Dare to be Three (Dare Menage Series Book 3)

by Jeanne St. James

  Watching Graedon take control of his wife in bed, watching her shatter into pieces as she orgasmed over and over, had driven him over the edge too. He had been caught with his pants down. Literally.

  Connor smiled to himself. Even though he’d been bi-curious for as long as he could remember, he never did anything about it—besides flirt with his brother-in-law, Ty. So he wasn’t sure, when it came down to it, if he would even enjoy having sexual contact with another man. Yes, he’d been attracted to other men, but actually giving a blowjob, or eventually having sex with one, had been questionable.

  However, it ended up feeling right, only natural, when he took Graedon into his mouth and ultimately swallowed the man’s release. It hadn’t bothered him one bit, and he actually enjoyed it. He also felt proud that he hadn’t gagged once.

  “What are you smiling about?” Paige smacked him on the ass as she moved by him.

  “The other night.”

  Paige froze mid-step and turned toward him. “So, we’re good, right?”

  “Good? Me and you? Of course.”

  “Well, that too. But I’m really asking if you think he’s the right one.”

  “I think so. Though, it was only one evening,” he answered.

  “You never asked me how I felt about the whole thing.”

  “Paige. I didn’t have to. I saw everything that happened. There was nothing but pleasure on your face during and satisfaction after.”

  Not to mention, the excitement of anticipation beforehand.

  He loved that his wife was passionate enough to go on this journey with him. Her loving sex definitely helped. He wasn’t worried about Paige and Graedon getting together when he was out of town because their relationship was solid. They were still as sexually attracted to each other now as when they met. He was truly a lucky man.

  His wife moved around the kitchen while preparing breakfast and he watched her. Her ass, the bounce of her breasts, the swing of her hips, and the toss of her head. It made him want to take her right there on the counter. Or the floor. Or the kitchen table.

  “What’s your plans for today?” she asked, her back still to him.

  Connor moved up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, placing a kiss on her bare shoulder. He loved when she wore old, worn tank tops with no bra. Her nipples pressed through the thin fabric. He tweaked one hard. “First, I may have to bend you over and fuck you.”

  She turned her head and grinned at him. “That will take all of five minutes. Then what?”

  This time Connor spanked her on the ass, causing her to jump and squeal before laughing. She pushed her hips back against him playfully.

  “I don’t know. You want to do something?” he asked.

  “Call Graedon and have copious amounts of sex?”

  “Sure. But I think we need to get together with him again and find out more about him first. Don’t you?”

  “We can do that between rounds of sweaty sex,” she suggested, laughter in her voice.

  “I’d rather have you to myself this morning.” He pushed her tank top up and over her breasts, kneading the soft flesh. “Turn the stove off.”

  She did as he suggested and then turned in his arms to face him.

  Connor brushed his hard-on against her. “That’s not morning wood, babe. That’s all you,” he told her.

  “Hmm. That’s what all the men say.”

  “All the men. Right. Just one. Well, and now Graedon.” He steered her to the counter island and cleared it with his arm before lifting her enough to settle her ass on it. “Maybe I should’ve taken your pants off first,” he said.

  Hooking her fingers into the waistband of her yoga pants, she wiggled out of them. She threw them on his head, laughing. “There.” Since she always went commando under her yoga pants, she had nothing else to do but spread her knees to give him full access. She gave him a come-hither smile and leaned back on her elbows. “What are you waiting for?”

  His wife wore only the white tank, the dark pink color of her nipples visible through the fabric—a sight that never tired him. She remained as sexy as the day he saw her at the stadium she’d been working at. She had been dirty, sweaty, and like a pissed off hellcat since her and Logan had been stuck doing all the sod-laying. But, damn, the moment he saw her, he knew she was the one.

  “You’re beautiful, babe,” he murmured against her lips. He kissed her lips, her chin, then down her neck. Pushing the tank top up over her breasts once more, he kissed each one gently. “You liked it rough with Graedon, didn’t you?”

