Get Closer by Alyssa Turner

Chapter 8

Martell

I half expected Russel to bail at the last moment. Eventually, I’d be wrapping my brain around how I let everything get so out of control. But, there was something so right about all of it, that I had hope. No, I had faith it would all work out. Chloe was the embodiment of the perfect woman, of the perfect woman for me and maybe for Russel too. In a matter of minutes, she managed to give life to a dream I thought was all but dead. And on top of that, she felt fucking unbelievable milking my cock. I leaned down to tell her, because Chloe Pierce absolutely needed to hear how amazing she was.

“You are rocking my world right now. I want you to know that.”

“Good,” she said and gasped when I popped my hips against her ass and plunged deep.

“But I have a problem,” I continued.

“What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t bring any lube.” I looked over at Russel who was watching us intently. “Never in a million years did I think…”

Russel’s lip lifted in that secret smile that I’m certain everyone else on the planet also thought was charming as hell. “Are you sharing that pussy, Chloe, and all the slippery goodness that goes with it?”

“Hell yeah,” she breathed.

I pulled out and shifted, making room for Russel.

He pushed into her with a roll of his hips. “Ah, Chloe. I fucking missed you.”

She tossed her hair over her shoulder, turning her gaze on him. “Yeah? How much?”

That secret smile turned into a full-on grin, sinfully aware of how wicked he must look. He gripped her ass and pounded into her. “I’ve been stroking myself off to the memory of the day we met for five years.” The slap, slap of his hips against her ass competed with the symphony nature played around us. “But nothing compares to the real deal.” He stilled inside her and reached around between her legs. Chloe blew out a shaky moan.

That day? Chloe was the woman from the plane. She had to be.

He looked over at me then. “You know I’ve shared my whole life with you for like ten years. And I don’t know when I started getting hard around you, but I’ve been trying to ignore that shit for a while,” Russel said and when he touched my face, my entire body lit up like it was charged with electricity. I leaned in and kissed him, and it wasn’t just crazed with lust or messy with want. It was all those things and more.

“Dude…” I said when we broke away. I was actually speechless.

“I think I’m perfectly lubed up now,” Russel said. “Pick up where I left off?” He offered with a smack on Chloe’s ass. She let out a stunted squeal, trying to keep quiet.

“My pleasure.” I regained my place behind Chloe and wrapped my fingers around her hips. Russel eased the flat of his palm up my back as he took his position behind me. With his other hand, he worked two slickened fingers into my asshole. His cock grazed the inside of my thigh, which sent a wild shiver of anticipation over my skin.

“Tell me if I’m doing this wrong,” he said.

“Oh, no. That is definitely not wrong.” I couldn’t fucking wait to have him inside me. But it had been a long time since I was with a man, like almost a year, and I had to admit, the prep was probably warranted.

His thumb stroked the back of my neck as he gripped my shoulder, bracing me, bracing himself maybe.

The first full breach of his cock in between my cheeks sent me deep into Chloe, and all of us moaned in unison. “God, it’s so tight.” Russel’s breathing hitched and raced before he pressed in a little more. “Ah, fuck.”

I hissed when he was seated all the way in and we all took a breath. Then I glanced at him over my shoulder. “Take it.”

Russel started pumping into me then, hard and ruthless, the same way we played football, the same way we worked out, and the only way I ever imagined he would fuck me. He rode me and I rode Chloe and we were an open circuit of humming electrical current. I could hear him grunting behind me and I knew that sound, had swapped enough girls to know exactly what he sounded like when he was about to come. The mere thought that he was going to come inside of me, tumbled me over the edge. I leaned down into Chloe’s ear.

“Are you ready, Ms. Pierce? I’m going to fill you up now.” I reached around and rubbed a furious circle over her slick, swollen clit. “Come with me, baby.”

“Ooohhh…” The sound was so perfectly feminine falling from her lips. The clutch and release of her fluttering channel made me want to draw this out forever, and when I did crash over the edge of my own orgasmic cliff, I knew the fall would be worth it.

It had been a week since that unbelievable night at the lake. As luck would have it, there’d been a freight derailment outside of Philadelphia the next day. Russel had been called out there immediately to oversee the investigation. He flew back last night and we hadn’t had a chance to really talk. I’d had plenty of time alone to relive every sticky moment the three of us shared. Give me more than two minutes of peace and quiet, and my mind drifted back to that night. Now even in not so idle moments, my thoughts wandered. Sitting next to me at the conference room table, Russel cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. His leg bumped against mine when he did, and I had to wonder if he was having the same problem I was. God, get me through this meeting without springing a full-on boner.

“And so, my team has been looking at expanding on Springdale’s cost-focused strategy because…” Jared from marketing continued on.

Chloe sat across from me, looking like the perfectly focused professional while I used every ounce of brainpower to stop myself from touching my dick under the table. She’d been scarce the last few days; answering texts, but not saying much of anything. I smiled at her and she smiled back before dipping her eyes to her notes. She looked so stunning with her perfectly groomed hair, dressed in that immaculate suit when only days ago she was naked between Russel and me…hair completely disheveled…begging for us to fuck her deep and hard.

Oh no. Not here.

I shook those thoughts loose from my head and even though I was able to push them away, I couldn’t pull my gaze from her. I wanted another night, a part two. With her. With Russel. All of us together. Just one more time. One last fix before Chloe wrapped up her work with Hunter Railways and went on to her next assignment in some faraway place.

