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  “Interesting,” Brian replied, grinning. “I’m here for the same reason.”

  Rick’s grin stretched his face so hard it amazed him it didn’t split. “Really? Wonder if she planned this or made an error. Either way, want to—” He stopped as the receptionist returned.

  “She has one last patient to go,” she said breathlessly as if she had been running to find the doctor. “She’ll see you,” she faltered, and glanced at Brian and back to him. The redness crept into her face and moved down her neck and chest. He grinned again. Her thoughts were written all over her face.

  “It’s okay,” he said smoothly as if she hadn’t stopped midsentence. “I can wait.”

  He sauntered over to the seat next to Brian and the two of them looked at each other, then at the woman at the desk, both smiling. Her face flamed red and Rick’s already inflated ego swelled more, along with other parts of him.

  Just sitting next to Brian brought his body to life in remembrance of their night together. It shocked him a little because he and the doc had been active since then, so he wasn’t sexually deprived. He didn’t need the approval of the young blonde at the desk, but it sure felt good.

  He and Brian both sat back, their legs slightly apart, which made their knees touch. Rick enjoyed the contact and did not bother to move his leg out of Brian’s space, gratified when Brian did not move his either. They stared a little longer at the receptionist, then met each other’s gaze again and smiled.

  “How are the repairs at the hospital going?” Rick asked, feeling a light bulb go on. Of course. That’s probably how the two of them met. Just like we did.

  “Going well. The hospital has more work for my company when this remodel is finished. Board just approved. So I’ll definitely be around awhile,” Brian replied with a flirtatious smile.

  “I’m very glad to hear that,” Rick said pointedly, his voice dropping a little lower as he put sexy in his tone—for Brian and the girl. He watched her out of the corner of his eye and she had started staring at them when Brian had made his not so subtle come on. “You busy tomorrow night?”

  “Looks like I am,” Brian replied suggestively. “What time?”

  “Seven,” Rick answered. “Can we go to Red Lobster this time though? I’ve been hankering for some seafood.”

  Brian laughed. “You want seafood? You have to come over to my place. I make a mean jambalaya. Spicy and tasty. Put hair on your chest.”

  “Sounds great. You know how much I like things spicy. Wait, you don’t like my chest?” Rick teased.

  Brian laughed again. “You know I liked it just fine, boss,” he said.

  Rick laughed low, and looked down at his feet to hide the heat in his eyes. He still had fantasies of handcuffing Brian to his bed and getting called boss just brought out his fantasy of all the ways he wanted to master his lover.

  The receptionist coughed and began gathering things up, presumably getting ready to leave. Rick and Brian shared another grin. They had flustered her all right. Rick’s cock was scratching against his jeans again. Maybe he should wear a larger size when he visited Nelda or Brian.

  A woman, in what looked like late stages of pregnancy, came out and talked to the receptionist, made an appointment, and left. Then the receptionist grabbed her purse and bolted for the door. Rick and Brian did not say anything until the blonde left, locking the bolt behind her.

  “Looks like we’re trapped,” Brian said suggestively.

  “Whatever shall we do with ourselves,” Rick said, giving Brian a leer.

  “Good, it looks like you boys are getting along well,” Nelda said from the door leading to the back.

  Rick jumped a little guiltily. He carefully checked out her face for anger or disgust, but saw none. Interesting. He smiled at her and stood up, Brian right there with him. Her open mouth and rapid breathing betrayed her excitement to him. Tonight promised to be fun.

  “Why don’t you come on back,” she said, stepping to the side.

  “Who would you like first?” Rick asked.

  “Do I have to do this one at a time?” she countered.

  The men shared a look. Hell no.

  “I think we can share,” Rick said.

  “Rick and I can certainly work out a way to do this together,” Brian added.

  Nelda looked back and forth between them. “Have you two met before?”

  “We met the same day you and I met,” Rick told her. “Is that a problem?”

  “Did you both know about me then?” she asked with a touch of anger.

  “Not until I walked in the door and saw Brian here,” he replied honestly.

