Just This Once (Just Us Series Book 1) Page 4

  I wonder if maybe last night was too much to ask of him. After all, it was just for one night, and now I’m going to make him lose her all over again. I feel an unpleasant weight on my chest, both from guilt and from the idea of not seeing Lacey again.

  Last night had been…otherworldly, and not just the sex, although that was fucking mind-blowing. I’d felt an immediate connection to this woman, and I could feel the lingering bond between her and Adam. I had really meant it when I told Adam that it seemed like fate had brought her to us.

  Looking at the two of them, I feel this sense of rightness. They look perfect together, but more than that, I look at them and feel this sense of possessiveness. The two of them are mine.

  With a sigh, I shake off the thoughts. Whatever happens next, I still want to treat both of them to breakfast in bed and enjoy a little more time enjoying this strange and intimate bond between us. Carefully, I disentangle myself from the both of them and slip out of bed.

  I throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and head downstairs. We actually have a housekeeper who does most of the cooking for us during the week, but we insist she enjoy her weekends off, so I do the cooking.

  I’ve always enjoyed cooking, and had done so as a kid with my mother until my dad had insisted that I stay out of the kitchen because it was a “woman’s place.”

  It’s one of many, many reasons my dad and I don’t speak anymore.

  I dig out all of the things I need to make waffles, bacon, and hash browns, and put on some music, keeping the volume low. I’m trying to focus on the task at hand and avoid letting my thoughts drift back to Lacey.

  It’s not working.

  All I can think about is last night’s intensity. The three of us just moved in sync and everything felt so fucking good, so fucking right. My cock stirs at the memories of her riding me and sucking Adam off.

  “Morning,” I hear from behind me and I jump, startled.

  I’m so used to Adam, who’s a giant muscular moose of a man and can’t move anywhere quietly, that Lacey snuck up on me without even trying.

  She’d thrown on Adam’s shirt from last night and the sight is so sexy I immediately want to tear it off of her and fuck her on the kitchen counter.

  “Sorry,” she says with a little laugh, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  “You didn’t scare me,” I correct her, “Just startled me. There’s nothing scary about you.”

  “You haven’t experienced my morning breath yet,” she quips in reply.

  I take that as an invitation and plant a kiss on her, pulling her body close to mine. She moans softly, melting into me, and I marvel at how easy it feels to just be with her.

  When I finally release her and she looks up at me, cheeks flushed and lips swollen, I grin down at her, “No morning breath here.”

  She giggles.

  “Did you sleep ok?” I ask, turning back to the task at hand.

  She hops up on the counter, and when the shirt lifts, I see that Adam’s shirt is the only thing she’s wearing. “I did, how about you?”

  I nod.

  “So,” she asks, swinging her feet back and forth, “How long have you and Adam been together?”

  “Since junior year of college,” I tell her, glancing over my shoulder at her, “But we met freshman year. We were roommates.”

  “Oh,” she says softly, her eyes widening, “So you were living with him while he and I were still…”

  I nod. “Yeah. I didn’t really get to know him until after that, though. I was dating someone else at the time and I was kind of wrapped up in some other shit.”

  I pour batter onto the waffle iron and close it.

  “Was it…was it bad? After?” she asks in a small voice.

  I turn to look at her. “Hey, look, long distance relationships fall apart all the time, don’t feel guilty about making the choice you had to. I know he doesn’t resent you for it. He was struggling, too.”

  She looks down at her hands. “I’m sorry, I’m such an asshole, I shouldn’t be talking about this,” she wipes at her face roughly, trying to hide her tears.

  “Hey…” I make my way to her and put my hands on her bare thighs.

  She looks up at me, blinking rapidly. “It’s all right,” I tell her, “I swear. You’re not bothering me or upsetting me. You can talk to me.”

  She lets out a sound that’s half giggle, half sob. “God, you’re so sweet. I feel like I can tell you anything,” she sighs shakily, “I just…I feel like I never got over him,” she admits.

