Forbidden Heat Page 8

  Jake plunked a pitcher of beer in front of them, then put down a tower of three glasses. He unstacked them, then tipped the pitcher to fill each with the amber, fuzzy liquid.

  She hadn’t had beer in years, but the bitter, yeasty taste reminded her of good times spent with people who had been her friends—including the two men at her side. She sipped again, the cold beer refreshing after the long ride here. She hadn’t liked beer when she’d arrived at university, but it was aff ordable, especially with a pitcher shared with others . . . and made her feel part of the crowd. She’d liked that feeling. So she’d acquired a taste for beer.

  “So, Jake, you said you teach now,” said Danielle. “Math, right?”

  Jake shook his head.

  She raised an eyebrow. “Computers?”

  Trey chuckled. “You’ll never guess.”

  That could only mean one thing. “No, you don’t teach philosophy?”

  “That’s the one,” Jake confirmed.

  “But you always liked subjects with definite right or wrong answers. Things that didn’t have shades of gray.” Then she remembered that logic and artificial intelligence had been areas of study included under philosophy. “Of course, you pursued your interest in AI, right?”

  “Not exactly. Except as a study in ethics. Should intelligent machines be created, and if they were, would they have souls?”

  “Okay. That really is a change.”

  As she gazed into his eyes, she realized he’d probably gone searching for answers. When he’d lost Trey, he might have been seeking an understanding of why people behave the way they do. Why people accept some things and reject others. Like Trey being afraid to embrace his sexual orientation. Like society’s long history of rebuffing same-sex couples. Like even when people accepted an alternate sexual orientation, they often still required that the people in question choose one gender or the other, asserting that the very real feelings bisexuals have for those of their same gender are a choice, rather than an inherent and totally spontaneous desire they have no control over.

  Being bisexual must be a confusing and difficult path . . . made more difficult for Jake because even his lover, Trey, couldn’t accept what they had. Trey’s discovery that he was bisexual seemed to allow him to deny his desire for Jake—or any man—and embrace what he felt was a normal, or more acceptable and safer, type of relationship. Heterosexuality.

  It must have been a terrible blow to Jake, despite his apparent calm acceptance, to lose someone he’d cherished so deeply. And still did.

  As they stepped into the bright afternoon, Danielle noticed that dark clouds threatened the edges of the glorious blue sky. Before they’d left Jake’s house, they’d stuffed towels and bathing suits into their backpacks in hopes of enjoying a swim after their visit to campus.

  “Maybe we should skip that swim and head back,” she suggested. She didn’t even mention going to her old residence, hoping they’d forget about that entirely.

  “Nonsense,” Trey said. “It’s not much farther. Anyway, a little rain won’t hurt us.”

  When she was younger, she used to love being out in the rain. She glanced at the darkening sky. Was she becoming stodgy?

  “Okay, let’s go.” She began pedaling and the men fell in beside her.

  About fifteen minutes later, they turned off the main bike path to one winding through the woods. Ten minutes after that, with still a good twenty minutes of uphill riding to their destination—a swimming hole in a small clearing—the sky began pelting them with large, heavy droplets of rain. Slowly, at first, her shirt splotched with large, wet stains. . . . Then the drops came faster, until she was drenched.

  “Nice view,” Trey kidded.

  Her bra was totally visible through the light cotton shirt. Of course, she didn’t mind the view of Trey’s shirt clinging to his awesome tight abs.

  A flash of lightning lit the sky and a sharp crack of thunder nearly sent her flying off the bike. Lightning flashed again, followed by a rolling boom across the distance. Shivers ran through her, as much from the pyrotechnics as from the chill of the air traveling across her wet body.

  “Maybe we should find some shelter,” Jake said. “Trey, where’s that cave?”

  “Not too far.”

  They rode a little farther, then Trey pointed ahead.

  “See the break in the trees there?” He rode ahead a bit, then stopped and dismounted.

  Danielle and Jake slowed and stopped beside him.

  “It’s over this way.” Jake walked his bike between the trees, then along a narrow walking path. They followed until they came to a sharp, rocky rise.

