Jeremy grabbed one of the condoms. “Give me that hand back,” he told Brady as he reached out.
Brady stilled, hesitating even as his breath came faster. Then, his hand found Jeremy’s in the darkness.
Jeremy pressed the foil packet into his palm. Curling his fingers around Brady’s, he held on. “Despite you getting all handsy in your sleep, I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.” He squeezed lightly in reassurance. “Trust me.”
He barely made out Brady’s nod. “Yeah. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Now suit up. We’ve got work to do.”
There was a deep chuckle that made Jeremy’s gut clench, but he forced himself to focus on Trina. He wanted to make this night incredible for her, including experimenting with sex she’d never tried before.
He reached for the bottle of lubricant this time. Squirting a generous amount on his finger, he reached down to find her puckered hole, spreading the pre-warmed liquid around the area in circular movements before pressing firmly against the ring of muscles.
Trina gasped, her whole body tensing. He stopped, unsure if it was arousal making her tense, or if perhaps she didn’t like the feeling. The answer came when she raised her top leg, allowing him better access. He smiled, pressing a kiss to the sensitive area behind her ear. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, and Trina’s head turned until her mouth joined with his. He explored her with slow sweeps of his tongue, drinking her in, drowning in the taste. And all the time he worked his way into her body with his finger, using circular motions to help her muscles relax in preparation. He pulled out of their kiss, far enough to speak. “If you want me to stop, or slow down, tell me straight away.”
She nodded. “I want you.” The words rushed against his mouth, followed by her tongue as she licked her lips. Groaning, he kissed her once more.
Meanwhile, Brady’s hands were all over Trina’s body. Caressing every centimetre of her heated flesh. He used his mouth to kiss and lick her breasts, stomach, everywhere he could reach. His hands brushed against Jeremy over and over, as he caressed Trina’s arse cheeks, or stroked his way up her back. The extra stimulation was torture to Jeremy’s senses. He wanted more, but he would die before he asked for it. Trina was his main concern, and she was just about ready.
He licked his lips before he spoke, hoping to keep some semblance of control in his voice. “Lift her leg over your hip as you enter her,” he told Brady. “Not too high.”
Brady reacted immediately, no hesitation this time. Jeremy held still as he felt Brady ease his way into Trina’s body. Tension radiated from the other man as he fought to keep a slow pace. The feel of these two people moving against him as they had sex, Jeremy wasn’t sure he’d ever been this turned on. For a moment, he simply breathed, willing his body to calm down. There was no way he would allow this to come to a premature end. The rewards of holding out were too phenomenal.
Ripping open the second packet, he rolled the condom down his length, almost groaning at the sensation of his own hand on his rigid flesh. He applied extra lubricant before getting into position. “Brady, pull out for a sec.”
Brady muttered a curse as he withdrew, allowing Jeremy to push forward. Trina’s body resisted for a moment, before giving way to his penetration. He paused, fondling her breasts and stomach as he took deep breaths. Then he began to move, easing his way deeper with each thrust. Trina’s head lolled on the pillow as she clutched at Brady’s shoulders, seemingly lost in sensation. That was exactly where Jeremy wanted her. When she took him with ease, her entire body relaxed and moving in time with his, he leaned up on one elbow so he could talk to Brady. Double penetration could be a difficult gig to pull off and he knew he would have appreciated a little help the first time he’d tried it.
“When you feel me pull out, you push in. Yeah?”
A grunt was the only reply and Jeremy smiled at the inarticulate sound. Still, Brady took his cue. When Jeremy pulled most of the way out, Brady buried himself in Trina’s slick wetness with one hard thrust. The move pushed her back onto Jeremy’s cock another few centimetres and he fought not to sink into her too deep. All three of them moaned in unison and Jeremy wondered if he’d make it to the end of this night with his soul intact.
Brady withdrew and Jeremy sank back inside, only to feel Brady take his place as he pulled out. “You can feel me, yeah?”
“Every fucking inch,” was the groaned reply.
