Fourkeeps: Ever After Duet, Book 2

by Jayne Rylon

  Damn, they knew what they were doing and used every shred of their sinful knowledge to bring her to greater heights. She wasn’t about to complain.

  In fact, that thought revved her up again. She found her rhythm easily on Josh, aided by his hands around her waist. It felt natural as she began to use his body to create ecstasy they both shared. She couldn’t say what made her do it, but she leaned in and put her head on his shoulder as she ground over him. His neck was right there in front of her mouth, her warm breath buffeting his damn skin. And suddenly she had to feel it between her lips and then her teeth.

  She sucked and bit the vulnerable spot, and he responded with a roar. Not of pain, but of intense pleasure. His cock jumped within her. Kari couldn’t deny that it did something utterly wicked to her to know she could have that kind of impact. Without warning, she shattered, coming on him hard and fast.

  “Ford!” Josh groaned, asking for assistance.

  “I’m right here. I’ve got you.” Was he talking to Kari or Josh? Maybe both.

  Strong hands gripped her from behind and raised her off of Josh’s cock. Ford took his place again, hardly giving her a second to mourn the loss of his partner’s dick. He didn’t give her time to relish her orgasm either, preferring to fuck her through it so that it seemed to keep going forever. By the time it stopped, she was already reaching for the next one.

  Kari could get used to that.

  She turned into an animal, clawing Josh while trying to thrust backward and take Ford deeper. She was untamed and free and high on rapture. Before she knew what was happening, she was struggling to breathe as another orgasm washed over her.

  “My turn,” Josh growled at Ford.

  Except Ford didn’t quit pumping into her. His cock rubbed over her, making her howl for more.

  “I’m dying here. I need to be inside her again,” Josh practically begged.

  Ford leaned down then, blanketing Kari’s back. He murmured in her ear, “Do you trust me?”

  “Of course,” she gasped, trying to catch her breath. Wondering how they were going to ramp things up even further, taking care of them all.

  “Josh, put your cock in her,” Ford commanded.

  “But you’re…”

  “I didn’t say I was going anywhere.” He dared his friend to object, frozen as if expecting Kari to do it herself.

  She didn’t.

  “Ford…” Josh groaned.

  “Get in here. I’m not stopping now.” Ford grunted as he thrust into her. His strokes had lost some of their precision. His control slipped.

  Once she realized holding both of them within her at once was possible, Kari wanted nothing more than that. She opened her mouth and made herself clear. “Yes. That’s what I need. Both of you. Together. Please, fuck me.”

  Josh cursed as he grabbed his shaft and pressed it toward her. He didn’t need more encouragement, but the logistics and the newness of the situation meant it took a few tries to line everyone up.

  When they had it right, the tip of Josh’s cock horned in along Ford’s shaft, spreading her impossibly around their cocks.

  Josh looked at her as if asking for permission to proceed. Kari was too far gone to be afraid. She nodded, then craned her neck toward him so they could kiss as he squeezed inside her beside Ford.

  He thrust into her from below, filling her beyond belief.

  “Oh God!” she shouted to no one in particular.

  “Too much?” Ford asked.

  “Not enough. More. Give me all of you,” she told Josh, staring directly into his eyes.

  He complied. With a fluid arc of his hips, he embedded himself alongside Ford. All three of them gasped. Kari figured the guys’ balls were touching given how deeply they were tucked inside her.

  That thought somehow only made her more wanton. She ground down on them, squeezing their cocks together in her channel. She’d never felt so full, as if she might burst and ecstasy would gush out from within her.

  Kari’s eyes widened and she sucked on Josh’s tongue in time to his advances. It might have been her imagination, but she thought Josh got off on being the bottom of their pile of sweaty, sexy bodies.

  It was easier in this position if Ford and Josh stayed still while she kept them together. So she dug her fingers into Josh’s shoulders, claiming him as surely as he had her. He got her point and let her sink over him as she swung her ass down and back, gloving both Ford and Josh entirely. Then she rose up on her knees a bit, allowing them to massage parts of her she was sure had never been touched before.

