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THE RULE OF THREE: A.C.H.E., MOTO, and TRINITY

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by Never , M.


  “That all happened from one simple picture? It sounds so involved.” I pick through the clothes in the dryer.

  “It was. But that crap is off the streets, and Viper is where he belongs, behind bars.” There’s an air of relief in her voice.

  I smile, pulling out one of Dev’s white T-shirts. It’s still warm, and the heated cotton enlivens my skin as I slide it on.

  “I’m proud and happy and pissed you didn’t tell me sooner.”

  “I know, but I couldn’t, so you’ll just have to forgive me this time.”

  “Ugh, fine,” I tease sarcastically, grabbing a pair of folded hot pink underwear from the top of the dryer.

  “Glad I’m forgiven,” she mimics my tone. God, I really do adore my aunt. “So enough about me. What’s going on with you?”

  “Um…” I pull on the bikinis. “Same old.” I walk out of the laundry room, the plug reminding me of its presence with every step.

  “Same old? Kayla, I don’t think there’s anything same or old about your life.”

  I chew on my lip. What does she want me to say? I decide on the truth. “I’m happy.”

  Sam sighs on the other end of the line. “All my professional instincts tell me what you’re involved in is risky. Please be careful.”

  “I am,” I assure her for the thousandth time.

  “I just don’t want to see you get hurt,” she reiterates for the thousandth time.

  “There’s risk in any relationship. One, two, or three.” I try to persuade her.

  “I know, honey.” She doesn’t sound convinced.

  “Please trust me,” I implore. I can’t walk away from either of them.

  “I do.”

  28

  Reese

  I climb out from the backseat of the cab and stare up at my childhood home. I can’t remember the last time I saw it as a haven. Actually, that’s not true. I do remember. It was right before I found my father dead on the living room couch. Everything changed that night. My whole world. It was such a critical time in my life, crossing the threshold from boy to man. My father gave me and my budding career everything he had. All his spare time. Early track runs, late night homework. He was my biggest fan, and I leaned on him for all spectrums of support. Coming home is such a fucking painful reminder. That’s part of the reason I fought Dev on moving back. He had a perfect life in New York, but he was adamant about coming back. Why the simple life is so appealing, I’ll never know. Not when there’s a whole world out there to see. To experience.

  Kayla is the only thing that makes being in the house bearable. She’s the only thing that makes it a haven again. I feel my twelve-year-old self emerge, excited and happy to burst through the door. I don’t know where this relationship is going to lead, but I can tell you I’m committed to it until the end. It’s not conventional, orthodox, or even public, but it gives me a sense of home that I’ve lacked most of my adult life.

  “Kayla?” I yell from the entryway, dropping my backpack next to the door. Everything looks the same, except it smells different. Like fresh flowers.

  “Reese?” Kayla appears at the top of the stairs. She’s wearing a long white t-shirt and nothing else. “What are you doing here?” She flies down toward me. “I thought you weren’t getting in until late tonight?” She bounds into my arms, and my heart solidifies.

  “I caught an earlier flight. I wanted to surprise you.”

  “You did!” She kisses me enthusiastically, wrapping her legs around my waist in the middle of the foyer. Now, this is a welcome home of champions.

  “I missed you, baby.” I walk straight up the stairs with Kayla glued to me.

  “Me too.” She shoves her tongue down my throat. “So much.” She grinds on my cock, and I’m a dead man walking. After two months of being in a committed relationship with my hand, I’m fiending for some real pussy. Kayla’s pussy.

  I toss her onto the bed, and she lands with a bounce.

  “Fuck first,” I start.

  “Make love second?” she finishes.

  “Exactly.” It’s what I told her the other day. I’m so hard up I couldn’t be gentle even if I tried. She was open to the plan.

  “Roll over. Show me that ass.”

  Kayla’s cheeks flush a shade of red I’ve never seen before. Why suddenly insecure?

  “C’mon, baby, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” I encourage her. She slowly rolls onto her stomach and lifts her tight, perky ass into the air. “Nice underwear,” I muse as I rip my jeans open, tickling her clit over the lace, the panties identical to the ones she sent me for my birthday.

