Wynter Daniels

Lawyering Up

Chapter One

Emmy cringed as the heavy steel door of a holding cell she passed shut with a bone-jarring clang. She continued past the drunk tank and tried to block out the shouts of the inebriated men inside. At least the client she’d just seen had been sober. Conferring with a freshly arrested prisoner still high on something wasn’t her favorite part of the job, but everyone was entitled to a good defense.

“Show me those humongous tits, sweetheart.”

“I love big girls, mama.”

Another inmate made what she assumed were supposed to be kissing sounds although he sounded more like a marine mammal than a person.

After several years as a public defender, she was long past being mortified by the jeers. What made it worse though, was that the catcalls and drunken shouts were the only remotely sexual comments anyone had made to her in far too long. Keeping her head high and her eyes straight ahead, she proceeded to the booking area to turn in her pass and get her driver’s license back.

“Emmy Mahoney?” a vaguely familiar male voice asked from behind her.

She spun around and found her college crush grinning at her. “Rudy!” He was even more muscular than he’d been in school. And she was twenty pounds heavier. She mentally chastised herself for the weight gain, something she did at least once a day.

Before she could say another word, he’d scooped her into his arms for a hug. She breathed in his piney scent. Some things never changed. The man always smelled heavenly. And those green eyes were just as captivating as they’d been six years earlier when they’d been in a small criminal justice study group together at college, when she’d secretly lusted after him. Or maybe not so secretly. She always suspected he knew about the crush she had on him.

He held her at arms’ length. He was as handsome as ever. “Look at you in your fancy business suit.” He tipped his chin at the plastic security badge clipped to her lapel. The warmth that had originally drawn her to him still sparkled in his eyes and eased a fraction of the loneliness that always seemed to plague her lately.

“So I guess you passed the bar. I knew you would. You were obviously the smartest of us all.”

She took in his Miami police uniform that he filled out better than any cop she’d ever seen, noticed the stripes on his shirt. “Looks like you’ve done well too, huh? Corporal Rodriguez?”

He gave her a self-deprecating shrug. “I’m still on the road though. I’m up for promotion again in a few months.”

A corrections officer walked past them with a prisoner.

Rudy hooked Emmy’s arm and led her out of the way. “I just dropped off an arrest. What great timing, huh? So you work for the state attorney?”

He unhanded her way too soon. She shook her head. “Other team. I’m with the public defender’s office.”

“Oh no. We’re on opposite sides of the schoolyard.” He gave her one of those winks that used to give her a little flicker of internal heat back in college. Hell, it still did. “Have you been working in Dade County long?”

“Only a few months. After law school I landed a position in Tampa but my family’s here. So when a job at the PD’s office came available, I applied.”

He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. The contact gave her a little zing of awareness. “I hope I never have to testify in one of your cases. Stay away from the perps I arrest, would you?”

She had to grin. “Don’t arrest anyone who’s not guilty.”

He raised his fists in a mock challenge then dropped his arms to his side. “Good thing Miami’s a big city with plenty of criminals. Chances are we’ll never see each other in court. Thank God.”

“What do you do when you’re not arresting innocent people?”

He laughed. “Same old thing. Hang with the family, my friends. I’m a volunteer at an intervention-type program. I’m sort of a big brother to a couple at-risk teens.”

Same old Rudy, always helping out where he was needed.

“Did you know Pete’s working here?” he asked.

She swallowed back a gasp. “Here, like at this jail?”

“Yeah. He’s a sergeant already. Moving up the ranks.”

How had she missed the man to whom she’d given her virginity? “I had no idea.” All these years later, Pete Hanover still made frequent appearances in her dreams. They’d spent a little more than a year as boyfriend and girlfriend and two before that as besties. He’d taught her everything she knew about sex. To this day, he was hands down the most skillful lover she’d ever had. Well, she’d only had a few, but Pete was the king. She compared all her subsequent lovers to him and none had measured up.

“He works nights. I only see him a couple times a year. Pretty crazy that we all ended up working in the same messed-up arena and we never get to see each other.”

They’d grown apart. She swallowed back a lump in her throat. She’d been so busy during law school, waitressing to pay for school and studying every free moment she had. They’d planned to see each other during school breaks but things had come up and the relationship had just fizzled out.

“We need to get together, go out and have a drink.” She glanced down at his left hand and thankfully saw no ring. Why did it matter? Wasn’t like Rudy had ever shown any interest in her. Well, except that one time. “And I guess you guys can bring along your girlfriends.”

His eyes flashed with amusement. “Don’t have one at the moment. You?”

Her antennae perked up at that news. “No special man in my life right now. What about Pete?” Surely the hottest guy she’d ever met had been corralled by a woman by now.

“He’s divorced. Only stayed married for like a year.”

Her empathy for Pete’s failed marriage was overshadowed by her spark of interest. Maybe… No, she shouldn’t even think that way. Why would he still want her, especially seeing how she’d let herself go, as her mother loved to point out to her.

“Job’s tough on relationships,” he added.

“Tell me about it.” But she hadn’t even dated anyone more for more than a few weeks at a time since college. She still compared all men to Pete. And maybe even to Rudy. They were both such sweet guys.

“I’m surprised you’re single.”

There were those adorable dimples. She could just stare at Rudy’s face all day long. And his ripped body that practically oozed sex.

“No time for a boyfriend.” Yeah, right. As if there were a hundred guys beating down her door. Not in this lifetime.

Rudy eyed her and she wondered if he believed her. “Are you free Saturday evening? Pete works nights, the same rotation as I do. It’d be great if the three of us could get together.”

She took her phone out of her purse and checked her calendar even though she knew she was free. Saturday was her damn birthday and all she had planned was lunch and birthday cake with her parents and her sister. “Looks like I’m available.”

Rudy pulled a cell out of his pocket. “I’ll send Pete a text. Give me your number.”

After they’d exchanged information, he drew her into another hug. Damn, his embrace brought back a flood of memories, and a rush of desire. All that strength surrounding her made her feel somehow more like a woman. He was so freaking big and solid. She inhaled his scent again, tried to memorize it. That was what a man ought to smell like.

She recalled that one time in school when they’d nearly kissed, right before she and Pete started seeing each other. Holding on a moment longer than she should have, she shut her eyes and savored the feel of his muscular arms around her, keeping her safe and secure. What would it be like to crawl into bed with that hunk of masculinity? And he had handcuffs. Oh, the possibilities. She’d fantasized about a dozen ways a man could tie her up and handcuffs were right at the top of the list.

Releasing her, he straightened his uniform. “My shift’s been over for half an hour. If I don’t get some shuteye I’m going to collapse. I’ll call you later, soon as I hear back from Pete.”

She waved as he left. Geez, why was her heart pounding so hard? But she knew the answer. The prospect of being reunited with both her college crushes was a bit overwhelming. Not that either one would be interested in her after all this time. She was a good twenty pounds heavier than she’d been in college and she knew her overwhelming workload had taken its toll on her looks.

