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  They waved from the doorway as the trio went down the stairs. When Scott pulled out his car keys, Sasha promptly plucked them out of his fingers and tucked them into her purse.

  “I’ll drive,” she announced. “You had one too many beers at dinner.”

  “I didn’t have any more than Adam did,” he argued good-naturedly. “And you’re letting him drive once we take him back to his car.”

  They reached the side of her truck, and Sasha hesitated before opening the driver’s side door. “Huh. You’re right.” She looked back at Adam. “Where are you staying tonight? I’ll drop you off there instead.”

  “I’m not. I mean, I didn’t plan to stay in town tonight. I just stopped to buy some food and stretch my legs. But I guess you can drop me off at the nearest hotel.”

  Scott laughed. “You remember where you are, right? There is no nearest hotel.”

  “And you’re not driving,” Sasha added. She and Scott exchanged a quick glance, but the fading light made it impossible to read. “You can stay at our place tonight. I’ll take you over to Rosco’s in the morning then.”

  This did not seem like a good plan to Adam. He wasn’t sure how he could tolerate being in their home all night long. But, on the other hand, chances were good that Scott and Sasha would take advantage of the fact Colette was staying with her grandmother. In which case, Adam could get a little audio accompaniment to his fantasies.

  “I don’t want to impose or anything.”

  Sasha smiled as she opened the truck door. “Nope, no imposition. It’ll be fun for us to hang out with a grown-up with a brain for a change.”

  Adam hesitated, realizing they meant for him to crawl into the cab of the truck and sit between them. Scott gave him a light nudge, and he stepped up into the truck and slid to the middle of the seat. Scott followed him, and they sat shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh. He curled his hand into a fist to keep from resting it on Scott’s leg.

  Sasha climbed in, and though her body wasn’t quite as solid as her husband’s, Adam felt it just as acutely. She brushed against his arm when she stuck the keys in the ignition, touched him again when she shifted into reverse, then pressed her thigh against his once they were on the road and she’d shifted yet again.

  “We’ve got limes, right, Scott?”

  “I think so. Why?”

  The slight shrug of her shoulder scraped across Adam’s. “We’re in for the night. I thought it might be nice to break out the tequila.”

  Adam’s ears perked up at the mention of tequila. He did not drink it often, but tequila shots were one of his favorite things. He enjoyed it so much, he even thought the inevitable hangover was worth it.

  “Oh, yeah, we should. I still have that bottle I bought a few months ago. That stuff goes down so smooth, it’s like drinking water.”

  The truck bounced over a pothole, and Adam couldn’t help but notice the way Sasha’s breasts moved. “How far away do you live?”

  “Just a few miles up the road.”

  Scott smiled. “Close enough for Mom to come visit when she wants, far enough that we’ve got advance warning to hide the evidence before she arrives.”

  “Like there’s anybody even worth hiding in this town,” Sasha muttered.

  Something electric moved through Adam’s blood. “Do you two…often have evidence to hide?”

  Sasha glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, before navigating onto a narrow strip of road. “Not anymore. One of the perils of parenthood, unfortunately.”

  On his other side, Scott shifted, angling his body so that his hand settled on Adam’s knee. “You don’t mind keeping us company tonight, do you?”

  Adam stared at Scott’s hand with relief—finally contact that could not be ignored. “You’re not talking about having a few drinks and chatting about the weather and the price of oil these days, right?”

  “Well, the drinks were a valid offer.” He tilted his head to gaze past Adam at Sasha, a hungry gleam in his eyes. “Weren’t they?”

  Adam barely noticed as they pulled into a wide driveway, leading up to a two-story white farmhouse set away from the road. He was too busy watching Sasha, and the answering smile that curved her mouth.

  “Turn down the offer of tequila body shots?” She killed the engine and faced both men. “Do I look stupid to you?”

  Adam’s arousal had waned over dinner, and he kept it in check after dinner, but the thought of taking shots off Sasha’s lithe, long-limbed body was just too much for him. His cock hardened, his fingertips tingled, and his blood warmed.

  “No, you don’t look stupid,” Adam murmured. “And I’d love to keep you company tonight.”

