by Jodi Redford
All these years she’d tried to convince herself it was only an unrequited crush that constantly kept them forefront in her thoughts. But these last several days had cemented the truth she’d always secretly known. Every hero she’d ever penned was a reflection of them. The two loves of her life that no other could hope to measure up to. They brought her joy and laughter. Awakened her heart, body and soul. Made her be the woman she was happiest being.
She couldn’t imagine not waking up every day in their arms, just content in knowing her world was a wonderful place because they resided within it.
But that’s precisely what she had to look forward to after this week. Endless days without Ty and Gibb.
Throat tight with emotion, she settled her purse on the floor and went to inspect the paints. Dropping onto her haunches, she unscrewed the cap of the closest jar and eyed its bright blue contents. “Ooh, I get to make you guys into Smurfs!”
Ty groaned. “You didn’t just say that.”
“Okay, how about that dude from Avatar?”
“Better.”
Before she could tease Ty any further, Gibb shut off the lights, sealing them in an expansive dark wonderland backdropped by a glowing neon rainforest. Her delighted gasp sneaking loose, she lifted to her feet and gaped at the intricate pattern of foliage decorating the opposite wall. The effect was so realistic she swore the fern fronds would rustle beneath her fingertips. “Finn painted this, didn’t he? It has his touch written all over it.”
Hands slid around her tummy, distracting her from the jaguar peeking at her from a tangle of vines. Gibb’s bristly jaw rubbed along her ear. “Yeah. Something, isn’t it?”
She rested her head against his shoulder, the lazy swirl of his fingers over her rib cage provoking a colony of goose bumps across her skin. “This has been the most amazing week of my life.”
“Mine too,” Gibb whispered.
Ty stepped in front of them, the luminous glow of his white T-shirt the only part of him clearly visible in the darkness. “Me three.” His lips sought hers, the sinful glide of his tongue springing a groan from her. While Ty’s hands trailed over her breasts, the firm, enticing bulge of Gibb’s erection pressed into her backside. A delicious melting sensation turned her bones to jelly. It was insane how easily her body responded to Ty and Gibb. All they had to do was breathe, and she instantly got wet and aroused beyond reason.
Apparently tuning into her thoughts, Gibb slipped his fingers to the button on her shorts and worked it and the zipper free. She swiveled her hips, assisting him as he shimmied the garment from her legs while Ty divested her of her tank top. A moment later Gibb dropped to his knees behind her and peeled her panties down. His warm breath a maddening feather caress along her quivering flesh, he traced the hill of her buttocks with the pads of his fingers. Every molecule of her being was ensnared within his and Ty’s spell. They were the soul focus in this lush, consuming darkness where her senses ran wild.
The wet rasp of Gibb’s tongue traversed her flushed skin. Kneading both butt cheeks in his big hands, he ducked his head and licked her pussy with teasing laps before coasting his mouth upward. With absolutely no warning on his part, his tongue swirled over the last place she’d expected it to go. She wobbled, her shuddered breath gusting into Ty’s mouth. “Oh God.”
Ty’s husky laugh only added to the naughty, exquisite sensations purling through her. “Whatever Gibb’s doin’ must be hella good.”
“You have no idea.” She shivered as Gibb’s wicked tongue picked up its pace. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
Gibb’s fingers drifted between her legs and slicked through her wetness. “Kind of the whole idea.” He taunted her aching clit with a slow figure eight that made her knees tremble.
She clung to Ty’s broad shoulders to keep from buckling to the floor. Rather than taking pity on her plight, the devious conspirator bent to take one of her nipples in his mouth. Curling his tongue, he effortlessly worked the nub into a pebbled peak before moving on to her stomach and rimming her belly button. One long, sliding kiss southbound and his tongue replaced Gibb’s fingers on her clit. Their mouths working in perfect syncopation on opposite ends of her, they whipped her into a frenzy of ecstasy, until she was freefalling into an endless spiral of climax. Whimpering for mercy, she wobbled in their arms.
