Dare to be Three (Dare Menage Series Book 3)

by Jeanne St. James

  “Full.”

  She released a breath, desperately wanting to believe that was a good sign.

  “Answer my question, Paige.” He stepped over to her, almost toe to toe, looking down, searching her face.

  “Yes, Grae. We love you. We’re here for you. We want you to be a part of our lives. Whether you believe it or not, that was never a question for us. But we need you to want to be here. We want you to be happy.” A rogue tear escaped, and she wiped it away quickly. “I’m sorry if you’ve ever felt excluded.” She placed her hands on his chest, and his heartbeat was rapid and strong beneath her palm.

  With a quickness she wasn’t expecting, he snagged her wrists and pulled her to him tight. He pressed his lips to the top of her head. “You belong to me, Paige.” His voice sounded low, muffled in her hair. “So does Connor.”

  “Yes,” she hissed softly. She wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezing him and never wanting to let him go.

  “We belong to each other,” he continued. “It’s the only way this will ever work.”

  “Yes. The three of us belong to each other,” she repeated. She tilted her face up to him.

  Grae lowered his head until his lips were just a breath away. “God, I can’t believe how much I love you,” he murmured.

  She would address why he couldn’t believe it later because right now she just felt happy that he did. “We need to call Connor.”

  “No, we don’t,” he said.

  She stared at him curiously.

  He glanced at his watch. “He’ll be here soon. I called him and told him to cut his trip short and get home as soon as possible.”

  She gave him a relieved smile and looked up into his dark eyes. “Kiss me,” she breathed.

  Then he did.

  Grae crushed his lips against hers, parting them with her tongue to explore her mouth. Their tongues tangled and he deepened the kiss until she was breathless. Her body hummed with wanting him, needing to feel his warm skin against hers.

  “Can I join in?” Connor asked from the hallway. His voice held a little bit of excitement and also some relief.

  Grae stepped back to open up their embrace and held out a hand to Connor. “Absolutely.”

  With a wide smile, Connor crushed the three of them together in an awkward hug. They took turns kissing each other and laughing because it was the dorkiest thing ever, at least to Paige anyway.

  Then the laughter turned to sighs and moans as things got serious. Two weeks had been too long without Grae in their bed.

  They pulled at each other’s clothes until the living room was littered. They licked, kissed, nipped, touched, stroked, and plucked until they fell into a heap on the floor.

  Grae’s cock was heavy with need, pressing against Paige’s thigh. Connor’s erection was as hard as steel sliding along her belly. She wanted one of them inside her, and she didn’t care who.

  No, she didn’t want one of them, she wanted both. Her realization made her pussy clench, becoming slick.

  She pulled her mouth away from Connor’s chest. “I want you both.”

  “We want you too.” Connor groaned as Grae stroked his length.

  “No. Both.”

  Grae lifted his head. “Like the fantasy you told me?”

  “Yes. We haven’t done it yet.”

  “What are we waiting for?” Connor asked. “You want us to tie you up too?”

  “Yes. Spank me, fuck me, tie me up. I want it all.”

  “Jesus,” Connor whispered, looking at Grae as if checking to see if he heard the same thing.

  Grae gave him a little nod.

  “Here or in the bedroom?”

  “In the bedroom,” Grae answered. “I have an idea.”

  The words I have an idea sent lightning through Paige’s core.

  Holy shit, this was really going to happen!

  Grae stood, pulled Paige into his arms, and picked her up like she was as light as a feather. He looked at Connor, who still laid on the floor, with impatience. “Let’s go.”

  Connor chuckled at the roughness of Grae’s command. “Don’t worry. There is no way in hell that I’m missing out on this.”

  They went into the bedroom and Grae placed her on her feet. He told Connor to get the condoms and lube out of the drawer, while Grae dug through Connor’s closet for ties.

  “Oh, no. Not that one. It’s my favorite,” Connor said as Grae pulled a couple out of the closet.

  Grae hung it back up and grabbed another, showing them to Connor for approval.

