NeedMe by Cari Quinn

almost shot his damn head off and hers too.
    She smiled. Cale had a cock big enough to make any woman’s
fantasies come true. And her lover, while not lacking anything in that
department, had the stamina of two guys.
    Why had she waited so long for this again? Sheer stupidity?
    Because Tony’s worth more than any orgasm, no matter how
incredible.
    Unthinkingly, she pressed the point of her pencil into the
pad. It was dark in the backseat but she could jot notes in the light from
passing streetlights. Besides, she needed to take advantage of the precious
moments she had while Cale and Tony were engaged in—what else?—sports talk in
the front seat.
    “Men are stupid,” she announced.
    Cale shot her a look between the seats. He was remarkably
good-tempered considering he’d wasted a good condom on a partial BJ that hadn’t
even ended in an orgasm. By mutual agreement, they’d decided to split after
Tony’s spectacular finish, mainly because the attentions of the crowd had
become a little too attentive.
    She didn’t really want a bunch of chicks checking out her
guys. One or two, fine. But there had been more than a couple of women who’d
stopped watching their own men in favor of watching Marcia’s, which meant one
thing. Party over.
    So she didn’t share all that well. Galvin family trait.
    “Problem, Blondie?”
    “Yeah, I’m tired of hearing about RBIs. Wouldn’t you rather
talk about something more fun?”
    “Like what?”
    “She means her,” Tony muttered.
    Cale laughed. “That so? You needing attention? Thought we’d
done pretty well already. With more to come.” His extra emphasis on the word come wasn’t lost on Marcia.
    “You don’t have to talk about me,” she began, but Cale
lifted a hand and cut her off.
    “I’d love to talk about you. Actually, I’d rather talk you
through instead.”
    She’d already set aside her pad. She’d written all of three
probably incoherent notes.
    She wet her lips. “What do you mean?”
    “Take off your panties.”
    “Am I wearing panties?” She slipped her hands under her
dress to check. “Looks like I am.”
    “Off.”
    She did as he asked and tossed the panties in the front
seat, laughing as Tony snatched them out of midair. Her laughter stopped when
he brought them to his face and took a deep breath. Heat flashed over her skin
as he passed them to Cale, who did the same thing. He wound her panties around
his wrist then jerked at his zipper. His long hiss of breath made her whimper.
    What the hell was he doing? One-handed no less, since his
other hand remained on the wheel and his gaze stayed steady on the road.
Traffic was light this time of night in this part of the city but his attention
didn’t waver.
    “Shit,” she whispered, glimpsing purple lace wrapped around
his shaft. Her thighs dampened even more. “You’re going to jerk off with my
panties?”
    “No, we’re going to jerk each other off.”
    “How?”
    “Talk to me. Make yourself come and let me listen.”
    “What about Tony?”
    “This is your show,” her lover said, his voice languid. “I’m
feeling pretty good right now.”
    “But—”
    “Don’t worry about him. He’s good. You and me, however,”
Cale’s eyes met hers in the rearview mirror, “need some relief, don’t we,
Blondie?”
    “Yes,” she whispered, waiting for further direction.
    “Open up, let me see you.”
    She knew he couldn’t see much, just as she couldn’t. Passing
streetlights only offered so much illumination. Didn’t matter, it was all just
part of the seduction. She spread her thighs, jerking up when she felt the skim
of Tony’s fingers on her calf.
    He still faced forward but he’d reached around the seat to
caress her, to be part of this in some small way. She reached down to squeeze
his fingers before she returned her hand to her mound.
    “Want to touch, don’t you?”
    “Yes.” It seemed the only word she could verbalize.
    “Go ahead. But tell me how it feels.”
    “In