Chapter Three
Garrett was utterly fascinated by this woman and he
felt like he was lying to her because he had zero intention of letting this
last one night. He already wanted more.
She was the one.
It was stupid and way too soon, and he knew he was being
ridiculous, but he also knew that this woman lying between him and Keane was
the one.
“Why did you decide to role-play?” She’d been thoughtful
after her second spanking of the evening. Keane was a hardass but it seemed
like she was too, only in a more literal way. She seemed to crave a hot hand on
her backside. The way she responded, her whole body flushing, the smell of her
arousal hitting the air, all of it pointed to how well her needs dovetailed
with Keane’s.
“Because you’re gorgeous and I wanted to fuck you the minute
I saw you and it felt like you needed something more than vanilla sex. A little
more than D/s sex,” Keane growled. He was naked. They all were and it felt
comfortable.
Usually they left after the sex was over, though they were
just taking a break right now. He didn’t think tonight would go the way it
typically went. He would try to get her to stay with them.
And in the morning he would figure out what her name was. He
would start with her friend. Bobby Farley. Social media made things so easy.
“I like lust at first sight as a trope,” she said with a
grin that threatened to stop his heart. She was so fucking sexy lying there
between them, her nipples hard and mouth soft.
“Huh? What is a trope?” Keane turned on his side, his hand
going to her breast. “This sounds like smart-girl stuff.”
She chuckled lightly. “I don’t know about that.”
Garrett liked to think of himself as a smart boy, and he
didn’t mind showing it off. He liked to understand the women in their life. “I
believe our Red is a fan of romance novels. A trope is something that happens
so regularly in novels it becomes a part of the genre. Like instalust or
instalove.”
She turned his way, brows going up. “That is an excellent
definition. And yes, I am a big-time reader, hence my weird academy fantasies.
But I do think lust at first sight is far more common than the other.”
So she loved romance novels but wasn’t big on romance.
Likely because she didn’t trust it. Someone had done a number on her, but he
could handle it. He would figure out what her problem was and teach her that
she could trust them. Count on them. Rely on them.
Love them.
“I do think love requires more time,” he agreed, though not
entirely. He wouldn’t say he loved her. He would say she was the first woman
he’d met in a long time who he felt strongly that he could love. That they
could love.
Keane wasn’t big on the word love, but it was okay. He could
say it enough for both of them. It was one of the ways they worked as partners.
Keane struggled to trust, and Garrett went all in way too fast. Balance.
Damn, he was the golden retriever.
He knew too much about romance novels. He leaned over and
took one of those gorgeous nipples in his mouth, sucking on it and loving how
her body reacted. He pulled back. “But lust can absolutely be instant.”
Keane’s hand cupped her other breast. “Instant but lasting
all night long.”
Red’s head fell back and she groaned. “I swear you two are
going to kill me.”
“That is not in my plans,” Garrett told her.
Red’s breasts were full and luscious. He leaned back over as
Keane did the same. They both took her nipples in their mouth and sucked until
she was breathless and her legs moved restlessly.
“I have to confess,” she began, “I like the symmetry of
having two men. This is my first threesome.”
“Oh, there’s a lot to like about ménage, sweetheart,” Keane
said in a low drawl and he kissed her. “One of us is always ready. And four
hands on your body is much more fun than two.”
Keane focused all his attention on her.
Garrett watched, enjoying how their mouths fused together.
Keane actually wasn’t big on kissing. He loved the dirty stuff, adored the kink
and discipline, but he shied away from the tender stuff. So it was nice to see
the different side Red brought out in his best friend.
She softened around him, wrapping her arms around his neck
and running her fingers through his hair. All of the awkwardness was gone now,
lost in the pure comfort of their bodies fitting together.
Garrett reached for a condom. It was his turn. After the
scene in the living area, they had moved to the bedroom where they changed
positions and Garrett got a taste of that gorgeous woman’s pussy. It was still
on his tongue. Keane had enjoyed her mouth, and she’d screamed all over again.
He hoped the people in the room next door were heavy
sleepers because he wanted to make her scream all night long.
He stroked his cock while Keane kissed her. He opened the
condom and rolled it on before sliding his hand between her legs. That pussy
was wet and hot and ready for a cock.
