by Jodi Redford
“Why? Looking for X-rated material for your book?”
She flashed him a cheeky smile. “Maybe. If it’s hot enough.”
“Oh, it sure as shit is. But it might be too dirty.”
One blonde eyebrow arched. “Clearly you’ve never read my books.”
“No, but I’m fixing to rectify that now.”
Her contagious laugh tugged a grin from him. No doubt it was the dopiest one he’d yet worn. Damn, he had it fucking bad for this woman. Her and Gibb. The reminder of his complicated feelings making his gut clench, he averted his gaze and checked on the potatoes.
The scrape of a barstool announced that Kay had pulled up a seat to observe him work. “You still haven’t filled me in on this book-worthy dirty thought.”
He allowed his shoulders to relax. Sex talk he could cope with. Far less dangerous than confiding the hopes and yearnings in his heart. “All this food got me thinking of sandwiches.”
Her puzzled expression was almost too cute for words. For someone who wrote erotica, she really was innocent as hell. Well, not for long if she continued to hang out with him. “You know, me and Gibb fucking you at the same time.”
Her confusion cleared with a double eye blink. “Oh. That kind of a sandwich. For some reason I was picturing a meatball sub, and for the life of me couldn’t figure out what was dirty about it.”
He snickered. “Give me a moment and I’ll think of something.”
“I’m sure you will.” Kay nibbled her bottom lip, her gaze turning troubled. “I have a confession to make. I’m not a huge fan of anal sex. I tried it once and thought it hurt too much.” She twitched her nose. “Maybe it would have been better if he was smaller.”
“Unless you got ass fucked by Long Dong Kong, I doubt his size was the true issue.”
Kay grimaced. “Please tell me that’s not an actual porn star name.”
“If not, it should be.” Leaning his hip against the edge of the island, he crossed his arms over his chest and studied her. “Did he use enough lube? And not just on his cock. Your ass should have been properly prepped too.”
Her embarrassed gaze drifted to the stovetop. “I can’t believe we’re talking about ass prepping while you’re fixing breakfast. Seems like that’s more suited for dinner conversation.” Fidgeting with the edge of the granite top, she finally looked at him. “Does Jergens hand lotion count as lube?”
He cursed under his breath. “Jesus. Kay, you shouldn’t have let that dicktard anywhere near your ass.”
“I thought he knew what he was doing.”
“Why? Because he told you so?” He shook his head in disgust at his fellow members of the Y-chromosome club. “Any guy will tell you that if he thinks it’ll get him a piece of your ass.”
“So if you tell me you know what you’re doing, it’s a lie too?”
Shit. Shoulda known that would backfire on him. “No. I actually do know what I’m doing.” He caught her skeptical look and blew out a breath. “And no, I’m not saying that because I want a piece of your ass. Which I do. But that’s beside the point.” He scratched his jaw, trying to decipher the best point of entry across the loaded minefield he’d planted for himself. “You have my sworn promise that if you ever gift me with the honor of back-door pleasure, I will not only limit your discomfort to the minimum, I’ll work damn hard at ensuring you enjoy the hell out of it.”
She still looked doubtful, so he reached across to stroke her cheek. “Either way, I don’t want you to stress over it. Double penetration doesn’t always have to involve anal sex.”
“That’s true.” She gnawed her bottom lip and met his gaze.
He didn’t fail to notice the way her breath flowed a bit faster or the flush of desire blooming across her face. And he sure as hell didn’t miss the stiffened state of her nipples. The tempting little buds were practically begging him for a lengthy kiss and suckle.
His thumb brushed across her lips before dipping inside her mouth. “Is your pussy creaming at the idea of me and Gibb stuffing it to overload with our cocks?”
Her breath giving a telltale hitch, she swept her tongue over the tip of his finger as he pulled it from her mouth. Holding his gaze, she gripped his wrist and guided his hand to her breast. He trailed his thumb over the distended nub of her nipple, painting it with her own saliva, before she beckoned him lower. Her thighs opening for him, she pressed his fingers to her hot, wet center. “What do you think?”
He released a ragged exhale. “That Gibb damn well needs to wake up fucking soon.”
“We could go give him some proper motivation for not being a sleepyhead.”
