A Perfect Trifecta: Delta Heat, Book 3

by Delilah Devlin

  “A step.” Aiden’s glance locked on Craig’s face, then slowly trailed down his body. “I’m gonna fuck your ass, facing you. You need more prep than the lube on my cock?”

  “You keep talking to me like I’m not a sub,” Craig said, his throat closing.

  “Want to be my sub?”

  Craig nodded, unable to hide the need making his eyes well with tears.

  “Then no more talking.” Aiden said, his voice thick and gruff as he leaned over him.

  Fingers spread his hole as Aiden’s blunt, round head pushed against his ass. Craig wondered for a moment if maybe he should have asked for fingers first to stretch him, but he forced his body to relax, for the tiny muscles of his sphincter to ease.

  Aiden popped inside and then quickly eased the rest of the way up, crammed deep and holding there before leaning nearer his chest, facing him with just Craig’s cock straining between them.

  “I’m not good at relationships,” Aiden said. “But I want this to work.”

  “Because Jenn wants this?” Craig asked, willing to settle but hoping for so much more.

  Aiden’s steady gaze locked with his. Heat burned in the fireman’s eyes. “Because I need this. You’ll be my pressure valve. You can take off the harder edges before I go anywhere near her.”

  “What will I get out of this?”

  Aiden’s mouth kicked up at one corner. “Afraid I’ll only be using you?”

  “Yeah.”

  Aiden leaned on an elbow and palmed one side of Craig’s chest. “That so bad?” The squeeze Aiden gave him was surprisingly arousing.

  “Depends on whether the use comes with something more.”

  Aiden pinched Craig’s nipple and flexed his hips to drive a little deeper. “Want us to be lovers?” he growled.

  Craig shook his head to clear the sweat dripping into his eyes. “I want to sleep in the same bed. For us to take care of each other. Be each other’s best friends. I’m ready for that in my life.”

  Aiden began to move, pulling out an inch or two and then surging back. The roll of his hips ground against Craig’s painful erection. “Will it be all right with you if we take this slowly? See where it leads? I don’t love easy.”

  “Do you love Jenn?” Craig whispered, holding his breath.

  Aiden paused. “She’s mine. Every inch of her belongs to me. And she gets me.”

  “But do you love her?”

  Aiden moved again, effectively ending Craig’s ability to speak. The thrusts were gentle swells at first, then gained intensity when Aiden pushed up on his arms to gain leverage and deepen his strokes.

  The thick cock tunneling into his ass excited Craig so much he fought the bonds at his wrists and ankles, tried to buck on the table to find some relief for his painfully engorged flesh.

  Overwhelmed by his fierce arousal, Craig lifted his head and kissed Aiden.

  Aiden hesitated a moment but then kissed him back, burrowing deeper into his ass even as their tongues warred.

  Craig broke the kiss. “Free my hands.”

  Aiden shook his head.

  “Please, Sir, free my hands.”

  Aiden reached up and unlatched the restraints.

  Craig wrapped his arms around Aiden’s shoulders and pulled him closer. The strokes Aiden gave Craig were shorter, but now Aiden couldn’t escape the intimacy Craig forced on him.

  Craig reached down and cupped one of Aiden’s buttocks, urging him on while he kissed his cheek, his jaw, and then slanted across his mouth.

  Aiden sank against him, rutting wildly, grunts ripping from his throat. The moment he orgasmed, Craig was the one who shouted. “Yes, yes!”

  The shudders racking the large, heavy frame straining over him transferred to him, and he held Aiden tightly until the pulsing excitement in his ass ebbed away.

  They lay together, breaths rasping. Aiden lifted his head. “I think my head fucking exploded.”

  Craig gave him a cocky grin. “I think Jenn’s earned a big, fat O.”

  Chuckling together, Aiden pushed off Craig’s chest and pulled his cock slowly from inside of Craig. He began to undo the straps around Craig’s cock and balls, but Craig pushed away his hands. “Not yet. You’re spent, but I won’t last a minute inside her.”

  Aiden lifted a brow, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. “I left the setting on low. Bet she’s spitting mad right about now.”