  “Over here.” Trey grabbed his backpack, which had been fastened to the back of his bike, and flung it over his shoulders. Jake grabbed Danielle’s pack and his own, and they followed Trey.

  Danielle wasn’t too sure about the idea of taking shelter in a dark, dingy cave, the thought of bats and other subterranean creatures stirring disturbing fears.

  When she saw the wide, fairly open, but sheltered area under the rock overhang, she sighed in relief. The area was about twelve feet wide, surrounded on three sides by rock walls and inset about eight feet under the rock overhang. She could cope with this.

  She stepped inside the shelter, followed by Jake. Trey dropped his backpack on the ground and unzipped it. He tugged out a rolled blanket and spread it out on the ground, then produced a couple of beach towels, which he tossed on the blanket, still folded. They looked like comfy cushions to sit on.

  She heard the zip of Jake’s bag behind her.

  “You’re drenched,” he said.

  She felt soft terry cloth as Jake dropped a towel over her head, then proceeded to dry her hair.

  When he freed her head from his towel-handed grip, she noticed that Trey had removed his sopping wet shirt.

  Jake dropped the towel, then pulled his shirt off, too.

  “You know, you really should take that wet shirt off .” Jake’s blue eyes glinted, enhancing his totally devilish grin.

  “I could do that, but then you’d see me in only my bra.” She smiled. “We couldn’t have that.” She reached under the back of her shirt and unfastened her bra, tugged the loop of one strap past her elbow and worked her arm free, then did the same with the other side. . . . Then she reached under the front of her shirt and tugged the bra down and out.

  Both men’s gazes glued to her breasts, which she was aware might as well have been naked given the wet, nearly transparent fabric clinging to them. It was totally sexy knowing she was totally covered by the shirt . . . yet hid nothing.

  “You’re right. That’s much better,” Trey said.

  She wriggled out of her shorts and tossed them to the side, then turned and knelt down while she positioned a towel, quite aware she was flashing them an eyeful of practically naked derriere. She shifted around, then stretched out on the blanket, her head resting on the towel.

  “Mmm. Maybe it’s a good time for a nap. I’m a little cold, though.”

  Both men pounced to her side, then wrapped their arms around her, cocooning her between them.

  “Do you think the rain will last long?” she asked.

  “I certainly hope so,” Trey said as his hand strayed under her shirt and up her stomach, then covered her cold breast.

  “And in the meantime, I wouldn’t mind something to nibble on.” Jake sat up and leaned toward her. His mouth covered her hard, aching nipple through the cloth, and she sighed as the heat surrounded her.

  She stroked her hand over the front of Jake’s shorts, finding a growing bulge. Her hand found Trey, and he guided her hand inside his already open fly to wrap around his hardening cock, still surrounded by the light cotton of his boxers. He held her hand in place as he disposed of his shorts, then shifted her hand briefly as he pulled away the boxers. She grasped his hot hard cock again and squeezed.

  Jake drew away, then stood up to dispose of his remaining clothes. Danielle noticed a few large rocks along the side o
f the cave, big enough to sit on.

  “Over there.” She pointed. “Sit on that rock.”

  Both men, naked, rippling muscles glistening with moisture, sat beside each other on the largest rock. She knelt in front of them and grasped each of their cocks in her hand. She pressed them together and licked the tips, so hard and warm. She surrounded Jake’s cockhead with her lips, then glided up and down his long cock; then she swallowed Trey’s thicker cock and took him in and out.

  She remembered what it was like to hold both cocks in her mouth at the same time, and wanted that again. She lapped her tongue around the base of Trey’s cockhead, then stretched her mouth to slide Jake’s narrower cockhead inside, too. Both men, pressed tight together, filled her mouth. She squeezed them and sucked, stroking the hard shafts with her hand.

  Having both of them inside her mouth thrilled her. She felt hot tingling between her legs, her sex longing for these same cocks. Could they both fit . . . there?

