Tying One On

by Wendi Zwaduk

  Trista swatted his thigh then dug her nails into his leg. She closed her eyes.

  “Yes, honey.” Ronan clasped her hand on Steve’s leg. “Let us in.”

  Steve trailed his mouth over her cheek and down her neck. Each time she moaned, he fell a little harder for her. She responded so well for them. He slipped his palm between her legs and massaged her heat. Even through the jeans he felt her desire for them.

  Ronan tipped her chin, switching her attention to him. “Do you want us?”

  “I do.” The words came out breathy and curled around Steve’s brain. He could hear her talk that way forever.

  Steve flicked his tongue over her neck. Her pulse fluttered. As Ronan kissed her, Steve smoothed one hand over her belly. “Are you willing to give yourself over to the both of us for the night?”

  Trista sagged against Steve. “I am.”

  The best thing he’d ever heard. Steve moved her shirt and caressed her lower belly.

  “Come here.” Instead of giving her the chance to do as he’d commanded, Steve dragged her onto his lap. Breaking up with her hadn’t been his smartest move, but he’d learned about himself—he liked men and women. He smoothed his fingers over her silky skin. Her moans turned his senses inside out.

  “Are you sure we should be doing this out here?” she puffed. Trista wound one arm around Ronan’s neck and used the other hand to grip Steve’s shirt. “Someone could see us.”

  “Who?” Steve yanked her blouse up over her head then tossed the garment out of sight. “We own fifty acres in each direction. If someone can see us, they’re trespassing.” He took in the view of her lace-covered breasts. “But honestly, right now I don’t care.” He leaned forward and buried his face in her chest.

  “Damn,” Ronan said. “So fucking pretty.”

  Trista whimpered and ground her jean-clad pussy on Steve’s thigh. Her eyes closed and her lips parted just a bit. “This isn’t fair.” Her head lolled on her shoulders. “Not fair.”

  “How?” Steve bit her nipple through the delicate fabric of the bra.

  “Because…” She threaded her fingers into Steve’s hair. “Whoa.”

  Her bra strap slipped off her shoulder.

  Ronan grinned from behind her. “Oops. You didn’t need a bra anyway.”

  The garment fell away from her upper body, baring her to them.

  “Better.” He reached around her and cupped her breasts.

  Steve feasted on her mouth, basking in her sweetness.

  “Up.” Ronan patted her thigh then swatted Steve’s knee.

  Trista blinked her eyes open. With her gaze fixed on Steve, she staggered off his lap.

  “That’s a good girl.” Ronan smoothed her hair off her face then held her in his arms. “Undress her.”

  Steve scooted forward on the bench seat and unfastened the button on her jeans. He kissed her belly as he tugged the zipper down. She opened and closed her hands.

  “Unsure of who to touch?” Steven hooked his fingers into the waistband of both her jeans and panties. He tugged the tight fabric from her body. “You shaved.” He looked up into her eyes. “I like you bare.” He didn’t let her kick out of her boots, just kept her pants tangled around her ankles.

  Ronan released his grasp on her and backed away from them. “God, that’s a nice ass.” He nodded to Steve. The silent signal meant they’d finally get what they wanted—a hot time with Trista.

  “I want you to suck his cock while I fuck you.” Ronan shrugged out of his shirt. “Been thinking about this for a long time.”

  Trista glanced over her shoulder then crouched in front of Steve.

  “No, baby.” Ronan bent her over at the waist. “I want you like this. You’ll enjoy it so much more.”

  “Yeah,” Trista replied in a breathy voice. She worked open the catch on Steve’s jeans. When she freed his dick from the denim and cotton of his boxers, she licked her lips. She opened her mouth then sucked his cock. She flicked her tongue over the crown of his erection then swallowed him to the back of her throat.

  For a moment, Steve forgot about the rest of the world. Even Ronan didn’t exist for a heartbeat. Only Trista. Fever spread over his skin. The scent of the wildflowers and her perfume wrapped around him. The memory of her kiss lingered on his tongue. His dick throbbed and his balls sizzled.

  “Tastes cummy,” Trista said with a giggle. She smiled then resumed bobbing her head on his cock.