  Connor nodded. Holding a strip of condoms and a bottle of Astroglide, he came to the end of the bed, where Paige stood. He threw the items onto the mattress and stepped behind her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he licked along the back of her neck, nuzzling her hair to the side. Then he laid kisses along her spine, making her shiver, hardening her nipples to points.

  Grae stepped in front of her, three neckties in his hands.

  Paige stared at them with nervous excitement, wondering why he needed three. She was sure she would find out before long. She took in the size of Grae’s erection. “Uh, maybe we should first figure out who is going where.”

  Grae slid one necktie around her throat, tightening it slightly. “Don’t worry about that. We’ll figure it out.”

  The narrow fabric of Connor’s tie closed in around her neck until it was snug. Paige didn’t panic because it was Grae. She trusted him. He would never do anything to hurt her.

  He let the one end go, and the silky fabric slid along her skin, giving her goosebumps.

  He handed one of the ties to Connor. “Tie her arms behind her.”

  “We’re not tying her to the bed?” he asked, surprised.

  “No. Not for what I have planned.”

  Paige’s knees buckled, and Grae caught her, holding her weight up while Connor took her wrists then placed them at the small of her back, wrapping the fabric around, binding her hands together.

  When he released her, she tested the knot, and it held. Her breath became shallow, and she began to tremble, keeping her gaze locked on Grae. He brushed the next tie over her parted lips and for a moment, she thought he would gag her.

  But he swept it along her cheek, one side then the other. Then down, moving the silk over her puckered nipples and between her breasts, teasing her. He traced the tip of it down her belly and brushed it between her legs along her crease.

  Paige bit her bottom lip.

  Grae quickly noticed. “You do want to be spanked, don’t you?” His eyes were dark and hooded as his erection twitched.

  She assumed it was from the thought of him slapping his palm against her ass. “Yes.”

  He handed the second tie to Connor. “Blindfold her.”

  Connor did as he was told, the bedroom and her men disappearing as he tightened the fabric over her eyes. Her breathing shallowed.

  She’d never, ever been blindfolded before.

  Now she was forced to use her other senses to figure out what they were doing. Her nostrils flared to take in their scents. Her hearing became attuned to every minor movement of their bodies, their breathing. Until her eyes were covered, she didn’t even realize how heavy Connor was breathing or the raggedness of Grae’s.

  She waited for Connor or Grae to ask her if she felt sure she wanted this. But they didn’t. Most likely, they didn’t want her to have second thoughts.

  Grae slithered the remaining tie around her waist like a snake, down her thighs, around her knees, in between her ankles.

  There was no way he was going to hobble her. That would make it difficult for them to fuck her. Especially both of them. At the same time.

  Her body quaked at the image of them both being inside her. She gasped and squeezed her eyes tighter underneath the makeshift blindfold. Paige could feel the movement of air against her heated skin as Grae stood.

  “Gag her.”

  Cloth slid into her mouth, against her tongue, between her teeth. She felt like a horse with a b
it in its mouth. She guessed it was fitting since they were about to ride her.

  Suddenly they were gone. The air around her empty as she stood bound, blind, and mute at the end of the bed.

  Arousal dampened her inner thighs as she waited.

  Then she heard the sound of kissing and groaning. And she cursed the blindfold. She couldn’t see her men’s mouths on each other, the explorations of their tongues. Their hard lengths pressing against each other.

  The gag kept her from complaining.

  Grae murmured something to Connor.

  Paige strained to hear what it was. Damn it, she couldn’t even demand that he tell her. She was under their complete control by being helpless. She screamed around the gag.

  The response she got was a chuckle out of Grae. “Ah. Someone is getting impatient.”

  Getting? She was already there.

  “Connor, sit on the edge of the bed.”

  Paige could feel them moving around her. One of them grabbed her—Grae, she thought—and positioned her facing the bed. Then she felt Connor’s thighs on each side of hers. His hands cupped her breasts, and his lips captured a nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth, his fingers tugging and twisting the other one.

