Eddie nervously paced the living room. His stomach churned with anxiety. Whitney was over an hour late and not answering her phone or replying to any texts.
“Will you sit down already?” Mick growled in frustration. “I’m trying to watch this game. Still tied, and we’re at the bottom of the ninth inning.”
Eddie bit back the urge to snap and asked, as calmly as possible, “How can you watch that when she’s this late?”
Mick shrugged. “She’s probably working.”
“Then why isn’t she answering her phone?”
“Who knows?” Mick sipped his iced tea. No alcohol for him tonight because he was on call. “She’s a grown woman, Eddie. She doesn’t have to report her every move.”
He grumbled under his breath. “She’s our girlfriend. She should keep us in the loop.”
“Do you call her every time you’re running late or heading out for a burger with your team?”
“Hell yes, I do.”
Mick seemed surprised. “You don’t ever send me texts or call me when you’re running late.”
Eddie rolled his eyes. “Please don’t pout.”
Mick squinted in annoyance. “Ass.”
“Look, it’s just different with Whitney. If you’re home alone, I don’t worry so much. You’re a man. You’re able to defend yourself. She’s tough, but she’s small and unarmed. I want her to be on her toes if she hears weird noises around the house. I’d hate for her to assume it’s me coming in from the garage when I’m still at the station.”
“Well, when you put it like that…”
Eddie dug his phone out of his pocket and checked for a message again. Still nothing. He punched in a quick text and hit send.
The rustling sound of Mick reaching into his bag of pita chips grated on Eddie’s nerves. The subsequent crunching was just worse. He left the living room for the relative quiet of the kitchen. His gaze landed on the dry-erase calendar Whitney had put up on the wall closest to the refrigerator not long after moving into the house. She seemed to thrive on schedules, calendars, and sticky notes. She’d assigned them all a different color. Red for Mick. Blue for Eddie. Orange for her. It was a quick way for the three of them to keep track of one another.
His focus settled on the loopy orange writing for today. Her last day of work. Dinner with the girls, whoever the hell they were. Hopefully she was out with “the girls” and not upside down in a ditch somewhere or worse.
Mick hooted wildly. Eddie’s fists curled at his sides. How the hell could he be so calm at a time like this?
Eddie wondered if it would always be like this. Now that things were getting more serious between the three of them, that is. Whitney’s particular occupation required lots of very late nights and traveling. She could be in LA one week, Paris another, and New York City the next. Eddie couldn’t possibly keep up with her every minute of the day. He wasn’t quite that crazy, of course. He had to take care not to come across as overbearing or controlling. That wasn’t his intention. Far from it, he wanted Whitney to enjoy life and see her friends and do her work.
It’s just that he knew what kind of horrible, loathsome people existed out there. He’d seen the very worst the city had to offer and shuddered at the idea of Whitney becoming the prey of some evil bastard. His need to protect her ran deep.
“Headlights,” Mick called from his perch on the sofa.
A few seconds later, Eddie heard the telltale whine and clank of the garage door opening. His tension ratcheted down a few notches. At least she was alive.
But when she came swanning through the laundry room without a care in the world, Eddie lost it.
“Where have you been?”
Whitney’s eyes widened. She stood still in the doorway. “Out with friends.”
“And your phone doesn’t work?” He crossed his arms and leaned back against the fridge. “I sent you a ton of texts and called twice and nothing.”
Whitney frowned as she entered the kitchen and put her huge purse on the counter. He didn’t know how she managed to carry that massive thing around without herniating a disc. She rummaged around in it and produced her cell phone. Her finger moved over the screen. “Oops!”
“Oops?” he repeated incredulously. “Oops? That’s all you have to say?”
She shrugged, the movement sending the spaghetti strap of her cocktail dress sliding down her shoulder. “I guess I didn’t hear it in the restaurant or club. Sorry.”
“Sorry?” Eddie tried to control his exasperation. “Whitney, I’ve been worried sick about you. For all I knew, you’d been whacked over the head, thrown into a van, and carted off to some empty warehouse for a gangbang.”
She visibly paled. “Boy, your mind sure goes to some dark places.” Whitney shook her head. “I was out with friends, Eddie. I was careful. I’m always careful.” Huffing, she slammed down her phone. “You’re always harping on me to watch this and that. Don’t drink that. Don’t go there. God!” She threw up her hands. “Stop trying to control me!”
He stepped back in shock. “Whitney, I’m not trying to control you. I worry about you. I want you to be safe.”
“Yeah, well,” she grumbled, “I worry about you, too. And Mick. I don’t request a minute-to-minute update of your day, though.”
