Chapter Three

Gavin would rather eat than talk. The smoky smell of bacon teased his taste buds and made his mouth water. After his crappy dinner last night, this looked like heaven. And, much as he wanted Melina to tell him what the hell was bothering her, talking about feelings had never been high on his list of fun things to do.

He sighed. “Yeah. We can talk. Tell me what’s going on, Mel.”

She looked down at her plate, poked at her pasta with her fork. “It’s the bachelor party.”

“I knew it.”

Her head lifted. “If you knew it, why didn’t you say something?”

“I’m not the one with the problem, sweet stuff. You are.”

Her eyes lowered again. “Yes. You’re right. I feel like such an idiot.”

“Just tell me what’s bothering you. Tell me what you want me to do.”

She lifted clear blue eyes. “I don’t want you to go to that party.”

He stared at her, his meal forgotten. “But…I have to go.”

“No, you don’t. They’re your friends. If you tell them you don’t want a wild bachelor party, they’ll do whatever you want.”

“No.” He shook his head. “I can’t tell them that now. The party’s in two days. Besides, it isn’t for me as much as it’s for them. They want the wild and crazy bachelor party. I never told them I wanted that. They think it’s the thing to do. And they want to let loose and have fun.”

“Yeah, with other women.” Her voice was as dry and bitter as a crushed aspirin.

“No, Mel. It’s just for fun. You know that. The guys aren’t going to have sex with the strippers, for God’s sake.”

“How do you know?”

“Is that what you’re worried about?”

She pouted and it was so adorable he almost got up, walked around the table and grabbed her to kiss that pout away. “Well…”

“Christ, Mel. I told you. You can trust me.”

“I know.” She whispered the words. “I can’t help it. I just feel so…scared about it. How would you feel if I was going to a…a bachelorette party?”

“You already did,” he reminded her. “Last week.”

“But it wasn’t like that! It was just a bunch of girls going out for dinner. I mean, how would you feel if we’d had guys come to the party and take off all their clothes and…do stuff with us.”

He frowned. “Uh…well, obviously I wouldn’t like it.”

“Exactly.” She sat there, small, shoulders hunched, pretty mouth trembling, and something twisted inside him. He loved her. She was unhappy. That sucked rocks.

“I really don’t care that much about the strippers. But the guys have gone to all the trouble of arranging it. I can’t just bail on it, Mel.”

“What does Kylie think?” Melina frowned.

“I dunno. I guess she’s okay with it. They’ve been married a while, she knows he’s not going to screw around.”

Melina nodded and he wondered if she got his implied message.

She twirled some spaghetti onto her fork and lifted it to her mouth. Hell, he’d do just about anything for her. But not this. He could just hear his friends talking about how whipped he was and he almost groaned.

But it wasn’t whipped when you didn’t mind giving something up for someone you loved. It was all in the perspective. And the truth was, he didn’t care about the damn strippers. Hell, he could go watch women take their clothes off any time. He wanted to get together with his buddies and celebrate his marriage, and while some of them would joke around about it being the end of his freedom, he didn’t see it like that. To him it was the start of his life with Melina. That was what was important.

She was what was important. But hell, she had to trust him.

He leaned forward, hands flat on the table. “Melina, I’m going to the party. You have to trust that I won’t do anything that would hurt you. That’s it. That’s the end of it.”

She stared back at him. He held her gaze steadily.

She sighed and slouched back in her chair. “Okay.”

“That’s settled, then,” he said. “Let’s go have sex.” He was pushing it. How was she going to take this? He eyed her cautiously.

She giggled, and relief slid through him. “Can we finish our dinner first?”

“Sure. But only ’cause I’m starving after last night’s disaster.”

He dug into the spaghetti, and they watched each other eat. He couldn’t get the food into him fast enough. He wanted to pick Melina up and carry her into their bedroom. Hell, yeah. Forget the damn food. He wiped his mouth on a napkin, crumpled it and tossed it to the table. Rising out of his seat, he rounded the table and plucked her up.

“Gavin!” she squealed. She grabbed hold of his shoulders and he carried her down the hall, then tossed her on the bed.

She gave a delighted, breathless laugh, and tried to roll away from him, but he caught her leg and kept her from moving. “Uh-uh.” He tugged her by the ankles until she was at the edge of the bed and he could reach the zipper of her jeans. He flicked the button open, unzipped and yanked them down over her thighs, then he grabbed hold of the jeans and pulled them off. They sailed to the floor behind him.

He looked down at her, bare legs all smooth and sleek below tiny pink panties. He stroked a hand up each thigh, curled his fingers into the elastic of the underwear and slowly dragged them off, too.

She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, watching him with hot eyes as he undressed her. He was so frickin’ hard it hurt. He reached for her ankles, pushed her knees up and thighs open.

He loved that Brazilian wax job she’d gotten. His eyes moved over her smooth, pretty pussy, admiring the picture she made still wearing her T-shirt but bare from the waist down.

“Gavin,” she whispered.

“Mmmm?”

Her hips moved on the bed and he pushed her legs further apart, watched the pink folds of her labia open, her clit pouting between them. So sweet. His mouth watered with a need to taste her and he kneeled on the floor in front of her and bent his head.

She smelled delicious, like peaches and brown sugar, and it turned him on painfully. He kissed her quivering clit, with a firm, closed-mouth kiss, shut his eyes and inhaled long and slow. Then he pressed kisses to her folds, nibbling with his lips on the swollen flesh, sucking it gently into his mouth, first one side of her pussy, then the other. She writhed beneath him and a low moan vibrated through her.

He turned his head and pressed his mouth to the inside of her thigh, then to the damp crease where thigh joined hip, tasting her with his tongue. Her fingers grasped his head, tugged his hair, trying to move his mouth back where she wanted it. He smiled.

He lifted his head, studied her sweet pussy again, probing with one finger, pushing inside her. She clamped around him, velvety hot and so wet, and he slid a second finger in.

“Oh, God,” she groaned and he looked up her body. Her chin tipped up, her eyes drifted closed and her breasts thrust out. He really should get that T-shirt off her. But he didn’t want to move from where he was, craved the taste of her again, and he lowered his head and licked her.

“Yes, lick me,” she begged, her fingers tightening in his hair. He dragged his tongue up one side and down the other, tasting the sweet cream pouring out of her. He probed her with the tip of his tongue, then licked even lower, around the tight pucker below. He licked over each smooth ass cheek, then back up, around her clit. Her hips undulated beneath him. So sexy.

Finally he licked her clit, hard and swollen, rubbed his tongue over it while she moved against him. He pushed his fingers back into her and curved them, seeking the spot he knew would give her the most intense orgasm. She cried out and arched off the bed. Knowing she was coming, he covered her clit with his mouth and gently sucked.

Her hands dropped to the bed, her head tossed from side to side as she tightened and pulsed through her orgasm. Her inner muscles clenched and released around his fingers in an erotic rhythm.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” he murmured. He rested his cheek against one thigh, keeping his fingers inside her while little spasms continued to squeeze him.

“Oh, God.”