Still, she had her fantasies. That and a pint of ice cream made up most of her Saturday nights. Maybe this one would be different. After all, it was her birthday and she was supposed to be granted a wish. She knew exactly what she was going to hope for when she blew out the candles. It had been way too long since she’d even had a date, let alone made love with anyone. Hopefully one of them could get past the changes in her figure and go home with her.

Chapter Two

Murphy’s Tavern was just starting to fill up when Emmy arrived. She scanned the tables for the guys but apparently she was the first to arrive. She took a booth in the back, away from the hubbub of the bar, dimly lit and just a little too snug. The closer she could sit to both men, the better.

“There’s my girl.”

She couldn’t hold back a huge smile at that deep voice she’d never forgotten. Pete was taller than she remembered and still impossibly broad. His sandy-brown hair was cut military short and he wore a periwinkle-blue polo shirt that matched his eyes to a tee.

She slid out of the booth and threw herself into his waiting embrace. The familiarity of his hard contours transported her back in time. She knew all too well the feel of those powerful arms, the strong hands and talented fingers that had schooled her in the art of pleasure.

She held on, reluctant to give up the reminiscence. Pete set his hands on her waist and she automatically flinched, self-conscious of her larger size.

“You look great.” Pete stepped back, swept his gaze slowly over her from head to toe and setting off a storm of desire deep inside her.

Buying herself a new outfit for her birthday-tight-fitting black pants and a lacy top-had been a good move. Not to mention the matching bra and panties set she’d splurged on. Something about wearing all new clothes and sexy underwear made her feel a little more attractive.

He stroked her hair and gave her a warm smile. “I’m so glad you ran into Rudy. I’ve wondered about you over the years. He said you’re a public defender now. That’s awesome.”

“And you’re doing well at the jail, huh? You’ve moved up the ranks fast.” Long-dormant intimate muscles deep inside her pulled taut. God, he still inspired her lust. The room felt twenty degrees warmer since he’d arrived.

Get hold of yourself, counselor.

“How’s the family?” he asked.

She rolled her eyes. “My little sister is all grown up and she’s a knockout. Long blonde hair, great figure. She just graduated from UM with a degree in engineering. Thinks she knows everything now. Mom and Dad are the same, still working their fingers to the bone. How about your folks?”

“Your sister must be identical to you then. My mother just got married. That makes number four.” He shook his head and for a second he looked like that hunky boy she’d fallen for in college. “Maybe this time it’ll stick.” He regarded her with what she could swear was lust. And maybe a bit of regret. “Why did we throw us away, Em?”

Good to know he’d missed her too. “Timing, I guess. I was a little overwhelmed at first in law school and neither of us was good at the long-distance-relationship thing. Seems kind of silly in retrospect.” God knew she’d had moments of regret about it over the years.

Before he could say anything, Rudy was there and the guys were shaking hands. Time slipped by as the three of them drank draft beer and reminisced about their college days.

Only one glass of liquid courage had her flirting shamelessly with both men. “Did you leave your handcuffs home tonight, Rudy? I’d hate for them to get lonely.”

“Who said they I left them home?” He waggled a dark eyebrow at her.

“They see a lot of action, do they?” She wet her lips and took great pleasure in watching his gaze drop to her mouth.

He gave her a wry smile. “They’d love to see more.”

Pete topped off his beer. “He’s not the only one here who owns handcuffs, you know. We have all sorts of interesting restraint devices at the jail.”

They all laughed, but the sexual undercurrent remained strong throughout the evening. When the pitcher ran out, Emmy slid out of the booth. “Next one’s on me.”

Rudy hooked her arm and dragged her to a stop. “No way. Why should you buy?”

She thought about a smart answer. Something about lawyers making more money than cops, but in truth, as a freshman public defender she was barely scraping by. “Because today’s my birthday.” The moment the words left her lips she wanted to take them back.

“Today?” Pete inquired. “In that case, I’m buying. Shots too.”

“Oh God. I haven’t done a shot since our senior year.” She sat back down and contemplated whether she could handle so much liquor.

As soon as Pete was gone, Rudy slipped his arm around her shoulder and drew her close, giving her a whiff of his scent-that amazing cologne mixed with pure man. “You know, I always thought Pete was crazy for letting you go.” There was no mistaking the desire in his smoky eyes.

Her heart sped up. “What exactly are you saying?”

He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. The familiar gesture made her temperature spike. His Adam’s apple bulged as he swallowed. “That if Pete hadn’t asked you out, I would have.”

Her mouth dropped open but she immediately recovered and shut it. Rudy’s confession boosted her confidence until she remembered he was talking about years earlier and about the old, slimmer Emmy. Too bad, because she was tired of being lonely and sexually frustrated. All she did was work. She needed a man’s touch to remind her she was alive. And who better to touch than one of her dearest old friends?

He twirled a lock of her hair around his finger and smiled. “I find you even more attractive now.”

Okay, now that completely floored her. “Really?”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Why do you look so surprised? Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

Heat bloomed in her belly. “Well, I’m not exactly the girl I was in college.”

“No, you’re not. You’re a woman now.”

The way he said woman — as if it were something mystical and precious-stole her breath. Torrid heat rushed through her.

His gaze dropped to her cleavage for a moment before returning to her eyes. He exhaled and she sucked in his breath, an unspoken exchange laced with carnal promise. Time stood still as they had a whole conversation without saying a single word. Yes, he craved her as much as she did him.

Pete set a pitcher on the table, breaking the spell. “Bartender’s bringing those shots over. I hope you guys know we’re all taking a cab home tonight.” He looked from her to Rudy and back. “What’s going on?”

She straightened, tried to compose herself. And to bury the tiny shard of guilt poking at her side. “Nothing.”

Pete slid in across from her. “You make a move on her while I was gone, bro?” he asked Rudy. His tone was menacing but his crooked smile removed all the venom from his words.

Still, her mouth suddenly felt stuffed with cotton.

Rudy slung his arm over the back of the booth. “You had your chance at her.” His grin seemed to defuse any residual tension in the air, thank goodness.

After the bartender dropped off their shots, Pete raised his glass for a toast. “To the birthday girl. May all her wishes come true tonight and always. ” He fixed her with a poignant stare that hinted at erotic intentions. Then he knocked back his shot.

Unspoken innuendo hung heavy in the air. She drew a steadying breath. Were they both actually coming on to her or was it merely harmless flirtation? Long forgotten awareness stole through her, hot and thick.

She drank her shot, enjoyed the slow burn as the alcohol went down. A very naughty thought took root. She imagined being the recipient of both men’s attentions and had to fan herself to cool down.

Rudy moved closer and squeezed her shoulder. “So you tell us, Emmy. Which one of us would you choose?”

She chewed at the corner of her mouth. “W-what do you mean?” A nervous, alcohol-induced giggle stuck in her throat. This was turning into her most interesting birthday yet.

