A Question of Trust (3 page)

The intensity of it took her breath away. She groaned long and deep as he removed his thumb and replaced it with a different finger. A longer, thinner one. And then he began to move again, fucking her like he had before, but this time, moving his hand in time to his thrusts.

“Ah, Christ, Maddie,” Gabe gasped. “Jesus, you look so hot like this. You’re killing me, baby. Killing me.”

Maddie wanted to respond, wanted to tell him he was the one driving her to a sweet and certain death, but she couldn’t talk, could barely draw breath. How could she explain he took her to another plane, a physical plane which knew no boundaries, which knew only desire and lust and need and bliss? How could she tell him when words fluttered through her mind like butterflies, so close yet impossible to catch?

“You like that, don’t you?” Gabe’s breath was choppy now. “You like the idea of both holes being filled at once.” His withdrawal was gradual, then he pushed back in little by little, going deep. Deeper then he’d been before. The movement reverberated all the way up her spine and through her scalp, tingles of delight whispering through her.

Yes.
Sweet Lord, yes. She loved the idea. Loved the reality. She felt full, snug and good. So damn good.

“Double penetration…baby.” His voice was scratchy, as though talking was too difficult. “It’s your thing. It gets you so damn hot. Gets…me so…damn hot.”

Hot. Hell yes she was hot. All that existed in her world was his dick and his finger and his voice. And they made her
hot
. A fresh wave of moisture flooded from her and he groaned and thrust deep again.

“You still worried about doing this in the living room?”

She shook her head. She was so into this, so hot for what he did to her she hadn’t given it another thought.

He waited a heartbeat, then thrust into her and stopped dead. “What if Connor walks in?”

Holy crap.
Connor.
She’d forgotten him, forgotten everything in the sexual tornado that was Gabe.

He toyed with her butt. “What if Con walks in and sees you like this? With my dick in your pussy and my finger in your ass?”

Maddie stopped breathing.

Gabe dropped the bomb. “What if he wants to share?”

Her nipples tightened painfully and her head spun.

“Double penetration, baby,” he whispered. “It’s your thing.”

It was suddenly impossible not to think about
the Maddie sandwich
. What if Connor truly did want to share? What if, instead of just Gabe fucking her, it was Gabe and Connor? Gabe behind her, like he was now, and Connor beneath her. Gabe fucking her ass and Connor’s dick wedged between her slick folds?

Maddie moaned out loud. Her clit began to throb, and her pussy started to drip.

What if—

Gabe twisted, pulled out and drove in, and Maddie dissolved around him.
A Maddie sandwich.
Spasms rode through her like lightning.
A Maddie, Gabe and Connor sandwich.
Thunder roared in her ears
.
Her orgasm stretched out, encompassed her thoughts, and intensified. Not just Gabe. Connor and Gabe. Gabe and Connor. Gabe and Connor and Maddie.

Oh, Christ, she was still coming, still in the lingering throes of orgasm.

Gabe, Connor, Maddie. The names whirled through her mind, until finally she collapsed, her knees shaking so hard she could no longer remain on them.

Gabe gave her no recovery time. He withdrew and turned her around so she lay on her back. Then once again he settled between her legs. Seconds before their lips met in a hungry kiss, he whispered again, “Double penetration.” The tip of his cock swept against her clit and his tongue slipped into her mouth. He rocked them, sliding his dick back and forth over her tender nub. Once, twice and another tiny orgasm broke over her. Or maybe it was the same one, just not quite over yet.

“Gabe…” She moaned helplessly against his lips.

“Gabe?” he asked, “Or Connor?”

Which one? God, which one? “Gabe,” she said out loud, orientating herself. She bucked against him. “Fuck me. Again. Please, Gabe, fuck me.” Yes, she was talking to Gabe, but she still thought about his friend, couldn’t help it.