  Jenn had shut out the sounds the men were making a long time ago. They were too lusty, and her arousal had been arrested. Completely unfair. When fingers dragged out the dildo, she groaned. The strap behind her head eased and the ball gag was removed.

  She licked her sore lips and moved her jaw side to side. “I take it you two worked out your differences.”

  “We found some common ground, sweetheart,” Craig said, his tone husky.

  When her hands were freed, she cried out because pins and needles prickled up and down her arms. But she slid them under her torso and pushed up to glare behind her.

  Both men were staring at her ass and pussy, smiling in that way that made a woman cream. Which she did.

  They eased her ankle straps open and she rolled over, not wanting to extend their amusement a second longer.

  “It’s all well and good you two have found your common ground,” she groused, halting before she insisted she had needs too. If they were so into each other they didn’t realize it, she’d just crawl away and take care of her needs herself.

  Aiden reached down a hand. She accepted, gasping as he pulled her up and over his shoulder. He strode straight toward the bedroom and dumped her in the middle of the bed. Before she regained her breath, Craig was on top of her, thrusting his hard, hot cock inside her.

  Face-to-face, connected, they stared at each other. Then started to smile.

  “Can’t remember the last time a man took me missionary style,” she whispered.

  Craig framed her face with his hands and leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose. “It’s sweet. You’re sweet. Have enough love inside you for two of us?”

  Jenn’s chest rose. She shot a glance at Aiden, who’d seated himself on the edge of the mattress. “I’ve got plenty of love to spread around, Aiden. Question is whether this will make you happy.”

  The two men shared a quick, hot glance.

  She guessed they were still in the lust stage. Which was a very good start. “This could get deep fast,” she warned.

  “I am deep,” Craig murmured, digging his cock inside her, “and I can be very fast.”

  She inserted her hand between them and unsnapped the harness cinching his cock and balls. “Very fast would be nice. I think I can handle it.” She reached out a hand, felt Aiden’s squeeze around hers, then gave herself over to the quickening, churning motions of the man above her.

  Yes, so maybe she wasn’t the most obedient sub, but she could be the best girlfriend two stubborn guys could ever wish for. Sticking her tongue in Craig’s ear, she giggled, happier and lighter of spirit, floating in a sensual heaven of her own making.

  Epilogue

  Three weeks later…

  Craig opened the apartment door and stood back while his friends entered—which they did very slowly since every one of them had to do a double take at how he was outfitted this night.

  At Aiden’s insistence, Craig wore a studded black collar. His chest was bare, as was the rest of his body except for the leather straps encircling his balls and the base of his erect cock.

  Marti pushed past the men, gave Craig’s accoutrements a long stare, then burst out laughing. “Good thing I dressed for this party,” she said, slipping out of the raincoat she wore. Beneath it, she was dressed in a short PVC dress with cutouts around her nipples, which sported two shiny hoops.

  Craig glanced down and grinned. “Love them.”

  Marti leaned close. “As soon as they’re fully healed, Jackson’s gonna lead me around La Forge by chains attached to my titties.”

  Craig’s smile widened and his gaze s
wung to Jackson.

  His friend rolled his eyes. “Her idea. I promise.”

  Craig laughed and reached down to pull her close for a hug. His hand clamped on her bottom. “No undies either?”

  “Never know what’s gonna happen during one of these initiations.”

  “Isn’t that the truth,” Ash said, striding past them, Gus following two steps behind. Although his head was bent, he turned his face and winked. “New rules,” he said in an exaggerated whisper.

  “Come on in. Get comfortable. There’s finger food in the play room.” He said it with a waggle of his eyebrows, which had everyone trooping inside quickly, Beau and Mondo entering more sedately since they would be without partners tonight. Or so they thought.

  Craig grinned, leading the way, aware of Mondo’s deep chuckles as he followed his naked ass. No doubt he’d noted the plug. Craig didn’t mind being the butt of their jokes for a while. Aiden’s orders. Craig and Jenn were eager these days to be dutifully obedient.

  They trailed through the bedroom to the playroom, where soft blues guitar played. Inside, votives covered the ledges of the windows. The room was well furnished. The St. Andrew’s cross they’d installed yesterday, built of gleaming mahogany, drew more than one appreciative stare. However, it was the table in the center of the room where they all gathered.

