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At least he thought it was Heather. Maybe Cain had brought
up the idea.

Maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe he should just get this done.
Cain would leave him alone. Heather would go home and Paxson could move on.
That sounded good.

Except—

“You’re not okay.” There was no question in Cain’s words.

“No. I am. I just want to get this over with.”

Cain laughed. “Oh, babe, that’s not the way to look at it.
It will be fun.” His hand left Paxson’s hip and slipped up his bare chest, those
hard fingertips skimming across Pax’s nipples. “It’s supposed to be fun. We
won’t do anything that will freak you out.”

“Too late.”

Cain looked at his own hand, splayed wide on Paxson’s chest.
“Too much?”

“Uh—”

“Come on.” Another brush across his nipple. A tiny zing
flowed into his cock. “Don’t tell me that doesn’t feel good.”

Paxson didn’t open his mouth because he couldn’t tell Cain
that.

He glanced over his shoulder.

“No one is looking,” Cain assured him, sliding one hand down
to snag the top of Pax’s trousers.

Heat raced into his groin and his fingernails dug into the
walls and fuck, he hoped Cain was right.

“Even if they are, they can’t see anything.” Cain leaned
forward until his forehead pressed against Paxson’s lowered brow. “You know I
love you, man, right?” There was nothing romantic in his friend’s tone. It
sounded, well, like a guy telling another guy. Cain had said it before but he’d
usually been drunk at the time. “I would never do anything to hurt you.”

Paxson nodded. He believed that. If nothing else, he could
believe that.

“But I think that you and Heather would be incredible and
damn, all three of us? That would make for one wild, wicked night.”

Cain tipped his head back and met Paxson with a serious
stare. “But if you want me to leave, I will. You and Heather can spend the
night—party, have fun. I give you complete permission for whatever the night
brings.”

“But why? You like her. I know you do.”

“Yeah.” Cain shrugged but Paxson wasn’t buying it.

“No, you like her more than your two-week tramps.” That’s
about how long Cain’s women lasted before the guy was ready to move on.

“I do but I’m looking at the universal good.”

Paxson laughed. Truly? Could there be any other response?

“The universal good?”

“Yes.”

“It’s in the universe’s best interest if I sleep with
Heather.” He didn’t even bother to phrase it as a question.

“I believe so.” Cain looked almost bland as he made the
pronouncement.

Then Cain’s hand slipped off the waistband of Pax’s trousers
and moved down, sliding over the fly, his palm cupping Paxson’s cock.

“I think it would be in your best interest as well.”

The fingers encasing his cock tightened for just a moment
and Pax hissed in a breath—not because Cain squeezed too tight but because it
felt so damn good.

“I can just imagine how she’ll scream when you shove this
monster into her cunt.”

Pax couldn’t stop his hips from rocking forward, pumping his
cock deeper into Cain’s hand.

“Nice. Think about it.” Cain’s voice hummed through his
head. “Think about that tight, slick pussy, taking your hard—”

Movement flickered at the edge of his vision and Paxson
jerked back, instinct pulling him away. He snapped his head to the side.
Heather stood there, two tumblers gripped firmly in her hands, her eyes wide,
lips open.

“Sorry to interrupt.” Her arms straightened and she shoved
the glasses toward them.

Pax took the one pointed at him. “You didn’t get any for
yourself?”

Heather grimaced then grinned. “I downed mine at the bar.”

Cain reached out, tapped his glass against Paxson’s then
tossed back the clear liquid. Pax hesitated for one heartbeat then did the
same. The tequila burned his throat but he savored the brutal sensation,
needing it to regain his center.

He lowered the glass and Cain snatched it out of his hand.
“I’ll return these and let you two chat for a bit.”

Cain winked at him then looked at Heather and damn, if
Paxson wasn’t sure Cain had winked at her too.

Heather stepped forward, her fingers fussing with the lower
edge of her corset. It so didn’t look like Heather. Every time he’d met her,
she’d been bold, assertive. Ready to take him on.

Now, she looked almost shy.

The insecurity lasted only a moment and the strong female
attitude returned. She tossed her head back and met his stare, her gaze sexy,
daring. Challenging.

“So.” Her chin rose a fraction of an inch higher. “You
walked away last night. Are you going to do that again?”

The words locked in his throat as his gaze did another slow
scan of her body.

“I don’t know,” he whispered. Finally, he dragged his stare
up and met hers. “I’m not like Cain.”

“What? You’re not a slut?”

His first reaction was to defend his friend but she said it
with such a spark in her eye, Paxson couldn’t stop his smile. “Not much of one,
no.”

