by Violet Paige
Maybe this was a cheap trick. Maybe I was crossing the line I wasn't supposed to cross. I didn’t want to betray my best friend. I never wanted to betray him. But I couldn’t stop thinking about Vanessa. The way she tasted. The way she felt. It was like kissing her had awakened a primal thirst I couldn't stop with just one drop. And I was going to ride the loophole I had as long as the engagement wasn’t official.
I climbed the steps to the front porch. The door swung open.
“Isaac, what are you doing here this late?” She hadn't opened the door all the way.
I rocked back on my boots, shoving my hands in the front pockets of my jeans. I shouldn't be here. But I couldn't think of anywhere else I’d rather be.
“I didn't think we got to properly finish our conversation today,” I answered. It was the truth. I wanted more.
“Oh?”
I pressed my palm into the doorframe. “Can I come in so we could talk some more?”
She chewed on her bottom lip. “I don't know, Isaac.”
“Why don't you know?”
“I don't know if it means something that you showed up on my doorstep at 11 o’clock at night. Does it?”
“Do you want it to? That’s the question you need to answer before you let me in.”
Her eyes fell to the porch floor. She nodded. My finger lifted her chin upward. “Let me inside,” I commanded.
Slowly, she took a step backward, creating a wide gap. I strolled over the threshold, knowing there was no going back. I had one more night. One more night to take something I wanted. Then I'd hand her back over to my best friend. I wouldn't touch her again. I’d keep my word. I always did.
“Can I get you something to drink?” Vanessa asked.
“Sure. What do you have?”
“Wine. I have a lot of wine.”
I didn't like the stuff. I was surprised a Texas girl didn't have a fridge full of beer, but I wouldn't hold that against her tonight. There were other things that mattered more.
“Ok. I guess I'll have a glass of whatever you’re having.”
Vanessa rounded the island, carrying two huge goblets of red wine. She placed one in my hand. “I still can't believe you’re here.” Her eyes lifted to mine. “I’m used to seeing you on TV. Or from the box. But here … it feels surreal to have you in my kitchen.”
“Are you glad I stopped by?” I took a step, concealing how I really felt about the taste of the wine. I gulped it, hoping I felt a buzz quickly.
“I guess I shouldn't be shocked by anything anymore. If the last two weeks have taught me anything, is that I should expect the unexpected.”
“And you are quite the unexpected.” I grinned.
“Me?”
I could feel it. My cock twitched. The sexual energy between us was there. As real and potent as the blood pumping through my veins.
I put my glass on the counter. Cupping her cheek with my palm I traced over her lips with my thumb. I almost growled. I couldn't believe I was this hard just by staring into her eyes. Eyes so blue a man could forget his own name. I leaned down, brushing my mouth over her lips, inhaling the taste of wine from her tongue as I pushed inside her mouth with a ravenous hunger for her. She moaned.
“Isaac.” She breathed my name.
There was no way I was going home before I took her to bed. That sound was everything.
“Yes?” My hands rounded over her ass. It was firm and full. God, I closed my eyes. Every part of her body made me hard.
“I agreed to the engagement today.”
I saw the questions in her eyes.
“It doesn’t change what’s happening right now,” I assured her. “Tomorrow is different. Tonight you’re not engaged. You understand?”
She nodded, offering her lips again. I kissed her, taking my time to explore all the corners of her mouth.
The kiss came to an abrupt halt when the alarm buzzed.
“Miss Vanessa, you there?”
She looked at me. “I have to get it. It’s George again.”
I let her out of my arms. She tapped on the screen. “What is it George?”
“There’s another player here. I guess for that meeting you’re having.”
She looked at me, shaking her head.
“Who is it?” she asked.
“It’s like a Warriors parade out here. It’s Dylan James. He just gave me his autograph.”
“Oh my God,” she whispered, covering her mouth with her hand.
“Fuck,” I grumbled.
“What do I do?” She turned to me.