  The panties I’ve kept in my backpack ever since.

  “Damn, baby.” I shove my pants down forcefully, my cock protruding like a steel sword, before hastily yanking Kayla’s shirt up and tearing the hot pink bikinis down her thighs. I pause right before I slam into her, my breathing heavy.

  “What the fuck?” A little purple jewel is staring up from her taut little hole.

  Kayla looks at me over her shoulder, the need evident in her flushed cheeks and glassy brown eyes.

  “Dev,” is her simple answer.

  That’s all she needs to say. I know my brother has one hell of a kinky side, and it looks like he got Kayla to embrace hers as well.

  “You two have been busy while I was gone.” I raise an eyebrow.

  “Just keeping ourselves entertained until you got back.” She wiggles her ass.

  I’ll admit, I haven’t really indulged in kinky sex besides, you know, sharing a woman with my brother. I like to get straight to the point. I know what feels good, and I go after it. But seeing Kayla with that pretty little plug, eyeing me like a hungry lioness, I’m inclined to give it a chance.

  I grip her hips, an overwhelming sexual charge taking hold.

  “Do you want me, Kayla?”

  I line the head of my thrumming cock up to her swollen, glistening pussy. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes.” She pushes back, causing the tip of my erection to breach her soaked entrance.

  “Shit!” That small amount of sensation sends me over the edge, and I ram into her, both of us crying out from the explosive connection.

  I can barely stand it as I fall forward, bracketing her body with mine. I thrust continuously, irrationally, as I drown in an undertow of arousal. With every momentous stab of my cock, Kayla jerks forward, torturous grunts escaping from her throat.

  “Kayla! Fuck, Kayla!” I spiral quickly as her pussy grips me like an opening and closing fist. My pelvis slapping the butt plug in a violent attack.

  We fuck until we’re covered in sweat, and Kayla is scratching at the sheets. My cock swells in an angry fit as she moans incessantly, the sound a seductive pull.

  “Reese!” She abruptly bucks, an unexpected flood of fluid soaking my cock. “Oh, fuck!” She comes under my driving force, the tightening of her inner walls and the smearing of her cum setting me off.

  My groans vibrate off her back as I bite on her shirt and explode like a nuclear reactor.

  We both pant insanely as I twist her face and swallow her sounds, my muscles stiffening like a board. I finally collapse onto the mattress pulling Kayla with me. She niggles up in my arms, my world suddenly replete with fulfillment.

  I listen to Kayla breathe as I run one finger through her long brown hair.

  “You okay?” I ask, gazing up at the ceiling.

  “You’re back. I’m perfect.” I feel her smile against my chest.

  I glance down as she looks up. We both laugh. This woman is beyond bewitching.

  “How long do I get you for again?” Kayla asks sweetly, a glaze of satisfaction in her stare.

  “Four whole days,” I remind her.

  “Oh, right. I was hoping the answer might have changed.” Her tone is playful, but her expression is contradictory. I run my thumb along her cheek. “This is hard,” she admits, her voice small.

  “I know. But you have Dev to take care of you while I’m go
ne.”

  “It’s not the same. He’s only one-half of what makes me whole. I need you as much as I need him.”

  “You have me, baby. You have me in a way no one has ever had me. Since that moment in the hospital.”

  “What moment?”

  “When I told you to put your mouth on me and you kissed me. It felt like a chemical reaction. Something unexpectedly shifted. You owned me before I even realized it. Before I could even stop it.” I tilt her face up. “But I can’t stop being who I am. I race because it makes me feel alive, but you make me want to live, and that makes all the difference.”

  “When did you become so poetic?” Kayla tries to hide her flattered expression.

  “When I met a woman who gave the word love a definition,” I reiterate. Because it’s the truest of truths. Love was on the same meaningless level as fuck until Kayla.

  “Your sentimental side is turning me on.” She crawls on top of me.