  Grae’s erection pressed into the crease of her ass momentarily as he kissed along her back, his hands smoothing along her ribs, waist, and then hips. He reached between her thighs, testing her wetness and made a sound of approval. His long fingers traced along the edges of her swollen lips, finding her clit—so sensitive to his touch.

  She jerked as he circled it, the pressure hard and relentless. Her gasp muffled by the necktie as he plunged two fingers inside her.

  “She’s so ready for you to take her,” he told Connor.

  She clamped down on his fingers as he worked them in and out.

  Connor dropped to his knees at her feet and, within seconds, he had his mouth on her, sucking her clit, flicking her with his tongue.

  Ah fuck. She was going to come, and she couldn’t tell them not to stop until she did. She couldn’t encourage Grae to fuck her harder and faster with his fingers. The tension at her center kept building, and her thighs began to tremble. She slammed her head back against Grae’s chest. His arm wrapped around the front of her shoulders, holding her tight against him as he and Connor worked their magic.

  Her hands were pinned behind her, between their bodies. She wiggled her fingers trying to reach him, trying to find his cock. But he was just out of reach. She screamed again in frustration, and the scream turned into a groan as an orgasm rippled through her. Connor grabbed her behind the thighs and Grae tightened his hold on her to keep her from collapsing. When the last waves of climax waned, Grae slipped his fingers from her and Connor moved away.

  “Sit back on the bed.” Grae’s voice sounded rough, low and close to her ear.

  The bed groaned when Connor settled back into position.

  With hands on her hips, Grae moved her forward. “Grab her arms to help her.”

  “Baby, climb up on my lap,” Connor coaxed her, with a grip on her elbows. As she settled on his lap, he groaned, “That’s it. Fuck, I can feel how wet you are.” She straddled him, the length of his cock pressing against her opening. Connor grabbed a handful of her ass. “Lift up.”

  She rose, then sank onto him until his cock was deep within her. All the breath rushed out of her around the gag. She lifted and lowered herself, ready to come again. She didn’t want to wait. She couldn’t wait.

  Connor cursed, grabbing her waist since Grae still had a firm grip on her hips. “Baby, you have to wait. You have to go slow. Fuck.”

  Grae’s moved his hands up to her breasts and pinched both of her nipples hard, then twisted them between his forefingers and thumbs.

  All this did was make her grind even harder against Connor. He cursed again.

  “Lay back,” Grae ordered.

  Connor fell back onto the mattress, bringing Paige with him.

  Grae moved up tight against her, between Connor’s thighs.

  The tear of the condom wrapper seemed loud in the room, even with their rapid, ragged breathing. The snap of the cap on the lube brought home the reality that this really was going to happen. Her fantasy was really going to—

  The sting of Grae’s hand against her ass made her jerk, almost unseating her from Connor.

  Fuck!

  Paige felt the cool air before feeling the sharp smack of his hand against her other cheek.

  Oh fuck.

  “Every time you smack her she clenches around me so tight. It’s fucking amazing,” Connor said from between what sounded like gritted teeth.

  “Her ass is so red,” Grae said.

  Whether he spoke to Connor or himself, she didn’t know. Paige tensed, waiting for the next swat.

  Instead, he smoothed a hand over her angry skin, kissing each cheek gently.

  She moaned into the fabric and relaxed her muscles. The coolness of the lube dripping between her ass cheeks made her squirm, which made Connor groan and hold her still.

  Grae’s thumb found her anus and worked the lube around. He squirted more lube and pressed his thumb just inside her tight ring. “Your ass is so tight,” he murmured, pressing his thumb into her slightly until it slipped in and out of her easily. He slid his thumb out and replaced it with two of his long fingers. More lube, more pressure.

  She willed herself to stay relaxed at the strange feeling of fullness back there.

  “Grae, fuck…” Connor groaned. “We gotta do this before I come.”

  Grae didn’t respond. Instead, he smacked Paige’s ass again.

  She squealed, not expecting it—then he was inside her. Not fully. Because that seemed impossible. It would have been difficult even if Connor wasn’t inside her also. The pressure was immense, and she squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating on what he was doing.