It didn’t take long for the rhythm to be set, and soon they were moving together, the perfect counterpart. Brady’s cock rubbed against his through Trina’s thin membrane every time they moved and Jeremy fought not to blow his load too quickly. If this was as close to Brady as he would ever get, he didn’t want to rush it.
“Damn, you feel good.” He wasn’t entirely sure who he was talking to when the words left his mouth. The woman he held in his arms, or the man he was desperate to touch skin to skin.
“You,” Trina gasped. “You both feel,” she let out a long groan, “incredible.”
Brady caught Trina’s mouth in a kiss, devouring her. At the same time, his hand reached out to grip Jeremy’s arse, pulling the three of them tighter together. Jeremy’s hips jerked, his rhythm faltering. He bit down lightly on Trina’s shoulder, grasped at one round breast. She gave a hoarse cry as she started to shudder between them. The last of Jeremy’s control splintered and he came in great shuddering spurts. He couldn’t stop his hand from grabbing onto Brady in the end. And when Brady curled an arm around him, his heart went into free fall.
Chapter 13
Trina rose slowly to consciousness, warm and comfortable between two male bodies—two naked male bodies. That’s where her brain screeched to a halt and her eyes snapped open. She lay on her back, so all she could see was the ceiling overhead, but her body told her everything else she needed to know.
On her left, Jeremy was curled into her side. He had one arm wrapped around her waist and his face tucked into the crook of her neck. Faint puffs of air tickled her skin as he breathed in his sleep. Then there was Brady. He was on her right, and also had an arm wrapped around her, but his hand wasn’t resting so innocently on her waist. No, he apparently felt the need to palm her breast in his sleep. Lying on his side, he’d also managed to nestle his right leg between her knees.
She kept perfectly still, not wanting to wake either man until she’d had a few minutes to think about how she would handle the situation. Unfortunately, her traitorous body had other ideas. Her nipples hardened in seconds, the left one stabbing Brady’s palm with an undeniable eagerness. Meanwhile, lower down, her muscles began to contract and release in slow undulations, greedy for more of last night’s offerings. Her eyes slid closed as she silently cursed her own lack of control. When the hell was she going to start acting like an adult instead of a horny teenager without an off switch?
After all the resolutions she’d made in the past few weeks, about introducing concepts like logic and good sense into her life, she’d still fallen into bed with Brady and Jeremy at the first opportunity. There was no blaming her actions on poor instincts either. She’d known full well this would not get her any closer to where she wanted to be and she’d done it anyway—the temptation too great to resist.
Jeremy stirred beside her, his lips pressing against her neck in a lazy kiss. “Good morning,” he murmured. “How are you feeling?”
Confused. Disappointed in herself. Heady with arousal. “I’m fine. And you?”
“Fantastic.” She could feel Jeremy’s smile against her skin. “You are officially my favourite human in the whole world.”
She turned her head to touch her forehead against his. “The feeling is mutual.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that. I think there might be one person you like more than me.” He smirked at her as he lifted his head high enough to peek over her chest. She followed his gaze to the still sleeping Brady. “Personally, I don’t blame you. He’s quite a catch.” Lifting himself up, Jeremy slid his body over hers, pull
ing the sheet out of the way when it would have become trapped between them.
With a grunt, Brady moved his leg as Jeremy nestled his hips between Trina’s thighs, only to lift it over Jeremy’s leg and put it back again. The hand that had palmed her breast wrapped itself around Jeremy’s back and he snuggled deeper against Trina’s side. He was still asleep, oblivious to the fact they were now about as entangled as they could get without being inside each other.
“Turns out his arrow is extra bendy when he’s sleeping,” Jeremy said with a lazy sigh as he watched Brady’s face. “Do you think we should wake him?”
“Not yet.” She shook her head. “Don’t wake him yet.” There could be no repeat of last night, not if she wanted to move closer to her goals. Logical, life-progressing decisions did not include regular threesomes with friends—no matter how amazing they were. Once they left this bed, she could not—would not—invite them back into it. But while they were still here, she wanted the moment to last as long as possible.
