Roll Against Trust
3d20 Book 1
Allyson Lindt
This book is a work of fiction.
While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2014 by Allyson Lindt
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Acelette Press
Blurb
Tasha’s not looking for love, but she doesn’t mind just looking... and maybe a little fantasizing. Her two best friends and weekend AD& D buddies, Seth and Ryan, are the perfect guest stars in her fantasies. When a late night gaming session with the three goes from silly to verbally scorching in an instant, Tasha wonders if her imagination is enough to keep her satisfied long term.
Then her ex’s money mismanagement catches up to her in the form of draining her bank account, her job is threatened by a mistake that points to Ryan, and Seth takes his side. If Tasha can’t move past her trust issues long enough to uncover the truth—both with herself and the men she’s falling for—she’ll wind up broken-hearted and just plain broke.
Other Books in this Series
Roll Against Regret (3d20 Book 2)
Roll Against Discovery (3d20 Book 3)
For my eternal dragon
Table of Contents
Blurb
Other Books in this Series
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Roll Against Regret Chapter One
Chapter One
“I’m not sharing a cramped inn room with two orcs, a halfling thief who keeps stealing my panties, and a sweaty paladin. He hasn’t taken off that armor in a freaking month.”
Ryan draped himself across the couch to lay his head in my lap. Brown eyes so dark they were almost black crinkled at the corners when he laughed up at me. “C’mon, Tash, join me in the bath. We’d save water at the same time, and that kind of conservationism should do something for your druid sensibilities, right?”
“My character’s name is Ardra,” I corrected him out of habit, not irritation. It had only taken me a couple of weeks of campaigning with him to realize he was just going to use my real name, regardless of whom I was role-playing as. I made a half-hearted attempt to push him upright. “And aren’t you supposed to be celibate?”
“Absolutely not. As of now, I serve a god of orgies and wine. Dionysus, maybe?”
Seth looked up from behind his dungeon master screen, eyebrows raised. “He’s not in our pantheon.” His mouth twisted in thought. “Then again, sure, why the hell not? Roll against your charisma.”
I laughed in disbelief. “I’m not taking a bath with him, water conservation or not.” Even as the protest passed my lips, my imagination crept in to taunt me. My druid character might prefer the plague over rubbing skin with his paladin, but I wouldn’t mind watching Ryan strip down. Or Seth, for that matter.
They were as different in personality as appearance. Ryan was one of the few guys I’d ever met taller than my five-eleven, and he was as thin as a blade. His short hair was the same shade as his almost-black eyes, and his deep voice always sent shivers down my spine.
Seth, on the other hand, was only an inch or so shorter than me. He kept his blond hair in a ponytail, his broad shoulders reflected how dedicated he was to his gym time, and his attention to detail was why we always let him run our Advanced Dungeons & Dragons campaigns.
The two of them lived together—Seth rented a room from Ryan. All three of us had become quick friends when I’d started working for the same company as them about two years earlier. I’d gotten over my crushes on both early in our friendship.
A decision made easier by the fact I’d married and divorced in my early twenties, and learned from the experience not to trust myself or my partner in a long-term relationship. I was that bad at reading myself and the people around me. But that didn’t mean I had a problem with looking. Or, on occasion, letting fantasy run rampant through my thoughts when I was alone and wanted more than just batteries to help the vibrator do its job.
Dice clattered against the table, and Seth let out a sharp, “Ha!” He looked at Ryan. “You’ve failed to seduce the fair maiden.”
“Not even possible.” Ryan sat up, frowning at the dice. “I want a re-roll.”
“Nope.” Seth shook his head. “No mulligans. Pick up a bar wench, or you’ll have to hit the sack alone tonight.”
If I squinted, I could make out the red letters on the microwave in the kitchen. Almost two a.m. This had become a ritual for the three of us at our weekly role-playing sessions. Even after everyone else threw in the towel and headed home, we’d stay up long into Saturday morning, waiting to see who would fold first and either fall asleep or call it quits. Tonight we’d been sillier than usual, so we’d be here a while longer. I was fine with that. I was enjoying the evening too much to be the person who tapped out.
“I’m not tired,” Ryan announced. “So, after my bath, I’m going for a walk in the woods.”
Seth looked up at me, pale eyes hauntingly captivating in the dimly lit living room. “Are you going with him, my lady?”
“Forget that. The bath is free. I’m rinsing off the grime.”
“Boring!” Ryan winked at me, no malice in his tone. He gestured to himself. “You could have had all this if you hadn’t waited.”
My gaze traveled over his lithe frame: the way his T-shirt hugged his torso, the jeans with as many tears as fabric. A throb nagged between my legs, accompanied by a brief flash of letting him strip me down and joining him in an actual bath. I nudged the daydream aside to save for later, trying to keep my expression neutral. “I’ll live. I’m sure.”
“All right, mister ‘bath time is boring now’.” Seth tapped his pencil against the table. “What are you doing in the forest that’s more interesting?”
