by Jayne Rylon
“Because once we discuss it, it’ll be final.” She thanked her lucky stars for the dark-tinted glasses that hid the tears stinging her eyes. “I’ll be homeless and out of a job. And lonely.”
“You think they were calling to fire you?” James snorted, yet he still managed to look adorable.
Devon pinched his exposed nipple. “I remember a certain guy nearly walking out when he convinced himself he was going to lose the love of his life. Even though it was obvious to everyone else that Neil will love you until the day he dies.”
“And even after.” The taller guy laid one hand on his husband and the other on his wife. “Both of you. Forever.”
Their dedication almost derailed Sally. “Wait. You guys fought? Really?”
“Oh, hell yeah,” Joe interrupted. “They were annoying little fuckers as they tried to figure out how to be together. Like it’s that complicated. When you know who you want—the person or people you fit with—you stick with them. That’s all there is to it.”
Sally didn’t contradict him. Her heart ached as she considered that might be true, if she weren’t keeping a monumental secret. One Eli’s noble nature would never let him ignore. They were fucked on every level, even if her would-be guys didn’t know it yet.
“Sure.” Deflated, she realized her confidence leeched away. “Like it doesn’t matter what they think of you. Or if there are other…circumstances. Idealistic crap only works if you’re lucky enough to be someone else’s everything and there are no other roadblocks.”
“I think you’d be surprised how King Cobra and his sidekick feel about you.” Neil shrugged. “If you’d give them a chance to tell you.”
“There’s so much to gain.” Morgan leaned forward. Her wide eyes urged Salome to listen. Really listen to what they were saying. The promise of something so sweet scared her. Could all her fantasies come true?
“And everything to lose.” She bit her lip.
“Haven’t you already lost it all?” Neil ignored the simultaneous slaps both James and Devon delivered. “No, really, if you don’t do something to change the situation, it’s over anyway, right?”
“I guess.” Sally sniffled. “Maybe I should just have Kaige box up my stuff. I could rent one of the guest cabins from Kayla for a bit until I found a place. If there’s any vacancy.”
“Or you could go the hell home and fight for them.” Neil tried to fire her up. “Isn’t even the smallest chance at this worth it?”
The guy drew his partners close to his side as if they were his lifelines.
Morgan surprised Sally by crossing to sit beside her. The woman’s hug didn’t bother her despite their nudity. It felt nice to have someone hold her. The shelter the crew had provided when she’d needed it most would never be forgotten.
Joe joined them, squatting beside the lounge chair. “I realize you had a lot to sort through. We don’t mean to be harsh. Sometimes you just need a kick in the pants…or bare ass. It’s terrifying and risky, but the rewards outweigh any potential harm. And we’ve watched you suffering this whole time. Whether you admit it or not, you’re already mourning your Hot Rods. Maybe you don’t have to.”
“Trust me, Mustang Sally, it’s a no-brainer.” James stared at her for a solid ten seconds before he cleared his throat and declared, “I think you’re ready. To see. I know we’ve behaved ourselves around you since you got here. But maybe you need a taste, to know what you’re battling for?”
“Are you suggesting…” She gulped. “What exactly are you proposing?”
“Watch me love Devon and James.” Neil stared directly at her as though he could see through her shades. “I dare you. Bet you’ll make it home in three hours flat this time.”
“I appreciate the offer, but I’ve already witnessed a threesome.” Bile rose in her throat. “I checked out Eli and Alanso working over that babe from the bar, remember? Fawn? No, thanks.”
“Guarantee the two experiences would be nothing alike.” Joe reached out and encircled her ankle in his warm grasp. “You’re not looking for a meaningless bang. What these guys have is so much more. It’s powerful.”
“Beautiful,” Morgan added.
“Perfect.” Devon smiled, sure and content. “I believe you’re destined for your own amazing things, Sally. It wouldn’t hurt this much if it wasn’t meant to be. Alanso took one peek and it changed his outlook forever. Didn’t it?”