They were so hot together. And it wasn’t merely Red. For the
first time he really looked at Keane, and his friend was all hard, masculine
lines and it did something for him. He wasn’t attracted to men normally, but
this was different. This was partnership, and it suddenly didn’t seem so far
away as it had previously.
He realized that if Red asked him to kiss Keane right now,
he would. And he would very likely enjoy it.
They’d given her two orgasms already. It was time for more.
While Keane kissed her passionately, Garrett let his hand
run down her body. First he gave that nipple a twist. He wanted to clamp those
gorgeous tits like jewels that were made just for them.
She whimpered even while she kissed Keane. Her body moved
restlessly, like it already knew exactly what it wanted and they were moving
too slow. He didn’t care. He wanted to torture her in the sweetest way. They
only had one night, and if he didn’t get to spend it tying her up and playing
with her, he would at least take his sweet time. That meant giving her nipple a
nip after the twist and then little bites all the way down. Nothing that would
hurt her or even leave a mark. He wouldn’t do that without clearly established
boundaries. He didn’t know how much pain she liked or if she wanted to be
marked.
But he wanted to know.
He wanted to know everything about this woman. She was
maddening in her decision to keep the fantasy up. He wanted this to feel real,
but that was a bridge he would cross in the morning. Tomorrow the fantasy would
be over, and he would show her how good it could be to know him in the real
world. He would order breakfast and treat her like their precious sub. He would
meet her every need, and she would tell him her name and they would start
something real.
He could smell her pussy. Her scent was like a drug. So were
all the sweet sounds she made when he licked her clitoris.
Keane pulled away and rolled off the bed. “I think it’s time
to play again, Red. Time to serve your Masters. Let me get behind you.”
She shifted and Keane moved behind her, settling her between
his legs. He hooked his feet around her ankles and spread her wide for Garrett.
He damn near came then and there. She was spread out for him
by the man he’d spent most of his life with. This was what he wanted. He hadn’t
even realized it. He’d never thought about the future beyond their jobs and
when they could get into Austin next.
But he had lived around Lucas and Lexi and Aidan long enough
to know a relationship like this could work. They had a life and a family and a
couple of amazing businesses.
What if he and Keane could have that, too?
Then he was past thinking because her eyes were on him and
she held out a hand, welcoming him.
It was an invitation he would never refuse.
He slid up, managing to cover her body with his. There was
something deeply intimate about having her between him and Keane. It felt right
in a way nothing had before. They had been floating through the last few years,
enjoying the peace and calm after their chaotic younger times. But they hadn’t
considered the future, and it seemed like the best possible future was between
them right now.
His cock rubbed against her pussy. He was so hard he
couldn’t breathe, but he took the time to kiss her. To tangle their tongues and
let the anticipation build between them. “You are so fucking gorgeous, Red.
Thank you for spending the night with us.”
Her hands came up, running through his hair, and there was
more than lust in her eyes. There was passion there. There was connection.
He kissed her again.
“Please, Master G,” she whispered against his lips.
He wanted to hear his real name from her, but that was a conversation
for tomorrow. For tonight their connection was real, and it was time to make it
physical.
He felt her legs move, wrapping around his hips, and he
couldn’t hold back a second longer. He thrust up, joining their bodies. Heat
flooded him, and he had to take a moment. She felt too tight, too good. He
wanted to fuck her hard and flood her with him, but he ignored the instinct. It
was so much more important to bring her the same pleasure she was bringing him.
“How does he feel?” Keane whispered the question, obviously
knowing he needed a moment. His friend could read him like a book. Like he was
the other half of Garrett, the careful one, the one who considered every side
of a problem before jumping in.
Garrett was the one who dove in, who followed his gut.
“He’s so big,” Red whispered back, and she wriggled as
though getting used to his size. “He feels so good inside me.”
She was the one who felt good. Tight. So perfectly tight
around his cock. He let his head rest against hers, allowing the moment to
settle on him. “You are perfect for us.”
Her hands tightened on his back and then relaxed again.
“That’s why you purchased me from the academy, Sir.”
He hated that this wasn’t real for her. It felt real for
him. But this was what she needed. In the morning she would see that they
should give it a real shot. He kissed her again and then brought his torso up,
his eyes meeting with Keane’s. There was a connection that hadn’t been there