Vivian Arend - Rocky Mountain Heat

And to wonder just how fucked he was in the head to have agreed to arranging a ménage.

The lighting in the room was low, and Matt stared at Helen, wondering if the flush staining her cheeks was fear or anticipation. “You okay?”

She hesitated. “Yeah. It’s just…strange. Thinking about being with someone other than you.”

“I know.” The idea of sharing her still sat funny. Matt pulled her close, nuzzling against her neck. “We don’t have to do this, you know. Gabe ain’t gonna say a word if he shows up and we tell him to take a hike.”

He didn’t want to admit how much he really wanted her to choose that option. To tell him that this was all a mistake and she was madly in love with him and him alone.

Damn it, he wanted the words and the actions.

Helen linked her fingers around his neck and pulled him in for a long lingering kiss. He nibbled on her lips, taking the time to lick and caress. Stroking with his tongue, teasing with his fingers across her lower back. Tiny brushes on the bare skin between the bottom of her T-shirt and the top of her low-rider jeans.

He kissed his way along her jaw, sucking the dangling lobe of her ear into his mouth. “You want to be naked before he gets here?”

She shook her head. “No. I think…I want to go slow.”

Matt scooped her up and carried her to the bed. Before Gabe arrived, and after he left, Helen was going to be all his, even if he had to share her for a short while.

He laid her down, crawled beside her and stared into her eyes. “I’ve wanted to be with you since we were little tykes riding the school bus. You’d hop on at the second-to-last stop, and I’d try to make it look like a real coincidence that there was an empty seat next to me. Didn’t let you know that I’d just kicked Daniel out of the way to make room for you.”

She laughed and cupped his face in her hands. “Matt Coleman, why does every session of lovemaking seem to include a trip down memory lane?”

Because she’d been there his whole life. He grinned. “I like travelogs.”

Matt rolled over top of her and settled between her legs, their hips separated by their clothing, but the heat more than enough to be felt between them. He rocked slowly, the ridge of his cock riding the seam of her jeans, and she opened her thighs and closed her eyes.

“Yeah. I feel that so good. Oh, Matt, it’s like you know everywhere to touch, everywhere to make me squirm.”

He did. All her hot-buttons were so familiar to him, what she liked, what she wanted. Except for her request for this ménage—that one had come out of the blue. “You okay me getting you off quick the first time?”

She smiled, bright blue eyes flashing. “Now what kind of silly question is that? As if I’m going to turn down a patented Coleman orgasm.”

They laughed together, then paused as he caught her gaze. He wanted her to know how he felt, even if she didn’t want to hear the words. She was going to know in spite of him not saying it.

He tugged her T-shirt aside, unsnapping the button of her pants and slowly undoing her zipper to allow him to slip his hand under the waistline. He stayed overtop of her undies, cupping her heat as he took her lips again. She flicked the tip of her tongue against his, tiny motions that he matched with increased pressure, his middle finger bearing down on her clit.

She gasped. “Oh yes, that’s the spot. More.”

He forced the wet silk between her folds, molding the fabric to her, teasing with a light touch that maintained constant pressure. Helen writhed on the bed, her head twisting slowly from side to side as he kept up the pace. Then he leaned over and covered one breast with his mouth, biting her nipple through the fabric, and she came, shaking under him.

When she opened her eyes, it was to sigh with satisfaction, one hand cupping his cheek.

He was leaning forward to kiss her again when the knock sounded.

Something went icy cold inside, until she flicked a glance toward the door. Her breathing sped up, a flush rose over her neck. The intensity of her arousal answered the unspoken question of whether she really wanted this or not.

Matt kissed her, hard, intense, before scrambling off the bed and heading for the door. He cracked it open just in time to spot Gabe shift position, straightening up from where he’d reclined against the railing of the landing.

Gabe rubbed his mouth. “Am I invited in, or no?”

For one long second Matt stood motionless, tempted beyond belief to tell his cousin to take off.

Helen pressed against his back, her hands wrapping around his waist. Her lips, warm and gentle, made contact with his neck as she kissed him. She wanted this, and he’d give it to her. This once, and only this once.

He motioned with his head and pulled the door open. “Party for three, ready to begin.”

Gabe slipped past, clutching his cowboy hat in his hands. Helen remained tucked against Matt’s side, and he pulled her around to face him.

“Anything makes you uncomfortable, you want to stop, you tell us. Any time, any time at all, alright?” He stared into Helen’s blue eyes, searching for signs of fear.

She licked her lips and nodded. “I trust you.” Helen glanced over his shoulder at Gabe. “And you’re…”

He waggled his brows. “Lucky?”

Matt laughed at the optimistic tone in his cousin’s voice. “Bloody lucky.”

“That wasn’t the word I was looking for, but if you like it, okay.” Helen leaned against Matt and threaded her fingers through his hair, tugging until his mouth came down to her level.

Matt took a deep breath and concentrated on giving his lover the fantasy she’d asked for. He kissed her, and she trembled as he caressed his hands up her waist, over the sides of her breasts. He swallowed her groan of delight, bracing himself as she pressed closer. When he realized she’d shifted position because Gabe had stepped behind her, trapping her between their two male bodies, a streak of desire hit Matt hard enough to make his knees shake.

Okay, he’d wondered how he would feel, having another guy touch Helen. But right now, he was amazed at the intensity of the excitement sweeping him.

Matt stepped back, leaving Helen leaning against Gabe’s chest. Her eyes were wide, mouth open in an O. She shivered, her head leaning to the side as Gabe kissed her neck. There were goose bumps on her arms, and small gasps of pleasure escaped her lips, her eyes closing as Matt observed for a moment.

“I’d love to say hello properly and get a taste of your lips.” Gabe gazed over her shoulder at Matt. He nodded agreement even as Helen answered.

“If you’re going to ask permission every time before you do anything, this will be a very slow evening.”

Gabe turned her to face him, winking lightly. “Oh, there’re times to go slow and times to go fast, and I’m pretty sure Matt and me can show you which is which. Don’t you worry, darling.”

He leaned in and kissed her, a bare brush of his lips over hers. Gabe pulled away and Helen leaned after him, as if trying to make the contact last longer.

“Ah-ah. You ain’t in charge here. Kiss Matt and show him how much you appreciate him setting this up, and then we’ll see about what’s coming next.”

Helen twirled away from Gabe, her mocking pout fading as she stepped to Matt’s side and pressed herself against him tight. She cupped his face and smiled sweetly. “I do think you’re pretty damn special, Matt Coleman. Thank you.” She kissed him like she was on fire, tongue and lips taking him by storm. Matt curled an arm around her and let her cling like a burr as they shared a moment—hot and wild. No holds barred. Gabe could have been a million miles away and all that remained was need and heat. When they drew apart, Matt gasped for air.