Chapter 2

Emma

Graham's arousal was digging into her ass, making her short of breath, her heart pounding like a sledgehammer in her chest as she followed Killian with her eyes. When the crowd parted and gave her her first real look at Killian, her eyes caught the glinting of the light emanating from Killian's left hand. Her eyes narrowed to slits so she could see more clearly, and it took a moment before her brain made the right connections and she realized what she was seeing.

Killian must have lost his hand at some point during the last ten years, since the hand that was attached to his left arm wasn't a human one but a robotic one. She saw the fingers on his hand flex and a surge of relief washed over her when she realized that he'd been apparently able to afford one of the newest developments on the market as a substitute for his real hand.

But on the heels of that relief came a rush of anger towards whoever had caused him such an injury. Which was completely ridiculous, since she didn't even know if there had been a second party involved or if it had been an accident. But the anger still stayed with her as she watched Killian move throughout the room.

A few people greeted him on his way to the bar and every single one of them was more interested in his prosthetic hand than in him. Killian didn't even flinch, but she saw his jaw flex infrequently and realized that the dazzling smile he was giving everyone never reached his eyes. She wanted to rush over there and slap them all away from him.

"What happened to you?" Emma whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

Graham's arms tightened around her, his lips brushing over her forehead to give her silent support, but she felt his muscles stiffen under her fingers as someone reached for Killian's prosthetic hand and he jerked his arm away before the person could touch it.

"Goddamn motherfuckers," Graham grumbled near her ear, his voice laced with anger.

Emma wanted to go over there and pull Killian out of the room, away from all these stupid people who didn't have an ounce of manners, who were all clearly disrespecting Killian's boundaries. She would have done it if she hadn't been sure Killian wouldn't appreciate it in the slightest if they made a scene, not to mention that he definitely wouldn't want her pity. She needed to keep that in mind when she approached him.

"You still wanna go along with the plan?" Graham asked, reading her mind once again with eerie accuracy.

It wasn't really a plan to begin with. Killian had just come up in their conversation a few days ago when they'd talked about the reunion and they'd both remembered the last time they'd seen him. She'd joked around that it'd be fun to proposition him again and see if they could make him as flustered as back in the day.

But yes, she still wanted to go along with the plan. "Now more than ever."

After all, she did come to the reunion with the intention of seducing Killian and finally finding out how good all three of them could be together, and seeing him now … it just cemented her decision. Great sex could get you out of your mind, make you forget all the shit that real life had thrown at you, even if it was only for a little while. She wanted to give Killian that freedom, she wanted to help him forget.

It might turn out to be a one-time thing, but something deep inside of her was telling her that one time might not be enough. For any of them.

Killian

It wasn't a surprise that everyone was fascinated by his prosthetic hand; it was a marvel in and of itself. He could control it with his mind, and frankly, it did look like something right out of one of the Terminator movies. But he still hated people obsessing over it, hated that most people couldn't shut up about it when they met him for the first time.

Strangely the kids he met in his new line of work were completely different. If they even addressed it, they only said 'cool' and moved on. It actually broke his heart that they didn't want to examine it or asked questions about it. They'd all lost that certain spark in their eyes, life on the streets having pushed it out of them. He might not be able to put that spark back into their eyes but taking their cases pro bono when they needed a lawyer eased his heart just a little bit. He could never thank Regina enough for bringing him into contact with 'Help Our Children', a charity that put all its resources into getting as many kids off the streets as possible, protecting them in every way they could. It didn't bring in the big bucks, but it paid the bills and it brought him way more satisfaction than his work in the fancy law firm had ever given him.

"Whisky. Neat," he told the bartender when he finally reached the bar.

It might not have been such a great idea to come here after all. He already felt exhausted, and he hadn't seen Graham or Emma. Maybe they weren't even here, and this was all a bust. When the bartender put the glass down in front of him, he threw a twenty on the counter and told him to bring him another one, before reaching for the glass and downing the alcohol in one swoop. He was just contemplating to leave the party after the second glass when he caught sight of movement out of the corner of his eye, and he stiffened when someone stepped beside him, a little too close for comfort.

"Do you remember me?"