Slowly his withdrew his wet fingers and lifted his head. Her eyes opened. He wanted to lick her off his fingers but…instead he shifted up over her and rubbed the sticky wetness over her lips. He pushed her bottom lip down to open her mouth, slid his fingers inside. Eyes heavy and hazy, she sucked him in, swirled her tongue over him, licked her own taste off him. It was so fucking hot he almost came right then.

“Taste good, baby?” His voice was husky.

She nodded. “Yes.” She swallowed, still looking dazed.

“Wanna come inside you, baby,” he whispered, sitting up and yanking his shirt over his head. He rolled off the bed, wrenched open the button of his jeans, shoved his zipper down and kicked them off. He tugged off his socks, then fell naked back onto the bed.

He slid his hands up under Melina’s shirt, over her narrow ribcage, pushing the fabric up under her arms. Damn, she was wearing his favorite bra, sheer white fabric with little pink ribbon bows between her breasts and on the straps. He loved girly lingerie. Never mind black leather and stilettos. Okay, stilettos were good, but he loved frilly feminine things like this.

Her nipples showed clearly through the sheer bra, small and rosy and tight. He rubbed his fingers over them, just the very tips where he knew they were most sensitive. The tight buds hardened even more and he leaned down to lick one over the fabric.

Melina moaned and her eyes fluttered closed. “Let’s take this off, sweetheart.” He slid his hands behind her to unfasten the bra and helped her sit up to whip the T-shirt over her head and drop the bra off.

“Mmm, so pretty.” He admired her breasts with his hands, generously full and round. His dick throbbed and jerked against her bare thigh.

She reached for him, stroked him, and he sucked in a breath. “Oh, yeah.” He let her play, soft hands sliding up and down, pleasure streaking from his cock out through every nerve ending. “So good, baby.” His hands paused on her breasts and his eyes fell closed as sensation sizzled over his skin and lust throbbed in his balls.

He squeezed her soft breasts, pinched her nipples, now making her hands falter on him. “Okay,” he said suddenly. “Need inside you.”

He shoved her down flat, moved over her. She rolled away from him.

“Do me from behind,” she whispered. Christ. His dick surged again at her words. He loved fucking her from behind, watching his cock slide in and out of her slick pussy, cuddling her round ass cheeks in his hands.

She slid her hand down under her and between her legs as he ran the head of his cock over her wetness, lubing it up. Then he pushed into her. Sweet Jesus, she was hot and tight, snug around him.

He put his hands on her ass, separated the cheeks, and looked down to where their bodies joined. His cock, all shiny and crimson, slid in and out. Her fingers worked her clit, sometimes brushing his dick with her fingernails as she dipped low for more moisture. She paused in her self-pleasuring to cup his balls. Her fingers stroked softly over them, contracted up against his body.

“I love it when your balls are tight like that,” she whispered. He thrust into her hard in reaction to her words, and she cried out, moved her fingers back to her clit.

“Harder,” she begged him breathlessly. “Make me come.”

He slammed into her, so close himself, hoping she was there because…fuck, he was shooting toward it, fingers hard on her hips, his thighs tense, teeth gritted. Ecstasy exploded in him and he came in a rush of blinding, hard spasms inside her.

He felt Melina rippling around him in her own orgasm, and they both cried out at the intensity of it. He collapsed over her back, damp with sweat, pulled her long hair aside to press a kiss to her shoulder.

“Ah, Christ, Melina, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Chapter Four

“I’m going to drag Duncan’s hung-over ass out of bed. You wanna come?”

Melina grinned. “You know he’s hung-over?”

“Hell, yeah.” He shared her smile.

The much-anticipated bachelor party had been last night. It was over. Melina had no idea what had happened, but…it was over.

“Yeah, I’m coming,” she said. “Kylie and I are going to pick up all the table centerpieces and decorations for the wedding. What is it you’re building again?”

“Some storage shed. I don’t know, Duncan bought the thing. Some of the guys are coming to help.”

When they got to Duncan and Kylie’s place, surprisingly, Duncan was out of bed—it was noon, after all—but he did look a little rough around the edges.

“Jimbo and Davester should be here any time,” he told Gavin. “Come help me find my tools.”

The two men disappeared.

“Let’s go out for lunch before we go pick up those things,” Kylie suggested.

“Sure, sounds great.”

They went to a nearby restaurant with an attractive patio, and sat outside. The hiss and drone of traffic provided background noise, along with the jazz music drifting from the speakers. They drank coffee as they waited for the salads they’d ordered.

“What time did Duncan get home?” Melina asked.

Kylie rolled her eyes. “He staggered in around three, I think.”

“Weren’t you…worried about what was going on at the party?”

“No.” Kylie’s brows rose. “What do you think was going on?”

Melina shrugged. “I don’t know, but I can imagine.” She held her coffee cup in two hands.

“It was just a bachelor party. Even if they had girls there…Duncan wouldn’t do anything. I mean…” Kylie hesitated. “Anything serious. I’m sure he was right in there with the rest of them. I wouldn’t expect anything else of him.” She smiled ruefully. “But it’s just…strippers. You know. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Melina nibbled her bottom lip. “I guess.”

Kylie studied her. “It’s not like having an affair, or falling in love with another woman. That’s different, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

Kylie was right. There was a big difference.

“I don’t know why I felt so weird about it,” she told Kylie. “I’m just glad it’s over.”

They chatted about other things, mostly the upcoming wedding, as they ate their salads. Then they went to pick up all the decorations and candles for the centerpieces. A thrill of excitement shimmered through Melina at the thought that in one more week, she and Gavin would be married.

The wedding was a small affair, but Melina had carefully planned every detail. As a department store designer, she was used to setting scenes, and her wedding was going to be perfect—small but sumptuous.

When they got back to Kylie’s place, Kylie said, “I’m really sorry, but I have to go over to my mom’s place. Just for an hour or so. She wants me to look at some things from her attic that she’s getting rid of.”

“Oh, that’s no problem.”

“You can just make yourself at home on the deck. It’s nice and sunny today, get yourself a tan. I’ll be back in a little while.”

That sounded very relaxing, although she might feel guilty just lying around while the guys worked. But it wasn’t like she could help much. A hammer she could manage, but any kind of power tool…forget it.

She helped herself to a Coke from the fridge and went out onto the deck. Dave and Jim had arrived and all four guys were moving pieces of lumber and plywood around the yard. The whine of a power saw cutting through wood split the neighborhood calm. She hoped at least one of them knew what he was doing.

She stretched out on a lounge chair, the sun warm on her bare legs. Good thing she’d worn shorts and a tank top. She closed her eyes and watched colorful patterns dance behind her eyelids in response to the bright sunlight. She sighed. She was so relaxed and at ease now that the stupid stag was over and she didn’t have to worry about it any more.

She became aware that the guys were talking about the party, their voices drifting across the yard.

“…and then she did this amazing thing with her tongue…” Melina frowned and sharpened her ears.

“You dog, you,” she heard Gavin say.

They all laughed.

“I can’t believe you wouldn’t let them give you a blowjob,” Dave said

Melina’s stomach tightened. She resisted the urge to sit up so she could hear better.

“Yeah.” Jim’s voice carried across the yard. “They were both gonna do it at the same time. That woulda been so fucking hot, man.”