“Don’t be coy,” Pete teased.

“Yeah, if you could go home with one of us, who would it be?” Rudy asked.

Her heart kaboomed. “I could never choose between the two of you. I’d have to have you both.” She’d have never been able to voice such a thing if not for the alcohol.

The men stared at each other a few seconds before they started laughing. Unsure of what to do, she joined in. Had they been kidding around with her? The sobering thought gave her pause.

Pete stared at her for what seemed like minutes. Muscles ticked around his jaw. He leaned his elbows on the table and steepled his fingers. “I’m game.”

Rudy’s answering grin made it clear that he was too.

Okay, so they weren’t just blowing smoke. Holy cow.

Breathe!

Emmy grabbed her beer and took a gulp. Was she seriously going to have both men? At once? She’d never done anything half as decadent, but the idea made her knees weak. A threesome was something she’d only fantasized about, never expecting she’d actually do it. Talk about getting what you wished for. In spades. And with the best men she knew.

“My place is only a few blocks away. We could walk,” Rudy offered.

Pete finished his beer then set it down hard on the table. “Works for me.”

God, this was getting too real. Moisture slicked her panties at the mere thought of having sex with both men. She clasped her hands in her lap to keep them from shaking.

Rudy took her chin and turned her face to his. “Are you sure?”

She thought about the question. Yeah, she was surer of this than she’d been of anything in a long time. These were the men she trusted, even after all the time that had passed since they’d been together. All her life she’d played it safe, done what was expected of her. This was her chance to take something for herself. Yes, she wanted this. She needed it. “Positive.”

Rudy snaked his hand around her neck and reeled her in for a blistering kiss. He tasted of beer and erotic need. Something deep inside her melted as his tongue coaxed hers into a sensual dance.

Tendrils of desire curled through her. Had the alcohol diminished her inhibitions? She didn’t care. There was something so natural and comfortable about kissing Rudy.

She remembered Pete was there and broke the kiss, glanced across the table at him and caught his wicked grin. “You look like you’re enjoying this,” she said. The notion that Pete had been watching them added a whole new dimension to the game.

He tilted his head, regarded her for a several seconds before nodding. “It’s very hot.” He tugged at the collar of his polo shirt. “I say we get going while the night’s still young.”

All the moisture wicked from her mouth. How was this going to work? “Um, I have a question.”

Rudy smoothed a hand over her hair. “I’m sure you do. What is it?”

“Will you two be…?” She cleared her throat. “Are you going to…do anything to each other?” She looked from one to the other.

Pete laughed. “Nope, we’re straight as arrows. You’re our common denominator.”

“You good with that?” Rudy started twirling one of her curls again.

A sweet ache took root low in her belly. “I’m real good with that. Have you ever done this sort of thing before, like the two of you and one woman?”

Pete reached across the table to hold her hand. “Yes and no. We’ve never done a threesome together before but I, for one, have participated in a menage a trois once before.”

She glanced at Rudy.

“It’s been a long time since I did, but yeah. I’ve had a couple. Does that bother you?”

She thought about it a moment. “No, it really doesn’t. At least you two know what to expect.” But she didn’t. And damn if that didn’t make her panties even wetter.

Pete had always been such an amazing lover, so tender and concerned with her gratification over his own. She knew he’d keep her safe and satisfied. And she still trusted Rudy completely. If ever she was going to do this, now was the time and these men were the ones she trusted to do it.

Pete squeezed her hand. “We’ll take good care of you, babe. Now let’s get the hell out of here before we ravage you right in the middle of Murphy’s.”

Okay, they both seemed pretty into her. But she still wondered if her body issues would turn them off. Could she really go through with this?

Chapter Three

Rudy unlocked the door to his bungalow then held open the door for Emmy. She stepped inside and glanced around. The living room was surprisingly neat considering the man’s college apartment had been a typical guy-messy affair.

A white cat came scampering into the room. Rudy scooped it into his arms. “This is Tiza. Either of you allergic?”

“Not me.” Pete petted the animal’s head.

Emmy set her purse on a brown leather sofa and tried to calm her jitters. “Me neither. What’s his name mean?”

“Chalk. And he’s a she.” He set the feline down then headed into the galley kitchen and pulled open the fridge. “Anybody want a beer or some ice tea?”

The buzz from the alcohol she’d consumed at Murphy’s was starting to wear off leaving her more nervous than she cared to admit. “I’ll take a beer.” A little more liquid courage would go a long way.

“Ice water, please.” Pete crossed the room to the bookcase and turned on the stereo. “Mind if I play a CD?”

“Go ahead.” Rudy brought her a bottle of beer then handed Pete his water.

Norah Jones’ smooth voice filled the air.

“How’s that?” Pete sat on the couch and placed his drink on a coaster on the glass coffee table.

“Perfect.” Rudy took a seat on the opposite end of the sofa and patted the cushion next to him as he looked at Emmy.

She studied the two men. Pete’s hair was light-brown and his complexion fair. Rudy’s Cuban heritage showed in his olive skin and black hair. His green eyes were fixed on her. Outside of family, she loved them both more than anyone, trusted them with her life despite the years that had lapsed since they’d last seen one another.

Two completely hot men wanted her. Her self-confidence shot up two hundred percent. This was definitely going to be a night to remember. She took a long pull on her beer, then set it down and sat between them. There’d be no going back now. “Guys?”

“Yeah?” Pete ran his thumb over her lower lip and a rush of longing stormed through her.

“Is it going to be weird after?” She wrung her hands.

Rudy massaged the back of her neck. “We’ll make sure it’s not. Maybe we’ll be closer than ever. I, for one, have missed the hell out of you, both of you.”

“So have I.” Pete’s gaze fell to her lips. “You have the sexiest mouth.” He threaded his fingers through her hair and drew her head toward his. Then he gave her a soft, sweet kiss.

She shut her eyes and savored the moment-the soothing music, the feel of Pete’s touch, the empowering knowledge that her two dear friends were just as turned on by her as she was by them. They would take care of her, treat her as if she were the most precious woman on earth, at least for one night.

She was vaguely aware of Rudy getting off the couch. Then he was behind her, rubbing her shoulders, calming her nervousness. He didn’t rush, but rather, took his time to properly seduce her. The instant Pete broke the kiss, Rudy tilted her head back and took up where his friend had left off. He cupped her cheek, stroked his thumb over her skin. Was she really doing this?

Why shouldn’t she indulge in her wildest fantasy? She deserved to be the center of two men’s worlds for the time being.

Pete set his hand on her thigh and squeezed, setting off a sweet ache deep inside her core. Her libido swallowed up her reservations.

Rudy kissed a trail along her throat to her ear. He nipped the lobe. “What do you like?”

She looked at Pete for help, too embarrassed to voice her secret cravings.

“Hey, it’s been a lot of years since we’ve been together. And if I remember correctly, you weren’t very experienced back then.” He threw her a conspiratorial wink. “We never did anything particularly risque, did we? You must have some fantasies.”

