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  Beau pulled into the entrance of Taco Bell, and she pushed aside the barrage of memories threatening to slip past the cracks. She ordered the most fattening thing on the menu and made a mental note to add a few extra minutes on the treadmill tomorrow. Beau didn’t say anything about her meal choice or exude the silent chastisement that Dustin had been so skilled at dishing out. No, Beau simply placed an order identical to hers, with the exception of an iced tea in substitution of her lemonade.

  After collecting their food at the drive-thru window, he pulled into a cleared parking space near the exit and left the engine idling. She glanced at him, puzzled. Why eat here when they were less than a mile from her place? He handed over her Mexican pizza without meeting her gaze. The likely reason for them eating in the car slammed into her with breathtaking clarity.

  He didn’t want to be alone with her inside her apartment.

  Resisting temptation? The possibility stirred a colony of punch-drunk butterflies in her belly.

  Okay, Beau was determined to keep her at arm’s length—literally. She could either meekly accept this stupid pact he’d made with Eric to keep her off limits.

  Or she could play dirty.

  Maybe it was time to permanently lock her good girl in the closet. Only one way to find out. “You know, I’ve always had this fantasy of being with you and Van. Sexually. At the same time.” Oh God, did I really just say that out loud? According to the ferocious heat in her cheeks…hell yes.

  Her embarrassment proved more than worth it when Beau choked on his bite of taco. Okay, she would have felt a tad guilty if he’d required the Heimlich.

  Wait, did the Heimlich involve mouth-to-mouth? Clearly that was a lost opportunity.

  Beau grabbed his drink and took a hefty swig before meeting her eyes, his own wide and incredulous. “Jesus. Don’t tell me that.”

  “Why, does it bother you?”

  “What do you think?” Flustered and wearing a high dose of color on every centimeter of his face, Beau dropped his food onto the paper sack in his lap and rubbed his brow, his agitation readily evident. “Al, you can’t blurt out your threesome fantasies like it’s no big deal. How do you expect me to react to it?”

  Ripping off her clothes and getting down to business with one-half of her fantasy would be a fantastic start. “I’ve been afraid to come clean about my feelings for you and Van for too damn long. I’m so sick of holding it in. Pretending that every time I look at you both my heart doesn’t do a happy dance. And here’s another shocking admission for you. Every single man I’ve been with has failed to bring me to the big O until I pretended their fingers, tongues, or…” Come on, you big wuss, just spit the word out. “…cocks were yours.” She used to wallow in immense guilt and shame over her private sexual reveries of Beau and Van. After countless occasions of being left unsatisfied, she’d figured it was either indulge in her kinky fantasies or resign herself to an orgasm-less sex life. Yeah, like that was gonna happen. Sure, she could have made do with her vibrator, but that would have gotten old real quick.

  Beau’s lips parted and a shaky sound escaped. Closing his eyes, he swallowed and lowered his head as if he was struggling against himself. After an eternity passed, he glanced at her again, the fire in his hazel eyes zapping lightning along her synapses. “Damn it, don’t do this to me, Al.”

  He thought she was killing him now? Hell, he had no clue precisely how evil she could be when given the proper motivation. And when it came to Beau and Van, there was no better call to action in existence. The line had been drawn in the sand and there was no way she’d demurely stand on the wrong side of it.

  The women he was used to being with likely weren’t shy about going after what they wanted. If she held any prayer of competing with their sexual worldliness she needed to be completely truthful about her desires. No matter how much her stomach flip-flopped at the idea of telling him some of the wild, perverted things that really got her juiced up.

  She took a deep, fortifying breath and released it slowly. “My favorite fantasy—the one that never fails to make me come—involves you licking my clit while Van is buried in my ass.”

  Holy shit. When her inner nasty girl decided to speak up, she held nothing back. But there was minimal room for embarrassment to creep in. Not when Beau was suddenly looking at her in a decidedly unbrotherly way.

