by Suzan Butler, Emily Ryan-Davis, Cari Quinn, Vivienne Westlake, Sadie Haller, Holley Trent
Garrett kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Her pussy cradled his erection, the shaft sliding through the superheated folds. She wrapped her arms around his neck, needing him closer. The cool air hit her, giving her goosebumps, even though both men were hot and pressed against her.
He moved from her mouth to her jaw, to her neck, trailing kisses all the way down to her breasts. Leo’s hand snaked between them, his fingers doing wicked things to her pussy while Garrett laved all over her nipples.
For a moment, Leo’s hand left her and stroked Garrett’s hard cock. At first, she didn’t notice, but when she did, her entire body blushed. Another rush of arousal shot straight between her legs, super heating her core, as if he’d touched her instead of Garrett. If she hadn’t been between the two of them, she might have collapsed.
Garrett knelt in front of her, dropping kisses all over her skin on the way down. She glanced down as he took Leo’s glistening fingers into his mouth, sucking each digit clean. His eyes met hers, wary, as if he were gauging her reaction.
She shuddered at the sight of him sucking Leo’s fingers, wondering just how close the two really were. That wasn’t manly-man-hetero-best-friend behavior. That was the behavior of men who’d tasted each other before. And liked it.
He’d never said anything, but it made sense. As much as they shared women before, he might have experimented with his best friend a few times. But she’d never say anything, not unless he said something to her. Though she suspected that was what he was doing now.
Leo kissed along her neck and shoulder. His hands left Garrett’s mouth, palming her breasts while Garrett spread her pussy lips and licked her like she was an ice cream cone. She steadied herself by placing her palms upon his shoulders, though Leo held her from behind still.
Two fingers pressed into her as Garrett licked her clit, lapping her arousal like he was a man dying of thirst. She dropped her head back on Leo, who kept her supported as he rolled her nipples in each hand. There was touch, sensations, rolling pleasure everywhere on her body they touched.
She tried to wrap her fingers around Leo, to give him even a quarter of the pleasure he gave her, but he evaded her. “This is for you, sweet cheeks.” He pinched her butt and she yelped.
“Bri,” Garrett said against her core. “I love you.”
“Fuck,” she moaned. “Don’t stop, baby.”
“Make her come,” Leo said as he licked the rim of her ear. “I love the way she screams.”
“Honey,” she panted. “Please. You’re going to make me…” She stopped because her orgasm hit her right then. Unlike the slow build they’d tortured her with earlier, this one hit her like a freight train. She cried out, her climax exploding within her so hard she saw white stars. She gripped Garrett’s red-tipped hair between her fingertips, back arching, her head cradled in the crook of Leo’s neck where it met his shoulder. Ecstasy overtook her. Garrett worried her clit while Leo tugged at her nipples. She came apart under their fingers.
She collapsed against Leo, his warmth surrounding her, holding her up. Exhaustion threatened to overtake her, the whirlwind of thoughts she’d forgotten to think slamming into her. This day was a serious day of firsts, something she had prepared for, but still didn’t realize the extent of the change it would make. For the first time, she truly understood what would change in their relationship adding Leo.
Garrett gazed up at her then slowly stood. “Baby doll, you want to make this night super special?”
More special than it had been so far? She was high above everything still, floating somewhere between the mountains and the sky. She felt too good to think about how strange this whole experience was. “How do I do that?” She smiled at him. “I’m already feeling super special.”
“What would you say if Leo and I did some things for you… together?” Garrett asked in a low voice.
Bri looked from him to Garrett and back again. “You mean… You and Leo?” Luckily, her voice didn’t crack when she spoke. Coming off such a strong orgasm had left her beyond feeling good. But thinking about Garrett and Leo together was making her breathe hard all over again. Her pussy ached to see what they offered her.
“You don’t seem surprised, sweetie,” Leo said, his eyes on Garrett.
“Would it bother you?” Garrett’s quiet rumble asked.
“Bother me?” She frowned. “Does it bother you that Leo fucked me today?” she countered. “That he’s been just about everywhere on my body that you have?”