  “I did promise love after fuck.” I run my hands up her thighs.

  “How about we translate those words into action?” She leans over and kisses me. A white-hot, jaw-stretching embrace. I drive my tongue into her mouth as our hips surge, the friction of her wet folds re-hardening my cock.

  “Take this fucking shirt off already before I tear it in two.”

  Kayla, slowly, teasingly, sheds the shirt from her body.

  “Much better.” I slip myself inside her, idolizing her perfect, naked form. I sit up, massaging both breasts, torturing each nipple as she drops her head back and rocks her hips. I lick and nip and pull with my teeth until she’s moaning. Until I’m hard as fuck and we’re grinding slowly. I relish every second I’m inside her. Her soft sighs my kryptonite. I reach around and press on the plug while she rides me.

  “That’s it, baby.” We rock together, gradually and deeply, Kayla encircled tightly in my arms. “I want to feel all your love.”

  29

  Dev

  I haven’t been able to think about anything but Kayla all damn day. The woman drives me bat-shit crazy without even trying.

  All I keep picturing is that jeweled plug lodged in her ass, and how fucking perfect that primed hole is going to feel when I sink the entire length of my cock into it.

  I walk through the front door ready to strip right in the foyer. I kick a black leather bag next to the door as I enter, and my stomach drops. I know who it belongs to, and he wasn’t scheduled to get home until late tonight.

  “Kayla?” I raise my voice as I climb the stairs, anxious all of a sudden.

  It’s dusk, so a soft light is overflowing through the house. I walk into my bedroom, and I’m struck with rage as hot as a bolt of white lightning.

  “You’re home,” Kayla purrs, popping her head up from the pillow, her and Reese’s naked limbs tangled together on the bed. “We’ve been waiting for you.” She reaches out to me, but I’m frozen in place. Seeing her laying there with Reese does something inexplicable. It makes me tremble with an unidentifiable emotion.

  “Dev?” Kayla beckons me again, and I manage to get my feet to move.

  I prowl slowly over to the bed, shedding my clothes as I go. I keep my sole focus on Kayla, watching a lustful smile spread across her face.

  She sits up, helping me push down my boxer briefs as I climb onto the mattress. Once they disappear, I clamp her face in my hands and kiss her deep and hard, invading her mouth with my tongue, claiming what’s mine.

  “Have you been a good girl?” I ask, anger bubbling.

  “No,” she answers. “I was very, very naughty.”

  I glance over at Reese, who is just lying there grinning.

  “You two have been having fun without me,” he states.

  I wish it would stay that way. The insidious thought infects my brain.

  I ignore Reese and concentrate solely on Kayla. I’ve been fantasizing about her all day, and I want what I want. Which is her.

  “Flip over.” I’m rough with her, but I can’t help it. I’m buzzing with need and something else, something dangerous.

  She climbs onto Reese, displaying her ass to me and the little jeweled plug. At least she managed to listen on that front.

  I press on the jewel, Kayla moaning from the pressure.

  “You ready for me, butterfly?” My voice is hoarse with lust and restrained aggression.

  “Suck my cock, baby.” Reese strokes his growing shaft.

  “No,” Kayla denies him. “I want you both. I need you both inside me.”

  Her request heightens my anger. I’ve never had a problem sharing before, but presently, it’s making me enraged. I ignore the foreign feelings, solely focusing on Kayla’s ripe little ass.

  “Who am I to deny you?” Reese pulls her face down, French kissing her as he flexes his hips and sinks into her pussy. My vision goes blurry, and my breathing accelerates. I don’t feel like myself.

  “Dev,” Kayla’s desperate voice pulls me back as she rides my brother. “Hurry.” She looks over her shoulder enticingly. Communicating she wants me as much as him.

  It doesn’t quell the agitated feeling, but it does spur me on, the plug taunting me to fuck her like I’ve wanted to all day.

