A Daring Desire (Dare Menage Series Book 4)

by Jeanne St. James

  He was tight. Trey was a snug fit and his muscles squeezed him. Trey cursed and shifted, then released a low moan.

  Finally, when Gryff was fully seated within the man, he breathed. Trey breathed.

  “You okay?” Gryff asked him.

  “Yes. Good. I’m good.”

  Good wasn’t the word for how it felt to be inside Trey. A calmness overcame him, like it felt right. This was where he belonged. Not only with Rayne, but with Trey. They were pieces of a puzzle that just simply fit.

  Then Trey shifted again and the urge to thrust swelled, so he did. He moved within the man beneath him and as his hips pushed, so did Trey’s, making Rayne squirm and cry out. Gryff dug his fingers into Trey’s glutes, holding on while he moved, while Trey controlled the pace. Tentatively at first, then faster, harder.

  “Are you okay?” Gryff heard Trey ask Rayne. That’s when he realized she was bearing the weight of the two of them. He dropped his hands to the bed to hold himself up, to relieve Trey and Rayne of his bulky weight. That gave Trey leeway to move freer, which drove Gryff to the edge of madness.

  “Aw, Christ,” he groaned, knowing it would take only a few moments before he’d lose it. He’d never fucked anyone so tight before. With a grimace, he tried to keep himself under control, tried to make it last just a little bit longer. He wanted them all to come together.

  But, he didn’t think it was possible. He was at his breaking point. When Trey slammed against him once, twice... the third time, Trey cried out that he was coming. Gryff wanted to thank any deity listening.

  He tried to say Rayne’s name, but it came out strangled.

  “Baby, tell him you’re coming. He needs to hear it.”

  “Gryff,” was all she cried out before his vision blurred, his mind spun, his balls drew tight, and he grunted as he came hard. Then came some more, especially when Trey reached around and squeezed his sac, milking every last drop from him. His dick throbbed and Trey’s canal hugged him even tighter.

  The only sound for a few moments was heavy breathing, and a long satisfied sigh from Rayne who was trapped under Trey’s collapsed body, though it didn’t look like she minded.

  A smile curled Gryff’s lips as their eyes met over Trey’s shoulder and she smiled back. Then he leaned over and kissed her thoroughly, sweeping his tongue over her lips and into her mouth. When he pulled away slightly, she brushed a bead of sweat off his forehead.

  “That was crazy,” she whispered.

  “I was never into trains as a kid. Now, I appreciate them,” Gryff mumbled. “Are you being crushed?”

  “A little.”

  Gryff hooked an arm around Trey’s waist and twisted the both of them up and off of her, onto their sides, but still keeping them locked together. He didn’t rush to take his arm away. In fact, he tightened it around the man, bringing him closer.

  “Better?” he asked her.

  “I don’t mind the weight of one of you. Both is a bit much.”

  “I didn’t know you liked to spoon, boss man.” Trey ran his fingers along the arm that kept him tight against Gryff.

  Gryff shifted his hips slightly to remind Trey whose dick was in whose ass. “Do you want me to let you go?”

  “No, but I’d rather snuggle after we all clean up. Should we draw straws to see who gets the middle?”

  Chapter 12

  Rayne, curled up on her side, had her bare back tucked against Trey, who had an arm wrapped around her, while Gryff sandwiched his long body against Trey’s equally long one. Three peas in a pod, Gryff thought.

  Rayne’s breath sounded soft and steady as she slept. Trey had snored softly for a little while, too. But now both men were awake, Gryff wasn’t sure if he even slept for a minute.

  His mind had been too busy reliving the previous night. Which was why his morning wood was practically jammed in between Trey’s ass cheeks.

  “If you wiggle one more time, you might get this without any lube. Take that as your only warning.”

  Trey’s body vibrated as he chuckled softly, trying not to wake Rayne. At least one of them slept well.

  He thought about what Trey said last night. “Has it really been since the coach?”

  Trey sighed and carefully shifted onto his back to look up at Gryff. “You mean being topped?”