  Her nipples tightening behind the scratchy lace of her bra, she scraped her teeth over her bottom lip. Beau’s gaze latched onto the movement, the plastic container of iced tea in his hands completely forgotten. Naughty inspiration striking, she dipped her finger in the sour cream oozing from the corner of her taco. Holding Beau’s entranced stare, she sucked her finger clean with a raunchiness that made her silently giggle. Especially when Beau’s eyes threatened to pop from their sockets.

  A rough strangled exhale gusted from him. “Don’t fucking tease me.”

  “Funny, that’s exactly what I keep begging you in my fantasy. Over and over while your tongue is lapping away at me. Coaxing at first. Then you get firm with me. Demanding. No matter how much I fight it, you’re determined to send me over the edge, until I’m coming like crazy all over your soft, wet tongue.” Her extreme breathiness wasn’t an affectation for his benefit. No, she was definitely a victim of her own dirty game, and it was evident in her voice’s sudden inability to function properly.

  Her skin was roasting beneath her coat. She snuck her hand underneath the faux-furred lapel, her knuckles a light graze over her nipple. Part of her couldn’t believe she was practically feeling herself up in front of Beau. A bigger part couldn’t believe how much she was loving it. “Mmm, it feels so good. There isn’t any conceivable way it can get any better. But you prove me wrong by sliding your hard, thick cock deep inside my pussy. I don’t think there’s any way you’ll fit. Not with Van already taking up too much room in my ass. Oh God. I’m stuffed to overflowing, Beau. You guys have turned me inside out with your teasing and I’m going to come again. Any minute. So. Fucking. Hard. All over your cocks.”

  Good Lord, maybe she should consider getting into the phone sex biz after this performance.

  Displaying a calmness that was in direct opposition to the wild pounding of her heart and the aching throb coursing through her clit, she slipped her hand free and picked up her lemonade. The sound of the ice cubes clinking as she sipped from the straw didn’t entirely drown out Beau’s harsh, uneven breaths.

  She indulged in the longest slurping session known to mankind. By the time she placed the drink back into the nearby cup holder, her head ached from the resulting brain freeze. Wincing, she massaged her temples. One glance aimed in Beau’s direction verified that her plan had worked. He was staring at her intently. Expectantly.

  Pretending she didn’t notice the rapid rise and fall of his chest, she gestured toward his uneaten meal. “If you’re not going to finish the rest of your tacos mind if I take them home? It’ll save me having to scrounge up something for lunch tomorrow.”

  It took him a second to nod—as if processing her question had been an epic struggle. She took the plastic bag and made a show of tying the handles into a tidy little bow. Once that task was done, she folded her hands in her lap and stared out the windshield like she found the graffiti spray painted on the opposite cement block wall immensely fascinating.

  “Al?”

  She kept her focus glued straight ahead.

  “Al.”

  Feigning distraction, she blinked at Beau. “Hm?”

  “Finish your story.”

  “My story?”

  He growled. “Are you deliberately trying to be a cock tease?”

  “I don’t know. Is it working?”

  Groaning, he leaned down and conked his forehead on the leather-wrapped steering wheel repeatedly. Once he’d gotten that out of his system, he turned toward her, all furious, growly, and too unbelievably sexy for words. “Don’t ever do that to me again.” He emphasized his point by jabbing his finger close to her chin. “J
ust because we’re friends and you can trust me doesn’t mean it’s a good idea to go all pornacopia on me. Damn it, I’m same as any other guy out there, Al. Talk of orgasms, clits, and cocks is gonna get to me.”

  “Duly noted.”

  Temper flashed in his eyes. “I mean it. Can it with the dirty talk.”

  She shrugged. “Okay.”

  His expression hinting that he was still highly suspicious of her potential future shenanigans, he shifted into reverse and backed out of the space. The short drive to her apartment was tense. She ignored the chaotic leapfrogging of her pulse and hummed along with the rock tune filtering through the speakers. Beau braked to a stop in front of the snow-covered walkway leading to her section of the Lakeside Villa apartments and cleared his throat. “It’s best if we pretend none of that conversation took place. And for the love of God, don’t repeat a word of it to Van.”

  “Any word? Or just the ones that start with c? You know, like clits, cocks, and cunnilingus?”

  The strangled sound she was growing so enamored of tore from Beau again. “All of them, Al.”