“Too bad you’re so whipped already,” Dave said. “And you’re not even married yet.”

“I’m not whipped,” Gavin said mildly. Attaboy. “I just wasn’t interested in a blowjob from two strangers.” A loud hammering noise drowned out his next words, but then she heard, “…one of them was Melina.”

Warmth rose up inside Melina. He’d turned down a blowjob from two women. For her. She was right to trust him.

But she did feel bad that his friends were making him the butt of their jokes. That wasn’t fair. Jim and Dave were single, what did they know about being in love and committed? The jerks. Well, they weren’t total jerks; she liked Jim and Dave. She sighed.

A desire to show Gavin how much she loved and trusted him and appreciated him swelled inside her, and she sat up straight on the lounge chair. She blinked into the sun.

How could she have been so stupid and selfish as to ask him to give up his own bachelor party? Regret gnawed at her insides. They’d fought about it for nothing, because he’d gone and it had been fine

What could she do for him? How could she show him? How could prove to him she trusted him?

Her brain spun in circles for a few minutes. Nothing she thought of was sufficient to make restitution, substantial enough to demonstrate her trust. She lay back, heart thudding painfully. She would never do that again. She would never try to stop him from doing something he wanted to with the guys.

She’d tell him that. Apologize.

She sighed. It wasn’t enough. She needed to show him she trusted him. How could she do that? How would she really feel watching him with another woman?

The idea of the two of them going to a strip club together popped into her head. That could work. She’d find a nice one, high class, and they’d…ugh. The idea was so unappealing. And, it didn’t seem…enough. There must be another way…

She sat up straight. Blinked. Looked at the guys, hammering and sawing, looked at the sliding doors. She got up and slipped through the doors into Kylie and Duncan’s silent house. She glanced at her watch. Kylie wouldn’t be home for half an hour at least. She had time to snoop.

But she didn’t have to snoop very far. She knew where Kylie’s address book probably was…in the desk where her computer sat.

She tiptoed into the den, slid open a drawer and sure enough it was right there. She drew it out, opened it up and flipped through the pages until she found the name and phone number she wanted. Gavin’s ultimate fantasy was about to come true.

Chapter Five

“That was awesome.”

Gavin and Melina were just finishing dinner. They’d stopped on their way home from Duncan and Kylie’s and bought mussels and crab legs, and a bottle of Chardonnay. Melina had steamed the mussels in some of the wine and tomatoes, broiled the crab legs and tossed together a Caesar salad. They dipped crusty bread into the last of the juices of the mussels and finished off the rest of the Chardonnay.

“It was good,” she replied, placing her empty wineglass on the table. “But you know what? I’d really like more wine.”

“Want me to go get some?”

“Sure, if you don’t mind. I’ll do the dishes while you’re gone.”

Helluva deal. He didn’t mind skipping out to the wine store nearby if it got him out of dish duty. It only took him about twenty minutes to drive there, grab a bottle of something that looked decent—not too cheap, not too expensive—and get back home.

When he got back home and opened the door, he smelled vanilla and cinnamon. Nice. Melina must have lit a candle or something. The kitchen was clean, lights off, and when he strolled into the living room at first he thought it was dark and empty, too. Then he saw Melina on the couch. But she wasn’t alone. He blinked.

Abby.

He blinked again.

“Hi, Gavin,” Abby said.

“Uh…hi, Abby.” It would be rude to say “What are you doing here?” but that was the question that jumped into his mind. He hadn’t seen Kylie’s cousin since that night… He swallowed.

Candles flickered on the coffee table, the warm scent of vanilla more intense as he walked into the room. Melina stood up. The subtle candlelight glimmered off the ivory satin robe she wore. The robe brushed the floor, covered her from shoulders to toes, but where it gapped open above the belt tied at her waist he saw ivory satin and lace cupping her full breasts.

He swallowed. “What’s going on?” He looked from Melina to Abby, sitting on the couch.

“Why don’t we open that wine and pour us all a glass?” Melina approached him and took the brown paper bag from him. Abby smiled at him from the couch. She was in a black tank top with some glittery logo on the front and a black leather mini-skirt, slender legs bare and crossed. A black stiletto shoe dangled from one foot.

He dragged his eyes away from her and back to Melina. “Come,” she said with a smile, and led the way to the kitchen.

She flicked on only the light over the stove, picked up the corkscrew and handed it to him. “You can open it.” She pulled the wine out of the bag.

“What’s going on, Mel?” he repeated. Did he miss something earlier? Something about Abby coming over? Why the hell would she be here? It’s not like they were best friends with her. Remembering seeing her and Melina naked together made him feel like he’d drunk the whole bottle of wine at dinner, not one glass.

She smiled at him and motioned for him to open the bottle. He did so automatically.

“I invited her over,” Melina told him, her voice soft and sexy. “And we’re going to seduce you.”

Chapter Six

The wine bottle slipped from Gavin’s numb fingers. Melina lunged and grabbed it, saving it from crashing to the floor.

“Whaaaa?”

He stared at her. She poured wine into three glasses, handed one to him and picked up the other two.

“Thanks for going to the store for this.”

She started back into the living room.

He trailed along behind, wondering if his tongue was hanging out. The ivory satin robe shimmered around her as she walked, her long blonde hair hanging down her back. Unlike Abby, Melina’s feet were bare, her pink polished toenails peeping out from the hem of the long gown.

She motioned to him to sit on the couch between them, handed Abby a glass of wine.

“Thanks,” Abby said. “So, Gavin, long time no see.”

“Uh…yeah.” He gulped some of the wine, cold and crisp enough to sting his throat. “How are you?”

Abby smiled. Her shoulder-length chestnut hair shone with fiery highlights in the candlelight. He noticed the tattoo wrapped around her upper arm. Funny, he hadn’t seen that last time…not that he liked tattoos. Much.

“I’m great.” Her smile widened, and he had the feeling she was amused by his befuddlement. He frowned.

Melina put her hand on his thigh. His muscle tensed beneath the faded denim of his jeans. Both women shifted a tiny bit closer to him and he felt their warmth.

“Is that a new tat?” he blurted.

Abby glanced down at her arm. “Yeah. You like it?”

“Uh…yeah. It’s cool.”

“You should get a tattoo, Melina.” Abby leaned forward to look at her across Gavin.

Melina laughed. “I don’t know. The idea of inflicting pain on myself doesn’t appeal to me. But…I always kind of wanted a little cat tattoo.”

“A cat?” Gavin stared at Melina. That was the first he’d heard of that.

“Yeah. I like cats. You know that.”

Mmm. They’d talked about getting a cat but he detested felines and resisted the idea of cat hair everywhere. Cats were evil.

“Not a cat tattoo,” he protested. “Something else, maybe.”

“Like what?”

“Maybe a little flower,” Abby suggested. Gavin glanced at her.

“Yeah, I could get it on my hip, where it wouldn’t be obvious.”

“Right here.” Abby reached across him and stroked her fingers over Melina’s hip. “Only you would see it, Gavin.”

Gavin gulped more wine.

Seduce him. Jesus. She had to be joking.

“Melina…were you…serious?”

