AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Geoff smiled against her throat. "We'll take care of you," he promised. "Bring you back to life. Again and again . . . and again."
"Okay," she said faintly. Chris lifted his head. She put both her hands on his face, cradling it, molding her fingers over his jaw. "I'm so happy," she said. "And you look happy, too."
He smiled. "Geoff doesn't look happy?"
She sniffed over the tickling. "I'm less concerned about his happiness."
"Ouch." Geoff chuckled but banded an arm around her chest. She reveled in his strength as he held her close. "What was the favor, brat?"
"I'd like to see you kiss each other," she said. At his lifted brow, she flushed a little. "It's sort of a fantasy of mine. I've been wanting to see you kiss Chris for a long time. I just wasn't sure until now if it worked for you two."
"How can you tell it does now?"
She shot him a Duh look. "Seriously?"
She'd seen it not only in their easy synchronization since she'd crossed the threshold, but in whatever unspoken message passed between them right now. It was overwhelming, seeing the chemistry of deep friendship, their intuitive knowledge of each other, taken to the level of sexual intimacy. She couldn't help wishing that she'd left up webcams everywhere so she could watch firsthand what had happened during her absence. But a kiss would help her imaginings considerably.
Reaching over her, Geoff grabbed Chris's head and brought him up to his level to plant an exaggerated kiss on his forehead. She pushed at him, sighing in mock exasperation, but Geoff wrapped her hair around his hand and held her fast.
"Ask nicely, Samantha Beth. Then maybe we'll give you what you want."
She swallowed, staring into his steady gaze. She didn't know how he switched into that Dom mode so effectively, but she added it to her list of things she was thankful for. "Please, sir. Sirs. I'd like to see you kiss each other."
Geoff kept her locked in place but turned his head toward Chris. Sam held her breath as Chris moved onto his knees. His eyes were on Geoff's, but as he leaned in, his attention slid down to Sam. She closed her eyes as Chris cradled her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Slow, lingering, a quiet blessing. Geoff's firm grip on her hair constricted as Chris moved to her mouth, tasting it slow, deep, but keeping it gentle, an act of love. He raised his head, and there was a burning fire in his eyes that reflected what she was sure was kindling in his heart.
She'd yearned for this moment, this complete connection among all of them, but she hadn't been alone in that desire.
Chris leaned over her. As Geoff relaxed his hold, she dropped her head back on his shoulder, surprised to see Chris do to him the same as he'd done for her. Touching Geoff's face, he straightened to press a kiss on Geoff's forehead. He wasn't teasing her like Geoff had been. He was sending them both a message, acknowledging this was truly the starting gate. It was a benediction for the journey ahead.
She touched his shoulder. When Chris turned his attention to her, she reached up, held his head in both hands and brought it down so she could give him the same gift. Pressing her lips against his forehead, she breathed in the shampoo smell of his hair, the strands tickling her nose as she lay back so her head was once again against Geoff's shoulder.
Chris's intent look made her toes curl, but then he turned to Geoff. She held her breath, a different feeling taking over as, in one decisive move, he covered Geoff's mouth with his own.
It pressed his body closer to hers, so she curled an arm around Chris's back and her palm pressed against the flex of muscle and shift of smooth skin. Chris deepened the kiss, the two men's tongues obviously tangling. She pressed her cheek to Chris's shoulder as she stared at the way they tasted and teased one another. Geoff let out a sound that was part groan, part growl as his hand came up to hold the back of Chris's head. He dug his fingers into Chris's scalp, tugging his hair like he had hers.
Sam used her free hand to let her fingers play along their throats, their jaws. She let out a little gasp as Chris broke the kiss enough to nip her fingers, invite her into a more intimate exploration of their joined mouths, the slick heat of their lips. Geoff's tongue caught her fingertip as he played with Chris's tongue. The ball of heat kindling in her belly went up a few hundred degrees, making her wonder how long they could survive if the three of them stayed in the house forever to do just this, hour after hour, day after day.
Chris broke the kiss to seize her mouth next while Geoff moved his own lips to Chris's throat and shoulder. When Chris finally raised his head, he studied her face as if seeing it for the very first time. But he often looked at her that way, as if she were a new discovery to him. He'd taught her to do that about so many things in her life. Applying that lesson to what was happening to them now told her just how amazing an adventure this would be.
Geoff propped his head against the cabinets to give them a lazy, dangerous look. "I think we should move this to the bed. What do you think?"
"I pilfered a dozen cookies from the conference," Sam managed. "They're the size of saucers. If we can grab some bottles of water from the fridge, we'll be fortified for a while."
At the glint in Geoff's eyes and Chris's slow grin, a little smile crept over her lips. "I got a strategic planning award. They gave me a certificate."
"Sounds like it was well deserved." Geoff glanced at Chris. "Bring extra water. I'll bring her."
As Chris got to his feet, Geoff scooped her off the linoleum while he was getting up, making it seem effortless to carry her. She coiled her arms around his shoulders, and he pressed a kiss to her temple as he turned to get her through the kitchen door and head down the hallway.
"By the way," he said, "until further notice, you're banned from the garage. We're working on something there, and you don't get to see it until it's ready."
So they were building whatever they'd been poring over that day in the hardware store, in the Build-It-Yourself Bondage book. Her interest was piqued but, beyond that, she was privately delighted at direct evidence that she was no longer solely responsible for moving things forward. It also strengthened her faith that this would continue to evolve as it should.
While all those ponderings were lovely to her heart and soul, her body and mind had more immediate reasons to celebrate. She was pretty sure what was going to happen next in the bedroom would exceed her wildest dreams, despite what had just happened in the kitchen nearly blowing off the top of her head.
"I was worried it would end up a one-and-one-times-two thing," she murmured.
"Meaning?" Geoff laid her down on his bed and stood back. He had this way of looking at her that made her feel stripped inside and out. And he was still standing there fully dressed. She thought of what he'd said about the collar--"We'll get her a pretty collar so she'll know when she wears it in the house, she's not supposed to wear anything else"--and her skin flushed all over, just thinking about it.
