by Rhian Cahill
“You keep saying that. What does it have to do with Frankie?”
“She’s Playgrounds for Hope. It’s a charity for underprivileged kids. We’ve been up and running for ten years now. Getting bigger and better every year too.”
“We? You’re part of it?”
“I donate time and my management skills to the organisation. Plus the occasional hands-on day. But that doesn’t happen very often because we’ve got a great group of volunteers who handle that end of it.”
She kept surprising him. Grant never would have guessed she’d be involved in something that huge. And he knew it was big because he knew what Playgrounds for Hope was, knew all about the wonderful things they did for kids below the poverty line. C.S. had even employed a couple of teenagers last year in one of the charity’s many drives to better the underprivileged’s lives. He and Dayne had already talked about hiring on more of the kids when they did the employment drive again this year and this new piece of information sealed the deal as far as he was concerned.
“Dinner,” Dayne yelled from the other end of the house. Grant rolled his eyes. It wouldn’t even occur to Dayne to walk over here and tell them.
Miki cuddled into Dayne’s side. She’d been asleep for about twenty minutes and he didn’t have the heart to wake her. They’d watched three movies, well two and a half. She hadn’t quite made the last one. Her legs were draped over Grant’s lap and his friend was idly rubbing her feet. Dayne reached for the remote and nearly toppled the bowl of leftover popcorn. Trying not to disturb Miki, he managed to save the popcorn and grab the remote. Angling the device at the far wall, he pressed a button and stopped the movie.
“We don’t want to watch the rest do we?”
Grant yawned. “No. I think it’s bedtime.”
“Yours?”
“There’s more room.”
“Carry or wake?”
“May as well go with what we’ve got.”
“Works for me.”
“Let me get up.” Grant lifted Miki’s legs and slid out from under her. “Okay, how do you want to do this?”
“I can carry her if you help me off the lounge, or you can take her and I’ll switch everything off and lock up.” Miki stirred and snuggled in closer.
“I’ll lock up. She looks too comfy to disturb.” With his hands on her waist, Grant took enough of Miki’s weight for Dayne to scoot forward and get an arm under her legs. Turning her into his chest, he pushed to his feet with Grant steadying them both. “Got her?”
“Yeah.” Dayne stepped across the room with a sleeping Miki.
“I’ll be in as soon as I’ve switched off and locked up.” Grant followed behind, flicking the switch to cut the power to the media room as he went.
He walked down the dim hallway and into Grant’s room. Moonlight flooded through the windows, illuminating the area so lights weren’t necessary. Beyond the open shutters Dayne could see the star-filled sky. One thing he loved about summer storms was the gorgeous just-washed look they gave the sky once they moved on. The bed dominated the room. Until this weekend with Miki he’d thought Grant’s huge handmade bed frame a waste of space. Now he could fully appreciate the large-size mattress.
Laying her gently on the bed, Dayne reached over to pull back one side of the covers. He was about to move her over when Grant came in.
“Should get her out of those clothes, she’ll be more comfortable without them on.” His friend stripped off his shirt as he headed for the bathroom.
“I’m getting there,” Dayne whispered so he didn’t wake her.
Slipping the sweats down her legs was easy once he pulled the drawstring loose. The shirt was another matter. He’d have to get it over her arms and head, and for the life of him he couldn’t see how it was possible without waking Miki up. Dayne was still pondering the dilemma when Grant came to bed.
“What are you waiting for?”
Dayne stared at his friend. What the hell was he waiting for? “I didn’t want to wake her.” His explanation sounded stupid to his own ears, he could only imagine what Grant thought.
“If we do it quickly she won’t wake. Or at least not enough to stay awake,” Grant said as he climbed on the opposite side of the bed.
Stripping out of his clothes, Dayne kneeled on the edge of the mattress and reached for the hem of Miki’s shirt. “You lift her up, I’ll take it off.”
Grant slid his hands under her top and picked her up. Dayne raised the shirt past her stomach and chest but it got tangled up around her shoulders as he tried to pull her arms free.
“Hey.” Her sleepy voice held confusion.
