Mind (Naughty Wishes #3) (17 page)

“Chris . . .”

Chris’s arm banded around his chest, body linked close. “I’m here, man. It’s all right. Ride the wave with me. You feel so good.”

Simple words. Poetry. Chris chose that moment to be more demanding, the best tactic possible. Geoff’s fingers dug into the mattress as Chris thrust, pelvis smacking against Geoff’s ass. His balls drew up, his cock leaking pre-come. Chris
moved them back with his easy strength, putting Geoff’s feet on the floor, body bent over the bed so Chris could have more leverage without driving him face-first into the mattress. A courtesy Geoff would remember next time he was belting his ass, which would be soon. This was so much, he wanted to take and control, demand. He wanted to jack off over Chris’s ass, use his seed to lubricate his tight hole and drive into him, again and again. Take him, hold him, keep him, never let him go . . .

Chris’s arm circled Geoff’s chest again. With his rough cheek pressed between Geoff’s shoulder blades, against the damp skin on his back, Geoff let go, grunting as the orgasm came up hard and fast, making him spill himself on the bedding, against his chest, his abdomen. Chris pounded even deeper then, giving Geoff some pain with the pleasure, but he embraced all of it.

“Come for me,” he demanded hoarsely. “You big bastard. Come for me.”

Come for your Master.
It was on the tip of his tongue. In every cell he felt Chris was as much his as Sam. But he wouldn’t say it. Not until Chris did, and he might not ever. But that was okay, because even if he never felt comfortable acknowledging it, Geoff knew Chris was his.

Chris released then with a deep groan, followed by a series of grunts as he thrust, thrust, and one more time, harder and deeper. He held there, deep in Geoff’s ass. He was breathing hard, holding on to Geoff, trying to keep his feet. Geoff could feel the quiver against his own less-than-steady ones.

They made it back on to the bed together, Chris still mostly inside of him because he wasn’t ready to come unlinked. Geoff wasn’t, either. Chris curled up behind him, back to shoulder blades, hips cradling Geoff’s ass, their legs tangled and pressed together. His breath was on Geoff’s neck. When his hand slid over Geoff’s hip to caress his cock and cradle his balls, Geoff adjusted his legs to let him do it, staring down at Chris’s hand touching him, stroking him. Having just come, things were sensitive, so he quivered under his hold, but he didn’t ask him to stop. Instead, when Chris finally let go and slid his hand up Geoff’s abdomen, Geoff captured his fingers, so their hands were a tight knot on his chest. A tether of sorts, but he couldn’t say which of them held which end. The point was they were both holding it.

“You okay?” Chris muttered.

Geoff nodded. Even in the hottest part of the past few moments, Chris would have felt that emotional struggle inside him, would understand it without Geoff having to talk about it. But Geoff would say it anyway. For Chris. And maybe for himself, too.

“I just realized what it means to have a home,” he said quietly. “I knew you and Sam were my family, in all the ways that counted, but I hadn’t thought about you also being my home.”

Chris’s fingers tightened on him. “Dumb lawyer,” he murmured. “I’ve always known you’re home when you’re with
me and Sam. It’s the only place you really relax.”

Geoff turned his head, Chris’s lips sliding over his neck. Chris sighed, his even breath telling Geoff he was dozing. It sounded like a good idea, falling asleep with a friend. With family. With almost everything that meant home.

All they were missing was Sam, but somehow she was here, because she belonged with them. That was a tether, too, one that was felt even when she wasn’t physically present. Geoff shut his eyes, imagining what might happen when she was, and how it would feel to be with Chris, with her, with both of them. For real at last. God bless a pushy sub. He’d have to tell Sam that sometime. While they were punishing her for it, of course.

His lips had a light smile on them as he drifted off.

* * *

Sam closed the passenger door and came around to Flo’s side of the car. “Here’s some money for gas,” she said, passing it through the open window. Her fingers were shaking, just a little bit, but Flo noticed. Her hand closed over Sam’s briefly, a firm caress. Jena and Carly, their other two coworkers, were still in the backseat, so Flo wouldn’t say anything, but her eyes gleamed. “See you Monday. If you can walk.”

Sam made a face at her, but as she turned toward the house, she confirmed that Chris’s truck and Geoff’s car were there. Normally, if they were both home when she came back from a trip, all it meant was they’d fill each other in on everything that had happened during the absence. Then they’d go about their normal day. Chris maybe reading a plant book, or Geoff inviting her to watch a movie with him or go for a run. Or the three of them deciding what they’d be having for dinner.

It was just past dark, which increased her anticipation. Trying to rein it in, she reminded herself their phone sex talk of the other night could have been just that. Even so, she’d done as Geoff had commanded. There were no panties under her dress, a silky tunic with a leafy print pattern in multiple greens and grays. The midthigh-length hem had given her some heart palpitations when they’d stopped for a restroom break and the wind had flirted precariously with the hem. Usually she’d be wearing leggings under the thin cloth, but not today.