“Well…” She placed her hand on his chest, her fingers
tapping against his nipple, matching where Cain had touched. The fluttering
caress seemed to have a direct line to his cock. She smiled up at him. “We’ll
just have some fun and see where the night goes.”

The night was going to go right to hell if she didn’t stop
touching him like that but he couldn’t bring himself to remove her hand. For a
few moments, he thought she was doing it unconsciously, but then he noticed a
faint pattern developing. She would tease his nipple, then brush her fingers
across his pec, then return, another whispered caress.

“People really get into this,” she murmured, glancing at the
crowd. The volume level had doubled in the short time he’d been there. He knew
from experience the party could get wild and a little weird.

He tried to focus on her words. “What about you?” he asked.

“What? Do I like a big party? Or am I into all the leather?”

“Both. Either.”

“I like a good party. The leather—” She shrugged, her
breasts rising with the movement. The corset did not and he swore he could see
the rosy pink of one nipple. “Not really my thing.”

“No.” He was only vaguely aware of responding. He shifted,
turning, his eyes still locked on her chest. He realized he’d trapped her
against the wall but the soft glow in her eyes and the way she licked her lips
told him she didn’t mind.

The hand on his chest slid down, fingers tripping across his
stomach. He tightened his abs, wanting her to see him at his best.

In those shoes, she stood almost as tall as him so he didn’t
have to bend much to lean in and place a kiss on her bare shoulder. She tipped
her head, giving him space.

Unable to resist touching, he rested his hands on her waist.
The thick material of the corset made it impossible to feel much except the
curve of her hips.

“How hard is it to get you out of that thing?” he asked, his
lips brushing her skin.

He felt her smile against his cheek. “Not hard at all. A
couple of snaps and poof, I’m topless.”

“And I know I can get that—” He scoffed. “
Skirt
off
you in a matter of seconds.”

She tilted her head until she met his eyes. “Wanna try?”

The hint of challenge, the boldness—damn, not something he
ever would have expected to find fascinating—just about made him come in his
pants. Fuck, she was sexy.

Her question disappeared into the ether as he tightened his
hands around her waist and lifted her, drawing her up those last few inches
until their lips met. He told himself to go slow but at the first touch of her
mouth, the desire to overwhelm her consumed him. He drove his tongue between
her lips. His hands slid down, beneath that weak excuse for a skirt and cupped
her backside. Her ass fit perfectly in his palms.

A sweet moan filled his mouth as he gripped her and pulled
her close. Heather moved into him, seeming to trust his strength as he picked
her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist.

The kisses went on—an on—until his brain started to spin.

Paxson yanked his head away and stared down at the
beautiful, sexual woman in his arms. Her chest rose and fell in fast, harsh
breaths that matched his own.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Except for the fact that my cock is about to tear through
these stupid leather pants to get to you, yeah.”

“I think the pants are sexy,” she said. At least he thought
that’s what she said. As she spoke, she rolled her hips in a circle, rubbing
her wet cunt over the hard line of his dick and he pretty much lost the ability
to process language.

He grabbed the back of her head with one hand, keeping a
firm grip on her ass with the other, and pulled her mouth back to his. He had
to taste her. Had to be inside her in some way.

She moaned and her fingernails dug into his shoulders. The
tiny bites helped keep him from coming with a few short thrusts against her
pussy.

The rest of the room disappeared. All that mattered was this
woman—the heat of her body, the sexy press of her breasts and that corset
against his bare chest.

Needing to go deeper, needing to be inside her, he ground
his hips against her barely covered pussy, her heat flowing through the leather
trousers he wore. It would be so easy to pull that little scrap of material to
the side, yank down his zipper and he could be inside her.

Except he was the head of security and it would be an
amazingly bad idea.

But he couldn’t pull away. His hips rocked forward and she
moaned in his ear, her heels digging into his lower back.

Fuck, he could have done this last night if he hadn’t left.
The memory snapped into his mind and he had to know the truth.

He lifted his head and met her eyes. She blinked and looked
at him like he was a little out of focus. He gave her a moment for her eyes to
clear, wanting a straight, reasonably coherent answer to his question. After a
second, she blinked again and peered at him.

He could tell she was listening.

“Be honest—it won’t stop me from fucking you tonight if
that’s what you really want—but are you doing this just because your cursed
wedding dress told you to?”

It sounded crazy when he said it but hell, it
was
a
little insane. Still, Heather seemed to believe it.