  “I tried so hard, but he’s always been there at the back of my mind, but I was too scared to try and find him, and-” she tears her eyes away from mine, “Find out that he’d moved on. Fuck, you must hate me for saying all of this.”

  I grip her chin and pull her gaze back to me. “No. I don’t. You’re allowed to have feelings for him, you two have a history.”

  She lets out a little chuckle of disbelief. “You seriously don’t have a jealous bone in your body, do you?”

  I smile. “I really don’t, I’ve never been the jealous type. But I also trust Adam with my life, since I owe it all to him, so it only makes sense that I can trust him with my heart, too.”

  She looks at me with a puzzled expression. “What do you mean you owe him your life?”

  I sigh and rake my fingers through my hair. “Junior year, about a month before we got together, I tried to commit suicide,” I confess.

  Lacey covers her mouth with her hands in shock, her blue eyes massive. “I’m so sorry,” she says.

  “It was a rough time,” I admit, “I was a scrawny little shit growing up, like you saw in my prom picture. So I’d spent so many years getting beaten up that I already struggled with some mental health shit. But then my mom died, and my dad and I got into a huge fight at the funeral, and I just felt so lost,” I look away.

  “But Adam pulled me back. He’s the one who found me when I OD’ed and he saved my life, and from that moment on, we were inseparable. At first it was just friendship, and he became my gym buddy and helped me change my body and my life. But then…” I can feel the goofy grin spreading across my face, “We fell in love.”

  What I don’t admit, what I’m not sure how to admit, is that I’m beginning to wonder if the two of us might be falling for her, too. Because when she looks at me, I feel something more than just desire, although there’s plenty of that.

  Which seems crazy. I barely know her, even if I’ve heard dozens of Adam’s stories about her. But she’s turned my life upside-down and made my deepest sexual fantasies come true all within eight hours, and it’s hard not to think that my feelings go deeper than those of a one-night stand.

  “I’m glad you two have each other,” she whispers, cupping my cheek in her hand, the words shooting straight through my heart.

  I’m a little choked up, and before I say something stupid, I kiss her, gripping her hips and pulling her to the edge of the counter. She grips my face in both hands and wraps her legs around my waist. My dick springs to life, straining towards the heat at the apex of her thighs.

  I know I shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be fooling around with Lacey without Adam here, but she’s like a magnet, pulling me in.

  I tear my mouth from hers and kiss her neck, and the little gasps and moans she makes have my erection throbbing with need. I’m about to give in to my little fantasy about fucking her here on the kitchen counter when she suddenly stiffens with alarm. “Um, Dante, I think I smell smoke!”

  “Shit!” I whirl around and slam open the waffle iron, grabbing a fork and prying the charcoal briquette I’ve made this waffle into off the hot metal.

  Lacey hops off the counter and grabs the garbage can, bringing it closer so I can just drop the charred mess inside. “Thanks,” I tell her with a smile.

  She smiles brightly back. “We make a pretty good team,” she says lightly.

  “We sure did last night,” I reply with a smirk, “I think we fucked Adam into a c
oma.”

  She giggles. “Well,” she says, stepping closer to me and sliding her hands up my chest and over my shoulders until her fingers lace together at the back of my neck.

  “Maybe after we wake him up for breakfast, we could do it all over again?”

  Her voice is a mixture of seductive and hopeful, and her blue eyes glitter with excitement.

  I’m torn, because Adam and I swore it was just going to be one night, but I don’t know if I can resist this vixen. And I don’t want to. I want Adam and I to fuck her again and again and see just how many times we can make her scream.

  So I decide I’ll leave it in Adam’s hands, see if he’s on board. I smile down at Lacey. “If we can actually wake him up,” I joke, “Why don’t you go start trying while I finish making breakfast?”

  “Ooh, breakfast in bed? Damn, Adam’s spoiled!” she grins.

  You could be, too, baby girl, I think, to my own surprise. But instead I just spin her around and swat her ass. “Go get him.”

  Chapter Eight

  Adam

  I wake up to Lacey’s soft hands smoothing my hair away from my forehead. “Morning,” she whispers with a shy smile.