She grinned as she thought about having the two of them touch her. The mental picture was so hot she was surprised her brain hadn’t spontaneously combusted. “Yeah, what we’re about to do is one of them.”

Rudy turned down the lights then pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the couch. He came around the sofa and stood in front of her, all tan skin, washboard abs and shoulders roped with sinewy muscle. The man was a god. He set his hands on his waist. “What else have you always wanted to try but never had the nerve to ask?”

In truth she wasn’t much more experienced in the carnal arts than she was in college. She’d had a couple lovers, but no one she’d dated for long enough to experiment with any exotic sexual activities. Sometimes when she pleasured herself, alone in her bed, she imagined a man tying her up, having his way with her. But how could she voice that desire without sounding depraved.

“Come on, I can see those wheels turning in your head.” Rudy bent to nibble her earlobe. “Tell me,” he whispered.

A blend of shame and desire swirled in her gut. Rudy’s breath fanned over her neck sending sparks cascading over her skin.

“Tell me. I’ll make it come true.”

A heavy pulse settled between her legs. “Well, there’s one thing.”

“Only one?” Pete kicked off his shoes then took off his polo shirt.

Lord, had she ever been surrounded by more testosterone? His upper body was broader and way more muscular than it had been years ago. Her mouth watered at the sight of his masculine beauty. She rubbed her hands over her thighs, itching to touch him, to touch them both.

Rudy knelt in front of her and opened the top button of her blouse. He kissed the skin he’d exposed and she hissed in a breath. She curled her fingers into the hard muscle on his upper arms.

“Well, I’ve wondered what it would be like to be…tied up.” She glanced from one man to the other, praying they didn’t think less of her.

Pete’s eyes grew dark as sin. Oh yeah, he wanted this too. “Do you trust us?”

She had to laugh. “Would I be here if I didn’t?”

“Be right back.” Rudy got up then disappeared down a hallway off the living room.

Pete took her arm and pulled her up to stand against him, close enough for her to feel the bulge pressing against her stomach. He looked deep into her eyes. “You want this, right? Because if you change your mind at any time, we’ll stop, okay?”

She set her hands on his shoulders, remembering the feel of his velvet skin, the way his body seemed to be a perfect fit against hers. How could she resist this man? “Thank you.”

He pulled her bottom lip into his mouth then nipped it gently. Her breath hitched.

Rudy returned, carrying a leather belt. She gulped, yet the prospect of them binding her ratcheted up her craving to the next level.

“What shall we do with you, Miss Emmy?” Rudy’s eyes glinted with mischief.

She imagined what it would be like to feel the sting of the leather snapping against her buttocks. The shocking notion caught her off guard. She’d never fantasized about anything like that but suddenly the idea was there in her head. Her cheeks grew hot.

Pete stripped off the rest of his clothes. Delicious memories filled her thoughts-making love with him in his dorm room on a winter morning, skinny-dipping in his parents’ pool while they were out of town. He’d made her feel so cherished all those years ago. Why hadn’t she tried harder to keep him in her life?

Rudy shucked off his pants and underwear. Damn, his legs were just as amazing as his torso, thick in all the right places. His erection curved up to his belly. The head was shaped like a plum. She couldn’t wait to taste it. She reached out for him, but he stepped back.

“Not yet, mi amor. ” He worked her next button open, and the next until her top hung open.

Her nipples hardened to tight, needy peaks that pressed the lace confines of her bra, begging for the feel of his hands and the hot wetness of his tongue.

Pete slipped her blouse over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor while Rudy kneeled in front of her and unsnapped her pants. Rudy looked up at her with such hunger, as if he were a predatory cat who’d just found his next meal. The power she held over him intoxicated her even more than the alcohol had. She held her breath as he slowly lowered the zipper. Using his tongue, he traced small circles around her navel.

Lush sensations flooded her, rendered her a puddle of a woman. If Pete hadn’t been holding her arms, she was sure she wouldn’t have been able to keep standing for the unbridled need taking over her body.

Rudy tugged her pants down and she stepped out of them. He picked up the belt from the coffee table and dragged the end between her thighs over her panties.

Liquid heat erupted in her core and spooled through her.

Pete moved behind her and cupped her breasts, tugged on the nipples, which hardened to painful points under his skilled touch. She leaned her head back, resting it against Pete’s chest as Rudy cupped her lace-covered mound.

Torrid need built inside her, caught like a wildfire threatening to consume her. Rudy sneaked his fingers under the elastic of her panties. She held her breath as he circled her swollen nub, pressing it gently. God, she was already dizzy with wanting and they’d barely touched her.

Pete peeled down the lacy cups of her bra and massaged her breasts, kneaded and shaped them in his calloused hands. She stiffened a little, knowing both men were looking at her, judging her body.

“You’re lovely,” Rudy said, as if he’d read her thoughts.

“Perfect.” Pete rolled her nipples between his fingers, setting her whole body on fire.

The validation eased a modicum of her self-consciousness. She squirmed and moaned as Rudy traced the folds of her feminine flesh. All thought turned to mush as delicious sensation took her over. God yes, please don’t stop.

“You’re soaking wet.” Rudy pushed a long, possessive finger inside her, then another, stroking to the rhythm of the music as if she were his prized instrument, and he was hitting all the right notes.

Little shock waves started in her core and radiated through her. Her hips started moving of their own accord, rocking and gyrating.

Pete kissed and bit at her shoulder. “You’re so fucking sexy. Even hotter than you were in college.”

She knew he’d said something wonderful but all she could manage to think about was how great she felt. Her eyelids shuttered over as her bliss rose higher and higher. Heavenly pressure had her strung so tight. She sank her fingernails into Rudy’s bulging biceps but he didn’t even flinch.

“Come for me, novia.” Rudy’s voice reached into her head, assured her she could let go. She was safe with them.

Pleasure rose to a fevered pitch. She stiffened her legs as she neared the precipice. Tides of ecstasy flooded her body as she fell over the edge into hot oblivion. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment then opened them to Rudy’s handsome grin.

He continued his blissful assault, sliding his fingers in and out of her, knowing just how to please her, as if he felt everything she did. As the waves of pleasure ebbed, she leaned against Pete for support and tried to catch her breath.

She didn’t care that they were seeing her nearly nude. They didn’t seem to be bothered by her body. Quite the contrary. The very notion empowered her. Under their hungry gazes she felt beautiful. Feminine and desirable. But did she have the courage to realize all her fantasies?

Pete finally let go of her. He moved around her so she could see his face, the longing in his stare. Tangling his fingers through her hair, he pulled her close for a blistering kiss. “Damn, that was sexy. You’re sexy.”

Rudy stood up and took her hand, his eyes glinting with the promise of so much more ahead. He grabbed the belt with his free hand and tipped his chin toward the hallway. “Let’s go to the bedroom and really get this party started.” He captured her gaze. “Ready?”

She gulped.

