Coming Clean

by Inez Kelley

  “Good. I left the linens in the car. We’ll just transfer them in the morning. Did you get the washing machine fixed?”

  Grant tore his eyes from the action and sent her a grimace. “Nope, it’s a goner. We’ll have to look at a new one when we get back.”

  Vivi shrugged. She knew it was coming. The machine had been a second-hand purchase before they got married, when money was tighter and they were still blending his and hers to make ours. She’d deal with a new machine later, after vacation.

  “Cade, I poured your milk out. It would’ve spoiled before we got back and, honestly, you need more food in your house than cereal and leftover Chinese.”

  “Want to go shopping for me?” He sent her a fast grin. “Of course, then you’d have to come cook for me, too. Not a bad deal, actually, since you do laundry as well. If you tell me you know how to use a vacuum, I’m kidnapping you and making you my slave.”

  “The term is wife.” She laughed. “And I already have that title.”

  “Damn, missed out again.”

  She ruffled his damp hair and stood. She hugged Grant’s neck from behind. “I’m going to go clean up then go to bed. You going to be long?”

  “Nah, it’s bottom of the eighth. I’ll be there in a bit.”

  “Okay.” She aimed a pointed look at Cade. “You get some sleep, too. If I have to play alarm clock in the morning, I’m doing it with ice water.”

  “Yes, dear.” Cade smiled.

  A frustrated sigh blew out when she entered the bathroom. Grant had left a mess again. Two sopping towels were piled on the floor and dozens of large, wet, male footprints pooled on the tile. Would it kill him to use the bath mat that hung over the towel rod? She made quick work of cleaning up the floor, hung the towels to dry and tossed her clothes in the laundry hamper.

  She loved the shower but not as much as the garden tub in the corner. The cabin only had a single shower stall so she was going to milk this bath until she wrinkled. Turning the faucets to high, she tossed in a handful of mandarin-scented bath salts. She scoured whiskers and shaving cream from the sink basin then scrubbed her face with a gritty exfoliant. Plucking a few stray hairs from her brows, she checked for crow’s feet. So far, so good. She brushed her teeth and wiped down the sink again.

  Her breasts swayed as she moved, the mirror reflecting her nude body in a harsh light. Sticking her tongue out at the image, she lit a few candles and flipped the overhead light off, leaving the side sconces for illumination. Perfect relaxation mood. A hiss escaped as she slid deep into the silky hot water.

  Powerful jets churned the water to a rolling cauldron and she stewed, letting every tension-tight knot dissolve from the liquid massage. Although she’d been off from her music teaching job today, she’d worked like a demon getting everything ready for the trip. Shopping, packing, organizing, all those little things men just assumed fell into place without effort. A self-satisfied smile tilted her mouth.

  She loved it.

  Taking care of Grant, and by default Cade, filled her with more happiness than a diamond ring. They were her men, her guys, and she loved spoiling them in secret little ways. Serving Grant’s favorite brand of bacon at breakfast, finding the specialty blend of coffee Cade loved, even making sure they had that nasty-smelling fishing bait they preferred, all those things she did because she loved them. Maybe they never noticed, maybe they did; it was enough that she knew.

  Through her musings, she washed her hair, shaved her legs and let her worries slip away. When the time was right, Grant would approach the idea, and then the triangle would be complete. She drained and rinsed the tub, wrapped herself in a fluffy bathsheet and plugged in her hair dryer. Over the whining drone, she heard the bedroom door open and saw the lamp flick on. The game must have ended.

  She smoothed thick, creamy mandarin body lotion into her skin then flipped off the bathroom light. Grant had shed his T-shirt and pulled the comforter down. He was randomly tossing decorative pillows into the corner. He hated those things and did the same thing every night. He turned and crooked his finger at her with a naughty smile.

  Sliding her arms around his neck, she nuzzled his jaw. “Cade go to bed?”

  “He’s ready to,” Grant purred, kissing her brow. His rough hands rasped on the towel covering her ass.

  “Did you turn on the automatic timers for when we’re gone? And the motion lights?”

  “Mmm,” he murmured against her skin. “Everything is turned on.”

  “Did you lock the front door?”

  “Yes, dear.” Cade’s voice whispered along her nape the same instant a second set of hands cupped her breasts from behind. She gasped, shock stiffening her spine.

  “Shhh,” Grant soothed. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was too breathy, too soft, but his smile told her he’d heard. “I just thought…A little warning would’ve been nice.”

