Fun with Dick and Jayne

by Delilah Devlin

  *

  Garrett couldn’t take his gaze away from Jayne’s shattered expression. He knew every sensation Richard enjoyed at precisely that moment, the strength of the pulsating muscles that closed around his cock, the painful anguish of her voice as she lost all control. And he couldn’t begrudge Richard the joy of her. Was even strangely grateful that the other man could give her heart ease.

  Garrett had spent the past days wrestling with his pride, with his morals, trying to figure out what he could give up without losing his sense of self.

  In the end, it all came down to the fact he loved Jayne. And she wasn’t going to change. She’d committed to Richard. In her own way. She wouldn’t leave him. She’d promised the same to Garrett, and the longer he was away, the stronger the bond tying him to her grew. If he loved her, he’d have to accept her—as she was. He’d have to accept Richard in his life as well.

  Garrett turned on his bedroom light, flipped his blinds open, and leaned against the window casing, letting Jayne know he was there for her.

  *

  Richard answered the side door with a towel around his waist. “I don’t want you here if you’re not sure. Jayne’s cried enough over you.”

  Garrett’s chest felt heavy. He had to see Jayne. He cleared his throat. “I’m sure.”

  Richard stood back. “I’m heading to the shower.”

  Much as he might have preferred to see her alone, Garrett knew he had to lay both their fears to rest. “Don’t you think you should be there, too?”

  Richard’s gaze narrowed. “We don’t have to move that fast.”

  “You nervous now?”

  Richard snorted. “I’ll follow you inside.”

  Garrett strode straight toward the bedroom. Once there, he didn’t glance at the bed, just walked to the window and flipped the blinds. Then he slowly turned.

  Jayne sat in the middle of the bed, the covers anchored at her armpits. Her eyes, always the mirrors of her soul, were wide and liquid.

  Words dried on his tongue. He tugged his T-shirt from his pants and pulled it over his head. Then he toed off his shoes and shucked his pants. Jayne’s gaze greedily gobbled him up, but she didn’t let go of the sheets.

  Standing naked in front of them both felt oddly natural, his heart and body exposed. “I tried to walk away. I couldn’t. I’ve been miserable. Half a man.” He glanced at Richard. “If you’re still willing, I’m ready to be a full partner. No half-ass commitment. We’ll live together. Share responsibilities. Share her.”

  Richard nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached across to Jayne.

  Jayne held Richard’s hand and met his gaze with worry in her eyes. “This is up to you, Dick. I know I’ve pushed you, and you’ve bent to please me. I know it’s harder now. Because it’s not just a game. Not something transitory.”

  Richard didn’t answer for a long time, but then he smoothed a thumb over the back of her hand, unknotted his towel and drew it from underneath him.

  Jayne’s lips pressed together as she stared first at Richard then Garrett.

  Garrett breathed easier when he saw the happy smile tugging the corners of her mouth upward.

  “Dear God,” Jayne said, one brow arching, “do you both expect me to do anything more than faint? Because I can hardly breathe thinking about having you both.”

  Garrett chuckled softly and knelt on the mattress. He and Richard crawled toward her, both reaching up to tug down the sheet. Garrett planted his hand in the center of her chest and pushed her down.

  When she lay flat, they carved out their territory without ever saying a word—Garrett kissing her mouth, Richard going for a breast.

  Jayne gasped, and her tongue thrust eagerly forward, sweeping out and tangling with his. Her lips suctioned against his, sealing them together.

  The coverings gave, and Richard dragged them down, baring her body. The scent of sex permeated the air. But Garrett didn’t mind Jayne and Richard’s intermingled lust. His body was hard, his mind already made up that he could do this, that he’d be happy to add his own lust to the heady mixture.

  Richard lay down beside Jayne and turned her to face Garrett. His hand slipped over the top of her hip, his fingers parted her folds.

  Garrett rested on his side, facing Jayne, and lifted her thigh over his hip. With Richard opening her folds, Garrett fisted his shaft and placed himself at her entrance.

  Richard’s hand stayed, his fingertips rubbing her clit while Garrett began to stroke inside her.