Chapter Four

She sank onto the couch, grabbed her discarded blouse and started to put it on. The guys exchanged a worried glance.

Rudy sat beside her and lifted her chin so she had to look at him. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, sure. I’m just…” Just what? Scared? Intimidated by what they were about to do.

What we’ve already started.

Pete smoothed her hair back from her face. “I meant what I said. If you want to quit this now, that’s okay. Not that we won’t be disappointed, but we’ll understand.”

“Of course,” Rudy added. “No pressure.”

God, they were so sweet. She loved them both dearly. “I guess I’m still afraid everything will change after this.”

Pete chuckled. “Oh, it’ll all change all right. We’ll be way more than we ever were before. A lot closer.”

Rudy nodded his agreement. “You know we’d never hurt you, Em. We love you.”

Tears came out of nowhere.

Rudy pulled her into his arms. “What is it?”

“I have no idea,” she whispered against his shoulder. “I really do want this.”

Then Pete was there too, rubbing her back, soothing whatever was bothering her. “Tell us what we can do to help.”

Rudy wiped away the tears from her cheeks. “We can put our clothes back on and forget this ever happened.”

“No!” Her gut response took her by surprise. “I–I don’t want to stop.”

“Then what is it?” Pete asked.

She clenched her teeth, grasping for control of her emotions. This was the chance of a lifetime, damn it. Two gorgeous men attending to her every sexual whim. What was wrong with her? She sighed. “I’ve gained some weight since college, obviously. I thought it wasn’t bothering me, but I guess I just don’t feel very attractive.”

“Are you serious?” Rudy’s stare was sober and honest. “You’re one of the hottest women I’ve ever met. You’re just more…womanly now. Frankly, I think it looks great on you.”

“So do I. If that’s what’s holding you back, well, it’s all in your head.” Pete massaged her neck. “A few pounds doesn’t change how beautiful you are. And it doesn’t make me want you any less. Can’t you see what you do to me? To both of us?”

She looked up at him and his wink gave her the extra shot of confidence she needed. “Really?”

He rolled his eyes. “The moment I laid eyes on you in the bar I was like, whoa. She’s even hotter than she was in college. You can think yourself in circles and find a hundred reasons why you shouldn’t do this. But if you dig deep, you’ll realize this is something you want or we wouldn’t have ended up here.”

His words breathed fresh excitement into her. He was right. She tended to overthink everything. If she was completely honest with herself, this was something she’d been longing to do for years. And who better, who could she trust with this fantasy more than her two dear friends?

“What do you want to do?” Rudy skimmed a finger over her mouth then followed with his lips.

The soft kiss woke the molten lust simmering just below the surface. “I want to see your bedroom.” She squared her shoulders, got up and took the belt from Rudy. “Come on, boys. I’m all better now.” She didn’t have to tell them twice.

Rudy led the way to the master bedroom, which was pure Rudy. The walls were painted a muted mossy green and the windows and king-size four-poster bed were covered in crimson-and-green patterned fabric. For a rough and tough manly guy, he had great decorating taste. He’d helped her pick out the decor for the apartment she rented her senior year at college.

Glass sliding doors opened into a small screened patio with lush foliage and a hot tub.

Pete gestured to the yard. “Anybody want to get in? Might relax you, Em.”

Rudy flipped a switch and lights came on, illuminating the outside in a splash of color. “It’s small, but I don’t mind getting cozy.”

Both men waited for her answer.

“Why not?”

Rudy strode through then lifted the cover off the tub. “Towels are over there.” He motioned to a wicker shelving unit in the corner.

The guys climbed into the water, naked and hot.

Knowing that soon they were going to double-team her sent a shiver of excitement up her spine. She sat on the edge of the tub wearing only her black lace bra and panties.

Pete offered her a hand in. She let him help her climb inside then she slipped under the water to her chin. The heat and bubbles conspired to relax her even more than the alcohol had. “This feels great.”

Rudy pulled her in front of him so she was sitting with her back to him, between his legs. He wrapped his arm around her to hold her close. “This is nice, huh?” He nuzzled her neck and glided his hand up to cup her breast. Then he rolled her pebbled point between his fingers.

Inside a heartbeat, her libido roared higher. She leaned her head back on his shoulder and he started rubbing her between her legs. Then Pete was there, kissing her mouth and massaging her other breast.

God, she’d never experienced so much delight all at once. Swamped in lust, she gave in to her carnal needs and felt another orgasm rising inside her. Her world shrank to the hot tub and the men inside it. She whimpered with helpless abandon.

She could practically taste her climax when Rudy stopped what he was doing. “Not yet, sweetheart.”

No! “What? You can’t stop now.”

But he merely laughed. Pete lifted himself to the ledge then swung his legs over the side and grabbed towels. “Let’s go inside.”

Aching with longing, she had no choice but to wrap herself in a towel and follow them inside. “Why’d you do that?”

“Maybe we want to tease you a little more.” Rudy turned the lights low, which went a long way to make her more comfortable in her state of nearly nude. The guys discarded their towels then Rudy sat on the edge of the bed. “Come here.” He patted the mattress.

Swallowing hard, she closed the distance between them and he took away her towel. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

His wicked grin set her on fire. Pete came up behind her and started fiddling with the hooks on the back of her bra. Then he peeled the wet garment off her and hung it over a chair.

She felt so vulnerable, so exposed. Rudy caught her breast and sucked the erect nipple into his mouth. She nearly came unglued when he scraped his teeth over the sensitive peak.

Meanwhile, Pete rolled her panties down her legs. She kicked them away as Pete lifted her arms over her head. Taking both her wrists in one of his hands, he fastened them with Rudy’s belt.

Her breath grew ragged as the men laid her across the bed, bound and horny as hell. God this was hot. She’d never been so turned on. Pete kneeled by her head and held his cock over her lips. How could she feel so helpless and so empowered all at once?

She licked the head of his shaft and inwardly smiled at his pleasured growl, once so familiar. His cock hardened and grew in her mouth. He slid his erection farther inside. She grazed her teeth gently over the surface, remembering how he used to love that years ago. He rewarded her with a throaty moan.

Rudy climbed onto the bed and opened her legs wide. “Beautiful.” He ran his hands up her thighs, veering close to her entrance, then retreating.

Her first instinct was to pull her legs together but she resisted the urge. She needed this so badly. She lifted her hips, desperate for him to pay her pussy some attention. Again, he skimmed the inside of her thighs with skilled hands then teased her by grazing his finger over her slit.

Pete’s cock pulsed in her mouth. She sucked and licked and flicked her tongue around it but she couldn’t keep her concentration from heading south.

Rudy spread her intimate lips, blew on her most private, very exposed flesh. Ribbons of ecstasy unraveled inside her. He dipped the very tip of his tongue along her furls and her hips automatically vaulted.

She struggled against the binding at her wrists, reminding herself she was completely, deliciously at their mercy.

