Two For One Special (Menage Romance) (2 page)

“Macy. Pleased to meet you.”

“So, it’s a yes for dinner, right? The pasta carbonara’s fabulous.”

She slipped her hand out of Damien’s and glanced at Ray. “Okay. Yes. I’ll have dinner with you.”

“Great. We’ve got a reservation waiting, if you’re ready.”

“Um, could you excuse me for just a moment? I need to use the restroom.”

“Of course.” Ray stood up and smiled. “How about we get the table and you can meet us?”

“That sounds perfect. Thank you.”

Ray watched while Macy slipped off the stool and turned toward the restrooms. Her hips swayed with each step and he forced his feet to stay still.
So fucking sexy
.

Damien clapped him on the back and he shook his head. “Looks like we aren’t posting that ad quite yet.”

“I can’t believe she said yes.”

“Yeah, well, she doesn’t know what we have in mind. Right now it’s just dinner.”

“Right. Let’s get a table and fill her in.”

Macy stared at her reflection in the mirror and tried not to hyperventilate. Dinner with Ray and his friend Damien. Two panty-melting, oh my god are you a model, men. Who liked women.

Her clit throbbed in approval. But her brain was about to short-circuit. Were they…both interested in her? Or was Damien along for the ride?

She remembered Ray had a girlfriend a while back, but apparently they’d broken up. Was it because of his relationship with Damien? Or was she misreading the whole thing?

She’d heard girlfriends chat about threesomes, but never in a permanent way. Only in a let’s-get-dirty way. But Ray seemed above that. A relationship man. And if he’d wanted a fling, he would have asked, right? Not invited her to dinner.

But what did she know. It was new territory for the one-man Macy. She dug her lipstick out of her purse and reapplied. If they got fresh, she could always leave. If she wanted to.

Once more glance at herself and she busted out of the bathroom door and into the restaurant. Ray and Damien weren’t hard to spot. The two had taken up residence in a corner table and were chatting with the waitress.

Okay. I can do this
. Macy took a deep breath and walked over. “Gentlemen.”

“Macy.” They both stood while her name rolled off their tongues.
Mmm. Nice
.

Macy sat down and the waitress walked through the menu. After they’d all ordered, Damien leaned over the table and broke the ice.

“So Ray tells me you’re a paralegal. And that you have one of the toughest bosses around.”

Macy smiled. “He can be difficult. But I like the challenge. I never get bored at work.”

“That’s true. Donovan’s always got something interesting in the works. And you must be doing something right. He’s never had a paralegal last as long as you.”

“It’s my sparkling wit.”

Ray leaned over and she could tell he was staring at her cleavage. “You do have quite a sense of humor.”

“So I’ve been told.”

She reached down beneath the table pretending to fix her shoe, and Ray’s gaze went with her. His eyes zeroed in on the cleft between her breasts and her nipples turned to rocks.
Damn
.

As she sat back up, Damien joined in. “So, Macy, I’m curious. What brings you out tonight all alone?”

Macy blushed and looked at the tablecloth. “It’s embarrassing.” Admitting she was dating online to two men who could have their pick of women was not high on her priority list.
 

“Your secret’s safe with us. Right, Ray?”

Macy looked up and Damien winked. At her. Had a man ever winked at her before? She laughed and scratched her head. “I was meeting a blind date. But he didn’t show.”

“The bastard.” Ray frowned. “Do I know him? Did someone from work set you up?”

Macy shook her head. “Don’t laugh, but…I met him on the internet.”

Damien gave Ray a shrug. “See. I told you there’d be beautiful women dating online.”

Macy furrowed her brow. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I’ve been trying to get Ray to post a profile online. So that we could find a woman who…accepts us. But he’s been resisting.”

Macy bit her lip. “What’s so terrible about you? Are you serial killers?”

Damien smiled. “No. But we like to share. You know, polyamory.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know.”

“For us, it’s one woman, two men.”

Macy mashed her lips together to keep from gawking. She couldn’t have heard him right. “Ray told me you aren’t a couple.”

“We’re not,” Ray interrupted. “But…when we’ve dated the same woman, it’s been…satisfying. For all three involved.”

Macy blushed and tugged on the hem of her dress. They liked to share. So the vibe she’d gotten was right. They wanted a threesome. But she wasn’t into another one-night stand. She wanted something more.

“Why post an ad if you’re just looking for a girl for the night? There have to be single women interested in a hookup with you. You’re both gorgeous.”

Ray ran his tongue over his lip and leaned over. “We don’t want a fling. We want…a relationship. A commitment.”

Oh my god
. She worked as a paralegal for one of the craziest plaintiff’s lawyers in the city, so she thought she’d heard everything. But two men who wanted a steady relationship with one woman? It didn’t make sense.

“Aren’t you all a little backward? I thought men wanted lots of women, not to share.”

Damien laughed. “When you put it that way, we do sound a bit crazy. But it works for us. And for the women. Usually.”

“How?”

“Think about it. Twice the hands, twice the attention. Twice the tongues.”

A shiver coursed down Macy’s back and she imagined the possibilities. Ray’s rugged face between her knees…His stubble scraping her inner thigh while Damien licked her breasts…
Oh, god
. She swallowed. Hard. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“There’s a first time for everything.”

Macy opened her mouth to respond when the waitress arrived with their food. It smelled delicious. And after drinking on an empty stomach for over an hour, she couldn’t wait to dig in. She needed a clear head to figure out what the hell was going on.

