Free Trifecta by Kim Carmichael Page A

hand on her bowl.  "Are you done?"
    She glanced down at the melted mess.  The ice cream, the caramel, the pecans.  Three ingredients that when swirled together made an amazing combination, a taste sensation.  Her mind wandered.  Back in college if either of them voiced their crush would they have ended up together?  Which couple would they have been?  Would they be together now?  Would the third person still be in their life?  There were no answers.  She nodded.
    "Great."  He gave the ice cream a final stir, and held the spoon up above her chest. 
    "What are you doing?" The frigid liquid hit her chest, and she arched her back. 
    "Since I've known you you've made your ice cream into a soup, and it always bothered me."  He bent down and licked one dripping trail off her chest.  "Now I see this is the way to eat it."
    His tongue made her hot, his words before warmed her.  "Jason!"
    "You are going to make everything all sticky."  Russell yanked the sheet down, revealing her breasts.
    "Russell, if you don't like Lauren being sticky, I suggest you clean it up." He looked right in her eyes, raised the spoon again and allowed the creamy liquid to fall in a ribbon across her nipples. 
    Russell glanced down at her and swallowed.  The airport may be his nemesis when in the car, but a sticky food mess in bed was an enemy, one where he may lose.
    "It's the rule that we have to share."  He moved back to give Russell access.
    This was the second time Jason mentioned rules.  Since they began he seemed to have the answers where Russell didn't.
    "You know you want to.  Trust me, she's delicious."  Jason raised his eyebrows.
    Jason pushed them all to their limits and she knew Russell was actually shoved. She wanted to tell him not to go further, she only wanted to know where they were spending the night.
    "What are the rules?"  Russell put one finger up and with an exaggerated movement dipped it into the ice cream.
    She gasped, not only at the question, but the action.  He was learning to break the rules all himself.  One small finger in the ice cream for most men, one giant leap into the land of the sticky for Russell Sinclair.
    "What do you mean?"  Jason wiped up one errant dribble and put his finger in his mouth.
    "Rules.  What are they?"  Russell scooped some up as well.  "You seem to know everything.  What do we do next?"
    Lauren pressed her lips together.  She couldn't have voiced it better herself.
    Jason clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.  "I say the rules are we make them up as we go along."
    "I don't understand."  The cords on Russell's neck stood out.
    She didn't understand either, yet here they were.
    "Well, right now the rules are we clean up Laurie, and then we go to bed.  Tomorrow's rules will find us soon enough." Jason put out his hand as if inviting Russell to take part.  "We both crushed on her bad, and here she is with ice cream dripping down her boobs.  Tell me you never pictured that."
    Russell turned to her.  "I can say in all honesty I never pictured this." He put his finger to her lips.
    She fought a smile, and allowed Russell to place his fingertip in her mouth, pursing her lips around him and giving him a light suck.
    Russell stared at her.
    "I pictured that."  Jason lowered his voice.
    "Me too."  Russell lowered his head to her chest. 
    She shut her eyes.  Russell cleaned her up, licking, kissing, and sucking.  She never wanted anyone more, unless that included the other man next to her.
    Jason took her hand and worked her neck.  "We're just going to make the rules for ourselves." 
    "Let's stay in here tonight."  Russell mumbled as he gave her another series of kisses across her breast.
    They both rid her of the butter pecan ice cream, replacing the silken, sweet treat with a heated core that made her try to forget all the questions, all the rules.  
    Her body relaxed, relishing in the attention, the comfort, the closeness with the only men she ever