Текст книги "Lost and Found"

Автор книги: Kelly Jamieson

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Chapter Seventeen

Planning sex was weird, but necessary, although the lack of spontaneity did nothing to diminish Nate’s arousal. Christ, he’d been half hard for days.

All day, he and Krissa tiptoed around each other in the big house.

Every time they saw each other and their eyes met, heat flared and they both looked away. Krissa spent most of the day in her office, working at something on her computer, he didn’t know what, but around noon they’d met up in the kitchen, both hungry. She’d made sandwiches while he opened a bag of potato chips and fished pickles out of a jar. As they ate, the silence amplified and the heat intensified. He was excruciatingly aware of Krissa’s shiny dark hair, her soft skin, as usual much of it bared by the shorts and skimpy tank top she wore. His eyes lingered on her smooth thighs, her little bare toes with pink toenails. Would she wrap those legs around him? His dick twitched.

He eyed her hands, holding a glass of iced tea, small fingers with short, unpolished nails. Would she run those hands over his body? His gut quivered.

Would he get to kiss her?

He closed his mind to those kinds of thoughts. This wasn’t going to be like that. This would be sex like every other sexual encounter he’d had since Lauren had died. The only women he’d been with since then were women who lived in far-away places that he’d never see again. That was how he liked it. He didn’t want any emotional entanglement.

He and Krissa were attracted to each other. There was no denying the chemistry fizzing between them, pretty much since he’d arrived back in California.

They wanted his sperm and he could do that. Hell, sleeping with Krissa was no hardship, he’d admitted that, but it would be nothing more than a sperm donation. It was all he could handle emotionally. It was all he deserved.

He looked up and caught her staring at him, and her eyes quickly shifted away.

“Krissa.”

“Yes?”

He didn’t know what to say, just wanted to connect with her. “We’re friends, right?”

She nodded, wide eyed.

“I don’t want this to change that.”

Raw emotion softened her face. Her bottom lip quivered adorably. “It won’t.”

But they both knew it would. They both knew nothing was ever going to be the same. Sexual energy shimmered between them, a longing, an aching need, a searing fear.

“Fuck, we should just do it right now and get it over with,” he muttered.

“We have to wait for Derek.”

“I know.”

“And what do you mean by get it over with? Is it going to be that bad?”

He started to vehemently protest but then he saw the glint in her green eyes and closed his mouth. He looked at her. “That’s not what I meant at all,” he finally said mildly. “I meant I’m so goddamn hard just thinking about it, if I’m not inside you soon I’m going to come in my shorts.”

Her eyes widened and he heard the soft intake of breath. He’d spoken crudely and he recognized it as the feeble attempt it was to hide the fact that more than just lust was making him hard. What it was, exactly, he preferred not to analyze just then.

“I think I’d better get back to my office,” Krissa said, her voice thick. She stood and picked up her plate and empty glass and took them over to the dishwasher.

“I’ll clean up,” Nate said. “I’ve got nothing else to do. You go back to work.”

She disappeared without another word and he suspected her rush to get away from him was the same reason he wanted to get it over with—if she didn’t, they’d end up screwing on the kitchen floor.

He considered going to his room and jacking off, but from what little he knew, he needed to keep his sperm count high and that was not the way to do it.

He groaned out loud and put a hand to his aching cock. By tonight he’d be so out of his mind, this whole thing was going to last about two seconds.

“What’s with the candles?” Derek asked, tugging his shirt out of the waistband of his pants. She’d lit candles all around the bedroom, scenting the air with ginger and peach. She hoped the glow of them was soft enough not to hurt Nate’s eyes. She didn’t want him to do this with glasses on.

“I-I want it to be nice,” she told him. He paused. He gave her a look and it tugged at her heart. “Derek.” She crossed over to him and put her hands on his chest. “I love you.”

“I love you too, babe.” He slid his arms around her and they stood for a moment, hugging. She squeezed him tightly, pressed her face to his chest.