  Behind her, Ronan pulled a condom packet from his pants. At least one of them had come prepared. Steve met his lover’s gaze as Ronan tore the corner of the foil wrapper. The warmth in his body exploded. Knowing he had Ronan’s love made the experience that much better. He couldn’t see everything Ronan did, but the snap of latex clued him in. The condom. Steve shivered. Soon, they’d be one.

  “Can’t let this sweet pussy go to waste.” Ronan crouched behind her.

  Steve couldn’t see anything but the top of Ronan’s head, but he didn’t care. He knew what his boyfriend was up to. Each time Ronan licked Trista’s pussy, she increased her suction on Steve’s prick.

  From his head to his toes, Steve’s senses came alive. Not just because he had a gorgeous woman licking his cock or that his lover was about to fuck the woman they craved, but because they were there together. Making love to both Trista and Ronan was the second chance he needed.

  “You’re sopping wet for me.” Ronan stood. Fires lit in his eyes. He mouthed the words, “I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” Steve replied without sound. His heart overflowed with emotions for his lover. Passion grew for Trista. The old feelings hadn’t died when he and Trista split…but now they were better.

  Ronan pushed into her cunt. In perfect rhythm, Trista rocked forward and took Steve to the back of her throat.

  Steve cradled her head in his hands. He moved her hair from her face. “Such a pretty girl.”

  Within moments, she had him right on the brink.

  “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” Steve panted. His nerve endings prickled. He tapped his foot. He’d never be able to hold back the orgasm—not with her flicking the tip of his tool with her tongue.

  The muscle in Ronan’s jaw tightened. “God, you’re tight and gripping me.” He dug his fingers into her hips. “I don’t want to stop.” He met Steve’s gaze. “You’re ready?”

  “Yeah.” Steve braced both feet on the ground and pumped his body. Their collective rhythm increased. “I’m so close.”

  Trista nodded but didn’t relinquish his shaft.

  “Fuck.” Ronan shook his head. A bead of sweat slipped down his temple. “Come for me. Fucking hell, come for me.”

  Trista tensed around Steve then buried her nose in the hairs at the base of his cock. He couldn’t hold back if he tried. His cum jetted down her throat and his body sagged against the wooden bench. He couldn’t think…just breathe and exist.

  Steve let go of her hair. He reclined on the picnic table. The twinkle lights glittered above their heads. The purple ink of night had settled around them while they’d played.

  “Damn.” Ronan held onto Trista as she released her suction. “I’ve got you.” He helped her back onto Steve’s lap. “That was fucking awesome.”

  Steve nodded. He cradled her to his chest while Ronan hiked his pants back into place. “Why don’t you take her horse and I’ll put Trista on Titan with me?”

  “True.” Ronan wriggled back into his shirt. “I don’t think her legs could hold her up right now.”

  “I’m right here and I can hear you both.” Trista flattened her palm on Steve’s chest. “But I like when you take care of me.” Her lazy smile warmed his heart. “I also liked playing with the both of you.”

  “You don’t think it’s going to end any time soon? We’ve got all night,” Ronan said. “I can’t speak for Steve, but I plan to use every moment.”

  “Speaking of every moment, we should head back. The mosquitoes are biting and I’m not wearing a whole lot,” Trista whispered.
r />   “Good point.” Steve removed his shirt then tugged the oversized garment over her head. “That’ll keep some of them off of you.” He helped her to her feet. “You can ride side saddle back to the house.”

  “Or slip on behind you.” She hefted her pants and underwear up over her hips. “I’m worn out a little but I’m not dead.”

  “Very true.” Steve exchanged a glance with Ronan.

  She definitely wasn’t dead, but she was in their arms for the night. They’d make the evening last then figure out how to keep her in their lives forever.

  Chapter Three

  On the way back to the barn, Trista snuggled tight to Steve’s back. The rhythm of the horses’ hooves on the packed dirt lulled her. She appreciated Steve and Ronan’s kindness. She wasn’t sure her wobbly legs could’ve supported her long enough to get her onto Melody’s saddle. She pressed her cheek against Steve’s shoulder blade. The strength in his body reassured her, but still something wasn’t right.

