Garrett leaned his shoulder against the frame, seemingly uncaring that his hair and clothing were getting soaked. “Work nights much?”
“Yeah, every other day. He’s a resident.”
Garrett glanced away then turned back, his gaze locking with hers. “Can we talk?”
She almost smiled. He wore the same expression, used the same words she had when she’d made up her mind to approach him the last time. She moved aside and let him stride inside.
Again, she was struck with his size, with the aggressive energy that buzzed through him and set her own body on fire. Did he even know that he radiated sexual intensity like a furnace did heat?
Once inside, he roamed the kitchen restlessly.
Jayne didn’t interrupt his thoughts. Waiting anxiously to hear what he’d decided. Both she and Richard had been hopeful he’d come around. They needed him. The past couple of weeks had added a spark they hadn’t known they’d missed in their own relationship.
Finally, he halted in front of the sink, turned, and leaned his butt against the counter edge. His gaze landed on her, his dark brows lowered. “I’m not into the D/s thing. I couldn’t get into the leather and whips.”
“We’ve moved beyond that, too,” she said quickly, hope blossoming.
“But you let him bind you and spank you with a whip.” His jaw tensed. “I’ve never laid a hand on a woman. I wanted to beat the crap out of him.”
Jayne wrapped her arms around her middle because she wanted to fly into his. “I like being spanked on occasion. But he never hurts me.” She gave him a little smile and shrugged. “And we wouldn’t mind if you got angry.”
He shook his head. “You’re both nuts.”
Her smile widened. “Yeah, but we know our limits. We’ll teach you about yours.”
“I’d need alone time with you.”
Jayne nodded, her body beginning to warm as she realized they were negotiating his terms for surrender. “There’d be plenty of that. His schedule, yours—they don’t exactly mesh.”
“You’re here all the time? You don’t work?”
“I’m here when he needs me. I’ll be here for you, too.”
His head canted. “You don’t work?”
“I work out of this house. I’m a writer. I freelance. Write text for websites, design them. I don’t make a ton of cash, but we like the flexibility.”
“You’ve been together a long time.”
Again, she nodded. “Since college. He was pre-med, and I was in graphic design and computer programming. I roomed with his girlfriend. When she left, he stayed. We discovered we liked living together. Made it a permanent thing.”
“I want to keep my own home.”
“You’re a private guy. I get that. And it might take time for you to warm up to Richard emotionally, but I think you’re already intrigued with the sex part, aren’t you?” His glare intensified, and she smiled. “Yeah, you’re intrigued all right.”
“We’re not going there,” he muttered.
“Richard will be relieved,” she said, grinning openly. “Be warned, modesty and pride kind of fall by the wayside when you watch each other fuck.”
“Dammit, Jayne. This isn’t funny.”
“I know.” She walked closer. Close enough to breathe him in. “It’s not funny. Not a game. But I like to play them. Will you be okay with that?”
He stiffened as she moved closer. “Depends.”
“On what?”
The corners of his lips twitched. “Whether you’ll give me something every time you press me to do something I’m not comfortable with.”
Jayne’s cheeks warmed, and she moved close enough her chest pressed against his. “I’ll be fair,” she whispered, gazing upward.
At last, his hands reached for her, one clutching her hip, the other holding her head. “Is it okay for us to fuck without Richard being here?” he growled.
“If we’re in this together, we want everyone happy. Everyone satisfied.” She wrinkled her nose. “But he’ll want to hear about it.”
“There aren’t any secrets between you two?”
“Not a one.”
“Will there be any between us?”
“Do you really want to hear the blow by blow?”
His green gaze darkened. “I might not like it, but I think I’ll need it.”
“Because it will make you horny, right? That’s what it does to Richard.”
“Dick. Don’t you mean?”
“Yeah, he’s my dick. You will be, too.” She bit her lip and looked away. It was now or never. “About secrets. I don’t want any major ones between us. But you have to know just one. It might matter to you.”
Garrett held still. His gaze grew wary. “Out with it.”
She cuddled closer to his chest, wanting to wrap her arms around him and hold him, because she knew this might be a deal breaker, and she was scared. “When we decided to make our arrangement permanent, Richard and I… We married. He has benefits with his job. I didn’t. And we knew we’d be in this forever. Will that matter to you?”
His jaw flexed. A swallow worked its way past his Adam’s apple. It mattered. She could feel it in the slackening of his posture.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything to us,” she said, wanting to reassure him but knowing how it sounded. “We have our own names, our own identities. No one but HR really knows.”
His hands set her away from him then dropped. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
Disappointment left a bitter taste in her mouth. “Garrett, give it a chance. I swear, a piece of paper won’t mean you’re not equal in this relationship. That I won’t love you every bit as much as I do him.”
His gaze left hers, rising above her head, and she felt him pulling away.
Jayne rose on tiptoe, leaned against his body, and cupped his cheeks, tilting his face down. When their lips were separated by a breath, she said, “Garrett, it’s not a matter of when I come to love you. That’s already happened. I tend to make up my mind quick. And I’m stubborn. I don’t let go of an idea or an emotion easily.”
“What about when kids come?” he ground out.
