Just This Once (Just Us Series Book 1) Page 3

  It’s pure desire.

  No, it can’t be. It’s been seven years since I saw him last, maybe I’m just not as good at interpreting his facial expressions as I was.

  I convince myself that I didn’t see what I think I did as the two men slide into the sleek two-seater sports car. Once he’s settled in, I carefully climb into Adam’s lap. With his chest pressed against my back, I feel his heartbeat like a second pulse thrumming through me.

  To my amusement, I’m not the only one suddenly feeling a little awkward. Adam can’t seem to figure out where to put his hands, and I almost want to giggle, seeing him position them and reposition them. Finally, he rests one on the door handle and the other on my thigh. “This ok?” he whispers, and I nod.

  The heat of his touch on my bare skin tingles, and I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter. Dante tosses a grin my way. “Hang on tight,” he says, and when his foot hits the accelerator, I can’t help but squeal.

  And Dante seems to get a kick out of driving like a fucking maniac, which leads to Adam having to snake his arms around my waist and hold me in place. It sets a fire under my skin and I squirm a little, trying to adjust. When I do, I realize that either Adam has a flashlight in his pants or he’s hard.

  Curious, testing, I shift a little again and I hear a familiar, sharp intake of breath from Adam that makes my nipples harden immediately.

  I glance at Dante, but he’s focused on the road. Which is probably for the best, considering that he’s driving eighty miles an hour.

  The drive is quiet, but brief, and soon we’re pulling into the driveway of an incredible house. I let out a low whistle. “Wow.”

  Adam chuckles. “Yeah, I did pretty well for myself,” he says sheepishly as Dante parks the car.

  The three of us pile out of the car and I don’t miss Adam trying to discreetly adjust his erection.

  “Come on, we’ll give you the tour,” Dante says, leading me inside.

  The house is almost bordering on mansion status, and I’m in awe. It’s beautiful, and I can see traces of each of their personalities in every room. This house might be huge and fancy, but it’s still somehow a home.

  The hallway is decked out with pictures of them, both together and apart. To my surprise, my prom picture with Adam is even hanging on their wall. I wince a little at the sight of the carefully pinned cotton-candy-colored updo. While the bright colors had been fun, that particular shade of pink had been a mistake.

  Near that, I see a picture of a scrawny teenage boy and a smiling brunette in a red dress and Coke-bottle glasses, and I wonder if it’s a relative until I look closer and recognize the smile. My jaw drops. “Is that you?” I ask Dante in shock.

  “Yep,” he says, looking at the picture.

  It’s the first time all night I’ve seen the smile fall from his face. “I was a pretty nerdy kid,” he says, “And that was my best friend. Her boyfriend had just moved away, so she didn’t have anyone to take her and I took her to cheer her up.”

  His expression darkens. “Not ten minutes after this was taken, I was out behind the building getting my ass kicked and getting thrown in a dumpster.”

  My heart breaks for him and I reach out and take his hand. “I’m so sorry.”

  He shrugs. “It was a long time ago.”

  “That’s so vile,” I say, looking at the picture and feeling a whirlwind of sadness and anger pass through me, “There’s still no reason to lay a hand on another human being. Ever.”

  He looks at me with an intense expression, searching my face.

  Adam probably would have told him if I’d been bullied, but it was after Adam that I got my first taste of violence.

  I can’t stand the questioning looks they’re both giving me and I cave.

  “So,” I admit, “You know how I was telling you guys that I just moved?”

  They both nod. “Well, I needed to get my own place to get away from an abusive ex after he put me in the hospital.”

  “What?” Adam’s face turns dark with rage and I put my hands up.

  “He’s in jail, and I’m all healed up,” I say, hoping to placate him.

  I’m a little touched by his response, though. He always was protective.

  “He pushed me down the stairs and I hit my head,” I continue, turning around and lifting the top layer of hair, revealing the patch that had been shaven away to give me stitches.

  I hear Dante swear and Adam growl.

  When I turn back around, Dante puts a hand on my shoulder, his expression intense. “There’s no excuse for violence,” he says, echoing my sentiments from before, “You’re right. I’m glad you got out and you’re safe now.”

