Tequila Truth

by Mari Carr

  “She’s close, Heath.”

  Kylie flinched at Colt’s deep voice. He’d been silent through the entire episode.

  “Are you ready, Red?” Heath never moved, his lips and hands still soft and soothing against her overheated skin.

  “God yes,” she said. “Please.”

  Something cold touched her ass and she squirmed with surprise.

  “Colt’s putting some lube in your ass. It’ll make it easier for him to push the plug inside.”

  No sooner had Heath spoken than Colt matched his words with the action. Something hard pressed against her nether hole and she started to protest its size.

  “It’s bigger than his fingers, Kylie, but not as big as us. Don’t fight it. Let Colt slide it in, baby.”

  She fought to release the tension gripping her. She wanted this. She wanted it so badly she could taste it and with that thought, she felt her muscles give way. The toy slid in to the hilt, leaving her full to bursting.

  Before she could think about the reality of it, she heard Colt opening up a condom and her hips lifted of their own volition. A whole rainbow of colors began to swirl behind her eyes as she felt her climax coming to claim her. The toy in her ass, Heath’s soft kisses and whispered words, and the mere thought of Colt’s hard cock were enough to push her over the edge.

  Colt’s words brought her back from the precipice once again.

  “Don’t you dare come until I get inside you, darlin’, or bruised ass be damned, I’ll spank you.”

  “Then hurry your ass up!” The words flew from her lips and she felt Heath’s laughter against her neck.

  She expected Colt to be angry and was surprised by the humor lacing his voice as he replied, “Yes ma’am,” and plunged into her in one thrust.

  Chapter Seven

  Kylie’s orgasm gripped his cock on the first shove and the tight clamping of her pussy muscles almost drove him over the cliff. Colt gritted his teeth against the impulse to give in to it until his jaw ached with the effort. Heath would never let him live it down if he came so quickly and for the first time, he considered why sharing a woman with his best friend might not be so great. If he’d been alone with Kylie in the bed, he would have given in to the orgasm, apologized, then fucked her again when he got himself together.

  Right now, it was all he could do to hang on. Kylie’s pussy was so hot and wet and with the plug lodged in her ass, she was tighter than a virgin. Colt wasn’t sure he’d ever really grasped the words heaven on earth until that moment. Christ, she was a wet dream come to life. Between her moans and Heath’s erotic words, it had been all he could do to get the condom on. He’d never been harder or hornier in his life and watching as Heath kissed her through her orgasm was not helping his resolve to hold on.

  Closing his eyes, he forced several deep cleansing breaths into his lungs as he tried to think of anything except the tightening of his balls. Puppies, his mother, the Queen of England, anything to distract him—then she moved against him and everything else fell away. He retreated almost halfway before his body rebelled against his mind and pushed him back in. Over and over, his internal war was waged in a series of shallow thrusts until she cast the fatal blow. Her body trembled with yet another orgasm and this time, he was helpless to defend himself.

  “Fuck,” he cried, his climax almost painful in its intensity. Come spurted from the end of his cock in such abundance he wondered if the condom could hold it all.

  “Beautiful,” he heard Heath mutter as he fell to the empty side of the bed, sucking in air in great bellows that reminded him of a thoroughbred horse after a race.

  He felt Kylie’s small hand lying lifeless on his chest and wondered when Heath had untied her. Reaching up, he drew it into his own big paw and dragged it up to his lips where he kissed it.

  Heath repeated his earlier sentiment and he looked over to see his friend grinning at their exhausted forms.

  “I’ve never seen a woman in the throes of an orgasm. I’m usually too busy trying to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head to appreciate the beauty of it. I could watch Kylie come a thousand times and never get sick of it.”

  “I think I did come a thousand times.” Kylie’s eyes were tightly closed and her voice was hoarse. Her teasing words, so like her, lightened his heart. Heath’s original concern about giving her all of themselves melted away like butter in the sun. She was with them in this adventure—hook, line and sinker. More than that, she was every bit their equal. Her obvious enjoyment of their bed play, undeniable trust and lusty nature proved once again that Kylie Halston fit them to a tee, and while that thought thrilled him to his toes, it left him slightly uneasy as well. When this weekend was over, how on earth would they ever return to their platonic friendship?

