Reese rolls over dragging me on top of him.
“You’re so gorgeous. Ride me.”
The fire flickers against the side of his face and all along my naked body. Everything seems to calm as Reese latches onto my thighs and watches me intently as I move slowly up and down.
“That’s it. Fucking own me, baby,” he groans, his jaw clenched, never tearing his wild eyes off me.
In the midst of our moment, I feel Dev behind me, “Open,” he shoves two fingers in my mouth and pumps them until their wet. I suck diligently, lubricating them like he wants. Utilizing my rolling hips, he penetrates my ass with his two oiled fingers. The added pressure heightens the kindling feeling inside, but I know the fire won’t come until he sinks inside me, too.
“Dev,” I implore, “I need you.” I continue my undulating flow.
“Need me? Where? Here?” He pushes in deep and spreads his fingers, stretching me outrageously wide.
“Yes. There.” I whimper feebly, my pussy beginning to ache.
“Tell me how much you want me there. Beg me to fuck you.” He’s right there in my ear, his breath warm and voice erotic.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Not good enough.” He continues to invade my loosening little hole.
“Please, fuck me. Fuck me while Reese fucks me. Make me come, make me cry.”
“Butterfly,” he sounds appeased, pushing me forward so my chest is touching Reese’s. “Now, that’s how you beg.” So stealthily, I barely notice, Dev removes his fingers before he thrusts into my ass. “Ah!” My body immediately lights up, full and stretched and completely possessed.
“Damn, Kayla.” Dev leans over and kisses my back, sounding pained. “I’m never fucking prepared for how tight you are.”
“She’s perfect.” Reese tangles his fingers in my hair and kisses me sloppily, his tongue roaming all over the place. I respond, kissing him back, indulging in the two men who are about to destroy me.
“I need to come,” I whine with an orgasm stalled in my womb desperately trying to claw its way out.
“So move, baby.” Dev grabs my ass cheeks and spreads them wide. “Make yourself come. Use us.”
With some effort, I rock my hips, finding the perfect rhythm to get me off. Reese thrusts upwards slightly as I grind back on Dev’s cock, and soon my hissing sounds are elevating, and my movements are fitful.
“Oh God, you feel so good. You both feel so fucking good.” I lose myself, my inner walls clenching Reese while my ass muscles squeeze Dev.
I pant like an animal as I rock my hips frantically, using them for their bodies the same way they use me for mine.
“Ahh!” I thrash as my clit throbs, and I come like a raging river, dragging Reese and Dev downstream with me.
“Oh, fuck! Holy shit!” they both exclaim, tensing below me and behind me. It’s a trifecta of pleasure—a domino effect that travels rapidly through all three of us until no one’s left standing.
Just the crackle of the fire and our labored breathing flit through the room.
I’m too warm, but thoroughly sated, as I lay across both men.
Both gorgeous, glorious, infatuating men.
Do I know what I’m doing? Hell no.
But if it’s wrong, I never want to be right.
I never want to be without either of them.
This love has consumed me and changed me irrevocably.
No matter what, I will always belong to both of them.
“Why do you have to leave so soon? The first race isn’t until March.”
Kayla is crushed. I’ve put this moment off for as long as I could, but it’s time.
“Baby, I explained this to you already. I have to train, and then I need to test. One goes hand in hand with the other.” The look in her chocolate-brown eyes is devastating. “You think this is easy for me?” I take her face in my hands. “Leaving?”
“Yes.” She sniffles, the tears a constant stream.
“No.” I kiss her. “But it’s my job. I’m under contract, and I want to reclaim my title.”
“You’ll be gone for over two months.”
“I know. But this is the job. And I take it very seriously. I have to go.” I wipe her wet cheeks with the pads of my thumbs. “Don’t be upset. Dev is here. You won’t be alone.”
“Was that your sordid plan all along?” she fumes. “You leave and Dev babysits?”
“Maybe.” I tease her lips with my tongue. “I take care of what’s mine.”
