“You don’t think being a professional athlete is hard work? You think I didn’t work for it? Ask your fucking brother how hard I worked to become a first-round draft pick. They courted me because I’m that good.”
“Then don’t fuck it up,” came the soft reply. Gryff’s finger circled the rim of his glass.
Trey’s anger quickly dissipated as he studied the man across from him. His second drink was half gone already. Maybe the man did know how to loosen up. That gave him some hope.
“I’m not trying to fuck it up,” he murmured, then took another sip of his own drink. He waved at the bartender to bring them another round.
Gryff sighed. “I’m here to drive you home. Plying me with drinks won’t be conducive to that.”
“I’ve got it covered, don’t worry. Just relax and make peace with me.”
“Speaking of peace,” Gryff finished the rest of his second drink in one swallow. “You want a piece of me?”
The direct question surprised Trey. “Is the truth going to make you uncomfortable?”
“Probably.”
“I think you already know the truth. I haven’t hidden my interest the couple times we were face to face at your office.” Or dick to dick. But he’d keep that one to himself.
“Why me?”
“Have you seen your ass?”
Gryff frowned and took the glass directly from the bartender as he approached the booth. He downed half of it before placing it on the table. “But you want Rayne, too?”
“Have you seen her ass?” Trey chuckled when Gryff’s eyes crinkled and the corners of his lips twitched.
“She drives me nuts,” Gryff grumbled.
“How so?”
Gryff hesitated a few beats before asking, “Have you seen her ass?”
Trey’s howl of laughter filled their corner of the bar and he slammed his hand on the table. “Holy shit, dude.” The door opened again and the subject of their conversation headed toward them. Trey leaned forward and whispered, “Speaking of... Here she comes.”
Gryff’s eyes widened, and he glanced over his shoulder. “What the fuck. Why is she here?”
“I called her right after I called you.”
“Why did you call her?”
“Because we’re both going to need a ride after we get shit-faced.”
Before Rayne made it halfway across the bar, Trey had a hard-on. She wore a green wrap-around dress that was tight and short and matched those emerald green eyes of hers. The V neck of the dress did nothing to hide her cleavage. She wore strappy heels that had a ribbon or something of that nature winding up around her calves. Trey suddenly found it difficult to swallow.
As much as Trey liked men, he had to admit this woman did it for him. She was the complete package: Intelligent, beautiful, successful. Basically, hell on heels. He had done some research and Gryff was right, she was good at what she did. Very good. She might look like luscious eye candy on the outside, but inside this woman was a brilliant diamond. She knew her shit, no doubt about it.
She gave them a breathy, “Hey,” when she stopped at the end of the table. And when she smiled, the bar suddenly wasn’t so dank anymore.
“Hey,” Trey answered, fighting not to touch his cock. “Want a drink?”
She shook her head, her mane of reddish-blonde hair sweeping around her shoulders. He wanted to shove his face in it and take a great big inhale then rub that silkiness all over his body.
“No. I thought I’m the designated driver. Isn’t that why you called me?”
“Yep,” he answered, giving her a grin, then slid over to give her room to sit next to him.
She eyeballed him for a moment, shot Gryff a look, then slipped in the booth beside him. When her thigh brushed his, his cock jerked in his jeans. Goddamn. He wanted those thighs wrapped around his ears.
“So, what’s the occasion?” she asked, pinning her boss with a stare.
“Occasion?” Gryff asked her.
“Yes, why you two are suddenly chummy and out drinking together,” she explained, not taking her eyes off him.
“I was tricked.”
Her brows lifted. “Ah.”
“And you were, too,” Gryff finished.
Her eyebrows dropped. “Oh.”
Ah, shit. Trey needed to save face. “I only had the best intentions, though. Seriously.”
“Right,” Gryff mumbled into his drink and this time it was him who waved at the bartender for another one. He put up two fingers.
Trey continued, “Well, if anyone knows how important it is for a team to work well together, it’s me. And we’re now a team, right?”