  “Hey Viv,” Cade teased, kissing her shoulder. “Fair warning. We’re both going to make love to you.”

  They had to feel her heart pounding. Sandwiched between both hard, hot bodies, her bones melted and she sagged. They held her up. The smooth skin of Cade’s bare chest glided against her back in a warm ribbon. Grant’s chest hair tickled the upper curves of her breasts. Growing erections pressed into her belly and her ass. Grant kissed her mouth, his tongue licking at her lips in light strokes. Cade kissed her shoulder, his thumbs circling her hardening nipples. A shudder gripped her spine, and a hot wave of moisture coated her pussy lips.

  “Now’s the time to say stop, babe.” She couldn’t speak but shook her head. Grant wanted more. “Words, Vivi. Give us the words so there’s no confusion.”

  “Don’t stop.”

  Familiar yet skewed sensations rushed her. She was used to feeling Grant’s touch, his kiss, but coupled with Cade’s, her perception blurred. Who was touching where? Did it matter?

  She pulled one trembling arm from Grant’s neck and slid her fingers into Cade’s soft hair. His lips traced the outside of her ear. “Just enjoy, Viv. Let us please you.”

  Grant’s hands skimmed from her ass, up her sides to untuck the towel around her breasts. He looked deep into her eyes, checking for permission. She smiled and he let the towel fall to the floor.

  No fantasy could have prepared her for four large male hands touching her bare skin. Her eyes closed in abandonment. Lips and fingers danced over her, and she didn’t know or care who did what. The world outside slipped away until nothing existed except the sensual circle in her bedroom, a circle with three intertwined rings.

  Firm hands cradled her cheeks and she opened her eyes to stare deep into Grant’s. I love you. His lips moved but no sound came. Her mouth repeated the vow. He took her hand and stepped closer to the bed, leading her. Cade took her other, urging her forward. She eagerly climbed to the king-sized mattress and reclined on the pillows. Two sets of eyes shone with fiery lust, and she greedily let her gaze slide over each man.

  Dark and light, they were polar opposites. Two perfectly toned bodies on far ends of the masculine beauty spectrum. Grant, tall, dark and chiseled from the stubbornest rock around, had swarthy skin that screamed his Italian heritage. Beside him, Cade seemed golden, a fallen angel with an erotic glow. He moved first but Grant followed, both tucking fingers in their waistbands and stripping their shorts down their legs.

  Vivi inhaled a noisy breath. All that hard flesh was for her, and her body clenched in need. Her fingers strayed almost unconsciously to her wet pussy, stroking her aching clit. Like a magnet, both their gazes fell to her hand. The mattress dipped as they knelt at the edge, each reaching for her in a flawlessly choreographed move. Their natural accord played perfectly in life and carried to the bedroom.

  Cade touched her left thigh, Grant her right, and together they spread her knees. Hands belonging to two different men skimmed down her legs to delve into the heated apex. A quiver erupted as the first new male hands in over a decade parted her folds. Cade pu
lled away, leaving Grant to stroke her pussy. He moved up her body and grazed her nose with his.

  “You okay with this, sweetheart?”

  She’d kissed Cade hundreds of times, light pecks or brushes, always in friendship. She knew the casual taste of his lips. She wondered about the intimate taste of his mouth. Curiosity and excitement flooded her. Drawing one finger along his smooth chin, she whispered yes and moved forward.

  He met her kiss halfway. His lips were soft, his tongue softer as it dipped to stroke hers. The subtle flavor of Cade’s kiss was minty toothpaste mixed with an undercurrent of bourbon and some mystery spice. She became enchanted with it and craved more. Sliding her arms around his shoulder, she feasted on the newness, the familiar-suddenly-made-erotic contact. Heat ignited the zest.

  Her gasp sucked in Cade’s unique scent when Grant’s tongue licked up her pussy. Wet, shivery tingles stroked along the edges of her cleft then delved deeper, lapping at her entrance. He knew exactly where to touch her, how to touch her with slow, maddening caresses. When Grant tightened his lips around her hard clit, it was Cade’s back she scratched. Cade wrapped his arms around her, deepening his kiss, swallowing her whimpers.