His heart skipped a beat and his throat went dry as he turned to look at the woman beside him, already knowing who she was without needing to see her face.

"Swan," he replied hoarsely, all his senses going into overdrive as he met her gaze. "Of course I remember you, Emma."

Her mouth curled up into a brilliant smile and she leaned closer, her perfume wafting around him. The scent sent a shiver down his spine and a spark through his groin. God, she was beautiful. She'd already been gorgeous at eighteen, but now she was just dazzling, taking his breath away. Before he could force his brain to come up with witty small talk he felt someone step up to the bar on his other side, another scent assaulting his nostrils. A scent that was as arousing as Emma's despite it being clearly a male cologne.

"I hope you remember me, too."

He turned in the other direction, recognizing this voice just as quickly and wondering how he would be able to get out of here without embarrassing himself as his already half-hardened cock sprang to full attention.

"Graham," he croaked, clearing his throat loudly before adding, "It's great to see you again."

"The pleasure is all ours."

And with just one sentence he was eighteen years old again and had just stumbled into the classroom Emma and Graham had chosen for their clandestine actions.

"I ..." Licking his lips, he broke eye contact with the man, suddenly feeling way too hot under his button down shirt and jacket. "You two want a drink?"

"Vodka."

"Golden Tequila."

He waved the bartender over, careful not to touch either of them. His heart was beating hard against his ribcage as both of them turned to lean on the bar, their arms brushing against his, causing a flash of lust to shoot through him.

Bloody hell, Jones. Get a grip, would you?

"How long are you in town, Killian?" Emma asked, her eyes intent on him, making him sweat even more.

"A week," he replied, letting his eyes wander back to the bartender and willing him to pour faster. He needed another whisky desperately. "Thought I'd make a short vacation out of it."

"Great idea," Graham said, shooting him a grin that almost caused his legs to give out under him.

"We can get together another time and catch up on each other's lives then." Emma suggested, and he forced himself to meet her eyes for a moment.

"We can." His throat was dry as the desert by now, and he cursed the bartender for taking so long. "Any time."

Finally the bartender put the drinks down in front of them and Killian grasped his glass as if it were a life line.

"Cheers to that." Graham held up his shot of vodka and clinked it against his glass of whisky, his eyes twinkling as he nodded his head towards Emma. Killian turned to also clink against her shot glass, avoiding her eyes, only seeing her mouth twitch with the beginnings of a grin before she threw her head back and downed the drink.

"So ..." She smiled at him again as she put the glass down on the bar, and this time he wasn't able to avert his gaze. When she bit into the orange slice that had come with the drink he had a hard time swallowing the expletive that was already at the tip of his tongue. She let the skin drop into the glass before licking her fingers clean, his hand curling into a fist as he tried desperately to suppress the urge to pull her towards him and taste the fruit on her tongue. She probably knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she even drove it up a notch when she leaned close to whisper in his ear. "Since we agreed on meeting for a talk later this week …" Her breath brushed over his neck as her hand came to rest on his forearm, almost making him jump out of his skin. Hot desire was already making his muscles start to tremble, but her next words set his whole body aflame. "How about we stop talking for now and indulge in more enjoyable activities."

"More enjoyable activities?" he squeaked when she leaned back again to meet his eyes. He actually squeaked. God, what was wrong with him? He wasn't eighteen anymore and shouldn't be thrown by a woman coming on to him like that. Especially not if it was a woman he'd always wanted.

"Do you remember the last time we've seen each other?" Another shiver ran down his spine as Graham's words reached his ear, the other man's warm breath making his skin tingle and his cock pound within the confines of his pants. He was still trying to get a grip on his arousal as Graham added with a husky voice that made him freeze, "We still want you."

A ball of lust exploded in his stomach and spread throughout his whole body, a groan almost spilling from his lips as he pressed his hands hard against the bar to keep himself from adjusting his aching cock.

"Room 510," Emma breathed against his ear as she slipped a keycard under his hand. "See you in a bit."

Graham

When they'd come up with their 'plan' they had briefly thought about slipping into one of the other ballrooms of the hotel, but discarded it when Emma pointed out that they needed to consider the possibility that they might get caught, and since he was a cop that wouldn't go over well at all. So they decided to take a room, splurging on getting themselves a suite. Even if Killian didn't take them up on their offer, they would still have a great time on their own.