  “Okie Doke. Well, thanks again for the lift and the tacos.” She released her seatbelt and closed her fingers around the door handle. “Oh and far as the ending of my story goes? The three of us reach the big finale together. One huge mind-blowing, eye-rolling, bone-melting explosion of ecstasy. I plan to reenact it in about ten minutes when I’m lying in bed with my vibrator—the one I’ve affectionately dubbed Big Beau.” Blowing him a kiss, she snatched her bag of leftovers and jumped out of the SUV, nudging the door shut with her hip. She didn’t need to glance over her shoulder to verify that he was likely still gaping at her with his jaw hanging all the way down in his lap.

  Hugging her newfound wickedness tight, she grinned and sashayed in the direction of her apartment building.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Driving home with a killer case of blue balls? Dead opposite of a good time.

  Grimacing, Beau attempted to focus on the road instead of the lack of circulation in his briefs. Little good it did. Even with the accumulating snow requiring the majority of his attention, thoughts of Allie and her enticing fantasies continued to slip through the cracks.

  Shit, she pulled a fast one on him all these years making him believe she was shy, demure, and innocent. The naughty temptress who’d given him a dirty earful? Hell, she’d blown his fucking mind.

  Without warning, her tantalizing words echoed through his brain. “Then you get firm with me. Demanding. No matter how much I fight it, you’re determined to send me over the edge, until I’m coming like crazy all over your soft, wet tongue.”

  If it’d been her goal to leave him completely poleaxed and unbearably aroused, she’d succeeded by a landslide.

  He wouldn’t be able to look at her without mentally replaying every second of their provocative conversation. The devious minx probably knew that full well and was likely rubbing her hands together in gleeful anticipation of making him sweat some more the next time she saw him.

  How the living fuck was he supposed to handle things between them now? He’d meant what he said. Giving in to his desire for her wasn’t an option. Not if he wanted to keep his friendship with Eric—and his teeth—in place.

  Then there was the additional complication of her wanting Van too. Holy hell. He’d never shared a woman before in his life. And the notion of doing so with Van, of all people?

  Yeah, don’t even act like that doesn’t turn you on, you perverted motherfucker. He grunted at his all-too-astute inner voice.

  His own twisted fantasies about Van aside, the prospect of two Doms sharing a woman was likely a disaster waiting to happen. Too much jockeying for control and all of that bullshit. Besides, it was a moot point. Totally out of the question. Allie was off limits. End of story.

  “Oh and far as the ending of my story goes. The three of us reach the big finale together. One huge mind-blowing, eye-rolling, bone-melting explosion of ecstasy.”

  She was going to be the death of him.

  He parked in his spot behind the gym, right next to Van’s truck. The occasional multicolored flicker of lights strobing through Beau’s upstairs loft window announced that Van was still homesteading the couch and flat screen. No doubt he expected a recap of events from Beau.

  Like that’s gonna fucking happen.

  He’d scoot Van out the door so he could process the night’s insane turn of events without the added distraction of Van clouding the issue. Dragging a hand over his jaw, Beau glanced at the dashboard. The clock’s glowing red numerical display snagged his eye. It was exactly ten minutes since he’d dropped Allie off.

  “I plan to reenact it in about ten minutes when I’m lying in bed with my vibrator—the one I’ve affectionately dubbed Big Beau.”

  A solid whop of lust sucker punched him. Snuffing a groan, he readjusted the snug placement of his fly. “Get a grip, man. She was only pulling your leg.”

  Wasn’t she?

  Damn it. What if she’d been telling the truth? What if she was right this very moment naked and spread-eagled on her bed, working Big Beau into her pussy? Her hips arching off the mattress, the slick, succulent sounds of her wetness filling the air?

  Shit. Gritting his teeth, he slammed his head back against the seat rest and balled his fists. His cock throbbed like a sonofabitch against his zipper. If he didn’t do something about it within the next thirty seconds, he’d self-combust—bad news for his recently detailed interior. There was also no way in hell he’d hold on to his patience long enough to boot Van out of the apartment.