  The flush of her immediate smile took him by surprise, but no more so than the hard squeeze of Scott’s hand before it disappeared. “Let’s move this inside then,” Scott said. He climbed out, waiting for Adam to follow before slamming the door shut. It gave Sasha time to come around the front of the truck, and before he knew it, he was penned between her and Scott, walking up to the house.

  The interior was cluttered, books stacked haphazardly on shelves surrounding the large TV, a computer prominently displayed at a corner desk. Scott didn’t linger in the living room, leading the way to the kitchen, and went straight for the refrigerator, pulling it open to go hunting for limes.

  Sasha went to a cupboard near the stove. “Thank God, Ida took Colette for the night. I hate listening to her bitch about how loud we are.”

  Adam couldn’t help but shiver and wonder which God was smiling down on him that night. The comment would have been enough to make him happy if he thought he was going to spend the night alone. But Adam liked nothing more than vocal partners—and the more vocal they were, the better he liked it.

  Scott emerged from the fridge, triumphantly holding two limes. “You know Mom would take her every night if we asked.”

  Sasha rummaged through the cupboard until she found a shot glass. “And let Ida stuff her with sweets and cookies and stay up all night? No thanks. You know, that’s probably why you turned out like you did.”

  “You love the way I turned out. Where’s the salt?”

  “The same place the salt always is,” Sasha said, handing the shaker to him.

  “Let’s go upstairs.”

  Scott led Adam to the second floor and paused outside a closed door. Adam was expecting a bedroom on the other side, but it turned out to be some sort of den. The floor was free from clutter, and a couple of well-worn, but plush couches were set up on either side of an entertainment center.

  Scott ignored the couches to fold himself into a sitting position on the floor, his back braced against the nearest sofa. “I’m not sure I even remember the last time we did this.” His eyes shone when they met Adam’s. “Thank God you got hungry today.”

  Sasha settled beside her husband and put the tequila on the floor between them. After hesitating a moment, Adam sat with his back against the other couch, facing them. Once again, he was struck by how stunning the two of them were together. They complimented each other perfectly, and for a moment, Adam wished he had met them a decade earlier. How beautiful must they have been then?

  “More like, thank God I got hungry for real food and not McCrap. And I’ll definitely make it a point to help little old ladies from now on.”

  Sasha rolled her eyes. “Ida’s not helpless,” she said as she peeled off the T-shirt she wore. She did it casually, like a woman comfortable in her own skin, completely unaware of how she looked sitting there all tawny flesh and full breasts. The lace on her bra looked even whiter where it strained over the golden swells, and the dusky tip of her nipple peeked through the delicate design. “But in this case, I’m not going to hold it against her.”

  Adam knew it was impolite to stare, but nothing short of the hand of God would force him to look away from Sasha’s body. She didn’t look like any doctor—or mother—Adam had ever met. In any other venue, such open appreciation of another man’s wife would earn a fist t
o the face, but Scott didn’t seem to mind.

  “Then why did she insist I help her?”

  “Because she realized you were a stranger, and wanted to invite you to a nice, home-cooked dinner.” Scott opened the bottle of tequila and poured a shot. “But would you have agreed to come home with her if she had just simply invited you?”

  “No. Probably not.”

  “And then you wouldn’t have met us, and you’d be stuck on the road, probably wishing you were anywhere but in your car in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere,” Sasha finished. Stretching her legs out in front of her, she leaned her neck against the couch so that her back was angled, her breasts thrust into full view. She plucked one of the lime slices and smiled at Adam. “And isn’t this nicer than that?”

  There was no way to reply to that. Adam’s throat was tight as he watched her place the lime between her lips, a small drop already trickling down her chin. When Scott handed him the tequila and the shot glass, he poured it automatically, hypnotized by the way Scott bent over Sasha’s breast and licked a wet path along the upper curve. The salt pebbled her skin, making Adam’s mouth water. He wanted to be the one licking it away, the one knocking back the tequila, the one slamming his mouth to hers to suck away the lime juice. Even the temptation to lean forward and kiss away the remaining droplets clinging to Scott’s lips was almost too much to resist.

