Triple Thrill

by Anna Leigh Keaton

  Brock smiled, and a few minutes later he slowly opened his eyes to meet his wife’s loving gaze as she rolled toward him. “Hey,” he muttered, his heart still pounding a little heavier than normal.

  She leaned her head close and brushed her mouth against his.

  “Hey.”

  “Wow.”

  She grinned. “Liked that, huh?”

  He slowly nodded and lifted a heavy arm so he could cup Yasmine’s breast and thumb her nipple. Then he turned his head, seeking Jerry, but he wasn’t there. “Jer?”

  “He just left,” Yasmine said.

  He turned back to his wife and frowned. “Why?”

  She shrugged but didn’t look happy about it, either. “He just climbed off the bed and got dressed.”

  A little spark of pain went through Brock’s heart. Why would he leave? They had the room all night if needed, if they wanted. What if he hadn’t wanted to spend any more time with them? Brock still couldn’t separate the friendship from the fuck, and it hurt his feelings, and maybe his pride, to think that Jerry honestly hadn’t felt more than sexual release with them.

  “I can see from the look on your face you don’t want this to be over.”

  Brock sucked in a deep breath. This was his wife. His one and only.

  Yet…

  “Tell me the truth, honey,” she said softly as she laid her hand against his chest. “I need to hear the truth.”

  “It doesn’t matter. He made it clear this was a one-time thing.

  Fulfillment of my fantasy. I’ve had that now.”

  His wife gave him that look. She knew he was lying.

  “Maybe I’ve had a little crush on him for a while,” he admitted softly, worried he betrayed her simply by admitting it.

  A soft smile curved her luscious lips. Then she whispered, “So have I.”

  Brock’s eyes widened in surprise, which made her laugh. “You are such a man, so blind.” She winked and snuggled up against him.

  His stomach tightened. “Blind? Have you and Jerry—” She’d cheated?

  “No, you big silly!” she shoved at his shoulder. “No more than you have. With your eyes, your thoughts. I see you watch him, especially on the boat when he’s half naked and wearing those snug diving shorts. I’ve wanted to see what was in those shorts just as much as you have.” She laughed. “And now we know.”

  “And now we go back to the way things were, hanging out, acting as if we hadn’t been intimate with him?”

  Her smile faded as she tipped her head back to look at him. “I don’t know.” She opened her mouth to say something, but then snapped it shut.

  “Babe, we need to be honest about this. If we aren’t, it might damage our marriage, and I couldn’t handle that. I love you too much.”

  She sighed. “He’s such a player.”

  “I know.”

  “Watching you two turned me on more than I ever fantasized. And ever since you told me you had a wish to be with a man, I’ve done a lot of fantasizing about the two of you.”

  Brock tried to stifle a grin. Since he met Jerry, he’d been the only guy he’d ever fantasized being with. Before Jerry, it was always just some arbitrary dude, basically faceless, with a nice body and a gorgeous dick.

  Jerry was more than he could have hoped for, and being that he had true feelings for the man…

  “God, Yas, this is so weird. I’m not gay, I love you, your body, everything about you.”

  “But you have romantic feelings about Jerry,” she said, holding his gaze.

  “I don’t want to have a candlelight dinner with him or anything, but…” He blew out a breath. “But I wouldn’t mind if the three of us did. I wouldn’t mind if he was there, with us, sharing more of our lives than just every few weekends on the boat or a barbeque.”

  “You are bisexual, honey.” She kissed his shoulder. “And that’s okay.”

  He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “I’m a little old to be going through a sexual identity crisis, aren’t I?”

  “What’s the crisis?” She teased the curls of hair over his pectoral.

  “You are a little in love with our very best friend.”

  “Love?” He pulled back and frowned down at his wife. “I didn’t say anything about love.”

  The smile that curled her lips was that wifely believe-what-you-will smile.