She met his gaze and smiled, seeming to know what he was talking about. “Serious as missing a project deadline.”

Any other time he would have laughed, but his hormones were speeding through his body and seemed to be interfering with his ability to think and speak.

Seduce him? He became instantly, painfully aroused. He glanced at Abby, watching him with those dark brown eyes that seemed so knowing. Abby was a free spirit, rumored to be bisexual, a little tough, a lot sexy. She wasn’t the type he would normally be attracted to, but images of Abby and Melina kissing, bare from the waist up, breasts pressed together, arms wrapped around each other, streaked through his mind and his groin throbbed insistently.

Melina’s small hand stroked his thigh, down to his knee, up…almost…brushing his cock straining against his fly. Then Abby put her hand on his other leg.

Holy hell.

“It’s okay, honey,” Melina murmured to him, leaning closer. “I’m doing this for you.”

“But…”

“Remember? You said last time was all about me? Well, this time it’s all about you.”

His mouth fell open and he stared at Melina, so pretty, her cheeks flushed pink, eyes sparkling. She watched him and gave a small nod of encouragement. What the hell was he supposed to do? He had no fucking idea.

Abby shifted closer, too, pressing a small breast into his upper arm. His body tightened. He swallowed.

Melina and Abby each sipped their wine and then at the same time reached forward to set their glasses on the table.

“Relax, Gav,” Abby said, sitting back. Her touch on his thigh grew firmer. Melina slid a hand over his chest, rubbed his pecs. God, that felt good. Heat sizzled through him.

“This is all for you, Gavin,” she purred. “You can do anything you want with either of us…except for one thing.”

“What’s that?” His voice emerged as a croak.

“You can’t fuck Abby. Anything else. You can fuck me, but not her. Okay?”

His head spun. Okay? She had to be kidding? How could this be okay? This was insane.

“Melina…” He truly had lost the ability to communicate. He’d walked into the Twilight Zone instead of his apartment when he’d returned from the store.

She leaned forward and kissed him, her lips soft and warm. She smelled delicious, like candy. The vanilla body lotion she used mingled with the scent of the candles flickering on the table.

As Melina’s mouth opened on his and her tongue slid inside, he felt Abby’s hand slide across his abdomen. His muscles tensed as she caressed him, up to his chest, rubbing back and forth, grazing his nipples. Melina put a hand on his face to turn him more toward her and deepened the kiss.

Pleasure poured over him, thick and syrupy. Melina’s hands on his face and shoulder, Abby’s on his chest and stomach, now slipping lower, lower…his cock throbbed in anticipation.

This was his fantasy, no doubt about it, but in his fantasy he was much more suave and in control. The reality was different—he was unsure, guilty, hesitant. What if Abby…what would he…

She did. Her hand moved over the bulging fly of his jeans, stroking him through the fabric. His body jerked in response, helpless against the pleasure that slammed through him as Abby used both hands to touch him and Melina kissed him so deeply, her tongue licking his.

Two women were all over him.

He drew back from Melina to suck in a breath and swallow hard. Their eyes met and held, his full of questions, hers warm and soft.

Melina’s stomach quivered with nerves and she struggled to keep her smile steady. This was the craziest thing she’d ever done. She didn’t even have the excuse of being drunk and caught up in the moment this time. This time, she’d deliberately planned this encounter, and she still wasn’t sure if it was going to turn out like she hoped.

She wanted to do something so special for Gavin, he’d know she trusted him, something to show him how much she loved him and appreciated what he’d done. This was extreme, no doubt about it, but last time…it had been hot.

She also wanted to prove something to herself.

Abby was touching Gavin’s cock. Through his jeans, but still…was she okay with that?

She looked down and watched Abby’s hands on her fiancé, the man she loved, the other woman’s face intent and aroused. Gavin let out a groan and his head dropped back. Abby was giving him pleasure and that’s what mattered.

To her surprise, Melina realized it excited her to see Gavin being pleasured like that. And she wanted to give him more.

She leaned forward and kissed him again, softer, lingering kisses with small licks of her tongue along his mouth, and her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt.

She spread the shirt apart to bare his chest; broad, flatly muscled and smooth, she brushed her fingers over his small nipples. He shuddered and she smiled.

Melina pressed a kiss to the middle of his chest then looked down at Abby. Abby gave her a questioning look and Melina hesitated…then nodded.

Abby unbuttoned Gavin’s fly, slowly slipping each button free. Oh God. She was going to pull out his penis. Abby would be touching it…and more. And a rush of liquid heat pooled low in Melina’s belly. She wanted to see that.

Gavin slid a hand into Melina’s hair and held her head, his other hand resting on Abby’s bare thigh as she leaned over beside him and worked open his jeans.

Then his cock was out, long and hard, dark and throbbing. Melina’s mouth watered as she studied it. She glanced at Abby who also admired it, but hadn’t yet touched it.

“Okay, Gav?” Melina whispered. She was pretty sure they weren’t forcing him to do something he didn’t want to, but she needed to make sure.

“I can’t say okay,” he said on a groan.

“Why not?”

“Because…” He paused. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Melina froze, gripped by fear. “You don’t want to do this?”

She met Gavin’s eyes and he smiled. “I didn’t say that.”

Chapter Seven

“Oh.”

Melina thought she understood. If he was “forced” to participate, he wouldn’t feel so guilty. Even though she was the one who’d arranged it, he still felt he shouldn’t be with another woman. Melina softened inside, touched at his fidelity.

“Well, then.” She gave Abby, who’d been watching them, a small nod. Abby smiled and reached for Gavin’s cock. Melina shifted on the couch, pushed Gavin forward so she could slip behind him. From there, his big body leaning back against her, she put her arms around him and caressed his chest and stomach, lingering on the soft skin just below his navel where she knew he was extra-sensitive.

Abby slid to the floor in front of Gavin. Melina rested her chin on his shoulder to watch Abby stroke him, down, up, over the head and down again, cupping his balls with one hand. A drop of moisture glistened on the tip of his cock.

Melina wanted so badly to lick it but she couldn’t from her position behind him, so when Abby did, both she and Gavin hissed in sharp breaths. Abby’s small tongue came out and delicately licked across the swollen glans while she continued to stroke him.

Melina’s fingers brushed through the coarse dark hair at the root of his penis, back up over his quivery belly, and again across his chest in firm caresses. “We should move to the bedroom,” she said softly. “I have something there that will help.”

Abby gave Gavin one more lick and rose up, her skirt hiked up almost to her hips, nipples pointy under the ribbed tank top. “Okay,” she said. She tugged the leather skirt down but it didn’t go far. Melina put her hands on Gavin’s back and pushed and he stood up, tucked himself back into his jeans.

He took a couple of steps away and turned and Melina sucked in her bottom lip as she studied his tousled hair, sexy bare chest and unbuttoned fly. His cheekbones wore a flush of arousal, his eyes glittered.

She scooted off the couch and picked up two candles from the table, then led the way to their bedroom.