The right corner of her mouth pulled up in a little smile.
“That’s not exactly how it works and no, not really.” He started to pull back
but her nails dug into his bare shoulders, holding him in place. “That’s how it
started out but, I really want this. I mean, I’ve thought you were gorgeous
since the beginning, but then I got together with Cain and it really is tacky
to try to seduce a man’s best friend.”

“But you still want Cain?”

Her legs unlocked from around his waist and she slid down,
standing once again on her own feet. Pax crushed the sigh that threatened. He’d
totally killed the mood. Damn it, why couldn’t he just go with the flow? Cain
was going to come back, pissed.

“Yes.”

“And you really want to go to bed with both of us? At the
same time?”

The little quirk of a smile pulled up into a full-fledged
grin. “Are you kidding? This is every woman’s fantasy.”

It was Paxson’s turn to blush.

“Seriously. You and Cain? Fun and flirty combined with dark
and brooding?” The twinkle in her eye dimmed just a little. Heather pressed up
on those insanely high heels and placed a kiss on his lips. “But we won’t do
anything you don’t want or be pissed if you say no.”

He’d been a cop and in security for a lot of years. He could
tell when someone was lying. He’d gotten in trouble more often than not because
when arrested, many people saw the error of their ways and he’d believed them
when they said they wanted to change. It was only out in the real world that
they fell back into old habits.

Looking at Heather, he believed she was sincere. If he said
no, she’d back off.

Fuck, was he actually considering this? Given the way his
cock was digging into the zipper of these stupid leather pants, yeah, he was.

Pax shrugged.

“Okay.”

Chapter Eight

Dear Diary,

I’ve often wondered about being with two men at the same
time. Is it really as good as I read about? Some day, I’m going to have to
explore this more.

Heather’s head rose slowly, not sure she could trust her
ears. Did he mean “okay” he was willing to do this? Or “okay” she could just
give up and try to find an indestructible wardrobe?

“What does that mean?” she asked. Her body hummed with a
wicked mix of arousal and trepidation. She wanted Paxson and Cain, but she
didn’t want either of them to regret it in the morning.

Moments ago, Pax had had her pressed against the wall,
practically making her come, but then he’d pulled back, given them both time to
think and now—damn, sometimes she hated being a responsible adult.

“It means, okay, I’ll do this.”

The edges of her eyes tightened down. “Don’t sound so
enthused.”

It was Paxson’s turn to smile. He slid his hand down her
back and grabbed her ass, pulling her forward, lifting her to her tiptoes and
rubbing his hard cock against the vee at the top of her thighs. A wicked shiver
zipped into her pussy.

“Does this feel like I’m not enthused?”

She shook her head, sure that if she opened her mouth, an
embarrassing squeak would escape.

“Good. Glad that’s settled.”

Heather jumped, though truly, she couldn’t go far, not with
Paxson holding her against his erection. She glared over at Cain who’d appeared
by their sides.

“You’re back.”

“I’ve been back, but you two looked so hot dry humping
against the wall, I decided to join the crowd and watch for a bit.”

Crowd?
Heather glanced around. There wasn’t a crowd
now, but that didn’t mean people hadn’t been watching. She’d never been overly
shy but damn, she hoped no video of her and Paxson ended up on the web.

“Maybe we should go.” She wiggled a little, silently telling
Pax to let her go. He held on for one more second then slid his hand away,
brushing his fingers across the tops of her thighs, just below the curve of her
butt. She gasped and glared at Paxson.

A wickedness she hadn’t been expecting appeared in his eyes
and she had a feeling she was in major trouble tonight.

“Let’s go,” Cain said, grabbing her hand. “Before I have to
call security on you two.”

Cain led the way, pulling Heather behind him. Paxson
followed more slowly, definitely looking like the in-control-Dom following his
two eager subs.

The image made her pussy tingle and Heather gripped Cain’s
fingers tighter.

They left the crowded ballroom and walked down the wide
hallway to the elevators.

But in the safety of the ballroom, they were dressed like
everyone else. Here, they mixed with everyday people on vacation and Heather
began to realize just how short her skirt was. Suddenly, very aware that her
panties were showing, she moved close to Cain. Paxson came up behind her.

The elevator door opened and they walked on. Only one other
person followed them into the car and he got off two floors later.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Cain turned and
pushed Heather into the corner, pressing his knee between her thighs, sliding
his hand up her waist and cupping her breast through the lifted bra.

“Cain.” Paxson’s voice rumbled with warning. “There are
cameras in these elevators.”

“I know, so get over here and block them. I want to feel how
wet she is.”

