“So wet already.” Reese massages Kayla’s clit while he strokes himself. “You like Dev’s cock in your mouth?” I drop my head forward and watch as he lines up behind her and then plunges into her pussy. The force of his hips pushes her forward, eliciting a moan and driving my cock deeper. She gags slightly as the head brushes against the back of her throat, but I hold her steady. The depths of her warm, wet passage unparalleled. I keep my cock right there, grazing her tonsils as Reese fucks her.
“You like me inside your pussy, too?” Reese latches onto her hips. I can see her arousal glisten on his erection as he eagerly slides in and out of her. The only response she’s capable of is a stifled moan. She looks so helpless sandwiched between us. Trapped on both ends, as the two of us use her body in unison, reaping it for all the pleasure it’s worth.
Reese starts to pump faster, already losing himself in the feel of Kayla’s honeyed arousal. I don’t hold it against him; it’s easy to do.
“Fuck, baby, it’s too good.” His firm thrusts cause her to climb a peak. “Give me what I fucking want.” His hips slap against her ass. Her mouth working overtime on my cock. Kayla squirms and moans, the vibrations of her mouth bringing me dangerously close. “Kayla, I need to feel you come. I need to feel that sweet juice pour all over my cock.” Reese is close to erratic as he forces demands on her body. Kayla sucks in air through her nose desperately as she swallows my cock and endures Reese’s beating on her body. She sinks her nails into my ass when she finally comes, muffled sounds of ecstasy trapped in her throat. Her mouth is so hot and tight, it feels like a wet clamp locked around my cock. Reese and I both groan animalistically as we exploit Kayla’s body, manipulating it the way we want for our own personal pursuit of pleasure.
My limbs tingle with pins and needles as Kayla swallows every last drop of my cum. I uncoil from the convulsing sensations as a tiny string of spit follows Kayla’s lips as she detaches from me. Goddamn, this woman.
She can barely stand by the time we’re done with her.
Reese holds her up as she gazes at me with a glassy look in her eyes.
“Are you alive?” I ask, supremely satisfied by the euphoric expression on her face.
She smirks drowsily, snuggling up in Reese’s arms. “Barely.”
I revel in her contentment, pulling her disheveled clothes from her body.
“What are you doing?”
“Undressing you. I prefer you naked. That might become a new house rule. You, always naked.”
“Oh, yeah?” She giggles as I pull her t-shirt off. “I prefer clothes on when I have to cook.”
“Tonight, we’ll cook. You go relax.”
Kayla suddenly becomes more alert. “Really?”
“Really.” I glance at Reese, and he nods.
“As long you’re naked,” he adds.
Kayla sags in Reese’s arms. “I love you.” She sighs, then immediately stiffens. She looks at me wide-eyed. “I mean . . . not . . . love . . . like love . . . um . . .” She stumbles all over her words. It’s adorable.
I laugh, my insides kindling. “I love you, too.” I kiss her gently.
“I love you, three,” Reese follows suit.
“Oh, my. Now I really do need to sit down.” Kayla’s cheeks are burning bright red.
“Too much too fast?” Reese questions.
“No.” She rubs up against him while touching my chest. “Just more than I ever hoped for.”
“We’re yours, baby.” Reese kisses her collarbone. “The dark road that’s one hell of a ride.”
“I’ll never deny that.”
What’s it like to be in love with two men? Scary, exciting, maddening, enlivening.
It’s passion, sin, and sanctuary. It’s also becoming my life.
I don’t recognize this new person, this new side. But I like it. I like the idea of having a secret. Of the illicit love affair. I love all the things Reese and Dev give to me, do to me. They make me want to be dirty, while at the same time forcing me to feel. I haven’t allowed myself that luxury in a long time. But they demand it, and I have no qualms about giving them what they want. Whatever they want, whenever they want it.
I stir my coffee slowly, fantasizing about Dev’s hands and Reese’s lips as I wait for Sam. She was adamant about meeting for breakfast, so here I sit at Lou’s. It’s a beautiful morning, warmer than usual for late November, but still cool enough for sweaters and boots. The sky is blazing with pinks and oranges as the sun rises over the horizon. This is always my favorite time of day. Pure peace, beauty, and vitality.