Eddie sucked in measured breaths. Her points were valid. He was coming on strong. Maybe he needed to take a page out of Mick’s book and mellow out some. “You’re right, Whitney. I’m sorry if I came across as overbearing. I didn’t mean to.”
Whitney sighed. “Well, you’re right, too. I should have checked my phone. It wasn’t very considerate of me.”
“Come here.” Eddie took hold of her wrist and gently dragged her close. Her soft body molded perfectly to his. His lips ghosted over her temple. The smell of her perfume and shampoo engulfed him. His lips moved lower, and he tasted her sweet mouth.
And alcohol.
His jaw clenched. Gritting his teeth, he silently counted to three. “Have you been drinking?”
“Whitney!” Mick’s voice came from behind. Eddie hadn’t even heard him get up off the couch. The man sure knew how to move with stealth. “I thought we talked about this last week.”
Her lower lip wobbled. Guilt strained her features. “I’m sorry. I forgot.” She waved her hand. “You know how it is. Today was busy and bittersweet. I was a jumble of emotions. It was hard to say good-bye. Then we hit the restaurant, and I had a glass of wine. I didn’t even think about it when I got behind the wheel and hit up The Blue Door. I had another drink at the club,” she admitted. “And then I drove home.”
“That’s no excuse, Whitney.” Mick’s strained tone gave away his exasperation. “I have hard shifts all the time. If I want to have a drink with friends, I lock my car, leave it in the hospital lot, and call a cab.”
“I know,” she said wringing her hands. “I’m sorry.”
Eddie let out a noisy breath. There was nothing else to be done. He’d given her a warning last time. He had to follow through with the consequences he’d promised. “Lift up your skirt and put your hands on the counter.”
Whitney squeaked and took a step back. “What?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He pointed to the counter. “Skirt. Hands.”
“No. Please.” She appealed to Mick with her best puppy-dog eyes. “Don’t make me do this.”
Eddie wondered if Mick would fold under such intense pleading. To his utter surprise, Mick stood firm.
Mick shook his head. “Last week you promised us you wouldn’t drink and drive. Eddie warned you he’d spank that little ass of yours if you broke that promise.” Mick squared his shoulders. “You’ll take your punishment.”
Whitney’s shoulders slumped with defeat. She practically trembled as she stepped up to the counter and lifted the back of her skirt. Eddie watched as she obediently placed her breasts and elbows on the granite, her palms stiff on the stone and fingers stretched wide. His cock twitched in his pants at the sight of her beautiful body properly positioned for discipline. As much as Mick swore he wasn’t into spanking, he couldn’t hide the interest on his face as he moved closer for a better look.
Eddie took up the spot just to her left and stroked his hand down the center of her back. The thin coral fabric of her dress felt so incredibly soft against his rough palm. He fixed the hem of her skirt, tugging it higher up her back to keep the flimsy fabric out of the way. He didn’t bother slipping his finger under the waistband of her pink thong to draw it down. Her pert ass cheeks were plainly visible and unshielded.
Whitney flinched when his hand swept along the curve of her right cheek. Eddie smiled as a bit of his inner sadist slipped out. It probably made him a bastard, but he enjoyed that little prickle of fear that submissives experienced right before punishment was doled out.
And she was submissive. There was no question in his mind. Perhaps she wasn’t as submissive as some women and men he’d encountered in the past, but Whitney’s nature was absolutely that of a woman who enjoyed submitting. She’d never be the type to wear a collar, but then again he wasn’t interested in that sort of thing.
But this? Oh, this was exactly the sort of thing he was interested in from Whitney.
“You’ll count each one. Do you understand?” He’d taken a look at some of the books on her Kindle as suggested by Mick. Many of them featured spanking scenes where the submissive counted out each whack. Sure, he was teaching her a lesson, but he also wanted her to find some enjoyment in it.
“Ye-yes, sir,” she stammered.
Yes, definitely a natural. He hadn’t yet asked for the honorific she’d bestowed. “Good girl.”
Eddie drew back his hand and let the first blow fall. It wasn’t very hard, but she still squealed. “Ow!”
“What was that?”
“I mean, one, sir.”
“Very good.” Eddie caressed her bottom, throwing off her anticipations. His second swat was harder than the first and the third even more powerful than the first two.
“Ow! Ow! Oww!” She squirmed as she cried out in a mixture of surprise and pain. “Two, sir. Three, sir.”
With the finesse of a skilled pro, Eddie spanked Whitney’s ass until it was bright red. She wiggled and protested and begged for him to stop. Soon the playfulness left her voice. “Are you going to drink and drive again?” he asked in between swats.
