The prospect that somehow they could give this a real shot made that empty feeling she’d suffered for two weeks wash away. She breathed easier. She ate more than tiny meals today. Last night, she’d slept better than she had since she left them.
She’d already realized not dating them didn’t do her any good. At this point, even if their way to fix this was weak, she suspected she’d agree. Why did she care what others thought of her? Sure, they’d have to be unobtrusive, but many couples behaved discreetly in the public eye, and no one needed to know what happened in their bedroom.
Her parents had done the whole monogamy lifestyle, and their marriage had failed. Who was to say a ménage relationship was doomed? Besides, in the month they were together, Kyra had never been happier. In the past two weeks, she’d been more miserable than she thought possible.
She decided that being unusual with them was better than being typical with anyone else.
Kyra slowed the car as the Castle Dolce Vita came into view. The castle, with its aged look and large stone facade, was a stunning sight. Even the garden around the grounds accentuated its beauty.
Turning the steering wheel, she drove up the driveway, noticing cars off to the left side in the parking lot. After she pulled into an empty spot, she turned off the car. She stared at the castle and a rush of warmth swept through her.
She’d been so worried that she’d repeat her mother’s mistakes that she set up boundaries to ensure it would never happen. Brock and Smith’s gesture was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her.
Not only did they want to be in her life, but they fought to be. Her father hadn’t done that for her mother, nor had he ever done that for Kyra. He’d always put work before his family. And maybe that made Brock and Smith perfect in her eyes.
With a smile on her face, she exited the car and journeyed up the stone pathway leading to the castle’s door. There, she knocked on the big wooden door, knowing from Bella and Marley that she couldn’t simply walk into Castle Dolce Vita.
Before she could lower her hand, the peephole opened and a blue eye stared at her. “Kyra Garner to see Smith McDermott and Brock Robertson,” she told the eyeball.
The peephole closed, and then the door swiftly opened to a man wearing black pants with a matching T-shirt that had Castle Dolce Vita written in bold white letters across his chest. His features were kind, as was his smile. “Mr. McDermott and Mr. Robertson have arranged to have you meet them in the Rose Room. Take the stairs, and it’s the second door on your right.”
She smiled, brushing past him. “Thank you.”
Striding through the large foyer, Kyra glanced up at the thirty-foot-high ceilings above her before she climbed the staircase. Once she reached the wooden balcony, she scanned all the different doorways leading to all sorts of sexual fantasies.
When she finally arrived at the door with the sign ROSE on the right side, she drew in a deep breath. While she wanted to run straight into Brock and Smith’s arms, she also knew she couldn’t. Yes, they’d fixed one of the problems about their being together, but there was still the issue about how this would all work.
Sure, she’d agree to just about anything with them right now. Though Kyra also knew she needed to keep her head on straight. These two men had seduced every single part of her and had claimed her heart, but Kyra wasn’t only led by emotions. With her heart at risk, she needed them to prove they could, in fact, function as a threesome.
She blew out her breath slowly, then opened the door.
The small square room consisted only of a huge black leather chaise near a crackling fire in the fireplace. There were no other lights in the room, and the fire gave off a soft, romantic glow.
Though what captured her focus were the two men standing by the fireplace. Both Brock and Smith, dressed in blue jeans, had their shirts off, and the flickering flames created an orange hue highlighting their muscular bodies.
They turned to her at the exact same moment, and that was so like them. They seemed to know where each other’s bodies were and what each other’s next move was.
She scanned over their chests, abdomens and biceps before she forced her attention to their faces. Her mouth might’ve been dry, but the junction between her legs was very wet. A quick heat stormed into her as two kissable mouths curved into sexy smiles. She leaned against the doorway. “Hi.”
SMITH STARED AT perfection.
“Hello Kyra,” he murmured.
Tonight, she was dressed in a tight black skirt, red fuck-me heels, and a red sleeveless blouse. He’d never seen anything quite so delicious. The past two weeks had been utter hell without seeing her smile, hearing her voice, or touching her silky flesh. In fact, the distance between them tore Smith up enough that he couldn’t stop from striding forward to take her hand.