“I like your apartment,” Abby said. “Very funky.” Melina had decorated it in the short time they’d lived there, since decorating and design were her talent, her passion. They didn’t have a lot of money. Gavin’s career was going well and he’d been promoted after that last big project he’d almost killed himself on, but still, they were both just starting out in their careers. Flea market finds lovingly sanded and painted mingled with a new sofa and loveseat. The walls painted a deep taupe gave the room an intimate feel, with mismatched lamps casting warm pools of light.

In the bedroom, deep moss green walls set off creamy painted furniture and linens patterned with leaves in shades of moss, sage and gold.

Melina set the candles on the dresser, but also turned on the small lamp sitting there. On the other side of the room from the bed, it cast only a faint glow over the bed and the three who stood beside it.

Gavin turned to Melina. “This is nice.” He touched the ivory satin.

Melina untied the belt and let the robe fall open, revealing the gown beneath, a camisole-style that stopped mid-thigh, with tiny straps holding up cups of ivory lace barely containing her breasts.

“Very nice,” Abby agreed. Melina glanced at Abby. She was struck with sudden empathy for Abby, standing there, a third to their couple. She didn’t want Abby to feel…excluded. Or used. Abby, a little tough, a lot experienced, still had feelings, and Melina felt an urgent need to make sure this was good for her, too. She licked her lips, met Abby’s gaze. Abby smiled and excitement quivered inside Melina.

Melina let the silky robe slide off her shoulders and puddle on the floor. She took a deep breath, then reached for Gavin’s shirt and tugged it down over his arms. She leaned in to kiss him, reassured by the familiar warm scent of him, and pushed his jeans down on his hips.

Gavin took over and stepped out of his jeans, his feet already bare. He kept his boxer briefs on, his erection stretching the soft fabric.

He had such a beautiful body, lean hips, long muscular thighs. His wide chest tapered to defined abs. He may have an office job, but he worked out and was lean enough that he was pretty ripped. His shoulders and upper arms were thick with muscle.

Now Abby ran her hands over his chest, lingering on flat nipples, teasing the narrow trail of hair below his navel, and Melina reached for him through his cotton briefs. He was rock hard and pulsing.

She hooked her fingers into the elastic and tugged the briefs down, wanting to touch bare flesh. Hot, veined, velvety flesh. She dropped to her knees to help him step out of the underwear. Now she had a chance to lean in and taste him, swirling her tongue over smooth skin as she dragged her hands up and down, digging it into the tiny slit to taste more. Mmmm.

Gavin’s fingers slid into her hair, holding her head there and he groaned. Melina let him slide out of her mouth, stood up and went over to the dresser. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a bottle. She held it up to Abby and Gavin. “Massage oil.”

“Ah. Good idea.” Abby smiled. “Lay down, Gavin.”

He moved to the bed and stretched out, hands behind his head on the pillow, and watched them. He still looked like he couldn’t quite believe what was happening.

Melina poured some of the slick liquid into Abby’s palms and then into her own. She set the bottle on the night table and they both started spreading it over Gavin, Abby on his chest and stomach and Melina on his cock and balls. The oil slicked up her hands as she ran them up and down his cock.

“Christ, that’s good,” he groaned. He closed his eyes as they massaged and petted him until he finally reached down and grabbed Melina’s hand. “Stop.”

She looked up at him. “I’m going to come,” he said. “Hold on.”

“That’s okay. I want you to come.”

“Not yet.”

“We have all night,” Abby said.

He was so used to making sure Melina came first. But hey…he had enough stamina to do it twice. Or more. If he had to.

Losing some of his reservations, he lay back down. “Okay. Suck me.” Obediently, Melina took him in her mouth, the ring of her lips tight around him, and she took him deep. As her head moved up and down he dug his fingers into her hair again. Then Abby moved down beside Melina, and nudged her to the side. With an exchange of smiles, Melina moved from between his thighs and each woman knelt beside him. They bent their heads, Melina sucking his cock, Abby licking his balls. Then they changed positions and Abby’s mouth closed over him. Fuck! Two women down there getting him off, both of them so hot and talented and hungry. He put a hand on Abby’s head, too, felt the pressure building in his balls, at the base of his spine…and then it roared through his body and out his penis, hot spurting pleasure. He wasn’t even sure whose mouth was on him.

“I’m coming,” he managed to say as his body tightened and bowed off the bed. Abby released him, pumped him with her hand and he spurted semen into it, hot jerky jets of creamy white while the two women watched with avid eyes. “Christ.”

They smeared his come all over him as his dick pulsed on and on, then finally stopped. He was still hard and sticky in their hands.

Then they licked him, both of them, their heads together, mouths close…and it was so exciting he almost got hard again right then. His cock quivered. Would they kiss?

They lifted their heads and looked at each other, paused for long, thudding heartbeats, then stretched up to lay down beside him, one on each side.

He put an arm around each of their shoulders, nuzzled Melina’s hair. Their hands rested on his chest. “Holy crap,” he muttered, eyes closed.

After a few long moments, the only sound in the room his labored breathing, he became aware that both girls were still dressed. Well, sort of dressed. Melina was almost falling out of the little slip thing she wore and Abby’s skirt had ridden up around her hips, revealing a black thong.

They’d gotten him off but they hadn’t come. Two women. Was he supposed to do it for both of them?

He tensed, the idea of taking a woman besides Melina making him…worried. He didn’t want to hurt Melina. He’d never wanted to cheat on her, but the thought had crossed his mind—especially since their engagement—that he would never touch another woman’s breasts again, never kiss another woman. Never have sex with another woman.

Which he was not going to, tonight, either, according to Melina’s rules. He smiled. He was fine with that. He never would have touched another woman if it weren’t for Melina and her crazy adventures. Just the idea of touching Abby’s breasts made his gut clench.

“I guess it’s your turn,” he murmured, not to any one in particular.

Melina propped her head on one elbow and lay on her side facing him, playing with his chest hair. “I think you should undress us.”

Yeah. He glanced at Abby, who lay there smiling, too, but he sat up and reached first for Melina. She sat up, too. He pushed the straps of her gown off her shoulders, then tugged them down her arms, the lacy bodice revealing her breasts. Gorgeous as ever, the pink tips were hard and puckered. She went up on her knees so he could skim the satin over her hips, and it pooled on the bed. She lay back down and he turned to Abby.

She peered at him from beneath her lashes and now he no longer felt as if she was laughing at him. She bit her lip, looking aroused and needy. He opened the snap and zipper of her skirt. Abby lifted her ass off the bed so he could pull the skirt off, and he dropped it to the floor beside the bed. His eyes followed slender legs up to narrow hips and the tiny triangle of black that covered…what?

He reached for the thong, shockingly curious to know. Ah. He revealed a small triangle of chestnut curls. But below that… He pulled the thong over her feet and tossed it. He stared at her pussy and she opened her legs to show him that below the neatly groomed triangle, she was still smooth and bare.

She sat up and pulled her tank top off herself, wearing no bra under it. Her breasts were small, much smaller than Melina’s, but still a nice handful, round, and tipped with pretty nipples.

Again, uncertainty gripped him. Melina lay there watching and she looked…interested. Excited. She licked her lips, and gave him a nod. “Do it,” she whispered. “Touch her.”

“Yes,” Abby said. “Touch me, Gavin.”