  My eyes burn and for one horrible, embarrassing moment, I’m afraid I might cry, but I suck in a deep breath and force the tiniest of smiles. “Yep. It’s all behind me,” I say, injecting brightness into my voice.

  “So, let’s see the rest of this place!” I hook an arm through each of theirs, trying desperately to lighten the mood and chase away any memories of the asshole.

  They seem to pick up on my desperate need for a subject change and Dante seems to come back to life, smiling and charming me again as he leads me from room to room.

  I quickly forget about the dark thoughts as I explore their house, and soon the three of us are laughing and talking again, and even the weirdness of being around Adam seems to dissipate. I just feel at home with them.

  “And finally,” Dante says as he leads me to the last unexplored room, “Drumroll please?”

  Adam’s imitation of a snare drum is terrible and Dante and I both laugh before Dante dramatically opens the door. “Our bedroom.”

  My heart flutters like a hummingbird trapped in my chest as they lead me in. The bed is enormous and inviting, and Dante flops down unceremoniously on his back. He stretches and his untucked shirt rides up, revealing the hard lines of his abs.

  Whoa. Adam and I are both staring at him a little. “Close your mouths,” he quips, grinning, “You’re both drooling.”

  I blush bright red. “I didn’t- I’m not- I’m sorry,” I stutter.

  He sits up. “Don’t be. Nothing wrong with appreciating art.”

  Adam rolls his eyes. “Did I mention how modest he is?”

  “That’s a shame, most places won’t let you touch the art,” I quip, then realize what I’ve said, “I mean, not that I was going to- I meant that, um, Adam, could-“

  Dante gets to his feet and makes his way over to me while I’m stammering, standing dangerously close and making my heart start racing again.

  He presses a finger over my lips, silencing my rambling. “This isn’t a museum,” he murmurs, his voice husky.

  My heart is slamming against my ribcage so hard I swear they must be able to hear it. My eyes flit over to Adam, expecting rage, but instead, he’s watching us hungrily.

  My brain feels like it’s short-circuiting, I can’t put together a coherent thought. I can’t believe what’s happening right now, it doesn’t feel real.

  But when Dante leans down and brushes his lips over mine, I know I can’t be dreaming. The heat that floods through me is too intense to be anything but real. His hands grip my hips and pull me closer, and I can feel his hard-on pressed against me.

  I make no effort to stop him, drowning in him, and when he finally pulls away, I’m breathless. Then, I hear Adam say two words that make my heart skip a beat:

  “My turn.”

  I’m spun around into Adam’s arms, and there’s no drawn-out lead-up, he just bends down and kisses me, hard.

  The kiss feels like time travel, taking me right back to every single kiss we’d shared when we were together.

  But at the same time, it feels brand-new, searing through me like fire. My head is spinning, my heart is pounding, and I’ve never been so turned on in all my life. Finally, he releases me and I’m left panting and stunned.

  “So I’m going to cut to the chase here, Lacey,” Dante says, his voice a smooth purr
that makes me shiver, “Adam and I have been talking for a long time about bringing a beautiful girl into our bed, and we want it to be you.”

  Chapter Six

  Lacey

  I’m momentarily speechless, and I’m sure I just hallucinated Dante’s words, but my lips are still tingling from their kisses. I look at Adam and see that same burning desire in his expression, and I know that even if I wanted to, there’s no way I could resist another night with Adam.

  And that’s all it could be. Just one night. Just this once. I’m leaving in a few days anyway, and maybe this is what I need. Maybe just one night will get him out of my system and banish any memory of the asshole.

  “Are you in?” Adam asks, brushing a lock of my hair away from my face.

  I can’t speak, breathless and trembling, but I nod.

  The two of them waste no time. Dante’s mouth claims mine again while Adam works at the zipper of my dress. My hands are just as fervent, working at the buttons on Dante’s shirt.

  Everything devolves into a clumsy fumble of hands and mouths as the three of us strip each other naked. They push me down onto the bed and while Dante slips his tongue into my mouth, Adam cups one of my breasts and flicks the tip of his tongue over my nipple, making me gasp.