  “You know what I mean.”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  Trey raised an eyebrow at him before tucking a pillow under his head so he could see Gryff more eye to eye. He lifted a shoulder. “It just worked out that way. I prefer to be the top.”

  “But you allowed me—”

  “Yes. I knew you wouldn’t allow it to be the other way around... at least for the first time.”

  “Possibly every time.”

  Trey smirked. “We’ll see.”

  Gryff narrowed his eyes and smiled. “Yes, we will.”

  Trey lifted his head and pressed their lips together lightly.

  “That’s it? That’s all I get after that great ass reaming I gave you last night?”

  Trey laughed. “If we start making out, Rayne will wake up and this will turn into a full-fledged fuck session. I’m not sure if my ass can take it so soon this morning.”

  “Wow. What a wimp.”

  “Right. We’ll see what a man you are after I fuck you in the ass.”

  Gryff bit his lip to keep from laughing, then sobered. “I need to ask you something.”

  “What, boss man?”

  “This coach... Did he force you?”

  “No. I was willing.”

  Gryff shook his head. “You were a kid.”

  Trey shrugged as if it was no big deal. “I gave him something he wanted, needed, and, in return, he gave me what I needed. He gave me a future. He’s the only person who ever showed me any kind of attention or affection. He made me feel good, Gryff.”

  “You were a kid,” Gryff repeated, slower and angrier this time. “You shouldn’t have been making those decisions. Is your mother still alive?”

  “No.”

  “Good. Because I might kill her if she was.”

  “The alcohol took care of it for you.”

  “What was the name of the coach.” Gryff didn’t ask, he demanded.

  Trey pushed himself up to sit. “No. No, you’re not going to do something stupid.”

  “I didn’t say I was.”

  “Bullshit. And don’t sic your P.I. on him either.”

  Gryff kept his mouth shut. The urge to find this coach who may have taken advantage of other teenage boys besides Trey washed over him like a rogue wave.

  “Gryff, don’t even think about it. He’s long retired, and he may not even be alive anymore.”

  “Good.”

  “If it wasn’t for him, Gryff, I’d never have gotten into football. I might have ended up a drunk like my mother. He got me on a good, successful path. I appreciate what he did.”

  “Fuck. It’s still not right.”

  “Maybe not.”

  “No maybes about it.”

  Trey sighed. “Okay. I’m not going to argue about it. But let me just say this… I’m touched that you care.”

  Gryff blinked. He did care. He felt bad that a teenage boy would have to resort to sleeping with an adult male to deal with surviving. And that teenage boy was Trey. And Trey was… his.

  His.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  “You okay?”

  No. “Yes. Fine.”

  “You sure? Because you looked a little panicked there for a moment.”

  Gryff flopped onto his back and covered his eyes with his hand. Trey rolled onto his side and pressed against him.

  “Uh, you sure you’re okay?”

  “Trey…” Gryff whispered.

  “Yeah, boss man?”

  “I, uh—”

  “Gryff!” a female voice yelled from downstairs.

  Oh shit.

  He jackknifed up and scrambled out of bed quickl
y, grabbing the closest pair of jeans he could find. He gave up trying to pull them on when they wouldn’t budge past his thighs.

  “Shit. These are yours,” he growled at Trey. “Where the fuck are my pants?”

  “Gryff! Where are you?”

  The whirlwind that was his youngest sister, Gia, was getting closer, causing Gryff’s heart to rap like a beat-boxer. He shot a look toward the bed and the two people who just stared at him. One wearing an amused smile, the other, who blinked at him with sleepy eyes, not so much.

  “Will you two move?” he asked in panic, giving up the search for his pants and pulling on a pair of long shorts he grabbed from one of his drawers instead.

  “Gryff?”

  He threw the wrinkled sheet over Trey and Rayne just as his bedroom door burst open and Gia stood frozen in the doorway. One second with a shocked look on her face, the next her eyes narrowed, her expression curious. “Um… Am I in the wrong house? I swear I drove to my brother Gryff’s house and not my big brother Grae’s.”

  She tilted her head and pinned Trey with a stare. Her mouth made a quick O before whispering, “Damn. You look familiar. And I know it’s not because you’ve been naked in my bed.” She shook her head and pouted. “What a shame.”