  As he glanced at Heath, he saw the same concern written on his face. They listened as Kylie’s breathing grew slower and deeper as sleep claimed her. When they were sure she was asleep, Colt started to voice his fear.

  “No.” Heath cut off his question with a quiet whisper. “It’s too soon for regrets. There will be plenty of time to figure this out at the end of the weekend. Let’s not worry about it until then.” Then Heath gave him a cat-who-ate-the-canary grin. “I have no intention of spoiling one second of this.”

  Colt glanced down at Kylie’s sleeping form. “Me either,” he acknowledged. Then before he could stop the words, he added, “She’s incredible, absolutely amazing.”

  “More than amazing,” Heath agreed. “Better get some rest, buddy. Something tells me we’re going to need our strength.”

  Heath woke up alone in Colt’s bed. He frowned when he heard his friend’s off-key singing coming from the shower in the bathroom next door. Damn them.

  He hopped out of the bed and stomped across the room, annoyed that Kylie and Colt had failed to wake him and were leaving him out of their water play. He was about to slam the bathroom door open when the sound of dishes rattling in the kitchen drew him up short. Colt was clearly showering alone.

  Shaking himself for his anger, Heath headed down the hallway, grabbing a pair of sweats from his room and pulling them on before heading toward the smell of breakfast.

  Kylie, dressed in his T-shirt and nothing else, was standing by the stove, frying up last night’s dinner. Heath rubbed his empty stomach as it dawned on him they’d forgotten to eat it.

  “Now there’s a tasty-looking breakfast.”

  Kylie threw a grin over her shoulder that changed immediately to a frown when she noticed him looking at her and not the food.

  Pointing down at his apparent erection, she said, “Put that on the back burner, Frank Jr. I’m starving to death and nobody’s getting any more sex until I eat.”

  Heath laughed as she called him by the nickname she’d given him in college. An architect, he idolized Frank Lloyd Wright the way most teens idolize rock stars. Upon graduation, she dubbed him Frank Jr. and started calling Colt Baretta. The nicknames didn’t really stick and only reemerged whenever Kylie was annoyed with them.

  “Seems to me, Colt and I worked pretty hard at keeping you filled up last night.” He walked toward her as he teased.

  “Back off, buddy. I have a spatula and I’m not afraid to use it.”

  He laughed and gave her a playful swat on the ass. At her sharp intake of breath, he looked down.

  “The plug,” he said, the hunger in his stomach forgotten. “You still have it in?”

  Kylie flushed slightly and he marveled at the sight. The woman never blushed.

  “You didn’t say I could take it out,” she answered quietly.

  “Show me.” His words were a demand as he was desperate to see the sight he’d missed last night.

  “W-what?”

  Stepping back, he pulled out a kitchen chair, sat down, and gestured for her to come closer. “Bend over and show it to me. You forget—Colt had the seat with a view last night. Not me.”

  “But—”

  “I’m not asking, Kylie.”

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bsp; She licked her lips and he watched her brown eyes go black with arousal. Oh yeah, she was certainly more than a little bit submissive. He wondered how in the hell he’d missed that part of her personality for so long. Then he considered her actions with him and Colt. She was a tough-talking tomboy. She’d never shown her feminine side to either of them. No wonder she was running around like a loose wire, all that electricity and passion locked up inside her body, looking for a place to escape.

  As soon as she was within arm’s reach, he grabbed her hips and turned her away from him.

  “You better not have panties on under that shirt, Red.”

  Even from behind her, he could see her tremble at his words. Slowly, she leaned forward and her borrowed T-shirt crept up her hips, revealing her to him fully.

  “Grab your ankles and don’t move,” he demanded. He intended to soak up every bit of her bare offering. He drank in the sight of the plug lodged firmly between her butt cheeks. It was shiny from the juices slipping out of her pussy and he wondered if she stayed wet or if her arousal had started flowing when he joined her in the kitchen.