  “This what you wanted, baby?” Garrett whispered, watching her changing expressions.

  Jayne’s eyelids drooped. Her mouth rounded as he drove deep. “I dreamed…but this is so much better…”

  Garrett kissed her then drew back, giving Richard a nod. Garrett cupped her ass, his fingers sliding against Richard’s taut abdomen. He parted her buttocks and held her open.

  Richard withdrew the fingers swirling on her clit. Holding Garrett’s gaze, he slid them over her asshole and thrust inside her.

  Jayne’s moans grew louder. The men fucked her in unison, letting her set the pace with her undulating hips, sweeping forward and back.

  When she came, Garrett leaned his forehead against hers and slammed his hips forward, his balls releasing hot spurts of come. But he didn’t linger there, he pulled out and scooted back while Richard rolled her to her back and climbed over her, thrusting hard into her wet cunt.

  The wet sounds surrounded Garrett. Jayne draped a leg over Garrett while Richard hammered her. An awkward hug to let him know she hadn’t forgotten him.

  Garrett lifted her hand and kissed it, pressing it against his damp, sticky groin to let her know he wasn’t about to let her forget.

  When Richard gave a muffled shout and sagged over Jayne, her face turned to Garrett. He bent toward her and kissed her.

  Richard stirred to watch them.

  Garrett broke the kiss then turned Jayne’s chin to accept Richard’s kiss.

  When Richard moved off her, the two men slid close to either side of her.

  Jayne’s breathing evened, then she looked from one to the other, a frown sinking a crease between her brows. “Are we going to have to play musical beds?”

  Garrett grinned at Richard who waggled his brows. “So long as he sticks to his side of the mattress, I won’t mind staying right here.”

  Chapter Seven

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  Two months later

  Finn caught the edge of Bunny’s hip and pulled her toward him.

  She laughed and swatted his thigh with her crop. “Not here,” she whispered. “Save that for later, when I’m not on the job. Couldn’t have everyone here at the club knowing my knees melt for the High Executioner.”

  Finn gave her a quick kiss then let her step away. They both stood near the entry of the salon, waiting for the trio to show up.

  “Tell me again. This is Jayne’s idea?” he whispered.

  “She wanted to surprise the guys.” She glanced over her shoulder at Finn and lifted a brow. “That’s why you’re in disguise?”

  Finn snorted. “Garrett would turn around at the door if he knew I was here to see his demise.”

  “Oh, I don’t know,” Bunny murmured. “Garrett’s full of surprises. Jayne says the guys have gotten adventurous trying to outdo each other.”

  “You and Jayne have become thick as thieves. Should we guys be worried?”

  Bunny arched a brow. “Only if you’re shy, baby.”

  A light blinked on the phone next the bar. The bartender lifted it, spoke quietly then gave Bunny a wink.

  “Show’s on,” she said. “Now scoot, Finn. If Garrett sees you with me, he’ll bolt.”

  Finn moved away but kept his gaze glued to the salon’s double doors. When they swung inward, he nearly lost it.

  Jayne strolled in, dressed in her version of a harem girl’s outfit, looking like the genie in a bottle. Her eyes were wide, her lips turned up in delight as she glanced around the room.

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bsp; Richard and Garrett flanked her. Richard’s eyebrows shot upward, but interest sparkled in his eyes. Garrett looked like a storm cloud about to burst—his eyebrows were furrowed, his lips crimped. If it hadn’t been for Jayne’s hand tugging at his, Finn had no doubts Garrett would have done an about-face and stalked out. But who could deny Jayne? Finn couldn’t wait to see how far his friend would actually let the little blonde bombshell prod him.

  Jayne gazed around the room in awe. Opulent velvet curtains, upholstered sofas and stools formed individual groupings all around the large room. Note to self, she thought, convince the guys to let me do a little redecorating.

  The thought fled the moment a man leading another man, a slender gentlemen who wore a harness around his balls, a ball gag in his mouth, a leather collar with a leash attached to it, and nothing more, strode by.

  She glanced up at Garrett to gage his reaction.