  Craig leaned down and gave Jenn a kiss.

  “Stop it,” she said under her breath. “I’m supposed to be furniture. Do you kiss wood?”

  “Only if it’s Aiden’s,” he murmured.

  Her chuckles were shallow, of necessity, because the cherry tomatoes sitting in the center of her belly threatened to roll away. “Don’t make me laugh.”

  Craig’s gaze wandered the room and found Aiden, dressed in his leather pants, looking cool and contained. His dark gaze gave Craig a last warning a moment before he strolled to where Jenn lay atop the leather-padded table. Her arms were stretched above her head, a spreader bar attached to wrist restraints. Below, another bar kept her legs opened. Something the men all took a moment to admire. A mound of a cream-cheese dip lay atop her sex. Crackers and raw vegetables fanned out on the table around her hips. Carrots protruded from between her vaginal lips in a crude fringe, their bases just inside her cunt. Her breasts were covered in thick whipped cream with halved strawberries standing in the stiffened folds. Sandwiches were on a side table.

  Craig had spent an hour laying out Jenn and the food to make sure everything was just right. He opened the large, round barrel beside the table and drew out beers for his friends. The men uncapped their bottles and lifted them to Craig, then to Aiden, who dipped his head in acknowledgement of their thanks for the evening.

  Marti glanced at Jenn’s breasts. “I really love strawberries,” she said, her tone filled with yearning.

  Jackson reached over, plucked a standing strawberry and stroked it over Jenn’s nipple to coat it in whipped cream. “Don’t deny yourself.”

  Marti’s eyes sparkled as she took the bite, but apparently that wasn’t what she really wanted. She bent over the table, licking at the cream and munching on berries planted directly over Jenn’s nipples while her skirt rode up in the back, exposing her nude backside and pussy.

  “I see what you mean,” Aiden murmured next to Craig’s ear. He snuck his arm around Craig’s waist, and his clothed cock nudged against Craig’s ass.

  “Things could get a little wild,” Craig warned.

  “So long as everyone respects the rules.”

  “They’re our rules,” Craig said, a shiver working its way down his spine when Aiden nuzzled the corner of his neck. “No fucking the women once you’re committed.”

  “Kind of convenient for the men, don’t you think?”

  “It is, isn’t it?” Craig said, giving him a teasing sideways glance. “It’s a good thing we invited more players.”

  Aiden slid his hand down and gripped Craig’s cock. “This is mine.”

  Craig’s chest eased. “Goes both ways.”

  Aiden grunted, but his head nodded against Craig.

  The doorbell rang.

  Aiden patted his ass. “Answer it.”

  Craig steeled himself for what was to come. He didn’t know either of the new guests well. Certainly not well enough to parade around nude in front of them outside the safe environs of the club, but he, Jenn and Aiden had committed themselves to each other. Declared theirs a closed partnership. So far, the arrangement had served Aiden well, and Craig and Jenn were both learning that a happy Aiden was a very generous one too.

  Craig’s backside had the welts to prove it.

  Craig drew a deep breath and swung open the door. A short blonde with a pixie face greeted him with a wide grin. “Looks like I’m at the right place.”

  “Welcome, Pansy. Follow the noise.”

  Beyond her, Craig noted the last of the invited guests striding down the corridor toward their apartment door.

  Billy Sorensen’s steps faltered. He began to shake his head. The tall, hulking blond was dressed casually in blue jeans and a University of Tennessee T-shirt. He lowered his eyebrows as he approached the door.

  “Welcome to our home,” Craig said easily, gritting his teeth because Billy’s gaze shot to his cock and stayed there. “Not polite to stare,” he muttered.

  Billy shoved the wine bottle he held toward Craig. “And walking around with your dick hanging out is? Jesus Christ.”

  Craig narrowed his gaze but stood to the side and indicated with a wave of his arm for the fireman to enter.

  Billy cussed under his breath.

  “Aiden said you wanted an explanation,” Craig said quietly, understanding Billy’s discomfort.

  Billy shook his head again. “Am I overdressed?” he asked, his tone dry.

  Craig put his arm around Billy’s shoulder, knowing the other man’s discomfort at being this close to another naked man. “Only if you decide to join the festivities.”

