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  Two Hot to Handle

  Sky Robinson

  Macy James didn’t ask for two hot firefighters as neighbors, and she sure didn’t plan on falling for them both. But she can’t possibly choose one over the other. They’re sweet and sexy as sin, but also best friends, co-workers and roommates. There’s no way she’s getting between that. But when getting between them suddenly becomes literal, she would have to be crazy to say no.

  A Romantica® contemporary menage erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

  TWO HOT TO HANDLE

  Sky Robinson

  Chapter One

  Macy James tapped her toe impatiently as she waited for the always slow elevator and hoped it didn’t smell like piss in there today. Normally she didn’t bother using it, but with her arms full of groceries and her legs still burning from yesterday’s run, she didn’t want to even try the stairs.

  The run had been an attempt to get her sexy firefighter neighbors out of her mind, but unfortunately it wasn’t effective at anything but making her legs hurt like hell. And because of it, three floors seemed too intense a climb with the heavy load. Hell, she could barely hobble along on flat ground today. Yep, it was completely pathetic.

  The elevator door finally dinged and opened. Macy set down the heaviest bag before she pressed the button for the third floor but then they walked through the building entry and her foot reached out a little too eagerly to stop the elevator door from closing.

  It was the polite thing to do, if only she could convince herself that was the reason she did it, that it wasn’t because she wanted an excuse to be stuck in a small space with them, even if it was for less than a minute.

  Jake and Tristan, her neighbors for the past six months, exuded sex appeal in jeans. They were both hot as hell. Bulging muscles rippled beneath two plain white t-shirts. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on either of their six-foot frames, and she had to remind herself to breathe as they got into the elevator with her.

  “You guys look beat. Long day at work?” She was just starting polite conversation with her neighbors. Really. But her pussy sure as hell shouldn’t be throbbing like it was.

  “Yeah.” Jake ran a hand through his hair, dark and thick, and she wished she was the one running her fingers through it—as he kissed her, rough, taking everything.

  Jesus, Macy, get a grip.

  Jake’s voice brought her back from her inappropriate thoughts. “There’s an arsonist going crazy this week. He hit a bar downtown early this morning and a house this afternoon. It’s been a long day.”

  Tristan leaned against the back wall, crossing his arms in front of his chest and flexing them sexily. God, she hoped she wasn’t drooling. Macy forced her eyes to the door, to the buttons, to anything but the two sexy guys standing suddenly too close.

  “Captain America over there is going to be on the five o’clock news carrying a woman out of a burning house.” Jake jutted his chin in Tristan’s direction.

  Tristan grinned and raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, well, Captain Humble is going to be on the news too for bringing her son out right before the whole place collapsed.”

  “Really?” She knew that they were the hero types, but the fact they made the news for it was pretty cool. “Very impressive.”

  And not what she needed to hear to have any chance of diminishing her interest in them. Her life would be so much easier if at least one of them was a chauvinistic man-whore jerk.

  “Just another day at work.” Tristan grinned, his smile extending all the way to those sexy blue eyes.

  “Do you have guests?” He nodded at her bags of groceries.

  She did buy a lot of food today. “No guests, I just got a little overzealous at the grocery store.” She bought way more than she could ever eat, but it all looked so good. “There’s a reason they say not to go to the store hungry.” She smiled sheepishly at her own grocery indiscretions. It was her biggest weakness, well, right after the weakness she had for the two guys in the elevator with her.

  “Would you boys like to join me for supper tonight?” Macy offered as a way to get rid of the excess food so she wouldn’t end up eating it all herself and gaining ten pounds.

  Oh hell, who was she trying to kid. It was about more than just the food, Jake and Tristan were both damn sexy and she wanted to spend more time with them. She would throw herself at either one if given the chance. The problem was they’d both made it clear they were interested in her, and she couldn’t choose one over the other. They were friends since childhood, worked together, lived together. Her choosing one of them would not have a good impact on their friendship, and she liked them both too much to do that. Hell, she didn’t know which one she would choose anyway.

  Jake was soft spoken and sweet and Tristan was a tattooed bad boy with the heart of a big teddy bear. And they both belonged on the cover of GQ. Fate was just tormenting her by sending them both to live in the apartment next to her.

  “We would love to eat with you tonight.” The way Jake said the words had her heart pounding, as if there was more to the meaning, more than just eating he was interested in. Probably just her overactive imagination, but she couldn’t stop it. Wasn’t sure she even wanted to. Dreaming about them was one of the few things that got her through every miserable day at work.

  “Sounds like fun.” Tristan agreed.

  Macy sure as hell would like to have some fun with one of them. Her neglected pussy hadn’t felt the touch of a man in way too long, but which one would she have fun with?

  The elevator dinged on the third floor and the door slowly opened.

  “Let us help you with those.” Each of the men grabbed a bag, leaving her with nothing but her purse.

  “Thank you. You guys spoil me.” They were good to have around for way more than just looking at. Even completely dog-tired from fighting fires all day, they didn’t quit helping people. It was like some genetically embedded trait that they couldn’t turn off. Not that she would want them to. Men like Tristan and Jake were too rare these days. Probably why she hardly ever went on dates. The men who asked her out couldn’t hold a candle to them, and Macy wasn’t willing to settle for less.