“You need to get undressed. It’s bedtime,” Dayne said.
“Did the movie finish already?”
Grant chuckled. “Yes, Miki, the movie finished.”
“Can we watch another one?”
“Miki, it’s after midnight. Time for sleep.” Dayne managed to untangle her arms and slip the shirt over her head.
“Okay.”
Miki curled on her side and laid her head on the pillow. He thought she’d gone to sleep again but then her eyelids fluttered open and she gazed at him. Dayne wasn’t sure what was going through her mind and didn’t think he’d be happy if he knew. Confusion and sadness swirled in the bottomless blue of her eyes.
“I wasn’t going to stay another night.”
His chest constricted. “No?”
She shook her head. “It’s far too easy to stay.”
“There’s nothing easy about you being here,” Dayne whispered.
Her eyes full of resignation, she murmured, “I know.”
“We’ll make it work, Miki.” Grant leaned against the headboard.
“How?” She turned to look over her shoulder. “How does anyone make something like this work, Grant? Thinking we can have any more than this one weekend is foolish and stupid. Someone is bound to get hurt if not all of us. I can’t pretend this could be something it can’t. I’ll never do that again.”
Dayne caressed her cheek with a fingertip. “Why not just live in the moment? Enjoy what we have and worry about the rest when it comes. You can’t deny you want to be here, Miki.”
“I’m not.” She leaned her face into his palm, rubbed against him like a cat. “There’s no doubt for any of us that I want to be here, with both of you, but this isn’t the real world. We’ve wrapped ourselves in a bubble and the minute we step outside the whole thing will burst.”
He hated the pain on her face, in her eyes, but he couldn’t think of any words that would make it go away. The ones he wanted to utter would only send her running, and she was close to doing that now.
“We stepped outside today, Miki, and nothing came crashing down.”
Grant’s words were true, they had ventured out as a threesome. Sure, they hadn’t really pushed any social boundaries, but they’d made a start.
Dayne stretched out next to Miki and propped his head on one hand while stroking her arm with the other. The silkiness of her skin intrigued him—the covering of fine hair, the sprinkle of freckles in a multitude of browns and reds on a backdrop of milky white. Dayne could spend forever exploring every inch of her.
“Do you really think we can take today as the norm?” Miki asked.
“No, but then even in the most normal circumstances not every day is a picnic.” Dayne argued.
Miki yawned, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.
“Let’s not talk about it now. You’re tired and things never look good when you’re wrung out.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Come on, curl up and go to sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”
She wiggled over until she was snuggled up against his chest. Dayne wrapped one arm around her waist and the other one under the pillow they shared. Grant slid down and spooned himself to Miki’s back. He didn’t mind that his hand touched Grant’s stomach or that Grant’s hand lay on Dayne’s waist. It felt right for the three of them to be connected in such a way. Miki’s soft breath ruffled th
e hair on his chest, tickled his nipple and heated his blood, sending arousal through his veins.
His body may want her, but Dayne knew none of them needed another hot and heavy session right now. If they had any hope of taking things to the next level they had to push aside the physical and focus on the emotional. They knew they worked well together in bed, too well to some extent, and it was overshadowing the rest of what they had. From now on he’d concentrate on wooing her heart. He knew they already had her body.
Chapter Seven
Grant woke as the sun peeked over the horizon and shone in through the windows. He should get up and close the shutters before the light got too bright and disturbed Miki or Dayne. But pulling himself away from the warm bundle of woman next to him didn’t appeal at all. Her scent surrounded him, filled his room until all he could think about was rolling on top of her and sinking deep inside her warm body. She lay sprawled on her back, naked except for the two arms draped across her stomach. It should be strange to have his best friend asleep on the other side of her, but the only thing he felt at the moment was contentment.
The room grew lighter and he knew it was time to force himself to move or risk Miki waking and leaving. Last night, before they’d gone to sleep, she’d questioned what was happening between them, and with the rising of the sun those concerns would be back. Grant would do anything to put off the conversation that might result in her walking away. With a sigh, he rolled over and sat up. He pushed off the bed and took a step when Miki’s voice stopped him.