  Hot and slick, his mouth left hers, trailing down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. Grant moved up her body, licking her bellybutton, her ribs, the underside of her breast. His tongue circled her nipple and Cade nipped the other. Blue-white lights snapped in her vision, and her back arched as they both latched on, sucking her crests deep and firm. Her hands shot to their heads, one gripping blond silk, the other midnight satin.

  Mental clarity vanished. The sensual glide of different lips mingled, blended until she wasn’t sure who sucked and who nibbled. Pure electric sensation coursed through her, crackling with intensity. Heated honey slicked her inner thighs as her empty pussy throbbed. Those lips left her hard tips and she gulped air, struggling to focus. Vivi opened her eyes and the breath stuck in her throat.

  Cade and Grant were kissing.

  This was obviously not the first kiss they shared. There was no awkward bumping of noses, no uncertain moves, no cautious tastes. Grant gripped the back of Cade’s head. Cade’s hand slid around Grant’s shoulder and tugged him closer. Open-mouthed, striving for dominance, their kiss epitomized hunger. A knot wedged in her chest. It was not some kinky action staged to titillate and excite. It was a sincere expression of desire.

  Her husband pulled away first, sliding his mouth to the corner of Cade’s and nipping in a gentle bite. One hand fell to Cade’s bare thigh and he looked up. His eyes sought hers, a question buried in them that she sensed without words. No, she didn’t find this shameful, and she tried to tell him that with a gentle stroke down his arm. Gratitude softened his frame and he cupped her face. A thumb swipe over her cheek was his silent thank you.

  He covered her mouth with his. His welcome weight pinned her to the sheets and she arched to his strong and passionate kiss, tasting his need for acceptance, for reassurance, for confirmation of his place in her bed. His tongue stroked hers with leisurely abandon, his hands sliding beneath her, molding her to him while she clung to hard shoulders. Instinctively, her legs tried to part, to open to his thrust but he wouldn’t allow that. His thighs locked on the outside of hers and he ground his rigid cock into her pubic bone. A sweet delicious ache thrummed through her blood.

  Breathless, he sat back and let one bold, possessive touch sweep from her face down her body. Cade moved beside her and traced his fingers along the underside of her breast. Conjugal closeness prompted her reaching for Grant’s cock, her hand curling around the hard length. Curiosity had her reaching for Cade’s. She’d never been with an uncircumcised man and found the salacious slide of his foreskin over firming flesh riveting. Not quite as thick as Grant, Cade’s cock was longer and curved upward slightly. A shiny dot of moisture formed on the tip. She used her thumb to catch it, spreading it over the soft head, then wrapped her palm around him. A low, savory groan sounded.

  Completely spellbound by differences and similarities, Vivi stroked and twisted her hands, delighting in the heavy unyielding shafts. Ragged breathing in deep octaves filled the room, and her skin flushed with anticipation. Until her tongue touched her lip, she didn’t recognize what she craved but when she did, she looked to Grant. He knew, his desire-hazed expression watching her moves. One encouraging nod from him and she rolled, her grip tightening on Cade’s shaft and her lips opening.

  Cade’s body jerked as she sucked him. He felt foreign on her tongue, the shape and taste unfamiliar but not unpleasant. Smooth hot skin glistened from her licks, from her tongue circling the ridged tip. Despite his somewhat longer cock, he was thinner and she swallowed all of him, feeling his pulse deep in her throat. His hands fisted on his thighs, then cupped her head.

  “Oh shit, Viv!”

  A callused hand sank between her thighs. She moaned around Cade’s shaft as Grant rubbed across her clit. She pushed back, wanting more of his touch, and he obliged, his fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy in a slow rhythm. Above her, Cade’s breathing quieted and she angled her head to see the men kissing. More than that, Cade’s fist was jacking her husband’s cock with urgent tugs.

  A dawning realization forced her mouth from Cade’s shaft. Grant had had an orgasm recently. He had to have. Although madly aroused, his balls weren’t drawn tight enough for a first encounter. The starving need pumping through her body had been sated in his. Apparently more than first kisses had occurred while she folded sheets. She wasn’t jealous, understanding that Grant had taken that first step without her present out of fear or embarrassment. Still, she wondered how far their play had gone. Had Cade used his hand like now or his mouth? Had Grant fucked Cade? Had Cade fucked Grant’s virgin ass?

  Her pussy clenched around Grant’s hand. He dragged his mouth from Cade’s and grinned at her. “You like that, seeing us.”

