A Daring Desire (Dare Menage Series Book 4)

by Jeanne St. James

  “Having her hot, wet pussy wrapped around your dick is hardly torture, boss man. Not at all.”

  “It is when you’re trying not to blow your load in thirty seconds flat.”

  Trey chuckled. “Wait until she comes and those tight muscles of hers squeeze your dick so hard that your brain squeezes, too.”

  “Shut up, Trey. You’re not helping,” Gryff grumbled.

  Trey chuckled again and pressed his lips to Rayne’s shoulder. She figured he was watching Gryff’s face as she rode him. When Trey sank his teeth gently into her flesh, she paused mid-motion and gasped.

  “Ah, you like that, baby?”

  She inhaled a ragged breath. “Do it again.”

  He did, a little harder this time. She ground her pelvis against Gryff and he bit out a curse.

  “Again,” Rayne said, her eyelids fluttering closed when Trey moved closer to her neck and then sank his teeth there. “Oh God,” she groaned.

  “Ah, fuck, baby. Spanking and biting. You’re my dream girl,” he said, dropping his head to her breasts and nipping her there, too.

  Her chest heaved, and she rocked her hips, trying to drive Gryff deeper. But it was impossible, he had nowhere else to go. She dropped one hand from Trey’s shoulder and found her clit super sensitive to her touch. “Again,” she demanded, circling and pressing herself before crying out. “Again, Trey!”

  He obliged by sinking his teeth even deeper over her nipple, then tracing the indentations with his tongue.

  “Fuck you, Trey. Fuck you. Every time you bite her… Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I can’t…”

  “Hold on, baby,” Trey said. Rayne didn’t think he was talking to her. He had called Gryff baby, though he might not have realized it.

  His cock became even harder inside her and it throbbed. He was close.

  “I want to come at the same time,” she begged Trey. “Oh, God. Help me come at the same time.”

  Without a word, Trey slid backwards to lay on his stomach between Gryff’s legs, his face right where their bodies joined. He shifted forward enough to put his mouth to her clit while she was still full of Gryff.

  She cried out, her back arching, her hips stilling.

  “What...” Gryff started but his words drifted off. “Oh fuck, what…”

  Rayne looked down to see Trey’s head in between both her thighs and Gryff’s, and as he worked her clit with his mouth, she thought, no, this was the most glorious thing she’s ever felt. Having Trey’s mouth on her while Gryff was as deep as he could go…

  Her toes curled as she felt the beginnings of a climax. Then Trey dropped his head lower, and he sucked Gryff’s sac into his mouth.

  “What… the… fuck,” came Gryff’s breathless complaint.

  Rayne dug her hands into Trey’s hair as he worked Gryff’s balls in and out of his mouth, licking, sucking. One of his long fingers pressed against her clit. He didn’t forget about her. Not for a moment.

  Such a generous lover. She couldn’t be luckier.

  Her last thought dissipated as her body rippled around Gryff’s length, squeezing him tight. Gryff pulsated hard within her, his body bowing, lifting her up and away from Trey’s mouth. Her heart thumped, her body tingled, and her breath was lost for a moment, as the final throes of her climax waned. Within seconds, she became boneless. Trey sat back on his calves and caught her in his arms.

  “That’s it, baby,” he whispered against her temple, brushing her hair out of her face. “That was beautiful. You need a big mirror in here so you can see how you look as you come with him deep inside you.”

  She tried to shake her head, but it was impossible, so instead she laid her cheek on his shoulder and caught her breath.

  She figured she’d move once Gryff softened. But he didn’t. Not right away. At least his fingers no longer had a death grip on her hips. Instead, he slowly stroked her back with long, soothing movements. If she was a kitten, she’d be purring.

  “You good?” she asked Gryff, wanting to see his face, but still too spent to move.

  “Very,” he answered, sounding a little out of breath himself.

  “You need help?” Trey asked her.

  “Yes, please.”

  He wrapped an arm around her as he helped lift her off Gryff’s hips. Before letting her collapse onto the bed, he took her into his arms and kissed her thoroughly. Then he guided her next to Gryff.