When her delicate fingers twined with his, it eased the ache that had filled his chest after she walked away from them. Without a doubt he loved this woman, and he wouldn’t let her go. Not now. Not ever.
He gently pulled her into the room, locked the door behind her, then tugged her toward the chaise. “Please sit. We need to talk.”
She settled against the leather chaise, crossing her legs, and Smith’s gaze went straight to her gorgeous thigh before he forced his eyes on her face when she said, “Interesting place to have a talk.”
“We met because of Castle Dolce Vita,” he stated, heat filling his groin and hardening his cock. “It’s…right…to come here.”
Brock gave a firm nod. “It’d be a waste not to at least enjoy the castle once before we said our good-byes to this place.” He leaned against the wall near the fireplace, folding his arms. “Besides, we have the room reserved all night.” A slow grin swept across his face. “I don’t plan on talking long.”
“Nor do I,” Smith said, squatting near the chaise. He looked Kyra directly in the eye, transfixed by her. “But there are things that need to be settled.”
Tonight they had a plan: removing her last objection.
Smith understood Kyra’s issue with their work hours. She wanted a better life for herself than her mother had, and well, Brock and Smith did work too hard. They’d gotten used to filling an empty void in their lives, but now Kyra had taken that place.
He’d much rather spend his time with her than at the office. After Kyra walked away, Brock finally picked two people out of the pile of résumés, even if it had taken a couple of weeks to firm up.
Smith stared into her pretty eyes as her dark hair fell over her shoulder. He didn’t fault her for caring about how the world perceived her. Kyra wasn’t an emotional woman. She lived on logic, and in her logical mind, she couldn’t see how they could have a future.
Tonight, he’d show her how. “Brock and I empathize with how you feel. We get why you can’t understand how this works between us. Even how we could share you, and be okay with that.”
Tucking his fingers in between the top buttons of her silk blouse, he undid one. He paused for her reaction. At her silence, he smiled, and flicked open another button. “But, Kyra, I like you with Brock.” When he undid another button, he noticed the flare in her eyes. “I love the way he makes you smile and laugh.”
Brock interjected in a soft voice, “And I enjoy how Smith offers you a sense of security—a solid base to always come home to, just as he does me.” He pushed away from the wall, squatted beside Smith. “Do you see, we are better as two? We can give you more as two and only half of what you need as one.” He brushed his fingers over her cheek. “Understand?”
Once Smith finished with the rest of the buttons on her shirt, exposing her gorgeous crimson-colored bra, she leaned forward. “Yes, I do.”
Smith didn’t know where this relationship would lead them, but one thing was certain, he wanted to give it a chance. He had never loved a woman like he loved Kyra. His addiction to her was relentless. In the last month, he’d never been more settled, more content, and Kyra was the reason for that.
Anything that ga
ve him that sense of comfort, he protected and kept close to him, always. Seeing that Brock and Smith didn’t have that bond with a mother when they were children, it gave them a greater need for it now. They’d finally found it with Kyra.
He brushed her shirt off her shoulders, then immediately undid her bra and tossed it aside. Her puckered nipples called for his mouth. “We’ve never been with a woman who we’ve wanted to share our life.” He lifted his head. “Any serious relationships have been separate and have failed. Our ménage relationships have always been casual. Though this between us isn’t something we can ignore.”
Smith stood, tucked a finger under her chin, and drew up her gaze to meet his head-on. “Besides, we’ve already been living a ménage relationship for a month, whether you want to accept that or not. We all know what we have between us is good.”
Brock grasped her wrists, tugging her to stand and pulling her close to him. He reached around her back and unzipped her skirt. A second later, the garment pooled at her feet. “We’ve enjoyed ménage relationships for a long time now because we like it and because we need it. We long ago accepted that.”
Smith admired the view of Kyra standing in only red high heels and a lace thong before he closed in on the other side of her. “Is it really so odd to see that eventually it would come to this? That possibly we could find a woman who needs us both, as much as Brock and I are more comfortable together.”