Sally swallowed hard then nodded. He’d talked so passionately that night he’d burst through their door and declared he was gay. No, bisexual. Describing what he’d seen here. With the crew. Alanso had painted a picture so very different from what she’d observed in the garage. Maybe part of her was terrified that she might get what she’d always craved only to find out it was nothing like what she’d imagined.
Where was the romance? The tenderness? The true love?
Her inherent belief in those values and the existence of something more than sex for procreation had been a huge part of her decision to abandon her family at the ridiculously young age of fifteen. And if Eli and Alanso, two of the most generous and kindhearted men she knew, couldn’t drum up some of those emotions, then who could?
The trio in front of her offered to validate every last one of her fantasies. Right here. Right now.
Salome took a deep breath, angled herself toward them more fully then whispered, “Show me. Please.”
Chapter Two
“My pleasure.” Neil speared his fingers into the short hair sported by his husband and his wife. He closed his eyes and sat straighter, as if touching them gave him strength. They leaned into his hold, relinquishing all control to the man at the core of their group.
Responsibility for his mates appeared to mix with genuine desire to give. Neil kissed first James, then Devon. Slowly, with lingering swipes of his moist lips over theirs. When he finished, he let the pair enjoy each other while he examined the bond between them. His radiant smile reflected the bliss their connection generated. Each of them amplified their combined happiness.
Without clothes to block the view, it was easy to see the effect Neil had on them and the greater impact they had on the man binding them together. Both of the guys had impressive hard-ons in record time. Devon reached over to encase their erections in the softness of her fingers. Well, she probably had a few calluses mixed in, but they didn’t seem to mind any roughness in the female construction worker’s grasp.
Unlike the debacle with Fawn, chatter had no place in their union aside from whispered praise. They didn’t need to verbalize their desires. Criticizing someone else’s needs wouldn’t have been tolerated. The three members of the performance crew—who delighted Sally with their open, honest affection—fed off the reactions of their counterparts.
Like a perfectly built transmission, each gear ticked and fell into place with another. Balanced, they pivoted and swung around, one person acting then accepting the advances bestowed by another.
Tears dripped off Sally’s cheeks. One splashed onto Morgan’s hand, which held her own.
“It’s going to work out.” The other woman and her husband bracketed Sally. They rubbed her back in platonic circles and surrounded her in a bubble of confidence she couldn’t seem to muster. “What you guys have is this beautiful too. It’s just covered in grime right now. You have to polish it. Let this shine through.”
Devon moaned when Neil placed his hand over her heart, cupping the left side of her chest in his palm. The woman was petite and proportional, but her guys seemed to enjoy her high, firm breasts. James mirrored his lover, covering the opposite half of their wife’s torso. They teased her, ramping up her desire until she seemed to forget about their audience.
Her eyelids drooped closed.
Joe picked up his wife’s train of thought. “It’s true, Mustang Sally. You’ve let your relationship rust. It’s broken down. Stuck somewhere juvenile, in a spot you needed it to be for a while. Then I’d guess that companionship became habit. A safe rut. Maybe because none
of you were ready to take the wheel of something this powerful. Time to dissect your bond and restore it just like one of your projects. The potential for an end product better than the original is under all this bullshit. What you make of it is up to you. All of you.”
Neil devoured James’s lips while they manipulated an obviously erogenous zone for Devon—her heart. When she whimpered and writhed between them, Neil broke away. His chest heaved as he struggled to draw a lungful of air. Eyes burning bright, he stared at James.
“I love you,” he whispered, then used his free hand to nudge the smaller man’s shoulder.
James grinned as he slid his fingers down Devon’s torso. He gripped her hips, lifting her easily as he reclined in the chair. When he’d finished his maneuver, he stretched out on his back and cradled his woman on his lap. The not-so-subtle rocking of his hips broadcast his intentions.