The deep neckline showed the pretty lace edges of her push-up bra, so her breasts were round and full over it, ready to be noticed. She thought of Chris’s lips on her nipple, Geoff’s hands sliding over her bare ass, and her pace toward the door quickened.
Easy, girl.
They could be watching TV, sleeping, taking a shower. They hadn’t known exactly when she’d be home. She’d been tempted to text them updates every quarter hour, but she’d felt a little shy about it. She didn’t want to presume too much.

The kitchen door was unlocked, and she slid into semidarkness. A lamp was on in the living room, though no one was
on the couch. Could they both be in their rooms?

“Chris? Geoff?”

A hand closed over hers as she reached for the light, and she yelped, but panic was fleeting, because she’d know that touch anywhere. “Chris,” she breathed.

His hands were sliding up under the hem of the dress, and then one was between her legs, his other arm banding across her shoulders in front, holding her back against him as he explored and stroked, made her gasp. “She’s wet, all right,” he growled.

“She’s been thinking about what we’ll do to her.”

Before her glazed eyes, Geoff came out of the shadows, his gaze filled with such fire, his face so taut, the reflection of the living room light made him seem deliciously demonic. He took in the tunic dress at a glance.

“Hope you paid attention to what we told you,” he said, a second before he laid his hands on the vee neck and ripped the dress down the front with a decisive strength that stole all of it from her legs and made her heart hammer up into her throat. He reached around her to unhook the bra and strip it away. He yanked the dress off her, leaving her naked except for her sandals. As Chris lifted her off her feet, Geoff got rid of those. Now she was all naked, while they remained clothed. Her Master surveyed her with a leisurely lust that made her want to moan, especially as he cupped her breasts, thumbed an erect nipple.

“I think we should invest in some tint film for the windows. We’ll get her a pretty collar so she’ll know when she wears it in the house, she’s not supposed to wear anything else. What do you think of that, Sam? Are you ready for how demanding we can be? Is that the kind of thing you’d want?”

“I . . . I can’t think . . .”

“She can’t think, Chris,” Geoff said casually. “Help her with that. I’m going to fuck her ass.”

She was flipped around in Chris’s arms. His mouth came down on hers, demanding and hot. She melted in his grasp, but he pulled back, far too soon. His eyes burned into hers. “Are you ready for everything we want to do to you?” he said.

God help me.
“No,” she whispered. Lifting her hands, she gripped the front of his shirt with desperate need. “But do it anyway.”

Look for the conclusion of Naughty Wishes in Part IV: Soul, available from InterMix April 2016, and keep reading for a special preview.

They’d left the lights off in the kitchen, creating an erotic dreamworld, moonlight streaming in through the kitchen window, the firm heat of their bodies and the rasp of their breath filling her senses. Geoff’s hands were on her buttocks, parting them, his intent to take her there clear. Chris opened his own pants before lifting her with his incredible strength to accommodate both men’s desires.
Oh God . . .
They’d demanded to know if she was ready for everything they wanted, and they were just taking over, moving as decisively as she’d ever seen them, an irresistible force.

Geoff slid into her ass, his cock well lubricated. Her muscles released for him, drawing him in, the friction and his size bringing her a pleasurable discomfort. Chris eased it by stroking and probing her wetness in front. She moaned, head dropping back on Geoff’s shoulder. When Chris pushed into her, the sound became a harsh plea. They were both filling her up, so tight, so big. “God . . .”

“We missed you,” Geoff whispered against her ear. “You’re not going to wear a stitch of clothes until Monday, because one or both of us is going to be inside you, going down on you or kissing you until then. What do you think of that, Sam? Do you belong to us? Are you completely ours?”

“Yes. Yes . . .” Her voice trailed off in another moan as Chris pushed deep, withdrew and thrust again, his gaze on her face, his hands gripping her ass, keeping her spread for Geoff’s penetration as Chris worked her on his cock. When Geoff pushed in deeper, it brought them in even closer proximity. They were inside her so profoundly all she could do was cry out her need for more.

As if the two men had the ability to speak in each other’s minds, they came to a halt, watching her helpless writhing with avid eyes.

“Should have had her wear the red dress she wore to that dance club and torn it off her.” Chris grunted. “Reminding her not to wear that for anyone but us.”

“This way she can still wear it for us, because it’s not torn,” Geoff pointed out reasonably. She would have laughed if she weren’t spiraling up so high and fast.

“Geoff . . . Chris . . . I missed you . . .”

In answer, Chris’s mouth was back on hers, exploring and tangling with her tongue, as Geoff’s teeth closed over her shoulder, a sharp stimulant that had her arching up, everything below the waist throbbing.

“Come now,” Geoff commanded. Usually she had to concentrate to come. Now she was ready to leave the runway with no direction from her brain at all. Her body spasmed in joyful obedience. Chris changed the angle of his thrusts. With him doing that and Geoff working inside her ass, it was like being shot out of a cannon, a pure rush of thrilling adrenaline. The climax seized her, her response punctuated by a high-pitched scream. They followed her over that edge almost as quickly,
pushing against her with demanding male strength, flexing, thrusting bodies, heated breath. The grunts of release, their combined scents filling her senses, made all of it even more overpowering.

Oh God . . .
She realized she was mumbling it when Geoff chuckled softly in her ear, brushing a kiss along her jaw.

“I assume you mean me.”