She shivered as Brock trailed his fingers along her spine. Her eyes fluttered closed before she visibly forced them open. “Yes, I can see that.”
Brock arched a brow, firming his voice. “So, then, we’re in full agreement”—he pointed between him and Smith—“we need this, but this isn’t good”—he pointed to her—“unless you are with us.”
Smith brushed his fingers over her jawline, adoring how she melted into his touch. He truly loved that about her. “We love you, Kyra.”
Brock slid his fingers along her neck. “Let us love you, kitten.”
Tears welled in her eyes, and she cupped their faces. “I know with everything that I am that I love you both too.”
Smith grabbed the rectangular black velvet gift box off the fireplace mantel and offered it to her. “For you.”
Kyra stared at the box, and he witnessed her warmth vanish and her eyes narrow. “My father apologized with presents. Please don’t. No gifts.”
“Don’t be difficult, kitten.” Brock trailed his finger along her neck, and Kyra’s pupils dilated, and her mouth parted. “Open it.”
She looked from Brock to Smith. Her lips finally pinched as she took the box, opened it, and her mouth dropped open.
Brock chuckled, as did Smith.
No diamonds.
Nothing fancy.
But shiny and silicone.
Kyra snapped her head up, laughing. “You’ve given me a butt plug?”
Though Smith expected her surprise over their choice of present for her, Kyra wasn’t the type of woman who’d needed fancy things, and Smith respected that about her. “Ah, I’m glad you know what it is.” He winked. “That would have been an interesting conversation.”
Reaching forward, Smith caressed her breast and tweaked her taut nipple. Stepping in behind her, Brock kissed her neck, and she moaned. Smith allowed the play to warm her up. Though he didn’t doubt if he touched between her legs, she’d be soaking wet.
He waited for her to look at him again, then took the gift box from her hand. “Turn around. Place one foot on the chaise.”
She glanced at the butt plug before a heated smile rose to her face. Turning away from him to Brock, she placed her foot atop the chaise. Smith looked at Brock as he lowered down to one knee, settling in front of Kyra. Brock hooked his fingers in her thong and exposed her pussy as Smith watched Brock skim his mouth from her knee up to her slick heat.
“Bend over,” Smith murmured, placing the box on the mantel. She did as he asked. He grabbed the plug out of the box, and beneath it was a small bottle of lube. He returned to her and lubed up the plug. “Have you had anal sex before?”
“Yes,” she rasped.
Smith knew the moment Brock licked her clit, because Kyra quivered beneath his hand on her bottom. With the plug in one hand, he allowed Brock to have a few minutes to get Kyra focused elsewhere.
When her moans deepened, he used his free hand to pull the back of her thong aside, and he spread her cheeks. “I’m glad you’re not an anal virgin.” He rested the plug against her anus and gave a steady push. “You’ll take this easier.”
She grunted.
He chuckled. “Or maybe not.”
Chapter Ten
Kyra quivered against Brock’s mouth as she came, and he would greedily welcome her to climax against his tongue anytime she wanted. Her sweet taste drove him mad. Once all her hard quaking turned into soft whimpers, he laved her hot slit, lapping up the evidence of her orgasm.
While Smith had stolen her moans with his kisses, Brock knew Smith couldn’t wait to take her either. His tight expression was proof enough, and Brock craved with an equal fervor to be deep inside Kyra…now.
With that intent strong on his mind, Brock gave her hard clit a light kiss before he backed away. Looking up at Kyra, he found her staring down at him with hooded lids. He tucked his fingers under the sides of her thong and removed it.
Once he stood, he nudged Kyra’s thigh so she lowered her foot to the ground. Then, without pause and acting on total need, he pressed his mouth against hers. Kyra’s lips were heaven. Her smell perfection. Her taste addictive.
Unfamiliar warmth filled his chest that Kyra came back to them. These past weeks had left Brock miserable. Kyra gone from their lives was nothing he could tolerate, and something he wouldn’t endure.