“Damn, woman, I do love your suggestions.” He scooped Kay from her stool and pivoted toward the hallway. At the last minute he recalled the skillet of potatoes. Making a quick detour, he flicked off the stove burner before carrying Kay to the bedroom.
Gibb lay sprawled on his back in the middle of the mattress. He’d kicked off the covers, leaving his big, gorgeous, sun-kissed nakedness conveniently exposed and available for the taking. Mouth watering, Ty eyed the thick column of his best friend’s cock. Even in a flaccid state, it was a mother-fucking monster. Recalling his earlier convo with Kay, he grunted. “Gibb’s porn name should be Long Dong Kong.”
“Undoubtedly,” Kay agreed with a giggle. “How about we wake up LDK together?”
“Excellent plan, Stan.” Settling Kay on one side of Gibb, Ty waited for her to scoot forward before taking up position across from her. They both stared at Gibb’s cock like two starved lions who’d stumbled into an all-you-can-eat gazelle buffet. “Ready?”
“Oh Lord, yes,” Kay breathed.
He flattened his tongue on the outer left side of Gibb’s shaft while Kay took care of the opposite end. Mutual mms of pleasure rumbling from them both, they dragged their tongues upward. They met at the bulbous crown and exchanged a lusty kiss before reversing course. By their fourth lap along its length, Gibb’s dick had reached full mast. Lifting his head, Ty locked on to his best friend’s sleepy gaze. Unmistakable heat resided beneath the lingering dregs of drowsiness.
Ty dragged his fist down the thick stalk of Gibb’s shaft. “Obviously Kay and I don’t need to be concerned that you might not be up for our plan.”
Gibb grunted and stacked his arms behind his head. “Depends on the plan you two have hatched. Particularly if you’re the head behind it. That seldom ends with anything less than total anarchy and jail time.”
“Nah, think you’ll like what we have up our sleeves.” Ignoring Gibb’s considering look, Ty stretched toward the nightstand and fetched two condoms from the upper drawer. Rather than hand one to Gibb, Ty greedily nabbed the pleasure of easing the latex in place on Gibb before sheathing his own cock. He held out his hand to Kay and helped her climb onto Gibb so that she was straddling his lap but facing Ty. The ecstasy on her face while she sank onto Gibb’s cock was almost more than Ty could take. Sliding his hands through the soft tendrils of her hair, he ravaged her mouth until she was gasping for air.
Every muscle in his body tensed and primed for the raw, down-and-dirty fuck he was salivating for, Ty eased Kay backward until she was lying supine against Gibb. For the first time since they’d left the kitchen, a new spark of worry flickered in her eyes. “I don’t think this is going to work. You’re both too big to fit at the same time.”
Ty dropped onto his elbows over Kay and offered her a reassuring smooch. “Flattered as I am by that statement, I have to counter it with some facts. First being that your pussy is equipped to push out a kid, which is close to the equivalent of a bowling ball, from what I hear. So I’m pretty sure you can handle our cocks.”
“You have a point,” Kay conceded with a wince. “But could we please not reference bowling balls, pushing and my pussy in the same sentence again?”
“Deal. So are we good to go?”
Kay nodded, along with Gibb. Ty offered his best friend a wry look. “Like I had any question on your end.” Fisting his coc
k head, he started to align it with the base of Gibb’s shaft. Recalling his avowal yesterday in the Bronco, he stopped in mid insertion and scooted lower between Kay’s and Gibb’s legs. Gripping Kay’s waist, he inched her up a bit until he had better access to Gibb’s cock. He swirled his tongue, collecting the sweet, musky flavor of Kay’s pussy. Smacking his lips, he returned to his previous position and returned Gibb’s droll expression. “Thought I’d forgotten, didn’t ya?”
“As if that’s remotely possible for you.”
Indulging in an evil chuckle, Ty realigned his dick at Kay’s slick opening and eased inside the smallest fraction. Her drenched tissues hugged the uppermost section of his gland like a velvet vise. Even that miniscule amount of penetration prompted beads of sweat to gather on his brow and spine. A low groan traveled all the way from his toenails. Closing his eyes, he thrust inside another inch. The snug clench of Kay’s inner walls surrounded him with liquid heat and forced him to rub against Gibb’s rock-hard length. He could feel every ridge and vein, even through the thin shields of the condoms. Embraced by wet silk and unbendable steel.