  Love another man? In a romantic, sexual way? Maybe, but differently than he loved Yasmine. He had deep feelings for Jerry, but he couldn’t say it was like a brother, not like some of his other buddies. No, he didn’t fantasize about any of his other male friends. Maybe it was that he’d known from the beginning that Jerry was bisexual, so he wasn’t off limits to those kinds of thoughts. He didn’t fantasize about any of his buddies’ wives or girlfriends, because they were all untouchable. But Jerry had never been totally untouchable. He was an open book, and in the months since Yasmine had let the cat out of the bag, Jerry had willingly answered any and all questions related to man-on-man sex. He’d made Brock feel comfortable about discussing something that had been such a deep, dark secret for over two decades of his life.

  “Are you?” he asked his wife.

  “What? A little in love with Jerry?” When he nodded, she said,

  “Yeah, but it’s different than with you. But, I think if I spent more time with him that love would grow and maybe someday I’d need him in my life as much as I need you.”

  The jealousy didn’t rise within him. But he said, “We spend a lot of time with him, babe.”

  She chuckled and tossed her long hair over her shoulder. “I meant like this. I already know that he is a great guy, fun to be around. The three of us have always been great together as friends. Do you think we’d be so good together if we were together even more? Doing everyday stuff instead of just fun weekend things?”

  “I don’t know. Probably. But why are we even discussing this? He likes to play, and I’m not about to let someone into our marriage like that who’s going to— Holy shit, I can’t believe we’re taking about this.”

  “Who’s going to cheat on us?” she asked.

  “Look, baby, I’m going to be blunt. I don’t want any other man.

  Jerry’s the only guy I’ve ever really wanted, the only real, live guy, okay?

  I’d rather have you and nothing else than to let him deeper into our marriage and then have problems. Three’s a crowd, isn’t it? I won’t take chances with our marriage. We have a great relationship. We experienced something really great tonight, but it has to stay here, as we’d planned, okay?”

  She nodded and kissed his chin. “Okay, honey. I love you. I agree.”

  She didn’t sound fully convinced, but he did know that eventually, if she had more to say, she’d say it. She wasn’t a shy flower, not his Mexican rose. He grinned and kissed her. “I’m hungry. How about we get cleaned up and go grab a steak? Then I’ll take you home and we can…”

  He wiggled his eyebrows.

  “Sounds great!” She kissed him hard and quick, then jumped out of the bed and headed for the bathroom.

  When he heard the shower come on, he followed. It was the right decision. They’d had a fun night, but that was all it could be.

  * * * * *

  Jeremy slipped from the private room still buttoning his shirt. He tucked it in before he rounded the corner into the main part of the club then headed straight for the bar where he ordered a double shot of vodka with a twist of lime. Once the bartender handed him the drink and he’d paid, he wound his way across the dance floor to a quieter spot toward the wall and slid into a chair with his back toward the dancing throng.

  His chest was tight, and he felt hollow inside. Empty.

  He gulped the clear liquid and wished it burned just a little more.

  How could he have agreed to this night at the club? Stupid, stupid, stupid!

  For three years, he’d wanted the Duncans. One fateful night right here in the club when he’d wanted to celebrate a big rea
l estate deal he’d made, he bought Brock and Yasmine a bottle of champagne then spent the evening just talking. He’d seen the sexy couple sitting together, heads bent close, laughter and love practically pouring from them, and he’d wanted

  to share in it. They hadn’t been looking for a third that night, or any other night. They used Inferno as their neighborhood bar, where they came to have a drink before heading home.

  As he sat there chatting, though, he’d fallen hard. A professional couple—Brock, a financial advisor and Yasmine, a manager at a high-end local coffee house—impressed him. But it wasn’t their looks or their bank accounts that had attracted him; it had been the complete devotion they had to each other. The love that shone in their eyes when they looked at each other, how they’d been able to finish each other’s sentences, yet weren’t’ annoying about it. How they’d laughed together over silly little things that had become private jokes between them.

  That was when his yearning had begun, all to culminate into tonight when he finally got to taste that love. But he was an outsider still.