Finally granting her a blessed reprieve, they released her and hurriedly stripped. For several excruciating moments the only sounds in the room were their harsh, labored breaths, the frantic rustle of fabric and the unmistakable crinkle of foil ripping. Just when she thought she was going to pass out from the expectation, Gibb twined his fingers with hers and led the way up onto the padded dais. The smooth, slick surface of the plastic sheeting felt both odd and strangely arousing as she situated herself between Gibb and Ty. Every tactile sensation was magnified to the extreme in this neon-lit twilight.
Recalling the jar of opened paint, she stretched sideways and dipped two fingers in the fluorescent liquid before studying the dim outline of Gibb’s sculpted pec. “Hm, I’m thinking you really need a tattoo of a dolphin right there. Or, ooh, maybe a shark.”
Gibb chuckled. “Jaws sounds way more badass than Flipper. Just sayin’.”
Humming the opening bars to the Jaws theme song, she crawled onto Gibb’s lap and made herself comfortable. Utilizing just the tip of her index finger, she began outlining the shark. Lost in her task, she didn’t immediately react when Ty lifted her slightly and positioned her over Gibb’s straining shaft. But the moment she lowered onto that hot, silk-and-steel length of pulsing flesh, all other diversions instantly fled for the hills.
A shaky whimper slipping from her, she instinctively undulated her hips, taking Gibb deeper. He rewarded her efforts with a ragged groan and a slow thrust that drew her pleasure to a strained thread of tension. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, smearing her painstakingly crafted shark into an indistinct blue blob.
Ty’s lips tickled along the side of her neck. “Aw, darlin’. Hate to say this, but you’d really suck at Pictionary.”
His observation was so typically Ty, she couldn’t rein in her gasping laugh. Her fit of giggles morphed into a wanton moan as he aligned his cock with Gibb’s and eased inside her overstuffed channel. His lips flirting with her earlobe, he handed her the jar of lime-green paint. “Let’s see how well you do with two cocks distracting ya.”
“I’m so going to fail at this.” Sighing, she uncapped the jar and swirled a fingertip through the paint. This time Gibb and Ty joined in on the finger-painting fun, branding each other with such dubious noble titles as King Cock Sucker and Long Dong Kong. She rolled her eyes. “I hope to God this stuff doesn’t wash off easily and you’re stuck with those for the next month.”
Ty snorted. “If that’s the case, you’re going down with us.” Employing a blind dexterity that was pretty damn impressive, he wrote his name on her left breast and Gibb’s on the right. Next he sketched the word ours on her mound with an arrow pointing to her pussy. She knew he was only being playful and silly, but the gesture filled her with a bittersweet joy.
She was theirs. Heart, body and soul. Even if she never declared it out loud to them, there was no denying the truth of it.
Reaching behind her to stroke Ty’s nape while she clutched Gibb’s shoulder, she swiveled her hips and squeezed her inner muscles, earning appreciative groans from them both.
“Fuck, I love it when you do that.” Ty nuzzled her neck, his breath hot and ragged. “Makes me want to come inside you like you wouldn’t believe.”
His admission provoked a sizzling flush over her skin and beaded her nipples. That last response became known to Gibb as his fingers discovered the peaked tips of her breasts. His maddening caress lingered, gently plucking her nipples until she was straining and gasping for mercy. She tucked her hands over his, but he surprised her by lifting her arms and securing them around Ty’s neck. “Don’t let her move from that spot.”
The fir
m command in Gibb’s voice brought delicious flutters to her stomach, and her pussy clenched. “W-what are you going to do?”
“Testing the theory of whether or not you can come just from having your nipples played with.”
“I can’t.”
Gibb’s mouth brushed her ear. “Want to make a wager on that?”
His suggestion was unexpected, ridiculous and utterly sexy when voiced in that husky whiskey baritone of his, and she couldn’t help succumbing to its allure. She licked her lips. “Okay. What do I get when I win?”
“The most amazing orgasm of your life while you’re coming all over our cocks.”
She bit back a moan at the enticing image he’d implanted in her brain. “Sounds doable so far. What do you get if I lose?”