  “Gia,” Gryff warned.

  “So, um…” She waved a hand toward the bed, stepping closer. “You want to explain this?”

  “No.”

  “Hi,” Gia said to Rayne. “Wait. She looks familiar, too. Doesn’t she work for you?”

  “Gia,” Gryff growled, grabbing his sister by the upper arm and pushing her toward the door.

  She yanked her arm out of his grasp and moved closer to Rayne, her dark eyes wide as she tapped her finger against her bottom lip. “Yeah. I’ve seen you before. What’s your name?”

  Rayne slipped a bare arm from under the sheet and held out a hand to Gia. “Rayne Jordan.”

  Gia accepted it, giving it a firm shake. “Rayne. That’s different. I’d ask if you and my brother are tight, but I can figure that out on my own.” She smiled and tapped her temple. “I’m smart like that.”

  “Gia, do you mind? This is my bedroom,” he growled, his patience dropping from zero to sub-zero.

  “No shit. I see the bed. I see these two people in your bed. Oh wait.” She pinned her gaze on Trey. “I know who you are. Trey Holloway. You’re on my brother’s team.”

  “Gia, why don’t you go downstairs and wait for me?”

  “Oh, no. Nuh-uh. Nuh-nuh-uh. I’m fine right where I’m at.” She waved a hand toward the bed again. “Does this shit run in the family? Did Mom and Dad have another man in their bed that I didn’t know about? Am I going to end up as the filling in a two-man sandwich?”

  “Would you like to be?” Trey asked. Gryff shot him a frown. The man was finding this all amusing. Gryff was not.

  “I don’t know. I mean I have an open mind and all. I might give it a go.”

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Gryff groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. Then he gave his sister a scowl and an order. “Get out, Gia. Go downstairs. Now.”

  But instead, she gasped and circled Gryff, her eyes wide. “What is that on your back and shoulders?” When she finished circling him, she stopped, hands on her hips and looked up at him. “Who are you? And what did you do with Gryffin Ward, my stuffy-assed brother?”

  He pointed a finger toward the door. “Get out, Gia. Get out now. I’m serious.”

  She bounced on her toes as if deciding what to do and then pouted. “You suck.” With that she flounced out the door, slamming it behind her.

  “I like her,” Trey said, chuckling. “She’s got spunk.”

  Gryff pinned him with a stare. “Don’t get any ideas,” he warned.

  Trey raised his hands up in surrender, the sheet falling low on his hips. “No problem, boss man.”

  Gryff grimaced. He had let Trey call him that, but he wasn’t so sure he liked it. Especially now that he was super cranky. When Rayne called him Boss, it turned him on, but Trey said it more like a smart ass. At least he wasn’t calling Gryff “baby” like he did Rayne.

  “That reminds me, we need to discuss your nickname for me. But right now, I need to get rid of my sister.”

  “When you return, could you bring up breakfast?” Trey asked, his eyes crinkled in amusement, his lips twitching.

  “I can make breakfast while you deal with Gia,” Rayne announced, shoving the sheet off and climbing out of bed.

  Gryff lost his train of thought and his breath for a moment as she walked over to his dresser and pulled open drawers, searching for something.

  “I just need one of your T-shirts or something.”

  “Didn’t you bring a change of clothes?” he asked.

  “Yes, but I don’t want to get dressed just yet. However, I don’t want to make breakfast while naked either.”

  Gryff sighed. “Yes, thank you for that. My sister is already going to be running her mouth to the rest of the family. I don’t need her taking photos of you naked in my kitchen as proof and posting it on her social media.” He pressed past her, dug through the drawer she just opened and handed her a worn T he normally wore to workout.

  She slipped it over her head, releasing her long, mussed hair from the neck of the shirt and dragged her fingers through it. It didn’t look any different when she was done. Her lips still appeared a little swollen from last night, her eyes soft, and her face relaxed. Even in his oversized T-shirt, she flipped his switch. His cock agreed.

  He groaned in misery because he did not want to deal with his sister while sporting an erection. And if he watched Rayne putting around his kitchen frying up bacon, knowing she wasn’t wearing any panties under the T, he may very well end up doing that.