Gryff leaned back in the booth, angling his long legs out. He crossed his ankles and then his arms over his chest, stared at Trey for a moment before giving Rayne a look. “You believe his bullshit?”
Rayne bit her bottom lip, glanced at the table and laughed. “Sure.”
Gryff half-smiled and said, “Then at least one of us does.”
“Teams need to be a well-oiled machine,” Trey added.
“Oh, Christ,” Gryff said, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. “Just stop while you’re ahead.”
Gryff sat up straight and leaned across the table towards Rayne. “You want to know the real reason he tricked us here?”
Oh shit.
Rayne shrugged and didn’t even bother to ask why because Gryff was on a roll.
“Because he wants to fuck you.” Gryff paused and raised a finger. “And that’s not all. He wants to fuck me. Or me to fuck him. Whatever.”
Rayne blinked, then smiled at Gryff. “Yes, I know.” She shrugged again. “He hasn’t hidden his intentions from the beginning.”
Gryff slammed his shoulders against the back of the booth and blew out a breath. He rubbed both hands over his face, then looked at Rayne. “Oh, Jesus. Am I the only one resisting here?”
“Yes,” Trey and Rayne both said simultaneously.
Gryff’s faced closed up and his eyes narrowed. “Wait. Have you two...” He wagged a finger between the two of them.
“No,” they said in sync once more.
Trey watched relief cross Gryff’s face. The man was definitely territorial over Rayne for some reason. “You said you didn’t have dibs,” he said slowly. “Am I missing something?”
Trey’s gaze bounced between the two of them. Both of their faces went blank. That was all the answer he needed. He wasn’t sure what to think about that little tidbit. It could either help or hinder his intentions. “I think I need another drink.”
“Me, too. Bartender!” Gryff called out. “Another round.”
Chapter 4
Rayne’s eyes slid sideways to the man in her passenger seat. No doubt he was feeling good. She then peeked in her rearview mirror. And so was the one in the back.
The later the evening became, the looser the men became. Not that Trey needed any help, but Gryff? Yeah, he needed the booze to get the stick out of his ass and contemplate Trey’s suggestion of the three of them hooking up.
Amazingly enough, Trey had talked them into going back to his place. It surprised her when Gryff agreed. Still, she had no idea where things would go from there.
But whatever happened tonight, she was all in. How could she not be? Two handsome, hot, successful men. Anyone in their right mind wouldn’t say no. Of course not.
The only issue looming? Gryff was her boss and Trey her client. That may be not only an issue, but a big one. And possibly the fact that she was the only one a hundred percent sober. Not that either of the men were sloppy or falling down drunk, but they both seemed loose and happy. Besides, it was nice to see Gryff like that. The more he smiled and laughed, the more Rayne couldn’t help but fall for him.
Which, again, reminded her of the not-so-small matter of him being her boss. Damn.
He didn’t stick his dick in company ink.
No, that wasn’t right.
He didn’t stick his pen in company pussy.
Nope. Not
right either.
Well, either way, it was too late. His cock had been inside her and they both had liked it. Really liked it. Once wasn’t enough for her. And from what she could tell, not enough for him either.
She pulled her SUV into a secured lower level parking garage after Trey waved a keycard at the card reader. As he directed her to one of his reserved spots, she couldn’t help but notice the rows of high dollar vehicles. Seemed as though no one who lived here drove a Honda or a Ford. She almost felt like she was slumming it in her Lexus. She pulled in next to a blacked-out Maserati GranTurismo convertible.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Gryff said, staring at the car next to them. “Don’t tell me that’s yours.”
“Then I won’t tell you,” came the serious answer from the backseat.
“You fucking athletes don’t know how to spend your money wisely.”
“Hey, it was cheaper than a Bentley.”
Gryff snorted, pushed open his door, and unfolded his large frame out of the car. He leaned back in before saying, “It better give a hell of a blow job.” Then slammed the door shut.
