Marie Harte - Raising the Bar

He slowly unbuttoned his fly and let his jeans part to reveal a mouthwatering erection. Jesus, no underwear? “How about you take care of this for me while I do you?”

“Oh yeah.” Dylan stood, but before he could reach for Harper, Harper drew him into his arms and kissed him.

The embrace both gentled and aroused him, and Dylan responded without thinking. There was tenderness in the kiss, even as Harper stoked him to a fervent desire, rocking into him with that steely erection while seducing with his tongue.

He broke away and kissed across Dylan’s cheek to whisper in his ear, “I love kissing you. Makes me want to fuck you and hold you close at the same time. Romantic shit, and I’m not all that romantic, Doc.”

Dylan shivered, caught in lust and what felt oddly like a climb toward love. Impossible to feel such deep affection for a man he barely knew, so he rejected the idea out of hand.

He had to clear his throat to speak. “My bedroom is down the hall. And I really, really want to make you lose control just once.”

Harper growled and plunged his tongue in Dylan’s ear, and that probing erection dug into his belly. “Maybe we can use your necktie to restrain you while I fuck you until you can’t stand. How about that for control?”

“Bedroom. Now.” Dylan pushed past Harper and undressed on the way. Inside his bedroom, he turned to see Harper stripping down as well. Once naked, they moved to the bed and positioned themselves head to toe, reaching for each other at the same time.

Dylan’s mouth found Harper’s cock just as Harper fondled Dylan’s balls. With tongues and teeth, mouths and hands, they explored each other. Dylan tried to hold out, but with so much going on in his life and having Harper close when he needed him, he couldn’t last. He tried to warn Harper but could do nothing but suck harder as he pumped into his lover’s mouth.

Harper groaned and started swallowing at the same time he erupted over Dylan’s tongue. They stroked and caressed each other while coming down off their euphoric highs, and Dylan soon found himself in Harper’s arms, warm and comforted.

Harper sighed. “Hell. That’s better than booze and a good cigar after a long day of work.”

Dylan couldn’t help yawning. “You said it.”

“Tired?”

“Just enjoying my theta waves.”

“Huh?”

“Those are the brain waves that come out during intense pleasure.”

“Theta waves.” Harper chuckled. “I like brainy guys. Who knew?”

Dylan stroked Harper’s belly, smiling when the man’s muscles contracted. “What is your type, normally?”

“I don’t know. Kinky guys, I guess. Guys who don’t mind experimenting. I like it rough sometimes. And I enjoy fucking a tight ass. I’m typically the top.”

“Ever a bottom?”

“A few times,” Harper admitted. “But only because my partner really wanted to try it. Afterward, we both wanted me on top again.”

“And your girlfriends?”

“Not as many as my guy friends. I tend to attract women, at first. But I don’t play at being aggressive, Dylan. I am aggressive. Women seem to want soft and cuddly, and that’s not me.”

“And Freddy?” he asked softly.

“She’s different.” Dylan could hear it in Harper’s voice.

He felt a hint of jealousy, but mostly he experienced curiosity. Harper hadn’t gone to Freddy first. Instead he’d come to Dylan, wanting them together to take her on. What did that mean? That he put more importance on Dylan than Freddy?

Harper murmured, “She seems like a tough chick. She’s pierced, has a few tats and she doesn’t take shit from anyone at the club. Not bitchy, just sure. I like her confidence.”

“But she makes you unsure of yourself.”

“You shrinking me?”

“I told you I hate that word.” Dylan leaned up on his elbow and studied Harper, falling into his dark gaze again. “You’re a handsome man, by anyone’s standards. You’re built, successful and aren’t shy when it comes to women. So why go through me to get to Freddy?”

“Who said I’m going through you to get to her?” Harper frowned and tucked his hands behind his head, making the V of his torso that much more defined. Jesus, the guy was gorgeous. The light sprinkling of hair over his chest only increased his attractiveness. “Hey. Quit ogling me and listen.”

Dylan flushed. “Hell. Caught.”

Harper grinned. “Yeah, well, glad to know you like the look of me. ’Cause, Doc, I sure as hell like the look of you.”

“Freddy?”

Harper sighed. “I can’t explain it. I want her, and I want you, but I don’t want to screw it up. Except it’s not just that.”

Harper didn’t know how to explain what he felt to be right. “I’ve always wanted a steady partner. But I always saw myself with a guy. I’m not trying to freak you out or anything with delusions of happily ever after. I mean, we barely know each other.”