  Nelda dropped her lashes for a moment. “Yeah, about that, I’m sorry. I double booked. I forgot to enter either one of you into my date book. I tried to call you guys, but…” She stopped, biting her lip.

  “I don’t look at my phone while painting,” Rick said. “I didn’t see any missed calls before I left.” He pulled it out and checked. He cursed mildly. Sure enough, three missed calls and two texts. “Sorry.”

  “I left mine in the truck charging all day. Had planned on checking messages after our date.” Brian shrugged.

  “I can leave,” Rick offered.

  “You’re both here now. Come back to my office so we can…” She hesitated only a fraction of a second, but Rick thought of many naughty things in that time. “Talk.”

  Rick let Brian pass first, partly out of courtesy, partly because he wanted to stare at the ass in the form fitting jeans. From his vantage point, he got to stare at two asses with Nelda’s ensconced in a denim pencil skirt which emphasized the glorious roundness and teased him with her muscular thighs and calves through the split in the back.

  He adjusted himself through his jeans, hoping they wouldn’t turn at the wrong moment. His point of view rocked, but he didn’t need to advertise it—yet. Nelda’s office was down near the end of the building, near the back entrance. She had tasteful art on the walls of the hallway, soothing, relaxing, yet personal. He squinted at the names signed on the paintings.

  He had heard of a few of them locally, Fisher being the most prominent. Nelda and Brian were just moving through a doorway he presumed to be her office when his phone rang. He wanted to curse. Of course it rang. Why hadn’t he turned it off when he’d he had it out earlier? He checked who it was. Anne.

  He stared at his phone debating, but, in the end, answered it. “Hello.”

  “Hi, Rick,” she purred into his ear. “I’ve missed you.”

  “Hi, Anne,” he said with surprisingly little heat. Last time she had called, he had hoped she wanted to get back together. She had. Sort of. As long as he gave up his paints.

  “I’d like to get together with you tonight,” she said, still using her bedroom voice.

  “Tonight?” he asked stunned. It also surprised him at how much her voice grated against his nerves.

  “I’ve really missed you. All the other men I’ve dated are all about themselves, with very small scope of topics to talk about. You are fun and irreverent. I miss that. Your quirky sense of humor, the way you made fun of the snobs around us. The way,” she dropped her voice to an intimate level, “you made love to me. I want another chance, Rick.”

  “What about my painting?” he asked. Maybe I should give her a chance.

  She sighed grandly in his ear. “If it means that much to you, I suppose you can keep your little hobby.” Her voice had lost the sexy edge and started to sound more like Anne’s normal voice. He pulled the phone away from his ear and gave it a dirty look.

  He sure wished he could send it down the line to her. What in the hell? Did she really think he would be so excited at the prospect of being with her, he would just jump in her arms at that lukewarm—at best—acceptance of his art?

  He put the phone back up to his ear and opened his mouth to give her what for when he stopped. If she had called two weeks earlier, before he had met Nelda and Brian, would he have taken it? Maybe. It would have assuaged his ego to
have her crawling back and accepting his art, even grudgingly.

  But not now.

  Nelda and Brian had changed all that. He might not have a steady or live-in girlfriend, but he had people who found him attractive and accepted his work. He shouldn’t be more accepted by virtual strangers or friends with benefits, than a fiancé.

  “My ‘little hobby’? See?” he began angrily. “You never understood. It’s not simply a hobby. It’s me. It’s—” He sputtered to a stop. Falling into old habits would get him nowhere. “It’s more than you ever tried to understand,” he finished sadly.

  “Help me understand. Give me time. I’ll try harder. I promise.” To his ears, she sounded a little desperate now.

  “Until the next time one of your doctor buddies asks what I do for a living and you can’t even tell him I’m in school? No thanks, Anne. I’ve had enough of not being good enough. I have to go. There are people waiting for me. People I don’t want to disappoint.” He disconnected the call and turned the volume down. After a pause, he turned the phone off. He had no intentions of playing her games.