“No, no, sir,” she promised, her voice thick with tears. “I won’t drink and drive, sir.”
Eddie’s hand fell in rapid succession against her supple, blazing red flesh. Crack. Crack. Crack.
“Fif-fifteen, sir,” she sobbed pitifully. “Sixteen, sir. Seventeen, sir.”
“What are you going to do the next time you want to have a drink with the girls?” Eddie swatted her backside again.
“Eighteen, sir.” She tearfully counted. “Call you or Mick or get a cab.”
“Very good answer.” Eddie spanked her two more times. “Have we learned our lesson?”
“Nineteen, sir. Twenty, sir.” She inhaled a shuddery breath. “Oh, yes, sir. I’ve learned, sir. I won’t do it again.”
Eddie believed her. Twenty whacks had reduced her to tears. Whitney had to know he’d give her at least double that number the next time. A little pain could be a good motivator for a girl like Whitney.
Never one to spank ’em and leave ’em, Eddie dropped to his knees and planted gentle kisses on her flaming backside. The red, blotched skin was hot to the touch. He’d been spanked a few times by a Domme and Dom when learning the ropes and knew what the aftereffects were like. Where there was pain, there was also intense pleasure.
Eddie nipped at her pink bottom and let his tongue slide over the flushed skin. She whimpered and pressed back against him. He smiled against her plump ass. Eddie palmed her cheeks and pulled them apart. She hissed with surprise when his tongue slithered along the crevice there. The moment his tongue touched her anus, she gasped and pulled away. He grabbed her hips and pulled her right back. “Don’t move-or else.”
Whitney went stock-still. Eddie chuckled and returned to her asshole. He and Mick had been dancing around the issue all week. She’d loved their fingers and the plugs in her bottom. Tonight, Eddie decided, was the night they’d take the next step.
She moaned and breathed hard as his tongue circled her pucker. His hand slid along her inner thigh. He tugged aside her thong and let his fingers follow her waxed slit. Sure enough, her pussy juices slicked his fingers. She was so fucking wet. He couldn’t wait to get his tongue on her clit, too.
He twisted around so that he was sitting on the floor and slid up underneath her wide-open legs. Eddie was tall enough and Whitney just short enough that her juicy cunt was his for the taking. He held aside her thong and stabbed his tongue into her pussy. She moaned and wriggled.
Eddie probed her sopping-wet cunt with a pair of fingers and sucked hard on her clit. She purred like a kitten and pressed against his mouth. He could tell she was close. Apparently a little spanking went a long way with Whitney. He thrust fast and hard into her pussy and went wild on her clit, swirling his tongue over the stiff nub until she cried out and pulsed around his fingers. Her sweet cunt honey flooded his tongue. He loved her taste and hummed hungrily as he lapped at her core.
Her legs collapsed, but Mick was there in an instant. He scooped her up in his arms and nudged Eddie with his bare foot. “My bedroom?”
“Now.” Eddie pushed up from the floor and trailed Mick out of the kitchen. He remembered the garage door and hurried back to lock it, knowing Whitney hadn’t done so. He hit the lights in the kitchen, hurried to the front door, and checked it and the alarm before turning off the television and lights. He hightailed it to Mick’s bedroom and found his man stripping Whitney. He leaned against the doorjamb and watched the delicious sight of the pair getting naked. Two beautiful bodies, and both of them his.
He stepped into the room, and the pair turned toward him. “Oh, don’t stop because of me. I like to watch.”
Grinning, Whitney pushed Mick onto the bed and climbed over him. She straddled his thighs and nipped down his chest. Eddie toed off his shoes and pulled off his socks as his hungry gaze moved over the couple. He shucked his jeans and tee and boxer briefs. His fat cock stood ready and rigid. He fisted the ruddy head as he watched Whitney wrap her soft lips around Mick’s dick. The dewy lips of her sex were parted just enough to give a most-tantalizing view. Her still-red ass wiggled invitingly as she bobbed up and down.
Never one to turn down an opportunity, Eddie made a quick detour to Mick’s bedside drawer for condoms and lubricant before moving behind Whitney. He slathered the slippery gel on his fingers and smeared it over her puckered hole. She stiffened with surprise, but Eddie stroked her back as one might a skittish horse. She relaxed under his warm palm and resumed her cock sucking.
Eddie probed her anus with one finger and then two. She was so unbelievably tight. He doubted he’d last long at all once he got inside that snug passage. As he worked her ass, she relaxed and pushed back against him. Her hips shimmied excitedly as the digits of his other hand strummed her clit.
