Lost and Found

Chapter Twenty

Krissa wished she didn’t have a client meeting that day, but she had to drive to Ventura to meet with Phoenix Insurance at eleven. She prepared her materials, slid the file into her brief case, checked to make sure her cell phone was charged.

Then she sat at her desk, staring blindly at the computer monitor.

How could she have done that?

She’d made love to two men. Slept with them.

And she didn’t even feel ashamed. Or slutty. Her body ached with remembered pleasure. Once they’d gotten past the initial awkwardness Nate had been…amazing. How he’d gone from cold and distant, to warm and tender. How he’d made sure she’d had her pleasure first, even though that didn’t really matter. And then he’d made her come again. Three times in one night. That had never happened for her before.

She bit her lip. The passionate emotions she and Nate had evoked in each other last night made her suddenly painfully aware of how much that had been lacking between her and Derek for quite some time.

Her tummy clenched.

She didn’t want to think disloyal thoughts about her husband. It wasn’t his fault that sex had become so forced, so predictable, so—perfunctory. Following her reproductive cycle had resulted in that. It couldn’t really be helped. This was an unfortunate side effect of that.

Someday, things would be easy again with Derek. Once they accomplished this goal. Everything would be fine. In the meantime, she had two men to sleep with. It was win-win-win. Derek had been turned on by watching her and Nate, and she’d been turned on by…Nate. Well, even the blowjob she’d given Derek last night had been more enjoyable. More unexpected—less about procreation and more about pleasure. Pleasing him. And the fact that Nate had watched had only added to the excitement. She got warm and damp just thinking about it.

She glanced at her watch. She needed to leave. She hadn’t heard Nate return yet. He’d been out on the beach for a long time.

Why on earth was she worried about him? He was a grown man who’d traveled the world. He’d be fine.

She grabbed her car keys and let herself out the front door to go to her meeting.

Nate slept with them again that night. His lovemaking started with some perfunctory kissing and caressing and Krissa’s stomach tightened. What was going on with him? It felt so…detached. Then she grabbed hold of his face and held it while she kissed him, long, deep, open-mouthed, until he gasped and trembled and rolled her to her back. His touch became fevered and urgent, his kisses hot and consuming.

She made him stay again after, loving the warmth of both male bodies next to her. She slept between them, not allowing herself to think about the unconventional arrangement. The next night, when she asked Nate to make love to her again, to make sure they took full advantage of her fertile time, she didn’t have to ask him to stay—he just did.

The night after that, everything changed.

They could no longer claim their sex was about making a baby. Now it was pure, sexual enjoyment.

They didn’t even make it to the bedroom.

After dinner, sexual restlessness buzzed in the air, even while they did dishes, cleaned up in the kitchen. Krissa’s eyes shot sparks of heat every time she glanced Nate’s way, making his dick jump and his balls tighten. When Derek trailed a hand down her back and over her ass, she cast a sexy smile at him and Nate’s body had hardened even more.

When she brushed by him to get one last dish off the table, she’d paused and let her hand slide from his chest, down over his abdomen and brush over the bulge behind the fly of his jeans. His sharply indrawn breath made her smile.

“How about a dip in the hot tub?” Derek proposed. Krissa sent a heated glance at Nate, and he nodded.

Out on the deck, in the rich light of the setting sun, both men turned to Krissa. “Let us help you,” Derek said, and started on the buttons of her sleeveless cotton blouse while Nate stood behind her and reached around to undo the button and zip of her shorts. He slid them down over her hips and they dropped to the deck around her feet. He admired the sweet curve of her ass, covered only by three strings and tiny bow of her pink thong underwear.

“You have the prettiest underwear, Krissa,” Nate said.

Her thank you came out as a croak.

He took his time, sliding his palms down the side of a rounded hip, over her smooth thighs. He crouched, balanced on the balls of his feet as he gently lifted one small foot, then the other, to remove the panties. His hands wandered back up, over her ass, and he caressed her there while her blouse came off, then her pink lace bra.

His jeans were too tight, and every nerve ending jumped with tension and desire. Krissa’s soft sighs of pleasure as two men touched her drifted in the evening air. Nate pressed his mouth to one lush curve in a hot, open-mouthed kiss, then, unable to resist, he gently bit her. She gasped.

He kissed the spot, knowing it hadn’t really hurt her, although his mouth smiled against her firm flesh. His hands held her hips as he feathered kisses over her ass, then one long, lingering kiss in the small of her back where she was warm and womanly fragrant.

He stood up, felt her wobble as both he and Derek stepped away and he reached out a hand to steady her. She turned her head and smiled up at him, eyes unfocused and hazy. “Thank you.”