  He had better things—and people—to do tonight.

  Chapter Five

  Nelda’s nerves sang like a chorus of birds on a spring day. Pumped up and ready to experience the heat of two men, she felt suddenly shy. She turned to Brian and caught him checking out her ass and her last vestige of shyness left her.

  She sidled up to him, rubbing her body against his. She knew what he liked and put it to her advantage. Part of her wondered where Rick was, but she had anticipated the arrival of her men for too long. She wanted to play.

  Now.

  She ran her hands down Brian’s shirtfront and followed his waist to the back. Her face tilted slightly for a kiss, she closed her eyes in anticipation. He didn’t disappoint her. His arms came around and he pulled her up tighter against him. She savored the feel of her breasts pressed to his hard chest.

  Their lips met, no hesitation, only sensation. The fullness of his lips engulfed her in their sensuousness, pressing her for more. The strength of her desire stunned her into a small moan when his hand went under her shirt. When he’d pulled it out of her skirt waistband, she did not know, but his hands were gentle on her skin. The mild calluses on the pad of his hands scraped gently, sensitizing her skin even more.

  The breath on the back of her neck was the only warning she had that Rick had returned. He kissed her neck and his hands slid from behind to her front, moving under her shirt as well. Brian went wild against her mouth, plunging his tongue in and out. The men’s hands passed over each other as they moved across her torso and Brian moved his roving hands around to her back again while Rick moved them to her belly.

  Rick brought his hands up to cup her breasts, weighing them like you might a fruit you wanted to eat. She moaned again, driven beyond her comfort zone. Her body clung to Brian, Rick’s hands still on her. Having two men as tall or taller than her was a rare treat and her body soaked it up.

  Under her shirt, Rick’s hands deftly unclasped the front hooks of her silk bra and the release she felt helped her go the last step from doctor mode to sex diva. Not that she wasn’t already sinking like the Titanic into their sensual spell.

  Brian continued kissing her and Rick rubbed his palm over one nipple and held the other freed breast in the palm of his other hand. Having her bra undone with her shirt on caused the fabric to scrape against her sensitized nipple.

  Her tension mounting, she moved her hips, her body. Still they teased her, playing with her nipples. Brian’s hands moving up and down her back, pulling her shirt up higher, and giving her small touches of Rick’s shirt rubbing her back as they moved. But she wanted skin. Ready to melt, she could hardly stand any more when Rick pulled away from her back.

  He wasn’t gone long and when he returned, his bare skin rubbed against her back, Brian’s hands moved to her belly, slightly playing with her piercing, just enough to wake up those nerves as well. She gasped against Brian’s mouth as pleasure coursed through her.

  Rick nuzzled her neck and she dropped her head back on his shoulder, lifting one arm up and behind, grasping his hair as he sucked harder against her neck. Brian tore off his shirt, his hips never losing contact with hers. Rick used his pelvis to push her hips harder into Brian’s, and both men’s cocks teased her, one in front, one against her ass, causing her pussy to drip even more.

  She wanted more. She wanted to feel their bodies against her own, flesh to flesh. She thought about taking off her skirt, but that would mean letting go of Rick who currently had her near orgasm with his neck play. Her knees turned weak, and tension coiled in her belly. But then, both men pulled away.

  She stood there dazed. What had happened? It took a few moments for her lust-glazed vision to clear. Brian’s hands came back to her, unzipping her skirt. She tried to help get Brian’s pants off, but encountered Rick’s hands. He had moved behind Brian and now reached around to undo Brian’s pants. She became enamored with watching his pale hands against Brian’s darker skin. The picture was a beautiful spotlight on the moment. One she knew she would never forget.

  Rick’s slid Brian’s jeans and underwear down, and Brian’s cock, his very large, thick cock, sprang forth. She went to grasp him, but Rick beat her there. She did not let that stop her, but joined him in touching, feeling, squeezing. Her darker, more delicate hands mixed in with Rick’s lighter, stronger ones, fascinated her. Like yin and yang.