“Relax, Harper. I know what you mean.”

No, he didn’t. Because Harper wanted to keep Dylan around. Maybe on a permanent basis. And if things worked out with Freddy the way Harper hoped they might, he thought he’d keep her too. The more Harper thought about it, the more he wanted to settle down. Have kids, get married, or at least be in a committed relationship. Though Dylan had talked about a threesome as if it were a multiheaded hydra too problematic to handle, Harper wanted to make it work.

A man to satisfy him. A woman to soften him. Two people to round out the edges, not just one. It felt right to him. But he had a feeling rushing Dylan would be a huge mistake. So he’d use Dylan to get closer to Freddy, to feel her out, see if she could work with them the way he’d imagined.

“So you want us to have sex with Freddy. Together.” Dylan sounded interested. A good sign.

“And if it’s as hot as I think it will be, maybe to date her. To try things out.”

“You, me and Freddy?” Dylan asked, skeptical.

“At the least, we fuck. She’s had a relationship with two guys before. I’ve asked around, so I think she’ll be in to it. I’ve been dying to taste her pussy. You can’t tell me it wouldn’t be incredible to have me and her sucking and fucking you.” Harper closed a hand over Dylan’s rock-hard cock. “Or you and her kissing me? Both of us fucking her together? Ass and pussy, or mouth and pussy?” Oh yeah. Dylan was hard.

“You have quite an imagination.” Dylan leaned close to kiss him. And when the sly doc squeezed his hand around Harper’s shaft, he slid through the wetness gathering at Harper’s slit. “But you’d split that poor girl in two. If we take her, let me inside her poor ass.”

“I hate to break it to you, but you’re not that small. You want her ass, fine. I’m game for anything.”

Dylan rolled over him so that Harper lay on his back, Dylan on top. “You sure about that? And if I want inside your sexy ass one day?”

“For you, I’ll make an exception.” Harper returned Dylan’s kiss, needing him again. “But after we get Freddy.”

“Agreed. But if she’s not in to two guys going at it, what then? We take her in a regular ménage? No touching except through her? Or maybe she’ll just want to be with you.”

“Or you. But if she doesn’t want us both, she’s not the woman I thought she was.” Harper shook his head. “I want us all to be together, Dylan. You and me and her. If she’s right for us, she’s right for us.”

“Oh hell. I’m in. But we need to be quiet about it. It’s not about hiding who I am or anything but, hell, two partners at once is new to me. My practice thrives on discretion. And I can definitely tell you that many of my patients aren’t comfortable with their own sexuality, let alone their doctor’s.”

Harper chuckled. “I get you. Now spread those strong thighs. Better yet, why don’t you kneel over my face and let me suck that hanging fruit?”

“You and your fruit.” But Dylan didn’t argue. Now they just had to find and pin down the elusive Freddy Thompson. After Harper played with his doctor, of course.

When Saturday night rolled into Sunday, Freddy figured she’d had enough. She’d covered for one of her missing bartenders on her night off, and she deserved a break. After the crowd died down and Ben took over, she’d bunk down in one of the spare rooms for the night.

Just as she finished her shift, she saw Harper sitting at a corner table with a few friends. No Dylan in sight, which made it a good time to speak with him about Derrick. As she neared the table, he turned and saw her.

He said goodbye to his friends and gave her a wide smile. “Hey, Freddy. How about we get a drink?” Harper stood and gently tugged her away, catcalls and wolf whistles sounding behind them.

The crowded dining area had been turned into a dance floor, and they had to skirt dozens of gyrating and barely clad bodies to find a quieter spot on the outskirts of the room again.

She didn’t want to have to yell to be heard, so she grabbed his hand and pulled him with her into a small supply closet down the hall.

“Hot damn,” Harper swore. “I finally get closet time with Freddy Thompson.”

“Shut up.” She laughed. Her gaze met his and she had a hard time staring without drooling. He really was one of the best-looking men she knew. She liked that rough, mean look. The big guy with a bad temper who never needed to unleash it. Or so she’d heard. She’d never seen Harper mad. Just sexy and flirty.

“So do I get to kiss you now or later?” Harper murmured and stepped closer. His hand rested on her shoulder, perilously close to her breast.

Warmth immediately flooded her sex. Freddy blew out a breath. Down, girl. You know he’s just teasing. “I need to talk to you about something serious.”