by Rhian Cahill
“She’s running, Grant.” Dayne ran his fingers through his hair. “She tip-toed from the room like a thief in the night.” He reached down and grabbed last night’s boxers.
“I know, but I think it was a knee-jerk reaction. Come on, think about it, Dayne. She woke up in our bed after years of not seeing us. Add to that what we did and she’s got to be freaked out. And scared.” Grant was pulling on his underwear as he spoke.
“Scared? She’s not the only one. I’m scared to death we’ll lose her before we even have her. I don’t want last night to be all there is.” Dayne scrubbed both hands through his hair this time, pulling on the ends.
“You’re scared?”
The whispered words had him spinning to face the door. Miki stood, barefoot but dressed. She wrung her hands together in front of her and the frightened look in her eyes had Dayne wanting to pull her into his arms and hold her close.
“Miki, you broke the rule.” Grant’s words had her scrunching up her nose as she tried to puzzle out what he meant.
“You promised to tell the truth, Miki. If you were scared you should have told us.” Dayne stepped towards her and took it as a good sign that she didn’t back away.
“I…”
He moved closer, Grant followed.
“I’m sorry.” She shrugged. “I guess I freaked out a little.”
Her cheeks flushed red as she ducked her head and Dayne moved in front of her. He placed his hand under her chin and tipped her head until her eyes met his. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Every feeling you have is legitimate and nothing to be ashamed of. Anything we do together is real and between us. And it’s beautiful, Miki. Every little bit of you we share is beautiful.”
Grant raised a hand and brushed the hair from her forehead. “You’re allowed to be scared, Miki. This is new for all of us.”
“But I don’t understand how this is supposed to work beyond one night.” She darted her gaze between them.
“We don’t either. We’ve never done this before, remember? We’re all feeling our way,” Dayne said.
“So where do we go from here?”
“I think we take it one step at a time, one day at a time, and first order of the day is breakfast. How about I whip up some omelettes?” Grant asked.
Dayne’s stomach rumbled at the mention of food. He suddenly felt ravenous for more than just Miki. “Great idea, I’m starving.”
She took a moment and Dayne thought she’d refuse their offer, but she finally nodded and let them lead her out to the kitchen. He glanced at Grant and smiled. For now all was right with his world. They just had to work hard to keep it that way.
Dayne grabbed eggs, ham, cheese and tomatoes from the fridge while Grant pulled the frypan from the cupboard. Juggling his armload, Dayne turned and dumped everything on the island bench. He washed his hands before selecting a knife from the block and pulled the grater from the drawer.
“Can I help?”
“Sure, can you work out how to use that fancy thing and put a fresh pot on?” Dayne used the knife to point over his shoulder at the coffee machine.
“It’s the same as Frankie’s. Where do you keep your coffee?” Miki asked as she headed for the machine.
“Here.” Grant opened the cupboard above Miki’s head as he walked over to grab a mixing bowl. “Anything you don’t want in your omelette?”
She glanced over at what Dayne was already slicing up and shook her head. “No. I’m good with all of that, just don’t make mine too big. I usually only have fresh fruit and yoghurt for breakfast.”
By the time Dayne had everything chopped up, Grant had the eggs whisked and the pan heating on the stove. “Do we want toast?” he asked.
“Do we have any wholemeal left?”
“If there’s none in the breadbox pull a loaf out of the freezer.”
Miki laughed.
“What?” Dayne asked.
“You two.” Her words came out around her giggles. “You’re all domesticated.”
“And this is funny how?” Grant quizzed.
“Well, look at you. Two strapping men discussing types of bread and cooking, and doing a very good job of the latter I might add.”
“When we first moved in together we had three options.” Dayne held up his hand, his index finger sticking up. “Eat takeaway every night.” He raised a second finger. “Starve to death.” A third finger extended. “Or learn to cook.”
“Gran gave us cooking lessons. Just the basics, and we’ve learned from there. Although it’s not that hard once you know what’s what in the kitchen,” Grant added.
“Do you know how to clean up too?”