In a daze, he reached for her breasts, filled his palms with them. Her nipples grazed him, hard little nubs, and he rubbed his palms over them. Abby groaned, threw her head back and arched her back, thrusting her tits forward. “Oh, yeah. I love that.”

He continued caressing her breasts, then slowly bent forward to suck on a tight nipple. He couldn’t help but glance at Melina. She watched intently, gave him another nod. So he took Abby’s nipple into his mouth and sucked on it while he gently squeezed the other breast.

It was different. He and Melina had been together for years. He was used to her lush tits, so Abby’s dainty size surprised him…excited him.

He moved to the other nipple to lick and suck, grazed it with his teeth and she moaned again. He trailed a hand down over her tummy, brushed her belly button piercing, then her curls. His fingers played there for a minute. He loved Melina’s bareness, but again, this was different.

Abby opened her legs wider and he couldn’t resist slipping a finger down into her folds. Jesus, she was wet. So hot and slick she was probably dripping.

His chest ached and he got hard again. Already! He fingered Abby for a moment, spreading her moisture around, but then he had to touch Melina.

He dragged his wet fingers over Abby’s belly, wiping her cream on her and she drew in a sharp breath. Gavin smiled.

He turned to Melina. He wanted to bury his face between those luscious tits, thrust his cock there and come all over her. He pressed his face there, inhaled the familiar scent of her vanilla and spice, warm and delicious. He licked her chest between her breasts, licked the under curve of each, then dragged his tongue over her nipples. Her breasts were bigger than Abby’s but her nipples were similar, small, rosy and tight. He sucked each in turn, pressing the mounds together.

“Oh, yeah, that’s good,” she moaned, moving restlessly beneath him. He kissed his way down her abdomen, took the little gold barbell piercing her belly into his mouth and tugged on it. She whimpered and her hips lifted. He kissed below her navel, then over her smooth mound. “Yes, yes, lick me Gavin.”

This was familiar territory, but no less exciting as he slid lower to put his mouth on her. She tasted sweet and soft, and oozed her arousal. He could smell it, the warm brown sugar scent of her. He lapped at her with his tongue, licking up her cream, teasing her folds, finding her clit. She cried out and fisted her hands in his hair, her hips rolling against his mouth.

“Wanna make you come, sweetheart,” he said, studying her pretty pussy.

“Yes. No. Wait.” She yanked on his hair. “Abby. Make Abby come.”

Hesitation made him close his eyes, but he realized if he appeared too reluctant it would be insulting to Abby. So he moved off Melina and smiled at Abby. Her fingers were between her legs. Heat zapped through him.

She parted her legs wider, used both hands to open her swollen lips there, revealing her gleaming, crimson slit. Her clit protruded invitingly and Gavin slowly positioned himself between her thighs, gazing at her fingers stroking herself.

He felt Melina’s hand on his lower back, caressing him, reassuring him. He glanced at Melina one more time, then lowered his head, inhaled Abby’s unique scent, intensely female. He’d always loved going down on women, could lick and suck for hours there. His gut clenched, his dick swelled and he licked Abby, tasted her, pleasured her.

She hissed at his touch, her fingers dropping away. “Oh, yeah.”

He tongued her everywhere, outside her labia in the crease of her thigh, inside, thrusting his tongue into her opening, all the way up and over her clit, all the way down to her puckered anus and back up.

She writhed on the bed while he played, in no hurry, but her urgency grew and she lifted against his mouth. He found her clit, sucked it, and she cried out and arched her back, coming into his mouth.

He lifted his head, his breathing ragged, watched her face as she recovered. Melina’s hands still stroked his back, and when he looked at her she too was watching Abby.

“Now you,” he said.

Chapter Eight

Melina smiled and lay back down, spreading her thighs for him.

He dove in, thrusting two fingers inside her because he loved to feel her clench around him when she came and because he knew she liked it. For some reason he felt an urgent need to make Melina come, too, and he sucked and licked her swollen clit ferociously.

“Slow down,” she whispered, clasping his cheeks in her hands. He glanced up at her face, over the soft mounds of her breasts, and she smiled at him. “Slow down.”

He took a breath and went back in, but when he felt hands on his ass, he jerked up. Abby had moved behind him, slid her hands under him and found his balls, then his cock.

He was rock hard again, throbbing painfully, and her touch was exquisite. Light strokes on his tight balls made him shiver and moan into Melina’s pussy.

“Keep going,” Melina begged him. Now she was in a hurry! He licked her more, so full of sensation from her taste and wetness and warmth, and from Abby’s hands working magic between his legs. Then her hands disappeared.

He ate at Melina, felt movement behind him and then warm, wet heat as Abby took his cock in her mouth. She’d lain down on her back at the foot of the bed, positioning herself under him. Her hand grasped the root of his cock, holding it while she sucked and licked.

The pressure of Abby’s sucking mouth on his cock sent sensations from his groin down to his toes and up to the burning tips of his ears.

He tongued Melina’s clit, fingered her cunt, but his whole body rushed toward a ferocious climax as Abby’s mouth tugged on his cock with powerful suction and a swirling tongue. He tried to hold back, wanted Melina to come first, and then she was, hips lifting, quivering and clenching around his drenched fingers.

He let go, let the pressure build to its peak and wrenched free of Abby’s lips, for some reason not wanting to come in her mouth, and got up on his knees, shafting himself with rapid strokes until he spurted onto Melina’s tummy.

Globs of white dotted her smooth skin when he’d finished, and he gasped for breath, barely able to see. His hand stilled on his cock and he realized Abby’s hand was stroking his back like Melina had done.

Melina watched him with dazed eyes, touched her fingertips to his come on her stomach, trailed them up between her breasts.

Fuck me.

They were killing him. He threw himself down beside Melina, and Abby curled up beside him, once again making him the meat in the sandwich, two sexy pieces of bread surrounding him. Small hands caressed his sweaty flesh as he sucked in air and let his heart slow to normal.

Holy Christ. What a feast that had been. He still couldn’t believe this was happening.

Melina reposed in a trance as she mindlessly stroked Gavin’s damp body with her fingertips. Two orgasms and she felt amazing…almost euphoric. The bed seemed to be floating in a golden glow of candle and lamp light, the dark corners of the bedroom fading away.

The smell of sex surrounded them and she rubbed Gavin’s ejaculate into her stomach. She’d never done that before.

Her pussy clenched.

Wow. This might have been all for Gavin, but she had to admit she was into it, too, captivated by the seductive spell.

And damn, she wanted more. She rolled toward Gavin to look at him. He opened one eye, and his lips quirked.

“What?”

Melina met Abby’s eyes and they smiled.

“No,” he said. “I can’t. Not yet.”

“Oh.” She fluttered her fingers over his chest and stomach.

He grabbed her hand, his eyes closed, smile widening. “Not yet.”

Melina pouted, but she wasn’t really annoyed. She knew he was going to need a break after two phenomenal orgasms.

“What are we going to do?” Abby asked. Her eyes met Melina’s again and heat swept over Melina.

Gavin’s eyes opened and he looked from Melina to Abby. He smiled. “I wanna watch.”

Melina blinked. Licked her lips. Glanced at Abby, who grinned. “Uh…this was supposed to be about you, remember?”

