Elemental Pleasure by Mari Carr

kissed it. “Then come with me.” He looked at Lance. “Both of you.”
    *****
    Preston led them to his bedroom. The room was probably small by the standards of other places in the country, but in San Francisco, it was downright spacious.
    “Lance, can you grab the straight back chair from the office?”
    Lance nodded and disap peared. Carly eased herself onto the side of the bed. She could try to tell herself she hadn’t planned for this, hadn’t wanted it, but the fact that she’d gone home and change d into a matching bra and panty set to wear under her simple wrap dress proved it was a lie. She’d known all along if she came here tonight, she’d commit to them, and if she committed to them, she’d end up in bed with them.
    Lance brought in a Shaker-style chair, putting it near the foot of the bed.
    “What’s that for?” Carly asked.
    “We’re going to use it to make sure we don’t overwhelm you again.”
    Preston was clearly leaving nothing to chance. “How?”
    “I’m going to tie Lance to the chair.”
    “Fuck,” Lance groaned. “Why me?”
    “Because you tried to fuck her on a piano.”
    “You were fingering her on a desk.”
    “Gentlemen, seriously?” Carly raised her hand. “We’re back to this?”
    Preston knelt and pulled a box from under the bed. In it was an array of sex toys, some of which Carly didn’t even recognize.
    “Damn,” Lance said, looking over her shoulder. “That’s quite a collection.”
    Carly bumped into him when she took a step back. It wasn’t what she saw that scared her. What alarmed her more was how aroused she suddenly was.
    Lance nuzzled her neck and she moaned.
    “Starting without me?” Preston pulled some rope and straps from the box. He set them on the bed, and grabbed Carly’s hips to tug her away and turn her. As she faced Lance, Preston pushed her back into his open arms.
    She went willingly, eagerly. As she leaned into Lance’s embrace, she felt the hard length of his cock. He tipped her chin up and kissed her. His tongue touched the seam of her lips, then ventured into her mouth. Her hands were on his chest, but the fabric of his shirt was in the way, keeping her from what she wanted most. Bare skin. True contact.
    Unbuttoning his shirt, she pushed it off his shoulders, her fingers working their way along his arms, tracing and kneading his thick muscles.
    Hands touched her hips, her back. Preston brushed her hair aside and kissed the hollow of her neck as he untied her dress. She moved away from Lance, stepping back as Preston pulled her dress off. It fell to the floor around her feet.
    Preston’s hips pressed against her ass, pushing her against Lance once more. His hands roamed over her sides while Lance cupped her face and kissed her.
    Wanting to test them, Carly took Preston’s hand and, lacing his fingers with hers, she ran their connected hands over Lance’s bare back. She expected either one or both of the men to protest, but neither did. She relaxed a little. She didn’t think this would work if they used her as a shield between them, but maybe this way—this true joining of three—would work.
    “Let’s get into position,” Preston whispered against her neck.
    Lance stepped away, shucking his shoes, socks, pants and boxers. The lights in Preston’s bedroom were brighter than those in the hotel, and she was struck again by the girth of Lance’s cock. She licked her lips, remembering how it felt to have him in her mouth as Preston fucked her. She’d always been a sexual person, but she’d never felt so wanton before.
    “Lance, will you sit?”
    Casting a suspicious glance at Preston, Lance sighed and took a seat in the straight-backed chair. He folded his arms.
    “Carly?” Preston handed her some leather straps.
    “Me?”
    Preston smiled. “This is for you. Put them around his ankles.”
    Kneeling at Lance’s feet, she strapped his ankles to the chair legs. Propping her chin on his knee, she watched as Preston wrapped the