What She Needs: Cape May, Book 3 Read online

  Dedication

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  Chapter One

  As Con pried his eyes open, the first thing that captured his attention was Tory’s face nestled against his chest. The early morning light coming from the large windows across the room allowed him to see her small, curvy body tucked in close. His eager dick flexed its approval. Damn, he loved sleeping with her. Even though Tory was still in possession of her grandmother’s house, she went over there only a few days a week. Con had tried to persuade her to sell the old place, but she’d flat refused. It hadn’t taken him long to realize she kept it for sentimental reasons. It bothered him that she was paying taxes on the place, though. Thankfully, Devon, his best friend and partner in their little love triangle, didn’t have the same attachment to his condo. Clearly seeing the benefits of sharing expenses, he’d sold it and moved right in.

  Careful not to wake Tory, Con gently pushed the sheet down their bodies, baring her one pretty inch at a time. It’d taken him and Devon a few weeks of coaxing, but they’d finally managed to talk Tory into sleeping naked. It’d been well worth the effort too. As he smoothed his palm down her side to her hip, all he felt was firm, warm, feminine skin. She mumbled and slung one smooth-as-satin leg over his calves. Christ, she was cute. Watching her sleep had become an obsession for him. There was just something about seeing Tory Jeffries with her guard down, looking so sweet and vulnerable. It pulled every single one of Con’s protective instincts to front and center.

  He looked across the room and spotted a bare-chested Devon sitting in the recliner. He’d pulled on his navy blue pajama bottoms and his laptop was open. Whatever was on the screen no longer held his attention, though. Devon sent him a grin, telling Con without words exactly what he intended to do—watch. s exactly what he intended to do—watch.He’d known for years that his friend was a voyeur and Con had been content to play the exhibitionist on several occasions. He didn’t quite understand it, but neither did he mind.

  Turning his attention back to Tory, Con let his hand travel a leisurely path over Tory’s shoulder and lower back before reaching the plush cushion of her ass. Her bottom was a thing of beauty. He could spend hours kissing and fondling her there. He cupped it, filling his palm with her sexy flesh. She moaned and pressed closer, her damp pussy sliding along his thigh. The slight provocation spurred him into action. Grasping her around the waist, Con pulled her on top of him, blanketing himself with her warm, supple body.

  “Good morning, Con.”

  He nudged his cock between her thighs and damn near drowned in bliss at the feel of her soft little pussy. “How’d you know it was me?”

  “Because Devon is most likely up and working already.” She turned her head and glanced across the room. “Morning, Devon,” she mumbled.

  Devon sat up and closed the laptop before placing it on the end table next to the chair. “Morning, sugar.”

  Letting out a yawn, Tory snuggled against him again. “It Saturday, Devon. Why are you up?”

  “I had too damn many meetings this week and got behind on a few things.”

  “This is all real fascinating, but I’d rather play.” Con rubbed his cock against Tory’s pussy, teasing and evoking a throaty little moan from her. “Does our little baby want to play?”

  Without answering, Tory started to move her hips, beginning a rhythmic rotating motion that had his cock hardening farther. Her cheek was pressed against his chest and one hand splayed wide, directly over his heart. “Mmm, our sweet Tory does want to play, Dev.”

  “I can see that,” Devon said, his voice low.

  Con looked over in time to see Devon get to his feet. Their gazes clashed. Devon pulled his pajama pants down and his cock sprang free. It was hard and already dripping with precome. Con continued to stare as Devon kicked his pants free and sat back down, one hand wrapped tight around his cock. When Devon’s smile came, something deep inside Con stirred the way it always did when they played this particular game.

