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“Go away!” “C’mon Sara, open the door!” She got up and opened it, giving Greg the dirtiest look she could muster. “Come watch a movie with us,” he said, ignoring the look. “I’m tired, Greg. I worked a double and unlike you, I couldn’t sleep on the plane.” “Sara Sidle actually sleeps?” Greg asked with a grin. “Okay. I’ll leave the door open in case you change your mind.” Sara closed her side of the connecting door and went back to her bed. But after twenty minutes of tossing and turning, she huffed and got out of bed. “I thought you were tired,” Nick said as Sara opened the door. He and Greg were sitting on Greg’s bed, leaning against the headboard. “I think I’m over-tired, I can’t sleep. Scoot,” she said as she sat down beside Greg. He moved closer to Nick, giving her some room. “What are you watching?” “Threesome, have you seen it?” Greg asked. “Yeah, years ago,” Sara said. An uncomfortable silence followed as they all seemed to come to the realization that the three of them were on the same bed, watching a movie about having a threesome. Nick cleared his throat. “Maybe we should watch something else.” “There’s nothing else on,” said Greg, “And Grissom told me in no uncertain terms that I was not to watch Pay-per-View.” “I think he was talking about porn, Greg,” Sara said, smirking. “Still,” he said, the fear of Grissom firmly instilled. “Besides, this movie is really tame.” Sara turned her attention to the movie, but it wasn’t long before her eyelids began to get heavy. She thought about getting up and going to her own bed, but she knew she’d wake up again if she did that, and she allowed herself to drift off to sleep. She woke some time later, lying down on the bed with her head on Greg’s chest, his arm around her. She looked up at him in confusion. “You fell asleep,” he whispered. “I seem to remember that I was sitting up,” she said. She didn’t move, though. It actually felt really good to be in Greg’s arms, and if she were in the mood to tell the truth, she’d been thinking about him a lot lately. She and Greg had been spending a great deal of time together, working the same cases and sometimes unwinding together after work. Greg had changed a lot since they met, matured. Though he still had a questionable sense of humour, he wasn’t as goofy as he once was, nor as awkward. She found herself really attracted to him. “Yeah, well your head landed on my shoulder, and it was getting uncomfortable so I moved us both down.” “Sorry,” she said, but Greg shook his head, telling her it was no big deal. She looked over at Nick, who was also lying down and fast asleep. “How long has he been out?” “He fell asleep not long after you did,” Greg said, and Sara noticed that he had begun tracing a figure eight on her side. She looked up at him, their faces only inches apart. She wasn’t sure who moved first, their lips meeting softly. Greg’s tongue swept across her lips and she opened her mouth to allow him entrance. The kiss grew in intensity until Greg’s lips left hers and kissed a path down her neck and back up to her earlobe. She gasped and then glanced at Nick, afraid she’d woken him up. But he was still sleeping soundly. She had a pang of guilt at what they were doing right beside him, but before she could suggest that they move to her room, Greg rolled her onto her back and started kissing her again. She moaned as he settled between her legs, his erection pressing against her. This time when she sheepishly looked to see if Nick was awake, she wasn’t surprised to find that he was. She was, however, surprised by the look on his face. She expected him to be embarrassed, upset, or maybe amused, but she saw something else. His eyes relayed his arousal, and the bulge in his jeans confirmed it. Sara looked from Nick to Greg, who in turn looked at Nick. Then he rolled off her, nudging her to her side. As she faced Nick, Greg nestled behind her, hand on her waist. He began kissing her neck, and as she turned to look back at him, she saw that his gaze was directed at Nick. The rational side of Sara’s brain, which, let’s face it, occupied a much larger percentage than fifty, began to question the intelligence of what was happening. These men were her co-workers, her friends, and if they continued on this way, things would be different. They could never go back to the easy camaraderie they had always shared. They had probably both done something like this before, too, which intimidated her a little. Nick had all but admitted to her that he had been with two or three girls at once in college. As for Greg, he may have entered the game fairly late, but she figured he’d made up for it since he moved to Vegas. She, on the other hand, had never been very adventurous. Or maybe she’d just never had the opportunity. It had been a long time since she’d even shared a bed with one man, never mind two. Two incredibly hot men who both seemingly wanted to sleep with her. One who was kissing her neck and caressing her stomach, and the other watching them, his hand