“No,” he admitted. “But Leo and I”—”
“Why would I be any different?” she whispered. Garrett smiled, those dimples showing through. “You got to watch me. I want to watch you.” Just the words leaving her mouth tensed her muscles in sweet anticipation of more sex.
Leo choked from behind her. “Fuck, man. If you hadn’t married her, I would right now. She’s a keeper.”
“We’re pretty damn lucky,” Garrett said with a bright smile. He tried to kiss her but she pulled back, the cool air hitting her nipples, still wet from Garrett’s lips and hard from Leo’s fingers.
“Nuh-uh. Not me.” She stepped from between them and crossed her arms. She looked pointedly back and forth between the two. Garrett’s broad shoulders filled almost the whole doorway to the bathroom. Leo’s biceps were thick and corded. Both had black hair, but while Garrett’s was more punkish, Leo’s was shorter, almost cut to the scalp. She wanted more than a week or two with them both. She needed a lifetime.
Leo made the first move, pulling Garrett into his arms. He cupped his face. Bri’s heart sped up as he closed in, touching Garrett’s mouth gently with his lips. She watched the strong lines of his jaw as Leo kissed her husband. It wasn’t about strength though. The reverence and the tender love in his expression was what made her melt.
Bri had never seen guys kiss each other. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel awkward at first. Watching the two virtually perform for her heated her body, flooding liquid arousal into every nerve.
Her eyes were glued to Leo’s hands, smoothing over Garrett’s body, gripping his narrow hips and pulling him flush against him. It was the intimate way they touched each other, the familiarity that mesmerized her. Her dream of having both of them for a lifetime might not be so outrageous, especially if what she saw between them was real.
Leo broke the kiss and turned toward her, fire blazing within his dark eyes. “Bri, honey, come here.”
As if her feet had a mind of their own, she started walking. As soon as she reached them, Leo pulled her into the embrace, sandwiching her between them. He wrapped his arms around them both, settling on Garrett’s hips. Then he kissed Garrett again, right over her shoulder. This time, he kissed back with more vigor, their mouths opening and their tongues sliding around together. His hips ground into her ass.
She swallowed, the ache of her pussy building so much she pressed her thighs together. Garrett grew harder behind her, impossibly hard. Was it possible that Leo turned him on even more than she did? She wriggled her ass against Garrett’s cock, the smooth skin sliding across the crease. Hope bloomed inside her. Maybe this could work.
Leo’s hands moved, one staying on Garrett’s hip while the other massaged her breast, tugging slightly on her nipple. She moaned as her hands roamed over his hard flesh, over his shoulders and his chest, and slipped between them. She wrapped her fingers around his dick, slowly stroking him. He was just as hard as Garrett.
As the two came up for air, she shook her head in amazement. “That’s fucking hot, you two. How dare you guys keep that from me.”
“I didn’t think you’d be into it, baby.” The bastard blushed. “Leo and I… It’s different. It’s always been different.” His brow wrinkled, like he couldn’t quite find the right words. He probably couldn’t. Actions were worth more than words to him. He used his body to communicate.
“Show me.” She whispered to him, a forceful rush of air as she locked eyes with
her husband. She tore her eyes from him, turned toward Leo. “Sit.” Her commanding tone surprised him, she could see his eyes widen.
Good. Let them be surprised.
He did as she’d said, without complaint or smart ass remarks. Maybe he hadn’t realized she had some power of her own too. Didn’t think she’d be into it? Internally she scoffed. She’d show them.
Brianna gave Garrett a soft kiss and turned her attention back to Leo. She placed her hands on his shoulders and then slid her hands down to his sculpted chest. Over his left pec, close to his heart, his anchor tattoo stood out to her.
She’d never really paid attention to it before. In ten years, she could count the number of times she’d seen his chest on one hand, usually in passing. How had she never registered this tattoo? Slowly, she touched his inked flesh, and met his eyes.
“Did you get this with Garrett?” Leo’s muscles stiffened beneath her hand and she knew she’d hit the mark. “Tell me about it.”