  She dug out her keys and held the door open for the boys. They set the bags on her small center counter and groceries spilled out, covering most of the surface.

  “What can we do to help?” Tristan asked.

  “For right now grab yourselves a couple beers from the refrigerator and you can pour me a glass of wine.” They had been in her apartment enough times to know where everything was. She liked having them over for dinner, liked having their company more than she cared to admit. It was some weird little dream relationship she was having with both of them, and it was keeping her from getting out and living life. She should probably quit torturing herself.

  Maybe tomorrow.

  Tristan grabbed a wineglass from her cupboard and Jake grabbed two beers and the half-empty bottle of red wine from the refrigerator.

  “Is spaghetti okay with you guys?” She knew they weren’t picky, had always eaten whatever she made, but she asked the question anyway. Mostly to distract the butterflies in her stomach that seemed to have a penchant to do loop-de-loops every time Jake and Tristan were anywhere close.

  “Spaghetti sounds great.” Jake smiled and handed her the glass of wine when he finished pouring.

  The spark that hit her when his hand touched hers wasn’t unexpected, but it was still a little unnerving. She had such an attraction to him it was pointless to deny it. The only thing she could do was try to hide it. She turned away so he couldn’t see her eyes, couldn’t see her face. She wouldn’t let him see how much it affected her when he let his hand linger on hers just a little too long.

  Macy got busy putting t
he noodles on to boil and tossing the hamburger into the pan to brown. Tristan came up behind her, his muscles pressed against her back and his arm touching the length of hers, reaching for the spatula. She sucked in a sharp breath.

  “Let me stir that for you.” His words were hot in her ear and a shiver of lust shot through her.

  “Uh…yeah…sure.” Macy forced herself to move out of his embrace and tried to stop all her blood from rushing downward. The heat pooling in her pussy right now wasn’t going to do anyone a damn bit of good.

  Jake came up in front of her, wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck lightly. “Is there anything I can help with?”

  Man, these guys were being aggressive tonight with their come-ons, and right in front of each other.

  And her body was responding to it way too easily. Every nerve ending was overly sensitive, ready, waiting. But she couldn’t choose one of them and she sure as hell couldn’t have them both. They knew exactly the torment they were causing her, and she couldn’t take another minute of it or she might explode.

  Macy put her hands on Jake’s arms and pushed herself away from his grasp, her body protesting, wanting his touch so damn badly, needing more. But the sensible part of her knew she couldn’t have more. They had been through this before, knew her feelings, knew she wouldn’t choose one of them over the other.

  “I’m sorry, I can’t do this, I can’t choose one of you and I can’t stand the torment.”

  Tristan turned off the burners on the stove and turned her to face him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and those blue eyes stared down at her intently. “What if you don’t have to choose, Macy?”

  Chapter Two

  “What do you mean?” He couldn’t mean what she was thinking. He couldn’t be suggesting what she thought he was suggesting. It wasn’t right.

  “What if we share you?” Jake stepped forward and cupped her chin in his hand, turning her toward him as Tristan pressed against her back, sandwiching her and keeping her from looking away as the proposal sank in.

  “Share me?” Her voice squeaked and her pussy throbbed. She had dreamed about having each of them, but never dreamed of having them both at the same time. “Is that even possible?”

  “Sure, why not.” She could hear the chuckle in Tristan’s voice and he moved his lips down to nip and suck at the sensitive skin on her neck.

  A surge of wetness rushed to her opening, soaking her panties and proving her need was real and strong. She did want this. It was the perfect compromise and if they were okay with it, well, she sure as hell could be too.

  “I guess we can try.” Her words were an attempt at being coy while her body was screaming yes, yes, yes!

  “That’s what I was hoping you would say.” Jake dipped forward and pressed his lips to hers as his hands moved up her shirt, to her nipples, tugging and rubbing until they both formed stiff peaks.

  At the same time Tristan slipped his fingers up into her shorts. He circled her clit once and then again and had her pussy throbbing for more.

  She was fighting against her sensible side, the one that said regular people didn’t do this kind of thing in groups of three. But if this wasn’t right, why did it feel so good?

  Tristan slipped one of his fingers inside her, into the heat and wetness that pulsed with need for both of these men. Jake pinched the thin material of her bra and one of her nipples, hard, and every nerve ending in her body tensed. Tristan thrust his finger in and out of her pussy, bringing her level of torment higher and higher until she couldn’t see straight.

  But this wasn’t right. People didn’t go off into groups of three. It couldn’t last, shouldn’t happen. Her pussy clenched around Tristan’s finger, not caring about what it should or shouldn’t do. Her pussy wanted one thing…well, two things. And how the hell was that going to work?

  “She’s already so wet for us.” Tristan’s words held this edgy sound she’d never heard from him before.

  “Good. We better start getting rid of some of these clothes then.” Jake grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it slowly up and over her head.