  “Yes,” she hissed, curling her fingers around his head and pulling him closer.

  “You want me to be more like that?”

  “Connor, I want you to be you.”

  He shucked the long shorts he wore and ripped down his boxer briefs. His erection poked her inner thigh as he shifted into place until he could feel her heat and slick arousal. “Should I feel guilty that I’m fucking my own wife without Graedon here?”

  “Never,” she murmured.

  He pushed inside her slowly, savoring the warm tightness surrounding him, a wet fist clenched snugly around his length. Every time Connor was inside his wife, he felt like he was home. With a grunt, he settled fully inside her, not moving for a moment. They had all the time in the world this morning since they had no plans. He wanted to enjoy every second of being a part of Paige.

  When she wiggled impatiently beneath him, he began to move. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she tried to pull him closer, deeper.

  “Patience, Paige. There’s no rush.” He kissed down her belly.

  “Shut up and fuck me.”

  She always made him laugh and he did so now. Paige never minced words. He tightened his fingers around her hips and held her in place when he pounded her, her body jerking with each hard thrust.

  Her cell phone vibrated across the counter, then again, moving closer to where they were. It bumped against Paige’s ribcage and went silent.

  Connor ignored it, gritting his teeth as he gave his wife one hundred percent of his attention. His hair fell across his forehead as he picked up the pace, making the small of her back bow. They knew each other inside and out; he knew what she liked and what she needed to make her come. He tilted his hips slightly and dug his fingers deeper into her flesh. He dropped his head to her chest and squeezed his eyes shut. The sounds coming out of Paige’s mouth were about to be his undoing. She clamped down tighter. Her legs, her arms, her pussy, until he couldn’t hold on any longer.

  Luckily, Paige tensed and cried out, “I’m coming,” just as he lost himself deep within her. He stilled, and her body went boneless underneath him. She released a long sigh.

  “I’ll have that type of breakfast any day of the week,” he murmured against her heated skin.

  “Mmm, yeah. I agree.” She wiped a hand across her forehead, whisking away the sweat. She was in no rush to move, nor was he.

  Then her phone buzzed again, against her side. She cursed and grabbed it, glancing at the screen. “Fuck,” Paige whispered as she read the text. She handed him the phone.

  Graedon. He was inviting them on his boat for the day since it was an unusually warm spring day.

  “It’s like he knew what we were doing.” Connor suddenly felt guilty, even though he knew the thought was ridiculous. He moved away from Paige, grabbing some wet paper towels to clean himself up with, handing her a handful also.

  “That’s crazy,” Paige said, sliding off the counter to pull her yoga pants back on.

  “Right?”

  “Disinfect the counter while I finish making breakfast.”

  “I’m hungrier now than ever,” he said.

  Paige glanced at the clock on the stove. “See? Five minutes.”

  “Funny.” Actually, it wasn’t. Especially, since another man was in the picture who appeared to have better control than he did.

  Paige patted his arm as he tugged on his shorts. “It’s not a competition, honey. I’m just busting y
our balls.”

  “I know.” But he didn’t feel any better about it. They couldn’t ignore Graedon’s text, though. “Do you want to go?”

  “It’s Saturday. You’re in town. We have no plans.” She peeked out of the window over the sink. “It looks like it’s going to be a beautiful day. I say yes.”

  “You want to text him back?”

  Before Paige could answer, the phone vibrated again. She looked at the caller ID and swiped her finger across the screen. “Hey, I was just about to text you back.”

  Connor watched a range of emotions cross his wife’s face as she spoke to Graedon. He got impatient listening to the one-sided conversation. He mouthed “speaker phone” to her and she obliged.

  Graedon’s deep, rich voice came through the little speaker giving her an address where to meet him.

  “Do you want us to bring anything?” Paige asked.

  “Just yourselves. I’ve got everything else covered. Don’t bother with bathing suits either. The water is too cold.”