“I’m going to miss you like crazy. I already do.”
“No, you’re not. We’ll FaceTime every day and sext every night. I’ll make you come with just my dirty words.”
That gets me a tiny smile.
“I’ll come back right after the first race. On a plane an hour later.”
“Promise?” Her expression is hopeful.
“I promise.” I kiss her again, slowly, passionately, pouring all my emotion into one elongated embrace. “Love was just another word until you gave it a definition. Think about that when you’re missing me. You changed me, Kayla.” I press my lips to her forehead.
“You changed me, too.” Her voice strains, and so does my heart.
“I’m an influencer. What can I say?” I try to make light of the situation.
“Reese.” A giggle breaks through. That’s how I want Kayla to be before I leave. Happy.
“I expect you to watch every single race,” I stipulate. “Testing, too.”
“I want to protest for so many reasons.”
“But you won’t.”
“No, I won’t,” she gives in easily.
“Good. Because there’ll be an exam when I get back.”
“You’re sort of making me want you to leave.” She curls her lip cutely.
“Liar.”
She giggles a little more, the sound making my insides thrive.
“Tell me you love me.”
Kayla bats her eyelashes slowly. “I love you.”
“I love you more.”
Reese has only been gone a few days, and I have to give it to Dev. He’s done everything in his power to cheer me up, including taking me out to some fancy-schmancy restaurant in Philly we had to get all dressed up for.
The place is beautiful, with its smoky-gray walls, cheetah-print rug, sleek, black wingback chairs, and huge sprays of white calla lilies.
It’s incredibly romantic, and Dev’s taking the opportunity to lay it on thick. He hasn’t taken his hands or eyes off me all night, dropping sexy compliments here and there just to see me blush.
He has a deep, dark, sensual side I’ve only seen glimpses of when we’re alone. The way he’ll hold me down when it’s just him and me. His take-charge attitude. The dominance of his tone.
Tonight, it feels as if he wants to expose more of that side.
He’s done nothing but stare at me as if he’s starving, a salacious twinkle in his electric-blue eyes. He’s acting different, and it both scares me and excites me.
The waiter places our entrées in front of us. He’s a studious man dressed in a black suit and wonderfully gay. The minute he opened his mouth to speak, I was smitten.
“Two filet Oscars with roasted asparagus and truffle mashed potatoes,” he announces proudly, as if he cooked the meals himself.
“Thank you,” Dev and I echo as two perfectly-round steaks sit covered in crab meat before us. Holy shit. If it smells this good, I can’t even imagine how it tastes. We both cut into our meat and the expression of divinity we share after we take our first bite says it all.
“Oh my God.” I can barely contain it. “I think this is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” I cover my half-full mouth, chewing slowly.
“There’s one thing that tastes better.” He winks suggestively.
I can’t keep from rolling my eyes. Everything comes back to sex with him.
“I mean it.” He places his fork on the table then slides his hand across the white tablecloth to hold mine.
“I know you do.” We lace our fingers together. We share a moment of heavy silence as Dev drinks me in. I know I look different tonight. My hair is pulled up in a tight bun, I have a ton of makeup on, and I’m wearing the sexiest pair of heels I own. I sort of feel like a dolled-up ballerina.
“Good. Do you also know how much I love you?”
“Yes,” I answer him honestly, sweetly.
“How much do you trust me?”
That’s a peculiar question.
“Entirely.” And it’s the truth. “Why?”
“Because what I want to do when we get home will take all your trust. And I need to know I have it.”
“What exactly do you want to do when we get home?”
“I want to open our relationship up. I want to expose you to a part of my life I haven’t shared with many people.”
I press my lips together to conceal my thoughts. This should be a shock to me, but it’s not. I’ve heard rumors about Dev’s tastes. And the fact that he shares me with his brother is a testament to his predilection. “I also need you to keep an open mind.”
My imagination races. “Are you going to, at least, clue me in to what I should expect?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t want to give anything away. I want your first time to be a completely new experience with no preconceived notions.”