by Kate Steele
“God, Laynie. So tight. So wet,” Gabriel groaned, thrusting again and again.
Layne’s head was thrashing back and forth on the pillow as another orgasm roared over every nerve ending and exploded through her body. She screamed, arching under Gabriel’s continuing strokes. Nothing penetrated the fog of her climax. Not the warm splash of Dillon’s semen against her breasts, nor the convulsive jerks of Gabriel’s hips as he came inside her. She was consumed by the overwhelming pleasure that raged through her until it left her drained and boneless, uttering soft, keening moans as she shuddered in its wake.
For a time, no one spoke. The only movement was the pounding of three hearts, the racing of blood through veins and the pumping of lungs that sought to replenish the oxygen supply of the bodies they served. Finally, a tentative hand went groping over a tangle of limbs.
“Either that’s someone else’s leg, or I’ve lost all feeling below the waist,” Dillon joked weakly.
Soft, tired chuckles met his observation. “That’s my leg you’re groping,” Gabriel answered.
“Well, where’s mine? Unless it’s somebody else’s itch that needs scratching.”
“I know we’re close, but we’re not that close, are we?” Layne teased.
Dillon yawned. “It almost feels like it. I don’t know about you two, but I’m going back to sleep for a while.”
Layne tried to raise her head to see the clock that rested on the bedside table, but couldn’t quite manage it. “What time is it?”
Gabriel peered at the clock. “Five-forty. I vote with Dillon. More sleep,” he said laying his head back down against Layne’s side.
“No objection here,” Layne added with a yawn.
The room grew quiet and once again, sleep reigned supreme.
Layne awoke for the second time that morning to the gentle sound of Dillon’s snores in her ear. As she’d slept, she’d turned on her side. Dillon was snuggled tight against her back and Gabriel lay facing her, his head snuggled against her breasts. Both men had their arms thrown over her and each other. It was a decidedly warm and wonderful way to wake up.
She yawned and stretched. In doing so, she brought Gabriel and Dillon to life. The two of them sleepily stirred. When Gabriel raised his head, Layne was surprised into a snort of laughter. With the help of the semen Dillon had deposited on her breasts, Gabriel’s hair was standing stiffly erect on one side.
“What?” he asked, giving her grumpy, owlish look.
Dillon chose that moment to look over Layne’s shoulder, and he too started to laugh.
“What the hell’s wrong with you two?” Gabriel groused.
His rising ire merely made them laugh all the harder, but Layne managed to reach out a hand and touch his stiffened hair. “Th-there’s s-something about Gabriel,” she managed with a gasp and Dillon rolled back, tears rolling down his cheeks from the force of his laughter.
Gabriel frowned then put a hand to his head, coming in contact with a starched lock. He growled, rolled his eyes and flopped back on the bed.
“Well, crap,” he complained. “I’m gonna take a shower.” Gabriel rolled out of bed and headed toward the bathroom.
“We didn’t hurt his feelings, did we?” Layne finally choked out when her laughter eased. She heard the water in the shower come on.
“I don’t think so. Gabriel’s just not a morning person,” Dillon answered. Wiping tears of mirth away, he leaned over her. “How are you feeling this morning? Any soreness?”
Layne flushed. “Some sore muscles maybe, but, um, everything else is okay.”
Dillon grinned. “Good. ‘Cause I got something for you.” He reached over to the bedside table and pulled out what looked like a small dildo.
“What’s that?”
“This, my darling, is an anal plug. And you are going to wear it to work. If you have no objection, that is,” he amended. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“Is this to help me realize that fantasy of mine?”
Dillon nodded.
“Okay.”
“Come on then. Let’s join our grumpy lover in the shower and then we’ll get you ready for this.”
* * * * *
Layne handed change to her customer along with the bag that held her merchandise. They exchanged smiles and thank-yous before the customer left. Layne breathed a sigh of relief. The anal plug was driving her insane. Her pussy was aching and wet. After only a couple of hours wearing it, she’d had to go upstairs to change her panties. Something she planned on doing again as soon as Sylvie got back from lunch.
