"Do you want him?" Serena asked archly.
"Hell no, but that isn't the point."
"Did he dump you or did you dump him?" Faith asked.
"I dumped him. Of course."
"Of course," Serena murmured. "Okay then, it's settled. He had to settle for second best, and even now, he's probably drowning his sorrows in a bottle of alcohol while Miss Thing hangs uselessly on his arm."
Julie cracked up laughing. She laughed so hard her mascara smeared. "Damn it, Serena. Now I've got to start all over."
"Don't know why you bother with the stuff," Faith said. "You don't want raccoon eyes during sex."
"Good point," Julie acknowledged. "I'll stick with the basics. Except for lipstick. A woman can never wear too much lipstick."
"Even if they rub it off real quick," Serena snickered.
A few minutes later, Julie took a deep breath and stared back at her friends in the mirror. "Okay, how do I look?"
"Absolutely gorgeous."
"Sensational."
Faith and Serena's voices ran together, and Julie smiled back at them.
"I'm so nervous I could puke. How stupid is that?"
"Not stupid," Serena said. "Just remember, you don't have to go through with it. If you get there and don't feel comfortable, you don't have to do it."
"But if you do, we want all the details later," Faith said with a grin.
Julie hugged them both then shooed them out of her bathroom. "I'm going to be late if I don't get out of here."
Everything was done and arranged. All she had to do was walk inside, and her night of fantasy would begin. But here she sat in her car with sweaty palms like a virgin behind the bleachers with the quarterback.
She and Damon had agreed that Cole would handle her arrival, because having Damon do it? Weird much? She knew Damon's security monitored the rooms with video surveillance, but she'd rather not have a personal relationship with anyone seeing her nak*d, doing two guys at the same time.
Then again, if she didn't get a move on, she wouldn't be doing anyone.
Excitement skirted up her spine as she got out of the car. Nervous had no place in tonight's activities. She was a confident, sexual woman. She could handle whatever was thrown her way.
Before she could knock, the door opened, and an extremely good looking man smiled back at her.
"Julie?"
She nodded. "You must be Cole."
White teeth flashed as his smile broadened. "Come in, I've been expecting you."
"I hope you aren't the only one."
He laughed as he put his hand to her back to usher her down the hallway. "Indeed not."
She knew from Damon's tour which room would be hers, but it didn't make her any less excited as they went up the stairs. At the end of the upstairs hallway was the common room where anything went. Publicly. There were several private rooms, however, and Cole guided her to the one on the opposite end of the hallway from the common room.
"I'll leave you to undress. I'll be back in a few minutes to blindfold you and see if there's anything else you need before your men arrive."
She couldn't help the grin. Her men. It sounded positively decadent.
Cole retreated from the room, and she made her way to the bed to run her hand across the sumptuous linens. Not wanting an awkward moment, she hurriedly shed her clothing and stuffed it into the closet.
The room had been prepared as Damon had promised. The blindfold was on the bed, a beautiful scarlet red sash. Symbolic. She liked it.
On the vanity next to the bed was an array of sexual paraphernalia that she probably wouldn't have even thought of. Condoms, of course, but there was also lubricant and an array of sex toys, some of which she wasn't even sure of their purpose. It would be fun as hell to find out though.
A sound at the door had her guiltily whirling around. Cole came back in, and she instinctively covered her nak*dness, as if her hands were going to cover that much flesh.
"Are you ready?"
She blew out her breath in a sharp staccato. "Yeah."
He smiled and patted the bed. "Hop up and I'll get the blindfold in place. Then all you need to do is lie back and relax."
She crawled onto the bed and turned her back to Cole. A second later, the silky material of the sash slid over her eyes, shutting out the light. He tied it securely, tightening it so it wouldn't slip.
Then he took her hand and guided her backward until she lay on her back on the soft bed.
"Welcome to your fantasies," he murmured.
She heard him leave, and silence fell over the room. She hadn't expected to feel so vulnerable with the blindfold. If she'd realized before, she would've never requested it, but the nervous anticipation was exciting in a way. She liked the tightening sensation in all her nerve endings. She was already aroused and there was no sign of her studs yet.
She smiled dreamily as she let her imagination go. There was something to this not seeing. This way, she could imagine whoever she wanted. They could look exactly as she wanted, and how was she to know any different?
The soft sound of the door opening made her inhale sharply. They were here.
Chapter 7
Nathan stood in the doorway, staring at Julie lying on the bed, and all his breath left his chest. God almighty, the woman was gorgeous. He heard Micah's quick intake of breath behind him and knew he wasn't any less affected. Damn it, but his first instinct was to rush in and cover her with a blanket so Micah wouldn't see her. This had to be the dumbest idea he'd ever hatched. Why the f**k had he asked his best friend to have sex with the woman he was lusting over?
Because the alternative was f**king her with a stranger?
Leave it to Julie to come up with a sexual fantasy that gave him hives. How could the woman think he wasn't interested in her?
Maybe because he tried too hard to play it cool.
Micah nudged him, and he continued to move farther inside the lavish room. She heard them enter and turned her head in their direction. She licked her lips nervously, and his dick immediately stood up and paid attention.
He hoped this worked. Micah was scarily thorough when it came to making sure she wouldn't find out it was him. Nathan felt like a first-class moron changing his soap and deodorant for the occasion, not to mention wearing light cologne. He never wore cologne.
Keep her touches to a minimum, because Lord knew she'd spent enough time touching him. A woman as tactile as she was would probably have his physique memorized.
And silent. Stay silent. That one was obvious enough, but not as easy as it seemed when he wanted nothing more than to tell her in excruciating detail precisely what he planned to do to her.