  He moved slowly, pressing, pushing, making her stretch. His fingers trembled where they gripped her hips. His breath came out in spurts.

  Connor’s fingers pressed her clit, circling it, making her open wider to accept both of them.

  Holy fuck, she had both of her men inside her at the same time.

  “You need to start moving, Connor. Opposite me.”

  What?

  Luckily, Connor knew what Grae meant, and he moved in and out of her slowly. As Connor entered her, Grae pulled back. As Grae entered her, seating himself even deeper this time, Connor pulled out almost completely. Each move they made created room for the other. Until they were taking turns being balls deep within her.

  Paige was losing her mind. This absolutely was the most incredible feeling of fullness she’d ever experience. They were going slow and being careful, but the snail’s pace drove her to the edge even sooner. Her body accepted both of them, and just this thought made her come…hard.

  She cried out, wanting to grip something during the strong pulsations of her orgasm, but she couldn’t. Her hands were still bound behind her back.

  Both hesitated during her climax; she heard a hiss from Connor and a sound deep from the back of Grae’s throat. She could only imagine both of them were hanging by a thread.

  Grae smacked her again, harder this time.

  Paige slammed her hips down onto Connor, determined to quicken the pace.

  “Fuck, baby. Fuck, baby,” Connor began to repeat, mindlessly. “Oh fuck!” His thumb rubbed her clit at a frenzied pace, causing her to clench down on him harder.

  Doing this must’ve made Grae’s entry more difficult. “Are you going to come again, Paige?” Grae asked her.

  She nodded her head.

  “Connor?”

  “Oh, fuck yes. I’m ready,” he grunted.

  “Paige, you’re going to come when I tell you. Understand?”

  Paige nodded again. Fuck, if he could make her come on command, she was never letting him leave the house again.

  Grae pushed even deeper inside her.

  She hadn’t realized he wasn’t fully s
eated. The stretch caused an almost painful pleasure run through her. Then she was quickly back at the beginning of an orgasm. Her heart pounded, her breath caught, and when Grae entered her again, he told her to come.

  She could do nothing but.

  Connor cursed as he released deep inside her and Grae grunted, his fingers digging into her flesh.

  Paige collapsed all her weight onto Connor’s heaving chest, resting her cheek on his damp skin. He ripped the blindfold off her head and untied her gag, throwing the neckties to the side.

  Grae released her wrists before pulling out of her and heading to the bathroom.

  Paige rubbed the circulation back into her hands as she slid her gaze to her husband’s face.

  He looked quite content. And spent. His eyes were unfocused, his breathing still uneven—he wore a Cheshire cat smile. He brushed the hair out of her face, off of her damp skin. “Damn. Was it everything you expected in a tie-me-up-spank-me-double-team fantasy?”

  “Hell, yes.”

  “Good,” Grae said as he returned. His weight dipped the mattress as he settled onto his side of the bed. He looked relaxed and spent also.

  Paige felt sure she looked the same. She needed a shower. First, she needed to know one thing… “Were you two talking behind my back?”

  The men glanced at each other, smiled, and then back at her.

  “We’re going to have a discussion about that when I get out of the shower.” She only pretended to bust their balls, because whatever happened, whatever had been said, whatever Connor did to help Grae come home, she didn’t care. She just felt glad he was here. She also felt ready to make sure she and Connor did better at including Grae as a partner in the future.

  And for the rest of their lives.

  Epilogue

  Paige sat sideways in Grae’s lap using his arm and part of his broad chest as her backrest. Her legs laid across Connor’s lap as he sat in the lounge chair next to them. His head was back and his eyes closed, her husband smoothing his palms mindlessly back and forth over her calves.

  Logan’s German shepherd, Magnum, sat at Ty’s feet as the man tended to the New York strips on the grill. The dog’s tongue hung out. Paige could swear a string of drool clung from it. Not that she blamed the dog. With the number of steaks, there had to be half of a cow on that grill. Her own mouth watered just thinking about it.