All morning long, thoughts of Dillon and Gabriel had fired her imagination. Their lovemaking the night before had been the stuff that dreams were made of. Fantasies come to life. And now with the anal plug filling her, it reminded her every second of her ultimate fantasy. Knowing it was truly going to happen had her so on edge that merely thinking about it made her pussy clench in need.
If Sylvie were here, I’d go to the gallery right now and make one or both of them fuck me, she thought boldly, while emitting a soft, high-pitched squeal of frustration.
The bell over the door announced the arrival of another customer and Layne turned with a resigned sigh. Her sigh was halted mid-breath as Dillon walked through the door. His eyes were dark and filled with a look of such blatant, possessive need, it sent an answering quiver rushing through her belly.
“Sylvie at lunch?” he asked shortly.
Layne nodded, her breath coming faster, her heart beating harder.
“Good,” he growled and took her hand, leading her behind the curtain that covered the entrance to the back room.
Without a word uttered, they came together with soft groans and deep growls of need and relief. Dillon wrapped her in his arms, his lips taking possession of hers. His hands bunched the fabric of her skirt, lifting it, until he found the firm mounds of her ass. Cupping them, he pulled her tight to the hard length of his erection, grinding himself against her. Instinctively, Layne wrapped her legs around his slim hips and gasped as his long fingers found the gossamer fabric that veiled her swelling sex.
“I knew you’d be wet,” Dillon murmured as he released her mouth. His fingers slid under the tiny panel of fabric, to tease and slide in the rich cream of her arousal. “Gabriel and I have had hard-ons all morning just thinking about you with that plug in your ass. I’m gonna fuck you, Laynie. Hard and fast, so hold on, sweetheart,” he growled.
“Hurry!” Layne urged and moaned with need as he set her bottom on a convenient counter and pulled her panties down and off.
Hands on her knees, he spread her thighs wide and stepped between. Layne watched with breathless anticipation as he lowered his zipper and pushed his jeans down. His cock was tight and swollen, the thick, massive length of it seeming even larger to her wondering gaze. Guiding himself to her, Dillon anointed the plump tip in her moist heat and caressed her clit before finding her entrance. He began the journey inside with a short, shallow thrust.
Layne cried out in shock. “Oh god, you feel so much bigger than before! I don’t think I can take you.”
Dillon uttered a husky, pained chuckle. “It’s the plug, baby. It’s making you tighter. But don’t worry,” he groaned, “we’ll still fit.”
He proved it by slowly working himself deeper while allowing Layne’s body to stretch and encompass his hard, burrowing cock. By breathtaking degrees, her channel yielded to every glorious inch. When he was fully seated, Dillon started a slow stroke that quickly morphed into hard driving lunges. The anticipation and need that had grown through the morning exploded in a lightning-fast surge of ecstasy. Layne’s fingers dug into Dillon’s shoulders. She buried her face in his neck, muffling her wailing scream of completion while she shook and shuddered in his arms. Dillon’s low, rolling growl reverberated against her skull, accompanied by the pulse of his cock as his release filled her in warm, forceful spurts.
They held each other for a short time until Layne mumbled, “I
know what I’m having for lunch.”
“What’s that?”
“A nap.”
Dillon chuckled and disengaged their bodies. Stepping back, he carefully began tucking himself back in his jeans.
“Do you want to clean up first?” Layne asked, indicating the bathroom at the back of the room.
“Can’t. I promised Gabriel a taste when I get back.” He lifted her up and set her on the floor with a wink.
While finding her feet and making sure her weak knees held, Layne grinned up at him, her eyes sparkling. “You guys are so kinky. I love it,” she confessed, laughing softly.
“We aim to please,” Dillon returned.
“Well, I need to get cleaned up. Will you stay for a few minutes in case anyone comes in?”
“Sure thing, sweetheart.”
