Trinity(45)

“I can’t begin to imagine.”

“Us.” Reese pops his eyebrows. He’s such a goof.

“I’ll never feel rewarded, but I’ll gladly take both of you.” A small bud of happiness blooms in the darkness of my soul. I marvel at how it only took one night for these two men to become my entire world.

“Well, you definitely have us. The question is, what are you going to do with us now?” Reese’s eyes flicker with sinful intent.

I hand myself over willingly. “Whatever you want me to do.”





For the first time in what feels like forever, I don’t know what to do with myself. I have no schedule, no engagements, and no obligations. My lifestyle has gone from Superman to Clark Kent. Unless I’m in bed with Kayla. Then I’m definitely Superman. It’s been two weeks since Kayla, Dev, and I consummated our relationship. It’s not exactly traditional, but it’s working for us. There are some obstacles, I’ll admit. Like keeping what happens between us behind closed doors. The media would have a field day if they found out a pro-racer was involved in a polyamorous, triad, open—whatever the fuck it is we have going on—relationship. With my twin brother, no less. I’m not sure how my sponsors would feel about it, either. There’s a public persona clause in my contract stating I will uphold the brand with maturity, dignity, and respect. Even though I’m -open-minded about my situation, I’m unsure what their views are, and the rest of the world’s for that matter. Luckily, Kayla and Dev understand and have agreed to keep our relationship under wraps.

So, now that I’m on hiatus, I need to find something to do. Dev and Kayla have their lives here and their jobs. All I have is loads of time. Which is why I’m signing on the dotted line. I already did some damage at the Ford dealership, picking up a brand new F150. I drove it right off the lot. Now, I’m procuring two brand spankin’ new dirt bikes. They’re being loaded onto the bed as we speak. I need to stay on top of my game during the winter, and the best way to do that, believe it or not, is to tear up some trails. And there are sick ones all over this area. Why buy two, though? I need someone to spank while I ride. Dev is the perfect person. He’s an expert on cement, but get him on some earth, and he’s reduced to a novice. It’s going to be fun. I contemplated buying a four-wheeler for Kayla, but I’m not sure how she’d react. She’s testy about the whole riding thing, but I’m hoping she’ll come around.

Damn, what I wouldn’t give to see that woman ride a bike.





I listen to Kayla babble on about dinner. She’s making something called smothered chicken. I never expected her to be so domestic. It’s been two weeks since the start of our unconventional relationship and she’s cooked for Reese and me almost every night.

I’ll admit, I was skeptical of the whole idea at first, but being with Kayla every single day—and night—has made me happier than I’ve ever been.

That’s not to say there aren’t obstacles. The rumor mill has already started. People see us show up and leave work together. They also see our incessant flirting. We haven’t copped to anything yet, but sooner or later our secret is going to come out, and I don’t know where that will leave Reese when it does. He needs protection in more ways than one. Needs the heat to stay off his personal life. He has too much at stake. His livelihood is literally on the line. I know his feelings for Kayla are as genuine as mine. The only difference with him, he has another love he’s been committed to his whole life. I wonder how long Kayla is going to measure up. I also wonder how long the novelty of a forbidden romance is going to keep his attention before the lure of the track, the spotlight, and the need for speed draws him away from us. The fact he took a break from racing at all speaks volumes, but Reese isn’t as impulsive as he may seem. He thinks out every detail without you even realizing it. Whatever his endgame, I know one thing for sure. I’ll be the one holding Kayla when the ground bottoms out. I’ll be the one to comfort her. I’ll be the one she chooses.

“What is that?” Kayla and I stare at the intimidating black pickup parked in my driveway.

I tilt my head. “Looks like someone had a busy day.”

“You think?” Her eyebrows are a mile high. “That’s one of the meanest trucks I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, when Reese does something, he always makes a statement.” I turn off my car.

“Hmmm.” She muses as she stares at the F150. I’ll give it to my brother, it is fucking badass.

“What?”

“It’s just funny. You’d think Reese would drive the sports car, and you the pickup.”