“Who else do you think cleans up around here?” Dayne asked.
“I thought maybe you conned the women you feed into doing the clean up.”
Dayne and Grant both stopped what they were doing and stared at her.
“We’ve never cooked for a woman before,” Dayne said.
“You’re the first woman we’ve had stay over, Miki.” Grant’s words made it clear what this morning meant.
Her eyes opened wide and her breasts rose with the breath she sucked in. “Never?”
“No,” they said in unison.
“But…”
Dayne shrugged. “Never wanted to bring a woman here before now and you know we’ve never shared a woman but you.”
“This is all so…strange.” She slid onto a stool on the other side of the island from Dayne.
“Strange good or strange bad?” he asked.
“Oh, good.” Miki rested her elbow on the counter and propped her chin on her hand. “I guess strange is the wrong word. Maybe I should say it’s different, unusual, because it doesn’t exactly feel strange.”
“It feels right,” Grant said from behind Dayne.
“Yes. And that makes it even stranger, I guess. Being here with both of you. Having been with both of you. Together.” She let out a sigh. “It’s going to take some getting used to.”
Chapter Four
“But you want to get used to it, right?” Dayne asked.
Grant held his breath while he waited for Miki to answer.
“Yeah, I do. And there’s that strange bit again. That’s not normal, is it? To want to be with two guys?”
“Well, it certainly isn’t something you see every day, but then you don’t see people’s kinks either. It’s not like they walk around wearing signs telling the world what they get up to inside the privacy of their own homes,” Dayne said.
“No, I guess not. But going out will cause problems.”
“How so?” Grant asked.
“Well, it’s not like we can kiss and hold hands in public.”
“Why not?” Grant was shocked that Miki would think they had to restrict their physical affection in front of others. He wanted to be able to grab her hand or kiss her lips whenever the hell he felt like, wherever the hell they were.
She sat up, her eyes wide with shock and confusion. “You can’t seriously think no one is going to notice me holding hands with two guys? Kissing two guys?”
“Miki, we’re gonna want to hold your hand some times, and it won’t matter where we are, if we want to kiss you we will.” Grant held up a hand. “Before you freak out, we’re not planning to jump your bones in public and we certainly don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or draw attention, but we also don’t want to hold back just because someone might notice. I don’t care who knows I share you with Dayne. It’s none of their business.”
“You’re not the one they’ll look down on, Grant. It’ll be me. I’m the woman, so I’ll be labelled a slut for sleeping with two men.”
“Do you think you’re a slut for sleeping with two men?” Dayne asked.
“God, no. But it’s not what I think that matters.”
“Of course it is.” Grant’s voice had risen with his anger. Dayne didn’t look any happier with the way Miki was talking and obviously thinking. “You’re the only one who does matter,
Mikaila. You and only you.”
“But—”
“No buts, I don’t give a rats arse what anyone else thinks or says. The only thing I care about is that you’re happy. That we’re happy.” Grant gestured to the three of them.
Miki’s gaze bounced between them. She’d pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and Grant could see the tips of her teeth cutting into the delicate flesh. He walked around the island and stood next to her. With gentle fingers, he pulled the lip free of her bite.
“I promise I won’t do anything that truly makes you uncomfortable, but I can’t promise not to kiss you. Not to touch you. But if at any stage anything either I or Dayne does makes you uneasy, tell us. Remember your promise. Hold nothing back, all we ask for is the truth. Okay?”
She nodded.
“Say it,” Grant demanded.
Miki’s darted her gaze over to Dayne before returning to him. “I promise to hold nothing back.”
Grant studied her for a minute longer before he leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. A quick kiss that didn’t have time to turn into anything deeper as the coffee machine chimed and reminded him he was in the middle of cooking. He stepped away and walked back to the stove and the pan he’d left heating. The egg mix sizzled as he poured a third of it into the hot skillet. Dayne dropped a handful of each ingredient into the mixture and Grant kept careful watch over the omelette so it didn’t burn.
