Intensity

  INTENSITY

  Berengaria Brown

  MENAGE AMOUR

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  INTENSITY

  Copyright © 2010 by Berengaria Brown

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  INTENSITY

  BERENGARIA BROWN

  Copyright © 2010

  Chapter One

  “Now see here, Uncle John. You are not, absolutely not, to frighten Keziah. It’s taken me almost a month to get her to agree to move in with us, and if she had anywhere else to go, she wouldn’t be coming here. In fact, I still half expect her to carry out her crazy idea of riding the trains all night or something. She will be arriving this afternoon, and I want you to promise me you will not materialize or do anything, anything at all, to scare her away. Now promise me you will behave,” Amos asked sternly.

  The white-haired old man, his twinkling blue eyes identical to those of his great-nephew, pulled himself up to his full height and straightened his mouth into a solemn line.

  “My dear Amos, I wouldn’t dream of upsetting sweet little Keziah. She is a darling girl and absolutely perfect for you and Wesley.”

  The ghost’s response may have been more believable if he hadn’t taken that moment to drift his body through the couch before sitting on it and meticulously resting his right ankle on his left knee.

  “Dammit, that’s exactly what I am talking about. If you do that when she’s around you’ll scare her off for good. You are to stay upstairs in the office and not come down here at all until she is happily settled, and I can explain all about you to her.”

  “But my dear boy, you know I am only hanging around to help you take over the business. Your father is an incompetent idiot, and I couldn’t bear to see him ruin my company, which is why I am still here.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah. But I lost an excellent secretary after you appeared in the bathroom when she was here that time. We damn near had to call the paramedics she was so hysterical. And I will not risk losing Keziah. So stay upstairs until further notice. Understand?”

  The old man sighed and nodded and wafted silently through the ceiling.

  Amos Smith-Johnstone’s grandma Jane was his great-uncle John Smith’s sister and only relative. And since John had never married, Jane had kept her last name and hyphenated it to that of her husband. Jane’s only child, Andrew, was Amos’s father, but as John had so pithily commented, he did not have a head for business so all John’s hopes for the company rested on Amos’s shoulders. Fortunately for them all, Amos loved the business and was now confidently in charge of it and had smoothly repaired most of the damage his father had done between John’s death and his taking over at the age of twenty-five, three years ago.

  And who in their right mind, with the last name Smith, would call his kids John and Jane, Amos mused for the millionth time, glancing ceiling-ward to check whether or not John had really left.

  He turned his mind to Keziah. Delicious Keziah with her glossy brown hair and intelligent gray eyes. And her luscious curves in all the right places. God, his cock hardened just thinking about her. Thinking about those full, ripe breasts in his hands, her dark brownish-pink nipples in his mouth, his cock deep in her cunt, and Wesley in her ass, their cocks rubbing each other through her thin tissues. Or his cock in her ass, his hands on her generous hips, his head on her soft shoulder and Wesley in his ass and—

  Shit! He’d be fucking her against the door the minute she arrived if he didn’t get his mind under control fast.

  Wesley had gone to help her pack up her tiny apartment and bring her stuff here. Well, what little stuff she had. It was a one-room apartment, and she’d sold the few pieces of nice furniture she’d owned after she lost her job six weeks ago.

  She’d lost her job because she’d been brave enough to call her slimy pervert of a boss an asshole in public. Unfortunately, that had meant she did not have a reference. And no references made it very hard to get a job in this poor economic climate.

  Not that he couldn’t have found her a job somewhere in the company. She was a bright, intelligent woman. But she’d refused his “charity” and insisted on being independent.

  He and Wesley had been urging her to move in with them for months. Only now, when she was obliged to give up her apartment due to lack of rent and utility money, had he persuaded her. Her damn pride hadn’t let her agree until now, despite the fact that she was happy to fuck them and go out with them. And no way was he going to let Uncle John endanger his and Wesley’s plans for her now. They were going to fuck her brains out so hard and so often, she wouldn’t be able to get out of their bed ever again.

  Shit, my cock wants inside her right now so bad.

  * * * *

  Keziah leaned against the side of the company truck Wesley had borrowed to help her move her stuff into their apartment.

  I
t’s lucky I sold my TV and my sofa. Although their apartment is a lot bigger than mine, it’s really just two big rooms, and with three of us living there, it might be a bit crowded. And it’s good I don’t have a car anymore because I bet I couldn’t afford the parking fees here, either.