Fucking heaven.
Judging from Gibb’s unrestrained groans and Kay’s broken gasps, they were equally strung out on the intense pleasure and hovered on the brink of coming along with Ty. Arching his back, he tunneled deeper into Kay, riding the tidal wave toward the mind-numbing release barreling fast and furiously down on him. Guttural grunts streamed from him, mixed in with the dirty talk that always seemed to sweep him up when he was riding this close to the edge. “I wanna feel you both fucking lose it on me. Drown you in my come and wring you out ’til there’s nothing left.”
The twin moans of approval from Kay and Gibb were the breaking point for Ty. He managed one final pump of his hips before the lightning force of his orgasm crashed upon him. He shuddered at the impact of one million volts of sheer nirvana exploding through his cells. “Ohfuckingsweetjesus.” He pried his eyes open. Through the near-blinding haze of his bliss, he watched the rapture playing out on his lovers’ faces.
Yes, lovers. Fuck whether it was an adequate term or not. In the deepest recesses of his psyche, he knew that’s what the three of them were. In every sense of the word. At least for him.
This wasn’t a casual fling he could easily walk away from when their time was up. If he was a smarter man, he’d close his heart down now, before he fell any deeper.
He’d insisted this would all work out if they went into it with common sense and complete honesty. Well, the truth was he had no real sense when it came to Gibb and Kay. He couldn’t be calm, rational and emotionless, only out for a hard fuck and a good time.
They were the pinnacle of a lifetime of good times. Always. His heart had always known that, even when his head had refused to listen.
Chapter Twelve
Kay pulled her hair into a ponytail, and wallowing in a deep sigh of contentment, powered on her laptop. It’d been three incredible days since the beginning of her sexual quest with Gibb and Ty, and she’d never felt more lustfully decadent and insatiable. They’d not only awakened her sensuality, they’d also managed the impossible—jump-starting her flat-lined writing mojo.
The words were flowing effortlessly from her. She practically couldn’t type fast enough to keep up with the demand of her muse. Especially when it came to the love scenes. For characters who’d initially refused to get to first base, the horny buggers were sure as hell making up for lost nookie time.
Twitching her nose, she scanned the scene she’d started last night.
A trickle of sweat crawling between her shoulder blades, Vikki wrestled with the resort bungalow’s uncooperative lock and silently cursed it to hell and back. Didn’t the damn thing know she had a hot date planned with her vibrator? Jesus Christ.
The soft scuff of footsteps and a loud yawn broke through Kayla’s concentration. Glancing up, she was gifted with the sight of Ty and Gibb striding into the kitchen, wearing nothing but their sleepy smiles. Each offered her a good-morning smooch and traipsed to the counter to avail themselves of the coffee she’d brewed. She tracked a visual path down the deep groove of Gibb’s spine and ogled the firm, tanned globes of his naked butt before treating Ty’s to the same inspection.
Holy moly. She must have racked up impressive karma points in a past life to earn this delectable man-candy payload now. Whimpering, she returned her focus to her laptop keyboard. Much as she loved the idea of staring at Ty’s and Gibb’s asses all day, this scene wasn’t going to write itself. Propping her chin in her hand, she resumed her read through of poor Vikki’s sad plight with the vibrator interruptus.
Vikki jiggled the key for the millionth time, and the stubborn deadbolt finally released. Resisting the urge to drop to her knees and kiss the ground, she rushed inside and slammed the door behind her, sending her purse tumbling to the floor with an impatient toss.
“Took you long enough, sugar.”
Unlike most women, Vikki didn’t react with a scream and a jolt. No, ten-plus years of taking down Miami’s scum life had her reaching for her Beretta before she recalled that she wasn’t packing any heat. Unless you counted the combustible burn sizzling up her vajayjay at the first sight of Ted and Jacob lounging buck-ass naked on the sofa.
“Combustible sizzle burning up her vajayjay? Oh sweet Lord, please tell me I didn’t write that without the aid of alcohol.” Groaning, Kay marked the passage for a later emergency triage edit and cautiously moved on to the next section.