Rayne hesitated and turned to study Trey. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Are you asking if I have a plan to tame the beast?”
“Something like that.”
“I’m just going to wing it.”
She sighed. “Can you at least give me directions to the nearest hospital? Just in case I need to take your bloody pulp there in a hurry.”
Trey shook his head and laughed before climbing out of the car. She hurried to follow him since someone with a sound mind needed to be the referee if anything got out of hand.
“I sure hope you think it’ll be worth the trouble,” she whispered to him as she watched Gryff walk around the convertible, checking it out and mumbling.
“You tell me, is he worth it?”
She frowned.
Trey stroked his hand down her bare arm and she shivered at his electric touch. “Relax, Rayne. Baby steps.” He wandered away to join Gryff.
Baby steps? What did he mean by that?
She studied the two men practically jerking off over a piece of machinery. What was she getting herself into? What was she getting Gryff into?
She sighed and joined them.
Minutes later they were up in the penthouse of the high-rise building. Trey actually needed to use his keycard to get the elevator to rise to his floor. And for good reason. As the doors swooshed open, it led directly into his—what he called—“apartment.” Rayne had never been in an “apartment” like this. It comprised half the top floor. Even half the top floor was nothing to sneeze at.
“I hope you have a financial advisor,” was all that Gryff said as he stepped into Trey’s world.
“This was an investment. I own it,” Trey announced, sounding proud of himself.
“Well, bully for you,” Gryff answered as he wandered over to the expanse of windows overlooking the city. The view was spectacular, the city lights beautiful in the dark of night.
“And guess who my next-door neighbor is?” Trey asked as he moved to the middle of his expansive living room.
When Gryff ignored him, he looked to Rayne and wiggled his eyebrows, so she felt obligated to ask, “Who?”
“Cole Dixon.”
Gryff froze, then turned to Trey. “I bet you and he hooked up a time or two.”
“Why do you think that? Just because neither of us have any sexual hang-ups?”
“Who’s Cole Dixon?” Rayne asked finally. She was lost.
Trey’s mouth dropped. “You don’t know who Dix is?”
“If she knew she wouldn’t ask,” Gryff growled. Sounded like her boss was getting cranky again.
“No, no idea,” she said and moved closer to Gryff, tempted to rub his arm to soothe him. She just wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to pet her boss. Though, she did suck his dick a couple days ago.
Jesus. She mentally shook her head to clear her debauched thoughts.
“Dix is only the best running back in Bulldogs’ history and lover to Lawrence “Long Arm” Landis, who was the best quarterback in Bulldogs’ history. I plan on following in Ren’s footsteps and bringing us home the Championship trophy.”
“If you can get back on the team.”
“When I get back on the team.”
Gryff made a noise and stepped closer to the windows, staring out.
“So, they live on the other side?” Rayne asked.
“They actually live on the beach with their wife Eve and their new kid. They only use the place when they come into the city.”
“Wait. They have a wife and kid?”
“Yeah. They all hooked up and then got knocked up.”
She bet that was an interesting dynamic. However, she thought she heard a rumor at the office about Gryff’s older brother doing something similar. Couldn’t be.
Rayne’s brows pinned together. “Let me get this straight—”
“It’s just like Gryff’s brother. He hooked up with a married couple and they all live together now. I don’t think there’s any buns in the oven yet, though. Is there, G?”
“Don’t call me G,” Gryff said to the window.
“Call him Boss, he really likes that,” Rayne suggested with a helpful smile.
“Rayne,” came the low warning.
“Yeah. Boss. I like that,” Trey went on, missing the displeasure in Gryff’s voice.
Gryff finally spun around. “You call me Boss and you might find yourself flapping your arms to see if you can fly when I toss you from the balcony.”
Rayne pinned her lips together to keep from laughing.
He scowled at her. “Rayne, don’t encourage him.”
“Yes, Boss,” she said.