“Are you sure about this?” she whispered.

He moved his head in a nod. “Yeah. I’m sure. There’s no one else in the world I’d do this with. Just Nate.”

“Me too.”

She drew back and he bent his head and kissed her mouth. She was so primed and sexually on edge that his kiss melted her inside. Then he stepped away and disappeared into the bathroom.

Krissa climbed onto the bed. They’d all agreed their king-size bed was the best place to do this. She sat in the middle of it, legs to one side, hands clasped in her lap. She wore a white silk chemise. It was sexy but not slutty. She had no idea why it even mattered, but she’d deliberated for a good half hour over what to wear. Foolish girl.

She looked down at herself. Her nipples poked against the thin silk, the low V revealing the curves of her breasts. She put one hand over a breast and cupped its softness though the silk. She closed her eyes.

And waited.

Then Nate appeared in the door, still fully clothed.

“Hi.” He stopped, looked at her. She met his gaze, didn’t move.

“Hi. Come in.”

He walked into the room, looked around. “Whoa. Candles.”

“Is it okay? I didn’t want too much light to hurt your eyes.”

“Oh.” He slid the glasses off, waited. “Yeah. It’s fine.”

“Good.”

Derek emerged from the bathroom wearing only his boxer shorts. One corner of his mouth quirked up as his and Nate’s eyes met. They shared a smile and Krissa’s heart swelled. It was okay. It would be okay.

She studied the two men as Nate began to remove his clothing. Nate was an inch or so taller than Derek, but both men were gorgeous in their own way—Derek’s blond hair cut short and businesslike, his tan a paler gold than Nate’s darker skin. Nate’s longish hair looked thick and soft. They were both lean and muscled, perfect male bodies, wide shoulders and hips narrowing to slim waist and hips.

Nate kept his underwear on, like Derek, soft black cotton boxer briefs that hugged his erection. There was no hiding it in those shorts.

Krissa’s breathing quickened. She wanted them both. She cared about them both. Tonight she and Nate would have sex, but she’d make sure Derek knew how important he was in all this.

Derek went around to the side of the bed where he always slept and Nate sat down on the other side.

“Okay,” Nate said. “Let’s do it. Lay down, Krissa.”

Taken aback, she did as he asked, tugging down the duvet and sliding under it. The sheets were cool on her heated skin. She laid her head on the pillow and looked at him.

He pulled the corner of the duvet aside and climbed into the bed with her. His body heat enveloped her, his weight dipped the bed and she shifted toward him. She felt him fumbling under the covers. He was pushing off his underwear.

Her stomach clenched painfully, to the point of nausea. Her throat tightened. He shifted his feet under the duvet, presumable pushing the underwear the rest of the way off. His fingers gripped her hip.

She swallowed painfully, wanted to touch him, but fear paralyzed her. This wasn’t what she’d imagined.

He pushed her flat on her back, moved over her. He kneed her legs apart and grasped his cock. He was going to push into her in two seconds.

Tears stung her eyes and she squeezed them closed. She felt the prod of his penis at her entrance, a pinching, a nudge of his knee on her thigh. A sob tore from her throat. She put her hands on his chest, pushed at him. He stopped, looked down at her.

“Stop.” She choked on a sob. “Stop.” She shoved him again, rolled from under him and scrambled out of the bed. She stood there on trembling legs, still wearing the silk gown, a hand covering her mouth. She tried to find control over her shaking throat so she could speak, but then the tears poured and sobbing, she turned and fled into the bathroom.

Chapter Eighteen

Nate watched Krissa burst into tears and run away. He flopped face down onto the bed, the pillow almost suffocating him. The bedroom was silent other than the muffled sounds of Krissa weeping in the bathroom. Jesus Christ.

Slowly, he rolled to his side and looked at Derek, who sat there with his hand over his eyes.

“That didn’t go very well,” Nate said.

“No shit.” Derek rubbed his face, met Nate’s eyes.

