Chapter 9
THE SHARING LOOPHOLE
Ryker
There are pacts and then there are provisos. Loopholes, if you will. This sharing loophole is the best motherfucking proviso of all time.
As Trina hangs back to text her friend, Chase and I pay the bill at the counter.
No need to beat around the bush, so while I’m waiting for the attendant to return with my credit card, I pull Chase aside to ask the blunt question.
“Since she’s never done this before, you got an idea of how you want this to go? ”
Even though we’re open in the post-Abby era about who we’re seeing, we’ve never done a chapter-and-verse rundown of our past experiences, nor do I want to.
That shit is personal. He hasn’t needed to know I’ve had a few three-ways.
I’ve always been the third party though—the guy invited into an existing couple for one night, usually to blow a woman’s mind for her birthday or something.
Worked for me since they didn’t involve entanglements.
And in those cases, I took the cues from the two of them, since they’d often have mapped out how they wanted me to play with her.
That worked for me too. I don’t want to be the center of attention—not before or after a hockey game, and not in the bedroom either. But I do want the woman I’m with to feel spectacular.
“I’m thinking,” Chase answers, then he’s quiet for a minute, staring off into the distance. Even though we don’t play on the same team now, we have in the past. That’s the look he gets in his eyes before he takes the lead on the ice or in the locker room.
After he blows out a breath, he turns back to me, confident, certain.
“I have a few ideas about how this can play out, depending on what she wants. Overall, the way I see it in my head, it’s gotta be like scoring in hockey.
Sometimes you get the assist, and sometimes you score the goal. We’ll just trade off.”
“And blow her brains out for the win,” I say with a decisive nod.
“Twice.”
I scoff. “Don’t set the bar so low, Weston. She needs more Os than there are dudes.”
“Good point. Let’s do it,” he says, and we trade a few more ideas for the rest of the night.
Like in hockey, you need a game plan for a three-way, and also ground rules.
And we need to know what she wants and doesn’t want.
Once we’re in the limo, I don’t take the sideway bench again. I sit next to her so she can be between us, right where she clearly wants to be. “We should set the GRs,” I say, diving right into the business of pleasure.
Trina nods a few times, her eyes wide, maybe with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Both are hot. I can’t wait to make her forget her worries and just let go in bed.
But the driver’s lowering the partition. “Excuse me for interrupting. Where did you want me to take you now?”
Oh, right. A destination would be helpful. Trina said she was staying with a friend. “I’m having my floors done tomorrow, so I had to move a bunch of furniture around. My place is out,” I say, since I hate messes. Don’t want to bring a woman home to see one. That’s just rude.
Chase gives the guy the address to his place in Pacific Heights, then raises the partition and tilts his head, looking Trina’s way. “Ground rules. Ladies first.”
Trina parts her shiny lips—she’s reapplied her gloss—but she’s uncharacteristically quiet. I don’t think it’s from a lack of things to say. Based on how wide her green eyes are, I suspect her brain is popping with filthy images.
“Well, I guess the first is…are you two into touching each other?” There’s no agenda in her question—just curiosity.
And it’s a good question. But easy to answer. “Nope,” I say, at the same time that Chase answers with a “No. That cool with you?”
It’s not accusatory. He’s just feeling her out.
“Totally cool,” she says, her tone light. “I mean, if you’d wanted to do that, it’d be fine. But I’m okay being the…”
“Center of attention,” I supply.
She dips her face. “Yes.”
“You will be,” Chase says confidently. “Tonight is all about you. Every dirty fantasy. We’ll give it to you. Isn’t that right, Samuels?”
I tuck a finger under her chin, making her meet my eyes. “Don’t be shy. Say what you want. Makes me hard hearing it.”
“Yeah, it’s fucking hot when you tell us what you want us to do,” Chase adds, and when Trina shudders, I can already tell she loves being surrounded by us, bodies and words.
She turns to me, looking up from behind those sexy glasses, then reaches a hand to stroke my beard. Fuck yes, her hand feels good. I let out a low moan.
“This beard turns me on,” she says in a whisper, seeming kind of awestruck.
And I have a damn good feeling what she wants me to do with it. “You want to feel it on your thighs?” I ask, then whisk my jawline against her face for a hot second. “When I spread your legs apart and devour you?”
Her breath catches. And she gives a desperate “yes” then switches her attention to Chase and looks down at his hand, clasping her fingers through his. “Your hands turn me on,” she adds, sounding a little mesmerized.
She wriggles her hips back and forth, her left one against me, her right one against him. “Feeling both of you really gets me going,” she says.
