Incubus Dreams

He squeezed my hand. “You won’t force me?”

“Not my kick.”

“Nor mine,” Jean-Claude said. “I have been victim too many times over the centuries. It has given me no taste for it.”

Richard took in a big breath, which moved his chest and shoulders, and raised his stomach up and down, as if he’d drawn air all the way down to his toes. He let it out slowly, then nodded. “Let’s try. If I can’t do it, then I can’t do it, but I’ll try.”

I kept my hand in Jean-Claude’s, but stepped away from him, until I was standing in front of Richard. I went up on tiptoes, and he bent down so I could kiss him, gently, on the mouth. “Have I told you recently that I think you are very brave?”

His eyes filled with something warm and good. “Never.”

“Then I’m saying it now.”

“Thank you,” he said, and his arm slid around my waist, the warmth of his skin pulsing even through the silk. No, not his warmth, his power.

Jean-Claude stood up, and I drew him into the back of my body.

Richard tensed when Jean-Claude’s body pi

“Now, let’s get naked,” I said.

I actually made them both choke and laugh at the same time. “Ma petite, what has made you so bold?”

“It takes the three of us forever to do anything. We discuss it, we argue it, we fight, we make up, we fight. I don’t want to discuss anymore. If we’re going to do this, let’s do it.”

“Just like that,” Richard said, “off with the clothes, no sweet talk first.”

I leaned into the circle of his arm, and the weight of Jean-Claude behind my back. I looked up Richard’s face, and said, “I want to see if I can deep throat you.”

He blinked at me, then started to laugh, then stopped, and finally said in a strained voice, “You couldn’t before. It was great, but you never quite-”

“I’ve been practicing,” I said. I smiled up at him.

“That smile,” he said.

“What smile?” I said.

Jean-Claude answered, “The knowing smile.”

“The one that says you’re thinking dirty thoughts, and you want to do them all with me. You’re the only woman I know that can put i

“Evil,” I said. “Am I supposed to be offended?”

“I just never expected to see that smile directed at me again.” He kissed me on the forehead. “For that smile, I’d do a lot.”

“I still don’t get the idea of i

“You have the look of a fallen angel, ma petite. An angel does not stop being an angel merely because they fall from grace; their wings are not so easily taken.”

I remembered thinking almost the same thing about Richard earlier.

Like a fallen angel. Should it have bothered me that Jean-Claude and I were using the same analogy? Yeah, but out loud all I said was, “I thought you were the dark angel here?” I turned so I could see his face.

He smiled and whispered, “Nothing I could have offered would have gotten him out of his pants.”

“I heard that,” Richard said.

Jean-Claude laughed. “And will you refuse her offer?”

He looked from Jean-Claude to me, then back to Jean-Claude.

Richard laughed, a very masculine laugh. “No.”

I was suddenly very aware of the two of them pressed on either side of me. Enough foreplay, off with the clothes.