“Bri, I don’t think I could even form a complete sentence with you on top of me like this.” Leo slid his hands around her waist, tracing the flare of her hips with his palms.
“Bri,
“But I’m just standing here.” A wicked grin came over her face. She knelt between his legs. “I’d much rather be here.” She took his heard flesh into her mouth, her hands cupping the heavy balls beneath his shaft.
After a few minutes of reveling in the taste of her husband’s best friend, she turned to see Garrett watching, fire burning within his eyes. “Do you want to play, too?” She smiled, stroking Leo’s cock slowly, attempting to entice her husband. “I mean, we’ve been rather selfish to our host here, Garrett. He’s given a lot.”
Maybe she was being a bit manipulative, but Garrett had done this to show her something about himself. She wanted to encourage him, because she had her suspicions about the two men and she thought that maybe Garrett was afraid.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to be selfish.” Garrett smirked. He got down on his knees and watched as she took the head of Leo’s cock in her mouth. She kept her eyes on Garrett as he licked his lips, watching her suck off his best friend. Leo’s head fell back as she let his cock pop from her mouth and kissed Garrett. He moaned. Then when she resumed swirling her tongue around the tip, Garrett joined her, half-licking the tip and her tongue at the same time.
Leo fell back with a loud groan. “Fuck, you guys are killing me.”
“That’s the idea,” Bri said.
“We’re supposed to be seducing you, Brianna.” Leo ground out.
“Tough.”
Garrett watched her as he dipped his head and seductively ran the flat of his tongue up Leo’s rigid shaft. She wrapped her fingers around Garrett’s cock, stroking him as he took Leo into his mouth. The sight of him taking another man’s cock into his mouth set her on fire. But when he met her eyes straight on, she just about collapsed.
“Garrett, I need you,” she breathed out. She didn’t want him to stop sucking Leo, but she felt like she’d die if she didn’t have Garrett’s cock inside her pussy again.
Garrett was up in seconds. He stepped behind her. Bri leaned over Leo’s cock more as she got up on her knees, presenting herself to Garrett.
Garrett spread her cheeks, lined up his cock, slid home in one stroke. Leo groaned at the same time when she took him deeper into her mouth, and the three of them stilled, trying to adjust to their new position before they all lost control.
Garrett was the first to move, pulling out slowly, and slamming back in. The way his dick rubbed against her interior flesh had her pushing against him with each thrust.
Leo lay sprawled across the bed. His back arched, his hips bucked and suddenly, he was coming. She hadn’t expected it and hadn’t prepared for it as he spurt in several bursts down her throat, on her chest, over his belly.
Garrett grabbed her hips and doubled his rhythm. He gripped her with almost bruising strength as he pounded into her. One hand, whose she wasn’t sure, pinched her clit, which proved to be her ending. She screamed as her orgasm hit her full on like a Mack truck. She clamped down on Garrett’s pistoning cock and barely registered him joining her in ecstasy.
~*~*~
Leo watched the couple as Garrett disposed of the condom and came back with a damp washcloth for his wife. The care with which he cleaned her nagged at his heart. He wanted that with someone. Hell, he wanted that with them. The way Garrett cared for her, it was just beautiful.
As Brianna straightened, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Leo suddenly felt like a rotten voyeur so he stood and grabbed his discarded sweats. It wasn’t for him. He was just the plaything this weekend. The toy. And he was good with that. That he knew how to handle. That was easy.
A hockey player—a public figure no less—had no business being with two people.
Leo reached for the door when Bri’s sultry voice called, “Where are you going, Leo?”
“Bathroom,” he lied. He didn’t want to stop. He needed to keep going. Separation was good. It gave one clarity. But she had that way about her, that commanded him without the command. He faced her, as she curled on her side in the bed.
“I’m tired as hell. I was thinking about bed,” Garrett said as he crawled back under the covers and cuddled against his wife. He looked at Leo. “You okay, man?”