  It wasn’t a question but she nodded. She did like it and wished she’d seen more. It was erotic. Grant locked gazes with her and deliberately reached for the shaft she’d just licked. Her eyes widened as he confidently pumped Cade’s erection while rocking his hips into Cade’s stroke.

  Glistening liquid from her pussy provided lubrication and Cade’s hips thrust up, pushing into Grant’s strokes. He gripped Grant’s shoulder for balance, panting in pleasure. The bed dipped again as he shifted. He circled Grant’s bare waist with his hands and pressed his lips to his neck. Grant offered no resistance when Cade pushed him down to the sheets and stretched his lean frame on top. Sharply-cut muscles in his back rippled as he leisurely ground his cock against Grant’s. A low groan opened her husband’s mouth and he closed his eyes. His dark head fell back, relishing the touch.

  Vivi dropped her gaze to Cade’s firm ass. Grant’s hands rested on Cade’s hips, not clutching, not grabbing, but simply holding him closer. He’d held her that way a million times. It was a comfortable, intimate hold that went beyond sex. It shouted of tenderness.

  Cade started at Grant’s temple, pressing butterfly-light kisses over his face. The repercussions sank deep into Vivi’s marrow as he touched his lips to Grant’s brow, his eyelids, his nose, the corners of his mouth. The action was reverent and gentle, filled with the promise of new beginnings. Something in her chest twisted into an agonized knot.

  This wasn’t sex.

  Grant and Cade were making love.

  They didn’t need her.

  Grant didn’t need her.

  Almost-banished fear roared in her ears and her throat clenched tight, but Grant’s hand inched across the mattress, blindly seeking hers. Twining her fingers with his, she squeezed, needing to feel their connection. He gripped back, curling his wrist to hold her hand tighter. The knot under her ribs eased. He wasn’t shutting her out, replacing her. He was simply opening his heart to more, needing her to be there with him. How could she not?

  His gentle tug pulled her closer. She scooted a few inches and Cade’s fingers reached for her hip. Still kissi
ng with infinite tenderness, they drew her into their circle. Vivi smoothed her free hand down Cade’s spine and squeezed Grant’s hand. Part of a threesome was letting go of jealous twinges and delighting in your partners’ pleasure, drawing joy from their happiness. Her heart shuddered with an outpouring love for Grant and for Cade. This, the two of them discovering each other on a deeper level than ever before, was priceless, and they were sharing it with her.

  Cade’s mouth moved, a private whisper she couldn’t hear but which curved Grant’s mouth into a smile. His eyes opened and that wide smile brushed along Cade’s ear, murmuring a response.

  Carnal fire brewed in an icy shade of blue when Cade rose to his knees and looked over his shoulder. Her nipples tightened. There was a power and grace in him, an almost musical flow to his body language. He moved like a sensual, sinewy lion, confident in his skin and reveling in his actions. He slid from Grant’s embrace and crawled up her legs, never taking his eyes from hers. Vivi’s pulse quickened like prey being hunted.

  “Turnabout is fair play, Viv. You had a taste, now it’s my turn.”

  His lips fell to her stomach before his words made sense. The warm velvet of his tongue lapped a smoldering trail down her body to the mound of her bare pussy. Never lifting his mouth from her skin, he spread her thighs then settled between her legs. A subtle flaring of his nostrils as he inhaled clamped her throat in anticipation.

  The muscles in her legs trembled in excitement, and he curled strong hands around them, gently massaging and soothing. One bold caress skimmed along her inner thigh. Cade’s gaze flicked to hers and he sent her a playful wink then licked. Pointed, wicked curls around her clit brought her ass off the bed, her fingers biting into Grant’s hand. A warm breath chuckled over her wet folds and then Cade went deeper with firmer, more insistent swirls of his tongue. Two long fingers sank inside and her pussy quivered, flush and ripe.

  Grant took her mouth as a shaking sigh formed. The decadent kiss stole the little breath she had, leaving her dizzy and limp. He cupped her breasts, rolling her tight nipples, pinching the way she liked, with just enough sting to burn. The time-roughened pads of his fingertips grazed her sensitized skin to a fever pitch. Her tongue danced with his in a well-practiced loop with a sudden new flavor. The mysterious spice of Cade’s mouth lingered on Grant’s tongue, and he shared it with her. Vivi gorged on the blended tastes. One was fiery and sharp, one was lasting and savory. The kiss flooded her soul and her pussy squeezed Cade’s thrusting fingers.