Jeremy nodded, as if understanding her reluctance to see their night together come to an end. He lowered his head to kiss her, taking his time as his lips barely brushed hers in slow, easy caresses. She whimpered in the back of her throat, her arms sliding around his waist to hold him close.
A sudden intake of breath alerted them to the fact Brady was awake. Trina turned her head toward him, unsure what she would see in his eyes. They were barely open, as if he was only just on this side of consciousness. The arm that had been wrapped around Jeremy drew back so he could cup his hand around her cheek. There was a possessiveness in his eyes that belied everything they’d done the previous night. When he turned his head to look up at Jeremy, though his thumb continued to stroke her cheek, the possessive look in his eyes remained.
Trina licked her lips as she watched the two men look at each other. Her gaze shifted from one to the other as she held her breath, waiting to see what would happen next.
Jeremy was the first to move, lowering his head once more. Only this time, instead of pressing his lips against hers, it was Brady’s mouth he was after.
The hand Brady had on her cheek tensed, before he seemed to cede the moment. His fingers curled, sliding deep into her hair to cup the back of her head.
As they kissed, Trina saw Jeremy’s tongue dip into Brady’s mouth. Tasting, teasing, drawing him out until he returned the favour. Then, with a reluctant sigh, Jeremy drew away.
Brady didn’t move, instead staring at Jeremy with a faint look of surprise.
“This may be the best morning ever,” Jeremy said in a low murmur, a sexy grin on his face. “Except for the part where it’s getting late. Business calls and I must answer.” He rose from the bed, not even trying to hide his morning erection. “Don’t have too much fun without me,” he called over his shoulder as he left the room. They heard the bathroom door close and, a few moments later, the shower came on.
In Jeremy’s absence, a weighted silence fell. She should get up. Jeremy wasn’t the only one who had to get to work on time. But she felt like she should say something first, anything to break the sudden strain choking the room.
A snort sounded beside her and she turned her head to see Brady rubbing his hands over his face before they dropped back to his bare chest. “This isn’t awkward at all.”
Trina started to giggle, thankful at least one of them was able to express themselves. At least they were both thinking the same thing. She kept the sheet tucked around her breasts as she dragged herself into a sitting position. “Maybe a little.”
“Do you regret what we did?” He stared at the ceiling as he asked the question, but she could see the way he held his breath as he waited for her answer.
She shook her head. “No.” Despite the self-recriminations that had filled her head the second she woke up, she couldn’t bring herself to regret one of the most incredible sexual experiences of her life. Even if it wasn’t destined to lead anywhere, and she recognised the need to start making decisions that would lead somewhere, she couldn’t say she was sorry it happened.
Brady released a long, shuddering breath before sitting up beside her. “I’m glad.”
“What about you?” she asked, thinking of the kiss he’d shared with Jeremy. “Anything you’d take back?”
“No.” He grinned as he leaned back against the headboard, his shoulder brushing against hers. “This is the most relaxed I’ve been in a year.”
“A year?” She raised her eyebrows in surprise. “I take it you’ve been going through a dry spell.”
“Something like that.” His smile dimmed, but there was warmth in his eyes as they caressed her face. “Meeting you and Jeremy is the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time.”
Looking at Brady, she felt her heart swell. Feelings she wasn’t supposed to have for this man rose to the surface, making her heart beat faster. She could imagine herself falling for Brady in a big way. With his dark eyes and quiet ways. She knew now, after the way he’d assumed command of the situation last night, he was a force to be reckoned with, and that innate confidence drew her in. Except, he looked at Jeremy with as much lust as he looked at her. The kiss the two of them had shared this morning was proof. Brady was exactly what he’d claimed to be, a little bit bent. That wasn’t what she wanted in a life partner. She wanted to be with a man who wanted her and only her. She wasn’t like her brother and, ultimately, she didn’t want to share… herself or her partner.