  “You don’t have to make breakfast. I can have something delivered.”

  She frowned. “No. I can do it. Breakfast is easy. Eggs, bacon, toast. Coffee. See? Simple. You have all that in your fridge, right?”

  Ah, Christ. “Yes.”

  “That settles it. Wanna help?” she asked Trey over her shoulder.

  “Should I wear one of his T-shirts without any underwear, too?” he joked.

  “Yes, please,” Rayne said with a laugh at the same time Gryff shouted, “No!”

  “I still want to wear one of his T-shirts, though. It’ll be like wearing a Gryff hug all morning,” Trey announced.

  “Both of you put on a pair of shorts, too,” Gryff said, rushing out of the bedroom door before he had a damn heart attack. “Or at least underwear, please.”

  “Is that an order?” Trey asked.

  “Yes,” he yelled back towards the bedroom.

  “He’s no fun,” was the last thing he heard before jogging down the stairs to deal with his pain-in-the-ass sister.

  Rayne glanced around the table. All three of them wore one of Gryff’s T-shirts in various colors. The only odd person out was Gryff’s sister, Gia, who had insisted on staying for breakfast, and now her mouth was running a mile a minute.

  At least she had helped Rayne with breakfast. As did Trey. Gryff just spent that time trying to hold on to his patience.

  His sister was a firecracker for sure. Wicked smart but a bit flighty for her age. Gorgeous, though, and a lot taller than Rayne. Their parents had given their offspring a great combination of genes. No doubt.

  She had lost track of what the younger woman was talking about. Trey seemed to be the only one paying attention anymore. Gryff just stared at Rayne from across the table. Which was kind of disturbing on one hand, flattering on the other.

  She wondered if he was imagining the same thing she was… What it would be like to wake up every morning and enjoy breakfast together.

  Though, she thought Gryff would enjoy it a lot more if his sister hadn’t barged in.

  She peeked at Trey. His eyes would bounce from her, to Gryff, and then back to Gia to give her an encouraging smile before trying to get a word in every couple of minutes.

  The am
usement on Trey’s face was clear, though.

  Rayne realized Gia was blathering on about football, which surprised her. The woman sounded quite knowledgeable.

  However, she didn’t miss how many times Gia touched Trey while she talked. The next time she did it, Gryff cleared his throat loudly, drawing their attention. All heads spun his direction.

  Gia stopped talking mid-sentence, frowning at her brother. “Something wrong?”

  “Can you talk and not touch, please?”

  Her eyebrows lifted. “I don’t think Trey minds.” She glanced at Trey. “Right?”

  “I don’t mind,” Trey answered, smirking.

  Gryff sighed and pushed his plate away. “Well, I do, Gia. I mind. So, please do not touch him.”

  Her jaw dropped then snapped shut. “Jeez. You’re just like Grae!”

  “Yeah, I remember how handsy you were when you met Connor. Grae didn’t like it, either.”

  “How is it that my brothers attract hotter men than I do?”

  “It’s a gift,” Gryff said dryly.

  Rayne dropped her gaze to her empty plate and fought back the laughter that wanted to bubble up.

  “Let me just say, holiday meals will be interesting at Mom and Dad’s, that’s for sure. I mean you and Grae are making up for Gayle and me being single.”

  Rayne peeked at Gryff at Gia’s mention of holidays at their parents. She didn’t miss Trey’s pointed gaze directed at him either.

  “No one is talking about bringing anyone home to Mom and Dad. So, let’s drop it.”

  “So, this is just a fling?”

  Gryff’s face changed. Then his expression quickly became an unreadable mask. “Gia, we’re done discussing this.”

  “No boyfriend, Gia?” Rayne asked softly, trying to relieve the tension and change the subject.

  “No. Apparently, I’m doing it wrong.”

  “You’re young. You have plenty of time.”

  “You’re not much older than me,” Gia reminded her.

  That was true. But the other woman seemed a bit more immature than her. Not as established in her life and career as Rayne was.

  “Is there some secret website somewhere where you find these threesomes?”