Especially since her initial fantasy had started with Jax dripping wet. He hadn’t left much to the imagination when he’d surprised her in his bedroom. She’d caught a glimpse of his erection beginning to tent his towel.
In her reverie, she’d envisioned skimming her fingernails over the hard swells of his pecs, lightly scraping his small, beaded nipples, and continuing downward, the pads of her fingers flattening against the ridges of his abs to absorb every quiver of his flesh and flexing of his muscles beneath her touch.
Then she licked a few drops of water from his warm skin before she stripped away the material at his waist, sinking to her knees in front of him and taking him in her mouth. Feeling the weight of him on her tongue as his shaft glided along, her teeth gently grazing velvet-covered steel, just enough to make his hips jerk and his breath come in heavier pulls.
As she palmed his balls and gently rolled them, she sucked deep, until he growled low and primal.
Then Lex had stepped from the shadows of her mind. Naked and hard. And she couldn’t resist him. Had released Jax and repeated the process with Lex. Switching between men every few minutes until she’d felt their releases build. She’d gotten Jax off first. Then Lex.
All the while, in reality, Lily had been snuggled between her sheets, her fingers sweeping back and forth over her slick folds, then circling her clit as the pressure mounted.
Thinking of the powerful duo of Jackson Sterling and Lexington Alexander coming because of her ministrations was what had sent her over the edge. And it’d been one hell of an orgasm.
Now she passed through the open doors of the music room, fighting the flush creeping up her neck to her jaw and cheeks over her naughty thoughts about her bosses.
She skirted the grand piano and the four violins resting on stands along the wall of windows and stopped just shy of the terrace.
It was a beautiful California day. Bright-blue sky, waves rolling onto the shore below, a balmy breeze. The two objects of her wicked desire sat at the large glass-topped table along the curved railing. Lex was scribbling madly in a notepad. Jax was reading the San Francisco Chronicle.
Lily expertly set out their first-course brunch selections. Served orange juice and coffee. Then stood off to the side while they ate, awaiting any requests they might have.
The air was a bit different between them this morning. Last night, there’d been palpable tension and disconcertion. Now there was quiet harmony. Suggesting they were very attuned with each other physically. Knew each other on a level she couldn’t quite fathom. Best friends. Brothers. More?
They didn’t need to speak. Went about brunch innately knowing when to pass the salt and pepper, not disturbing the other, each lost in his own thoughts.
But there was something else that she couldn’t fully decipher. It was as though they were connected viscerally. And it fascinated her.
Lily didn’t interrupt them as she refreshed their beverages. Whisked away empty plates. Reset the napkins and flatware for the next course. She could do all of this with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back, she surmised. Had that much experience. But while her movements were blissfully graceful and her duties easily executed, there was an electric current running through her veins that had her nerve endings snapping and sizzling.
Lily had never been attracted to two men at the same time—and so intensely. She hoped like hell they couldn’t tell. Hoped they didn’t even notice her, so engrossed were they in their own activities. Because that was the safe and sane road to travel.
Not the one that conversely told her she wanted them to notice her every single time she walked into a room.
The way they’d both looked at her upon their individual meetings, and then when she’d poured cocktails for them, had her thinking the attraction wasn’t just one-sided. But three-sided.
Though after her ruminations had run wild last night and she’d also contemplated if Lex and Jax actually were accustomed to love triangles—still considering that fallout from years ago—she had to admit it really wasn’t wise to speculate about any of this. Certainly not to fantasize about it when her paycheck hung in the balance.
So dial down the lust, girlfriend.
Lily needed this income to supplement the savings she’d almost depleted with a broken-down car, a huge spike in rent the last time her lease had been renewed, and a dental emergency her insurance hadn’t covered.
To say she was a bit desperate financially was putting it mildly. Not that she couldn’t have weathered the storm while still working at the Cliff House. She’d made a decent salary, and tips had been very good. But Lily had been scrimping for years as she’d planned an epic trip-of-a-lifetime to Europe, and she didn’t want to miss out on it. Particularly the month in Paris she’d dreamed of since she was a kid. The only gift she’d given herself, but there was more to it than that.
So she had to keep this new employment arrangement in perspective.
Unfortunately, Lex was disinclined to let her quietly blend into the background.
He said, “Greta tells us you’re originally from River Cross, Lily.”
“Yes, that’s right. My father works for the Angelini estate.”
The Angelinis were considered royalty in the elite wine country community, along with another, the Catalanos. The two families were embroiled in a feud to rival that of the Montagues and Capulets over a massive piece of property they jointly owned but could neither sell nor develop.
Lily’s father had always contended it was a waste to let such prime real estate sit, undeveloped, because of an argument. But both heads of household were stubborn and stuck to their guns.
Jax, still perusing the paper, said, “That’s a long drive up to the Cliff House.”
“Little over an hour once you reach the coastal highway. I only worked the weekends until I turned eighteen, and then I moved into the city to make it an easier commute and so that I could sign on full-time.”