He pulled back then and lifted her shaky legs. This time he placed her feet on his chest, leaving her wide open and mere inches away from his impressive erection. He rubbed his dick against her, starting at her clit, and working his way down, over her slit and lower until he touched her ass. Then he dragged it back up again, torturing the swollen, sensitive flesh. Again and again he caressed her like this until the sensation broke and another mini orgasm rippled through her. This time he did not wait for her to recover. While the shivers flowed over her body, he pressed his dick down, with the tip against the tight ring of muscle, and pushed forward.

Maddie expected pain, she expected the now familiar burn as her body adjusted to fit his girth. But to her surprise, in this position there was no pain. There was only sweet, exquisite ecstasy. Gabe pulled back and then moved forward, burying himself in her ass. Slowly, exquisitely, he built a rhythm, filling her completely, then withdrawing totally before filling her again.

After so many orgasms Maddie did not have the strength to swing her hips up to meet him. Instead she gave herself to Gabe fully, relaxing altogether into the delicious, wicked act. She kept her eyes open, watched Gabe watch her. His eyes were dark. Midnight black and glazed with lust.

“You like this, Maddie?” he asked and wet his lips with his tongue.

Maddie wet her own lips, mirroring his actions. “You know I do, Gabe.”

“You like it when I…touch you here?” Without losing momentum, he slid his finger over her clit.

“Mmmmmmm.”

“And…here?” He slipped the same finger between her wet, swollen folds.

“Ah! Mmmmm.”

“You want Connor to touch you here?” In slid another finger.

She gasped incoherently.
Connor. Charming, funny Connor.

“And here?” With his dick in her ass, and his fingers in her pussy, fucking her, he stroked her clit with his other hand.

Connor, with his devilish grin and sexy wink
. She couldn’t talk, just stared at Gabe with wide eyes. Yes, Goddammit, she wanted Connor touching her there—while Gabe fucked her.

“Do you?” Gabe asked again, his eyes dark as sin.

She panted in reply. Could she answer him? Could she tell him the truth? Did she feel secure enough in their steamy, yet young relationship to confide in him?

“Do you, baby? Do you want Connor to touch you while I fuck you?”

How could she not trust him? After all they’d shared, after what she let him do to her, how could she not? Of course she trusted Gabe. Of course she could tell him.

With the last ounce of energy she possessed she opened her mouth and whispered, “Yes, Gabe. I want it. I want…Connor.”

Gabe let out a roar of pure male triumph. He lengthened inside her and his movements increased in pace and intensity. His fingers drove her wild, their precise actions drawing to attention millions of nerve endings. His dick filled her, stretched her, pleasured her, his speed rocketed her into another universe and thoughts of Connor filled her head.

This time when she came, it was wild and all consuming. She screamed as her muscles tightened around Gabe, gripping his dick like an iron fist. Cream poured from her, coating his hand, dripping down to mix with the lube and further coat his cock.

Gabe pressed harder into her, faster, and then he roared again and buckled, and in the middle of her gut-wrenching release he came as hard as she did.

Chapter Two

“Was it good?” Connor’s chest heaved as he asked the question.

“Was what good?” Maddie answered innocently.

It was all he could do to hold himself back, to not haul her into his arms and kiss her senseless right there in the middle of the restaurant. She had the look of a well-loved…no wait, a well-fucked woman. The color in her cheeks was heightened in a way no make-up could cover and her lips were full and swollen. Her honey-blond hair, which earlier she’d tied in a neat ponytail, now hung long and free, wispy tendrils floating over her eyes and cheeks. The look on her face was lazy, satiated.

He grinned. “The pajama party.”

She leaned close to him and whispered, “I told you, Connor. We don’t really wear pajamas.” Then she turned to him and smiled. “But yes, it was very good. Thanks for asking.”

“No problem.” His grin faltered. Shite, maybe he shouldn’t have sat down next to her. Maybe he should have gone to the other end of the table and spoken to John and George about their new business venture. A bludgeoning erection was hardly appropriate fare at the dinner table. Unless, of course, Maddie was feasting on his cock and not on the pasta prima vera on her plate.