The bottom browned quickly and he had to take the pan off the heat for a minute or risk blackening the underside. He used a spatula to fold the omelette in half and flipped it once before he slid it onto a warming plate and put it in the oven. Working fast, he got the other two ready and switched off the burner. Grant turned to see Dayne and Miki had set the table with plates, cutlery and coffee. Grabbing the potholder, he lifted the plate from the oven and walked over to join them.
“They smell delicious.” Miki leaned over to take a deep breath of the omelettes. “I hope they taste as good as they smell.”
“Of course they do.” He served each of them an omelette before returning the plate to the kitchen. “Anyone want a juice?”
“No, I’m good,” Dayne said.
“I’ll stick with coffee.”
Grant grabbed a glass and filled it with juice before rejoining Miki and Dayne. He was pleased to see his best friend was already halfway through eating, but the sight of Miki taking her first bite had his gut clenching and his cock stirring. She’d cut a small portion and brought it to her mouth but she didn’t eat it straight away. Breathing in she closed her eyes and moaned.
“Damn, this really does smell great.”
He watched as Miki’s lips parted and she slid her fork between them. Her plum-red flesh closed around the silver tines and all Grant could think about was replacing that utensil with his cock. She drew the fork out and began to chew with eyes shut. Little murmurs of delight rumbled in her throat and his hands formed fists. Blood pumped through his veins, driving lust to every corner of his being. Swallowing proved hard with a suddenly dry mouth, but that wasn’t the only thing that was hard.
His cock throbbed and pushed against the front of his boxers, a wet spot forming on the cloth. With a groan, he slumped in his chair. A glance at Dayne showed his friend in a similar position. Miki was oblivious to what she was putting them through. Her shapeless sundress hung from her shoulders like a potato sack, but those unrestrained breasts jiggled beneath it with her movements and sent a bolt of lightning down Grant’s spine into his balls. He spread his legs in an attempt to ease the ache in his groin.
Miki swallowed her mouthful, opened her eyes and cut another piece of omelette. She raised it to her lips and started the whole erotic tease again. He watched in fascination, his breath stalled in his lungs, his erection pulsed and the need to be inside her clawed at his gut. The chair legs scraped along the tiles as he pushed back from the table. Fingers curled around the armrests, Grant breathed deep and struggled to remain in his seat when all he wanted to do was get up, race around to Mikaila and take her mouth with his.
She looked up and their gazes collided. He watched emotions flicker over her face, swirl in her eyes. Confusion, surprise, arousal. Electricity arced between them. Her pink tongue darted out and swiped across her lips, left a wet trail in its wake, and with a groan, Grant lost grip of his control. In three strides he was beside her, on his knees, his mouth slanting over hers. His tongue thrust deep, diving into the dark recesses to demand her surrender. Miki whimpered under his onslaught but she didn’t back away. If anything, she took more. Grant’s hands found her braless breasts and he cupped them, stroked them, squeezed them. The need to have her bare flesh in his hands became too much and he tore his mouth from hers.
Ragged breath ripped in and out of his lungs, his chest tight with the pain of working so hard. He stood and pulled her from her seat. Dayne stepped behind her, tugged the zipper of her dress down and Grant yanked the unflattering thing from her shoulders. The very air around them sparked when her naked breasts were revealed. Bending at the waist, he sucked one puckered nipple between his teeth and onto his tongue. Miki bowed against him, thrust more of her breast into his mouth as she wove her fingers through his hair and tugged him closer.
He curled his fingers in the waistband of her underwear and pushed them over her hips and down her legs. A sweet muffled moan drew his gaze. Miki’s head was turned to the side and Dayne had taken full advantage of the angle to kiss her senseless. Grant dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth to her pussy. Her scent surrounded him and her essence coated his tongue. Probing between her slick folds, he flicked at her clit. She jerked against him, her mound riding his face.