He vowed tonight, and every night onward, that he would continue to show her why she needed to stay. He needed her, Smith needed her, and they wanted her to need them back. He poured his love for her—mixed with the heat and primal desire to keep her—into his kiss. He gripped her hair tight in his fingers, and she melted beautifully under his touch.
When she leaned farther into Brock’s hold, molding herself against him, Brock heard Smith’s jeans hit the floor. He also recognized the sound of a wrapper tearing, indicating Smith was applying a condom.
Kyra’s warm breath through her nose became harsher against his face, and Brock smiled against her mouth, knowing that Smith stepped in closer to her. Breaking off the kiss, Brock backed away. She looked to Smith with wide, glossy eyes, her mouth puffy from Brock’s kiss. Reaching down, Brock unbuttoned the top of his jeans and lowered his fly.
Smith took her hand, then lay down on the chaise.
Brock turned to the fireplace, grabbed the condom waiting for him and looked at Kyra. Smith had settled his hips off the end of the chaise, and she straddled him with her feet flat on the floor.
Dropping his hands to her hips, Smith grunted low and deep, and Kyra mirrored the sound as she took Smith’s cock inside. Brock hurried to rid himself of his jeans and sheathed himself in the condom.
Listening to Smith moaning and watching Kyra ride him, Brock settled in next to her. Smith pounded Kyra from underneath, and Brock watched her eyes widen as he tweaked her nipple. Her mouth dropped open, and her cheeks flushed pink, until suddenly her eyes screwed shut. She drew in a sharp breath before her eyes snapped open and her screams echoed against the stone walls.
Brock glanced down between her and Smith, and he smiled when he spotted the glistening wetness coating Smith’s pelvis. He also noted the strain along Smith’s pursed lips as he clearly fought off his orgasm. Brock was equally impatient—he wanted to love her and be as close to her as he could get.
He released Kyra’s nipple and grabbed his jeans off the floor. After he reached into his pocket, he took out the small plastic bag. He gathered the lube off the mantel and approached the chaise.
Smith shut his legs, bringing his knees close together and wrapping his arms around Kyra’s back. As Smith
pulled her down against his chest, Brock straddled Smith’s legs, settling in behind her.
When Brock caressed her bottom, she raised her head from Smith’s chest and tensed, no doubt aware of his intention. “Be calm, kitten,” he murmured, grasping the plug. “I’ll be gentle.”
Brock caught sight of Smith’s dark grin right before Smith grabbed Kyra’s face, kissing her with intent to keep her busy. Brock slid his finger inside the loop of the butt plug, and, with care, pulled the plug out. Then he placed it in the plastic bag.
Once he dropped the bag to the floor, he turned to Kyra, seeing Smith continuing to kiss her nerves away while he no longer thrust against her. Using the opportunity of her being preoccupied, Brock opened the bottle of lube and added a generous amount to her bottom. He repeated the move on his condom-covered cock, giving them both a shiny coat of lube.
Spreading her cheeks with one hand, he gazed over her puckered hole, his dick aching to be right there. Christ, she had a pretty ass…and now it belonged to him. He placed the tip of his cock against her anus, and Kyra stiffened beneath him.
He reached around her hip, placing his finger against her hardened clit, then circled the nub. As he pushed against her anus, the tip of his cock dipped into her easily, which pleased him. The plug had done what he hoped. He didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted this to be pleasurable. Though they would be all joined together tonight, of that he was sure.
Brock grasped her hips above Smith’s hands and he gripped her tight, pushing his cock farther inside. Smith stayed motionless from underneath, allowing Brock to enter her. Sometimes he pushed. Other times he waited for her muscles to stretch and relax.
Once Brock settled halfway into her, he murmured, “Push against me, kitten.”
She did as he asked, and it was all he needed to finish the job. He groaned as the rim of muscles tightened around his raging hard-on. He’d dreamed about this since the day he met her, being joined so intimately with both of them inside her.
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