Ryan shrugged. “I’m alone for the first time in a month. I’ve left all my mates in the inn room or bath. I’m jerking off.”
Heat flooded my skin thanks to the enticing mental image of freeing Ryan’s erection from his torn jeans and stroking his shaft, and I was grateful it was dark in the room.
Seth snorted with laughter. “Roll against your stealth.”
Ryan was so screwed. He hadn’t put any points into dexterity. Said there was no reason for finesse when he could kill anything with his massive sword.
“What? Why? I left my armor in the room,” Ryan protested.
“And you’re a klutz even without it. Roll.”
Ryan tossed the dice and groaned at the result. “Damn it.”
Seth shot me a look I couldn’t interpret, and scribbled some notes on the pad in front of him. “You find a nice, empty clearing in the forest, and start to beat one out. Our lovely druid, Ardra, is almost done with her bath when she hears a disconcerting noise outside. She grabs her dressing gown, and races to investigate.”
“I don’t get dressed first?”
Seth smirked. “No. And you don’t hide, or check for traps, or any
thing else. The only thing out there is the mighty paladin, Galahad.”
If there had been anyone else still around, or I hadn’t been silly tired and a little turned on, I might have argued that if I already knew who was out there, I wouldn’t need to go investigate. But giddiness, and the daydream-induced dampness between my legs, let boldness have its reign. “All right, I’ll go investigate.”
“You rush through the small patch of woods behind the inn, dressing gown threatening to tear free on the wild growth, and stumble to a stop at the edge of a small clearing, agape at what you see.”
I made a flash of decision and rushed forward with my response before I could talk myself out if it. If we were going to role-play this ridiculous scenario, and neither of them was going to balk, I wanted details. “Which is...?”
When Ryan met my gaze this time, something dangerous laced his teasing expression. “Just because I couldn’t have you in the bath doesn’t mean I’m not fantasizing about it. I’m leaning against a nearby tree, breeches around my ankles, and cock in my hand.”
I liked this. Dampness grew in my panties. “And I’m properly impressed. The paladin is well hung.”
“Roll against getting caught.” Seth’s command blended into the delicious tension in the room instead of destroying it.
My ability to move silently through the forest was higher than Ryan’s charisma. There was no way I was risking staying hidden in the shadows. I let my impulse continue to drive. “No need. I’m so shocked and compelled by what I see, I gasp and step into the clearing for a better look.”
A wicked smile tugged up the corner of Ryan’s mouth, and I swore he looked like a big bad wolf about to devour me. In the most delicious and ravenous way possible. “Your appearance catches me off guard, but I’ve never minded putting on a show. I slow down when I realize your gown has fallen open. It drapes off your tits, and shows me a perfect patch of red fuzz hiding in the V between your legs.”
A teeny tiny part of me said I should correct him. I hated my copper-colored hair, so my character was blonde. I wasn’t interrupting this, though. In the dim room, with just our voices and his captivating eyes, I could slip into the fantasy we were painting, and it had me wet. “I stare as you stroke up and down. I’ve never seen such an impressive man before.”
“I don’t have to be doing this alone, you know.” He licked his bottom lip. “You’re welcome to join me. I bet the trees you usually fuck don’t spread you open the way I would.”
There were times when Ryan’s direct comments embarrassed me. Now wasn’t one of them. “I’m too dumbstruck to leave. I can’t stop thinking about letting you have your way with me.”
“I close the distance between us in just a few steps, and nudge your robe farther to the side, exposing one fleshy, soft breast. I glide my hand up your ribs, cupping the mound, and dragging a callused thumb over your already rock-hard nipple.”
My own nubs twinged in response, aching under my bra as the phantom touch flicked over one. “I let out a soft moan and step closer until your...” I fumbled for a moment. Could I actually talk like this out loud? In the context of the game, yes. “Until your manhood presses into my leg.”
His dark stare held me captive now. Watching his lips move as he painted his character’s desires. Hearing his seductive voice. “I squeeze and pinch at the pink temptation in my hand, and you squirm under the attention. I trace my mouth down your chest, dropping to my knees as I move to your stomach. My fingers part your pussy. My gods you’re wet. I flick my tongue out, and groan at your incredible taste.”
Oh gods was right. My thighs squeezed together at the thought of him buried between my legs, licking. “I whimper and tangle my fingers in your hair. This sensation is new and incredible.”
“I trace ancient runes over your clit with my tongue as I slide two fingers inside you. You’re tight, but slippery. I want you wrapped around my cock before the end of the night. I lick and suck, letting your gasps guide me while I finger fuck you.”
This was the single most erotic fantasy I’d ever delved into, and I knew it was because it was all vocal and shared. Something was even more arousing about the fact Seth was still listening to us, and not interrupting. I wanted to be riding Ryan by the end of the night, too. Err, my character did. “You’re good at this. Apparently there’s some truth to the rumors the village girls spread between each town.”