  Drawing his eyes away from her stretched anus, he saw for the first time the bruises that were fading along the back of her thighs and ass. Reaching out slowly, he dragged his fingertips across the injured flesh.

  “I should have been here,” he whispered and once again, he felt the unbelievable guilt that swamped him whenever he thought about the abuse she’d suffered at Scott’s hands. While he was grateful Colt had been here to help her, he couldn’t dismiss the thought that he should have protected her somehow.

  She shuddered at his touch and started to rise. He wanted to chastise her for moving without his command, but his words were lodged in his throat.

  “It was my fault.” She turned to face him and her hands reached down to caress his face. He grabbed her hands and started kissing each fingertip. “I was stupid and reckless. I made a bad judgment call and I meant what I said last night. You and Colt aren’t to blame.”

  “Why didn’t you come to us, Kylie?”

  Kylie laughed and then gasped as he sucked one of her fingers into his mouth suggestively. “I had no idea you guys would be so accommodating. We’re friends, Heath. Friends don’t ask friends to tie them up and spank them into an orgasm.”

  “Says who?” Colt’s deep voice came from the doorway. Heath released her hands and stood up quickly, expecting to see the same anger he’d felt upon waking and thinking he’d been left out. Instead, he saw desire etched in the lines of his friend’s face and it hit him. When he thought Colt and Kylie were showering together, his anger hadn’t been based on jealousy, but instead on disappointment at being left out. Fact was, he would have no problem with Kylie and Colt alone together if he wasn’t around, and from the look in Colt’s eyes, Heath saw his friend felt the same way. He tried to process the importance of that revelation. He and Colt were truly sharing Kylie. Jealousy and petty one-upmanship would never enter into this relationship.

  Kylie shook her head at Colt’s comment and returned to the stove. “I’m going to tell you what I just finished telling Frank Jr. Nobody’s touching me until I eat.”

  “Frank Jr., eh? Well, looks like somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” Colt’s joke affirmed he knew their little wildcat was irritable. “Somebody must be hungry.”

  “Ungrateful girl doesn’t appreciate our efforts at filling her up last night. Or this morning.”

  Colt’s gaze narrowed and zoomed to her ass as he said the last.

  “Tell me you’re still wearing that plug, darlin’.”

  “I’m wearing it, but one of you is going to have to take it out soon. Nature is calling.”

  Heath laughed. Only Kylie would be so bold and honest.

  “Later,” Colt growled along with his own empty stomach. “Right now, I want some of that breakfast. Steak and eggs. My favorite.”

  Chapter Eight

  After stuffing themselves on a hearty breakfast, Kylie stood up and stretched. “I need a shower. Desperately.”

  “A shower sounds good,” Heath replied, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

  “Oh yeah, I’m in,” Colt added, taking the dirty plates to the kitchen sink.

  “You just had a shower.” She was trying to determine how all three of them would fit in her tiny shower stall.

  “Well now, darlin’. There’s a difference between a cleaning shower and a recreational shower.”

  “I was planning on taking a cleaning shower.”

  “And I’m going to take a recreational one while helping you get clean, so it works out perfectly.”

  “We won’t all fit in my shower.”

  “That’s why we’re using mine.” Heath grasped her hand tightly in his and started pulling her toward his room.

  About two years ago, it had dawned on them they were wasting their money on rent while waiting for their lives to become more settled. None of them were in a long-term relationship and they realized it was foolish to continue flushing their hard-earned money down the drain while waiting for some life-altering change to come along. After a long discussion, they decided to invest in property and buy a house. The verbal agreement was that when one of them wanted out, the other two could buy out that person’s share or they’d simply sell and split the profit.