“You, having the most amazing orgasm of your life while you’re coming all over our cocks.”
She grinned. “That sounds suspiciously familiar.”
“It’s a win-win for everyone. You game?”
“Hm, let me think about this for a second. All right, go for it.”
Gibb chuffed. “That wasn’t a second.”
“Did you honestly think I needed that long?”
“Sassy. Just for that I’m forbidding you from moving at all. You’ll have to sit like a good girl and take everything I do to you without the slightest squirm on your end.” After directing Ty to restrain her hips with his hands, Gibb returned his fingers to her breasts. He started with delicate strokes over her areolas and worked his way ever closer to the throbbing centers of her nipples. By the time his thumbs and forefingers tightened around the swollen nubs, she was straining against Ty’s unrelenting hold. It was the most exciting, sweet torment. One that she held no prayer of surviving once Ty got his dirty mouth in on the act.
“You’re so wet, I can feel you drenching me all the way down to my balls, baby. You’re dyin’ to come, aren’t you?”
“You are rat-bastard cheaters.”
Gibb chuckled. “There was no rule about him not talking. Or me doing this.” His grip constricted another fraction on her nipples, until every nerve receptor in her body buzzed in blissful awareness. Each tug and rasp of his calloused fingertips sent a corresponding beat through her clit, warning of imminent detonation. Her head fell back against Ty’s collarbone, her muscles tensed and quivering, the breath refusing to escape her lungs.
“Fuck. She’s ready to go over. Hard.” A tremor worked its way through Ty as he massaged the swells of her hips. “Her pussy is starting to draw up.”
“I know. Get ready to take over on her clit.” Gibb squeezed her nipples one last time, splintering the pleasure into a million fragments.
She bowed, a scream poised on her lips. At the last moment, Ty’s hand slipped over her mouth, muffling the sound while Gibb stroked her through the blinding haze of ecstasy, his crooning words of encouragement and praise only making her shudder uncontrollably. When Ty’s finger ghosted in place over her clit, she moaned, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes at the indescribable pleasure they were showering upon her.
She’d never felt this wonderfully loved, her body the source of their complete attention and devotion. She wanted to tell them all these things, but the ability to speak had abandoned her. Limp and drained, she clung to them as they began moving inside her, slowly driving her back to that dazzling peak. This time when she broke, she took them along with her, their racking shudders and groans of completion the perfect endnote. The best part of all though was when they cuddled her close, the steady thump of their hearts a cherished soundtrack in the afterglow.
Chapter Fifteen
The ride back to the Bishop homestead awarded Gibb far too much time to think. It wouldn’t be a dangerous prospect if he could keep his mind firmly planted on the amazing experience they’d shared in the Black Room. But his brain had an annoying habit of constantly throwing out reminders that his protective wall was disintegrating to dust.
He could no longer fool himself that this was nothing more than lust and pent-up yearning. All these years he’d clung to the illusion that his desire for Kay and Ty had nothing to do with love.
Total bullshit.
He loved them with every fiber of his being. And that scared the living fuck out of him. What was he supposed to do with these feelings when their time was up? He couldn’t revert to the way things were before. Or pretend that he viewed Ty and Kay only as friends and occasional fuck buddies. He wasn’t wired to be casual about sex. Particularly when it came to the two people he envisioned a forever with. But Kay had her life back in Michigan. And Ty… Shit. There was no guarantee that he wouldn’t pull another freak-out stunt at the first mention of the L word. There was no way in hell Gibb could survive watching Ty systematically bang his way through a harem of women because he couldn’t handle the pressure of openly loving another man.
A fist-sized ball of anguish lodged in his gut, he nosed the Bronco into the Bishop driveway. The second the vehicle was parked, Ty swung open the rear passenger door and leapt outside with a hearty whoop. “First one to the shower gets a double blowjob.”
“Heh. How much would it suck for him if I got there first? No pun intended.” A grin stretching her mouth, Kay slid Gibb a glance. The sparkle dimmed in her gaze and was quickly replaced by concern. “You don’t look happy. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
She reached for his hand. “Please talk to me.”