You know one more time isn’t all you want. A little devil on my shoulder showed me delectable images of the three of us together and all the naughty things we could get up to. The first time I was in the same room with both of them and all I could think of was my face buried between Chloe’s legs as I tongued her clit while Russel pounded into me. Then me pounding into Chloe while she sucked Russel’s cock. Me pounding into Russel…hmm…

Oh fuck, now you’ve done it.

I shifted in my seat, covering my very hard cock with my folder as I tried to think of anything else.

Did she just lick her lips? I was so fucked.

“And if you look here,” Jared rattled on.

Would Russel go for that? I bit my lip and sideways glanced at him. Russel steadily doodled on his pad, looking far away even though he sat right beside me. If he gave me the chance, I would take it slow the first time for sure, stretch it out and fucking cherish every minute I was inside him. I wondered if he felt the same way I did. I also wondered if I could possibly just stand up and demand everyone leave the room to the three of us before all this pent-up sexual tension ripped me to shreds.

I needed whatever we had at the lake to happen again, and I hoped to God that it wasn’t only me that felt that way. The best night of my life couldn’t be a smash-and-go hookup. It just couldn’t be.

“Alright, I believe that’s it,” Jared said, smiling at the attentive professionals around me.

I hadn’t heard one damn word.

Russel leaned over. “See if Chloe will meet us for dinner. I have to follow up with Kyle on something.”

I smiled at him. “I’m on it.”

Navigating around the rest of our colleagues, I joined her on the other side of the table. “Hey, Chloe,” I said, hoping I sounded casual.

She didn’t look up from packing her things. “Yes, Martell,” she said, stuffing papers inside her bag.

Her way-too-professional tone caught me off guard. I nodded then. Yes, of course, she would want to maintain a work-appropriate demeanor.

“Russel and I wondered if you were free for dinner tonight.”

She glanced up at him across the room and then finally looked at me before returning her attention back to her briefcase. She shook her head and sighed. “I’m heading back home right now, Martell. My flight leaves in about ninety minutes.”

“Home?” My heart sank at the word. “Now?”

She nodded solemnly, shifting her bag back and forth in her hands.

“Can you rebook?” That definitely did not sound casual.

Chloe met my gaze then, her shoulders slumping and she cocked her head to the side. “I’m sorry, Martell. But I don’t think this is ever going to work. The long-distance thing didn’t work between me and Russel before, and nothing about any of our lives has changed. Besides,” she grimaced as if the words were clawing at her insides, “Kyle offered me a job and my company countered with the promotion I’ve been working so hard for. It’s a really great position. I would be an idiot to turn it down.”

She turned to leave, but I couldn’t let this go. I followed her into the hall.

“Kyle offered you a job, here?”

She nodded. “It would be a lateral move. My company is offering a huge step up.” Pulling her bag up onto her shoulder she dipped her head. “And, you’re building something with Russel, right? New relationships need space to grow.” Her steps quickened.

“Chloe,” I called after her, not knowing exactly what I would say in that moment, but hoping she would stop.

“Sorry, Martell,” she said, shaking her head and refusing to turn around. “Hold the elevator!”

I watched her go. I watched the elevator doors close and stared at my distorted reflection in the stainless steel until finally I forced myself over to Russel’s office. I didn’t bother to knock. Russel flinched in his chair when I flung the door shut, but he refused to stop typing away.

“Russel, I need you to stop working,” I said, cursing the quiver in my voice. “We have a problem.”

Russel looked up from his computer, his gaze noticeably softening when he locked eyes with me. “What’s wrong?” he asked, pushing himself away from his desk and striding towards me. He ran his hand down my arm with the kind of affection I wasn’t quite used to from him.

“Chloe…she’s leaving…like, right now.”

Russel’s shoulders slumped and he sighed. “Well, we both knew she was only here temporarily.” He released my arm and immediately I missed the warmth. “Kyle told me she turned down the on-staff position he offered her.”

“Yeah, but—”

“She’s a busy woman with a demanding career. She can’t just drop everything, Martell. You shouldn’t expect her to do that.”

My hands fisted. “Why do you have to give up so easily, Russel?”

Russel threw his hands into the air. “I’m not giving up, Martell. I’m being practical.”

“Don’t tell me you don’t care for her.”

“I do.” His eyes softened. “But I—” He quickly closed his mouth and turned around.

“What?”

“It’s nothing.”

I grabbed his shoulder, gently turning him to face me. “Tell me,” I urged, lifting his chin and meeting his hooded gaze with mine. “Tell me.”

“I care for you, too,” he rushed out.

I stroked his face, pulling him toward me for a chaste kiss. “Russel,” I whispered against his lips. “You don’t have to choose. Let’s just,” I inhaled deeply. “Let’s just call her. Bring her back. Talk it out.”

“I already know how this story ends.” He shook his head. “Maybe I don’t have to choose, but she certainly did.”

I frowned at him, whirling around and walking towards the door. “Fine. Let her walk out.” I gripped the doorknob and looked over my shoulder. “But you’re acting like a pussy and you’re definitely going to regret letting her walk away…again.”

I opened the door and shut it behind me. Leaning against it, I inhaled deeply. I wondered briefly if I should go after her myself, but what was the point in that? If Russel wasn’t on board, then none of it would work.

I pushed myself away from the door, trying to come to terms with the fact I might never come that close to feeling complete again. We just fit, all three of us together. There were no missing pieces, nothing held back or left out. But apparently, Russel was willing to let it all go, so maybe he didn’t feel the same way I did.