Rudy finally pushed two fingers inside her and she shattered in climax. A sweet, burning flood enveloped her. She moaned and twisted and shook as Rudy wrung every drop of pleasure from her body.

Pete withdrew his cock from her mouth then cupped her cheek and kissed her full on the lips. He glanced toward Rudy and the two apparently communicated somehow, although Emmy was still reeling from her orgasm and not really paying attention.

Pete flipped her over and lifted her to her knees so she was on all fours. Then he took her wrists and fastened them to one of the bedposts, forcing her to lean on her elbows.

“You like it from behind, sweetheart?” Rudy’s voice.

Oh God, he was going to fuck her. “Please, yes.”

“You’re enjoying being tied up, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” She lifted her ass and made sure her knees were wide enough apart.

“You wanted me to do something else with that belt before, didn’t you?”

She swallowed but said nothing.

Pete stroked her hair. “You want to try a little rough play, don’t you, baby?” He dragged his thumb across her entrance, teased a finger inside her only a little, then withdrew.

“You want to feel that belt snap on your gorgeous ass, don’t you?” Rudy asked. “Or maybe my hand, hmm?”

She glanced over her shoulder at him. He was grinning. He wanted to spank her as much as she wanted to be spanked. She could see it in his eyes. It felt too wicked to have to voice it so she merely nodded.

The first slap came swiftly and stung a little. By the fifth, she was writhing as the pain mingled with pleasure.

“You’ve been a very bad girl tonight, haven’t you?” Rudy cooed.

“Mm.” She caught her lower lip between her teeth.

Another swat. The sweet burn made her gasp. He turned up the heat when he slid a finger over her entrance, barely touching her. “I can’t wait to bury my cock in you.” He centered his palm over her pussy, rubbed her mound as she squirmed and moaned. “I think I need to fuck you really hard.”

“Yes, please.” The anticipation was torturous.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me. Hard.” She wasn’t used to talking so dirty, but there was something freeing about it.

Rudy tore open a condom packet. Seconds later, the head of his cock pushed inside her. Her muscles twitched in welcome.

He entered her slowly, inch by exquisite inch. As soon Rudy started thrusting, Pete pushed his cock against her cheek until she took him inside her mouth again.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror over the dresser. Damn but the scene looked hot with Rudy behind her and Pete near her head.

Rudy gripped her hips and stroked faster, harder. Her intimate muscles stretched to accommodate him. She wondered if she even could as he moved deep inside her. Then he reached around her to massage her pussy. God, had she ever felt anything as wonderful? She teetered on the brink of bliss.

Pete pulled out of her mouth when she started moaning. He bent to kiss her and she detonated in a mind-blowing orgasm. Every nerve in her body was electrified with ecstasy. He broke the kiss and closed his fist over his hard cock. “You’re even more gorgeous when you come.”

Her climax went on and on. Rudy tightened his grasp on her and pounded into her as her inner walls clenched relentlessly. His rhythm built to a savage pace as he claimed her with his virility.

He let out a deep growl, threw his head back and rutted on her. “Yes. Oh, fuck, yes.” He took his pleasure, emptied himself inside her. One last time he jerked into her then hung his head, panting. “Oh, Emmy.”

She’d never felt more like a woman.

Pete untied her hands while Rudy disposed of the condom. She rubbed her sore wrists but didn’t regret being bound. Quite the contrary.

Rudy returned from the bathroom holding a piece of black cloth. “Still trust us?”

“Isn’t it obvious that I do?” She sat in the middle of the bed and motioned to the fabric in his hand. “What’s that for?”

There was that mischievous glint in his eyes again. “It’s for you.” He climbed onto the bed behind her and fastened the cloth around her eyes as a blindfold.

A pleasant ache started low in her belly. “You’re full of surprises.”

“You have no idea,” he said.

The bed creaked as both men got off. She turned her head to try to follow their sound. Feet shuffled on the carpet. Then one of them picked her up and set her down on the other man’s lap.

“That’s good,” Pete said.

Okay, she was on Pete’s lap, facing him, his stubbly chin grazing her cheek. She set her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. Rudy lifted her from her waist and Pete pushed his erection into her entrance. One of them held her hips and the other tugged on her nipples. She was helpless, at their disposal and it felt wonderful.

She tightened around Pete’s shaft and delighted in his pleasured groan, knowing she was bringing him closer to his orgasm. He dug his fingers into her sides and directed her movement as he thrust up and into her.

Rudy’s breath fanned over the back of her neck. He bit her earlobe and pinched her painfully erect nipples. Lush, delicious sensations overloaded all her circuits. She’d landed in nirvana.

She rolled her hips, putting his strokes exactly where she needed them. Someone-had to be Rudy-took her wrists from Pete’s shoulders and held them in his strong hand. She could no longer hang on to anything or direct her own movements.

All decisions about what, how and where were taken from her. She didn’t need to think or direct, only feel. Leaning back against Rudy’s strong chest, she relinquished all control. She was a princess and a prisoner, freer than she’d ever been in her bondage.

Pete quivered against her and she could feel him holding back, hanging onto his control by a thread, filling her with his lust. In her mind she saw his expression-his clenched jaw, the corded muscles on his neck, his reddened, sweat-slick skin.

Her body sang with joy. She never knew that completely letting go could be so fulfilling. With her sight extinguished, all other senses sharpened. Pete’s ragged breaths, Rudy’s hungry growls, the earthy male smell of the guys. Someone started rubbing her pussy, overwhelming her with blessed delirium.

So many hands touched her, more than she could keep up with. She’d thought she was spent, but another orgasm was within her reach. The buildup pushed her higher, closer to her peak. A deluge of rhapsody, more than she’d ever thought possible, overtook her as she exploded in wave after wonderful wave of bliss.

Pete’s climax took hold at the same time and he made those primal, primitive sounds she remembered so well. He rocked in unison with her, their bodies convulsing in pleasure.

Lord, she’d never had so many orgasms. Every ounce of energy floated from her body. She leaned back against Rudy’s hot, slick torso, completely drained, more sated than she’d ever dreamed possible.

After Rudy removed her blindfold, the three of them settled in the bed together as if that was the most natural thing to do. With Pete on her left and Rudy on her right, Emmy wondered where they went from here. Despite what they both said about the tryst not destroying their friendship, she wondered if they’d all feel differently when the euphoric afterglow and the alcohol-induced haze faded.

Chapter Five

The pungent aroma of coffee coaxed Emmy awake. Her whole body was sore, but in a good way, as if she’d had the best workout of her life. Which she had. She slid her hand over the mattress, searching for hard, male bodies, but she was alone in the bed.

She sat up just as Pete entered the room wearing only a towel cinched around his waist. His body was still wet from the shower, glistening and smelling of soap.

“Hey, sleepy. Have any good dreams? I sure did.” He sat on the edge of the bed and gave her that adorable crooked smile.

“I don’t think we were dreaming. Last night was…” She reached for an appropriate adjective, but none seemed fitting. What was the superlative of the best, most amazing time ever?