  Tearing his gaze away from Devon, Con turned his attention back to the woman draped over him like a warm, silky blanket. He pushed the wild mane of Tory’s hair to one side and kissed her exposed cheek, savoring the flavor of her creamy skin. Her eyes fluttered open and her tongue darted out, licking at her dry, swollen lips. He watched the emotions skitter across her face as she went from drowsy to totally alert. Her gaze heated and Con’s chest tightened. Damn, the woman could make a monk shake with need. Some part of him half-expected Tory to reject him. Even after so many nights spent together, he still couldn’t help but wonder why she hadn’t kicked him to the curb. Okay, so he was a successful businessman now. He no longer had to fight just to survive. But while he might’ve moved up in the world, financially and socially, deep down Con still felt like the punk kid nobody wanted around. He was just too fucking glad Tory had never known him back then. Too fucking glad she saw something in him worth keeping around.

  For a moment, Con let his mind replay the previous night. Tory had been exhausted from helping Summer with her bed-and-breakfast. He admired the fact she never thought twice about lending a hand whenever a friend was in need, but he hated that she worked so damn hard all the time. Devon had drawn her a bath. They’d both instructed her to relax and unwind. Afterward, Con had a dinner of grilled salmon and steamed vegetables ready and waiting. The full-body massage after had been pure impulse. Of course, having their hands on the woman they loved was no hardship. And seeing her all fresh and pink from her bath had been a little too much provocation. On the other hand, her begging them to take her hadn’t hurt either. His fair little princess had been an eager and wild participant in the sex games that followed. And judging by the dampness pressing against his cock now, she was wide awake and ready for round two.

  Con was only too happy to comply.

  He took hold of her waist and flipped her over so that she lay on her back with his body covering her smaller frame. Her breath came out in a whoosh. “Con,” she whispered.

  “Shh, let me wake you up properly,” Con murmured as he descended on her already erect nipple. “Now, this is a sweet treat if I’ve ever seen one.”

  “Please, suck it, Con.”

  Christ, she pleaded so beautifully. Who was he to deny her?

  Blood raced through his veins. Didn’t she know by now that all he wanted, all he needed, was to taste her flesh? Feeling her desire wrapping around him as he buried his dick balls-deep inside her hot, tight cunt was the only thing on his mind nearly twenty-four hours a day.

  Surrendering to temptation, Con sucked one turgid peak into the wet cavern of his mouth before flicking back and forth with his tongue. She arched into him, anxious and needy, moaning his name. Con let loose a growl as he licked and bit her other plump tit. Using his hand, he cupped the soft orb and squeezed. Tory wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight. He nuzzled his face into her cleavage and licked a fiery path up and down, tasting her smooth salty skin.

  “Her pussy looks very neglected, Con,” Devon said, his rough voice pushing Con to take more, to move faster.

  Con had to contain the need to drive into her. To fuck her. Hard. Fast. Instead, he made his way down her body, lapping and nibbling at her ribcage until he reached her belly where he let his tongue dip into her little button. She tugged at his hair, saying his name over and over. It was too much. He wasn’t a fucking saint.

  Pushing her legs wide, Con dipped his tongue into her hot opening. At the first contact, Tory’s legs came around his body, wrapping tight as her fingers grasped handfuls of his hair. She pushed her hips off the bed and mashed her pussy against his face.

  �
�Damn, Con. She likes that mouth of yours.”

  Con groaned his agreement as he sucked her sweet little clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. She vaulted up, coming and shouting his name in wild abandon.

  Con waited for Tory to come back down to earth before moving off her and stretching across the bed to grab a condom. Tory’s eyes never once left his face. She watched with an eerie intensity. There was something in her eyes, as if she wanted to say something. She only stayed quiet, simply watching and waiting for him to sink his cock deep.

  “Roll to your stomach, sugar,” Devon softly ordered. “Let Con have that sweet pussy from behind.”

  Her face colored and Con was afraid Devon had pushed her a bit too far with his request. After all, Tory was still new to their relationship. It’d been two months, but she was still trying to adjust to having two men loving her, possessing her. It was a hell of a lot to take in. She surprised him when she turned over and pushed up on all fours. He heard Devon curse. Con’s cock flexed at the sight of her body open and ready. He moved, not even fully aware of doing so, getting behind her and using his knee to spread her legs wider for his invasion. He clutched her hips and pulled her back against his straining erection, eliciting a groan from him and a whimper from her.