  I’d forgotten how fucking good his mouth feels. He’s always known just how to touch me, just how to taste me to make me scream.

  He pulls the sensitive little bud between his lips and sucks on it. I moan into Dante’s mouth and I feel one of his hands slowly sliding up my inner thigh. I tremble in anticipation as his hand ventures higher until finally he runs a long finger teasingly along the length of my slit.

  My hips twitch and I whimper with need. Every nerve feels wide awake and electrified and I’m so wet and ready for them, aching to be touched.

  As his lips move from mine down my chest to my other breast, Dante’s fingers dip between my folds, stroking and teasing every inch of me, coaxing desperate moans and whimpers from me. When he flicks his tongue over my nipple and plunges a finger into my pussy, I cry out.

  It’s been a long time since anyone else has touched me, and I’d forgotten how good

  Together, both of them use their talented tongues to tease my nipples while Dante fucks me with his fingers. “Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in the sheets.

  Pleasure washes over me in waves, building fast. “Oh, God, don’t stop,” I beg, breathless, “I’m so close!”

  Dante’s pace quickens, driving into me faster and faster until pure pleasure crests over me and I’m screaming and writhing in orgasm, seeing stars. As I slowly come down from the pleasure, I see Dante offering his dripping fingers to Adam, who licks and sucks them clean of my juices.

  “How’s she taste, baby?” Dante asks him.

  Adam licks his lips and stares into my eyes, making me shiver. “Delicious.”

  Dante’s lips curl into a wicked smile. “Is that so? Maybe I should take a taste for myself.”

  I don’t have time to take a breath before he buries his face between my thighs, plunging his tongue into my folds and making me gasp. “Oh, fuck!”

  The pleasure is white-hot, so intense it almost hurts as his tongue dutifully explores every inch, lighting every nerve on fire and making me quiver and moan. I reach down and tangle my fingers in his hair as he devours my pussy.

  I hear a soft grunt from beside me and glance over to see Adam watching our little show and stroking his own cock. Panting, I crook a finger at him, gesturing for him to come closer.

  I reluctantly make Dante pause so I can reposition and sit up, giving me easier access to Adam’s dick. But Dante is quick to get back to work the second I wrap my lips around the flared head of Adam’s erection.

  I flick my tongue over the salty bead of precum at the tip, relishing the taste of him. He threads his fingers through my hair, gripping a handful and tugging lightly. I moan and take more of him into my mouth, earning me another hiss of pleasure from Adam.

  Dante’s tongue glides over my clit and I whimper, pleasure building quickly. And when he does it again, I finally reach the base of Adam’s shaft, sheathing him fully in my throat. I glance up at him and he’s staring down at me with a blazing expression of need. I begin to bob my head along the length of him, swirling my tongue around the head in a way that I remember driving him wild.

  And it still works, because he groans loudly and his hips jerk. “Holy shit, Lacey,” he breathes.

  But my mind scatters to the wind as Dante sucks lightly on my clit and ecstasy washes over me in a wave of heat. My head bobs faster and faster along Adam’s shaft as I near orgasm, trying to bring him over the edge, too, but just as I’m teetering over the brink, he yanks my hair sharply and pulls my mouth off of him, panting hard.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” he whispers in my ear as I’m shuddering in release.

  I lay limp against the pillows, panting hard as I come down from the climax. “You think she’s ready for us now, Adam?” Dante asks, a teasing note in his voice.

  “Maybe,” Adam muses, the same teasing note accompanying his words, “But I’m not sure.”

  “Yes,” I blurt desperately, “Yes, please, fuck me,” I beg.

  Dante quirks an eyebrow up in surprise, then that wicked grin spreads across his lips again.

  “Lie down, Dante,” Adam orders, surprising us both.

  Dante obeys and Adam pulls a condom from their nightstand. I watch as he tenderly rolls it down Dante’s cock, stroking and teasing him as he does and making Dante groan.