  The boys liked her because she didn’t intrude on their sexual relationship—or at least she hadn’t until now. When she’d introduced Steve and Ronan, she swore she wouldn’t put her heart on the line or play the jealous role. She’d be the best friend they needed. The whole time she’d been lying to herself. The romantic relationships with each of them weren’t going to happen, but her heart was very much involved. She’d never fallen out of love with either of them—Steve or Ronan.

  Tears pricked behind her eyes. They wanted to make her their third, but for how long? She wanted longer than a simple night, but who the hell was she to want something she couldn’t have? They were the match made in heaven. She only served as the interloper.

  She cleared her throat to keep the tears at bay. They wanted her as a friend and, damn it, she’d be the best friend she could be. She’d also cherish this evening for the rest of her life.

  Trista didn’t say much as Ronan and Steve bedded the horses down. She should’ve helped. When she tried to jump in and remove the saddles, one of the boys would nudge her out of the way. If they wanted to do all the work, then fine. She’d let them.

  She plopped onto a bale of straw and rested her head in her hands. She’d been doing too much over-thinking and worrying. Their time together was about having fun and making memories.

  “There you are.” Steve sat beside her. “We couldn’t have worn you out that much.” He nudged her, bumping shoulders. “Did we?”

  He’d always been the more sensitive of the pair. She smiled and forced herself to tamp down the sadness growing in her gut. “Nope. I’m good.”

  “I don’t believe you.” He held her tight. “But the second part will make you happy.”

  “Second part?” She liked that they hadn’t forgotten their plan.

  “Sure,” Ronan replied. “You didn’t think we’d fuck and run? We’ve got the whole night.”

  “I believe we do,” she said.

  “Up.” Ronan offered his hand. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m starving. Let’s get some chow.” He strode ahead of them and left the barn before Trista and Steve reached the main aisle.

  “Chow it is.” Steve shrugged. He clasped her hand and walked beside her to the doors. “Give me a moment to lock this. The coyotes are bad this time of year. I hear they got a foal at the Sauters’ place.” He frowned. “I don’t want to do the critters harm, but the horses aren’t dinner.” He twisted the key in the lock then rattled the door. “Perfect.” He offered his arm. “Ready?”

  “As I’ll ever be.” She fell into step beside him. The house wasn’t far from the barn, but in the moonlight the buildings seemed miles away. Her thoughts got the best of her. “I know we’re all still friends, but what changed?”

  “What do you mean?” Steve stopped in the clearing, the moonlight illuminating their faces. “About the sex?”

  “That and including me. You and I had a decent break-up—if you can call any break-up decent—but there were some seriously hurt feelings between me and Ronan. I don’t want to jeopardize what you two have because you feel sorry for me.” Her voice caught and she stared at the ground. “I’d better go.”

  “Not a chance.” Steve cupped her face in both hands, forcing her to look into his eyes. “Tonight is a special night. We didn’t ask you here out of pity or because we wanted to dick around with a woman. You’re our best friend. If there’s any pussy we want, it’s yours.”

  That statement made her feel so much better. She sighed. “Steve.”

  “Ever since Ronan and I got engaged, he’s been freer. He’s open to more and definitely not as tense. I don’t know what changed but I’m not complaining.” Steve rested his forehead on hers and encircled her in his arms. “We’ve talked about bringing you into our bed for a while. I brought the idea up.” He chuckled. “Guess I never quite got over you.”

  “I didn’t get over you, either.” She smoothed her palms up his muscular chest. “Being friends has been murder.”

  “On all three of us.” He paused and drummed his fingers on her lower back. “I dropped the suggestion of you before Ronan popped the question. I figured there wasn’t any sense in asking for something he couldn’t give. Then he changed his mind. Like I said, I don’t understand all of what’s going on, but I’m also not questioning it. He’s the man in my heart. You’re our best friend. It’s not a bad pairing.”

  “Nope.” Not yet.

  “We said we wanted all night with you. Give him that time. He may tell you what the deal is and he may not. At least be open if the chance comes along.”

  “That I can do.”