  “Oh God, Tory. You have the most tempting little pussy, so pretty and soft.”

  Her pink vulva and pearly clit were completely visible in the early morning light. Con wanted to take his time, to fill himself with the beauty of her, but his lower body had other ideas. He thrust, pushing his cock into her tight entrance. In one silky glide he was embedded completely inside Tory’s heat. When she reached between her legs and grasped his balls, massaging and squeezing, he lost it.

  He started pumping into her, fucking her in a mad rush for that one elusive thing that only Tory gave him. It was as if his body already recognized the scent and sight of her and his greedy cock wanted her. Only her. Only Tory gave him this blind, crazed feeling. Con wouldn’t give that up—not for anything in the world.

  Suddenly, her supple hips pushed backward against him and she shouted, “Please, Con, more! I need you so badly!”

  “Anything you want, baby, it’s yours.”

  It was true. He was unable to deny her a single thing. Plunging over and over, Con lowered his body over hers, caging her in, surrounding her with his larger, harder body. He put his mouth on her neck and sucked, causing blood to rush to the surface. She’d have his mark. The thought gave him a predatory feeling deep in his core.

  Movement beside the bed caught his attention. Con looked over to see Devon, standing beside the bed, fisting his cock. Devon reached out and cupped Tory’s chin. She turned her head and Con watched as a siren’s smile came over her face an instant before she opened her mouth. A few inches of Devon’s thick erection disappeared inside Tory’s mouth.

  Devon reached up and grasped a handful of Tory’s hair, holding her in place. Con watched as Devon’s expression changed, became more intense, almost savage. Slowly he began to move his hips back and forth, fucking Tory’s mouth, while Con took possession of her pussy.

  “Christ, Tory,” Devon groaned.

  Con slammed his hips against her ass and began to fuck her pussy with fast furious strokes. “We’re about to go up in smoke, baby,” Con admitted. It was nothing short of the truth.

  As if his words fueled her own passion, Tory started moving her mouth faster on Devon’s dick, taking over the rhythm.

  “Hell, yeah. Suck it good, sugar,” Devon urged.

  Con slid his cock all the way out of her pussy, pleased beyond measure when Tory whimpered, as if her pussy were aching for his cock. Con pushed in again, dragging a moan from her and a string of curses from him.

  “Hungry?” Devon asked. “Do you need a mouthful of come, Tory?”

  Tory released the hold her mouth had on Devon’s cock long enough to murmur, “Yes, please.” Her lips closed over the swelled head once more. Con and Devon were both mesmerized by the sight of her. So open and giving. Con fucked her harder, faster. At the same time, Devon took hold of her face and drove his cock in and out of her mouth.

  Reaching beneath her, Con rubbed over her distended clit. Tory arched and clenched around him, her sex cupping his dick like a hot little fist as she flew apart. Devon cursed, his balls slapping Tory’s chin, then suddenly he stiffened and pulled free. Tory kept her mouth open as Devon pumped once more, shooting his come onto her waiting tongue. Con and Devon’s gazes were glued to Tory as she swallowed. When her little pink tongue swiped over her lips, licking up the last few drops, Con felt something he hadn’t thought he’d ever feel toward the man who’d been like a brother over half his life—jealousy.

  Chapter Two

  “Well, that was a pleasant way to wake up,” Tory said as she dropped onto the mattress. Every nerve ending in her body was buzzing from her glorious orgasm.

  Devon chuckled and kissed the top of her head before moving onto the bed and cradling her body against his. “Just pleasant?”

  Without saying a word, Con shot up and headed toward the bathroom. Had she done something wrong? He was never quiet, especially after making love. When he reappeared, Tory noticed his gaze went straight to Devon and, unless she was mistaken, Con looked pissed. What was that about? As she sat up, Tory grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around her body. “Con?”

  Con’s gaze softened as he stared at the hand she used to clutch the sheet close. “It’s been over two months, baby. You can lose the sheet.”

