Author: Olivia Cunning

“Fucked like maniacs?” He tossed a store-bought package of refrigerated tortel ini onto the counter. “Yep, that’s what she meant. Red sauce or white?”

Myrna leaned heavily against the breakfast bar. “A three some?”

“Myrna, calm down. It was just sex. Al in the past. No big deal.” He tossed a plastic tub on the counter next to the pasta. “I think red sauce sounds better.”

She’d never been involved in anything even remotely as exciting as a threesome. “Have you done that often?” she asked, her voice at least two pitches higher than usual.

Brian shrugged. “Not recently. Trey and I used to share everything. And I do mean everything. We’ve grown up a lot in the past couple of years.”

“Damn,” she muttered under her breath.

Brian dropped a pan. It clattered across the floor, but he didn’t retrieve it. He gaped at her instead. “Did you just say ‘damn’?”

Her eyes widened and she shook her head vigorously. “No.” She smoothed her skirt, licked her lips, and lowered her gaze to the floor. “I said pan. You dropped your pan.”

“I dropped it after you said damn.”

Her flushed face flamed several degrees hotter. “Oh.”

His boots entered her line of sight. “Would you be open to something like that?”

Her eyes darted to his face and then back to his boots. “I don’t know.”

“I’m sure Trey would go for it.”

She could scarcely hear him over the blood rushing through her ears.

He touched her chin and when she found her courage, she looked up at him. “We’d make you feel real good,” he murmured. His hands slid over the curve of her ass and he tugged her closer. “Real good.”

He seemed as turned on by the idea as she was. And she was at ful throttle.

“Wouldn’t it make things weird between us?” she asked.

“Between us?”

“Me. You. Trey. Al of us?”

“It doesn’t have to. Trey never equates sex with emotion or conquest. He’d think of it as nothing but a good time. Otherwise, I wouldn’t let him touch you.” He brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I’l let you think about it. No pressure.”

She nodded. She already knew she wanted to do it, but she was afraid that Brian would think poorly of her. My God, this would make her the biggest whore on the planet. I love to fuck you, baby, but if you don’t mind, I’d like to fuck your best friend at the same time.

“I prefer red sauce, too,” she said absently.

He burst out laughing, and then bent to pick up the pan he’d dropped. He went to the sink and fil ed it with water before setting it on the stove. “Talk about subject change. Red sauce it is.”

Myrna continued to lean against the counter. She watched Brian burn his fingers several times before she took over the cooking. Seriously, the man couldn’t even boil water without causing himself harm. He sat on a stool on the other side of the breakfast bar and watched her cook with a giddy expression.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked him final y.

“You’re in my home. Cooking on my stove.”

“If you ask me to get barefoot and pregnant and put on a fril y apron, I’m going to clobber you.”

“You can wear shoes.”

She rol ed her eyes at him. “Why, thank you. How generous.”

“Vegas is only a four hour drive from here, you know.”

She brandished a slotted spoon at him. “Don’t go there, Brian.”

“Or you could just move in with me.”

“I have this job I’m rather attached to and I’ve heard the commute from Los Angeles to Kansas City is a kil er.”

“You could retire.”

“Retire?” She gaped at him. “I’m thirty-five years old. How do you expect me to support myself?”

“I’l support you.”

“I told you not to go there, Brian. You’re going there.”

“Then I’l move in with you. When I’m not on tour or in the recording studio, I’l cal Kansas City my home.”

“Okay, you total y went there.”

“Is it so wrong that I want to be with you?”

No, it was wrong that she was starting to agree with him, which she knew was a huge mistake. “This week apart wil do us both good.”

He dropped his head to the counter and rubbed his face over its surface. “Don’t say that. I already miss you and you aren’t even gone yet.”

She sighed and turned off the pan of pasta. Why did he always have to be so sweet to her? He was making it awful y fucking hard for her to keep him at arm’s length.

“Do you have a colander?” she asked.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“A strainer. To drain the pasta.”

“There you go, changing the subject again.”

“Would you prefer I leave? I’m feeling very crowded by you at the moment.”

He sighed heavily. “In the second drawer, next to the refrigerator.”

Silence hung between them as she finished fixing the meal. He eventual y climbed from his stool and set two plates and sets of silverware on the breakfast bar.

“Wil Trey and Carly join us?” She glanced at him. He was pouting again.

“Doubtful.”

When they sat down to eat, she took his hand. “You know my job is important to me, don’t you?”

“I just wish I was important to you.”

Her heart twanged. “I never said you weren’t important to me. That’s not why I need this week away from you. I have to do wel with this research project, Brian. If I don’t publish some compel ing results by the end of the summer, I’m not going to have a job for much longer.”

“What? Why didn’t you say something?”