Micah seemed to be waiting for him to make the first move, a fact he appreciated. Micah wasn't the type to ever let anyone else call the shots, but in this he seemed willing to sit back and let Nathan dictate the pace. Which was kind of stupid, given that Nathan had zero experience in this whole threesome arena, while Micah seemed to practice them regularly.
Why couldn't he have normal friends?
Drawn by the erotic sight of Julie, nak*d with only a bloodred sash tied around her eyes, he moved in close. He wanted to touch her. To run his hands over her skin and feel all the curves and soft swells.
She jumped when he put his palm down over her belly. Then she moaned softly when he let his fingers wander upward, brushing the undersides of her br**sts. He cupped the mounds and ran his thumb over the puckered crest of her nipple. Such a wonderful contrast of silky smooth skin and velvety ripples.
He drew the nipple between his thumb and fingers, stroking and pulling just enough to get it to elongate. She raised her hands, blindly seeking him, but he stepped back. It was agony, because he wanted her hands on him, but he couldn't take that chance.
No longer caring that there was another man in the room with them, Nathan started pulling off his clothing. The sooner he could get skin to skin with her, the sooner he'd be in heaven.
Julie trembled in anticipation. When would he touch her again? Those hands. Wonderful hands. Slightly rough, which told her he worked with his hands enough that they were calloused. They were gentle, yet firm enough to give her a decadent thrill as they traveled her body.
She could hear the soft rustle of clothing. Where was the other man? She jumped again when another hand curled around her ankle. Ah, there he was. His touch was different, more assertive. Less coaxing.
His fingers brushed along her leg, working the sensitive spots on the inside of her thigh, under her knee, then higher still until he was precariously close to her p**sy.
Restless, she stirred, opening to him, but he backed off, and she moaned in frustration. His soft chuckle echoed in the quiet room.
Her first lover was back. She felt his presence before he ever touched her. The bed dipped as he crawled up beside her. There was a pause. Was he watching her? Looking at her? Did he like what he saw?
She arched her body invitingly, and then she gasped when his lips touched her belly. His hot tongue dipped into her navel, rimming it then grazing her skin with his teeth. She reached down, wanting to touch him, but the other man grasped her wrists, and to her surprise, pulled her arms up over her head, holding her captive there while his partner continued to lick a path up to her br**sts.
The bristle of a beard scraped against her skin. God, she loved that. Nathan immediately came to mind. Him and that sexy goatee. Oh yeah, this blindfold idea was great. Now she could fantasize that it was Nathan running his tongue over her body.
His lips found her nipple, and he nuzzled gently, coaxing the bud into erection. Her mind went fuzzy as pleasure exploded through her body. His tongue laved over the point, and then he used his teeth to graze the delicate skin. She could no longer contain her cry when he sucked it strongly into his mouth.
He went taut against her at her exclamation, as if the audible sound of her approval pleased him very much. If that's what it took, she'd be more than happy to reward him every time he pleased her.
To her complete shock, his hands and mouth left her br**sts, and he framed her face with his palms then crashed his lips down over hers. It was as though he hungered for her far more than she hungered for him. He tasted her, devoured her, absorbed her.
Not content to lie there passively even though her arms were still trapped above her head, she kissed him back just as urgently. She opened her mouth to let him in, but she also thrust her tongue over his, wanting entry just as she allowed him access.
His beard scraped roughly at her chin, abrading the tender area. He tasted and smelled positively divine. Wholly male. Strong and powerful.
She studied the feel of his body pressed so close to hers. His chest wasn't too hairy, but neither was his skin smooth. The dips and lines of his muscles, the fact that there was no give in his body, told her how solidly he was put together.
It was killing her not to touch him. She was a tactile person. Touching others was her living, her joy.
"I want to touch you," she whispered.
He chuckled softly and the hands tightened around her wrists. No they weren't going to allow her to touch. Why not? This was her fantasy, damn it.
But she forgot all about protesting when he moved down her body, his hands cupping her h*ps as he kissed a line straight to her p**sy.
The man holding her wrists bent over her. She could smell him as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. God, the combination of these two men was the most powerful aphrodisiac she'd ever encountered.
A single finger slid through her folds, parting her and pressing into her heat. His mouth found her center, his tongue plunging deep.
The lips at her breast became more insistent, going from one to the other, sucking and nipping sharply. He was more demanding than the first. Not as gentle and sensual. The differences were compelling. Between her legs, her gentle lover made love to her with all the care and finesse of a man who instinctively knew how to please a woman. The man at her br**sts was harder, with an edge to his movements that excited her even while she soaked up the attentions of the other.
Nathan picked his head up and saw Micah sucking hungrily at Julie's br**sts. A bolt sizzled through him. Shock. Jealousy. And then, strangely, lust. It should piss him off that another man was taking what he considered his, but in a barbaric way, it aroused the hell out of him.
And God, but she was beautiful, stretched between them, arching, begging for more, her skin glowing with a sheen of sweat. Her scent was driving him insane. He couldn't get enough of her taste.
He ran his tongue over her quivering entrance, circled it with the tip and then traveled up until he sucked her cl*t gently into his mouth.
He was rewarded by a sharp cry and she bucked so hard against him, he had to hold her h*ps with both hands. She was wild and so damn responsive. It was all he could do not to rear up and drive deep into her body. Only the knowledge that he wanted to make this truly spectacular for her kept him from doing just that.
Micah raised his head, and Nathan saw the glittering need in his friend's eyes. There was something harsh and almost primal. He moved to the side and motioned Nathan away for a moment.
Curious as to what Micah was doing, Nathan eased away, though he kept his hands on her, wanting, needing to touch her at all times.