  He’d had the most amazing sexual encounter of his thirty-nine years, but he’d never felt so cold and empty inside. He’d never felt so lonely.

  For just a blink of time, he’d gotten to share in their amazing sexual chemistry. He’d kissed them, tasted them, poured all his love into them, but in the end it was Brock and Yasmine curled around each other with him on the outside looking in, wanting to beg them to let him be a part of them.

  But that wasn’t the deal.

  He downed the last of his drink and slumped in his chair.

  God, he’d been shitfaced that night after they’d stuffed themselves on bourbon BBQ ribs and Yasmine’s killer margaritas. When she’d plopped down on his lap, his hard-on had been instantaneous. If Yasmine hadn’t felt it against her ass, she’d been even drunker than him. Then when she, in a loud stage whisper, informed him that Brock had fantasies about doing it with a guy, he’d almost creamed his shorts.

  Brock had turned bright red and begged her to shut up, but she hadn’t. She wasn’t one for keeping her mouth shut when she had something on her mind. And she’d told them that she would love to see him and her husband together. That it’d be totally kick-ass sexy if they fucked and let her watch.

  They’d all been drunk, and though he wasn’t so drunk he couldn’t have made her wishes come true right then and there, he’d bided his time.

  Yasmine and Brock had been curious about his sexuality since they met, and especially Yasmine would come up with some strange, yet surprisingly deep, questions. Some answers he couldn’t even answer like, how could he be equally attracted to men and women. It just was and always had been. He loved the human body in all its shapes and forms.

  Nothing sexier than a pussy all slick and shiny with her arousal. Yet he loved the taste and texture of a penis. He loved to fuck and be fucked.

  He’d thought he’d died and gone to heaven when he found Inferno, a place he wasn’t a freakish outcast. A home away from home and a great place to find men and women like him, or looking for someone like him.

  After Yasmine’s drunken admission, everyone acted as if it hadn’t happened. The three of them hung out, went fishing on the Duncans’ little Bayliner, gathered at their house or sometimes his for barbeques and whatever game was on Sunday afternoons. But it killed him to pretend he didn’t remember, and he wondered if maybe they’d been so drunk they didn’t remember. In the years he’d known them, they’d never been quite that intoxicated, so it had been possible they didn’t remember the conversation.

  So, one hot, lazy afternoon out on the boat, he brought it up. “If you’re really interested in experimenting with a man,” he’d said while staring off at the horizon, his fishing pole held loosely in his hand, “I would like to be that guy.”

  Brock’s only response was, “Thanks. I’ll think about it.” Yasmine had kissed him on the cheek.

  More months went by, and he figured that was that, when they approached him with a request: One night, sex only, no impact on their friendship, and Yasmine got to watch. In fact, they should pretend to be strangers.

  God, he’d been so turned on when she wanted to join in tonight. It was more than he’d ever fantasized. She was as sensual and sexual as he’d dreamed, and Brock had taken to cock so fast it was almost hard to believe he’d never sucked dick before.

  And now…it was over. He was supposed to go back to being just friends with the two people in the world he wanted to wrap in his arms

  and never let go. He wanted to come home to them after work, to share in all their stories, to share in their lives more than a few times a month.

  Jerry leaned forward and pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes. How the fuck was he going to pretend tonight hadn’t happened?

  How in God’s name was he ever supposed to move past tonight and find someone of his own? He’d give up men or women if he could be partners with just one person who made him feel the way Brock and Yasmine felt about each other. But he didn’t want anyone else. He wanted the Duncans.

  “Hey…” A gentle hand touched his shoulder, and he jumped in surprise. He’d recognize Yasmine’s voice anywhere.

  He turned his head and looked up at the Duncans. “Hi.”

  They slid into the bench seat on the other side of the tiny round table. “Why’d you leave?” Brock asked.

  He forced a smile and hoped it didn’t look as painful as it felt. “You two looked like you were ready for your alone time.” He lifted his empty glass. “And I needed a drink.”