Maddie watch him shift in his seat. “How did your meeting go this afternoon?” She must have picked up on his discomfort and purposefully changed the subject.

“Yeah. It went okay.” He liked that she was curious about him.

“Sounded like it was important. Gabe said your future depended on it.”

He laughed. “Not quite that important. I’m considering moving back to Sydney. The job will help me decide one way or the other.” Usually he wouldn’t have organized a meeting for a Saturday, but there was no other way he could have fit it into his week day schedule. Not with the amount of work piling up on his desk.

The problem was, it wasn’t his job that he wanted to change. He was happy with his position in Melbourne—although heading up the IT division of a blue chip company was mighty appealing. Something else in his life wasn’t working, but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what. It had begun as a vague restlessness, a stirring in his gut, and over time had gotten bigger, more pressing. There was an emptiness in his soul, as though part of it was missing. Perhaps returning to Sydney and starting a new job would settle this agitation.

“So what did you think after your meeting?” Maddie asked.

“I’m not sure. I liked the company. I liked the people. But then I feel the same about my current position.”

“Not much help then, huh? Looks like you have a tough decision ahead of you.”

“Don’t I know it.”

“Come back to Sydney,” Maddie suggested. “I know Gabe would be happy to have his best mate living in the same city again.”

“I wish it were that simple.” If his restlessness could be eased by making his pal happy, he’d move back in a shot.

She smiled wryly. “Yeah, if only real life were that easy.”

Connor did not want to talk about his life and his decision. He’d thought about it altogether too much already over the last few months. For now, while he could, he preferred to lose himself in the magic that was Maddie.

“Tell me something, Maddie.” He lowered his voice so only she could hear him. “You know this afternoon, after I left?”

She looked at him through eyes narrowed by suspicion.

Good. He smothered a grin. She was obviously getting to know the way his mind worked. “Did you think about me while you partied?”

Maddie went very still. Then she sat a little straighter, patted his hand and shot him an amused look. “Yes, sweetie. You were upper mind in our thoughts the entire time.”

He couldn’t let the opportunity pass. Connor placed his other hand over Maddie’s, trapping her there. The warmth of her skin heated his entire arm. “I don’t just need to be in your thoughts, you know.”

Maddie gasped and then did her best to hide it.

Across the table Gabe turned to look at her with an indulgent smile. Maddie’s return smile was shaky at best. Gabe’s gaze came to rest on the spot where Connor and Maddie’s hands were joined. He raised an eyebrow and looked back at Maddie. Maddie turned scarlet.

Connor grinned like an idiot.

Maddie dropped her gaze to the table.

Gabe winked at Connor.

Connor nodded at Gabe.

No further communication was necessary.

Shite, he was stiff as a rod. His jeans pulled tight across his straining cock, paining him. He pulled his hand away, freeing hers, desperate for some form of distraction. “So, Maddie, tell me. Do you like lateral thinking puzzles?”

Maddie stared at her hand, perplexed. Then she shook her head and looked up at him. “From pajama parties to lateral thinking puzzles. That’s quite a jump.”

“Humor me, sweetheart. Thoughts of you in your pajamas have got me hot as hell. I need to think about something else. Anything else.”

Her eyes clouded and she looked away as a waiter leaned over her, filling her glass with merlot. By the time the waiter moved on, Maddie’s gaze was clear and her voice bright. “It just so happens I’m an expert at lateral thinking.”

Connor sure hoped so. Tonight Maddie was going to be asked to think outside the box. Far outside the box. To put all her usual expectations and moral codes on hold and view the world differently. Would she be able to do it? Would she want to?

Gabe seemed to think so.

Connor hoped so. “Two men walk into a bar. They each order a scotch on the rocks. The one downs his drink and goes off to play darts. The other plays a game of darts first, and then sips his drink slowly. Five minutes later, he’s dead.”