  The thought made wetness flood from her opening. She pushed herself up and dragged the crotch of her thong to one side, then arched over them. She squeezed their cocks together and lowered herself to them. Jake’s eyes widened as he realized what she was going to do. At the first pressure of the two cockheads against her slit, she moaned. They pressed against her wetness and she eased downward. Trey’s hand wrapped around the cocks, holding them in place as she lowered onto them. The cockheads pushed inside a little, stretching her. Wider . . . and wider. They were hard . . . and big . . . and she wanted them thrusting inside.

  She lowered a little more, but couldn’t quite take them in. Maybe she’d tensed in her anticipation . . . or maybe they were just too big. But she wanted a cock inside her.

  She moaned in frustration.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart,” Jake said. “We can try again another time.” Jake withdrew his cock from Trey’s grasp and moved aside. “Right now, let me watch Trey fuck you.”

  Danielle glided down, swallowing Trey’s thick hard cock inside her. She wrapped her arms around him, and, as he stood up, she curled her legs around him, too. He pressed her against the rock wall, a slight horizontal bulge in the rock acting as a ledge to take some of her weight, and he surged forward. The fullness of his cock inside her sent her senses reeling. She wanted more.

  He drew back and thrust again.

  “Oh God, you two are so sexy.” Jake stroked his cock as he watched Trey fuck her against the wall.

  Trey’s cock glided in and out of her, sending wild sensations dancing through her as he thrust deep. She squeezed him inside as she clung to his broad, muscular shoulders. Such strength. Such raw male power.

  His cock drove deep again, then again. Intense pleasure bubbled up, then exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm as she wailed her release.

  They clung to each other, breathing heavily in the aftermath. Finally, he lowered her to her feet and guided her back to the blanket. She lay down and Jake settled beside her. He grasped her T-shirt—she’d forgotten she still wore it—and drew it over her head, then tossed it aside. Next, he pulled away her thong, which had merely been pushed aside to accommodate Trey’s cock sliding into her.

  He knelt over her. His warm hands found her breasts and he warmed them in his big palms. She grasped his cock, hard and twitching, then drew it toward her mouth. When she swallowed him inside again, he groaned. She sucked and licked, watching his blue eyes darken to navy.

  He drew away from her, then lowered himself until his cock pressed against her wet opening.

  “Fuck me, Jake.”

  He drove inside, then kept on driving until she was gasping with need.

  “Oh, yeah . . . oh, Jake . . .”

  “Come for me, sweetie. Let me hear you come.”

  “Yes, I’m . . .” Pleasure tumbled through her, then shot off the scale. “I’m coming.” She gasped, then moaned as her cells tightened, then exploded in intense, vibrant bliss.

  She rode the wave of pleasure, Jake thrusting into her in a steady rhythm. Finally, he groaned and released inside her as she reached a pinnacle of pleasure.

  As she clung to him, listening to her heartbeat slow to a more normal pace, she felt Trey lie down beside her. Jake shifted to her other side, and her two lovers held her between them, as the rain pitter-pattered outside in a soft, calm rhythm.

  Danielle’s lips released Jake’s and she smiled at him, feeling a little misty. She’d already hugged and kissed Trey goodbye. Now it was time to go. She turned to grab her small suitcase to put it in the backseat of her car, but Trey already had it and stowed it away for her.

  It had been a beautiful Sunday. Warm and bright with a blue cloudless sky. The three of them had started the morning with languorous lovemaking, then had a decadent brunch, followed by a dip in Jake’s pool. Now the weekend was over.

  Time to return to her regular life. Time to leave these two wonderful men behind.

  She sighed and climbed into the driver’s seat. It was hot inside the car. She turned the key in the ignition and the engine thrummed to life. She opened the windows and stared up at Trey and Jake standing beside the car in the driveway.

  “Don’t look so glum.” Jake leaned on the door and smiled. “You’re coming back next weekend, right?”

  She nodded.

  “My place next time,” said Trey. “And I’ll make dinner on Friday.”