They entered their room and Emma stopped at the foot of the bed, waiting for his command. Flicking the light on in the bathroom, he pulled the door almost completely shut so that the room was only dimly illuminated before retrieving a stool and putting it in front of Emma so that she could lean on it when she bent forward. Stepping behind her, he gathered the fabric of her dress in his hands and pulled it slowly upwards until her ass was completely revealed. Gripping her dress in one hand to keep it out of the way, he caressed her ass cheek with his other hand, feeling her tremble under his fingers.

"Did taunting Killian turn you on?"

"You know it did," Emma breathed, leaning forward when he pressed his hand between her shoulder blades.

"You're wet and ready for me then?"

"I am."

He didn't have to check if she was really ready - he knew she was as aroused as he was and he just swept her panties down her legs, didn't even let her step out of them. She leaned forward even more on her hands, pushing her ass out towards him, knowing exactly what he wanted, what he needed. He cursed softly as he fumbled to get his cock out one-handed, but finally it sprang free and he stepped forward, aligning himself and pushing into her without warning.

"God," Emma moaned as he thrust deep, her body welcoming him in its slick, tight heat.

He started to take her slowly, slipping in and out of her without haste, still hoping for Killian to join them soon. He didn't falter as he heard the beep of a card being slipped into the card reader of their room, his heart speeding up as he looked at the person stepping inside, the door falling shut behind Killian with a dull click.

"I thought you'd wait for me," Killian rasped, his accent thicker than usual.

"You've taken too long," he retorted, tilting his hips to hit Emma at the exact right spot, relishing in the double groan he received.

Killian's fingers flexed beside his body and Graham wasn't in the mood to play around; either Killian would jump right in or he'd flee from the scene. Hauling Emma up to his torso, he let one hand slip between her legs, fondling her while he watched Killian for his reaction to the display in front of him.

They were well-attuned to each other, Emma and he, so when his hand trailed up over her stomach she lifted her arms up and wound them around his neck. Taking advantage of her deep cleavage, he pushed her dress apart, her breasts spilling into his hand a moment later. He'd never been more glad that she'd forgone a bra than right now. It made seducing Killian a lot easier.

"Look at her, Killian." He closed his hand around her breast, taking Emma's nipple between his fingers and twirling it gently. "Look how hot she is for us. She wants to feel your mouth and hands on her body. Don't you, Emma?"

"Yes," Emma mewled, arching her back even more. "Oh my God, please yes."

"You've heard the lady, Jones. Come over here and join us."

For a moment it seemed that Killian would choose flight instead of fight, but then he straightened his back and stepped forward. Graham slipped his hand down again, leaving Emma's breasts for Killian as he went back to her clit. He kept still inside of her, knowing how insane it drove Emma when he didn't move.

"Kiss me," Emma whispered and Graham watched Killian's gaze jump from Emma's lips back to her eyes and then to his own.

Emma let her arms drop from around his neck, winding them around Killian's and he moaned when she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Killian's. It took the other man only a moment before he reciprocated, their tongues tangling, the kiss so heated that he felt a sharp tug at the end of his spine. His knuckles brushed against Killian's erection as he worked Emma's clit and he had to close his eyes and grit his teeth to keep from coming.

"Suckle her breasts, Killian," he commanded. "She's close. Let's take her over the edge, shall we?"

He didn't even know how he was able to keep his voice so calm. His balls were aching with the need to spill his seed into Emma and he wanted nothing more than to pull Killian forward and kiss the hell out of him. But he held onto his control by a shred, inhaling sharply when Killian leaned down and drew one of Emma's nipples into his mouth.

Emma was shaking in his arms by now, her ass grinding against him in a silent plea. She wanted him to move, to fuck her hard. But he wouldn't give her that just yet.

"Come for us, Emma."

A flick of his fingers and Killian's mouth on her breast pushed her over, her body quivering against him as the orgasm rushed over her. Her walls were squeezing him hard and he bit down on his tongue, using the sharp pain to keep himself from combusting.

"You want to taste him?" he asked with a hoarse voice, his fingers slick with her arousal as he pressed his hand against her stomach.