  “Morning,” I grunt, stretching and sitting up.

  I look around. “Where’s Dante?”

  “He’s downstairs putting together breakfast in bed for us,” she says with a grin, “You sure did score a keeper.”

  I smile. “Yeah. I really did.”

  “Listen, Adam,” she says, looking down at her hands, “I’m sorry for-“

  I cut her off with a wave of my hand. “Lace, it was a long time ago. We couldn’t be together and be hundreds of miles apart. You just faced the truth sooner than I did.”

  She nods. “I didn’t want to,” she admits in a small voice, “Sometimes I wish I never had.”

  “I know.”

  I reach out and squeeze her hand, and the look she gives me is one of gratitude and relief, and I wonder how long she’s been carrying that guilt and those feelings.

  “I still think about you,” I confess, “Every day. I love Dante with all my heart, but I never forgot you.”

  And it’s true. I love Dante, and I still want him to be my husband, but that doesn’t change my feelings for Lacey. They never died, all these years. My heart simply made room for both of them.

  But I don’t know how to tell her that, or how to tell Dante that I’m still in love with Lacey on top of being in love with him.

  The mood is lightened considerably and my racing thoughts are slowed and stilled when my fiancé sweeps into the room.

  “You actually managed to rouse him!” Dante crows as he enters, “Well done!”

  Lacey laughs and Dante sets a large tray of food on the bed. My stomach growls and I’m quick to dig into the feast. Dante and Lacey join me, but even I can sense the tension crackling between them and I wonder what happened while I was asleep.

  “You know, love,” Dante says finally, “The waffles are great and all, but I think we have something here these toppings would taste even better on.”

  I look up at him, puzzled, and he shoots a look at Lacey, who blushes.

  My cock immediately springs to life. “Hmm…I don’t know,” I tease, “Your waffles are pretty hard to beat.”

  Dante pushes my shirt up Lacey’s leg, exposing her thigh, and trickles a line of syrup along her fair skin. “Only one way to find out,” he says, the look in his eyes both a challenge and an offer.

  I bend down and run my tongue along the sweet syrup, making Lacey shudder. My mouth is dangerously close to her bare pussy, and I’m tempted to take a taste of something even sweeter.

  Lacey’s breathing hard, tense and trembling with anticipation, and I cave in. I bury my tongue between her thighs and lap up her sweetness. She cries out and grips my hair, urging me on.

  Dante chuckles and reaches over me to rip my shirt off of Lacey, letting those gorgeous, creamy tits tumble free. I can’t resist, I have to pause what I’m doing so I can watch. But when Lacey whimpers with need, I’m happy to oblige her with taunting fingers pumping in and out of her tight little snatch.

  I watch Dante as he plucks a chilled strawberry off of the breakfast tray and uses it to tease her nipples to hardness before pushing the berry between her lips.

  When she bites down, a stream of red juice trickles down her throat, and Dante leans in to lick it clean. The sight makes my erection throb and I scramble for the condoms in our bedside drawer.

  I need to bury my cock in her, now. So I roll on the condom with shaking hands and throw her thighs apart while Dante is making trails of juice along her breasts with the berry and chasing the line with his lips and tongue, making her gasp and moan.

  I thrust deep into her and she gasps. “Oh, fuck, Adam, yes!”

  Dante sucks on her nipples while I slam into her, the tight heat of her pussy enveloping me. I reach down and stroke her clit and she cries out, a tremor running through her as electric pleasure washes over her. “Don’t stop,” she pleads, “I’m so close!”

  I would never. I keep pumping into her and teasing that delicate bundle of nerves until she screams and shudders in violent release, the walls of her pussy pulsing around my shaft. I suck in a sharp breath and steel myself, dangerously close to my own orgasm, but I resist. I pull out reluctantly, my cock still rock-hard and throbbing.

  Dante seems to know exactly what I have in mind, though, and he’s already wrapped a condom around his own dick. He slips between Lacey and I and takes my place inside her, groaning as his cock sinks into her velvet heat.