  He gave her a fierce glare. “No way in hell,” he muttered under his breath.

  She shrugged. “Not why we’re here anyway.”

  “Not that I’m complaining, but why is it we’re here, darling?” Richard murmured.

  Husband #1, as she’d begun to call him, didn’t seem nearly as resistant to the suggestion. Note to self: Pay more attention to Husband #2’s dick. He’s much more agreeable after a blowjob.

  Before she had to give an answer, Bunny strode toward them, pulling both men’s gazes as though she had a magnet stuck to her boobs.

  Jayne eyed Bunny, taking in the other woman’s black PVC corset, thigh-high boots, and shiny panties, and felt a moment of envy. Bunny was nearly as tall as Finn and looked anything but cute and cuddly as her name implied. The tall black leather pirate’s boots she wore forced every step she took to stomp, increasing the intimidation factor.

  Yet the first time she’d seen Finn and Bunny together, Finn had slipped his arm around the other woman’s waist, and she’d cuddled against him, giving him an impish grin that had completely killed Jayne’s fear. Bunny adored Finn. Something the two women had in common. They loved their men.

  But Jayne had two of them and that had created the problem they’d come to repair.

  “Oh hell, no,” Garrett said loudly, pulling his hand away from Jayne’s.

  “What’s wrong?”

  She followed his gaze, scanning the room, passing a particularly large man with a well-oiled manly chest, then coming back again to stare at him. Although the man in the mask was trying to appear casual, something about him looked terribly familiar.

  Bunny huffed. “Yes, it’s Finn. You hardly thought he’d steer clear of the club tonight of all nights?”

  “We’re leaving,” Garrett said, his fists curling at his sides.

  “But I’m not ready to go,” Jayne said.

  “Have fun then,” he bit out, and turned on his heel.

  “Garrett…” Jayne dragged out his name, using the girlish, breathy voice she knew melted him like butter.

  He halted and fisted his hands on his hips.

  “That’s better, sweetheart,” she said. “Why don’t you come on back here? We can talk.”

  He glanced over his shoulder, giving her a deadly glare that she knew was all bluster—at least when it was aimed her way.

  “Not until I know what you and Bunny have plotted between the two of you.”

  Jayne pushed out her lower lip. “You make it sound as if we’re planning a bank heist.”

  “I’m sure it’s much worse.”

  Richard chuckled, glancing between Jayne and Garrett, and then lifting his chin to Finn. “Hey, Finn. Nice gear.”

  Finn gave them a rakish smile. “Thanks, man.”

  “Jayne!” Garrett lifted a finger, and then pointed to the ground beside him.

  Jayne felt that command right in her pleasure center. She couldn’t help the way her hips swayed as she approached him because she had to squeeze her thighs together. When she was beside him, she gazed up and blinked innocently. “What’s the matter, Garrett?”

  “Don’t give me that look,” he warned.

  “What look?” she said, blinking again.

  He stared then shook his head. When he raked his hand through his hair in frustration, she knew she had him. “It’s for your own good,” she whispered.

  “What exactly is ‘it’?” he bit out.

  “You’ll see. Bunny arranged something special for us.”

  “I don’t like this.”

  “You always say that, but I’m always right, aren’t I?”

  He opened his mouth then clamped it shut. The hot glare he gave her now could have fried an egg on pavement, but she wasn’t scared. She had his number. “We’re happy, right?”

  Garrett bristled a second longer then sighed. “Yeah.”

  “And I haven’t ever asked you to do something you didn’t eventually like, right?”

  “Yeah…” He grimaced. “But, honey, in front of Finn? He’ll never let me live it down.”

  “It’s not what you’re thinking.”

  He crossed his arms over his massive chest. “Then put me at ease.”

  She huffed out a breath. “Kinda blunts the surprise, baby.”

  One dark brow rose, making him look like The Rock. “I don’t like surprises. I tend to take them to the ground.”

  “All right then.” She blew out a breath then walked her fingers up his chest. “You know how you like to watch Richard do me, and Richard likes to watch you do me…”

  “We are not doing each other while you watch.”