  It felt so good she did it again, and again, until she was fucking them both, making Josh pound the bench on either side of her legs. His head was thrown back, his neck exposed as he clenched his jaw.

  “Fuck yes. Kari, look what you’re doing to him. To us.” Ford might have been staying relatively immobile, letting her have her way with him, but he was every bit in control. “He’s struggling already, trying not to come inside you and flood your pussy full of his seed.”

  “Not helping,” Josh groaned, his head thrashing.

  “How about this? Does this help?” Kari swiveled her hips, bringing their encounter closer to the finale by thrilling them both in a crescendo of bliss.

  Josh attempted to say something, but his words were garbled. He took her face in his hands and pulled it toward him, trying again with his lips against her mouth. The only thing she understood was the way his cock felt inside her, right next to Ford’s.

  Impossible to resist.

  She wasn’t about to stop kissing him long enough for him to regain his ability to speak either. He trembled beneath her, shuddering as Ford rocked her over him with the power of his own renewed fucking. Just when she thought she might not be able to make her trembling muscles cooperate, Ford took up the slack.

  Kari imagined his cock sliding across Josh’s within her, driving them all toward ecstasy.

  Then Josh groaned. His eyes were open, looking straight into hers. She saw every detail, his pupils dilating and the irises darkening impossibly as he relented. Josh came. His cock twitched inside her, pouring jet after jet of come deep into her pussy, and—presumably—over Ford’s hard-on as well.

  “Fuck yeah.” Ford didn’t seem to mind. “I’m about to lose it too.”

  Kari shuddered, now in a constant state of climax. Her pussy wrung Josh dry.

  And when he went limp beneath her, Ford lifted her off of him, keeping her from squashing him against the hard edges of the piano.

  He carried her a few feet away, toward the window. She put her palms on the glass and welcomed the coolness as he kept fucking into her from behind.

  “Can anyone with a pair of binoculars see us right now?” Kari wondered with a gasp.

  “Would it turn you on or make you shy if I say yes?” Ford growled in her hair, against her ear. “Because I love the idea of the whole world watching me claim you. Even if that makes me a barbarian.”

  Josh echoed him with a happy moan. She expected him to deny it, but he didn’t.

  Being possessed by them did something to Kari. It unlocked something inside her she hadn’t realized she’d stuffed into a box—no, a cage—after her incident with Marty. Sometimes it was okay to give yourself up. To become someone else’s if they were yours too.

  Rather than object, or go cold, Kari embraced the moment. Let them watch! See me fly!

  She stared out at the twinkling lights of the city as Ford twitched within her. “You’re strangling my dick. You want me to keep going, don’t you?”

  “Yes, please.” Kari would die if he didn’t start moving again.

  He pulled nearly all the way out, then slammed back inside. The sparks he sent through her made her spine arch, which drove Ford deeper.

  “Damn,” he hissed before wrapping his hands around her waist and anchoring her there, impaled fully on his shaft. “You’re so soft and wet and hot as fuck.”

  Kari rocked against him, then forward, granting them both the barest b
it of relief as the head of his cock rubbed against sensitive places deep within her body.

  “Shhh. I’m going to give you what you need,” Ford said. “I’m going to come inside you. And I want you with me.”

  “I don’t know if I can anymore.” She let her forehead rest on the glass. Was she still coming from the last time or had her body simply began to hum like a tuning fork they’d struck repeatedly? It had gotten hard to tell.

  “You will. One more time.” It wasn’t an order, it was a promise. “You’re so sexy, and so responsive. You were made to be ours. Or maybe we were made to be yours. All three of us. You can handle our desires. This.”

  He rocked his hips and she moaned, wanting more even now.

  “Exactly,” he murmured in her ear as he began to fuck her again. “You’re everything we’ve dreamed of. Sweet. Sexy. And hungry as hell.”