  She caressed Rick’s hands a few times. Then moved her hands up Brian’s chest, rubbing his muscles, his nipples, which hardened under her touch. She leaned forward, flicking her tongue against them and toyed with the rings. She heard Brian’s breath suck in as Rick continued his ministrations while she played with his chest.

  It slowly dawned on her that Rick had moved them, inch by inch closer to the couch while they were engrossed in touching Brian. Her skirt was partly unzipped, but not fully, and hung at her hips, along her bikini underwear.

  She stepped back from the pair and took off her shirt, her lacy bra still hanging from her shoulders. She quickly divested herself of it, then moved to her skirt. She happened to look up at the men’s faces after she had tossed her bra on her desk and caught them both staring.

  Instinctively, her hands moved as to cover herself, but then she smiled as deviousness took over. Instead of covering her nipples, she cupped her ample breasts in each hand, lifting and massaging them. She rolled the hardened nipples between her fingers, and the heat of their gaze nearly scorched her.

  Having an audience was a new experience and she lived it up. She reached both hands up to the metal clasp barrette holding her hair under control and took it out, tossing it to her desk as well. Their eyes never left her, and Rick continued touching Brian who had put his hands over Rick’s.

  She slowly played with her hair, making each movement as sensual as she knew how, bringing a lock of curls forward, then trailing her hands down, over her breasts, her stomach, playing with the ring, then to her hips where her skirt was. She undid the zipper the rest of the way, and slowly pushed the skirt over her hips, leaving the small bit of bikini lace undies in place.

  She stepped out of the pool of material at her feet, and turned so her back was to the men. She bent over, picked up her skirt, and laid it on her desk, before turning around. When she did, she found Rick pulling his own jeans and boxers off, eyes intent on her.

  The lust blazing in his and Brian’s eyes nearly scared her into stopping her strip tease, but she liked the feeling of feminine power these two men gave her too much to give it up that easy. She felt her own lust rising as Rick stood up proudly, his cock jutting out. At this rate, her juices would soon break through the dams and spill like a great flood.

  She looked back at their faces to see if they were still watching her, and they were. She put her finger through the lace band at one hip, and slid it forward, and down, rubbing her clit softly for a few moments before grasping the waist again. She started sliding h
er panties down, then turned, so her back was to them again and slid them down the rest of the way, keeping her hand on them as she sensuously moved her hips back and forth as if trying to help push the panties down.

  When bent over double, she began to pull them off, but did not get any further than that. Rick had come up behind her, partially lifting her off her feet, and laid her across her desk, chest down. She felt his hands rub down her crack to the folds of her vulva and her clit practically screamed, “Me first.”

  He slicked his fingers on her wet juices then slid his hand to her clit and rubbed for a few seconds, just enough for a tease, sending searing heat through her. She heard the sound of a wrapper while Rick still stood between her legs and assumed Brian was getting the condom. Shortly after, she felt more hands at her apex, lots of touching, soothing, as well as stroking, Rick’s heat never far from her. Then one of them parted her legs and Rick’s dick pushed into her, hard.

  He grasped her shoulders with both hands and began pumping into her. Her whole being centered on the intense pleasure of having Rick’s cock stroking her. The tension in her belly coiled tightly and she heard Rick moan. Breathlessness caught her as she tried to breathe through the lust, and consciously enjoy every second, but it felt too good.

  She gave in to the sensations rolling through her and tightened around Rick’s dick as her orgasm tore through her. She opened her mouth to let out a small scream and Brian filled it with his cock so she screamed around it. Rick didn’t let up, only pumping faster. On the opposite side of the desk as Rick, Brian held her hair in one hand and counter stroked into her mouth.

  The climax built again, tighter, spiraling, waiting for her to let it go, but she held on, wanting to stretch out the glorious feeling of being on the edge. As if Rick guessed what she was doing, he starting humping faster, not giving her a chance to catch her breath, especially with Brian in her mouth. The two of them kept up the rhythm until her body gave her no choice but to orgasm.