“Where are you going?”
The sleepy rumble vibrated in his ears and rolled through him with a shudder. He closed his eyes, savouring the sound of Miki first thing in the morning. He turned to take in the sight of her in his bed—eyes closed, one arm flung above her head and the other draped across her breasts.
“Closing the shutters before the sun really comes up.”
“It’s morning?” Her nose and eyes crinkled up.
“No. Pretend you never saw the light,” Dayne grumbled from the other side of the bed.
“Easy to do. I haven’t opened my eyes yet.” She stretched both arms over her head and arched her back off the bed. “Oh God, I hurt all over. What the hell did we do…?”
Grant watched Miki flush from her toes to her head, the blush turning her freckled complexion a delicate crimson. He forgot all about the shutters. In a second, Grant found himself back on the bed, hands either side of her head with his lips slanting over hers. Nothing mattered except tasting her, taking her. His tongue dipped deep, stroked across her teeth to slide over the smooth flesh beyond. She moaned and the sound caught in their mouths as the kiss went on and on.
The bed beside them sank as Dayne moved closer. Grant felt his friends’ hair brush his chest as Dayne sought Miki’s breasts with his mouth. Pulling his lips from hers, Grant licked and nipped his way over her chin and down the smooth column of her throat. At the bottom of that sleek line he sucked on the shallow indent where her pulse beat at a frantic pace, before tracing the tip of his tongue along her collarbone. She gasped and arched beneath him when he sank his teeth into her shoulder. Lapping at his mark, Grant soothed the small pain and continued on lower.
Dayne moved higher, took his turn at her mouth, and Grant made a bee-line for the sweet nipple standing at attention. The hard bud stabbed into his tongue and he sucked it to the roof of his mouth, pressing and suckling for long drawn-out minutes. He feasted, licked and nibbled the supple mound of her breast, only to return time and again to that tortured peak. Miki made erotic little noises as she squirmed beneath him. Grant groaned around her flesh, her skin vibrating under his lips.
“Oh, God. Do that again,” Miki pleaded breathlessly.
Whether it was a cry for him or Dayne to repeat their actions, Grant didn’t know and didn’t care. He had plans to explore more of her. Each rib drew his lips, his tongue, his teeth. Grant glanced up to watch her face as he traced the dip of her bellybutton. Dayne leaned in to catch her soft cry when Grant nipped at her hipbone. Caught by the perfect slope between body and thigh, he nuzzled and kissed his way south.
The scent of her arousal surrounded him and her pussy sparkled with the evidence of her pleasure. Grant nudged her legs apart and slid his fingers through the soaked folds of her slit. She bucked into his hand and ground her cunt on his probing digits. Covered with her wet heat, he pushed her towards release. He stroked in and out, two fingers, three.
“Please.” Miki writhed on the bed, her hips undulating against his touch.
“Please what, Miki?” Dayne rose to his knees beside her. “What do you want?”
“More. Please, Dayne. Grant. More,” she panted.
Dayne reached over, grabbed a condom from the bedside table and he threw it at Grant before leaning back to retrieve another one. Grant pulled his fingers from her clenching channel and quickly sheathed his pulsing cock. Miki wrapped her legs around his hips and, pressing her feet into his arse, she dragged him closer. His latex-covered length slid in her thick cream, back and forth, as he teased them both. Then, with a growl, Grant lined himself up and drove into her.
Both of them moaned as her muscles clung to his invading shaft. Balls deep, he held still, riveted by the feel of her wet heat surrounding him. She bucked off the bed, forcing his length deeper. Control snapped. He retreated, advanced, retreated. The slick glide of rippling walls set a fire in his groin. Miki met him thrust for thrust—both taking and giving in equal measure. Grant ground his pelvis into hers, pressed his weight down and drove her into the mattress.
He glanced up, saw Dayne guiding Miki’s mouth to his cock and Grant shuddered at the sight. She went willingly, her tongue darting out to swipe at the plump head before her damp lips parted around his friend’s girth and sucked him in.