  Kari felt herself tightening at Ford’s dirty talk. He was right. This was going to happen again and soon. It was too intense, too incredible to be a slow-burn situation. No, this was going to be the Fourth of July, condensed into thirty seconds of the most epic grand finale she could imagine.

  Ford laughed. He actually laughed. Right there in the middle of the most intense experience of her life. It was the sort of triumphant, glorious laughter that made her sure he’d been waiting forever for this moment himself.

  “You’re incredible, Kari,” he whispered before his hand snaked around her hip. His fingers roved over her mound, until he forked them on either side of his shaft.

  Kari kept still as he manipulated her, unable to relax until she’d let him scratch the itch she hadn’t even known she’d had before. When his thumb pressed over her clit then drew repetitive circles around it, she knew their time was limited.

  “See?” he hissed as he pumped inside her faster, harder. “Trust me, Kari. I know what we need. And right now, I need you to fall apart with me.”

  A tidal wave of pleasure crashed over her. She screamed and her entire body clenched. Every muscle she had flexed and held for the longest moment. Then they spasmed, wringing endless pleasure from Ford’s cock while delivering as much as she received in return.

  Ford couldn’t resist her euphoria. Apparently, neither could Josh. He cheered them on as Ford became frantic, fucking into her with erratic strokes.

  He shot every drop of his own release into her, where it mingled with Josh’s and Kari’s own slickness. She kept moving involuntarily, grinding on him until her bones began to melt and she resembled a wet noodle more than the sex goddess she’d embodied minutes earlier.

  She went limp, collapsing in Ford’s arms. He caught her to his heaving chest, keeping her steady when she couldn’t. He stayed there, his breath heaving, reminding her of a racehorse that had just shattered a world record until he slipped from her body.

  “I’ll take her,” Josh said quietly from beside them right before his hands wrapped around her ribs and she felt herself being lifted into his arms.

  Her eyes were already drifting closed. She let herself float through a cloud of natural and manmade chemicals, not to mention emotions, as the last pulses of her orgasm swept through her.

  “Let’s go upstairs,” Ford told Josh, who nodded then followed with her, a step behind. He smiled down at her when she peeked up at him while he climbed the stairs to their personal space. Ford turned toward the bedroom they’d lent her.

  “Are we invited to stay the night?” Josh asked as Ford watched him set her gently onto the bed.

  “I’ll be pissed if you don’t,” she responded without thinking. “Unless you’re good. You know, now that we…”

  Josh was already snuggling up beside her. “This is new, so I won’t let what you’re saying bug me. You don’t know how bad I need all of you yet. But I’m going show you.”

  Ford didn’t say anything. Neither did he disagree. He climbed in the side of the bed opposite from Josh and stretched out beside her. He kissed her forehead and said, “Thank you. This was the best night of my life.”

  “And hopefully not as good as others to come,” Kari said as she smiled dreamily up at him. None of them mentioned it, but she was wondering what it would be like if Brady had been there. And how he would feel when he discovered he’d been the one left out this time. It was almost worse than having sex with just one of them when she fucked two.

  Next time she’d have to rectify that mistake.

  Kari was still smiling as she cuddled, sandwiched between two of the three hottest men in her life. Despite her exhaustion, she couldn’t stop staring at them in awe as they drifted off, exhausted.

  8

  Kari couldn’t sleep.

  Not because she wasn’t worn out from the night before, but because she was amped up. Honestly, she also couldn’t wait to see Brady and make sure things were still okay between them.

  Ford and Josh had seemed certain he wouldn’t give a shit that they’d indulged without him. In some weird way, that stung. After all, she’d be devastated if they left her out. Maybe they weren’t as invested as she was. Could it be this was simply a physical affair for them?

  They certainly hadn’t talked about the two big F’s—their feelings or the future. Along with fucking, she figured those completed the trifecta of the perfect relationship. One cornerstone was taken care of. The previous two nights had blown her mind.