As she ate, she thought about how she’d been dating for months. One unsuccessful blind date after another. Three dating sites, endless set-ups from coworkers and friends. And nothing except other women’s castoffs. Leftovers.

Were these two men diamonds in the rough? Were they single because they wanted what so many women turned down? A chance to be adored by both of them. It sent a shiver over her arms and throb through her core.

She could turn them down. Tell them she wasn’t interested and go back to her slim pickings. Or she could give them a try. Maybe they’d be the best thing that ever happened to her.

She bit her lip and glanced up at Ray. She loved his sexy beard and hair just long enough to tug. His ability to always make her laugh. And he’d never tried to get into her pants—not one time—while they worked.

And Damien wasn’t half bad either. But both of them together? It’s like she’d won the man lottery. Twice. She just needed to convince the nervous part of her to say yes.

R
AY
FINISHED
OFF
his last hunk of lasagna and sat back in his chair. Killer conversation, good food, sexy woman sitting across from him. God, he was on a fucking roll.

Macy was incredible. Smart, witty. A bit funny. And she didn’t run when Damien told her about them. In fact, it loosened her up, made her bold. Daring. She’d never been so free at the office. Maybe it was her asshole boss or the catty other women. But at dinner, she came alive.

And he wanted to know so much more of her. Every inch of her body, where to kiss, where to stroke. How to make her scream. All night long. He shifted in his seat and cleared his throat.
 

“So, Macy, what do you look for in a guy?”

“Um. I don’t know. He’s got to be nice. I’m sick of jerks. Considerate, thoughtful. Good looking’s a plus.” She glanced down at the table and Ray smiled.

They could manage that. Twice over. “What if you could get two men like that instead of one?”

She glanced back up and caught his eye. “You mean the two of you?”

Damien spoke up and Ray leaned back. “Exactly. Think of it as a two-for-one special. You get twice the attention, we get a sexy woman to share.”

“It doesn’t seem fair to you.”

“You haven’t tried it yet.”

Macy raised an eyebrow but stayed silent. Ray could see her turning it over in her mind—the possibility of dating two men at once. But he wanted her to do more than think about it. He wanted her to act.

“You know me, Macy. We’ve worked together for what, five years?”

“Something like that.”

“And what do you think of me?”

Her eyes went wide. “Like, honestly?”

“Of course.”

“I think you’re smart. Funny. Good looking. I’ve never understood why you haven’t found a woman to settle down with.”

“Well, now you know. It’s hard to find a woman willing to be so…unconventional.”

“Maybe you’ve been looking in all the wrong places.”

“Maybe.”

Ray smiled and leaned forward, reaching under the table toward Macy’s thigh when the waitress interrupted. She gave him a sheepish grin and waved at the table. “Um, we’re about the close the restaurant to open it up for dancing. Is there any way I can ask you all to move to a booth?”

Ray glanced over at Macy and she nodded. “No problem. Lead the way.”

The waitress showed them to a booth along the far wall and Ray let Macy slide in the middle. She was sandwiched between them and he had to fight the urge to press up close. Put his hands where he shouldn’t. Give her ideas. Shit, he’d had a hard on for most of dinner.

But he was a big boy. He could wait. Sipping the last of his beer, he watched the staff transform the restaurant into a swank nightclub. The tables disappeared, the lights dimmed, and the neon turned on. And one by one people filled the floor. As the speakers sent a throbbing beat through the bench seat, Macy purred.

“I love dancing. And it’s been forever since I’ve been.”

Ray smiled as Damien leaned over. “Well, we both love to dance. Especially with a woman as sexy as yourself. How about we watch for a while and when it heats up, we all join in?”

Macy glanced at Ray and turned to Damien. “That sounds wonderful.”

A few minutes of watching and waiting and Macy buzzed next to him. Her feet tapped on the floor, her fingers flitted over the tablecloth and she was ready. And so was Ray. He couldn’t wait to tug her close and grind against her.

He crept closer and ran his hand over her bare knee. She jumped but didn’t pull away.
Mmm
. With a smile, he whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait to hold you against me on the dance floor.”

Inching his hand higher, he toyed with the hem of her dress, stroking her bare skin while she took a deep breath. Her lips parted and she glanced up at him—pupils full and filled with lust.

“Then what are you waiting for? The dance floor’s full.”

Ray scooted out of the booth and held out his hand. Macy took it and he escorted her out onto the floor.
This is gonna be fun
.

Pulling Macy through the crowd, he slipped past clumps of women and men to a small empty space. He pulled her to him and she fell into his body.

Warm skin, hard nipples, curvy hips. All of her all over him. His hands tore up her back, holding her close, smashing her chest into his as he bent down to breathe in the scent of her.

Floral and musk and a hint of her that screamed take me. Make me beg for it. He ran his lips over her ear and she quivered.
So nice
.

Stepping back, he grabbed Macy by the hips, spinning her around as Damien stepped up to her. His friend took over, sliding his hands up her body as Ray stepped back. Watching Macy dance—her hips shimmying, her breasts bouncing up and down—damn, she was hot.

With every beat, her hips rocked and her body bumped into Damien again and again.
Mesmerizing
. The more Ray stared, the more the world shrunk—condensing into Macy’s ass swaying back and forth and Damien’s hands stroking her body.