  I grab the lube and pour some into my hand before dripping some onto my cock. I spread the slick liquid around Dante’s asshole with one hand while I slather my dick in it with the other.

  Once everything’s coated, I tease Dante’s ass with my fingers, pushing my digits past the tight ring of muscle and fingering his asshole. He groans, the rhythm of his hips stuttering as he continues to plunge into Lacey’s cunt.

  My dick is throbbing, fucking aching to be inside him, and as soon as I feel like he’s good and ready for me, I get into position. He stills his thrusts into Lacey to let me slide in, and I sink into his tight, white-hot hole.

  “Ohh, fuck!” he growls.

  I grin. “That’s right, baby, my cock feels fucking good, doesn’t it?”

  He nods and I reward his right answer with a sharp snap of my hips, thrusting in deep.

  He grunts, and I hear Lacey cry out in pleasure as my thrust pushes Dante into her. “Again,” she begs.

  So I oblige, making both of them groan in pleasure, and then I start to set a rhythm. Dante moves in rhythm with me, so the three of us move in harmony, creating music with our bodies. The slap of skin is the percussive backbeat under the high soprano of Lacey’s gasps and cries and the deep bass of Dante’s and mine.

  And the music reaches a crescendo when Lacey’s cries get louder and Dante’s breathing quickens. They’re both close, and I want to make them both cum at the same time. I pound into Dante harder and faster, and just as I hear Lacey scream in climax, I feel Dante stiffen and tighten around my dick as he shoots his load into the condom.

  With their orgasms, my own steals up on me and I rocket over the cliff into pure pleasure and oblivion in an instant, spurting my seed into Dante’s ass.

  We both pull out and toss our condoms in the trash, and I flop down on the bed beside Lacey, whose chest is heaving as she tries to come down from the high and catch her breath.

  I feel something stab me in the ass cheek and reach back, realizing that we’ve completely strewn the contents of the breakfast tray all over the bed and I’d nearly ended up with a fork up my ass. Lacey looks at me, then at the fork and pieces it together and starts laughing. “Shit, I’m sorry, we made such a mess of your bed…”

  I lean down and kiss her, chuckling. “Worth it.”

  Chapter Nine

  Lacey

  Max isn’t home when I finally arrive back at her pl
ace, exhausted and sticky from the night before and this morning. I shoot her a text, letting her know I’m back before I dig a comfy pair of leggings and an over-sized t-shirt from my bag and go to take a shower. While I’m waiting for the water to warm, I finally let myself think.

  I can’t believe how much has happened in the last twenty-four hours, and my head is a mess. I can’t believe what was supposed to be a normal-well, semi-normal- girls’ night turned into me having a threesome with my ex and his new fiancé. It doesn’t even sound real, and I half wonder if I imagined the whole thing.

  Except that there’s no way I could have dreamed up pleasure like that. I mean, I have a pretty decent imagination, but that only goes so far. I look at myself in the mirror and it seems almost strange that I look just the same as I did yesterday. I feel like everything that happened was so intense, there should be some kind of indelible mark on me, something permanent.

  It’s a stupid thought. There was nothing permanent about last night except for memories. I had a wild and crazy night, got Adam out of my system, and in two more days, I’m going to fly back home and make a fresh start for myself in my new place.

  At least I keep telling myself that.

  Maybe Max is right and I should move here, actually make use of my skills instead of enduring the drudgery of my cubicle day in and day out just to make ends meet.

  But I know, deep down, that if I make that choice right now, it has nothing to do with my career, or Max, and everything to do with wanting to stay close to Dante and Adam.

  Tears well in my eyes. Fuck. I don’t know what the hell I’m thinking. I’ve only known Dante for a day. And even if I used to know Adam, that was years ago. Times change, and I need to move on.

  A sob escapes me and I give in to my tears, exhausted and confused. I never stopped loving Adam, I know that much. But now, to feel like I’m falling for him-not to mention Dante-all over again and know that it’s already over before it begun?