  But the rest?

  It was killing her to wonder about what was to come and if she’d left herself open to the kind of pain that hurt far worse than being hit by a taxi. So instead of lying in bed, she snuck away from the heat and comfort of Josh and Ford’s tangled limbs.

  Kari decided to work on a fourth, very important, F. Food.

  She was part of the way through making eggs Benedict with hollandaise sauce when a noise to her left startled her. Brady shuffled through the hallway opening into the main living area of the penthouse. His hair was smooshed flat to his head and the shadow under his eyes rivaled her own. “Holy shit. Are you just now getting home?”

  He nodded, his face set in a grim line.

  Kari wiped her hands on the far-too-large apron with I’m grilling a witness embroidered on it and jogged over to him. “Is everything okay?”

  “Not really.” He scrubbed his hands over his stubbled face. “I’m sorry, Kari. I’ve tried everything and, in my professional opinion, we don’t have enough yet to put Marty away for this. It’s circumstantial at best.”

  “It was him.” She put her hands on her hips, trying not to shake. If they couldn’t pin her attack on that bastard, he’d be out there, waiting for another opening to hurt her again. He wasn’t going to give up. She remembered how he’d tailed her, and the feel of his hand on her breastbone as he’d propelled her into the street.

  Suddenly, the smell of her burning food sickened her.

  “I know, honey.” Brady reached out and gathered her to his chest as if he needed reassurance that she was okay as much as she did. “We’re going to have to wait him out for now, though.”

  The disappointment in his tone twanged something inside her. Was he bummed that it could take a while? An insecurity left over from the days after Marty had first attacked her and made her feel less-than. She had no intention of imposing or assuming that because they’d slept together, their actions meant something more to him. Getting her hopes up then finding out she was wrong would be even more humiliating than the outright cruelty she’d faced in the past. “How long are you really going to want me crashing your place? Do all your flings move in until you get bored of them?”

  “Fling?” Brady practically growled. His face went slack. He dropped his arms and took a massive step away. “Is that what this is to you?”

  She felt the distance he’d slammed between them in every molecule of her being. She reeled, realizing how much his rejection could damage her. What if she forgot how to stand on her own? A day or two here, with them, and she’d already gotten used to leaning on them.

  Kari winced. If Brady wasn
’t going to reassure her, she sure as hell wasn’t going to stick her neck out first and admit that she was terrified her feelings for him—them—meant this was a lot more than a casual affair. She had no right to assume they would sign up for more than a few fucks.

  Sure, they treated her with respect and pampered her. That didn’t mean that they were in it for more than sex. She’d already used such poor judgment once, letting her guard down around Marty. Look how that had turned out. Maybe she was making a huge mistake again.

  Maybe it was best to keep that space wedged between them, insulating her from the effects of being close to him, so she could think clearly about where they were headed before she got in too deep to save herself.

  When she didn’t say anything, Brady cursed. He jammed his hands in his hair and spun toward the windows, acting a lot more like Ford than himself. “Damn it, Kari. I’m too tired to do this right now.”

  Brady’s exhaustion might have had something to do with how he lashed out. Or maybe he was too weary to hide his true feelings from her in that moment.

  Either way, she had to put some distance between them. Find her footing on her own again. Because this could end at any moment and she couldn’t get too attached to them or it would really fuck her up when they left her alone.

  Kari had lived through trauma once. Somehow, she thought this might be even more painful. Marty hadn’t ever cared for her or even pretended to. His actions had been a violation of her body. This involved more than her flesh.

  The injuries she sustained from reckless involvement could go even deeper than pure abuse.

  “I’ve got to go. Enjoy breakfast. It looks like you could use it.” Kari meant that sincerely, not as some sarcastic barb. The way Brady recoiled, she wasn’t sure he understood that. So she whipped the apron over her head, balled it up, and put it on the counter before she could make even more of a mess of things than she already had.