He smiled back down at her, put a hand on her face and cupped her jaw, while Derek divested himself of shorts and T-shirt. Then Derek helped Krissa step into the tub while Nate stripped his own clothes off.

Articles of clothing littered the deck, none of the three interested in picking up or being tidy. Nate stepped over the side of the spa and into the swirling heated water. A fine mist hovered above the bubbling surface and he sank down through it, letting the warmth surround his rigid body.

Krissa made little moaning sounds of pleasure, eyes closed, head leaned back. She shimmied her shoulders in the water. Desire knifed through Nate, straight to his heart.

Despite having spent the last three nights in Krissa and Derek’s bed, he was uncertain about what would happen tonight. The sexual tension humming in the air could not be ignored, and he knew Derek and Krissa felt it too. Would Derek share his wife again—when there was no need to?

Because Nate had a strange feeling that, having tasted Krissa’s sweetness, he couldn’t do without.

Her eyes opened and met his across the tub. She stretched out her legs and he felt her feet touch his, sliding over them in the warm water. She watched him as their toes played, as she stroked one foot up his calf, sending wicked spears of sensation up his legs right to his throbbing cock and balls.

“Come over here,” she invited in a throaty voice. She tipped her head to the side, and he moved in languorous slow motion through the water and slid onto the bench beside her, the opposite side of Derek. Krissa drew them both closer to her side, turned her head and kissed Derek. Nate watched, burning and throbbing inside as their mouths met and opened, clung, lifted, tongues grazing.

Then she turned to him. Their eyes met, then Nate’s lids lowered as he took her mouth with his, long, slow, and succulent. He drew deeply on her, wanted to absorb her into him. Her arm twined through his tightened and he floated closer to her, put a hand on her face. With his thumb he tugged on her lower lip, opening her wider for him, and she moaned.

Warm mist surrounded them as they kissed, as he held her face, then slid his fingers into her hair.

When they drew apart, Krissa turned wide, dazed eyes back to Derek, who kissed her again. Nate let his hand slide down her neck, to her shoulder, to her breast, cupping its fullness beneath the water. He played with both nipples, tugging, and rolling them, and Krissa’s small sounds of enjoyment caused pleasure and satisfaction to slide through him, hot and thick.

“God!” she gasped, pulling away from Derek. “I have to get out, I’m burning up.”

She raised herself out of the water, rivulets streaming over the curves and dips of her body, to sit on the side. Her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breaths. She blinked her dark and hazy green eyes.

Her long hair, wet at the bottom, dripped water onto her breasts. Her nipples puckered even tighter, so deliciously pretty and tempting. Nate glanced at Derek and they shared a wry smile. Nate was so hard he was going to explode.

“Do you want to go inside?” Derek asked. She shook her head.

“That’s okay. I’ll just sit here and cool off for a few minutes.”

“What if we don’t want you to cool off?”

Krissa smiled, hearing the teasing note in Derek’s voice. “You guys are insatiable.”

“Yup.” They looked at each other then each grabbed an ankle. Nate’s fingers circled her slender bones, and they tugged. With a surprised cry, Krissa fell into the water, splashing them both. They laughed, and tussled with her gently until they were all soaked and dripping.

“Enough!” she cried, pushing them away. Laughter gleamed in her eyes. “No fair, two against one. And you guys are way bigger and stronger than me.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong,” Nate said, loosening his grip but keeping his hands on her. “We’re helpless against you, baby.”

Derek murmured his agreement and they shifted in the water so Krissa sat on Derek’s lap, her back pressed to his front, and Nate stood between both their legs. He reached down between her thighs, stroked his fingers through her sex, found the moisture there. “That,” he murmured, holding her gaze, “brings me to my knees.”

She stared back at him. “Oh.”

He stroked there, pushed a finger inside her, while Derek’s hands covered her breasts and played. He added another finger, used his thumb to find and rub her clit. Her eyes widened, then fell closed, her head falling back onto Derek’s shoulder. The exquisite pleasure on her face grabbed hold of him and his heart swelled up and tightened.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Yessss. Oh, yes.”

He kept his thumb moving, his fingers thrusting and then she cried out and arched, breasts thrusting forward out of the water. Derek pinched both nipples as Nate felt her pussy clench around him. “So hot, baby,” he murmured, watching her. She rippled and pulsed against and around his hand. Her beautiful face flushed pink, her teeth dug into her bottom lip, eyes still closed.

“God,” she muttered long moments later as they both stroked her and held her under the water. “Dear God.”

“Good?” Nate stroked her thighs.

“Mmmm.” She opened drowsy eyes and her mouth curved up. “Awesome.”

He loved doing that to her. He’d become addicted to her pleasure. And while he tried to enjoy the moment, he couldn’t help but wonder how long this would go on. Because nothing this good—or was this bad?—lasted forever.