  Which meant he was going to have to take matters into his own hand—literally—right fucking here.

  Yeah, this is what it’d come to. Him about to jack off in his car. His mom would be so proud.

  Note to self—not a good time to be thinking about mom. Grimacing, he unclicked his seatbelt and shrugged out of the shoulder strap. Shooting another covert glance toward the upstairs window to reassure himself that Van wasn’t going anywhere, he popped open the glove box and yanked a couple of tissues from the dispenser while he wrestled with his zipper. A second later, his fist enclosed his dick and a shudder rolled through him in tandem with his groan.

  Given his less than private location, squeezing out a fast one would have been the logical approach. But the tantalizing image of Allie squirming on her vibrator stalled any thoughts of racing to the finish line. Even the knowledge that he was soaking in an erotic mental soup flavored with the prime ingredient he was supposed to be abstaining from didn’t stop him from indulging in a big, decadent bite. Gliding his hand along his shaft, he closed his eyes and let the pleasure thrum through him. In his mind’s eye, Allie’s fingers trailed down her abdomen, the delicate muscles beneath her creamy skin quivering. Her fingertip hovered over her clit, a teasing promise.

  Do it, baby. Rub your sopping wet clit while you think about me. He pumped his fist toward the head of his cock, the slipperiness of his precome aiding his motions. On the tail end of his stroke, he gave a slight corkscrew twist, the accompanying flex of his hips ensuring the sensitive underside of his cockhead grazed over the tight tunnel he’d made of his thumb and forefinger. A moan joggled loose from his chest.

  He superimposed the image of Allie with a new one—her straddling his face, furiously riding his tongue while Van fucked her from behind. Hard and deep. From this angle, he could see every pink glistening fold of her pussy clinging to Van’s pistoning cock.

  That singular visual fantasy was enough to do him in. Two slick pumps of his fist, and he came with a fierce shudder and a soft curse, his cock spurting endlessly until he swore he’d been drained dry for life.

  Heart knocking like crazy and guilt a tangible presence poking between his shoulder blades, he quickly wiped himself clean with the tissues and refastened his jeans. After killing the engine, he let himself in the back door of the gym. He detoured to the men’s locker room and disposed of the incriminating evidence of his tempo
rary downfall. Once he’d washed up, he retraced his steps and took the metal stairway to the second floor. The noisy soundtrack of an action flick filtering through the wall immediately bombarded him.

  Hauling in a deep breath, he pushed open the door and stepped inside the spacious, brick-walled studio loft he called home. As predicted, Van’s ass was parked on the couch. Tearing his focus from the movie playing on the flat panel, Van crooked his arm on the back of the sofa and inspected Beau. “Took you long enough to get back.”

  “Didn’t realize I had a curfew.”

  Van grunted. “Still don’t know why you didn’t let me pick her up. Coulda did it on my way home.”

  He wasn’t about to let that opening slip him by. “Speaking of home, you might want to hit the road now before it gets any worse out.”

  Rather than take the bait, Van stretched his legs in front of him, making himself extra comfy, the fucker. “You anxious to get rid of me for some reason?”

  “No,” Beau lied between his teeth.

  Van’s dark gaze adopted an invasive quality as it continued to drill into Beau. “So how is Al doing?”

  “Fine.” He must have said it too quickly, too enthusiastically, because Van’s eyebrows snapped low.

  Aiming the remote at the television, Van lowered the booming decibel of the surround sound. “Did she say something to you about earlier this afternoon?”

  Earlier this afternoon? Fuck. Did Allie have a similar conversation with Van before he dropped her off at work? Come to think of it, Van had acted unusually evasive and quiet when he returned to the gym. Unsure how to field the question, Beau shrugged from his coat and tossed it on the La-Z-Boy recliner. “Not particularly.”

  “Well, did she seem upset by my boneheaded response to her offer?”

  Her offer? What the hell did that mean? Beau mentally stalled on Allie’s incredibly sexy threesome fantasy. Shit, maybe she did tell Van about it. Possibly even tossed out the potential of turning it into a reality. Maybe that whole episode on the way to her apartment had been her feeling him out on the subject.