  The second they’d seen this house, they knew it was tailor-made for them. It was in a safe suburb with a reasonable commute time for all of them. It was a nice-sized ranch-style home and the layout allowed Heath to tinker with the floor plan, increasing the room sizes and adding a bathroom to his and Colt’s rooms. Kylie had settled for the master bedroom because it met her needs perfectly as is. Her bathroom, though small, had all the essentials and although Heath offered time and time again to expand it, Kylie refused the offer. A bigger bathroom meant more to clean.

  Heath, an architectural genius as far as Kylie was concerned, had created a bathroom oasis in his own room. A large stained glass window filled nearly one whole wall above the Jacuzzi tub, allowing in copious amounts of light while assuring privacy. In addition to the tub, he’d installed a double-headed shower stall that was nearly as big as the bathroom itself. Colt and Kylie teased him mercilessly for his extravagance, but Heath insisted he was an adult who worked hard for his money and if he wanted a big bathroom, then by God, he was going to have it.

  She had to admit hindsight was 20/20 and no doubt, she and Colt would be eating crow by the end of this water party.

  Colt must have felt her pain. “I don’t suppose you’re going to let us take this shower without adding an ‘I told you so’ to the end.”

  “Oh, hell no. You two had a lot of fun at my expense when I built that bathroom. I’m not sure I’ll be able to wait ’til the end to rub it in.” Heath stroked his hands together in expectation of having the last word.

  “Well, I certainly hope you don’t wait until the end to rub it in. I may not be able to last that long.” She ran her hands over her breasts, massaging them deeply to make sure Heath caught the proper meaning of her words.

  Heath groaned at the image, but Colt merely laughed before bending down and throwing a squealing Kylie over his shoulder. “Bathroom, now.”

  No sooner had they reached the room than Colt had her T-shirt over her head and discarded on the floor. He and Heath quickly stripped out of their sweats, standing before her in all their naked glory.

  “Mmm. As I recall, you agreed to do anything and everything I asked, isn’t that right?”

  Colt narrowed his eyes at her question, obviously seeing the flaw in their earlier promise. “Anything with you. I’m not touching Heath.”

  She laughed at his comment. “Why on earth would I want your hands on Heath when they could be touching me? Although, now that I think about it, the idea of the two of you—”

  “Forget it,” Heath barked as he turned on the water.

  “What did you have in mind, darlin’?”

  “I want to give both of you a
blow job…at the same time.”

  Colt seemed to consider her request, realizing the close proximity he and Heath would have to maintain for that to happen. “That seems do-able. What do you think, Heath?”

  “Hell yeah. Come here, Red. Let’s get that toy out of you first.”

  She gasped at the feeling of Heath sliding the butt plug out of her oh-so-slowly and shuddered at the sudden emptiness. Fortunately, she didn’t have long to miss it. Colt followed her into the shower and, using some shower gel from the shelf, reached around her to work the lather into her breasts. Over and over, he rubbed the bubbles around her hard nipples, coating them with the masculine-smelling soap. It was Heath’s scent that tantalized her, birchwood and lemon balm.

  Heath directed one of the showerheads at her and his hands joined Colt’s in rinsing the soap off her. As the suds trailed down her belly, Heath gathered some up and rubbed them into her pussy. He scrubbed the hair covering her mons.

  “I’d love to shave this hair off you,” he murmured against her lips as he kissed her.

  “God, yes.” Colt seemed to share Heath’s desire. “Think about it, darlin’, nothing between you and our lips.”

  “Our fingers,” Heath added.

  “Our cocks.” Colt dragged his hands down from her breasts and lightly rubbed her belly.

  “Do it,” she whispered, entranced by their words, hands and lips which seemed to be setting her on fire everywhere. The water suddenly seemed too hot for her scalded skin and she started to ask Heath to cool it off. Before she could make the request, Colt’s arms enveloped her whole upper body, arms and all in a tight embrace. She felt something sharp at her pussy and looked down, shocked to see Heath on his knees before her with a razor in his hands.

  “Hold still.” Colt issued the warning in her ear and the two of them watched in silence as Heath carefully shaved her.

  “That looks so hot, darlin’.” Colt released her when Heath finished and rose and both men dragged their fingers over the too-sensitive flesh.