Heather gasped—from the shock of his words and the brush of
his fingers along the inside of her thigh. For a moment, she thought Paxson was
going to refuse but he glanced up toward the corner then moved close, turning
his back to her and blocking her from anyone’s sight. Between him and Cain, she
was completely enclosed.

Cain wasted no time. He slid his fingers beneath the panel
of her underwear and dipped into her slit. The delicate touch sent a shock into
her pussy.

“Well?” Paxson demanded.

“She’s soaking wet.”

Paxson had his back to her but she could see the tension
invade his muscles.

“She’s definitely ready to be fucked,” Cain murmured as the
elevator came to a stop and the doors opened.

Cain slipped his hand away and grabbed hers, leading her
down the hall to her room. She stumbled but Paxson was there to catch her.

“Heels a bit much?” he drawled.

She shook her head. “Nope. Knees are weak.”

Cain held out his hand at the door, taking her card key and
letting them into the room. It wasn’t nearly as tidy as it could have been.
She’d tried a dozen different versions of this outfit until Cain finally
approved of this one.

But, based on the heat pouring from Cain’s and Paxson’s
eyes…they weren’t going to notice the room.

Cain moved in, pressing her up against the wall and covering
her mouth in a kiss, his tongue teasing her lips before plunging inside. The
familiar weight of his body made her pussy clench. She knew from experience, he
would feel so good inside her.

So would Paxson. Even as she thought his name, Cain raised
his head and looked at his friend.

A moment passed. Was Paxson going to go through with it? She
didn’t want to stress him out completely. Even as the first thought to call it
off came to mind, Paxson stepped forward. He slid in beside Cain and kissed
her. She gasped as now four strong hands roamed across her body.

Cain’s clever fingers stripped off the corset. Air swirled
across her already sensitive nipples but the freedom didn’t last long. Paxson
immediately took one breast in his hand, his thumb flicking over the tight
peak.

His mouth moved away, but Cain’s was there to take his
place. The two of them worked together. One always touching, never leaving her
for long. The hand on her breast disappeared and she felt the zipper of her
tiny skirt open. The scrap of leather fell to the ground.

The captivating kisses kept her off balance as her scarlet
panties disappeared and hot fingers slid between her thighs. She cried out and
arched her back, trying to get more. Heat swelled in her pussy and she pumped
her hips against the thick digits invading her cunt.

“Damn, she’s amazing,” Paxson muttered, his eyes locked on
his fingers fucking in and out of her passage.

Cain nodded. He placed another intoxicating kiss on her
lips, then stepped back. The loss of his warmth shocked her but how could she
protest when he moved back to strip off his leather shorts? Straightening, he
kicked off the sandals, leaving him standing there in nothing but the leather
collar. His cock stood out, long and hard, so ready to fuck. He reached up and
pulled his hair out of the ponytail holder, letting the thick black strands
fall around his chest.

He looked like a warrior.

Breath caught in Heather’s throat. The sound must have
grabbed Paxson’s attention because he looked up and followed the direction of
her gaze. He gulped and tension rippled through his body. Cain had warned her
that Paxson might freak out about the whole two-guys thing.

But she didn’t want to lose either of her lovers.

She reached up and wrapped her hand around the back of
Paxson’s neck, pulling him down until his eyes met hers.

“What about you?”

He blinked and shook his head like he was trying to clear an
image. “I’m sorry. What?”

“What about you?” She tapped the top of his leather pants
then stroked one fingernail across his lower abs, skimming the red-painted nail
along the waistband. “Isn’t it time to see what’s inside these?” She licked her
lips, hoping to give him some incentive and damn, because she really wanted to
know what was inside.

Based on all outward signs, he was nice and thick but she
knew enough not to believe anything sight unseen.

Cain slipped up beside her, his hand around her waist. “I’ll
keep her company while you get out of those.” There was just a hint of laughter
in Cain’s voice and Heather glared at him, not wanting him to break the mood.
Pax was on the edge and she didn’t want to send him running. Screw what the
dress was doing to her clothes. She wanted Pax. Wanted this.

Paxson took a step back. Heather watched. She wasn’t going
to miss this reveal.

Cain shifted, moving behind her, wrapping his arms around
her and skimming his hands across her skin. He seemed to be settling in for the
show as well.

A baleful stare toward Cain and Paxson reached for the
button of his pants. He undid the zipper but kept his hand in place, not
letting them see his cock.

“Oh, that’s just mean,” Cain whispered in her ear. Heather
pressed her lips together to crush the giggle. She didn’t want anything
distracting Pax from his unconscious striptease.