“Oh, baby,” Mick said with a loud groan. “No more.” He sounded almost pained as he pulled out of that sweet mouth. “I don’t want to come yet.”
Eddie grinned, certain Mick was thinking the same thing as him. “Trade me spots, Mick?”
“Gladly,” Mick said and slid out from beneath her.
Whitney tossed a curious look over her shoulder as Eddie removed his fingers from her bottom. “Care to clue me in?”
“It’s time.” Eddie held her gaze. She gulped and nodded understandingly. “You’re going to control everything, okay?”
“Okay.”
Eddie climbed onto the bed and rearranged some pillows to give him support. He sat in the center of the bed and leaned back against them. A condom package was quickly ripped open, and he sheathed himself. He picked up the bottle of lube, squeezed a large dollop in his palm and covered his erection in the slippery stuff. Mick’s discarded shirt caught his eye. He wiped his hand on the green cotton.
“Thanks, dude,” Mick said sarcastically.
“Anytime,” Eddie replied with a laugh. With a gesture to his throbbing cock, Eddie urged Whitney to come closer. “Straddle my hips, but face Mick.”
She complied with his instruction and moved into position. He could tell it was a bit awkward and grasped her hips to help. “Is that better?”
“Yes,” she said with a little giggle.
“Take my cock in your hand and press it against your asshole.”
She shivered at his blunt words. The fine hairs on her arms stood right up, and goose bumps blossomed on her silky skin. Eddie loved that he could affect her that way.
Ever the good student, Whitney reached behind her and grabbed his pulsing cock by the base. He wished he could have watched her face as she maneuvered his erection into place. Judging by the expression on Mick’s, it was quite a tempting sight.
The head of his cock prodded her clenched entrance. He sat up a little straighter and grazed his lips over her back. “Relax, sugar.”
“Easy for you to say,” she groused. “No one’s trying to shove something the size of a baseball bat up your ass.”
Eddie snorted. “I’m flattered, really.”
She laughed. “You would be.”
“Just take it nice and slow,” Mick said as he knelt between Eddie’s legs and put his hands on her waist, a few inches above Eddie’s. Mick nuzzled her neck and took her mouth with those sensual, soothing kisses of his.
“Oh!” Whitney’s exclamation accompanied the first inch or so of Eddie’s cock sliding past the yielding ring of muscle. “Oh. Oh. Ow!”
Fear and guilt lancing his belly, Eddie started to pull out, but Whitney stopped him with a slap of her hand. “Wait,” she pleaded. “Just give me a few seconds.” She wiggled and breathed deep. “God, Eddie, you’re huge!”
Any other time, the compliment would have puffed out his chest, but right now he felt terrible. Maybe Mick should have gone first. Of course, he wasn’t all that much smaller than Eddie.
“Is it wet enough?” Mick nibbled her neck. “We can slather on more lube if you need that.”
“It’s just new and scary, and I think I’m just way too tense,” Whitney explained. “I know it can feel good, though.”
Eddie wondered if she was trying to convince herself or them. “We can stop and try again some other night, sugar.”
“No,” she answered quickly. “I want this. I want this so badly.” She pressed down tentatively. Eddie bit back a groan as his cock slid a few more inches inside her hot, tight ass. Christ, this was so much better than he’d ever imagined. He battled the urge to ram his cock hard in her ass. His penis wanted more friction, more movement, but Eddie’s head prevailed.
“You know what?” Mick caressed her face. “Shift your legs a little.” He clasped her calves and pulled gently on her legs until they were basically sitting atop Eddie’s. She whimpered as Eddie’s cock slid even farther into her back passage. Eddie didn’t have the heart to tell her there was still a good amount to go.
“Oh. My. God.” Whitney shouted to the heavens as Mick’s tongue probed her pink nether lips. Eddie grinned and did his best to hold perfectly still while Mick worked his magic on that yummy cunt. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed and licked her shoulders and the side of her neck. His hands found her pert breasts. Not too big, not too small, just right. He rolled her stiff nipples between his fingertips as she panted and moaned.
Whatever Mick was doing was working perfectly. Whether she realized it or not, Whitney was rocking back and forth and swallowing more of Eddie’s rock-hard cock. The sensation of being accepted into her virgin ass made Eddie’s head spin. Knowing he was first awakened something primal within him.
“Oh, god. Oh, god.” Whitney practically growled. “I’m going to come.”