“What’s the matter, Vik? You look rather hot and bothered.”
It was tempting to knock the smug grin from Jacob’s face. Almost as tempting as the prospect of jumping on that impressive nine-inch pleasure stick of his and riding him ’til they were both yippee ki-yayed out.
“Probably because it’s two hundred degrees. In the fucking shade.” Yeah, she was being bitchy. Humidity brought the worst out of her.
“I’d say Ted and I could find a way to cool you down.” Jacob gave his cock an indulgent stroke. “But I think we know it’ll be the opposite effect.”
Vikki licked her lips, her trusty vibrator suddenly the last thing on her mind. Solid as her and BOB’s longstanding relationship was, it was a pale promise of the ecstasy Ted and Jacob could deliver. Last night they’d proudly proved their stallion-like stamina was indeed the stuff of legends by fucking her in every way imaginable. It’d be amusing to see what inventive position the horny bastards would come up with this time.
“Oh shit. Are there even any positions left?” Kay shook a fist at the laptop screen. “Was it really necessary to perform the entire Kama Sutra the first night?” Growling, she thunked her chin back into her hand and drummed her fingers idly on the keyboard. She caught Gibb’s and Ty’s amused gazes and huffed a sigh. “Sorry, I have a tendency to speak to my characters like they can actually hear me. I swear I’m not as insane as I appear.” Before they could call her on that questionable observation, she clicked off the Word doc and hopped online to run a quick search on sex positions. Rubbing her chin, she considered the available options. “I wonder if The Butterfly could work in a three-way?”
The sound of two coffee mugs simultaneously hitting the counter preceded Ty’s and Gibb’s reappearance next to her. The heated gleam of interest in Ty’s irises threatened to sear her alive. “What’s this about The Butterfly?”
She pointed to the article on her laptop screen. “It’s a sex position.”
“Yeah, I know what it is. Happen to be a big fan.” Ty’s wicked grin prompted flutters in her tummy and farther south.
Scooting sideways in her seat, she cleared her throat delicately. “Then you know it’s typically done with only two people. Hence my dilemma with this darn scene.”
Draping his arm across her shoulder, Ty nuzzled her neck. “Who says you have to be typical? In fact, I’m willing to bet that The Butterfly is not only doable in a threesome, it’d be fucking mind-blowing.”
Shivering from Ty’s seductive persuas
ion, she glanced up at Gibb. The butterflies in her stomach cycled into mosh-pit mode at the intense way Gibb was watching her. She’d been witness to that look countless times the last few days. Usually it was immediately followed by her spread-eagle beneath him, his cock lodged wonderfully deep inside her.
Ty nibbled his way toward her lips. “You know, Gibb and I could always help ya out with that scene. Provide a little hands-on research.”
She blinked. “Really? You wouldn’t mind?”
Gibb arched an eyebrow. “Do you honestly think there’s any chance we would?”
She thought about it for a moment and giggled. “Okay, guess not now that you mention it.”
“Then consider us completely at your disposal.” Ty slid his mouth over hers, scattering any doubts she harbored about going along with their provocative suggestion. Unlike with Jeremy, she didn’t have to worry about Ty or Gibb judging her for the kinky things she wrote. The truth of that was hammered into her with dazzling clarity as the hot eagerness of Ty’s kisses pulled her under their intoxicating spell. He rerouted his course, his mouth a sinful slide along the slope of her neck while Gibb did his part in skyrocketing her arousal by hunkering in front of her chair and running his hands in a sensuous glide over the insides of her thighs.
A weak breath floating free, she instinctively spread her legs wider. Gibb accepted the unspoken invitation and slipped his fingers beneath the loose hem of her jersey shorts. He brushed over the wetness coating her labia, a hiss leaking between his teeth. “Jesus. Do you always get this juiced up writing your love scenes?”
Blushing, she shook her head. “But I’ve also had a lot of added inspiration lately.”
“Me and Ty?” Gibb’s touch grew bolder, dipping past her slit. “Does that mean you imagine it’s us doing all those things you write about?”
The heat in her cheeks fanned throughout her entire body, spurred on by the slow stroke of Gibb’s fingers inside her. She arched against his hand. “S-sometimes.” All the time.