“Then I should get to do whatever I want, right?”

“Um…”

Her gaze strayed back to Abby, to her breasts tipped with now velvety nipples. Melina clenched inside, aching and warm. Once again, a desire to please Abby rose inside her. To show her appreciation for doing this, for helping her make Gavin’s fantasy come true. To show Abby she was a beautiful, sexy woman, desirable in her own right and not just a convenient third.

“Right,” she said. She swallowed. Would Gavin understand that feeling?

Abby sat up and she did, too. They faced each other across Gavin’s prone body. Melina reached across and ran her fingers down a lock of Abby’s hair, a tender, gentle gesture, and drew in a breath, nipples tingling. Abby’s eyes dropped to them and they tightened more.

Melina rolled her bottom lip in and dug her teeth into it. Abby moved, crawling over Gavin so they knelt in front of each other, so close she could smell Abby’s spicy shampoo and feel her body heat. It was unbearably erotic.

She glanced at Gavin. He watched them with hot eyes. And that just sent her excitement over the edge. Knowing he watched and was turned on by it encouraged her to move closer to Abby, put her hands on her shoulders. They were small, so much smaller than Gavin’s. She stroked down Abby’s upper arms, over that tattoo arm bracelet, back up, then down over her collarbone…to her breasts.

A moan leaked from between her lips as she touched Abby’s small curves, cupped them, squeezed gently, her nipples tight little buds against her palms. Abby groaned, too.

“Yeah,” Gavin grunted. “That’s so hot, girls.”

Emboldened by his comment, Melina leaned in to kiss Abby, who moved toward her at the same time. Their mouths met in a tentative kiss—a gentle, clinging kiss—then tongues touched. Abby licked Melina’s mouth, pushed her tongue inside and with low murmurs of enjoyment, they moved, deepened the kiss, pressed their bodies together, breasts against breasts. Abby’s hands went into Melina’s hair and held her head, while Melina’s slid around Abby’s torso and hugged her.

“Fuck.” She heard Gavin’s whispered curse, hoped it was still all good, then lost herself in the carnal kiss again. This was so crazy. She’d thought the last time she and Abby had done this was the only time in her life she’d ever be so wild and wicked.

They drew apart, breathing heavily, and Melina looked into Abby’s eyes. She smiled at her, trying to tell her without words that yes, she was beautiful, and yes, she wanted to do this even though it was supposed to be for Gavin. Her breasts ached to be touched and the deep, insistent throb between her legs had picked up again. Again!

As if she knew, Abby released her grip on Melina’s hair and cupped her breasts. Her hands were too small to hold them, so she stroked over and around each curve, brushed her fingers over her nipples.

Melina’s head fell back as arousal swept through her, hot and hard, pulsing between her legs and heating her skin. Abby’s hands on her breasts, tugging her nipples, became her sole point of consciousness, her own hands falling to rest on Abby’s waist. Then she felt wet warmth close over a nipple and she dragged her eyelids open to look down at Abby’s head, Abby’s mouth on her nipple. Abby tugged the nipple, drew her teeth gently over the tight tip, and Melina shuddered with delight. Her body continued to quake uncontrollably as Abby moved to the other nipple and sucked and nibbled.

Moisture surged between her legs and she slid a hand down there to find relief from the aching need. Abby pushed her down to lay flat, kissed each nipple, then licked her way down Melina’s tummy to the apex of her thighs, Melina’s hand still clamped there.

She pushed Melina’s legs apart, gently removed Melina’s hand. “You need to come, don’t you?” Abby crooned, licking her pussy. Melina trembled, opened wider.

“Yes.”

She heard Gavin’s groan and turned her head to look at him, sitting against the headboard. He had his cock in his hand, hard again already. “Make her come, Abby,” he muttered. “Lick her.”

“Mmm.” Abby enthusiastically bent her head again, lapped at Melina’s throbbing pussy, while Melina whimpered and tossed her head from side to side. Abby’s tongue was small and gentle and knew just where to glide, just where to suck. She pulled on Melina’s clit, flicking her tongue over it, let it pop out of her mouth with a slurping suction, then captured it again and drove her crazy.

Gavin reached over and caressed Melina’s breasts, pinching her nipples and the combined sensations and the knowledge that he was watching and aroused drove her up to the stars. She came, crying out, clenching hard, in a long, shuddering wave of ecstasy.

She lay there, limp and languid and panting while Abby rose up over her, her mouth shiny. Abby lay on top of her, their breasts pressed together and kissed her mouth, and she tasted herself and Abby.

“Fuck,” Gavin moaned. “That was hot. I need inside you, Melina.”

He was ready to go again. But what about Abby?

“You need to come, too,” Melina whispered to her, her sense of fair play unaffected by the mind-blowing sensuality. Abby smiled.

“Mmmm,” Abby agreed. “You do it.” She rolled off Melina and onto her back beside her. Scooting over so their shoulders pressed together, Melina reached down and slid her fingers between Abby’s thighs. Abby lifted a leg and laid it across Melina’s, giving her access. Melina had never touched another woman quite like this…even the last time with Abby. It was like touching herself, but different. Still throbbing from her own climax, she dipped low into Abby’s cream, slicked some up and then found Abby’s hard clit. She rubbed it the way she liked, hoping it would please Abby as well.

“Yes,” Abby moaned, eyes closed. She cupped her own breasts.

“Oh, God,” Gavin said. Melina glanced at him, his cock clenched in his fist, the head all swollen and dark, and oozing. “Hurry, Mel. I need…”

She couldn’t hurry. It was up to Abby to come…she hoped she was hitting the right place. “How is that?” she whispered.

“G-good.”Abby swallowed. “Yesss…right there…ah!” Her voice rose and her body tightened and convulsed. Gently, knowing how sensitive she was when she came, Melina stroked Abby’s swollen clit, prolonging the orgasm as long as she could.

“Jesus,” Gavin groaned. “Now, me, Mel, please.”

“Patience, Gav,” she whispered with a smile, pressing Abby’s mound, still spasming. He groaned.

Chapter Nine

Melina rolled toward Gavin and kissed him.

He made a rumbling sound low in his throat as he kissed her back, pushed her down onto her back and climbed over her. Abby lay there watching, a half smile on her face, eyes heavy and unfocused.

Gavin kissed Melina again, desperate, hungry, his belly burning and lust pulsing in his balls. He took his cock in his hand and pushed into her warm sheath.

She took him in, slick and hot, lifting her knees high. He buried himself in her, blind with need, wild with desire, so turned on he hurt. He was unaware of anything except the exquisite drag of Melina’s flesh on his, the heat pouring over his body, the fire burning at the base of his spine.

Then he felt hands on him from behind again. Abby.

She’d crawled behind him, her hands stroking over his ass, sending erotic shivers over him. Her fingers played in the crease between his cheeks and he clenched there.

“Relax.” She bent over him and whispered in his ear, and he felt her breasts brush his back. She moved away, but her hands kept playing in that dangerous territory, fingers probing. Ah Christ! Pleasure surged violently through his veins, his skin buzzing and twitching, as Abby stroked him there, so taboo, so wicked, but so…exciting.