Layne quickly washed up and returned to the front of the store. Dillon was patiently waiting behind the counter. Before she was completely through the curtain, he eased her back a few steps and pulled her into his arms. “Are you okay, Laynie? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asked.
“No,” she replied, shaking her head. “It was wonderful. Just what I needed. I was so…well, turned on by wearing the you-know-what, that I was longing for some gorgeous stud to walk in and take me, and suddenly there you were.”
Dillon grinned with delight. “Gorgeous stud, huh?” He bent down and kissed her softly. “You are enchanting, my love. I have to get back. Gabriel’s coming by to pick you up after the store closes. Okay?”
Layne nodded, too stunned to say anything after Dillon’s unexpected endearment. With a confident step, he walked to the door and exited. In front of the store he paused, sending her a grin and a wink through the plate glass window. Layne waved and slowly lowered herself to the stool behind the counter.
“My love?” she whispered and sat quietly, contemplating the words until the next customer walked in.
Chapter Five
The next few days passed in a blur of excitement, laughter, mind-blowing sex and sleep so deep, Layne was sure she’d stopped dreaming. Dreams weren’t needed when you were living one, she thought to herself on more than one occasion. Dillon and Gabriel were amazing. Their lovemaking was sometimes tender and gentle, and other times wild and abandoned. But always, always geared to pleasure her in every way.
Dillon possessed a sexual appetite that was near insatiable, and it took both Layne and Gabriel to satisfy his needs. Though sometimes wont to laze around until late morning after a night of wearing them out, it was Dillon who most often got them moving. The gallery being closed this Monday morning, they were free to act on Dillon’s suggestion of taking a hike along the local arboretum trails.
“Where does he get all this energy?” Layne asked Gabriel. She stopped to tighten the lace on one hiking boot.
“I’m not really sure. Maybe it’s the sex.”
Layne laughed. “He certainly is, um, vigorous.”
“You got that right,” Gabriel agreed with a chuckle. “Dillon’s leadership shines especially bright in the bedroom.”
Layne gave him a look. “Does it ever bother you?”
“What? That Dillon’s dominating?”
Layne nodded.
“Not at all, and you know why? Because I’m not a leader,” Gabriel explained. “For all that he’s bossy, Dillon’s never obnoxious about it. He makes me feel loved and needed. When I feel like I’m floundering for answers to some situation, he’s there to help guide me in the right direction. He’s strong and solid and I’ve never felt safer or more cared for than when I’m with him.”
“You and I are a lot alike, you know that? Both looking for someone to care for us and keep us safe.”
“You’re right, but then what can you expect? You’re a Pisces and I’m a Cancer.”
Layne narrowed her eyes at him. “Do you study the zodiac, or have you been talking to Aunt Sylvie?”
Nonplussed by the question, Gabriel’s stuttered reply was interrupted by Dillon. “Hey! You two wanna get a move on? I got something special planned for when we get home.” He sent a comical wiggle of the eyebrows their way.
Layne and Gabriel looked at each other, burst out laughing and hurried to catch up to him.
Tuesday evening Layne was at work just finishing up for the day, anxiously anticipating Gabriel and Dillon’s arrival. The three of them had decided to go up the coast to a pricy little restaurant with an excellent reputation. Dillon had made reservations and all three were looking forward to the evening out.
Ready and waiting, it was with some surprise she noted Dillon’s absence when Gabriel drove up. When she approached the car, Gabriel’s smile seemed strained. Layne slid into the passenger seat. Before she could ask about Dillon, Gabriel beat her to it.
“There’s been a change of plans. I’ve canceled our reservations and you and I are picking up Chinese to take home. Dillon’s got company,” he told her his voice tight with tension.
“I take it you don’t like this visitor?” Layne asked with a puzzled frown.
“Marissa Vandivier,” Gabriel said, pronouncing the name with obvious disdain. “She and Dillon used to be engaged.”
A quiver of shock ran through Layne as the bottom of her stomach dropped out. “Oh. What’s she doing here?”