Dayne threw his head back and groaned. “God, yes. You feel so good.”
Grant timed his thrusts with Dayne’s and watched his friend fuck her mouth. They set an insistent rhythm and continued to plunge into her body with increasing speed.
“Flick the head with your tongue.” Dayne’s hands were tangled in Miki’s hair. “Oh yeah.”
Miki moaned around Dayne’s cock. Her head bobbed up and down on the pillow and her hips bucked off the bed, meeting them both with equal demand.
His balls ached and his sac tightened, tucked close to his body. Straining, Grant concentrated on holding off his orgasm until Miki reached hers. He squeezed a hand between them, found her clit and stroked the hard knot. Her body jerked and she lost her suction on Dayne’s cock as she cried out with her release. The walls of her cunt clamped around him, seized his shaft before fluttering wildly along the entire length. He drove on, pounding into her as he lost sight and came with a roar in his ears.
Grant collapsed forward, buried in her pulsing channel, his testicles emptied out. Surge after surge of sperm filled the condom. Miki gasped for air beneath him, and with the last of his energy, he pulled free and rolled aside.
Dayne rolled the protection down his length, his hands shaking. He leapt from the bed, grabbed Miki’s ankles and flipped her over as he hauled her to the edge. Raising her hips, Dayne brought her to her knees and stepped into her waiting warmth. The first brush of his cock on her wet folds sent a lightning bolt up his spine. Sweat coated his back and chest, trickled down his face. She made him hotter than a furnace in hell, but he embraced the burn. Nothing felt better than the fire that exploded to life whenever he touched her.
She moaned, her back arched and her shoulders dropped to the bed, her face pressed into the sheet. The round curve of her arse surged towards him, her slick pussy sucking at his erection, the crown sinking inside her tight channel. With a groan, he flexed his hips and drove his cock into her clenching depths. Scorched from root to tip, he let the blaze capture him.
Already on the edge from the attention of Miki’s mouth, Dayne clung to the rim as he slammed into her. Two thrusts, three. Four, five. He ground his teeth, bit his tongue, but n
othing could mask the sheer pleasure of fucking Miki. With embarrassing speed, he toppled over, racked by shudders, his vision blurred along with his mind. Slumping forward, he curled an arm around her waist and searched for that spot that would have her joining him in bliss.
Dayne stroked her clit in the same rhythm as his cock stroked in and out of her cunt. Her muscles contracted, clamping and releasing his length in a wave of pure insanity. Miki came and every nerve ending exploded with the final burst of come squeezed from his balls as she convulsed around him. He was rocked by the intensity and his hips jerked uncontrollably, his breath caught and his knees buckled. They collapsed onto the mattress, both trembling with the final spasms of release and gasping for air.
Still buried in her pussy, his cock jerked as the blood drained away and he slipped free of her hold. Dayne pushed up on his arms, muscles shaking, and lifted the bulk of his weight off her. He stepped back on unsteady legs and fell to the bed beside her.
“Jesus.”
“Mmm.” Dayne couldn’t even form a word. That had to be the single most mind-blowing sex he’d ever had, and they’d done plenty of mind blowing this past weekend.
“Fuck, that was hot to watch,” Grant growled from somewhere above him.
“Hope you got a good look because there won’t be a repeat performance.” Dayne’s gut cramped at Miki’s words.
“Why the hell not?” Grant’s tone was fraught with anxiety.
“I think I’m dead,” Miki gasped. “Can’t have sex if I’m dead.”
Thank God. For a second Dayne thought she meant it was over. It couldn’t be over. The sex was getting hotter every time, and his suspicion of how he felt about Miki was now fact. He was in love with her. There was no mistaking what he suddenly knew to the very marrow of his bones.
He rolled over, tugged Miki into his arms and cuddled her close. They lay crossways on the bed and Grant scooted around to join them. Spooning along her back, his best friend slung his arm over both of them, his hand planted firmly in the middle of Dayne’s back. His heart pinched. This is what he wanted every day for the rest of his life, and he’d be fucked if he let anything or anyone get in the way of them being together.