I shook my head. I wasn’t going to hide in a closet in her room or in the bushes outside. I was a bigger man than that. “Just tell him to come up.”
She pushed her finger to the screen. “Thanks, George. Have him come on up to the house.”
“I swear I didn’t know he was on his way here.” She looked frantic.
I grabbed her shoulders. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Vanessa, or to him.”
“But I feel like I do. Like that kiss today. The one we just had … like it means something.”
“And what about Dylan? Did you kiss him?”
I saw the pink creep along her cheeks. “I did.”
My chest rumbled with jealousy. He’d had his hands on her too. His lips. His tongue. Soon, she’d be in his bed.
I fisted my hands in the back of her hair and pulled her to me. My lips crashed against hers. It might be the last time I ever kissed this woman. And like hell, I wanted her to remember every last breath of it.
15
Vanessa
I was dizzy. Drunk. Off my axis. By the time Isaac let me go, I was lost.
“He’s at the door.” He pointed to the foyer.
“Right. Right.” I straightened my shirt. I had been so wrapped up in the kiss I hadn’t heard Dylan knock.
I pulled the lever and he strolled in. “Hey, darlin’.” He leaned to kiss me on the cheek.
I inhaled his cologne and sighed. My instincts were torn. My body was reacting to both of them. This was terrible and wonderful at the same time.
Isaac met him in the kitchen. “Good to see you, brother.”
“What are you doing over here?” Dylan prodded. I didn’t know what his tone meant.
“I wanted to see Vanessa.”
I hung back in the doorway. I was afraid to walk too far into the pit of their conversation. I could feel the testosterone dripping off them.
Dylan nodded. “I thought you said, you’d respect the code.”
“I am. Nothing’s official yet. I haven’t gotten a team alert on my phone. It hasn’t made the news. There’s no fake engagement. She’s free.”
Dylan crossed his arms as his stance widened. “You’re my best friend, you know that?”
“I know it.”
“And when you came back from wherever the hell you were in the Middle East, I was there for you, right? I had your back.”
Isaac closed his eyes. “I don’t want to talk about that.”
“You never want to talk about it. You never want to talk about anything that isn’t football.”
I crouched closer to the wall. They acted as if I weren’t here. I wasn’t going to interrupt them with a big announcement.
“What’s your point?” Isaac’s eyes flared.
“You’re not being honest with me about Vanessa.”
“I said I’d back off. And I will.” He moved to walk away from Dylan. “I’ll go. I wasn’t here, man. I won’t come back. I give you my word.”
Dylan’s hand clutched Isaac’s elbow. “Stop. Just say what the fuck you mean. Don’t go dark Seal on me. Say something, damn it.”
I held my breath. I remember reading about Isaac’s entry to the team after a military service career, but I didn’t know the details. I could list off his stats with no problem, but I knew nothing about his life before he became a Warrior.
“There’s nothing to say,” Isaac responded.
“That’s not true
. I’ve been asking for two damn days. Just say it. Say what you mean.”
I was too afraid to move a muscle. I watched in awe.
“I fucking want her!” Isaac shouted.
I felt the tenseness grip me. He turned toward me. “I’m sorry. I know you’re here. I do. We shouldn’t be having this conversation.” He looked at Dylan. “We’re done with this. I’m gone. I wasn’t here.”
I finally pushed myself off the wall. I couldn’t be the wallflower any longer. I took one step and then another. They were slow deliberate steps. As if each one gave me days to think instead of seconds.
I reached Isaac first and entwined my fingers through his. He looked at me. His dark eyes filled with sadness and confusion. I brought his knuckles to my lips and kissed them.
I heard Dylan groan. “It’s him then?”
I reached for Dylan, tangling my hand in his, drawing him toward me. I looked in his eyes as I brought his thumb to my mouth and kissed the tip before sucking it between my lips.
“Fuck,” Isaac growled.