“I’ll want them. With both of you. But I’d like to wait until we’re comfortable living together.”
He shook his head again, that strong square jaw grinding audibly.
She pressed closer, kissed his mouth, his cheek, glided her lips along his clenched jaw. “Give us a chance, baby. I can make you happy. I can make this work.”
His eyes closed. When his hands cupped her hips, she held her breath, afraid he’d push her further away, but his fingers dug into her flesh, pulling her against him. His cock stirred against her, unfurling.
Tears filled her eyes, and she kissed his mouth again, a sob sifting into his.
“Don’t,” he said, his lips lifting in a snarl.
“What, cry? Can’t help it.”
“There’s no question about me wanting you, Jayne.”
“But me having another man in my life, that bothers you.” She sniffed and backed away, grasping his hand. “We’re alone now. Please…”
Garrett dragged his feet, following her toward the bedroom, knowing there wasn’t any way he could resist the plea in her glossy eyes. He’d seen her tears before, and they cut him raw.
Light striped the bed through the wooden slats of her bedroom window. Striped her flesh as she slowly removed her clothes.
He didn’t move, just stood, watching her. When she was nude, she reached for him, tugging at his clothes until they fell away. Still, he didn’t participate, moved like an automaton when she pulled him toward the bed.
She backed onto the mattress and scooted to the middle, never taking her gaze from his. He followed, pulled by the fevered anguish that tightened her face.
He couldn’t say whether this would be the last time or not. Couldn’t think about what it all meant. Didn’t want to dwell on the fact she was another man’s wife. That last fact hurt too damn much.
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nbsp; But he had to be inside her. It had to be now. He lowered himself over her, sighing when her arms surrounded him and her legs parted.
He dove into her, thrusting toward her core, all the anger and bitterness inside him making his strokes harsher than he would have liked, but he couldn’t stop. Had to punish her for making him feel this way. Making him want her so much he questioned everything about himself.
What she wanted from him was too much. He’d thought before that he could be part of her threesome and win her over for himself. Eventually seduce her away from Richard, but their bond was too strong. He’d always be on the outside. The latecomer, the one they’d added because they were bored.
Her eyes gleamed with tears, but did the tears stem from sorrow or from disappointment that she’d lost the game?
He powered into her, thrusting his cock like a cudgel.
Only she didn’t wince, didn’t do anything but blossom wetly beneath him, surround him with her heat and the sweet tremors that rippled along her channel, caressing him like her fingers working their way up his spine.
Jayne arched beneath him, her eyelids drifting down, her teeth biting into her lower lip, denying him her kitten smile.
When he slowed his movements, her eyelids rose slowly, tears gleamed, softening the blue of her irises until they looked like tiny empty pools.
He pulled out of her and knelt between her legs, pumping his hand along his shaft while he gave her a glare that had her scrambling to her knees and bending to take him into her mouth.
Only when her lips closed around him was he able to stop thinking and only feel the gentle suctioning that sent her down his shaft, the pull of her lips as she came off him. Over and over she milked him with her mouth, her hands twisting around his base and pumping.
It was the most glorious blowjob he’d ever had in his life. Made all the more memorable by the way her hair feathered forward and back from her face, the way her eyelashes fluttered up and down as she worked him, the way her body swayed, her thighs tightening, her bottom lifting as her arousal grew again.
He tugged her hair and pulled her off his cock, turned her to face away and clasped her hips. He finished them both in seconds, slamming toward her core relentlessly, his breaths ragged with the effort even after he’d emptied himself inside her.
*
“Dr. Anderson, you have a visitor at the nurses’ station.”
Richard raked a hand through his hair and stifled a yawn. Another long damn night and he hadn’t been able to get hold of Jayne. Either she was very, very busy or she didn’t want to talk to him. Either way he was worried.
Things between them were about to change in a very big way. And he wasn’t sure he was ready. Change might be more effort than he could afford to expend at the moment. He still had a year of residency to fulfill, and his life wasn’t going to slow down for a very long time. He’d been almost relieved when Jayne had taken a shine to Garrett. As much as he loved her, he couldn’t be everything to her.
He turned the corner, and then drew up short when he saw who it was.
“Garrett.” His glance went beyond his shoulder, but Garrett was alone. “You look like you need to talk.”
Garrett gave him a single sharp nod.
Richard tightened, not liking the tension in the other man’s face. “I can take a break. We can take a walk outside if you like. I could use the fresh air.”
Richard stopped talking because so far Garrett hadn’t said a single word. He led him out of the hospital toward a grassy area with a couple of concrete benches.
Richard sat on one, leaving Garrett space beside him.
He was surprised when Garrett sat so quickly, expecting that everything would be difficult and awkward, as closed off as Garrett’s face appeared.
“You both have a good life,” Garrett said, his voice sounding hollow.
Richard nodded. “Yeah. And it will only get better. I’ll get past my residency. Sometime in the future I’ll actually have time to be a full partner in this relationship.”
Garrett thrust his hands in his pockets and bounced his knees. “I don’t know where I fit. Why you in particular would want this. You say you want Jayne happy, but why aren’t you working harder on the relationship you do have to make it right. Why bring me in?”