Grant held the backs of her thighs to keep her still while he ate his fill. Her flavour was like the finest wine, a mix of tart and sweet with an overlay of musk. He couldn’t get enough and pressed deeper. He glanced up to see Dayne sucking at her breast, her entire nipple consumed by his friend’s mouth. The sight was more erotically explosive than any porn movie he’d ever watched. His sac tightened, his shaft throbbed and pre-come seeped from the tip to soak the front of his boxers.
Miki’s fingernails dug into his scalp as she pumped her hips into his face. The sexy noises coming from her flowed over him, picked at his nerves with razor-sharp edges. Her responsiveness drove him wild. There was nowhere he touched that didn’t bring a reaction from her. A shiver, a sigh, a moan of pleasure. All his senses were on high alert as he concentrated on propelling her into bliss. Grant stroked his hands up the back of her thighs, taking them inwards so his fingers brushed the hot centre of her. His fingertips easily slipped through the soaked folds to circle her cunt and arse.
She writhed above him, her whole body straining against his and Dayne’s touch. His friend had moved behind her, held her up with his arms around her waist, her breasts cupped in his hands. Peering up, Grant could see Dayne’s mouth nibbling at her neck and his fingers tweaking her protruding nipples. Miki’s fingers tangled in Grant’s hair, wrenched at the strands as he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked the hard bundle with his tongue. He shoved two fingers into her cunt and felt the first tremors of her orgasm.
A harsh cry filled the room. The air was saturated with the scent of sex and sweat. Drenched with Miki. Her hips thrashed as he drove her on and her cream coated his face and hands. Strong muscles milked his fingers, clenched and released in a rolling wave that had his cock pulsating and blood boiling. Grant lifted his mouth from her sopping pussy but kept his fingers buried deep as the final ripples of her release died away. She went soft between them, Dayne’s arms around her middle and Grant’s hands now cupping her arse the only things keeping her upright.
Grant ground his teeth and fought his need to come, the possibility of embarrassing himself like a thirteen-year-old a near thing. Certain Dayne had hold of Miki, he got to his feet and pulled her into his arms. She rested her head on his chest, her breathing still short and shallow. A fine layer of sweat covered her skin,
and as her body cooled in the wake of her orgasm goose bumps sprang up. Dayne disappeared from the room and Grant dropped into a chair with Miki cradled in his lap.
Dayne returned with his robe and together they dressed her. The arms hung past her hands and Grant folded them back to her wrists. He was rock hard but he didn’t want to fuck her now. Instead he was content to hold her in his arms and finish his breakfast. The omelettes were probably stone cold by now, but they could fix that by zapping them in the microwave. Grant was just about to ask his mate to reheat their breakfast but Dayne was ahead of him. Gathering up the plates he walked over to the kitchen.
He thought Miki had fallen asleep. Her breathing had settled into a deep rhythm and she lay perfectly still against his chest. Grant ran his hand up and down her back, from neck to arse, he caressed her spine through the robe. Her hair brushed his chin and Grant dropped a kiss on the top of her head. A deep sigh raised her shoulders, rubbed her breasts on his abs, her nipples pressing into him. His cock jerked at the erotic caress but he was determined they finish breakfast before seeking his own satisfaction. And he knew just where he’d be doing it too. Once they’d eaten it would be time for a cleanup and it wasn’t just the dishes that needed a wash.
Mikaila knew she should get up. But after the orgasm Grant and Dayne had just given her she could barely lift her head, never mind stand on her own two feet. Her bones felt like melted chocolate, all warm and soft. Every inch of her skin tingled and she had pins and needles in her fingers and toes. The throbbing ache in her breasts and groin were a constant reminder of the mind-numbing pleasure these two men had delivered. Again. She’d be lucky if they didn’t kill her. Actually, she’d be damn lucky to die at their hands.
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Grant sat quietly, his hand sweeping up and down her spine in a soothing rhythm that would soon put her to sleep. Dayne was banging things around in the kitchen, but the noise sounded far away to her fogged senses. Miki snuggled into the plush robe they’d dressed her in, the soft material smelled of Dayne and sunshine. With her eyes closed, she relaxed into Grant’s warm embrace and let the beating of his heart lull her into that space between wake and sleep.