  She glanced around at the parking garage. The city tower building owned by Smith Incorporated was huge with several floors of shops, then maybe ten more of offices before the floors of apartments started. And there were a couple of restaurants and a gym and swimming pool the guys had taken her to a few times.

  The first two levels of the basement parking garage were for the shops, then the next few for the offices, so they were parked on level six which had its own elevator direct to the apartments.

  And I bet all this security costs big money, too. She sighed as she saw Wesley returning with a security guard pushing a trolley for her luggage.

  The two men made short work of unloading her boxes from the van and wheeling the trolley to the elevator. The guard swiped his keycard to open the elevator doors. Then Wesley inserted his own keycard and pressed the button for their floor.

  Keziah watched Wesley maneuver the trolley, his broad shoulders and muscled arms moving the equipment as if it wasn’t laden with a dozen boxes containing all her possessions. His chocolate-brown eyes and chestnut-brown hair provided an excellent contrast to Amos’s golden hair and blue eyes and made her coloring look mousey and boring by contrast.

  I don’t know why two such gorgeous hunks are interested in an overweight, unemployed nobody like me. But I’m not sorry I told that slimy sleaze ball to take his hands off Jenny. He terrifies her, and she hates him, but she’s too young and innocent to know how to deal with him.

  For a moment, Keziah smiled blissfully, remembering the moment she’d said, very loudly, in a company meeting, “Get your filthy hands out of her pants you pervert.” Her boss had turned bright red and called her a liar and troublemaker before demanding Jenny tell everyone he hadn’t touched her. Jenny had been too embarrassed and scared to say anything, and within a week, Keziah had been sacked for “incompetence.” But everyone knew what the sleaze ball had done, including his wife, so he was no longer a danger to anyone, and Keziah was happy with the outcome, even though finding a job had proven a lot harder than she’d expected.

  Her smile faded, and she sighed deeply.

  “Hey, sweetness, everything will work out. You’ll see,” said Wesley, pulling her against his side for a brief hug just as the elevator doors pinged open.

  “Yeah, I owe you guys big time. And as soon as I’ve settled in, I will give my résumé to every company in this building. I can door-knock them all and make sure I speak to the right person without having to take public transport to get there,” she joked.

  “You could have fought him in the courts. You’d have won, you know,” offered Wesley.

  “Nah, Jenny would never testify, and I hated the company so I was happy to go. I just didn’t realize how hard it would be to get another job without a reference. And don’t tell me Amos would give me a reference. I have not and will not work for him,” she added.

  Wesley sighed.

  Keziah knew both the men would cheerfully have found her a job with one of their colleagues, but she refused to be even more of a burden on them.

  If I could have found anywhere else to live, I wouldn’t be here. It was really sweet of Jenny to offer me a bed on her couch, but Jenny’s apartment is even smaller than mine so that’s not an option. And I am sleeping with them both, although it’s not exactly a relationship yet. Well, I don’t think it is.

  At least in staying with them she would be able to decide if it was going to develop into a relationship or if it was more of a fling.

  Shit, they’re hot. Six months ago, I would never have dreamed of fucking two men at once. And watching the two of them together. There is nothing hotter than watching two men kiss and fuck. And having four hands on me at once, and two mouths, one on each breast. God, that’s hot.

  Keziah dragged her mind back to the present as Wesley swiped his keycard in the door to the apartment, and she rushed ahead to hold it open as he pushed the trolley inside.

  * * * *

  An hour later, Keziah was mostly unpacked. Stacked in the corner of the room were her few boxes of dishes and kitchenware.

  “That’s enough unpacking for now. Everything else can wait. I’m starving. Let’s have some dinner,” suggested Amos.

  “There is plenty of salad in the refrigerator, or would you rather go downstairs for pizza or burgers or Chinese?” asked Wesley.

  “Salad is fine,” said Keziah, conscious of how little money was left in her bank account.

  “Come on then,” urged Amos almost pushing the other two out the door toward the kitchen, which was open-plan attached to the large living area on the other side of the hallway. The tiny second bedroom they were in was beside the main bedroom. Opening off the bedroom, level with the kitchen, was the en suite bathroom. And that was the entire apartment, except for a balcony, accessed by sliding glass doors on the other side of the living room.

  Keziah washed the lettuce and tore it into pieces while Amos chopped tomatoes, cucumber, and green peppers. Wesley grabbed Ziploc bags of carrot sticks, celery sticks, and a tub of cream cheese.