  “Better?”

  “Yes, thank you. I’m not helpless. I’m still in ecstasy.”

  “I can see that,” Trey said, an amused expression on his face. “First me, then big boy here. I’m sure we’ve tired you out.”

  “But it’s a good tired.”

  Even though she had a king-sized bed, when Trey snuggled in beside her, it was tight. Trey laid on his side, watching both her and Gryff with a satisfied smile on his face.

  “Did you like that?” he asked Gryff.

  She wondered if he’d answer honestly. Gryff turned his head toward them, met Rayne’s eyes first with a look she didn’t recognize and then he met Trey’s questioning gaze.

  “That was fucking crazy good.”

  Trey gave Gryff a big smile that lit up his whole face, then leaned over to kiss Rayne on the nose as he stroked her arm. “He thought it was crazy good.”

  Rayne sighed in relief. “I second that. That is my new favorite position. We’ll have to make up a name for that.”

  “Like the Reverse Cowgirl Chow Wagon.”

  Gryff snorted and Rayne couldn’t help but be thrilled that Gryff was starting to accept Trey’s attention. Not to mention, actually admit he liked it.

  There was hope yet.

  “But I get to cowboy up next.”

  “Not tonight,” Rayne said softly, giving Trey a warning look. He shouldn’t push Gryff tonight.

  “No, not tonight,” Trey agreed, but sighed, looking a little disappointed. “When you’re ready, boss man.”

  “And if I’m never ready?”

  Rayne reached out blindly for Gryff’s hand and squeezed it. He intertwined their fingers together and raised them to his lips to kiss her knuckles, then he laid them on his chest.

  Trey must have been in the same mindset as her. Because neither answered him. Neither wanted to think that far in advance. Nor so negatively. Rayne believed Gryff would come around, would eventually openly accept his desires, it just might take a bit of time.

  Time all three of them had… unless Trey ended up in jail for a few months.

  Which could very well happen. She frowned.

  “No frowning, baby. I’ll accept whatever he decides.”

  Trey mistakenly thought her frown was due to Gryff’s question. She’d allow him to continue to believe that. There was no point in bringing up his charges at this moment. She wanted to enjoy being sandwiched between both of them. There was time enough to worry about legal issues during the day.

  Gryff rolled onto his side to face Trey. “I haven’t said yes. I haven’t said no.”

  “And you don’t need to right now,” Rayne assured him. “Can we change the subject?”

  “Yes, let’s. Why did you get the tattoo?” Trey asked him. “I’ve never seen anyone with such a big piece that only had one. Usually people start small.”

  Gryff hesitated so long, Rayne didn’t think he would ever answer. “I was young and stupid.”

  Trey shook his head, then propped his head in his hand. He now lazily stroked Rayne from her throat, around her breasts down to her pubis, and back up. “You didn’t get that when you were young and stupid.”

  When Rayne first saw it and asked, she didn’t think he got it when he was young, either. The piece was too big. Too expensive. And the work appeared to be quality.

  “No, I got it because I had been young and stupid.”

  Trey suddenly leaned in closer as if he didn’t want to miss that story. “Young? Stupid? There’s no way. I can’t picture you, the great Gryffin Ward, like that.”

  Gryff frowned at him. “It happe
ns.”

  “Sure. And sometimes you can be stupid when you’re not so young.”

  “You mean like you.”

  Rayne didn’t miss the flash of something—hurt, maybe—in Trey’s eyes.

  “Yes, like me,” Trey finally answered quietly. “I realize I don’t rate up there with you, Gryff. Not even close. Yes, I make money because I can throw a damn ball really well. But I’m not good enough for you. I’m an embarrassment, right? Remember when I said I’d be the spot on your spotless reputation?”

  Rayne laid quietly, her heart squeezing for Trey, for the hurt in his voice. He truly believed that Gryff wasn’t accepting him, not only because Trey was a man, but one with baggage.

  Rayne wanted to question Gryff about it. But not now. It was best to let whatever would play out between them to do just that without her interference. At least they were past the point of Gryff wanting to beat Trey’s ass. Trey wanted Gryff to accept him as an equal. As a lover.

