Love Me More

Chapter Six

The wine bottle slipped from Gavin’s numb fingers. Melina lunged and grabbed it, saving it from crashing to the floor.

“Whaaaa?”

He stared at her. She poured wine into three glasses, handed one to him and picked up the other two.

“Thanks for going to the store for this.”

She started back into the living room.

He trailed along behind, wondering if his tongue was hanging out. The ivory satin robe shimmered around her as she walked, her long blonde hair hanging down her back. Unlike Abby, Melina’s feet were bare, her pink polished toenails peeping out from the hem of the long gown.

She motioned to him to sit on the couch between them, handed Abby a glass of wine.

“Thanks,” Abby said. “So, Gavin, long time no see.”

“Uh…yeah.” He gulped some of the wine, cold and crisp enough to sting his throat. “How are you?”

Abby smiled. Her shoulder-length chestnut hair shone with fiery highlights in the candlelight. He noticed the tattoo wrapped around her upper arm. Funny, he hadn’t seen that last time…not that he liked tattoos. Much.

“I’m great.” Her smile widened, and he had the feeling she was amused by his befuddlement. He frowned.

Melina put her hand on his thigh. His muscle tensed beneath the faded denim of his jeans. Both women shifted a tiny bit closer to him and he felt their warmth.

“Is that a new tat?” he blurted.

Abby glanced down at her arm. “Yeah. You like it?”

“Uh…yeah. It’s cool.”

“You should get a tattoo, Melina.” Abby leaned forward to look at her across Gavin.

Melina laughed. “I don’t know. The idea of inflicting pain on myself doesn’t appeal to me. But…I always kind of wanted a little cat tattoo.”

“A cat?” Gavin stared at Melina. That was the first he’d heard of that.

“Yeah. I like cats. You know that.”

Mmm. They’d talked about getting a cat but he detested felines and resisted the idea of cat hair everywhere. Cats were evil.

“Not a cat tattoo,” he protested. “Something else, maybe.”

“Like what?”

“Maybe a little flower,” Abby suggested. Gavin glanced at her.

“Yeah, I could get it on my hip, where it wouldn’t be obvious.”

“Right here.” Abby reached across him and stroked her fingers over Melina’s hip. “Only you would see it, Gavin.”

Gavin gulped more wine.

Seduce him. Jesus. She had to be joking.

“Melina…were you…serious?”

She met his gaze and smiled, seeming to know what he was talking about. “Serious as missing a project deadline.”

Any other time he would have laughed, but his hormones were speeding through his body and seemed to be interfering with his ability to think and speak.

Seduce him? He became instantly, painfully aroused. He glanced at Abby, watching him with those dark brown eyes that seemed so knowing. Abby was a free spirit, rumored to be bisexual, a little tough, a lot sexy. She wasn’t the type he would normally be attracted to, but images of Abby and Melina kissing, bare from the waist up, breasts pressed together, arms wrapped around each other, streaked through his mind and his groin throbbed insistently.

Melina’s small hand stroked his thigh, down to his knee, up…almost…brushing his cock straining against his fly. Then Abby put her hand on his other leg.

Holy hell.

“It’s okay, honey,” Melina murmured to him, leaning closer. “I’m doing this for you.”

“But…”

“Remember? You said last time was all about me? Well, this time it’s all about you.”

His mouth fell open and he stared at Melina, so pretty, her cheeks flushed pink, eyes sparkling. She watched him and gave a small nod of encouragement. What the hell was he supposed to do? He had no fucking idea.

Abby shifted closer, too, pressing a small breast into his upper arm. His body tightened. He swallowed.

Melina and Abby each sipped their wine and then at the same time reached forward to set their glasses on the table.

“Relax, Gav,” Abby said, sitting back. Her touch on his thigh grew firmer. Melina slid a hand over his chest, rubbed his pecs. God, that felt good. Heat sizzled through him.

“This is all for you, Gavin,” she purred. “You can do anything you want with either of us…except for one thing.”

“What’s that?” His voice emerged as a croak.

“You can’t fuck Abby. Anything else. You can fuck me, but not her. Okay?”

His head spun. Okay? She had to be kidding? How could this be okay? This was insane.

“Melina…” He truly had lost the ability to communicate. He’d walked into the Twilight Zone instead of his apartment when he’d returned from the store.

She leaned forward and kissed him, her lips soft and warm. She smelled delicious, like candy. The vanilla body lotion she used mingled with the scent of the candles flickering on the table.

As Melina’s mouth opened on his and her tongue slid inside, he felt Abby’s hand slide across his abdomen. His muscles tensed as she caressed him, up to his chest, rubbing back and forth, grazing his nipples. Melina put a hand on his face to turn him more toward her and deepened the kiss.

Pleasure poured over him, thick and syrupy. Melina’s hands on his face and shoulder, Abby’s on his chest and stomach, now slipping lower, lower…his cock throbbed in anticipation.

This was his fantasy, no doubt about it, but in his fantasy he was much more suave and in control. The reality was different—he was unsure, guilty, hesitant. What if Abby…what would he…

She did. Her hand moved over the bulging fly of his jeans, stroking him through the fabric. His body jerked in response, helpless against the pleasure that slammed through him as Abby used both hands to touch him and Melina kissed him so deeply, her tongue licking his.

Two women were all over him.

He drew back from Melina to suck in a breath and swallow hard. Their eyes met and held, his full of questions, hers warm and soft.

Melina’s stomach quivered with nerves and she struggled to keep her smile steady. This was the craziest thing she’d ever done. She didn’t even have the excuse of being drunk and caught up in the moment this time. This time, she’d deliberately planned this encounter, and she still wasn’t sure if it was going to turn out like she hoped.

She wanted to do something so special for Gavin, he’d know she trusted him, something to show him how much she loved him and appreciated what he’d done. This was extreme, no doubt about it, but last time…it had been hot.

She also wanted to prove something to herself.

Abby was touching Gavin’s cock. Through his jeans, but still…was she okay with that?

She looked down and watched Abby’s hands on her fiancé, the man she loved, the other woman’s face intent and aroused. Gavin let out a groan and his head dropped back. Abby was giving him pleasure and that’s what mattered.

To her surprise, Melina realized it excited her to see Gavin being pleasured like that. And she wanted to give him more.

She leaned forward and kissed him again, softer, lingering kisses with small licks of her tongue along his mouth, and her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt.

She spread the shirt apart to bare his chest; broad, flatly muscled and smooth, she brushed her fingers over his small nipples. He shuddered and she smiled.

Melina pressed a kiss to the middle of his chest then looked down at Abby. Abby gave her a questioning look and Melina hesitated…then nodded.

Abby unbuttoned Gavin’s fly, slowly slipping each button free. Oh God. She was going to pull out his penis. Abby would be touching it…and more. And a rush of liquid heat pooled low in Melina’s belly. She wanted to see that.

Gavin slid a hand into Melina’s hair and held her head, his other hand resting on Abby’s bare thigh as she leaned over beside him and worked open his jeans.

Then his cock was out, long and hard, dark and throbbing. Melina’s mouth watered as she studied it. She glanced at Abby who also admired it, but hadn’t yet touched it.

“Okay, Gav?” Melina whispered. She was pretty sure they weren’t forcing him to do something he didn’t want to, but she needed to make sure.

“I can’t say okay,” he said on a groan.

“Why not?”

“Because…” He paused. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Melina froze, gripped by fear. “You don’t want to do this?”

She met Gavin’s eyes and he smiled. “I didn’t say that.”