“Maybe this isn’t going to work.”

“Fuck.” They both fell silent, thinking. Nate stared up at the ceiling. What the hell had just happened? Was she having second thoughts about doing this? She’d seemed pretty confident earlier. In fact, she’d seemed…eager. Hot…for him.

Nate gazed at the flickering candles. So sexy and romantic. And Jesus…so the opposite of what he’d just done. He closed his eyes against the assault of guilt, of remorse.

Yeah, sex had been mechanical for him for the last two years. And this was basically a business transaction. But Krissa…dressed in that pretty silk thing, her hair brushed, candles burning…that hadn’t been business for her.

Shit. Even as Nate cursed his stupidity, his gut cramped at the thought of actually making love to Krissa—with real emotion. That was what scared him—even more than sex with his best friend’s wife. He shut that train of thought down, did not want to go there, hadn’t gone there for years.

He covered his face with his hand. “I think…” He stopped, cleared his throat. “I think we may need to try a different approach.”

“Yeah.”

Nate sat up, pulled his knees up. He was naked in bed with his best buddy. Life was so fucking weird. “I’m gonna have to…take it slower. Maybes it would help if…if you got involved, too. Between us, we should be able to make her feel more…” Words escaped him.

He looked sideways at Derek, trying to gauge his response. Derek nodded. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

The bathroom door opened, spilling light into the room which Krissa quickly extinguished with a flick of her fingers. Candlelight shimmered on the satiny gown and her glossy hair.

Nate threw back the covers and stood. He was naked, but who cared. He walked to Krissa and without saying a word, took her in his arms.

“I’m sorry, bunny,” he murmured against her hair. He held her slender body against him, tried to show her with the hug that he cared. He couldn’t say the words but he could show her. His erection surged again, against the thin silk over her warm body. She had to feel it.

He stroked her silky hair, and held her, her arms folded between them. He rocked her gently, soothingly. “I’m sorry,” he said again. “Come on. Come back to bed.”

He released her and took her hand, led her back to the bed, her barefoot steps hesitant. He climbed onto the bed first, sat with his back against the pillows and headboard and covered his lower half with the duvet. He held out a hand to her. She extended her arm and put her small hand in his. They looked at each other. Their eyes met, and heat wrapped around him, seeped into him, warmed him. Her liquid green eyes shone in the candlelight. He dropped his gaze to her shoulders, the smooth curve of them, the jut of her collarbones, the ribs faintly visible beneath satiny skin, the shadowy hollow between her breasts revealed by the V of the gown. Gently, he pulled her toward him. She ended up in his lap, and he tipped her chin up with his knuckles.

“You’re beautiful, Krissa,” he murmured.

“Thank you.”

They sat there, silence filling the room, flickering candlelight casting a golden glow over them. Nate stared down into Krissa’s eyes, trying to assure her that it was okay. He stroked a last tear from under her eye with his thumb. He looked at her mouth, vulnerable and soft. Bent his head lower, his mouth nearing hers. She held his gaze, and her pretty lips parted. He was so close he could feel her warm breath sighing in and out. His eyelids felt heavy and he let them droop closed as he closed the distance and touched his mouth to hers.

It was the softest, gentlest kiss, a brush of his mouth on hers, then again. Then he deepened the pressure, opened his mouth against hers and he tilted his head for a better angle. Their tongues touched, tentative, questioning, warm and wet, and they kissed again, and again, long, delicious kisses, lush licks, clinging lips. Small whimpers came from Krissa’s throat.

“Oh, Krissa.” Nate lifted his mouth from hers to mutter her name, slid his hands into her hair and held her head. “Kiss me, Krissa.”

And she did. Over and over, shifting closer. Her hands slid up his chest and held onto his shoulders; her fingertips stroked his neck. His hands explored her body, over the silk, caressed her waist and hips and thighs.