“Someone wants to be surrounded by men,” I observe.
“I do,” she says.
Jesus, she is a filthy delight. And I am on fire in here.
I’m so damn ready to lean in and taste that pretty little mouth. To catch her moans and sighs on my tongue while getting her all worked up with my hands, and his hands, roaming over her lush curves.
But she sets a hand on my chest, the other on Chase’s. “I don’t know that I’m ready for a full man-wich though,” she says.
I snort-laugh.
Chase cracks up too.
Trina lifts her chin faux demurely. “From what I’ve read, you kind of need to work up to it. Also, I’ve never—”
She stops, like her words are stuck.
Chase, such a helpful dude, finishes the thought.
“Had a dick up your ass at the same time a cock’s buried in your sweet, wet pussy?
” His straightforward tone is the same one he used when telling the driver where to go, and it’s borderline hilarious hearing dirty words said like take a left, then a right.
“Well, Mister Filthy,” she says, bestowing a new nickname. “Just like we didn’t play Ping-Pong tonight, I’ve never played double ding-dong. Or taken a—” She stops, her lips quirking up, her sexy gaze drifting to my straining erection, then to his obvious hard-on. “A firehose up the ass.”
I drop another kiss on her cheek. “Good job using those fancy words,” I say dryly.
Chase runs the back of his knuckles along her cheek, and says, “There’s a whole list of items you can order off the Two Dudes Menu besides a double dicking. Let me handle the list.”
“Like you’re giving me the chef’s special,” she says.
That works for me too—Chase directing the scene.
But what works even better is when Trina pants out a feathery, “Can you guys just kiss me now? I’m dying here.”
When Chase looks my way, his smile disappears. He’s all business. “Kiss her, good and slow, and get her wet.”
Yeah, I had a feeling he’d give the orders I want. For me to go first. Trina turns her face to me, her lips parted. She licks them, and I cup her cheek, stroking my thumb firmly along her jaw, teasing her, making her sigh.
A few hours ago, I slid into this car, annoyed. Cursing the rest of the night. I hated wanting her so much.
Now, with her heart and her charm and her beautiful boldness, I’m amped up in a whole new way. I brush my lips against hers, and when she makes a sound of surprise, I deepen the kiss. I run my tongue along the plumpness of her shiny bottom lip, teasing it with gentle bites.
She moans with each one. With a soft exhale, she parts her lips farther and as she does, a little gasp radiates from the back of her throat. The sound rolls down my body, sparking flames everywhere. She’s so delicate under me, so soft and pliant as I get to know her lips.
As I take my time exploring her mouth, I sense rather than see Chase’s hand.
He’s running his fingers down the side of her neck.
She shudders, and that’s even sexier. The kiss grows hotter as I mirror him, letting go of her face, dragging my hand down her throat, over her chest, teasing at her full tits.
She gasps into my mouth as I reach the top of her breasts. I open my eyes, and wow. She’s kiss-drunk, those green eyes sparkling with longing.
“Work her over, Samuels,” Chase tells me, talking over Trina, and she arches her back.
She fucking likes it when we talk about her. So do I. So does my buddy. But I like to do my own thing too. I don’t entirely follow his orders. Before I return to her tempting mouth, I rub my beard against her cheek, drawing out gasps and shivers.
“Mmm. I just can’t decide how I’m going to eat you. If I’m going to spread you out on the bed and bury my face between your legs.” A drag of my scruff. “Or push you against the wall and get down on my knees.” A rub of my chin against her cheek.
“Draping one leg over your shoulder,” Chase adds, getting into the seductive rhythm of the image I’m painting.
“Or get on my back and tell you to sit on my face,” I muse with one more brush of my stubble against her.
With a plaintive moan, she leans her head back, stretching her neck. “Kiss me,” she demands in the sexiest, neediest whisper ever.
Chase takes over, kissing her swollen lips while I slide a hand over the fabric of her jersey, cupping one breast firmly. Chase kneads the other.
And our girl? She’s squirming in the seat. As she gets lost in his kiss, I slide a hand between her legs. She presses into my palm, urgently and hungrily, clearly wanting more of what we’re giving her.
We’re going to overwhelm her with pleasure tonight.
I tease at the button on her jeans as he kisses her till they’re both panting for breath. As I undo one button and rub my rough fingers along her soft flesh, Trina finally pulls away from him. Her eyes are bright. “When we get to Chase’s place,” she begins, as she catches her breath.
“Yeah, baby?” he asks.
A look at me. A look at him. A breath. “Don’t tell me what’s coming. Just surprise me.”
Yeah, I don’t hate this fan event anymore.