Richard dragged in a slow, deep breath. “Jayne and I are close. Like the same person. Same likes, dislikes. We need more friction.”
Finally a reaction. Garrett aimed a quick glare his way. “I’m the friction?”
“You’re the goddamn spark. Frankly, our sex life has never been better than it has been these past couple of weeks. We both need you. You wouldn’t just be something extra on the side. You’d be the center.”
“You said you have certain kinks.”
Richard smiled and glanced away. “I like watching even more than I like being watched. And I like…directing. Not in a Dom way. I know you’d never go for that, but I like setting things up.”
“You set up the robbery scenario.”
“Jayne’s idea actually. Told you, we think a lot alike. But I’m the one who planned it.”
“She’s your wife. What will I be to you?”
“She told you.” Richard sighed, realizing just how important this conversation really was. “My friend, I hope. Brothers, eventually. I know that will take time because we’re both feeling a little jealous of each other, but it’s my hope, our hope, that we grow into something more.” He glanced sideways to lock his gaze with the other man’s. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? Or you wouldn’t be here. So, I have to know something.”
Garrett shrugged, but his back stiffened.
Richard drew another deep breath. “Is this just an experiment for you? Something you think will just be fun and then you’ll walk away? Because if it is, I’d ask you to find someone else to play with. Jayne’s not really fragile, but she’s got an innocent heart. She throws herself into love. I wouldn’t want her hurt.”
“I’m not sure what this is for me. I’m still thinking. My upbringing wasn’t the Brady Bunch. I carried around this picture in my head of what the perfect family would be like. And I do want family—kids, dogs, a nicer house with a big freaking yard. This takes adjustment.”
“Take your time. We’d want you sure.”
Garrett nodded, but again his expression shuttered Richard out. “What will you tell her?”
“About this?” Richard looked away at the sunrise breaking through the clouds. “That we have to give you space. She won’t be happy about that. And knowing her, she’ll be tempted to try to persuade you. But I’ll talk to her.”
Garrett stood and extended his hand. Richard grasped it, instantly liking the strength of his grip and his solemn expression. If Garrett came to them, he’d be committed. He wasn’t the kind of guy to play fast and loose.
As Garrett walked away, Richard pulled his cell phone from his belt. Jayne answered on the second ring. “Babe?”
“Yes, Richard?”
“Make sure to close the blinds in your bedroom.”
*
Jayne heard the car pull into the drive across the alley. She sat on her window ledge just as she had for the past three nights and lifted a slat of her blinds to peer out. Just like every night before, the garage door slid up, Garrett’s car pulled in, and the garage door slid down.
She had her answer. Garrett wasn’t going to come around no matter how much time she gave him to think it through. No matter how much enticement she might add. And she was fresh out of ideas for how to persuade him.
She missed him. Richard had been super-attentive, but he had seemed a little down, too.
“Come away from the window, sweetheart. You’re torturing yourself.”
“Patience isn’t working,” she said. “He’ll never come around if we don’t push a bit.”
Richard grabbed a pillow and pushed it under his head. “He’s given us his answer. Leave it.”
“I’m not ready to concede.” S
he turned the slats to allow Garrett a view if he chose to look.
Somehow letting him see made her feel a little less unhappy—as though she was reaching out to touch him.
“What are you doing, Jayne?” Richard’s voice sounded tired.
“He’s seen the kink. He hasn’t seen the caring. He doesn’t know we love each other. Or how it would be if he let us love him.”
“You know I’ll do whatever you want, sweetheart, but is this healthy? For you?”
“It’s what I need. And Garrett can look or not. But he has to know I’m still thinking about him. Still wanting him.”
His arms closed around her from behind. “How do you want it?”
“Straight up. Sweet. Show me you love me, Richard.”
“Show him, you mean?”
“Show us. It’s what this is all about. Building something beautiful.”
Jayne turned inside his arms and opened her robe. Then she reached for him, tugging down the waist of his boxers and wrapping her hands around his shaft as he pulled her against his chest and kissed her.
His hands massaged her shoulders then glided down her back, tracing each notch of her spine to her bottom, which he fondled with increasing ardor.
Jayne gasped and let go of his cock to slide her hands around his neck. Then, lifting on tiptoe, she kissed his cheeks, his closed eyes before slanting her head and taking his mouth.
Richard’s hands gripped her ass hard and lifted her.
She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, and he walked to the bed where he crawled onto the mattress with her still wrapped around him.
When he came down on top of her, he broke the kiss and glided his mouth along the edge of her jaw.
Jayne didn’t want a slow ascent. With the blinds open, her body was already melting. Desire curled in her belly. “Richard, come inside me. Please, please.” She kissed his nose, his cheek, and cupped his face to force his mouth to hers again.
He thrust his arms beneath her knees and brought her thighs up, pressing them high against her chest.
Curled so tight she couldn’t move, she whimpered when he stroked inside her.
He came up on his arms and powered into her, slamming against her pussy. She couldn’t help the urge and turned her face toward the window as she came, her eyes closing, her back arching, head digging into the bedding as she splintered apart.
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