Oh fuck. Fuck me. Nate was lost. Her mouth destroyed him, soft and warm and eager, kissing him back like she was starving for him. Her desire for him ignited something inside him, a spark turning into a blazing fire, heating him from the inside out, making him gasp.

“Beautiful, Krissa,” he murmured against the sensitive skin of her throat. He covered the pulse fluttering in her throat in an open-mouthed kiss, absorbing the beat of her heart. “Isn’t she, Derek?”

“Yeah.” Derek’s voice was low and rough. “Beautiful.”

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Nate said, his throat aching. “I didn’t understand…Now, we’re both going to make love to you.” Nate stroked her bare thigh. “We’re going to make it good for you. Right, Derek?”

“Right.”

Derek moved behind her and put his hands on her shoulders while Nate kissed her mouth. Then Derek kissed the side of her neck.

It was sensation overload, a man in front of her, a man behind her, both kissing her. Heat surrounded her. She lifted one hand from Nate’s hard chest and reached for Derek’s head, digging her fingers into his short hair. She tipped her head, giving him access to the tender flesh of her neck, while Nate devoured her mouth. She moaned.

The pain in her heart subsided at the affection she felt surrounding her. This was more like Nate…gentle and considerate. She wasn’t sure what had happened earlier, but it had been so…sleazy. She couldn’t bear it.

The hurt was quickly fading, replaced by arousal, by shimmering pleasure sliding over her skin. Her breasts felt heavy and achy, her nipples burning. She became lost in the sensuality of four hands on her body, two mouths kissing her everywhere.

Nate’s mouth devoured her in hungry, passionate kisses, his tongue licking inside her mouth in long, lush strokes. She met him with her own, stroked her tongue along his bottom lip. Needy little sounds worked their way out from deep inside her.

Derek’s hands drifted down her upper arms and cupped her breasts through the silk and she swelled into his palms. “Love your tits, honey,” he whispered.

Nate’s hands settled on her hips and he lifted his mouth from hers to suck in air. They gazed at each other. The sharp insistent ache between her legs told Krissa she was wet there. She felt shaken by the intensity of Nate’s kisses, by the wild emotion he’d aroused within her.

Derek’s mouth continued to caress her neck and shoulders with soft kisses, licks and little sucks of her flesh, his hands on her breasts. Then Derek pushed the chemise down lower.

Both men had seen her breasts before. That night in the hot tub she’d taken great pleasure in teasing Nate with them, knowing how Derek liked to watch that. But this felt different, both of them touching her.

Nate gazed at her breasts, at Derek’s hands covering them. Derek cupped the sides, pushed them together, creating deep cleavage. “She has gorgeous breasts,” Derek murmured. “Suck them.” A low rough sound came from Krissa’s throat and she watched Nate’s face as he studied her curves, the awe and desire, watched as his face came closer and kissed one tight nipple.

Krissa’s entire body twitched hard at that touch on her sensitive nipple and when Nate kissed it again, licked it slowly, then took it in his mouth, she cried out. Derek held both her breasts as if in offering, and the firm pressure of his hands assuaged the ache. Nate sucked hard on one nipple, then the other, swirling his tongue around and dragging the edge of his teeth over the tight bud. Hot streamers of sensation shimmered a path from nipples to womb. Her body ached and flowed with need. Pleasure sparkled through her nerve endings, arousing her to a fever of delight.

They played with her breasts for a long time, with murmured compliments and moans of pleasure, until she was writhing and out of her mind with lust. She leaned back against Derek’s chest, weak and shaky. Then Nate tugged the chemise down further from where it crumpled around her waist. She stretched her legs out and lifted her hips off the bed, pushing against Derek, and the scrap of silk disappeared.

She had taken the trouble to prepare for the evening, waxing and shaving. Nate stroked her smooth legs, drew in a breath as he studied the neat triangle of dark hair above her slit. He stroked a finger down the crease where thigh met hip, satiny bare.

Derek wrapped his arms around her, across her tummy and she turned her head against his shoulder to look up at him. He kissed her, slow and warm. “Damn, you’re hot, baby,” he whispered against her mouth.