Neil glanced over his shoulder from his position between the two pairs of legs spread around him. His wide-eyed gaze met Sally’s for an instant and he spared her a sad smile. “I know how it feels, when everything is fractured inside you. You’ll get it together right. When the pieces lock, it’s smooth as glass.”
Though he spoke to her, he curled his fingers toward his upward-facing palm.
Joe leaned over just long enough to rummage through the cabinet built into the bottom of the side table, which sat beside her chaise. He tossed out several toys—bullet vibrators, a butt plug, furry handcuffs and a few other things she didn’t recognize—before he grunted his approval.
A small bottle of clear gel flew across the space separating the loungers. Neil caught the lube out of the air with one hand. James groaned as he lifted Devon away from his body, stealing the friction of her skin from his cock. Reaching between them, Neil did something to Devon’s ass that made her yelp, likely coating her with the cool gel. Her back arched. Then she shivered, relaxing.
James hissed next when Neil slathered more lube on his palm before pumping his fist up and down his partner’s modest yet ultra-stiff shaft. Ensuring they were ready, he aligned James’s cock and Devon’s ass before sinking between their thighs. The slight weight of the crew’s smallest member pressed her downward until she and James were united completely.
Both of them moaned in unison.
Their cries escalated when Neil applied his mouth to their exposed genitalia. He alternated licks across Devon’s pussy with kisses and sucking on James’s balls. Yet the man being tortured by the sight of his lovers fucking didn’t move.
Instead, Neil stewed in the pleasure surrounding him.
Devon tipped her head to the side and he rose to trace a finger along her jaw. He murmured something to her that Sally couldn’t hear, but she understood the complete adoration in his tone. The kiss they exchanged was the most romantic, beautiful, sweet expression she’d ever witnessed. Following it, Neil turned her back over to James, who continued the gentle melding of mouths.
Despite the fact that James was buried in his wife’s ass while their husband made a meal of every electrified nerve ending he could find, neither Devon nor the man she rode were in a hurry. They enhanced the glide of their lips with tiny grinds and flexes of their abdomens. The passion in their eyes seemed to prod their mounting ecstasy more than their physical interactions.
Long minutes passed, filled with endless pleasure and pure love. Neil caved first. He monitored his lovers with hungry eyes as he continued to eat Devon in earnest. His clever fingers sought James’s sac and rolled his partner’s testicles in an apparently maddening pattern.
Devon gasped. Her hand flew to Neil’s hair, stroking. She didn’t force him closer. Didn’t have to. He chased her when she rocked backward into James. Wherever she went, he followed.
“I’m on the edge,” James growled. “Make her come. Quick.”
Neil didn’t hesitate. He swirled his tongue around Devon’s clit with amazing accuracy and dexterity. Clearly the man had practiced this a few times. As he pushed his long fingers into his wife’s pussy, the wetness overflowing her was obvious.
Sally squirmed in her chair. What would it be like to have Alanso hold her while Eli subjected them to such sweet torture? She’d have gone off like a rocket the instant they touched her with such respect and awe. Picturing the warm, smooth skin of Alanso’s bald head or Eli’s tousled crop of spikes beneath her palm nearly had her embarrassing herself in front of her new friends.
“Feel free to take care of yourself.” Joe lifted a brow as he glanced in her direction. “Unless you’d like Morgan and me to help. It’s only fair, you know. Katiebug did the same for your guys. They nearly put her eye out when they shot. So hard. And I guarantee they were thinking of you.”
“I’m g-good.” Sally had to wet her lips three times before she could utter the lie. As tempting as the offer was, she only wanted one man to touch her these days. Well, two. Okay, fine, seven. But those garage guys were a couple states away when she really needed a hand. Or a cock. Damn it.
Morgan laughed, not unkindly. “You’re not fooling anyone. But you will be okay. Soon.”
Devon drew their attention to the show once more when she froze, then screamed. James held her steady while she came apart. Secure in his hold, she kept nothing back. The uninhibited release impressed Sally, who guaranteed she’d never had an orgasm as thorough or satisfying as the one pulsing through the woman in front of her.