It wasn’t a solution. It wasn’t an answer. It was what I wanted. I didn’t know how else to say it. There wasn’t a way to put it in words. But they couldn’t fight over me. Not when I wanted them both equally. I couldn’t be the reason a friendship was destroyed. There was no way to push either one of them out, when I couldn’t separate them in my head.
Dylan’s thumb lingered as I sucked harder. “Shit, Vanessa.”
Isaac wrapped his hands around my waist from behind. He kissed my neck. I leaned into him, reveling in the solidness of his body.
I hadn’t had time to change clothes before my surprise guests arrive. I was still wearing a blouse and skirt from the office. I had managed to kick off my heels.
Dylan began to remove the buttons, pushing my blouse open. His eyes lit on my breasts. I could feel my nipples tingle. Everything was electric. Heightened beyond belief.
Isaac helped shove the shirt from my arms as he spun me toward his chest.
“This is what you want?” he asked.
I nodded. “Don’t make me choose. Please don’t. I can’t pick one of you over the other. I don’t want to.”
He looked over my shoulder at Dylan. “Man, we’ve never … I don’t know how you feel about this.”
I only wanted things to be better. I wanted to share and be shared. I wanted to belong to both of them. I hadn’t thought through what they would think of sharing me. I didn’t know how two men would handle this. Would this be worse than making a choice between them?
Dylan’s hands found the hem of my skirt. He pushed it up to my hips. “Share her?”
Isaac nodded. “If that’s what you’re saying, Vanessa?”
“It is. I can’t choose between you. I want you both.” My voice was raspy.
Dylan’s fingers dug into the sides of my thighs. “You think you can handle both of us?”
My knees trembled. My panties were already soaked. He was testing me. I didn’t know what I could handle. It sounded impossible and incredible at the same time.
I nodded eagerly. “I’ll do it, whatever will make this work. I don’t want you to leave.”
His fingers began to explore under my skirt, while my eyes remained locked on Isaac’s. I squirmed when Dylan pressed along my backside.
“You’re willing to give up this?” he asked.
Oh shit. I hadn’t thought about that. I’d never thought about three-way sex. I’d never pictured how it would be to let two men have me at once. Of course that meant double penetration. Of course it meant they would both want me at the same time. Was I the kind of woman who could do that?
“Which one of you?” I asked naively.
Isaac’s eyes closed. His chest filled with air. “Damn.” I could tell he wanted it.
“This is something we’ve never shared, Vanessa. We’ve never been with the same woman.”
I may have misread what I was capable of. What they were capable of.
“She’s yours, brother. You outbid me,” Isaac groaned. “I’m not in unless you are.”
I didn’t know if my opportunity was slipping away. I held my breath, trying to think how I could reel them in. How I could convince them there was enough of me to go around. That I could satisfy them both. I had to at least try.
Dylan nuzzled in the back of my neck. It was sweet and gentle. I relaxed into his chest. I felt his rigid erection press into the small of my back.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked.
“Why?”
“Because tonight you’re going to be fucked by the Warriors best wide receivers.”
The rush of heat spread through my legs as I realized what I had just gotten myself into.
“You’re sure?” Isaac asked.
Dylan nodded. “We’re both here because of Vanessa. And if this is what you want, darlin’, then this is what you’re going to get.”
I didn’t know fainting from happiness was possible, but it was exactly how I felt as soon as Dylan said the words. As if this wasn’t real. As if the wooziness in my head would never clear. As if I could never get my legs to work again.
I was getting ready to have my fantasy come true.
16
Vanessa
They were behind me in the hallway. I stopped in front of my bedroom door. I turned to face them.
“Can I have just a second?”
Isaac’s gaze was hungry. “Whatever you need, baby.”
Dylan nodded. “Take your time. We have all night.”
I closed the door behind me and took a giant breath. I looked at my bed. It was a wreck. I had a pile of brushes and canvases shoved in the corner. I grabbed everything and threw it in my closet.