His mechanical movements warned that he wasn’t seeing the
sexy side of this. He pushed down the trousers, struggling to get them over his
ass. The leather had obviously warmed up a bit since he’d pulled it on.

Frustration built on Paxson’s face. Heather watched, trying
to decide if she should jump in and help. But just as she started to move
forward, the material released his heated skin and he shoved the leather down
to his knees. He went with it, bending over, once again hiding his cock.

The first time, it was cute. The second time, Heather
started to get concerned. Did Paxson have a little cock? She told herself it
would be okay if he did. She had no doubt she’d still find incredible pleasure.

The worse idea was…what if Pax was no longer hard? What if
the idea of going to bed with her and Cain had made his cock go limp?
That
would
be bad.

Heather watched. His tight ass contracted as he bent over.
She’d known he would be gorgeous—just seeing him in clothes had told her
that—but all those hard, strong muscles just called to her fingers.

Cain’s hands tightened on her hips and he pumped his cock
against her ass, letting her know he was enjoying the sight as well.

Finally, Pax straightened but when he did, he held the
leather trousers in his hand, covering his groin.

Red painted his cheeks and Heather understood what was going
on. Paxson was embarrassed. Somehow she knew he wasn’t the kind of guy who
stripped and just walked through the locker room flashing his bits and pieces
to any and all.

She snagged her lower lip between her teeth and stepped
forward, letting her hips swing just a little, capturing his gaze. She curled
her fingers around the leather pants and pulled. For a second, he resisted but
then he released it.

She didn’t look down, didn’t want him to think the size of
his cock was all she cared about, though at this point…she was really curious.

Paxson shrugged and that seemed to be the sign that she
could move. She dropped the leather trousers beside her and looked down.

“Oh my.” His shyness certainly wasn’t because he wasn’t
hard. His cock was thick and long and standing clear from his body. He wasn’t
freakishly huge but dang, he was big, nice and hard. She curled her fingers
into fists to stop from reaching out and stroking the smooth flesh.

“Damn.” Cain’s vocal assessment snapped her out of her
thoughts. “I’ve seen you in the locker room hundreds of times and I’ve never
seen this.”

The edges of Paxson’s eyes squinted down. “Because she’s not
in there.”

“I’m just sayin’ that we’ve been friends for years, I
thought I would know that you had a—”

Pax held up his hand. “Don’t say it.” He shook his head.
“Whatever it is, don’t say it.” He grimaced and Heather could tell his nerves
were returning. He propped his hands on his hips. “So, how does this work?”

The demanding tone made her smile. She flipped her hair
back, more for a distraction than because it was in her way.

“Why don’t we move to the bed?” She grabbed Paxson’s hand
and led him the few steps toward the massive king mattress. She glanced over
her shoulder to make sure Cain was following. He was, though his eyes seemed to
be focused on Paxson’s butt.

Well, he’d said he was an ass man.

She stopped at the edge of the bed, grabbed the blankets and
pulled them away, leaving just the sheets. She stepped back, giving Paxson
space to move closer. He shifted around to face her, putting the backs of his
knees against the mattress and falling in perfectly with her plan.

With one little push, he tipped backward. A smile curved his
lips as he collapsed on the bed. She followed him down, straddling his hips. He
immediately reached out and grabbed her, pulling her to him, trying to roll her
beneath him.

As much as she loved the idea, the need to push Paxson a
little, to make sure this was a night he’d never forget, was more important.
She wiggled back, sliding out of his embrace.

“Wha—?”

“Nope.” She shook her head. “You’re not in charge tonight.”

He peeked out the corner of his eyes to Cain then back at
her. “But you two were dressed as the slaves.”

“Submissives,” Cain corrected. He went to the other side of
the mattress and climbed on.

As if going to bed with two people was something he did
every day, he stretched out on the mattress beside them. “The word is
submissives and haven’t you heard? Submissives are really the ones in charge.”

“Yes,” Heather said, joining in. “Let us take care of
everything—kissing you, touching you…fucking you.” His cock twitched against
her thigh.

Heather grinned even as a grimace crossed Paxson’s lips.

“I’m not sure I can do this.”

The hard shaft between his legs told a different story.

“We’ll make it easy on you.” Cain reached behind him and
held up the gold glittery top she’d been wearing last night. It was ruined
after both strings had snapped. Cain leaned over and slid the shiny material
through one of the slats on the fake headboard. “Grab both ends of that.”

Paxson looked at both of them before he stretched his arms
over his head and took the pieces of material in each hand.