  She grinned. “No, I know that’s verboten. But wouldn’t you both like to do me together while someone else watched?”

  Garrett bit his tongue before he shouted an adamant “No!” Jayne’s cheeks were pink, her eyes bright with excitement. She’d walked her sexy walk all the way over to him, and he knew this was something she wanted badly.

  “I get a blowjob,” he muttered.

  She nodded eagerly.

  “You’ll feed me breakfast in bed, naked.”

  “I’ll even smear my breasts with jam.”

  He wished she hadn’t said the last quite so loud.

  Finn’s mouth pressed into a thin, tight line.

  He ducked his head closer to hers and whispered, “You really want this?”

  Jayne tilted her head back and smiled. Her large blue eyes twinkled. “You will too. Promise. We’ve come so far. I love sharing my life with you and Richard, but I know this will really seal our bond.”

  Garrett wished she didn’t make him feel like she thought he hadn’t fully committed. Hell, he slept in the same bed with them, had tag-teamed with Richard to love her more than a dozen times. If she thought he was holding anything back, he should have done more to reassure her.

  He cupped her chin, lifted her face, and planted a kiss on her lips. “Whatever. Let’s just get this over with, and try not to drag my dignity completely through the dirt.”

  Jayne flung her arms around his neck and squealed.

  Garrett felt a blush heat his cheeks even before he lifted his gaze to see Finn and Richard grinning. Now they both knew just how pussy-whipped he really was. His jaw tightened further when he realized a dozen strangers had heard every word they’d exchanged.

  “Come on, you three,” Bunny said, crooking a finger. “Follow me.”

  Garrett aimed a glare at Finn.

  Finn lifted his hands. “I’m staying right here.”

  “See that doesn’t change, buddy.”

  Finn’s laughter followed them out of the room.

  Bunny led them down a corridor with large plate glass windows that provided views into intimately lit rooms. Inside, couples played. Two were already busy banging. Another played a bondage scenario with the woman in stocks, one man kneeling between her legs eating her out, and another spanking her flanks with a crop.

  Garrett felt his heart begin to thud inside his chest. Anyone could walk by and watch them. “I hope like hell this isn’t what you have planned,” he said und
er his breath.

  “Don’t worry, big guy,” Bunny said. “I have a more private room reserved for you. Only two people at a time can watch.”

  “That’s supposed to make me feel better?”

  She glanced over her shoulder. “Doesn’t it?”

  Garrett cursed softly, which set Jayne giggling. But while his mind was resistant, his cock was already stirring at the thought.

  Bunny unlocked a door at the end of the hallway and flicked on the lights as she entered. She pointed to a mirrored wall at the far end. “I’ll keep it to two watchers. I promise.”

  He nodded curtly and stepped deeper inside. The room was innocuous enough. A large bed sat in the center of the carpeted room. Deep blue and brown silk coverings with matching pillows were inviting. As far as he could see, no toys or contraptions lay hidden inside.

  The tension in his shoulders relented, and he walked toward the bed.

  *

  Bunny didn’t look over her shoulder when Finn opened the door and slid inside. Finn reached for the intercom button and flicked it on.

  Jayne’s lusty moans filled the room.

  “I want the soundtrack,” Finn growled.

  “Wow,” Bunny whispered. “Garrett’s hung. Jayne’s a very lucky woman.”

  Finn’s hands closed around her waist then slid behind her to start unlacing her corset. “They can’t see us?”

  “Not at all. We’re free to get nasty.”

  Finn’s mouth pressed a kiss against her bare shoulder, and then stopped.

  She knew what made him pause. Garrett stood, arms akimbo, his thick, hairy legs braced apart while Jayne knelt between them and treated him to a very sexy blowjob.

  Richard stood at an angle to them both, his arm braced around Garrett’s waist, while he slid his cock through Jayne’s tight fist.

  Garrett combed back Jayne’s hair with his fingers, cupping her cheeks tenderly then flexing his hips to drive his cock deeper into her mouth.

  Jayne’s eyes closed, and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard around the massive cock stroking down her throat.