  Tory smoothed her palm over the soft, light blue cotton material and said, “You two might’ve talked me into sleeping naked, but sitting around in the bright light of day in my birthday suit is never going to happen.”

  “We’ll see, won’t we?” Devon asked. He moved off the bed and pulled on his pajama pants before moving to sit in the chair he’d vacated earlier.

  “Yes, we will.” Always pushing for more, that was Con and Devon, but Tory wasn’t budging on this one.

  Con went to the dresser and opened a drawer. After retrieving a pair of black silk boxers, he slid them on and leaned against the dresser, crossing his legs at the ankles. God, the man was delicious. His close-cropped midnight black hair always tempted Tory to reach out and play. Add a thickly muscled chest and gorgeous six-pack abs to the mix and it was no wonder Tory craved the man. Yep, Con was a silver-eyed hunk, no doubt about it.

  “I have something to tell you two,” he said. “Now’s as good a time as any, I guess.”

  Tory and Devon looked at each other, then back at Con. “Shoot,” Devon said.

  “Next Monday is Valentine’s Day.”

  Butterflies flitted around in Tory’s stomach at the reminder. Valentine’s Day. Crap. She didn’t have a clue what she was supposed to get Con and Devon. It was bad enough with one guy to think about. She had two, for crying out loud! “I’ll be honest, I have no idea what I’m getting either of you.”

  Con winked. “What you just gave us works for me.”

  “Ditto, sugar.”

  Tory rolled her eyes. “Whatever. You were saying?”

  “What would you two say to a trip to Cancun? Sun, surf and lots of hot, sweaty sex.”

  For a moment Tory was speechless. “Seriously?”

  Con stepped away from the dresser and came toward her. “I’ve already booked the room and bought the plane tickets.” Once he was within inches of the bed, he murmured, “We’ll leave Friday and come back late Sunday. Two days in a tropical paradise. What do you say?”

  “Con, we should’ve talked about this”, Devon warned.

  Con frowned over at Devon. “What’s there to talk about? You said yourself you were taking a personal day on Friday, so it’s not like you’ll be missing work.”

  Devon stood and, unless Tory missed her guess, he looked ready to blow a gasket. “That’s not the point, damn it.”

  Con pushed a hand through his hair. “Then what the hell is the point?”

  “Did you
ever stop to consider I might want to plan this with you?” Devon pointed to Tory and growled, “She’s not yours, Con, she’s ours.”

  Uh-oh. Tory didn’t like the direction this little discussion was going. “Uh, guys?”

  Con ignored her. “I don’t need the reminder. I figured this would be a fun trip for all of us.”

  “That’s the problem, you figured.” He pointed back and forth between the two of them. “We should’ve worked together on this.”

  Con took a step toward Devon and fired back, “To hell with that. I don’t need your damn permission to take Tory to Cancun.”

  “We both love Tory and we both want her to be happy. She’s not going to be happy if we’re fighting over her like she’s a damn dog treat!”

  “Stop it!” Tory yelled. Both men went silent, twin expressions of shock on their faces as they stared at her. “You two are being ridiculous.”

  Con cursed and turned away. Something was eating at him, but she had no idea what it could be.

  Tory scooted off the bed, the sheet wrapped tight around her, and went to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and nearly moaned at the hard muscle beneath her fingers. “What is it, Con? Talk to me.”

  He stiffened. For a moment Tory was afraid he wouldn’t answer. When he turned, forcing her to drop her hand, and blasted her with the full intensity of his silver gaze, her blood heated. “It’s nothing, baby.”

  She smacked him on the chest. “It’s not nothing. You’re upset. Why?”

  He sighed and shook his head. “It’s a hell of an adjustment, this relationship of ours.”

  Her stomach bottomed out. “Is it me?” What if he were getting tired of her?

  He frowned. “Huh?”

  “She thinks you’re losing interest in her, you idiot.”

  Con stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. It felt so good to be held by Con. He didn’t do pathetic hugs. Only big bear hugs would do for him. “Oh hell, baby,” he whispered against the top of her head. “I could never lose interest in you. Not in a million years.”