She coughed over a laugh, but Chris spoke before she could. “Just because you think you’re God doesn’t make it so.”

“I don’t think I’m God. I just want
her
to think it.”

She sputtered over another chuckle. Chris bent to kiss her mouth again as Geoff sampled her neck, her shoulder, turning her laughter into a long, wistful sigh. “I thank God—the actual, separate force of nature—for both of you,” she said when she could form words.

She’d hoped Geoff and Chris would figure out things with each other so that the three of them could take things to a more integrated level. She hadn’t recognized the impact that would have on her directly. The two of them were so in sync on a normal day, this was like a full mind meld. They’d sure as hell come to an accord in her absence, and she’d received a ravishing like she’d only read about in romances. She might need to increase her vitamins. Do lots more yoga stretches.

They withdrew from her body, but they didn’t let her go. Instead, after adjusting his clothes, Geoff sank down on the kitchen floor, his back braced against the cabinet, keeping her between his legs. Chris stretched out in front of her on his hip. He laid his head on her breast, nuzzling and playing with her nipple with tongue and lips, keeping her shuddering.

Her fingers trailed down Geoff’s denim-clad thigh, up to his knee, down to his shin. She had her other hand on Chris’s hair, stroking gently. Her heart was thudding back to a normal rate, though as she looked toward her tattered dress and thought about how they’d greeted her, it skipped a couple of beats. The memory would keep her aroused for the next several months. That perpetual state would likely come in handy.

Geoff overlapped her hand on Chris’s head so they were touching him together. She had to clear her voice again so it came out as less of a rasp. “Can I ask a favor?”

“This wasn’t favor enough?” Geoff asked. “Greedy girl.”

He jumped as she clamped her fingers around the ticklish spot on his knee. “Hey, quit it.” He grabbed her wrist, pulled it back to him. “You want to play it that way? You’re helpless here—you know it.”

“No, no . . .” She squealed and squirmed as he feathered his fingers under her armpit, tickling her mercilessly. “Stop, I’m sorry . . . Mercy . . .”

“Master,” he growled in her ear. “I’m sorry,
Master
.”

“I’m sorry, Master,” she wailed, still shrieking. He stopped and put his mouth to her neck, biting hard enough she was sure he left teeth marks in her tender skin. She drew in a humming breath. Chris, unperturbed by their antics, captured both breasts in his large hands, so he could suckle and play with them with more focused intent. “Oh . . . I may not survive this . . .”

Geoff smiled against her throat. “We’ll take care of you,” he promised. “Bring you back to life. Again and again . . . and again.”

“Okay,” she said faintly. Chris lifted his head. She put both her hands on his face, cradling it, molding her fingers over his jaw. “I’m so happy,” she said. “And you look happy, too.”

He smiled. “Geoff doesn’t look happy?”

She sniffed over the tickling. “I’m less concerned about his happiness.”

“Ouch.” Geoff chuckled but banded an arm around her chest. She reveled in his strength as he held her close. “What was the favor, brat?”

“I’d like to see you kiss each other,” she said. At his lifted brow, she flushed a little. “It’s sort of a fantasy of mine. I’ve been wanting to see you kiss Chris for a long time. I just wasn’t sure until now if it worked for you two.”

“How can you tell it does now?”

She shot him a
Duh
look. “Seriously?”

She’d seen it not only in their easy synchronization since she’d crossed the threshold, but in whatever unspoken message passed between them right now. It was overwhelming, seeing the chemistry of deep friendship, their intuitive knowledge of each other, taken to the level of sexual intimacy. She couldn’t help wishing that she’d left up webcams everywhere so she could watch firsthand what had happened during her absence. But a kiss would help her imaginings considerably.

Reaching over her, Geoff grabbed Chris’s head and brought him up to his level to plant an exaggerated kiss on his forehead. She pushed at him, sighing in mock exasperation, but Geoff wrapped her hair around his hand and held her fast.

“Ask nicely, Samantha Beth. Then maybe we’ll give you what you want.”

She swallowed, staring into his steady gaze. She didn’t know how he switched into that Dom mode so effectively, but she added it to her list of things she was thankful for. “Please, sir. Sirs. I’d like to see you kiss each other.”

Geoff kept her locked in place but turned his head toward Chris. Sam held her breath as Chris moved onto his knees.
His eyes were on Geoff’s, but as he leaned in, his attention slid down to Sam. She closed her eyes as Chris cradled her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Slow, lingering, a quiet blessing. Geoff’s firm grip on her hair constricted as Chris moved to her mouth, tasting it slow, deep, but keeping it gentle, an act of love. He raised his head, and there was a burning fire in his eyes that reflected what she was sure was kindling in his heart.

She’d yearned for this moment, this complete connection among all of them, but she hadn’t been alone in that desire.

Chris leaned over her. As Geoff relaxed his hold, she dropped her head back on his shoulder, surprised to see Chris do to him the same as he’d done for her. Touching Geoff’s face, he straightened to press a kiss on Geoff’s forehead. He wasn’t teasing her like Geoff had been. He was sending them both a message, acknowledging this was truly the starting gate. It was a benediction for the journey ahead.