He bowed his head and shook it, his hands planted on his hips. “I think I need more booze.”
“Sorry, I suck as a host. I’ll get you a drink,” Trey said and then disappeared.
Rayne moved closer to Gryff and met his eyes. “Your brother is in a threesome?”
“Yes.”
“With a married couple?”
“Yes.”
“And it works?”
Gryff nodded his head slightly. “It works.”
“Damn,” she whispered in awe.
“That’s what I thought. But it works well, actually.”
She stared at his full lips, the color of a ripe Bing cherry. “Huh.”
“Are you getting ideas?”
She knew exactly where she wanted those lips. “I already had them.”
“You said you wanted both of us.”
She hesitated. She wanted what she wanted and there was no point in lying about it. Skirting the truth would get her nowhere. “Yes, but I didn’t think you’d go for both at the same time.”
“I didn’t say I would.” He snagged her chin and tilted her face up so she couldn’t avoid his eyes. “I alone wouldn’t be enough for you.”
“I didn’t say that,” she whispered, then licked her lips, his eyes following the movement of her tongue. A jolt shot through her, landing in her core, making her warm and wet between her thighs.
“But you want Trey, too.”
“Yes. I told you that.”
“You certainly did.”
Time to go for broke... “Are you willing?”
His expression closed up and his eyes narrowed before he asked, “To watch another man fuck you?”
“To participate.” Her lips parted, and the breath rushed out of her at the thought of the three of them together.
“In a threesome? With another man? I don’t know.”
“I know you’re attracted to him. I saw your reaction the other day in my office.”
Something flashed in his eyes before he hid it. “A fluke.”
Rayne smiled softly but shook her head, dislodging his grip on her chin. “No. I don’t think so.”
Gryff lifted a shoulder. “Think what you’d like.”
; Rayne placed a hand on his chest and slid it down to his stomach. His muscles shifted beneath her fingers. “Boss—”
“Every time you call me that it gives me a hard-on.”
Her lips curved into a smile. “I know.”
Gryff curled a strand of her hair around his finger and studied it. “I want to fuck you tonight.”
“Yes, I want that, too.”
“But, here we are standing in the middle of Trey Holloway’s living room instead. You could be in my bed right now, that green dress on my floor, your legs over my shoulders.”
“Or, we can head to Trey’s bed and have him join us.”
His head tilted and his eyes raked her face. “Why do you want this?”
She answered, “Why not?” Because she really had no answer to give him. Other than she was being greedy by wanting two men in her bed at once. “Have you ever thought about it?”
“Maybe with two women. Isn’t that every heterosexual man’s fantasy? But not with another man, no.”
“If you don’t touch?”
“Have two men over six-feet tall fuck one woman and not touch? Impossible.”
“We can take turns,” Trey suggested as he closed in on them, carrying drinks in his hands. He offered one to Gryff, who took it, and the other to Rayne. “Just soda,” he assured her. He turned back to Gryff. “I can watch you two.”
“No.”
“You can watch us,” Trey suggested, indicating him and Rayne.
“No.”
“She can watch the two of us.”
“I would love to watch the two of you. Two men together turn me on,” Rayne confessed. The thought of the two of them in bed together pooled heat between her legs. She pressed herself against Gryff’s hip, her hand still flat against his lower stomach.
Gryff looked down into her face. “Sorry. Not going to happen.”
“Then why did you agree to come back to my place?” Trey asked him.
Without breaking eye contact with Rayne, he answered, “I don’t know.”
“I think you do,” Rayne whispered, then added, “Boss.” She moved her hand over his belt and down to his groin, confirming what she already knew. “Please kiss me, Boss.”
“Rayne,” he groaned, shoving his drink toward Trey, who scrambled to grab it. He dug his hands into her hair and leaned down to crush his lips to hers. She gasped at the ferocity of it, how he owned her mouth, took control of her tongue. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers clenched into fists, pulling her hair harder.
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