He stared into her soft, expressive eyes, his heart knocking with the impossible desire to free the words held hostage by his fears. “Kay…”
His cell chirped on its perch atop the center console, fracturing the tension suspended within him. Pulse slowly ebbing to normal, he scanned the display screen. My cock is getting lonely. He grunted. “Ty is talking to his dick again.”
“That thing never shuts up.”
“Shit, ain’t that the truth. Better get inside before it really starts pitching a bitch.” He grabbed his door handle and started to push it open.
“You were going to tell me something.”
He met Kay’s prodding gaze. “It’s not important.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.” He backed up the lie with a nod. “Now how about we go give Ty’s cock some company?”
They headed into the house together. A quick check revealed no sign of activity in or around the outdoor shower. Reversing course, they made tracks for the hallway. Following the distant shush of running water, Gibb led the way to the remodeled master bath and the enormous glass-enclosed steam shower. The sight of Ty nude, bronzed and gleaming beneath the cascade of water streaming from the rain showerhead punched Gibb square in the solar plexus. One third of his hope, fear and most likely doomed love once again beckoned him with the forbidden.
And damn if Gibb stood any chance of saving himself from the inevitable fall.
His attention drifted to the alluring curve of Ty’s cock. Over the last several days, Gibb had gotten intimately acquainted with every ridge and vein it possessed. Once he’d passed that initial hurtle of awkwardness in the outdoor shower, handling Ty had become as natural as stroking his own cock. They hadn’t taken things past the oral or jacking stage though. Not that Gibb wasn’t hungry to. Fuck, talk about an understatement. He was as desperate to bury himself balls-deep in Ty’s ass as he was Kay’s. But just like with Kay, he wasn’t about to push Ty into doing something he wasn’t ready for.
Still, he’d be a damned liar if he didn’t admit that he was mighty tempted to take advantage of the situation when Ty dropped the bar of soap and stooped over to pick it up. Shifting his focus to Kay before he gave in to his overwhelming urge to give her some inspiration for a hot Bubba and His New Jail Bitch scene, Gibb slipped her tank top over her head. Within seconds they were both stripped down to their birthday suits, and they piled into the shower with Ty.
His grin devilish, Ty passed Gibb the soap. “You think I don’t know what you were contemplating, Long Dong Kong?”
The oxygen breezed from Gibb’s lungs, only to congest into a compressed ball in his throat when Ty’s fist closed around him. His smoky gaze glued to Gibb’s, Ty stroked up and down Gibb’s stiff length. “I’m dyin’ to feel this bad boy stretching my ass to the limits and rubbing up against my prostate.”
Another shaky breath shuttled from Gibb. “If you’re just looking to be a cock tease, so help me, Christ, I will kick your fucking ass.”
“Nope. I’m dead serious. Thing is, I’ve been hoping you might be willing to give it a go, so I bought a toy for me while I was picking up some goodies for Kay in the event she’s open to trying a little back-door pleasure.” Ty’s steady stare turning heavy-lidded with molten heat, he glided his thumb over the weeping slit in Gibb’s cock head. “And let me tell ya, amazing as that dildo felt in my ass, ain’t no way it’s gonna compare with you.”
Gibb’s mouth went a thousand degrees of dry. “You fucked yourself with the dildo?” Just the visual alone threatened to make him unload all over Ty’s fist.
Judging from the shivery expression plastered on Kay’s face, he wasn’t the only one aroused beyond words at Ty’s confession. She licked her lips. “The least you could have done was give us a demonstration, Ty.” Her giggle turned into a gasp when Ty snaked his free arm around her waist and hauled her beneath the spray.
Giving a lusty chuckle, Ty squeezed her butt cheek. “Yeah, I coulda, but don’t you think utilizing the real thing would be more educational and hotter than shit?”
Kay gave an enthusiastic nod, causing Ty’s grin to widen.
Gibb swallowed hard, attempting to loosen his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “You want me to fuck your ass in front of Kay?”