I fluffed the pillows and turned down the quilt. I lit the candles next to the bed and turned off the lamps. I caught my reflection in the mirror. I didn’t recognize myself. My cheeks were flushed. My eyes sparkled. My hair fell around my shoulders. There was something sexy about me I’d never seen before.
I was ready for this.
I slowly opened the door. I trembled at the sight of them.
Dylan’s light eyes landed on mine.
“Everything ok?”
I took a step backward, inviting them inside. “I wanted to straighten up.”
Isaac locked the door. “The only thing we see is you.”
“Oh.”
I didn’t mean to keep walking backward, but they were coming toward me. The back of my legs hit the bed and I landed on it softly.
Isaac crawled on the bed, the mattress rocking under his heavy frame. Dylan reached for the zipper on the side of my skirt. He shimmied it down, taking the skirt to my ankles.
I sat forward enough for Isaac. He didn’t waste time toying with my bra. He unsnapped the clasp and raked it off my arms.
I lied back on the bed, staring up into Isaac’s eyes, knowing I was wedged between the two men in nothing but my panties.
“I dreamed about this,” I sighed.
“You did?” Isaac groaned. He twisted my nipples between his fingers, plucking and pulling until they were hard peaks.
“Oh God,” I mewed. My back arched under the intensity. “Yes. It was like this. Just like this.”
“Fuck, Vanessa.” I felt Dylan’s breath along the inside of my thigh. “You’re so damn so sweet. I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“I didn’t know I did.” I writhed between them.
I heard Isaac loosen his belt. I watched in awe as he shrugged the jeans from his powerful legs. There was a solid bulge straining against his boxer briefs.
He repositioned himself so he straddled my breasts. I looked into his eyes as he lowered himself toward me, thrusting his cock from his boxers.
I licked my lips.
Just as I prepared for him, I bucked when I felt Dylan slide his fingers against my slit.
“So wet,” he growled. “I need some of your honey, darlin’. Open your legs,” he commanded.
My eyes
flashed.
“Do it,” Isaac echoed. “Open your legs and your mouth, baby.”
I didn’t know who I was anymore. My lips parted as Isaac pressed the tip of his cock to my mouth, nudging it against my tongue. I groaned, sucking eagerly. Just as I began to fall into a rhythm, I felt Dylan’s tongue push inside me.
I couldn’t speak. Isaac’s cock was buried in my mouth. He pinned my wrists together as he began to rock his hips into me.
“Oh yeah. Oh fuck, baby.” He turned to look over his shoulder. “Do you see this, brother?” I watched his eyes. He froze. “Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His eyes moved back to mine. “Watching him go down on you like that … fuck, baby. You’re a goddess. Taking my dick. Taking him.” He pumped harder. I felt the juices flow faster between my legs. I was going to come. I couldn’t hold it off the way they were taking me.
“That’s it,” Dylan coaxed. “So tight. So sweet.” His tongue lashed over my clit and I lost it.
There was nowhere to go but to feel it. To revel in the pulses beating through me. To let me body bask in the waves of pleasure.
Dylan rose, triumphantly, kissing the inside of my thigh. Isaac pulled his cock from my mouth, it was harder than ever.
I looked between them.
“Do you feel good?” Dylan asked.
I nodded.
“Good. We’re getting ready to make you feel incredible.”
“That wasn’t it?” I pushed up from the bed onto my elbows. I was still heated from the orgasm. The tingle lingered in my thighs. That had been the single most erotic experience of my life and there was going to be more?
“Are we going to flip a coin?” Isaac asked.
“A coin? For what?” My eyes darted between them.
Dylan grinned. “There are two of us. One of you.”
“Oh.” I was a complete novice at this. I knew it showed. I didn’t know how it was supposed to work, only that I wanted them both. “But I want—” I quickly covered my mouth.
“What is it?” Dylan pried.
“I-I don’t want to choose.”