  Last thing Connor needed was to get into cold water and shrivel up to a peanut next to the definitely larger man. He already didn’t feel thrilled with his lack of endurance this morning.

  “Okay, what time do you want us there?”

  “One. I’ll meet you in the parking lot of the yacht club and escort you down to the dock since you need a key card to access it.”

  Paige eyeballed him to see if he was thinking the same thing. Yacht club. Key card. He probably didn’t have a little dinghy.

  “Sounds good. We’ll be there at one.”

  “Don’t let her be late, Connor,” came Graedon’s warning from the phone.

  See? He knew somehow that they’d just had sex. Paige hadn’t told him either since Connor had been standing next to her in the kitchen.

  “I’m never late,” Paige complained.

  “Connor?”

  He chuckled. “We’ll be there on time. I promise.”

  Graedon disconnected the phone without so much as a goodbye.

  Paige sat at the bow of the boat, her hair blowing behind her as she lifted her face to the sun. Even though it felt warmer than the usual spring day, the breeze out on the lake was a bit cooler. But it still felt good. The bitter cold of winter was long gone and the hot humid days were around the corner. She hoped their new lover would take them out on the boat again when it was warm enough to swim.

  The size of the boat was impressive even though it wasn’t quite a yacht. It was large enough to haul quite a bunch of people and it had a master stateroom—as Graedon called the bedroom, a galley kitchen, and a full bathroom or head, below. All perfectly clean and every stainless-steel surface shined. He seemed very particular with his possessions.

  She felt certain it applied to his human “possessions” also.

  While she enjoyed the view as he skippered the boat around the lake, Connor was back at the wheel with Graedon as he taught him the ins and outs of boating.

  Paige decided to stay away while the men took the time to bond.

  Graedon had been pleased to see them arrive with a couple minutes to spare and greeted them with a large smile. He kissed her directly on the lips, lingering longer than a kiss in a normal greeting. Then he shook Connor’s hand. She guessed it would have been weird if he also had kissed Connor hello.

  What was the protocol to greet another male lover, especially after Connor had his mouth around Graedon’s cock and had swallowed the man’s load?

  Is there some sort of after-blowjob etiquette?

  Paige laughed into the wind, brushing the hair out of her face. When the day ended, it would be full of knots, but she didn’t care. She felt completely relaxed and stress-free. She took a deep breath to inhale the fresh, cool air.

  Graedon approached her along the port side of the boat. The nautical term was the very first thing Graedon had taught them. The port side was left, the starboard right, the bow the front, the stern the back. If that was all she had to learn today, she was fine with it. Let the men do their manly thing.

  She turned her head, her hair whipping her face sharply, to watch him move with ease along the walkway to the bow, even though the water was a little choppy.

  He wore another snug long-sleeve Henley, this time a shade of pink, salmon maybe, with the sleeves pushed halfway up his muscular arms. It highlighted the dark tone of his skin, pulling out the eggplant undertones. Yes, he didn’t seem a man worried about being judged for wearing pink. More men would wear the color if they looked as good as he did.

  His thick, muscular legs were encased in black jeans and his feet bare. He settled next to her on the raised center of the bow, nudging her over with his hip.

  “Shouldn’t you be driving this thing?” she asked, surprised and a little worried he left her husband in charge.

  “Connor has it.”

  “Really? You sure you want him in control of this—what, a hundred grand, at least—boat? I hope you have insurance.”

  Graedon chuckled, his lips broadening enough to show his bright white teeth. ”He’ll be fine. We’re in deep open water. Nothing to hit but maybe another boat.”

  “Oh, that’s reassuring.”

  Graedon reached out to her, tucking a wild strand of hair behind her ear. It didn’t stay there very long. “Don’t bite your lip. Connor and I should be the only ones biting it.”

  Paige hadn’t even realized she’d been doing it. Bad habit. She stopped abruptly.

  “That’s better. You have beautifully curved lips made to pleasure a man.”