clutching the bedspread. She realized he was waiting, not touching until she invited him to. Though she knew she should stop this now and go back to her room, she just couldn’t. It had been far too long and her body was aching to be touched. “If we do this,” she said, causing Greg to stop his ministrations, “we all do this.” She felt very strongly about this for two reasons. One was that she didn’t want to feel like she was just being passed between buddies, and the other was that the idea of Nick and Greg together turned her on in ways she didn’t understand and was more than a little afraid to admit to. “Right?” She looked at Greg, who nodded, and then back at Nick. “Yeah,” he said, his voice gravelly. Nick moved closer until his body was flush with Sara’s. He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. She was the one to deepen the kiss, far too aroused to take it so slowly. She couldn’t believe she was kissing Nick Stokes, that he was pressed up against her. She’d had more than a few fantasies about him, and who could blame her? With his looks and physique, not to mention his down-home charm, it’d be hard to work beside him every day and not give in to a few carnal thoughts. But even in her most elicit fantasies, she had never imagined this scenario. Greg reached between them to fondle Sara’s breast, and then down and across to Nick’s ass. Sara pulled away from Nick and looked at him before rolling on her back and looking at Greg. He and Nick each pushed up on one elbow and moved toward each other, their lips meeting hungrily above Sara. She watched as Nick’s tongue moved into Greg’s mouth and she reached up to cradle the backs of their heads. They broke apart and looked at each other for a long moment before turning back to her. Nick reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up. She sat up to let him slip it off her, as Greg undid her jeans. The rest of her clothes were shed before she began to remove Greg’s, who in turn divested Nick of his. Nick lay Sara back and kissed a path down her torso, stopping between her legs. As his tongue dipped and flicked, Sara pulled Greg to her for a searing kiss. Her orgasm was close, and when Greg pulled away to move down the bed and take Nick in his mouth, she quickly came. Nick sat up, watching Greg suck him. Sara moved to sit behind him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his shoulder. She could tell that he was getting close, but he gently pushed Greg off him, not wanting to come yet. Greg sat up and kissed Nick, and then, with Nick between them, kissed Sara. He pulled away and grabbed her hand, pulling her to lie down. He kissed her once more before getting up to grab condoms from his duffle bag. Nick moved to lie beside her, kissing her as Greg slid inside her. Greg lifted her hips as he fucked her hard. She became too distracted to return Nick’s kisses, moving toward another orgasm. Nick kissed her neck and reached down between her legs to rub her clitoris. She closed her eyes as she climaxed, Greg following closely behind. Greg pulled out of her and collapsed next to her. But it was only a few moments before he looked over at Nick in invitation. Nick crawled over Sara to position himself between Greg’s legs, rolling a condom over his cock. “Have you ever…” Nick asked. “Yes.” Sara was surprised, but she didn’t let it show. Besides, she was too intent on watching Nick slide one, then two fingers into Greg, loosening him up. She was really turned on as she watched him remove his fingers and slide his cock in, and she began to touch herself. She leaned over and kissed Greg, then pulled away to watch his face, and Nick’s as they fucked. Nick was close, and so was Sara, watching them and getting herself off. She came just before he did, collapsing on top of Greg. He pulled out and rolled off him, nuzzling into his side. Sara nuzzled into the other side, the three of them lying spent for a long time. ** Sara leaned her head back against the hard seat of the airplane. She was sore, having spent the three nights in bed with Nick and Greg. They didn’t really talk about it, they just ended up there after each day of the conference. Sara was feeling uncertain about everything since they ventured outside the hotel, back into the real world. Now that they were headed back to their real lives in Las Vegas, she wasn’t sure what things were going to be like between the three of them, and she had no idea how either of them were feeling about the whole thing. Greg sat beside her, and Nick on the other side of him, in the window seat. She looked over at them, both off in their own little words. Greg turned toward her and smiled. He threaded his fingers through hers and brought it up to his lips and kissed it. They both looked toward Nick. He glanced at their linked hands, and, making sure no one was looking, took Greg’s other hand in his. Sara didn’t know how long they would go on like this, or how it would all end. But for once in her life, she was okay with that. END
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