  They stared at him for a moment, Brock with a wrinkle between his dark blond brows, his baby blue eyes looking troubled. Yasmine had her lips pressed together in a line that meant she didn’t believe a word he’d just said. Then the two looked at each other, and Jerry would swear on his life they were speaking telepathically to each other. Whatever their eyes conveyed, the other understood.

  They turned back to him, Brock put his arm around his wife, and Yasmine said, “That doesn’t sound like you. When we’re together, you’ve never got any problem watching us kiss, hug, cuddle. I even caught you watching us play touchy-feely one day in the kitchen.”

  His cheeks warmed. He loved watching them. The byplay between them when they were getting sexy. There’d even been one night when he’d been too intoxicated to drive home from their place that he’d heard them making love after they’d gone to their bedroom and inadvertently left the door open. He’d been hard as a rock all night long, but wasn’t about to masturbate while sleeping on their couch.

  “You two are sexy when you’re together, and yeah, I like watching it. It’s not as if you try to hide from me.”

  Brock nodded. “It never seemed to bother you, and maybe we have a few exhibitionist tendencies.”

  That made him smile. That they did, though they never took it past a point. Not until tonight, anyway. He should be happy they had chosen him over some stranger who wouldn’t have worried about them the way he did. But then he got serious, and said, “I love you guys, but I don’t want to feel like a fifth wheel. We’d done what we came here to do, so I got the hell out of Dodge before things got awkward.”

  Brock looked as if he’d just been slapped. Yasmine said, “We don’t want you to feel that way. Not ever.” She reached across the small table and laid her hand over his. “Tonight was amazing.”

  “And just for tonight,” he reminded them. “Your rules.” The one rule that might kill him in the end.

  Brock and Yasmine shared another long look at each other, then Brock gave the slightest nod.

  “About that,” Yasmine said, turning her attention back to Jerry and letting her fingers toy with his against the tabletop.

  His chest constricted, and he held his breath.

  “Do you want it to be only tonight? Do you want everything to go back to the way it was before we all had sex together?”

  He swallowed hard. “What do you mean?” Could he hope?


  “We’re not into casual sex,” Brock said. “Yasmine and I dated for over six months before we had sex. But the truth is, tonight was… more than we thought it would be.”

  Jerry slowly nodded in agreement.

  Yasmine laid her other hand over Brock’s and said, “What we’re trying to say is, we really care about you, and we wouldn’t have done what we did tonight with anyone else in the world. Because we know you and care about you, and know you care about us, too. I had no intention of getting involved tonight, but…” She shrugged and gave her sexy, full-lipped half-smile. “Well, Brock’s not the only one who thinks you’re pretty fucking hot.”

  Jerry laughed. “Thank you. The feeling’s mutual. About both of you,” he added, giving Brock a pointed glance.

  “We want…” Brock sucked in a deep breath and blew it out hard.

  He looked to be battling something deep inside, and Jerry remained very still and quiet, praying Brock worked it all out and Jerry came out on top.

  Yasmine, as usual, took the reins. She shrugged and smiled. “We want you.”

  Sheer will kept him planted in his seat and straight-faced when what he wanted to do was jump up and shout with joy.

  “But there are conditions,” Brock said, his sexy voice deep and filled with seriousness.

  “What conditions?”

  “Exclusivity,” Yasmine said. “I guess it could be called monogamy, with the two of us.”

  “If we let you into our relationship,” Brock said, “into our bed and deeper into our hearts and lives, you can’t keep playing around with…

  everything that moves.”

  Jerry sat forward and shook his head. “I haven’t been with anyone since the night Yasmine announced you were interested in men.”

  Brock’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

  “Seriously?” Yasmine asked. “That was months ago.”

  “Tell me about it,” he muttered with a shake of his head and a slight smile. “I’ve become real damn friendly with my right hand in the last six months. But seeing as I’ve wanted the two of you since the night we met, when I thought there was even the slightest chance of getting with you, even if it was just one of you, I wasn’t going to ruin that for a quick fuck.”