  She smiled at him. “Like Connor did to you?”

  He didn’t answer for a moment but instead looked away out over the water. Was he ashamed of liking men? He hadn’t really discussed it. Which seemed sort of odd. No. Can’t be. This man couldn’t be embarrassed at anything he did. He would own every decision he made.

  He finally looked back at her and ran his thumb over her lip. “I look forward to you doing what he did. Perhaps when we stop at one of the secluded coves and anchor.”

  She shivered with anticipation. “Everything he did to you he learned from me, I’ll have you know. Don’t forget, you are the first man he’s been with.”

  “I haven’t forgotten.” He grabbed the back of her neck and tilted her head back enough to stare intently into her eyes. “Why didn’t you answer the first time I called this morning?”

  “I was making breakfast.”

  His fingers dug firmly into her skin. “That all?”

  Paige’s breath quickened. “No.”

  “Was he fucking you?”

  Her heart thudded. “Yes.”

  “Where?”

  “In the kitchen.”

  “Where?”

  “On the island.” Suddenly, she imagined Graedon taking her on the counter, his muscles flexing as he pumped into her, bringing her to orgasm.

  “Did you come?”

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  “How many times?”

  “Once.”

  Graedon leaned in and softly brushed her lips with his. “I would’ve made you come at least twice.” He released her abruptly.

  She swallowed hard, gathering her wits. “As I had to remind Connor, this isn’t a competition. It won’t work if you two make it into one.”

  “That is correct. However, the agreement was as long as I’m in town, I must be included. When Connor is in town, he must be.”

  Paige pinned her lips together. “Yes, I agree. But it was spur of the moment.”

  “So if I took you here on the bow of the boat, right now, that would be fine with Connor?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Should I go ask him?”

  Paige pinned her eyebrows together. “No.”

  “So, you understand my dilemma?”

  “Yes.”

  “He has access to you more since you live together. This may be a problem.”

  The last thing Paige wanted to do was move in with a man they just met. She also
knew Connor would not agree to that either. But she understood where he was coming from. She knew from Logan’s relationship that everything had to be equal and out in the open. Otherwise, Logan, Ty, and Quinn’s relationship would have failed by now. They knew how to balance everything.

  She may have to have a conversation with her brother.

  No. Yuck.

  Maybe Quinn. Yes, Quinn made more sense. Paige was close enough to her sister-in-law to ask her those types of questions. “What do you suggest?” she asked the man who studied her face intently. She schooled her expression.

  “I’ll give it some thought.”

  You do that.

  “Excuse me, while I go take over the helm. I’ll take us to a cove where we can enjoy some of the lunch I had specially made for us.” He leaned over and gave her a deeper kiss this time, his tongue sliding along her lips before he broke away and stood up with a snap of his spine. “Relax and enjoy the ride. We should be at our destination in about fifteen minutes.”

  Aye, aye, Captain. She resisted the urge to salute him. “Graedon,” she called out as he started to work his way back to the stern.

  He turned slightly toward her.

  “Thank you for this. For today.”

  Graedon tilted his head in acknowledgment. “The day isn’t over yet.” He continued on, leaving her alone at the bow.

  No, the day certainly wasn’t over yet. Paige wondered what else he had planned.

  Chapter 5

  Grae sipped at the Cristal Champagne he had poured, the red raspberries at the bottom of the flute causing bubbles to float up the delicate glass. The three of them sat relaxed at the open stern of the boat, content after filling themselves with the prepared lunch he brought with him.

  He loved this boat, but he didn’t use it nearly enough. However, it had been the perfect excuse to get together with Paige and Connor. Usually, he went out in it by himself to escape work. Occasionally, he anchored in a cove and slept overnight in the cabin. Something about being on the water gave him the best sleep. Sometimes, he just needed that, to sleep like the dead.

  Ever since meeting the married couple, he’d had trouble sleeping. Today his intention was just a day trip unless he dropped them off and came back out on his own. A possibility he may have to consider.