Wynter Daniels - Lawyering Up

Pete quivered against her and she could feel him holding back, hanging onto his control by a thread, filling her with his lust. In her mind she saw his expression-his clenched jaw, the corded muscles on his neck, his reddened, sweat-slick skin.

Her body sang with joy. She never knew that completely letting go could be so fulfilling. With her sight extinguished, all other senses sharpened. Pete’s ragged breaths, Rudy’s hungry growls, the earthy male smell of the guys. Someone started rubbing her pussy, overwhelming her with blessed delirium.

So many hands touched her, more than she could keep up with. She’d thought she was spent, but another orgasm was within her reach. The buildup pushed her higher, closer to her peak. A deluge of rhapsody, more than she’d ever thought possible, overtook her as she exploded in wave after wonderful wave of bliss.

Pete’s climax took hold at the same time and he made those primal, primitive sounds she remembered so well. He rocked in unison with her, their bodies convulsing in pleasure.

Lord, she’d never had so many orgasms. Every ounce of energy floated from her body. She leaned back against Rudy’s hot, slick torso, completely drained, more sated than she’d ever dreamed possible.

After Rudy removed her blindfold, the three of them settled in the bed together as if that was the most natural thing to do. With Pete on her left and Rudy on her right, Emmy wondered where they went from here. Despite what they both said about the tryst not destroying their friendship, she wondered if they’d all feel differently when the euphoric afterglow and the alcohol-induced haze faded.

The pungent aroma of coffee coaxed Emmy awake. Her whole body was sore, but in a good way, as if she’d had the best workout of her life. Which she had. She slid her hand over the mattress, searching for hard, male bodies, but she was alone in the bed.

She sat up just as Pete entered the room wearing only a towel cinched around his waist. His body was still wet from the shower, glistening and smelling of soap.

“Hey, sleepy. Have any good dreams? I sure did.” He sat on the edge of the bed and gave her that adorable crooked smile.

“I don’t think we were dreaming. Last night was…” She reached for an appropriate adjective, but none seemed fitting. What was the superlative of the best, most amazing time ever?

“Yeah, it was.” He threaded his fingers through her hair and reeled her in for a kiss. He tasted minty and inviting.

“Don’t start without me.” Rudy came in carrying a tray loaded down with all sorts of goodies-pancakes, eggs, bacon, cheese grits and English muffins. “Let me go get the coffee. After breakfast maybe we can get back into the hot tub, hmm?” He set his burden on a table near the bed.

Wow. Were they going to extend their date? Had she died and gone to heaven?

Pete got up and headed to the tray. He swiped a slice of bacon and ate it in one bite. “Man, I think I’m going to like this arrangement. Apparently Rudy likes to cook.” He sniffed the food.

Arrangement?

Did that mean they were going to do what they’d done last night again? She pulled the sheet around her and set her feet on the floor. Where had she left her clothes?

Rudy returned with a pot of coffee and three mugs. “Pete, grab the newspaper, would you? I left it on the kitchen counter.”

Emmy scratched her head. “What’s going on here?”

Rudy questioned her with his eyes.

“Is this what you do after a…you know, a threesome?” She accepted a cup of coffee from him.

He laughed as he set the coffee and cups on the table. “We’re not your average threesome, sweetheart. We’re friends. I thought we could spend the day together. Unless you have other plans.”

He slipped off his gym shorts and set them on the dresser. Then he came toward her, all naked male beauty. He sat on the bed and stroked a calloused thumb over her cheek, igniting erotic memories of the night before. “We can read the paper, have a leisurely breakfast, maybe a dip in the hot tub. Then…whatever feels good.” The way he lifted an eyebrow assured her whatever feels good meant more of what they’d done last night.

A wave of arousal spread through her along with a shot of renewed confidence. Apparently she wasn’t the only one who had a great time. She shifted closer to him on the bed and kissed him.

He laid her down on the mattress, cupped her breast and slid his granite-hard thigh over her legs. “Maybe we’ll switch the order around and play first, huh? I don’t mind reheated food.”

But before she could answer, Pete shouted a curse from another room, then a giant boom seemed to shake the walls.

Rudy climbed off her and they both raced out of the room and down the hallway. They found Pete on the kitchen floor holding his leg.

“I slipped.” He managed a strained chuckle but his furrowed brow gave away that he’d hurt himself.

Rudy slapped his forehead. “God, I’m so sorry. I spilled coffee on the floor and I was going to come back to wipe it up but…” He stole a glance at Emmy. “I got a little sidetracked.”

She kneeled on the tile floor and looked at Pete’s leg. It was swelling up before their eyes. “I need an icepack,” she told Rudy.

He jumped into action, handing her a zippered bag of ice covered in a dishtowel in less than a minute.

She held the pack in place. Pete winced as he tried to wiggle his foot. “I think we need to go to the ER, guys.”

Pete shook his head. “Nah. I’m sure it’ll be better in a minute.”

But as the time ticked past, his ankle grew to twice its normal size.

“Hospital it is.” Rudy dressed in a hurry then brought Pete a T-shirt and a pair of shorts.

This was not how Emmy had envisioned the day, but after they’d scarfed down a few bites of the delicious breakfast Rudy had prepared, they helped Pete hobble to Rudy’s car and they all headed to the hospital.

The wait in the emergency room seemed endless. When they left with Pete on crutches, the sun was starting to set. Rudy helped him into the front seat of his Jeep. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am, buddy.”

Pete waved away the apology. “Quit saying that. And I don’t want your first-born child. It’s only sprained, not that big a deal. Doctor said a week off work and then I should be able to go back on desk duty for the next month. But I’m a badass so maybe I’ll be healed in half that time.”

They all laughed as Rudy drove out of the parking lot.

An idea popped into Emmy’s head. “My boss keeps telling me if I don’t use my vacation days by the end of the year I’ll lose them. How about I take the week off to play nurse for you?”

Pete shook his head but then he glanced over his shoulder at her. “Would you wear one of those sexy nurse outfits?”

“Hell, I’d take the week off for that too. We can have a staycation and reintroduce ourselves. Well, more than we did last night. It’ll be like a reunion. With benefits.” Rudy turned into a drugstore. “I’m going to fill Pete’s prescription for painkillers. Why don’t you check out that lingerie place, Em?” He tipped his chin at a small storefront a few doors down in the shopping plaza.

Her face heated. ”Really?”

Pete and Rudy gave her enthusiastic nods.

“If you find a cave girl getup, I’ll buy. I’ve always had a thing for prehistoric women.” Rudy shoved a credit card into her hand. “Really. Surprise us. We’ll stay home and play hooky and ice Pete’s ankle. I’ve got some vacation time coming and I can’t think of a better reason to use it.”

Two hours later, shopping and errands completed, they’d settled into the living room eating a dinner of salad and Rudy’s homemade empanadas.