  Sasha’s eyes were black, her nipples hard and visible through her bra. “What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?”

  Adam cleared his throat, but his voice still sounded a bit hoarse when he spoke. Scott settled back against the couch, his tongue darting out to catch a bit of alcohol lingering on his lips.

  “This. Definitely. I’ve gone home with people a few times, but I’ve never done anything like this.” He looked down to the shot in his hand and wondered if they expected him to take his turn with Sasha.

  “We used to do this all the time.” It was Scott’s turn to shed his shirt, though there was nothing hiding the musculature of his chest when he tossed away his garment. “You’re just the kind of guy that always drove us craziest.”

  That seemed fair enough, because Scott was just the sort of man that always caught Adam’s attention. He clearly did not spend his whole life sitting behind a computer—his body betrayed hours of either exercise or physical labor. A trail of hair disappeared into his waistband, and Adam wanted to follow it with his tongue.

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re the kind of guy who doesn’t miss a thing.” Scott poured out more tequila, his long fingers captivating where they curled around the bottle. “The one standing at the edge of the floor drinking it all in.” Picking up one of the lime slices, he leaned forward and slid it into Adam’s mouth, Sasha’s eyes tracking every inch of the movement. “The one who made us work to get his attention.” He wet a fresh spot on Sasha’s stomach, and salted it. “The one who always made it worth it.”

  Sasha groaned out loud when Scott licked the salt away. With his pulse pounding in his ears, Adam watched him toss back the shot, then grab Adam’s shirt front, yank him forward, and slam their mouths together.

  The sour lime juice erupted between their lips, and he smelled the barest hint of tequila beneath the sharper citrus. Adam wanted to spit the lime away and seek out the hot, salty curves of Scott’s mouth. The contact only lasted for a few seconds, but Adam’s head was spinning.

  Scott’s eyes were bright when he pulled away and Adam pulled the lime from his lips. “I think I need a shot.”

  “Shirts off, first,” Sasha announced. “House rule.”

  Scott shook his head. “More like a Sasha rule.”

  “You like it.”

  “I love it, but at least admit it’s because you want to see him without his shirt on.”

  Adam felt her gaze swing heavily back to him, sweeping down his body to linger on the line of his erection. “Well, his shirt will do for now,” she said.

  It would have been much easier to begin stripping if he had some tequila in his system, but he didn’t hesitate to grip the bottom of his shirt and yank it over his head. He tossed it aside, and tried not to feel self-conscious as they both stared at him.

  “Now can I have that drink?”

  Picking up the bottle, Sasha slid across the gap so that she sat right next to him. “So why’d you say yes to us?” Taking away the shot glass, she filled it to the rim, but when several droplets splashed over the side onto his stomach, she bent down and sucked them away. “Don’t you want to get as far from New York as you can?”

  His skin burned where her mouth had touched him. Adam wasn’t sure he needed a reason to go home with two very attractive, willing people, but he understood why she was asking.

  “Six hundred miles seems to be a good distance for now. Nobody is chasing me out of New York, if that’s what you’re wondering. I said yes for the company.”

  A devilish gleam appeared in her eyes. “Ida and Colette could have been company.”

  “I like your company better. Besides…” His gaze darted to Scott and he licked his lips, like he could still taste the other man. “Usually when I check out a guy I like, his wife does not approve.”

  Scott grabbed the salt and limes, and prowled forward, just as Sasha had just done. “Lucky for Sasha that I’m not the only one you’re checking out then,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “It’s been a long time since she’s had two cocks in her. At least we’ve got a strap-on she can use on me when I’m dying for a cock in my ass.”

  Adam shivered, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. There were too many options to consider—fucking Sasha, fucking Scott, begging Scott to fuck him, begging Sasha to fuck him.

  He gently touched Sasha’s chin, forcing her to expose her neck to him. He licked the skin just below her ear, and they both moaned at the contact. Her skin was salty and tangy, and Adam knew he would need to sample every inch of it before the night was over. He downed the full shot glass, hissing as the alcohol burned his tongue, the back of his throat, and his stomach. Heat rushed through him, and the liquor immediately went to his head.