  I expect the tension between the two as they stare into each other’s eyes to make me jealous. But instead, I’m surprised to find that it turns me on even more. Watching them touch each other is one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen.

  Once Dante is “suited up,” Adam turns his gaze on me. “Straddle him,” he orders.

  “Bossy,” I tease, tossing my hair and making a face at him even as I obey.

  He slaps my ass, making me yelp. “Damn right I am,” he growls in my ear, “And you’re going to listen and be a good girl for us, aren’t you?”

  I’m not used to this from Adam. Back in high school, we’d been young and inexperienced, fumbling teenagers. And even then it had been incredible. But now? Adam’s a man, forceful and dominant, and he’s right. I want to obey him.

  “Yes, sir,” I reply, my tone teasing and sassy.

  Just because I’m letting him boss me around doesn’t mean I won’t do it with a little attitude.

  Adam reaches down and positions Dante’s erection at my entrance and I tremble in anticipation, aching to feel him inside me. He leans down and his lips brush my ear. “Ride him.”

  I don’t waste time with sass and snark this time, instead I impale myself on Dante, his massive cock filling me up and making me scream in pleasure.

  He feels incredible, the heat of him buried deep inside of me, but there’s more than just pleasure. I look into his eyes, and there’s something between us that feels more intense than just sex.

  But I won’t let myself think about that yet. Instead, I’m going to focus on the moment and enjoy myself.

  Dante groans and grips my hips. “That’s right, Lace,” Adam murmurs, “You love having Dante’s cock inside your tight little pussy, don’t you?”

  “Yes, fuck, yes,” I gasp.

  “You want more, don’t you?”

  “Uh-huh,” I nod.

  “So ride him,” Adam growls, “Ride his cock hard.”

  I’m happy to oblige, riding Dante like I’m in a fucking rodeo, taking his dick deep, deep inside me and crying out in pleasure as sensation after sensation crashes over me. Dante holds my hips and pumps up into me, driving his cock so deep I see stars, and climax sneaks up and steals over me quickly.

  As I’m screaming and shaking in orgasm, Dante slides out of me, to my surprise, and then pushes me down onto my back on the bed. He pulls another condom out of the bedside drawer and I watch, panting as he
rolls it down Adam’s rod.

  “Your turn,” he says.

  Adam nods and spreads my legs, kneeling between them. When I meet his eyes, a thousand moments pass between us. I see some emotion I can’t decipher flit through his eyes, and for an instant, I feel like we’re teenagers again, fumbling virgins about to make love for the first time.

  But the moment passes and as Adam slides into me, it’s something both familiar and totally new. My eyes roll back into my head as he begins to pound into me and he bends down to kiss me.

  Suddenly, he stops and my eyes flutter open. Dante is behind Adam, and I hear the soft, wet sounds of lube being applied. I watch Adam’s face as Dante enters him, and the bliss in his expression is almost enough to make me cum again.

  But that happens a few minutes later, when Adam picks up the pace again. It doesn’t take long before another orgasm rips through me and makes me scream, my pussy clamping down around Adam like a vice and making him groan.

  Dante continues to slam into him from behind, driving him into me with every thrust, and the pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

  Their breathing grows quicker, more labored, and after a few more moments, I feel a surge of heat as Adam shoots his load into the condom between us. And judging by the shout and sharp thrust of Dante’s hips, he’s toppling over the edge into bliss, too.

  The three of us all collapse into the mountain of pillows, panting and spent. Against my better judgement, I let my eyes drift closed, and with Dante and Adam on either side of me, I drift off into oblivion.

  Chapter Seven

  Dante

  When I wake up the next morning, I find that Lacey is curled in my arms while Adam’s arms wrap around her from behind, reaching across to grab me and pull me flush against her, sandwiching her comfortably between us. And to my surprise, I’m deeply happy that she’s still here.

  I carefully brush her hair from her face, and she stays sound asleep. She really is beautiful, it’s pretty easy for me to see why Adam fell for her so hard. My gaze drifts over to the man and I can’t help but smile. His mouth is slightly open and he’s snoring quietly, holding Lacey tight against him.