“Yeah, it was.” He threaded his fingers through her hair and reeled her in for a kiss. He tasted minty and inviting.

“Don’t start without me.” Rudy came in carrying a tray loaded down with all sorts of goodies-pancakes, eggs, bacon, cheese grits and English muffins. “Let me go get the coffee. After breakfast maybe we can get back into the hot tub, hmm?” He set his burden on a table near the bed.

Wow. Were they going to extend their date? Had she died and gone to heaven?

Pete got up and headed to the tray. He swiped a slice of bacon and ate it in one bite. “Man, I think I’m going to like this arrangement. Apparently Rudy likes to cook.” He sniffed the food.

Arrangement?

Did that mean they were going to do what they’d done last night again? She pulled the sheet around her and set her feet on the floor. Where had she left her clothes?

Rudy returned with a pot of coffee and three mugs. “Pete, grab the newspaper, would you? I left it on the kitchen counter.”

Emmy scratched her head. “What’s going on here?”

Rudy questioned her with his eyes.

“Is this what you do after a…you know, a threesome?” She accepted a cup of coffee from him.

He laughed as he set the coffee and cups on the table. “We’re not your average threesome, sweetheart. We’re friends. I thought we could spend the day together. Unless you have other plans.”

He slipped off his gym shorts and set them on the dresser. Then he came toward her, all naked male beauty. He sat on the bed and stroked a calloused thumb over her cheek, igniting erotic memories of the night before. “We can read the paper, have a leisurely breakfast, maybe a dip in the hot tub. Then…whatever feels good.” The way he lifted an eyebrow assured her whatever feels good meant more of what they’d done last night.

A wave of arousal spread through her along with a shot of renewed confidence. Apparently she wasn’t the only one who had a great time. She shifted closer to him on the bed and kissed him.

He laid her down on the mattress, cupped her breast and slid his granite-hard thigh over her legs. “Maybe we’ll switch the order around and play first, huh? I don’t mind reheated food.”

But before she could answer, Pete shouted a curse from another room, then a giant boom seemed to shake the walls.

Rudy climbed off her and they both raced out of the room and down the hallway. They found Pete on the kitchen floor holding his leg.

“I slipped.” He managed a strained chuckle but his furrowed brow gave away that he’d hurt himself.

Rudy slapped his forehead. “God, I’m so sorry. I spilled coffee on the floor and I was going to come back to wipe it up but…” He stole a glance at Emmy. “I got a little sidetracked.”

She kneeled on the tile floor and looked at Pete’s leg. It was swelling up before their eyes. “I need an icepack,” she told Rudy.

He jumped into action, handing her a zippered bag of ice covered in a dishtowel in less than a minute.

She held the pack in place. Pete winced as he tried to wiggle his foot. “I think we need to go to the ER, guys.”

Pete shook his head. “Nah. I’m sure it’ll be better in a minute.”

But as the time ticked past, his ankle grew to twice its normal size.

“Hospital it is.” Rudy dressed in a hurry then brought Pete a T-shirt and a pair of shorts.

This was not how Emmy had envisioned the day, but after they’d scarfed down a few bites of the delicious breakfast Rudy had prepared, they helped Pete hobble to Rudy’s car and they all headed to the hospital.

The wait in the emergency room seemed endless. When they left with Pete on crutches, the sun was starting to set. Rudy helped him into the front seat of his Jeep. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am, buddy.”

Pete waved away the apology. “Quit saying that. And I don’t want your first-born child. It’s only sprained, not that big a deal. Doctor said a week off work and then I should be able to go back on desk duty for the next month. But I’m a badass so maybe I’ll be healed in half that time.”

They all laughed as Rudy drove out of the parking lot.

An idea popped into Emmy’s head. “My boss keeps telling me if I don’t use my vacation days by the end of the year I’ll lose them. How about I take the week off to play nurse for you?”

Pete shook his head but then he glanced over his shoulder at her. “Would you wear one of those sexy nurse outfits?”

“Hell, I’d take the week off for that too. We can have a staycation and reintroduce ourselves. Well, more than we did last night. It’ll be like a reunion. With benefits.” Rudy turned into a drugstore. “I’m going to fill Pete’s prescription for painkillers. Why don’t you check out that lingerie place, Em?” He tipped his chin at a small storefront a few doors down in the shopping plaza.

Her face heated. ”Really?”

Pete and Rudy gave her enthusiastic nods.

“If you find a cave girl getup, I’ll buy. I’ve always had a thing for prehistoric women.” Rudy shoved a credit card into her hand. “Really. Surprise us. We’ll stay home and play hooky and ice Pete’s ankle. I’ve got some vacation time coming and I can’t think of a better reason to use it.”

Two hours later, shopping and errands completed, they’d settled into the living room eating a dinner of salad and Rudy’s homemade empanadas.

“Time for more ice.” Emmy strode into the kitchen carrying her empty plate and fetched the gel icepack the hospital had given them. When she returned to the living room the guys had her new lingerie purchases out of the bag.

“I like this one.” Rudy held up the French maid outfit and waggled his eyebrows.

“I’m the injured party here, counselor. And I want a sexy nurse.” Pete tossed her the white teddy and hat.

She’d tried on both costumes and felt a bit self-conscious in the dressing room, but Pete and Rudy seemed to love her body. Saluting Pete, she tucked the outfit under her arm then headed toward the bathroom to shower and change.

When she put on the nurse getup she glimpsed herself in the mirror. The white bustier pushed her breasts high and the garter belt and white stockings made her legs appear longer and lean. She’d never worn anything like the skimpy outfit but she had to admit, it made her feel sexy and empowered. Hell, what could be a bigger boost to her ego than hanging out with two hot hunks for a week, having loads of hot sex? Her mouth watered as she pondered all the possibilities.

She slipped on what Rudy had described as come-fuck-me black spiked heel pumps that she’d picked up at the lingerie store, then she returned to the living room.

Rudy had cleared away the rest of the dishes and stripped down to his birthday suit and had somehow managed to transform the space from bachelor pad to sex palace. He handed her a glass of wine and whistled at her as she came into the room. “Okay, that’s fucking hot. Way better than a cave woman costume. Now I don’t feel so deprived that they didn’t have my request in stock.”

Pete was on the floor now, naked in the midst of a sea of various types of pillows and cushions that made the area look like a playground for a sultan and his harem. But she was the only woman and had both men at her disposal-her own private male harem.

She sipped her wine as she surveyed the scene. The only light came from a few pillar candles on tables around the perimeter. Good thing. If the room were brighter she’d have been more self-conscious. She recognized the music as Ravel’s Bolero.

Pete’s heated stare swept slowly over her from head to toe then fixed on her face. “God, Emmy. Talk about sexual healing. You’re the best medicine I could imagine.”

Her mouth went dry.

Rudy dropped a few condom packets on the coffee table. “You have two patients, nurse.”