  “Fuck me.”

  “Only if Aiden lets me.”

  Billy shot him an alarmed glance, and Craig couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing. “You don’t have to do a thing you don’t enjoy. Come on.” He dropped his arm and headed to the playroom. Billy could come in if he pleased or let himself out the door.

  Boots scuffed the floor behind him, and Craig’s grin widened. Billy didn’t have clue what he was walking into. But Craig did. And his chest expanded as he entered the room where all kinds of naughtiness were well underway.

  Pansy had already stripped and stood flanked by Mondo and Beau. Marti was working hard at eating every last berry quivering atop Jenn’s laughing chest, while Jackson had her skirt flipped up and his hand between her legs. Ash was admiring the cross while Gus knelt beside her, a hand creeping up her slender leg.

  Craig halted and Billy plowed into him.

  “Pardon me,” Billy said, his voice sounding like he was strangling.

  Craig shot him a glance but chuckled when he saw the Swede’s gaze land on everyone and the equipment, then find the table where Jenn lay with her head to the side, watching the two men with a silly grin on her face.

  He clapped a hand on Billy’s shoulder and pushed him forward. “Bon appétit!”

  Billy took a step and then dug in his heels. He turned his head to Craig, but his gaze crept no lower than Craig’s smiling face. “You cops do this much?”

  “Afraid you wear the wrong uniform?”

  Billy shook his head. The corners of his mouth twitched. “Naw. But I sure like the way you throw parties.” He walked to the table. His hand hovered over a tomato before quickly scooping one up and dipping it in the cheesy dip. “Thanks, Jenn.”

  “No problem,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Try the carrots.”

  Billy’s shoulders began to shake. “Aiden know how lucky he is?”

  Craig helped himself to a carrot, but only after he’d given her clit a little tap. “We all know how lucky we are.”

  Aiden stepped between the two men
and slung his arms over both their shoulders. “You said you wanted an explanation…” he said, turning his face toward Billy. “Time for Show and Tell.”

  Aiden turned and gave Craig a kiss. “Later.”

  “Promises, promises,” Jenn quipped.

  Aiden let go of Craig and reached down to stick a finger into her cheese dip. “Patience has its rewards.”

  Jenn puckered her lips and blew him a kiss as he walked away with Billy.

  Craig set his hip against the table and folded his arms over his chest, his gaze going to Jackson, whose hand delivered a slap to Marti’s bare bottom.

  “Happy?” Jenn asked, drawing his gaze.

  Craig sighed. “Happier than I thought possible.” He bent and kissed her mouth, touching his tongue to hers before straightening again. His glance searched the room and found Aiden and Billy standing beside the cross while Ash buckled the restraints around Gus’s wrists.

  Only Aiden wasn’t watching the couple at all. His dark gaze was watching him and Jenn. As it should. Craig smiled. Aiden gave him a wink.

  “Think maybe everyone’s finished eating?”

  Her question, delivered in a slightly breathy voice, had his smile stretching once more. He did a lot of that lately. “Baby, mind if I munch a while?”

  Her peal of laughter drew amused glances.

  “Besides, Marti hasn’t found the cherry.”

  Marti’s glazed glance rose. Her upper lip sported a whipped-cream mustache. “There’s a cherry?”

  Craig and Jackson shared masculine grins.

  Jackson bent over her back and kissed her cheek. “Baby, don’t you know there’s always a cherry?”

  Craig gave Jenn’s hand a squeeze and she groaned. “Don’t take too much time guessing where.”

  About the Author

  Until recently, award-winning erotica and romance author Delilah Devlin lived in South Texas at the intersection of two dry creeks, surrounded by sexy cowboys in Wranglers. These days, she’s missing the wide-open skies and starry nights but loving her dark forest in Central Arkansas, with its eccentric characters and isolation—the better to feed her hungry muse! For Delilah, the greatest sin is driving between the lines, because it’s comfortable and safe. Her personal journey has taken her through one war and many countries, cultures, jobs and relationships to bring her to the place where she is now—writing sexy adventures that hold more than a kernel of autobiography and often share a common thread of self-discovery and transformation.