“I’m not proud of the position I’m in. I don’t real y like doing research in the first place, but I love to teach. I wouldn’t trade that part of my job for anything.” She sighed. “The University requires I bring in a certain amount of outside funding to keep my job and I lost my big grant a couple of months ago. I don’t have tenure yet. That means I have to make myself financial y valuable to the University or they’l let me go. This summer side project is enough to keep me there for another year, hopeful y, but I don’t know what I’m going to do after that. I don’t want to give this job up. I worked too hard to get where I am to throw in the towel now. That’s why as much as I love having fun with you and spending time with you, I’ve got to get my work done. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I think I get it. By pressuring you, I’m pushing you away.”

“Exactly.”

He squeezed her hand and smiled. “I’m glad you told me, Myrna. I feel a little better about you being gone for a whole week.”

She released his hand and picked up her fork. It felt good to confide in him. She didn’t have anyone in her life to share her worries with. It was nice in an unexpected way. “Maybe I’l get caught up with my work faster than I ever thought possible and come back early.”

He grinned hopeful y. “Yeah?”

She shrugged and took a bite of her tortel ini. “We’l see.”

“So do you want to arrange that threesome with Trey before you go or when you return?” He winked at her. She paused with her fork halfway to her mouth. She wasn’t sure how she could be calm when she said, “Surprise me.”

Chapter 32

With a sleepy grin, Myrna stretched her arms over her head and rol ed over to spoon against Brian’s back. She had to be on a plane in twelve hours, but the last thing she wanted to do this morning was climb out of bed. She rubbed her hands over his bel y, her lips caressing his shoulder. They had a couple of hours to say a proper good-bye and she was planning to fil every minute with pleasure. He shuddered as her hands trailed up his chest, her fingers bumping over the hoop in his left nipple.

Her eyes flipped open. Nipple ring?

“Don’t stop now,” Trey murmured drowsily. “Feels nice.”

Instantly wide awake, Myrna sat up. She jerked up the sheet to cover her bare breasts. “What are you doing here?”

“I invited him,” Brian said from the opposite side of the bed.

“Slumber party.” Trey’s eyes drifted closed.

Myrna scooted closer to Brian, her heart hammering. Brian had her flat on her back beneath him in seconds. “Trey’s tired. We’l start without him.”

He linked their hands together on either side of her head and kissed her until her rigid body began to relax.

“I’m not that tired.” Trey’s hand slid across Myrna’s bel y and she tensed again. “Save some of that for me,” he murmured. Soft lips brushed her shoulder.

She tore her mouth from Brian’s and looked at Trey. His emerald green eyes met hers unflinchingly.

“You okay?” Brian asked her. “If you’ve changed your mind, we can stop.”

Trey’s hand slid up her side, drawing a trail of gooseflesh in its wake. He cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her pebbled nipple. Her eyes drifted closed with pleasure.

“I don’t think it’s her who wil have a problem with this,” Trey said to Brian. “I’m more worried about you. You are not al owed to hate me for this.”

“We’ve done this before, Trey. Did I ever have a problem then?”

“But you real y lo—” Trey took a deep breath. “You real y care about Myrna.”

“And I trust her. I know she won’t cheat on me behind my back.”

She smiled and reached up to trace his brow with her fingertips. “You’re right. I wouldn’t.”

“But cheating to your face is fine?” Trey asked.

“This isn’t cheating,” Myrna said. “It’s a mutual y agreed upon sexual experience. But if you don’t want to join us, you can leave.”

“Oh, I want to join you. I’m more than wil ing to fuck your brains out. I just don’t want something as meaningless as hot, dirty sex to damage my friendship with Brian.”

Brian chuckled. “Told you he was perfect for this kind of thing.”

Funny how Trey was the one most concerned about the possible repercussions of their encounter. Myrna would just have to convince him that she wanted this, and Brian wanted this, so it was okay for him to want it, too. She wriggled out from under Brian and tackled Trey to the mattress on his back. She was surprised to find he was wearing his jeans under the covers. He real y was reluctant.

She slid her hands up his chest. The glint of metal caught her eye. She lowered her head and sucked his silver nipple ring into her mouth. A sound of tormented protest escaped the back of his throat.

“Myr, what are you doing?” Trey whispered.

She sucked harder, her tongue flicking the ring in her mouth. He drew a breath through his teeth and covered his eyes with his hands. “Please, don’t.”

The back of her hand scraped against his bel y as she reached for his belt buckle. He shuddered and squirmed sideways out of her grasp. He pointed at her for emphasis. “No, Myrna. You don’t want to do this.”

“Oh, but I do.” After unfastening his belt buckle, she unbuttoned his fly and jerked his pants down his thighs. His cock stood at rigid attention. “And apparently, so do you.”

Trey looked over at Brian, who was lounging on his side with his head propped up on his hand watching them.

“Dude, I can’t help it,” Trey said. “It has a mind of its own.”

“Hey, it’s completely understandable,” Brian said calmly. He wrapped his free hand around his own stiff cock. “I’m hard as a rock just watching her molest you.”