  Macy instinctively sucked in a breath and her stomach. If she’d known she was about to get so much attention, that she would be getting naked with these two perfect specimen of men, she might have gone for a few more runs and done about a million sit-ups.

  Jake let his eyes drift slowly down her body. “Perfect.”

  The one word calmed all her fears of inadequacy. She was curvy. And the way Jake was looking at her, the lust in his eyes, let her know she was exactly what he wanted. The man could have any woman he wanted. Good-looking, charming and a hero. They both were. And they chose her.

  Jake reached behind her and within seconds had her bra unclasped and falling to the floor to join her shirt. The cool air of the room caused her nipples to suck into tight buds.

  “You have fantastic breasts.” Jake moved his tongue to circle one nipple then the other, and then sucked each one into his mouth solidly, making them pucker so hard they almost hurt.

  Tristan’s hands worked to unbutton and unzip her shorts and push them and her panties to the floor. The solid muscle of his chest pressed against her back and she could feel his heat through the thin material of his t-shirt. She could also feel the hardness of his cock against her ass, straining against his jeans. A shiver of lust jolted through her.

  Tristan’s fingers circled her clit once slowly and then again, and another rush of wetness surged to her pussy. She moaned and let her head drop back against his chest.

  Could they really do this, could they really share her and both be okay with it? Macy hoped like hell they could. Having them both touch her felt so good, so right. She sure didn’t want them to stop. Not now. Not ever.

  Macy needed them, both of them. She didn’t know how the logistics of it all were going to work, but as long as her pussy would finally get some satisfaction. That was all that really mattered. The torment that Jake and Tristan caused her had to end.

  Macy tugged Jake’s shirt over his head impatiently. “Holy shit, they do exist,” she whispered as she ran her hands down the dips of his six-pack abs. She’d never seen abs like that anywhere other than on airbrushed magazine covers.

  Jake chuckled.

  “Sorry.” She jerked her hands away and could feel her cheeks heat, undoubtedly turning red with her embarrassment. She hadn’t meant to say the words out loud, hadn’t meant to let him know she’d never actually touched a man anywhere as sexy as him.

  “There’s no reason to be sorry.” He grabbed her hand and put it against his stomach muscles again, moving her fingers down each hot curve of muscle until they rested on the fly of his jeans.

  He didn’t need to give her any more of a hint than that. Macy worked to undo his pants and pushed them down. They fell to the floor with a dull clunk, but she could barely focus on the sound. More important was the fact that his cock pressed long and hard against the fabric of his boxers. She ran her hand down it and he groaned.

  “I’ve been waiting too damn long for this. We’ve been waiting too damn long for this,” Jake said before he moved his mouth to her breasts again, circling them softly and then sucking them hard. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain that had her needing more, needing his cock inside her pounding hard and fast and giving her the release she so desperately craved. Her fingers worked to remove his boxers and shove them to the floor.

  “You got that right.” Tristan’s words were warm against the back of her neck as his finger rubbed another circle around her clit and then entered her sex again. Her entire body jolted.

  “We couldn’t let pride or fears keep us away from you any longer.”

  Fear? What the hell would they possibly fear? There was no way she would ever consider turning either of them down. Maybe they weren’t really superheroes. Maybe they had fears and doubts just like she did.

  Tristan ran his finger backward and pressed at her ass, rubbing the wetness around it and then pre
ssing inside her a little way, stretching her out. And she knew exactly how she was going to be able to have them both at the same time.

  Tristan’s zipper sounded behind her and she could feel the warm skin of his cock pressing against her ass, throbbing there until her muscles clenched, needing more. She pressed backward, rubbing her ass against him.

  “Bedroom?” Tristan groaned the word in her ear.

  “Ummhmmm.” She started walking in that direction and they kept her sandwiched as they moved, kissing and touching, hitting so many of her sensitive areas at the same time until Macy thought she was going to explode.

  Jake flopped down on the center of her bed, pulling her on top of him as he fell.

  “Here’s one for you,” Tristan said as he tossed a condom onto the bed beside Jake’s head. Macy grabbed it and tore the package open with her teeth, not wanting to wait any longer to have his cock inside her.

  She could hear Tristan ripping his open as well, but Macy didn’t look back, kept her focus on rolling the condom down Jake’s thick cock and then sitting on it in one smooth stroke. Her pussy clenched around him, so close to release already.

  “Are you in a hurry?” Tristan’s hands grabbed her ass, tilting it up toward him and pressing the tip of his cock at her rosette.

  “I’ve been waiting a long time for this, wanted you guys, separately, I thought anyway.” She didn’t know why she felt shy about the admission. She didn’t feel shy about her need for his cock in her ass as she pressed against him harder.

  “And together?” Jake asked and stared up at her, looking a little nervous.

  He pulsed his cock inside her, tormenting every sensitive nerve ending to an almost unbearable level, making it impossible for her to say no. Not that she had any intention of saying no.

  “Yes, definitely together.” Macy couldn’t deny it. The way they were touching her, the way she wanted both of them for so long, it seemed like the perfect compromise. And it sure as hell didn’t feel like much of a compromise to her. It was more like heaven.