So it shocked her when Devon’s eyes sprang open and she demanded, “More. Both of you. In me. Now.”
“You didn’t really think I was going to lounge around all day without fucking you, did you?” Neil’s wicked grin proved impossible for his spouses to resist. They reached out as one to draw him up higher on their pile of limbs.
“In that position, she’ll be able to feel both of their cocks rubbing against each other through her. When they trap that thin barrier between them, it’s like nothing you’ve ever imagined.” Morgan sounded breathless. How many times had she experienced a similar sensation?
“We’ll see if Mike or Dave wants to play when we get back to the house, cupcake.” Joe reached around Sally to stroke his wife’s long hair.
Morgan shivered despite the sun.
When Sally’s attention shifted to the trio once more, Neil had levered himself over his pair of soul mates. He kissed each of them before rubbing his nose against Devon’s. As they smiled into each other’s eyes, he advanced. Linked together, they all groaned.
Devon called out her undying love for the entire mountain to bear witness.
Neil and James echoed the sentiment.
Again, they didn’t hurry or fuck in rushed lunges that would threaten to snap their poor chair into kindling. Subtle motion and focus on the full connection of their bodies and souls was all it took to gratify them.
The three people undulated, their torsos moving sinuously against each other. Each of them reached out, touching both of their partners. James had one hand on Neil’s ass, encouraging his penetration of Devon, while he linked fingers with her.
Sally wondered if they could keep this up for eternity. No one seemed eager to end their session or complete the ultimate joining they were part of. She couldn’t say she blamed them.
Every second became a testament to their love. Selflessness allowed them to hold on and prolong the gift they gave each other. It reminded her of what she didn’t have.
The part of her that reared its jealous head ashamed her.
Looking away would have been impossible, though.
Like a solar eclipse, the rare phenomenon in front of her tempted her to stare despite the danger to her retinas or her tender parts buried deep inside.
“I can’t,” Devon gasped.
“No need.” Neil smiled as he rested his forehead on his wife’s.
“We’re with you,” James promised.
“Always.” All three of them swore the oath before Devon’s spine arched impossibly. She clung to her men, counting on them to ground her when she shattered. If their
grunts, curses, pledges and moans were any indication, they depended on her for the same.
Sally cried as they shuddered then went still in each other’s arms.
It was the most striking thing she’d ever seen.
Envy clawed at her throat.
She didn’t realize she was trembling until Joe and Morgan put their arms around her. The contrast of their rock-solid embrace and her mushy guts left her reeling. Inside, she expected to hear rattling from the broken bits clanging around in her core.
As much as she appreciated the comfort they intended to bestow, Sally craved the touch of two different people. Homesick, she couldn’t stop the rising urge to return to Hot Rods.
The garage and her men.
Shit. What had she done by staying away? Why hadn’t they come after her? So what if she’d thought she wanted space? Couldn’t they tell she needed them more? Or didn’t they care? Worse, did they suspect—? No, they couldn’t. No one knew about that.
Even if she could drum up some miracle to fix things with Eli and Alanso, how the hell was she going to tell them she dreamed of even more? The whole gang.
“Now you see?” James’s rasp broke her from her cycle of thoughts.
Making a sound without sobbing would have proved impossible. So she nodded instead.
“We could show you again if you need another demonstration.” Devon stretched, then snuggled into James’s chest. She looked like the broadest mechanic—Bryce, AKA Rebel—after Thanksgiving dinner. Stuffed and like she might not move for a century.
“Speak for yourself, Dev.” Neil kissed the exposed line of her neck. “I’m gonna need a minute.”
“That’s what you always say.” She winked at him.
Sally glanced away from their casual intimacy. It hurt too much to see what she was missing out on. With her eyes averted, she accidentally scoped out Joe’s crotch. How had he stayed so calm when he was that hard?