The facts at her disposal made it clear, Brady Shaw was not relationship material. If she allowed her instincts to lead her down this path, not only would she be delaying her plans to build the life she wanted, she’d be choosing the heartbreak Brady’s wandering eyes would inevitably bring. There wasn’t even a smidgen of logic in such a choice. Keeping that thought uppermost in her mind, she turned away.
“I have to get up or I’ll be late for work.”
Brady watched as Trina reached into the bottom drawer of her bedside table. She drew out a fresh nightgown and slipped it over her head. The blue satin flowed down over her naked body, hiding the curves he knew he would no longer be allowed to touch.
Disappointment burned in his gut. She’d been right there with him, their breath mingling in the early morning quiet. Then, he’d mentioned Jeremy’s name, and she was gone. He shouldn’t have said what he had about the two of them being good for him. Or, at least, he should have said it differently. But he’d had enough of omitted truths and secrets. The secrets always revealed themselves anyway, one way or another. He’d learnt that lesson the hard way.
He’d thought Trina might be different, though. She obviously had no problem with Jeremy’s homosexuality. She hadn’t even seemed put off when he’d admitted his own occasional attraction to other men. It wasn’t something he experienced often, only a handful of times in his life. He’d never thought much of it, had accepted it as an unstated part of himself. Until one of those rare attractions had torn his life apart. If he thought he’d found a woman who could accept him for who he was, and care for him anyway, he was wrong.
He dressed quickly after Trina left the room. When he headed out to the living area he found her in the kitchen, rinsing the dishes they’d neglected the night before.
Collecting the empty dessert bowls from the table, he carried them over to the bench. “You wash, I’ll dry?” he suggested.
She gave him a smile between one plate and the next. “No need. I’m going to put everything in the dishwasher. It won’t take long.”
“Right.” He stood there feeling like a goose. After the intimacy of the night, she seemed so removed. He wanted to reach out, but couldn’t bear the thought she might flinch if he touched her. “I guess I’ll get going.”
“Okay.” She didn’t look at him this time, but he saw her bite down on her lower lip. Relief snaked through him. She was giving it her best shot, but she wasn’t anywhere near as detached as she wanted to be.
Taking a chance, he stepped in close to her side and cup
ped her cheek in his hand. She turned toward him, her eyes sliding closed on a ragged sigh. “Katrina,” he murmured, leaning down to brush his nose against hers. He would have captured her mouth then, kissed her until she was boneless in his arms. But she backed away.
“I can’t.” Her voice wavered, but her hands were steady as she placed them on his chest, keeping a short distance between them. “I can’t keep doing this.”
Releasing her, he took a step backward and thrust his hands into his pockets to prevent himself from reaching for her again. “Doing what exactly?”
“This,” she cried, waving her arms between them. “Messing around and falling into situations that aren’t going anywhere because it feels good.”
“Only good?” He gave her a doubtful look.
She rolled her eyes, making him chuckle. “Maybe good isn’t the right word.”
“Damn straight.” He moved closer again, slid his arms around her waist. “What’s so bad about messing around anyway? Isn’t that where all good relationships start? With what feels good?”
Her eyes narrowed in speculation. “Are you telling me you want a relationship?”
“I don’t know yet. Maybe.” Last night had been a revelation for him. Somewhere between laughing with her and falling asleep in her arms, a part of himself he’d thought dead had awoken. He felt alive for the first time in a year and he didn’t want to let go of that feeling—not yet. “I think it’s worth exploring, don’t you?”
She looked at him as if he was crazy. “How many long-term relationships do you know that started with a drunken menage?”
“We weren’t drunk.”
“We were tipsy.” She poked at the air in front of his chest with an emphatic finger.
“What do you want to do?” he asked, keeping his voice low. “Go back to being neighbours? Act like we don’t know the taste of each other, like we don’t know how it feels when I’m moving inside you?” He could see the desire in her eyes as she gazed up at him. She was so close. If he dropped his head at all, he’d be kissing her. But he held back, needing more than reluctant surrender. “Do you want me to pretend I don’t want you?”
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