  Scott already had the lime in his mouth, and Adam didn’t hesitate to yank him forward and seal their lips together. The lime juice made his eyes water and stung his mouth. By the time he lifted his head, his pants felt too tight and the floor seemed to dip beneath him.

  “You do top, don’t you?” Sasha’s sultry whisper was right in his ear, her hand hot where it smoothed over his chest. “I love watching Scott get fucked. He goes all pink where the blood rushes to his skin.”

  “That’s my wife,” Scott rasped. “Always interested in the anatomical reaction.”

  “I top. I bottom. I can do anything you want me to do.”

  Her nails scraped across his nipple, while Scott ran his hand up Adam’s thigh. “Good, because Sasha’s not the only one who loves to watch. You fuck her, I fuck you…” His fingertips grazed Adam’s cock. “Everybody’s happy.”

  Adam followed their lead, and reached out to touch Scott’s smooth skin and muscled chest that he’d been thinking about all night. It was the most tentative of contact, but it sent fresh electricity up Adam’s arm. He agreed with Scott. It sounded like a perfect equation for happiness. He was relieved that Sasha and Scott apparently knew exactly what they wanted from him. He just wanted to turn himself over to them.

  “When was the last time you’ve done something like this?”

  Sasha sighed, and her hot breath washed over his neck. “Not since leaving Raleigh,” she said. “Too long.”

  Scott popped the button on Adam’s jeans. “Nobody expected me to come home with a wife and kid.” After pulling down the zipper, his hot hand reached in and pulled out Adam’s length, fisting it once as he hungrily licked his lips. “Everybody here knows how much I like cock.”

  “Enough to swallow it down if you tell him to,” Sasha whispered. The tip of her tongue traced Adam’s ear, darting in for a frac
tion of a second to make him shiver. “You’re not really going to deny him this when he’s gone so long without it, are you?”

  Adam shook his head, but realized Scott was not looking at him. It wouldn’t be enough to merely gesture. He would need to tell Scott exactly what he wanted.

  “It’s been too long for me, too. I haven’t even had a date since…” Adam swallowed hard and licked his dry lips. “Scott…please swallow me down. All of it. All the way.”

  Scott didn’t need to be told twice. His dark head bent, his strong profile visible as he parted his lips and sucked the head inside his mouth. Adam gasped at the tight suction, but there wasn’t time to adjust to the fresh electricity shooting through his groin before Scott was sliding down, down, down, lips tight around his shaft. The tip nudged the back of Scott’s throat for a split second before Scott lowered his jaw farther, and he reached inside Adam’s jeans to cup his balls as he buried his nose into the blond hair at the root of Adam’s cock.

  Adam sighed and dropped his head back. Sasha immediately claimed his lips with her hot mouth. Her long nails scraped down his chest, stinging him, as her tongue tangled around his. He reached up with one hand to hold her in place, and his other went to the back of Scott’s hair. He curled his fingers against Scott’s scalp, flexing each time Scott’s throat constricted around his sensitive tip.

  Scott’s hands were rough with calluses, his grip almost bruising. He kneaded Adam’s sac, slipping a thumb down the crack of his ass in order to seek out his hole. Adam jumped at the initial contact, but Sasha’s mouth fused to his, stealing any cries he might have made at the welcome intrusion. Her hand slid down his stomach, and she trapped the root of his cock between her index and middle fingers, holding him in place for Scott to swallow down.

  His lips felt swollen when she finally broke away for air. Hers looked more so.

  “Fuck his face,” she said. “He really is a slut for it, and it’s been too long since he’s had a good mouthful like yours.”

  Adam tightened his grip on the back of Scott’s head, forcing him to hold still, his lips wrapped around Adam’s crown. He pushed his hips up slowly, easing his cock deeper into Scott’s waiting mouth. The subsequent strokes were just as slow, but Scott looked at him through his lashes with hungry, impatient eyes, and he felt the tension in Sasha’s body as she watched each measured thrust. With a harsh groan, he began moving faster, snapping his hips with quick jerks.