She deposited her glass on the coffee table then sat on the floor near Pete. “Two?”

He set a hand on his forehead. “I have a fever. And a new way for you to take my temperature. Orally.” He closed his fingers around his cock, stroked it until it started growing. “And I want a sponge bath.” He tipped his chin at a basin of water she hadn’t noticed before on the table.

“Hey, hey.” Pete feigned indignation as he pointed at his injured ankle. “I’m first. The nurse is going to check my thermometer, right?” He shifted so she could see his rising erection.

She crawled closer to Pete. “Yes, I think you come first in the triage chain.” Skimming a finger over his cock, she smiled when he shut his eyes and let out a pleasured sigh. She got on her knees and gave his erection a teasing swipe of her tongue.

Rudy moved behind her and kissed her lower back, sending a shiver of torrid awareness up her spine. She took hold of the base of Pete’s shaft and leaned in for another lick. His scent was fresh and soapy mixed with a hint of his cologne. She closed her mouth over the head of his cock and felt him quiver. His erection pulsed against her tongue.

Rudy slipped his hand between her legs to cup her mound. God, she’d have never dreamed she’d be in the middle of anything this erotic and hot. Rudy grazed a finger along her slit. The anticipation unglued her. She tried to concentrate on giving Pete head. She took him deeper into her mouth, flicked her tongue over his taut skin.

Rudy grasped her thighs, eased them farther apart. Then he pushed a finger inside her. “You’re very wet, Nurse Emmy. You’re not turned on, are you?”

Sweet, lush sensations overtook her-the taste of Pete’s cock, the expression of pure joy on his face, the feel of Rudy’s finger inside her and his hand on her hip combined with the sound of the music and its building intensity.

Rudy rubbed her just right, matching the rhythm with which she took Pete in and out of her mouth. She moaned as Pete grabbed hold of her hair and gave it a hard tug.

Rudy withdrew his fingers from her and replaced them with his tongue. She bit back a gasp as he drove deeper and continued rubbing her pussy all the while.

She tried to concentrate on giving Pete head, but soon she was deluged with delight as her climax neared. Rudy played her like a perfectly tuned instrument, as if he knew every nuance of her body’s pleasure centers.

She scraped her teeth over Pete’s cock and his grip tightened in her hair. Splaying her fingers over the ridged muscles of his upper thigh, she squeezed her eyes shut and braced for her orgasm.

Pleasure exploded everywhere as she fell into a sea of ecstasy. Her body convulsed with powerful pulses of joy that went on and on. Pete yanked aside the straps of her bustier to cup her breasts. He tugged and tweaked her nipples, adding another dimension to her bliss.

Her climax started to recede until Rudy pushed his cock inside her. She reacted like a lit firecracker, twisting and twitching and crying out. She’d completely zoned out and had stopped giving Pete head. But as soon as Rudy started stroking, Pete reminded her by pushing the head of his cock against her cheek. She palmed his balls, gently massaging them as she took his erection deep into her mouth. He rewarded her with a deep, primal growl.

Yeah, he was close. She’d never forget the sounds and the feel of him when he neared his orgasm. His skin reddened and the muscles in his neck and upper chest corded. His face contorted in strained concentration.

He reached for her hair again and tangled his fingers in it, directing her movements, coaxing her to quicken her pace. Then he detonated, spilling his seed into her throat. She swallowed the hot, salty liquid, confident she’d given him the pleasure he so deserved.

He withdrew but Rudy kept on thrusting, harder and deeper now. She moved with him, met him stroke for stroke. He gripped her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh. His grunts let her know he was close to coming, but she could feel him hanging onto his control, drawing out his pleasure and hers.

“Fuck, yes.” Rudy jerked into her, then stilled, panting. He settled over her, his chest to her back, his heart thumping against her skin.

Minutes later they all settled on top of a sea of pillows, Emmy cuddled between the two men in her life. But as she drifted off to sleep, she wondered what would happen after their stay- cation drew to a close. Would they withdraw from each other’s lives with only the memories of the week?

She prayed they’d all find a way to keep the amazing chemistry they shared alive and active.

Epilogue

Three months later

“Case dismissed.”

Emmy resisted the urge to cheer as the judge dismissed the jury. She shook her client’s hand, a young girl who’d made friends with the wrong classmate, a shoplifter.

“Thank you so much, Miss Mahoney,” the girl’s mother said as she shook Emmy’s hand.

“My pleasure.” Her cases were so much more rewarding when she was reasonably sure her clients really were innocent of the charges. She left the courtroom and started toward the elevator, but a strong arm hooked hers and dragged her to a stop. A protest rose on her lips until she turned to find it was Pete.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He gave her a chaste kiss on her cheek and she picked up a whiff of his scent. “How’d it go?”

“We won.” She high fived him. “What are you doing here?” She looked him over. In jeans and a polo shirt that emphasized his broad shoulders and narrow waist, he stole her breath. Although they’d gone on a dozen or more dates in the last few months, he still inspired some serious butterflies in her stomach every time she saw him.

“I found out today is Rudy’s birthday. I thought we could surprise him with a cake. Or something.” He gave her a subtle wink she immediately understood. The three of them had marked several special occasions together by engaging in their new favorite sport-what the guys called lawyering up, which just meant the two of them seeking her counsel, not to mention all her erogenous zones.

She hooked her arm through his as they stepped onto the elevator.

“Are you done for the day?” He pressed the Lobby button.

She checked her watch. “Yup. Two whole days of freedom.”

“Think again. Did you forget this is Memorial Day weekend?”

She slapped her forehead. “Work’s been so crazy and all-consuming this month. It totally slipped my mind.”

They left the building and strode arm-in-arm to her car.

“I got you a present.” Pete waggled his eyebrows.

She couldn’t hold back a giggle at the silly expression on his face, like a kid with a secret he couldn’t keep inside. “What is it?”

“It’s in my car.” He led her a few rows past hers, then opened the trunk and pulled out a pink bag she recognized from her new favorite lingerie store.

She took the package from him and found a skimpy leather thing inside with loads of straps and buckles. “Um, am I supposed to wear this?”

He slowly nodded. It’ll be perfect for when we cuff you behind your back.”

She scanned the lot, hoping no one was around. With the coast clear, she held up the garment and tried to picture how it went on her. There wasn’t much to it, but she was used to Pete’s kinky gifts now and she had no problem with anything that revealed most of, or even all of, her body. The guys loved every inch of her, and they continued to show her how attractive they found her.

“Will you wear it?” Pete eyed her, a wicked grin playing on his lips.

She knew she would, but she loved making him wonder. “I’ll consider that motion…in my chambers.”

He pulled her into his arms. “You say the naughtiest stuff, counselor. I might have to punish you for teasing me.”

“Promises, promises.”

“I’m a man of my word.”

And she knew he was. She couldn’t wait for his brand of punishment, the kind that made her feel like the most powerful woman in the world.

Content

Wynter Daniels
Lawyering Up

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Epilogue