  And Gryff still struggled with it.

  “It wasn’t always spotless, Trey,” Gryff admitted softly.

  Chapter 9

  Rayne looked at Gryff in surprise, but he avoided her eyes, dropping flat on his back again to stare up at the ceiling.

  He didn’t want to talk about this. Not with Rayne. Not with Trey. Not with Grae. Not with anyone.

  He couldn’t ignore his past, but he worked hard to get where he was. To be as successful as he was.

  There was nothing wrong with being young and stupid. To a point. But he’d bypassed that point and had made some dangerous, possibly life-changing choices.

  He didn’t necessarily want to forget about them. Hence the tattoo. But he didn’t want to flay himself open for others to judge him.

  Though, he had judged Trey.

  More than once.

  Fuck.

  Grae was right when he said Gryff had no right to judge.

  “I’m sorry.”

  Trey reached over Rayne and curled his fingers around Gryff’s bicep. “For what?”

  “For unfairly judging you. I have no right.”

  Rayne rolled on her side to press against him and Trey spooned her back. She ran her fingertips across Gryff’s furrowed brow, trying to smooth it out.

  The three of them were not in any type of relationship, conventional or otherwise. He did not need to spill his guts to them. They did not need to know about his deepest, darkest secrets.

  They did not.

  But for some reason, he wanted to tell them, to get it off his chest. Hell, to get the dragon off his shoulders. For them to understand where he came from, why he was the way he was.

  He couldn’t explain why he needed to relieve his burden. He just did.

  Maybe it was the intimacy they currently shared. Maybe it was the pull he felt tonight once they all bared themselves to each other. Physically and emotionally.

  No matter what, something pulled at him and it wasn’t just sexual. It wasn’t just the physical release.

  He turned his head and studied the two of them, who, in turn, quietly studied him.

  His chest tightened, and he suddenly got very, very scared.

  What the fuck was happening to his life? How did he end up in bed with not only one of his employees but a man, and one who was a client as well?

  He blinked.

  “Don’t you dare pull away from us now,” Rayne said, her eyes getting sad. “Boss… Gryff. Please. Don’t shut us out.”

  He closed his eyes, sucking air through his nostrils. His heart suddenly raced, and he was spinning out of control.

  He couldn’t be having a panic attack. He was stronger than that.

  His lungs felt like they were collapsing and he couldn’t catch his breath. He desperately reached out for them…

  When their hands found him, when their warmth touched his skin, his chest started to rise and fall smoothly again. His vision cleared. His thoughts stopped spinning.

  He blinked, then whispered, “Jesus.”

  Rayne stroked a knuckle down his cheek. Trey squeezed his fingers. Neither said a word. He couldn’t look at them, couldn’t see the concern in their eyes. He needed to get out the words before he couldn’t.

  “I came from a great home. Loving, successful parents. My siblings... I had everything. My stars were aligned. All I had to do was graduate, and I was guaranteed a spot at a good college on my parents’ dime. I didn’t need a scholarship to help me get an education. It waited for me.”

  “I worshipped my brother. I doted on my sisters. But I got careless. Life became boring, predictable. No challenge. My brother had football, but unlike him, I didn’t want to play sports. I didn’t want to do much of anything but hang out with my friends. Play video games. Party.”

  He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, remembering. “One type of party lead to another type. And then suddenly the crowd around you starts to change. People fall out, other people fall in. Maybe not the right people. Maybe not the friends who would’ve dragged you home before curfew, or who would’ve looked after you. No. Instead, it became people who encouraged you to party longer, harder. Fuck school. Fuck my parents. Fuck everything but chasing the high. Then, suddenly your life centers around finding that high until that thrill dulls. Then you search for the bigger thrill. For the ultimate high. I started chasing that elusive dragon.”

  “Gryff…” Rayne whispered.

  Gryff raised a hand to stop her words. He needed to get this all off his chest. “I chased that dragon until the dragon caught me. Dragged me down. Then I did something really stupid because my more than generous allowance was no longer enough to sustain me. I got caught. I thought my life was over, but I was lucky. I had parents who stood by me and could afford a great attorney. I got a second chance. I took that opportunity and ran with it, never looking back.”