  Ronan stood in the shadows of the kitchen and watched his lover and his friend in the yard. If he’d been a jealous man, he’d have worried about them lingering so long. He knew his boyfriend too well. Steve liked men and women, but his heart belonged to Ronan. But when they embraced too long, his heart broke a little. Steve and Trista’s connection was still strong. He felt that connection deep in his gut. She said she’d moved on, but none of the men she dated made her happy—especially Chad.

  Ronan groaned. He hated thinking about her lousy ex. She deserved better.

  Memories of his own romantic relationship with Trista filled his head. He’d lied to her and said he didn’t know what he wanted. What a crock of shit. He knew all along what he needed—two people to share his bed. Most women didn’t want to share and most guys only wanted to share for a night or two. Those who might have accepted his proposition would’ve told him to pick one person in the end.

  Not Trista—or rather, he’d never given her the chance to say yes or no. He’d given up in order to spare her feelings. At the time he’d told himself he was doing the right thing. Yet another farce. He’d been protecting himself. Don’t let anyone too close so no one gets hurt.

  He’d dealt Trista the harshest blow of all by leaving her.

  Then he’d met Steve. Trista said they’d be great together. She wasn’t wrong. He and Steve connected right away and he convinced himself just one person would be enough in his heart and his life.

  But Trista and Steve had broken off their romantic relationship in an amicable way—probably the same way she would’ve treated Ronan.

  He never did understand how she remained friends with the both of them. She should’ve hated their guts.

  Ronan scrubbed his hand over his forehead. He’d been crazy to leave her. He’d be even crazier to dump Steve. Steve swore the three of them could be the best he’d ever had. Their love could last…but for how long? She had to love both of them first.

  He walked away from the window and headed into the darkness of the living room. He’d never been the one to over-think. Make the decision, plow ahead and eyes on the prize. What the hell was the prize in all of this? A hot night to remember?

  The back door clicked then creaked. Two sets of footsteps thunked on the wood floor. Ronan sighed. He wouldn’t have to think for a while. For the rest of the night he’d be in the arms of the two people he cared about,
the people he trusted.

  Love would happen later.

  “There’s our guy.” Steve tugged the tiny pull on the lamp. The running horses on the base of the light fixture glowed, filling the room with soft yellow light. “Thought maybe we’d get a shower. Rinse the day away and start fresh.”

  Trista hung back in the doorway. She gripped the wooden frame. “At least get the smell of horses and sex off our bodies.”

  Ronan nodded. “Sounds great.” He left his perch on the couch and strode past Steve and Trista. Keep the calm exterior. Don’t let them see him crack or worry. He took a deep breath then let it flow out of him. “I meant to show you the new showerhead I installed. You’re going to love it.”

  “So that’s what you were doing this morning.” Steve snuggled up behind Ronan, stopping him in the hallway. “You made it rain, didn’t you?”

  “I did.” Ronan beamed. He enjoyed treating Steve from time to time and installing the expensive showerhead from the ceiling, made to rain down on the user, fit the bill. He walked his lover into the master bedroom. “I want to see you strip. Both of you.”

  He folded his arms and watched the show.

  Trista stepped behind Steve. She grinned over his shoulder and reached around his body. She kissed his bicep. While she kept her gaze on Ronan, she popped the button on Steve’s jeans. At the same time, Steve rubbed his palms over his bare chest. He closed his eyes and groaned.

  “Take off his pants,” Ronan coaxed. “Show me everything.” He wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans legs. The two people he craved were performing for his enjoyment—what could be better.

  Trista nodded. She whipped Steve’s shirt over her head. Her breasts jiggled and her hair fell in tousled hanks about her face. She sashayed past Steve and when she grabbed the front of his pants, she yanked.

  Steve’s nipples beaded and the muscles in his chest tightened. His cock twitched. He kicked out of his boots, socks and jeans, leaving him totally bare.

  “Yeah, baby.” Ronan stepped forward.

  He wrapped his fingers around the back of Steve’s neck and kissed his lover. The feel of his hard body turned him on. While he kissed Steve, he reached for Trista. She dug her nails into his forearm and nuzzled his shoulder.