  “It’s a date.” She smiled, then glanced in her rearview mirror. “I guess I’d better get going.” What she really wanted to do was leap from the car and throw herself into Trey’s arms . . . or Jake’s . . . then drag them back into the house for another rousing round of lovemaking. . . . But she had to go home sometime.

  The guys stepped back from the car and she pulled out of the driveway, then waved at them as she drove away.

  Damn, but she hated to leave.

  With them she felt happy and alive. At home she felt . . . lonely.

  As she drove, she reminded herself how well the weekend had gone. Not only had she been well loved, but she felt that the men were opening up to each other, too. Jake clearly responded to Trey’s touch . . . and Trey seemed to be open to more intimate interactions with Jake.

  An hour and a half of driving later, she pulled up to her own house. As the week wore on, she threw herself into her work, but still felt the tug of her longing to be back in Carleton Falls. To be with Trey and Jake.

  Finally, Friday came. She sped through her work, completing the Web site for her newest client, installing it, and ensuring it was fully functional. Then she packed up her things and tossed her suitcase in the backseat.

  She could hardly wait to arrive at Trey’s.

  Nine

  Danielle pulled into Trey’s driveway, beside the torch red Mustang. Jake’s car. He was already here. The two of them were waiting for her.

  She grabbed her bag from the backseat and raced for the door, then rang the doorbell. She waited impatiently for the door to open, wanting to throw herself into Trey’s arms—or Jake’s—as soon as the door opened.

  She heard the click of the lock, and then the heavy oak door opened. Trey stood in front of her looking incredibly sexy wearing . . . well, very little. He wore a white shirt collar with a small bow tie, and shirt cuffs . . . but no shirt. Just a broad expanse of well-toned muscular chest and bulging arms. Slim-fitting black pants covered his lower body. Clearly, he was dressed to be her manservant . . . and she licked her lips as thoughts of exactly how she might make use of his services swirled through her mind.

  “Mistress Rayne. Welcome.” Trey bowed, then stepped back to allow her to come inside.

  Jake stepped into the room, wearing the same outfit, carrying a tall stemmed glass of white wine. He handed it to her while Trey took her bag down the hall, probably to the bedroom.

  “Would you like to come into the kitchen while we prepare the meal?” Jake asked.

  “Certainly,” she responded, falling into the role.

  Jake led her through the kitchen door in
to Trey’s wonderfully large, bright kitchen with its light-stained wooden cabinets, white tiled countertops, and white appliances. Such a difference from Jake’s kitchen with its elegant dark-stained cherry cabinets, black marble countertops, and stainless-steel appliances.

  A platter sat on the counter with large pink shrimp and bright yellow lemon wedges on crushed ice, a bowl of red sauce in the center. Beside that stood a gray marble tray with a variety of cheeses and fancy crackers and another platter with fresh-cut vegetables and dip.

  “Would you like to sit at the table or the counter?” Trey asked.

  Like in Jake’s kitchen, Trey had a sitting area at the counter with tall stools, but that’s where the similarity ended. Jake’s house was all streamlined elegance whereas Trey’s house had a homier, more casual feel. Trey’s living room had cozy cloth couches and carpet whereas Jake’s had tailored leather and dark oak hardwood.

  She glanced toward the round table in the breakfast nook surrounded by windows and facing the large backyard, kept private by a tall hedge surrounding the property.

  “I think I’ll stay by the counter. Close to the food.”

  Jake pulled out one of the high stools under the counter bar and she sat down. He turned and stepped toward the white oven. She watched his lovely tight butt as he leaned over to check whatever was cooking inside the oven. She sipped her wine, enjoying the delicate, slightly fruity flavor. Trey returned and smiled her way.

  “Is there anything I can get you, mistress?”

  Mistress. Mmm. That had a delightful ring to it. In fact, it sent thrills through her as she imagined both men following some very interesting commands.

  She wanted to order him to kiss her, then strip off her clothes, or his . . . or maybe Jake’s . . . but she didn’t want to speed things along too much. Especially since they’d gone to a lot of trouble to prepare a lovely meal.

  “I’d like a shrimp.”

  The platter was right in front of her, but she smiled at him rather than reaching for one.