Mick made a hungry noise that drove her over the edge. Eddie saw stars as Whitney’s ass fluttered around his buried dick. He couldn’t hold back anymore and moved his hips. He thrust slow and shallow, moving only a few inches of his length back and forth as she came. It seemed to be exactly what Whitney needed. She let loose and howled as she came for the first time with a cock in her ass and Mick’s tongue flicking her clit.
She’d no sooner collapsed against Eddie’s chest than Mick was pushing up to his knees and lining his cock up with her pussy. He slid home in a forceful thrust that made Whitney snarl like a wild cat. She clutched at Mick’s shoulders as he thrust back and forth. Eddie held still, waiting for some indication that she was ready.
“Fuck me, Eddie,” she begged. Reaching back, she clawed at his forearm. “Take me. Make me yours.”
Groaning with need, Eddie planted his heels against the mattress for leverage and timed Mick’s strokes. Every time Mick pulled out, Eddie sunk deep and vice versa. Whitney accepted their dual loving like no woman he’d ever seen. She seemed crafted for this kind of mating. A new and wicked side of her bubbled to the surface. Like a golden belly dancer, she gyrated between them. Eddie had never seen anything like it. His lust skyrocketed.
“You like Eddie’s cock in your ass?” Mick’s gravelly voice made Eddie shudder.
“Yes! Oh! Yes.”
“And me in your pussy?”
“Oh, god, yes. Feels so good. So…good.” Her answer came in short, panted bursts.
“Love fucking this wet pussy. Can’t wait for a chance to get in your ass, too.”
“Mick!” She clasped his shoulders and hauled his face down for a kiss. Clearly Mick’s dirty talk made her hot.
Breathing hard, Eddie slammed his cock in and out of her tight ass. Mick showed no mercy up front either. The rougher it got, the more Whitney seemed to love it. She urged them on with her words and her hands, gripping and scratching and pleading for more, more, more.
When her hand slid between her body and Mick’s, Eddie knew the end was near. He’d never met a woman who came so beautifully and so easily as Whitney. Balls tingling and groin tightening, Eddie focused on the vaulted beams overhead and tried to hold his orgasm at bay.
“Mick! Eddie!” She grounded her bottom against Eddie. “I’m close. So. Close.”
“Oh, honey, come for us,” Eddie urged. “Want to feel your hot ass clenching my cock when you come.”
A guttural growl exploded from her throat as Whitney climaxed harder than he’d ever seen. Eddie had no chance. Her cries of ecstasy and the incredible sensation of her ass milking his cock was too much. He thrust balls-deep and filled the condom with his seed. Mick finished a split-second later.
The trio slumped together. Mick’s hands found Eddie’s, their fingers intertwining as they hugged Whitney between them. Mick kissed Whitney first then leaned around to press his lips to Eddie’s. The intensity of Mick’s gaze knocked the air from his lungs. Love burned brightly in the other man’s eyes. Love for him. Love for Whitney.
Eddie wondered if Mick would make his declaration but instead he nestled his nose against Whitney’s throat and softly whispered how wonderful she was. Part of Eddie was disappointed, but most of him was relieved. He wasn’t good at that kind of thing. In all the years he and Mick had been together, Eddie had always had a problem admitting his love. Mick didn’t seem to mind much, but Eddie wondered if maybe it was a bigger issue than he realized.
And what happened if Mick told Whitney he loved her first? Whitney was much like Mick in so many ways. They were both emotionally open and unafraid.
Suddenly all those old, ugly memories of Miranda clawed their way to the surface. Her shrill voice stabbed his brain. What had she said? That he wasn’t capable of love. That he was cold and heartless. He’d forced her into Mick’s welcoming arms. Mick, who always knew the right words and owned his feelings.
Eddie’s gut clenched. He cared so much for Mick and Whitney. If he screwed this up, he’d never forgive himself.
Mick pulled out of Whitney and climbed off the bed. While he disappeared to the bathroom, Eddie gently lifted Whitney off his wilting cock and tucked her close to his side. She nestled against his chest and kissed his chin. “That was amazing, Eddie.”
He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Are you okay? Not too sore? I was afraid I went too fast there at the end.”
She shook her head. “You didn’t hurt me. I ache, but it’s a good ache, if that makes sense.”
He smiled and swept her damp bangs from her face. “Sure.”
Mick returned with a couple of washcloths and made quick work of tidying them up. He turned off the lights before climbing into bed. Eddie lifted his arm as Mick snuggled close to his other side. His heart threatened to burst with happiness as the two people he loved more than anything in this world burrowed into his warmth and fell asleep.
Now, if only he could work up the nerve to tell them…