“Don’t be fooled. I’ll bet money that truck has a Hemi.”

“I wouldn’t take that bet.” She knows I’m right. Big, bad, and fast describes Reese’s style. Kayla grabs the grocery bags off the floor of my Mustang before she climbs out. I take the opportunity to ogle her ass as the hem of her shirt rides up. She has the perfect bottom. Round, bubbly, and firm. I want to take a bite every time I look at it.

“You coming?” She pops her head into the open passenger side.

“I can guarantee several times tonight.” I smile.

Kayla flutters her eyelashes coquettishly and then slams the door.

Have I mentioned how much I’m loving life?

“It’s about fucking time,” Reese’s voice booms through the house once we enter. “I was about to go stir crazy. Nine to five’s suck.” He leans against the counter in the kitchen.

“Sorry. We can’t all be world famous blowholes. I don’t know what you’re complaining about. It looks like you kept yourself plenty busy.”

“I did, for a little while.” He shrugs, passively.

“Well, if you’re so bored, go make some friends.”

“I have friends,” he opposes childishly. “Knight stopped by to check out my new whip. He was with Tammy.” Reese wiggles his eyebrows at Kayla. “He’s in love.” He covers his heart and makes a kissy face.

“Don’t make fun,” Kayla scolds, hitting his arm with a bag of spinach.

“I’m not. I’m happy for him. Cupid seems to be making his rounds.” Reese leans down and kisses her amorously.

He sure is.

“Do you think you have any more friends for Riley?” he asks.

“Don’t push your luck. I’m not Cupid.” She pulls mushrooms out from one of the bags.

I stand behind Kayla as she continues to unload the groceries. I place my hands on her hips and watch as she separates the chicken from the vegetables and cheese.

“What’s on the menu?” Reese asks intrigued.

“Smothered chicken and Caesar salad,” she says sweetly. She’s being coy. Reese and I both know Kayla is anything but sweet.

“No dessert?” I hear the lust thicken his voice.

“Only if you’re good,” she flirts.

“I’m in trouble then.”

“And why is that?” She plays right into his hands.

“Because I’m never good,” Reese rasps in her ear, and I feel Kayla respond. Her body stiffens, and her breathing accelerates.

I take full advantage of the opening and pull her against me, kissing my way down her neck. “I say we skip the chicken and just have you for dinner.” I suck on her skin and grope her breasts, causing her to whimper.

“I second that.” Reese joins in on the action, shifting us to the side so he can capture Kayla’s face and swallow her needy sounds. “I’ve been waiting to bury myself inside you all day,” he huffs between kisses, the temperature in the room rising rapidly. “I’ve been fantasizing about watching you suck Dev’s dick while I fuck you.” Reese takes the reins, which is perfectly fine with me, especially since I like the way he thinks. Kayla doesn’t have time to verbally respond as Reese shoves his tongue back into her mouth, but her receptive moans and body language tells us everything we need to know. She’d do anything to satisfy us. And trust me, we’d do anything to satisfy her. We may treat her like a little sex toy in bed, but we see her as way more than just some piece of ass. She’s our center. We may not have proclaimed it to the world, but Reese and I both know it’s true. This woman links us in a multitude of ways.

“Turn,” he orders, breathless and wanton. On the cusp of losing it. That’s the difference between him and me; he’s fast and furious, where I’m controlled and slow. I like to build up to the excitement until Kayla can’t contain herself. Until she’s begging and crying and aching to come. I haven’t even scratched the surface of what I want to do to her. The heights I want to take her to. She still has no idea who I really am or what I’m really capable of. But soon she’ll know.

Reese bends Kayla over right in the middle of the kitchen. He peels her yoga pants down to her thighs as she fumbles with my zipper. I’m already raring to go. Just the thought of her mouth wrapped around my cock makes pre-cum leak from the head.

“Do it.” I poke her lips as she glances up at me. She slowly takes me all in, the pleasure instant as inch by thickening inch my straining length disappears into the recesses of her mouth. I drop my head and tangle my fingers in her long dark hair, holding on tight as she sucks gently.