They were doing it. All three of them. It felt right. It felt special and loving.

Nate pressed a kiss to the puff of curls between her legs, and she felt him inhale. God, that was sexy. Her thighs parted involuntarily, just a bit, enough for him to slip a hand between. He stayed like that, kissing around her groin, her thighs, his hand clasped between them.

Derek played with her nipples again, tweaking them with his fingers, pulling at them until they felt hot and glowing. She looked down at herself, breasts full and swollen, nipples cherry red. She groaned.

Then Nate pushed her thighs further apart, and he scooted down on the bed. Languorously, she spread her legs for him. He murmured appreciatively, kept kissing and licking her thighs, moving closer and closer to her centre.

“You smell delicious, Krissa.” Her clit pulsed and her vagina ached.

“Lick her,” Derek rasped near her ear.

“Mmm.” Nate parted her with his thumbs and her hips lifted off the bed.

“Oh, God,” she muttered. She leaned her head back on Derek’s shoulder, let him cup her breasts while Nate licked his way through her folds. His tongue pointed and dug into her opening, a teasing taste of what she needed, only she needed more, more…more. He kissed her folds, little suckling kisses, gentle and delicious.

“Sweet, Krissa. You taste sweet, like honey and peaches.”

She arched with pleasure. God, this man knew how to give oral sex! She felt disloyal to Derek thinking it, but Derek’s technique was aggressive, with fast, hard tongue movements. Nate was slow and luxurious, tender kisses and gentle sucking. He pulled her swollen flesh into his mouth, gently released it, then moved to the other side and did the same. Sensation burned and twisted inside her. Then he moved his mouth up and suckled his way up to her throbbing clit. When he finally took it into his mouth, tugging and nibbling it at, his teeth holding it while he licked over it, she exploded against his mouth.

She cried out, body arching, spasming, Derek holding her down. She dug her heels into the mattress, pressed up into Nate’s mouth, felt herself flood with wetness, hot pleasure sliding from his mouth, radiating out to her fingertips and toes, sweeping up into her hairline.

“Jesus,” Nate muttered against her pussy, still giving her little licks and sucks, drawing out every last quiver of delight until she lay limp between them.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” she mumbled, unable to move even enough to raise her eyelids. Her chest heaved, heart raced.

They both gently stroked her body, Nate’s attention on her hips and legs, Derek’s hands sliding up and down her arms and shoulders.

“Now you’re ready,” Nate said, satisfaction evident in his voice.

“Ready for a nap,” she muttered. She rolled away from both of them face down on the bed, still trying to catch her breath. But they weren’t about to leave her alone. Hands stroked her back, over her ass, the back of her thighs, where she was excruciatingly sensitive. Skin tingled, body shivered. She tucked a fist against her mouth, eyes squeezed shut.

Their touch eased her, comforted her, then aroused her again. She felt the aching renewed between her legs, rolled her hips against the bed. “That’s it,” Nate whispered, and it must have been his hands that slipped between her thighs again, parted her legs. He tested her wetness, fingers sliding slickly through her pussy. “God, Krissa.”

She was ready. She ached for it, needed to be filled, and when hands rolled her over to her back, she let them. The two men knelt beside her, one on either side. Their swollen cocks jutted out over her tummy. She loved them both.

She reached for them, one in each hand, gave a gentle tug and brought forth moans from both men. She wanted to taste and feel them in her mouth, to suck on them and bring them that pleasure. But she needed a hard cock inside her, now. Maybe later they could play some more…

Derek withdrew, perhaps sensing the time had come when Nate and Krissa had to do this alone. He kissed Krissa’s mouth before settling back on the pillows to watch, fist on his hard penis.

Krissa gazed up at Nate. He met her eyes and they shared a long look. Words of love came to her lips, but she held them back.

She couldn’t love Nate. She loved her husband. This wasn’t about love.