  I palm one ass cheek, slowly running my hand over the curve of her behind. I pull at the plug; Kayla widens her legs straddled over Reese, preparing for me. Her wanton sighs giving me multiple kinds of chills. Good, bad, and indifferent, but the lure of her ass cloaks my animosity. I pull the plug from her body, her stretched little hole ensnaring me. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. I lick my hand, lubing my cock with spit, then, without hesitation, dive into her. I sink in all in one shot, the reverberation affecting us all. The engulfing sensation of her elasticized hole shoots straight to my balls, spurring me to move.

  The sound Kayla makes as she accepts me is one I’ve never heard before. It’s a mix of breathy excitement and unseen shock. She stills on Reese’s chest as her body adjusts to the jolt and my thick, pistoning cock.

  “Fuck, Kayla.” I thrust with a clenched jaw, my whole body locked up tight.

  “Oh God, I missed this,” she respires as Reese and I find a rhythm.

  “You love our cocks inside you. Filling you all up?” Reese traps Kayla’s face, kissing her as we fuck.

  “I just love you.” I feel like a third wheel as they connect, more anger rising up. “Both of you.” She barely forces the last part out. “Reese,” she strains, sending me over the edge. It’s my name she should be saying and only my cock bringing her pleasure. I punch my hips harder, digging in as deep as I can. I don’t even withdraw; just keep pushing forward until all she feels is me.

  “Dev!” Kayla reaches around and sinks her nails into my thigh. “Dev, that hurts!” She shrieks, but it’s too late to stop because an orgasm has already seized me. I black out, coming viciously, Kayla’s tense ass strangling me tightly.

  There are echoes of voices as the shockwave passes.

  “Dev! Dev! Devlin, get off her!” Reese’s voice breaks through the barrier.

  I scurry back, nearly falling off the bed. My eyes focus on Reese’s pissed off face and Kayla’s fresh tears. What the fuck just happened?

  “What’s up with you, man? You hurt her!”

  My bewildered gaze jumps between them before I bound off the bed and scoop up my clothes.

  I leave without a word, spooked out of my mind.

  30

  Kayla

  I pace the parking garage like a stalkerish girlfriend, because that’s exactly what I’ve been reduced to. I don’t know what the fuck happened last night.

  One minute, everything was fine; the stars were aligned with all three of us back together, and then, chaos. At one point, I thought Dev was going to rip me open. I’m actually still in a little pain, but it’s nothing compared to the confusion and worry shredding apart my insides. I texted him twenty times after he left with not a single response, and today at work, he’s avoided me at all costs. It’s killing me. So I’ve b
een stalking his car for the last half hour waiting for him to leave the hospital. I’m hiding by the back end of the Mustang, so he doesn’t see me until it’s too late. There’s no avoiding me now, and the expression on his face conveys he knows that.

  He stops short a good three feet away. The physical and emotional distance breaks my fucking heart.

  This isn’t the Dev I know--the one who can barely keep his hands off me, who now won’t even come near me. We stare at each other silently, his big blue eyes guarded.

  “Are you going to tell me what the hell happened last night?” I cut to the chase. I have to know.

  He doesn’t respond. Instead, he just stands there quietly working his jaw.

  I wait impatiently for an answer. “Dev.” I take a forceful step forward.

  “Kayla, don’t.” He puts his hand up, stopping me from running into his arms.

  “Don’t what? Talk to you? Look at you? Touch you?”

  “Yes, all of it.” His voice is pained.

  “Why?” I whisper, crushed.

  “Because . . .” He struggles to explain. “Things are just different.”

  “Different how?”

  “I just can’t.”

  “Can’t what?” I demand.

  “Share you!” he shouts, his voice echoing like a sonic boom.

  “What?” I’m left shocked.

  “I don’t want to share you anymore.” He lays it all out for me. Clear and concise. As sharp as a blade.

  “I don’t understand. Then what do you want?”

  He grills me hard, and suddenly, I realize. “Oh, you want me to choose?”

  “It’s the only way. Last night was a testament. I couldn’t stand seeing you with him. It sent me right off the deep end when I heard you moan his name . . .” He glowers like the memory is excruciating. “When you told him you that you loved him . . .”

 

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