  “Coke as usual?” he asked, and she nodded as he pulled a couple of cans from the refrigerator and grabbed a beer for himself.

  “The second bedroom or little office or whatever you want to call it, is all yours, Keziah. Neither Wes nor I ever use it because we have all the office gear we need upstairs. Actually, would you like to come upstairs and see the office this weekend? I just realized you’ve never been there.”

  “Yeah, sure, that would be great. Why is your office up among the apartments? All the other offices are down on the lower floors,” she asked.

  “Originally, these two floors were one big apartment, but Great-Uncle John never married and Grandma Jane wanted to live in a house out in the suburbs, so it was way too much space. Uncle John divided this level into four apartments, just keeping this one for himself and using the next floor for the company offices. The staff have a keycard that only lets them out at the fifteenth floor, not at any of the other levels with apartments, so it all works out fine,” answered Amos.

  “But we have first option on the other apartments on this floor, so we can always knock out a few walls and have a bigger home if we want to,” added Wesley.

  Keziah was interested in the explanation but was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on conversation and eating when she had two such yummy men sitting at a table with her. Men with long, thick cocks she wanted inside her.

  And I would rather suck their cocks and lick Wes’s tribal tattoo on his shoulder blade than eat salad. She cast hot, hungry looks at the men.

  She saw Wesley’s gaze fixed on her breasts. Then she looked across at Amos and saw him staring at her as if he, too, wanted to eat her up.

  Keziah gulped and was sure her thoughts were written in neon lights across her face.

  Amos pushed back his chair, stood, and said, “I need to fuck you, right now.”

  Keziah stood up and nodded, licking her lips as she looked at the huge bulge in the front of his suit pants.

  I don’t know why he wants me, but God I want him—them—so much.

  “Me too,” gasped Wesley in a strangled tone, kicking his chair back and unzipping his jeans.

  The air sizzled with sexual tension as eyes glazed with lust and hands ripped clothes off, dropping them carelessly on the floor.

  Amos swept his arm across the table, pushing all the dishes to one end, while Wesley pulled Keziah’s jeans and panties off with one swift move and sat her on the table. Amos jogged into the bedroom and came back with a box of condoms and a tube of lube while Wesley removed the last few items of clothing from himself and Keziah.

  Stretching out her arms, Keziah whispered, “Come to me. Take me, both of you. I want y
ou both so much.”

  The men looked at each other and seemed to be communicating without words. Then Amos rolled on a condom and lifted her legs up onto his shoulders then slid into the wet heat of her channel. He pushed in slowly, letting her get used to his girth as he stretched her tissues to their maximum with his cock. When he was seated to the hilt inside her, he gently pushed her flat on the table and leaned forward. Wesley moved behind him to lube his ass. Each time Wes’s finger pushed into Amos’s hole, Amos thrust a little deeper into Keziah, dragging his cock along her walls and heightening her pleasure.

  “Oh, yeah. That feels so good, the way you scissor your fingers inside me,” gasped Amos.

  “Ready?” asked Wesley, and Amos nodded. As Wes pushed inside Amos’s rectum, Amos pushed deep inside Keziah. Then as Wes withdrew Amos withdrew.

  In. Then out. Then in again, cranking the tension up higher and higher, increasing the speed slowly but steadily.

  Wesley’s hands gripped Amos’s hips, and Amos had a firm grip on Keziah’s. She reached out and laid her hands on top of Wes’s, uniting the three of them as the men stroked in and out in a steady, synchronized beat.

  “Feels so good,” she whispered, the dual thrusting sending desire burning through her.

  Keziah lifted her legs off Amos’s shoulder and rested her heels on Wes’s back, linking the three of them even more closely. “You’re both so hot, so good.”

  The two men pushed in and out harder and faster now, their breath coming in deep pants, their bodies slickening with sweat. Keziah could feel the orgasm starting deep in her core. She dug her heels into Wesley’s back hard, raising her hips just a fraction to give Amos a little more thrust. Her fingers curled over Wesley’s, gripping him as her body rose into the orgasm.

  “Yes, yes, more. Just a little more,” she begged.

  Once again, seeming to communicate without speaking, the men rose on their toes and thrust deep. The tension in Keziah’s belly curled tighter and tighter. She was so close, so close to coming.

  Amos twisted his hips, his cock hitting her in exactly the right spot, and the orgasm burst over Keziah.