"Yes," Emma said barely above a whisper, apparently still breathless after the climax they'd given her. "Yes, I do."

This time he didn't even have to coax Killian into action, the other man stepped back and started to open his pants without any further commands. He pushed Emma down again, her hands coming to rest on the chair, and he felt her walls flutter around him. She was as eager as he to finally see Killian's cock.

A groan rumbled out of his throat when Killian pulled his cock out, his own cock jerking inside Emma when he eyed the gorgeous display in front of him. Killian's cock was perfect. Long and thick, straining eagerly towards Emma's mouth.

"Come on, Emma," he rasped, starting to fuck her with shallow thrusts while his eyes were glued to Killian's arousal. "Show him how talented you are with your mouth."

He flexed his jaw when Emma's lips closed around Killian's cock, the urge to wrap his own lips around him making his thrusts come harder and faster.

"How does his cock feel? I bet it feels amazing to pull him into your mouth as far as you can take him." A low groan spilled from Killian's lips and he tightened his grip on Emma's waist, probably leaving bruises behind, when Emma surged forward and took Killian in all the way. "I want to do that, too." He timed his thrusts so that he pushed into Emma every time Killian thrust into her mouth. His muscles started to quiver with the strain of holding back as he watched Emma pleasuring Killian, watched Killian sink his fingers into Emma's hair. "I want to wrap my mouth around your cock and suck you dry until you scream my name. Will you let me one day, Killian?"

Killian didn't answer him, his hips just rocking back and forth as he buried his cock in Emma's mouth. Graham could see sweat glistening on Killian's forehead and cheeks, could see his jaw flex and his fingers tighten in Emma's hair as he apparently tried not to come prematurely. The light glinted off his prosthetic hand and he heard a squeaky sound as Killian closed the metallic fingers into a fist, the sound causing his cock to swell even more. He wondered what it might feel like to have these fingers wrap around his cock and pump him, how different the cooler touch would feel compared to the warm touch of human skin.

He was so close to coming himself, seeing Emma's mouth wrapped around Killian's cock and feel her walls squeezing him hard every time Killian deep throated her. But he wouldn't come before them. He wouldn't.

Releasing his death grip on Emma's waist he slipped his hand lower to find her swollen nub, plunging into her even faster and harder, no longer able to time his thrusts with Killian's movements. "Yeah, just like that," he growled, stimulating her clit with a roughness he couldn't control anymore. "Suck him harder, Emma."

"Now," he shouted a few thrusts later, pinching Emma's clit while slamming into her hard. "I want you to come now."

Emma's walls clenched around him, gripping him so hard that stars swam into his vision and he groaned loudly, letting her walls milk every last drop out of him as he spurted his release into her. Through the blood rushing in his ears he heard Killian shout Emma's name and he forced his eyes to focus onto Killian, not willing to miss one second of the other man's orgasm.

He shuddered against Emma's ass when Killian opened his eyes and met his gaze. He couldn't see his eyes clearly in the dimness of the room, but he still felt the intensity of the moment when Killian held his gaze, the man's body trembling with aftershocks as Emma kept suckling at the tip of his cock. He knew the feeling, remembered how it felt to have Emma's mouth wrapped tightly around his cock's sensitive head.

God, he wanted to be the cause of that look of bliss on Killian's face, he wanted to be the cause of that flush spreading over his cheeks. He wanted to be the one sucking an orgasm out of him. But instead of voicing that desire and chasing him away forever, he slipped out of Emma and pulled his pants up. He couldn't even look at either of them, completely stunned by the chaos of emotions that was raging inside of him.

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Killian stepping back and Emma straighten up, her dress falling back into place. It took only a moment for Killian to adjust his clothing, and he'd be out the door in a minute. He needed to say something, needed to do something to not let him slip through his fingers once again.

"Killian?" Emma's voice pierced through the fog clouding his brain. He was so glad that she'd already recovered her wits while he was still struggling to form a coherent thought. She was the one who was keeping Killian from bolting without exchanging any sort of contact information. She reached for Killian's hand and pulled his arm forward, pressing a slip of paper into his hand. "Pick me up for dinner tomorrow. I'll expect you at my door at seven o'clock. Don't be late."