The door chimes sound forcefully, causing me to look over my shoulder. Sam strides toward me dressed in a black pantsuit and long trench coat. She plops down, motioning to the waitress for some coffee.
“Morning.” I react to her unusual energy. She isn’t the cool, calm, and collected woman I know her to be. Her skin is pale, there are bags under her eyes, and her hair is greasy. Very unlike Sam.
“Are you okay?” I ask, concerned. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her like this.
“I’m fine.” She sniffs as the waitress drops off her coffee. “I’ve been on a stakeout all night.”
“It didn’t go well I take it?”
“Oh, no, it did. Very well.” She dumps a boatload of sugar into her cup and a spot of cream.
“Well, what’s so important that you needed to see me?” Her appearance and her actions are highly concerning.
Sam glances around the barren room before she leans over the tabletop. “Does anyone know you sent me that picture? Is there any way it can be traced back to you?”
“Ah, no. No one knew I took it or sent it. Except you.”
“Okay, good.” She takes a long sip of coffee.
“Sam, what’s going on?” She’s scaring the hell out of me.
“I can’t say right now. I just want to make sure that you have no involvement with what happens next.”
I stare at my aunt. I haven’t seen her at all in the last month. With her crazy work schedule and my crazy life, we’ve barely had time to text each other.
“Should I be worried?” I ask.
“No, sweetie.” She puts a hand over mine. “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep you safe.”
“I didn’t mean me, Sam. Should I be worried about you?”
She huffs. “Kayla, I chose a dangerous job. We both need to make peace with that.”
“Sam, you’re scaring the shit out of me.”
“Good. Fear is good. It makes you remember you’re alive. And I want you to live, Kayla.”
“I am living.” For the first time, in a long time, I am.
“Good.” She squeezes my hand. “Now that that’s out of the way, let’s order. I’m starving.” She enlarges her eyes at the menu.
I stare at her blankly.
Is she being serious right now?
“What can I get you ladies?” the elderly waitress asks cheerfully.
“I’ll have two fried eggs and extra home fries,” Sam orders without missing a beat.
“And you?” the waitress asks. I stutter, unable to peel my eyes away from my aunt.
“Um . . . the same, please.”
Sam hangs back in the diner as I leave for work. Our whole breakfast has me freaking out. She was acting so weird. So unlike her. It makes me wonder if there was a break in her drug case. A big break causing her to fret like that. I chew my nail as I cross the street. Our conversation is going to worry me all day.
Just as I make it to the sidewalk, I hear the roar of an engine. It actually startles me. I look around for the bike and spot a black monster with gold markings pull out from the shadows of the alleyway. I recognize him immediately. It’s Viper, Reese’s arch nemesis. Or, at least, that’s how he exaggerated it. Apparently, they climbed up the racing circuit together. Always in top competition. But Reese was better, and he beat Viper out for the top spot. We all know the rest is history. Reese is convinced Viper is harboring some resentment, and I’m inclined to agree seeing the way they reacted to each other the night of the rally.
My skin erupts in goose bumps, and not the good kind, as he watches me cross the pavement in the direction of the double doors of the hospital. That fucking helmet creeps me out, alien tentacles and all.
Once inside, I shiver with a foreboding feeling. I swear, I need to run fifteen miles just to shake off the anxiety of the morning.
I hurry upstairs, change into my scrubs, and throw myself into work, desperate for the distraction. Before I know it, it’s nearly noon and time for lunch.
In the nurses’ lounge, there’s a spread set out. Potluck. Right, I completely spaced.
“Don’t worry, Kayla. There’s plenty for everyone.” Tricia, my nurse manager, encourages me to eat. “You can just make two dishes next time.” She winks.
She’s a sweet older lady you can get over on, no problem. She hates conflict and avoids it at all costs.
“I can do that.” I pick up a paper plate and smile.
“Done deal.” She steals a drumstick of fried chicken and takes a bite.
Before I even grab a serving spoon, Dev walks into the room.
“I heard there was a feast in here.” He’s his usual suave self. I can almost hear Tricia swoon as he stalks around the table, taking inventory.