  If his father hadn’t gotten him a good defense attorney, he would have been convicted and thrown into the system. If he had been thrown into the system, he might not have ever escaped and never made anything of himself. Because of that, he decided to help others out, try to keep the innocent, or the people who made a stupid mistake, out of the endless cycle of the system. Give them their second chance like he was lucky enough to get. He was forever grateful for that attorney.

  “I don’t chase the dragon anymore. I’ve slayed the bastard. I carry him on my shoulders as proof and as a reminder. This is why I’m hard on myself.” He rolled onto his side and faced both of them. “This is why I’m hard on you, Trey.”

  Trey had his chin leaning on Rayne’s arm and his thigh draped over hers as he listened. When Gryff met his eyes, Trey snaked his arm around his neck, pulling him closer to give him a quick kiss on the lips, then released him.

  “I want to be that defense attorney who gives you your second chance. You have a gift. Don’t blow it.”

  “That’s why I need you two.”

  Gryff shook his head. “We’ll get you out of this. Then it’s up to you to continue down the right path, to stay out of jail, to stop the bar fights, to stop the locker room brawls, the back-alley hookups. If you want to be with me, with us, you need to keep your shit together. I won’t be able to sit back and watch you crash and burn. I won’t watch it. Remember that.”

  “Got it, boss man. I want to keep you two at my back and I want to keep you two in my bed. I promise to keep my shit together.”

  “And I promise to try to be more flexible when it comes to the three of us being together.”

  “You mean, when we’re doing the nasty? When we’re knockin’ boots? Rocking the boat? When we’re—”

  Gryff punched him in the arm.

  “Ow,” Trey complained, rubbing his arm, but shot Gryff a big grin and then laughed.

  Rayne shook her head. “You two.” She pinned Gryff with her gaze. “Thanks for sharing, Boss.”

  “No,” Gryff murmured, the weight on his chest a little lighter. “Thanks for letting us share you.”

  Chapter 10

&n
bsp; From her home to his in a blink. The nights flew by. The days dragged.

  Gryff hadn’t stayed late at the office in the past two weeks.

  Not once.

  Neither had Rayne.

  The daylight was for others. The nighttime was for them. Only them.

  Rayne had been having discussions on a daily basis with Grant Lane, the associate Gryff appointed to “head” Trey’s case.

  Grant was very good. But not Gryff good. And certainly not even close to Rayne.

  But she had countless meetings in the office with Grant. Assisting him with the District Attorney, gathering facts, searching for witnesses. Anything to get Trey’s charges dropped. They had even deployed the firm’s private investigator, Elliott, who happened to be one of the best in his profession.

  Gryff only wanted the best for his firm. That’s why he was on top. He didn’t slack and none of his people did, either. He had no room or patience for dead weight.

  Gryff wasn’t billing Trey for all the hours Eli was putting in, though he didn’t tell Trey that.

  They needed to avoid a trial. If the DA didn’t agree to dismiss the charges, then the next step would be to make a deal. Trey balked at that option. Grae also had weighed in on that route. He didn’t want a deal either. He wanted Trey completely cleared of any charges.

  But, no matter what, they needed to keep Trey out of the clutches of Judge Thompkins.

  In the last two weeks, the three of them had gone nowhere together in public. Trey was too recognizable and the media sometimes lurked. Especially the gossip rags.

  They avoided his apartment, with most nights ending up at Rayne’s or Gryff’s. Trey had even rented a plain Jane Honda to travel to and from either place. He’d wear an old, ratty baseball cap, sunglasses, and sometimes a hoodie to avoid attention.

  But, even so, there hadn’t been one night that the three of them had not been together.

  Gryff wasn’t stupid. He knew Trey was “grooming” him to become his lover in all ways.

  As fun as the last two weeks had been, the late nights had taken a toll on him and Rayne. They’d arrive at work in the morning exhausted, sucking down cup after cup of coffee. They couldn’t keep going like this.