“Yep,” he smiled. “Grade-A perfect. Just going to the bathroom and then to bed.” He escaped the bedroom through the bathroom and went out into the living room, past the couch. The Christmas lights flickered like nothing had changed, bathing the room in a warm, holiday glow. He flipped on the kitchen light, breathing out the panic settling in his blood.
He glanced down at the eggs that he’d made earlier. They were beyond cold, and based on how long they’d sat there, he didn’t think they were edible. He sighed and trashed them, dropping the dirty dishes into the sink for later.
Grabbing a granola bar from the pantry, he turned and froze when he saw Brianna. She’d pulled on one of Garrett’s tees, covering curves he’d just reveled in touching a few short minutes ago. His cock jerked in his sweats and he was suddenly grateful for the island blocking his lower half from her.
“You’re not coming to bed, are you?” Her voice was soft, maybe a little sad.
“No,” he replied. Weight lifted from his shoulders as the truth left his lips.
“Why not?”
He walked over to her, hooked his finger under her chin and smiled. “This is a new thing for you, Bri. You need time to process it.”
“I don’t, though,” she said. “I’ve thought about this for years, far longer than even Garrett knows. Can you honestly tell me you haven’t thought about it before?”
He swallowed the squish of his fear in his throat. He couldn’t lie to her. “I have.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“I’m sorry, Bri. I can’t stay in the same bed with you and Garrett. I just can’t.” He leaned over and touched her cheek with his lips, softly, tenderly. He loved the smell of her. Leaving that bed wasn’t what he wanted to do, not by a long shot. But that’s what he had to do.
For his own sanity.
Chapter Five
Leo woke hours before Bri and Garrett the next morning, scouring the kitchen. Cooking was something he used to relieve stress, and he was feeling a lot lately. He’d thought being in the same house as his favorite couple wouldn’t be difficult, but after the previous night, things were just downright complicated. He pulled out a pound of bacon from the fridge, because bacon made everything better, and because it was Bri’s favorite.
He didn’t know how he was supposed to deal with this situation now that he’d touched them both, been touched by them both. His cock stiffened as he remembered the feel of Garrett’s tongue against his shaft, sliding along the underside from hilt to tip. He shuddered, then hissed, as a pop from the bacon sent grease flying at his chest again.
; A shirt. That was a good idea.
As soon as he’d pulled on a tee from the clean laundry he’d left in the guest room, Bri and Garrett strolled from the bedroom. Bri wore a perma-grin on her face, two rows of pearly whites flashing at him. Garrett wasn’t much off from that. His big body’s muscles were relaxed. The two of them looked sated as Garrett held her hand within his much larger one. Garrett wasn’t wearing a shirt, which only made Leo’s condition worse. The sculpted chest had a smattering of hair that Leo longed to run his fingers through.
Bri wore one of Garrett’s tees, which looked huge on her petite body, hanging halfway down her thighs. It didn’t look like she was wearing anything else, which made him burn all over again. He shouldn’t have been this into a girl, especially his best friend’s wife.
His only consolation was that this would end soon. They’d go back to their life, and forget all about him. Wasn’t that the way things worked? He couldn’t afford to lose his heart to them. But that didn’t mean that he couldn’t make the most of the time they had. Physical pain slammed into his body, from his heart down to his gut. He didn’t want to lose them, and that realization scared the shit out of him.
Brianna came over and wrapped her arms around his waist. She looked up expectantly at him, so he gave her a soft peck on the lips. She frowned. “What kind of kiss is that?”
“The only one I can give you before I bend you over the table and fuck you.” Leo smiled down at her. Both he and Garrett towered over Bri’s five foot three frame. He liked her size. It was true that big things came in little packages. He’d forever compare any woman he would sleep with to her. She was his pedestal, his boundary. No one would ever live up to her.
Damn it.
He rubbed the small of her back, surprised by the smoothness of it. Fuck, she was going to kill him. There was no bra line. “You should eat and get your strength up.” He smiled devilishly, hoping she didn’t catch on to his discomfort. Garrett was right there, imposing and silent. It was both horrifying and convenient that he’d fall in love with his best friend and his wife, because he’d always be the third leg, the one that didn’t quite fit in.