He couldn’t control it; fire streaked from his spine through his balls and out his cock in long hot molten spurts, surging into Melina so hard he vaguely worried he was hurting her, while Abby’s venturing fingertip gently thrust in and out. He shouted out as he came with almost painful intensity.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasped, collapsing onto Melina. Abby’s finger slid slowly out of him, and she lay down beside them, one arm draped across his sweaty back.

He adjusted his weight so he didn’t crush Melina, let Abby stroke him idly as he desperately tried to regain control of his breathing. Holy fuck. He didn’t even know what to think about that.

They lay there, exhausted, the only sound in the room Gavin’s ragged breaths and sighs of pleasure from the two women. After a few moments, they all crawled around the bed, dragging the covers down and settling under them, Abby and Melina on each side of Gavin, and they slept.

Gavin woke a while later, he wasn’t sure how long, when he felt Abby climbing out of bed.

“I need to go now,” she said softly. She quickly found her clothes, then leaned over the bed and kissed Gavin on the mouth. With affection, he raised a hand to her cheek.

Abby bent over Melina, whose eyes were flickering open, and kissed her, too, a little longer, a little slower. “Bye, Melina. Thanks.”

“Thank you, Abby.” Melina’s voice was husky with sleep. She caught Abby’s hand and squeezed. Abby turned out the light and blew out the still-burning candles before she left the bedroom, leaving them in darkness.

Melina snuggled into Gavin’s arms, warm and soft, and he hugged her tightly, tucked her head under his chin. His mind still reeled at what had taken place but lethargy weighted his eyelids and he fell back into sleep.

In a fantasy, a threesome is hot, exciting, free of consequences; in reality, there were complex emotions involved. Gavin lay blinking up at the ceiling as he relived the events of the past evening, a sick feeling in his gut.

Melina stirred in his arms and snuggled closer.

“You awake?” she whispered, one hand on his chest.

“Mmm.” He swallowed, his throat dry and tight. “I had the craziest dream last night.”

He felt her smile. “Was it about a threesome? ’Cause I think I had the same dream.”

They shifted and moved their heads on the pillows so they lay there looking at each other. Gavin’s insides burned and churned. “I flunked, didn’t I?” He could barely get the words out.

Melina’s brows drew together. “Huh?”

He had to breathe before he could explain. “You were testing me last night, weren’t you?”

She still looked at him with her brow crinkled. “What are you talking about?”

“It was a test. Because you didn’t trust me. You brought Abby over here to test me and see if I’d break down and do it.” He scowled. “And I did.” He rolled away from Melina, covered his eyes with his forearm. “I flunked. Are you happy now?”

Melina crawled over him. “What are you talking about? I wasn’t testing you, and you didn’t flunk anything.” She pushed at his arm, but he kept his eyes closed and his head turned on the pillow, unable to face her.

“Gavin, truly.” She paused, her body tense against his. “I was trying to give you something special. I overheard you talking to the guys about your stag and how you turned down a blowjob from two women and I wanted to…reward you. That sounds crazy, but I just felt so…overwhelmed that you loved me enough to do that and I wanted to give you something back. I wanted to make your fantasy come true and prove to you that I do trust you. And…”

Gavin opened his eyes. A furrow of worry wrinkled between her eyes.

“What?” he asked, his voice raspy.

“If anything, I was testing myself.”

Now he frowned. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean…” She licked her lips. “I wanted to make your fantasy come true, but I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to handle watching you with another woman. I wanted to prove to you that I trusted you, but I…wanted to prove it to myself, too.”

He blinked at her, trying to make sense of her words. “Ooookay. So…did it work?”

She smiled, relief clearing her face. “Yes. At first I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel, but…I liked giving that to you.” She closed her eyes. “Maybe I’m some kind of sick pervert, but I liked watching you.”

“I liked watching you, too.”

She met his gaze. “Now I know…I can watch you with another woman and be turned on by it instead of jealous.”

“I don’t think you’d feel the same if it wasn’t a situation you’d set up.”

“No, you’re right,” she admitted. “If you did something like that on your own, I’d kill you.”

“It felt weird,” he confessed, pulling her up against him. His big body radiated heat. “I didn’t want to kiss her or touch her…I felt guilty.”

“I know. I could tell.” She touched a fingertip to his mouth. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. For whatever crazy reasons you had, it was…amazing. The hottest night of my life. Again.” He grinned. “Once I realized you really wanted me to do it, it was fucking hot. Until this morning when I thought…”

She touched his lips with one finger. “You were wrong. Are you mad at me?”

He paused. “I was kind of pissed when I thought you’d done it to see how far I’d go with another woman. And pissed at myself.” He moved his head from side to side on the pillow. “Because I was so goddamn weak I couldn’t resist.”

“I wanted you to do it.” She nibbled her bottom lip. “I knew you were hesitating, and I encouraged you.”

“Yeah. I just want you to know, Mel, baby, that I would never have done stuff like that with a stripper. And I never wanted to be with any other woman but you.”

Her eyes became shiny and she gave him a shaky smile. “Thank you. I know that.”

“You’re amazing, Mel. Wait till I tell Duncan and the guys.”

Her eyes flew wide. “What! You can’t tell them about this!”

“Why not? Wasn’t that what this was all about? So my friends won’t think I’m all pussy whipped?”

“But…”

He kissed her. “I’m kidding. I won’t say anything. Maybe.”

She blinked at him and squirmed. “Your friends will think I’m the sluttiest wife in the world.”

“They’d be jealous.” Their eyes met. “I love you, Melina. We don’t need to have crazy nights like that, but I love that you’re so adventurous, so sexy…you keep amazing me.”

She peered at him through her lashes. “I have a confession to make.”

“What?”

“When you wanted to watch me and Abby—I liked it that I could do something that was hot for you, but I also wanted to…make it good for Abby.”

He regarded her thoughtfully. After the last time, he’d gotten the fucking weird idea in his head that maybe Melina had switched teams. This time, he knew that wasn’t the case. He tipped her chin up so their eyes met. “You care about her.”

“Don’t think that…”

“No.” He kissed her mouth. “I think I know what you mean. It’s not love. But you’re not the type to do something like that without emotion involved. You have to care about Abby. And I guess I do, too, and don’t you take that the wrong way. I love you, Melina. Abby’s kind of…a special friend, I guess. To both of us.”

“Yes.” Her eyes cleared and this time she kissed him. “That’s it. I love you, too. So much.”

Gavin’s insides had settled down, relief and gratitude and overwhelming love for Melina filling him. “Christ, Melina, I don’t know what I’m going to do with you. My God, woman. At least I know our sex life will never be boring.”

He smiled at her so she’d know he was teasing.

“I won’t do it again,” she promised.

He wrapped his arms around her. “I can’t wait for what’s in store when we get married. What will the next fantasy be?”

She giggled, her face pressed against his hard chest. “Weeeell…I’ve always had a fantasy about a threesome…with two men.”

He tensed, his hands tightening on her body. “Uh…no. No way. Two men…uh-uh.”

“Okay. It’s just a fantasy. It’s not like it’ll ever happen.”

Content

Kelly Jamieson
Love Me More

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine