“Fuck me,” Nadia says, bringing us back into the moment. “Fuck me,” she says again.
And even though Jordan and I both know she’s trying to take control of this game, we don’t care. He grabs her hands, pulls her up off the desk. I lie down on the hard wood, my legs dangling over the side, just in time for him to pick her up and set her on my lap, facing him. He reaches into his pocket, pulls something out, and tosses it to me.
Lube.
I grin at him and he grins back.
He’s no Quin, but he’s getting closer.
I flip the cap, squeeze the slick gel over Nadia’s ass as she lifts her hips up. A few seconds later she’s moaning loud as I enter her. She sits down, letting me fill her deep, and then Jordan is back, pushing her legs up to her face. I grab her ankles again, make her an offering, and he slides in.
“Fuck,” we both say at the same time.
This is why we do the threesomes. Double penetration is the most sensual feeling in the whole world. For us, and her. Jordan’s dick is sliding past mine as we fuck her, finding our own rhythms until his becomes mine, and we are in sync. I pull out as he pushes in. He pulls out as I push in.
Perfection.
“Choke me,” Nadia says, panting out the words. “Choke me,” she repeats. “Now.”
“Choke her,” I say, looking at Jordan’s slack face and heavy eyes. “She wants you to choke her.”
He growls as he reaches for her throat, his hand perfectly placed, his thumb and fingers squeezing the firm muscle of her jaw. She gasps because he’s squeezing tight, I can tell. But he’s doing it right and she won’t pass out.
She doesn’t want to pass out anyway. She just wants to come.
And we want her to come. Over and over again as we fuck her together.
I reach down between her legs and strum her clit, making her body writhe with pleasure, and then she stills. Goes stiff for half a second as her orgasm takes over.
And then Jordan lets go of her throat and she screams. Her pussy and ass contract at the same time, squeezing our cocks until Jordan and I are both moaning with her.
“Fuck, yeah,” I say, just as Jordan pulls her off me. He holds her tight and this is a move I know well. We’ve done it before. Downstairs in the Club. He’s watched me with Quin. He knows what to do.
I sit on the edge of the desk as Jordan fucks Nadia standing up. He’s holding her up with his palms spread wide across her ass cheeks. He kisses her as he places her in my lap. My dick sliding up against Jordan’s. And then we’re both inside her.
This time it feels way too good to hold back. Jordan comes first. His mouth finding mine as he kisses me. His hand in my hair again. Gripping me. Pulling me into him.
I kiss him back and wait for him to finish.
“On your knees, Nadia,” Jordan says, pulling her off my lap. She obeys, and then he spins her around. She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. Her hand on my cock, pumping me Encouraging me.
And then Jordan’s hand covers her.
And they get me off.
I come so hard it splatters across her face, almost missing her mouth completely. But Jordan swipes his fingers across her cheek and she licks them clean.
We laugh, Jordan collapsing against her and me. Nadia quiet for once. Satisfied, it seems.
“Let’s take a shower and try out that new bed,” Nadia says, accepting Jordan’s hand so he can pull her up from the floor.
No one complains, or cares, who’s giving the orders right now.
Later, after we’re all in bed and the shower fucking is over, Nadia sighs. Then Jordan. Then… yes, me as well.
“We got something good here,” Jordan says, half yawning the words out.
“Maybe we do,” I say back, tired and ready for sleep.
Nadia’s hand is on my stomach. Stroking me with a soft touch. One fingernail dragging its way up to my chest. Jordan’s leg is hiked up over one of hers. We’re tangled together and I like it.
He’s no Quin. She’s no Rochelle. And that big, empty hole in my heart is still missing Adley.
But it could work.
It just might work.
Chapter Twenty-Four - Nadia
“Hello,” Bric says into his phone, still half asleep. He turns to look at me, notices Jordan has disappeared, and frowns. “What?” he says into the phone as I glance over at the clock on the bedside table. Five thirty-nine in the morning. For a moment I panic, thinking I need to get up and get ready for rehearsal. But then I remember it’s Saturday.
“When?” Bric says, sitting up and turning his back to me. Then, “How?” A long sigh from Bric as he presses his fingers into his temple. “I’ll be there this afternoon.”
He ends the call and sets his phone down on the nightstand. Drops his head into his hands and rests his elbows on his bare knees.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. Because clearly that was not good news.
“Where’s Jordan?” he asks, instead of answering my question.
“Work, I guess. I just woke up too.”
“I have to go away for the weekend,” he says, still hanging his head.
“What happened?” I want to touch him, but I’m afraid to. Last night was pretty good as far as this whole… relationship goes. But still, I feel like Bric and I are strangers. Not close enough for instant bad news sharing. And definitely not close enough for me to… comfort him. If that’s what he needs right now.
Bric stands up and lets out a long breath. “My brother died. I need to go to Montana for the funeral.” He walks away. Goes into the bathroom, slams the door behind him, and starts the shower. Even though we just took a shower a few hours ago.
He’s trying to get away from me, I realize. But I live here now. With him. Because he wanted me here. And there’s no way I’m letting him get away from this conversation.
I get up, pull the tangled sheet from the bed, wrap myself up, and walk over to the door. Listening with my ear against the wood, trying to get a better understanding of what he’s doing.
Water splashes into the shower, but he’s not in the shower. I can tell by the sound it’s making. “Elias?” I say, knocking on the door. I almost called him Bric. I need to stop thinking of him that way or one of these days it will slip out at the wrong moment and cause a fight. “Can I come in?”
“I’ll be out in a minute,” he says. “Go back to bed.”
I wait for a few seconds. Trying to decide if I should push him. But I end up where he wants me.
Ten minutes later I give up and close my eyes. His brother died. I get that he’s upset. Clearly. But he’s not overly upset. Like… maybe his brother was sick and he saw this coming? Or… Hell, I have no clue. I know nothing about this man.
Then why are you living with him?
Good question, subconscious.
I grab his phone off the table and find Jordan’s contact. Tab it, listen to it ring.
Voicemail.
I text instead. Where did you go?
I understand that Jordan is busy. He’s some important trial lawyer and he’s got a high-maintenance client. Fine. But slipping out of bed? After a great night of sex? Fuck that. He’s not allowed to do that. This was all his idea. I’m here because he wanted me to be in this game.