He smirked. “They spread more than rumors. But none of them taste as incredible as you do. You’re intoxicating. I devour your pussy, nipping with my teeth as you get more vocal. I want you to come.”
I might just from his words. Not really, but maybe. “I’m so close. You hit a spot inside and pleasure explodes through me. I clench around your fingers until my legs are weak and everything is too sensitive to touch. But I want more.”
“I help you sink to your knees and sit on the ground in front of you, dick harder than it’s ever been and standing at attention. I wonder what your perfect, full lips would feel like wrapped around my cock, but I can’t wait for that. I know how soaked you are and I need you riding me. Your pale skin is flushed as you straddle me. With one hand on your hips and the other on my rod, I guide you into place. I want to take this bit slow, but your heat is too tempting. I thrust up, plunging inside you.”
I almost arched my back at the thought of him impaling me. My panties were soaked, and I was going to see this through. Wanted him—his paladin, whatever—to come hard because of me. “You’re so big it hurts, and I love it. I try and measure your pace by rocking up and down slowly against you.”
“I want to stretch this moment out. I glide my hands up your chest, cupping your perfect tits and thumbing your nipples. Your skin is gorgeous in the full moon.”
A new voice interrupted the conversation, but Seth’s smooth tone wasn’t jarring. It added to the dreamlike quality of the entire moment. “The two of you have made too much noise and the innkeeper is coming to check and make sure everything is all right. He hesitates at the edge of the clearing, dumbstruck and amazed at the scene before him. He’s instantly hard at the sight of two bodies intertwined with each other, panting and glistening.”
Chapter Two
If I had been turned on before, it was nothing compared to what ratcheted through me at the new arrival. My fantasies had always been about one or the other of them, never both men. I didn’t know which I liked more, the thought of Seth getting off by watching us, or the idea he might join in. “Are you simply a passive observer?”
Ryan gripped his leg hard enough I saw the cords and muscles in his arm strain in the dim light, still watching me. “I see the curious interloper over your shoulder, and slide my hands to your back. Raking down your spine, I cup your ass and pull your upper body forward, never letting up on the steady rhythm. I want to pound you hard and fast, but I think you want this more.”
Seth picked up the dialog without hesitation. “I drop my breeches as I join you in the clearing. I kneel behind you, and you jump then sigh when I run my hand down your perfect ass. I slip my fingers between your legs from behind, amazed at how incredible you feel. I stroke his cock while I coat my hand in your juices.”
I hid a wince. Please don’t let that ruin it. Seth was bisexual, and Ryan was as straight as I had ever seen. But the slip in narration didn’t break things up. I didn’t even know if I could speak at this point. My mouth was dry with anticipation. I didn’t have to worry about coming up with a response, though.
“I use your arousal to lube my dick.” Seth’s voice wasn’t as deep, but it still had a hypnotic effect. “I nudge your ass with the head, and in your almost frenzied state, you let me in with little resistance.
Both of them inside me at the same time? My hands twitched and I forced them not to actually move to my breasts and pleading clit. “Gods, this is amazing.”
“Filling you with two hard, thick cocks has made you even tighter,” Ryan said. “I finger your clit, and you almost come from the contact. As you lean
forward, I raise my head up to suck on one of those exhilarating pink nubs that’s taunting me. Taking it between my teeth, I nibble and flick at it with my tongue.”
“I won’t last long,” I manage to keep the breathlessness out of my voice. It was true. If we did this much longer, I might not be able to keep my hands out of my pants. Or theirs.
“Your enraptured shouts milk me better than your tight hole,” Ryan said. “And as you come a second time, I pound you hard. I grunt at the feelings, and spurt deep inside you when I climax.”
“I pull out,” Seth added. “Beating my cock, stroking it when I watch the two of you grind, and cover your backside with my orgasm.”
“We all collapse on top of each other, spent.” There was a hint of strain to Ryan’s voice. “After we catch our breath, none of us says anything. We extract ourselves from each other and make our way back to the inn for some of the best sleep we’ve had in months.”
A silence descended on the room. Had we just made a mistake? Were they actually imagining me in that scene the way I had with them, or had this just been a random game?
“Okay, then.” Seth finally shattered the still. “Wow. Fortunately, the druid is protected by her gods, and we don’t have to deal with pregnancy during this raiding party.”
“Good call.” Ryan sank back into the cushions with a small exhale.
And just like that, the moment was over. We laughed and joked a little more, but it wasn’t much longer before one of them—I wasn’t even sure who, or maybe it was both—decided to call it a night.
“It’s too late for you to drive home, Tasha.” Seth disappeared from the room and returned moments later with a pillow and blanket. “Stay here.”
I wasn’t going to argue. It was as common as anything for me to crash on Ryan and Seth’s couch. I made up my temporary bed, and they said their good nights.
As the house fell silent, sleep evaded me. I stared at the ceiling, images still teasing me, and unresolved need still begging for my attention. Were they both asleep yet? I listened to the house creak, wondering if each new noise was one of them getting up.
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