“I’m not really sure. Supposedly bringing Dillon good news. She made it more than clear that she wanted to speak to Dillon alone. He started getting hot under the collar because she was being rude to me, so for the sake of peace, I took him aside and suggested we cancel our evening out. I hope you’re not too disappointed, sweetheart,” he added, glancing over at her with a worried frown between his brows.
“No, it’s okay,” Layne soothed, far more worried about Gabriel’s peace of mind than a missed evening out.
“Thanks, Laynie,” he said, giving her a grateful smile. “After Marissa’s appearance, Dillon’s not going to be in the right frame of mind to enjoy our evening out anyway, so why waste it? I told him I’d pick you up and we’d bring Chinese home. Hopefully, Marissa will be gone by the time we get there.”
Layne nodded, remaining silent for a moment, then asked the question that kept running through her head. “You said they were engaged? Why didn’t they get married?”
“Marissa broke it off. Back then, Dillon and I had just met. We became friends and started making plans to go into business together. Marissa objected. She wanted Dillon to stay in the law firm run by her daddy, but he wasn’t happy with that kind of life. Can you see Dillon, day after day, in a suit?”
“Not really,” she answered. “You two weren’t lovers then?”
“No. Things hadn’t progressed that far, although I confess, the thought crossed my mind. Not without some shock, I might add. I’d never been attracted to another man in that way. Who knows? Maybe Marissa saw something developing between us that neither Dillon nor I was aware of at that point. All I do know is that she hates me.”
“Hates you?” Layne asked in surprise. “Aren’t you exaggerating a little?”
“Nope. Wait’ll you meet her. She has that rich bitch, cold disdain routine down to a fine art. It’s a wonder Dillon’s testicles didn’t freeze off when he fucked her.”
Layne’s eyes widened. The thought of Dillon with someone else was not a pleasant one, even though he hadn’t enjoyed the experience.
“Seriously though, I hope she’s gone when we get back.”
Gabriel’s hope was in vain. They picked up the food that Gabriel had ordered, then returned home. When they arrived, a very elegant and expensive black car was in the lot behind their building.
Gabriel cursed softly as he parked the car. “Listen, Layne. If she says anything to hurt your feelings don’t let her see she got to you. Marissa’s like a shark that smells blood in the water. If she knows you’re wounded, she won’t stop until she’s devoured you.”
“Gabriel!” Layne exclaimed nervously. “Maybe I should just stay out here until she leaves.”
; “No, don’t. I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to scare you. More than likely, she’ll behave. Especially if she’s trying to get back into Dillon’s good graces.”
“Is that what you think she’s doing?”
“I really don’t know for sure, but I wouldn’t be surprised. Especially if there’s money involved. Let’s go find out.”
They got out of the car and Gabriel motioned for Layne to precede him up the steps. It was with some trepidation that she took the lead. At the top of the stairs, she paused to cautiously open the back door and peer inside. Gabriel, on the other hand, pushed it boldly open while sending her an impudent grin.
“This is our house, sweetheart,” he murmured, then shouted out, “Dillon, we’re back!”
From the quickness of Dillon’s appearance, he had to have been in the living room. He approached Layne with a big smile on his face and pulled her into his arms. “Hi, Layne. Sorry for the change of plans.”
Layne gave him a sweet but nervous smile. “It’s okay. I understand.”
“You’re a peach,” he murmured and settled his lips over hers.
Layne melted into his embrace and opened her mouth for him, reveling in the heat of his welcome until a sarcastic voice broke over them.
“Well, this is quite a surprise. I didn’t realize you’d been supplanted, Gabriel. What a shame.”
As Dillon released her, Layne got her first look at Marissa. For the second time that evening, the bottom dropped out of her stomach. Marissa was beautiful. She was the epitome of sleek and stylish. Shining dark hair accented the classic beauty of her patrician features. She was slim and shapely and her clothes were obviously expensive. She reeked of a kind of regal self-possession that Layne knew she could never emulate. But for all her beauty, her eyes were cold and her lips thin with scorn as she looked Layne over and dismissed her as beneath her notice.