Sullivan, Sandy - Unexpected Lovers [Between the Sheets 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Unexpected Lovers (lit)

  A sigh escaped Ryan’s mouth, and then he smiled with a flash of white teeth as he tucked her against his side again.

  “What time is Brett supposed to be home?”

  “Mmm…shortly.”

  “Good. Where do you want my father to sleep tonight?”

  His eyes narrowed, and she realized she didn’t ask where she should sleep.

  “Brett said he could have the room at the top of the stairs to the left. You can have your old room.”

  One eyebrow cocked questioningly as he waited for her to answer.

  “And that is where?” she asked, not ready to let him know she knew exactly where the room sat.

  “Down the hall next to the bathroom,” he said, tipping his head to the right.

  “Thanks. I could use a nice, hot shower.”

  Did his hazel eyes just got hotter? Her breath hitched in her throat when a wicked smile crept over his lips. We never did break in the shower.

  “There should be clean towels and stuff in there for your use.”

  Her father stretched exaggeratedly and smiled. “I’m going to find this bedroom of mine and get out of these clothes. My sweats are calling my name from the bottom of my bag. I’ll see you after awhile, sweetheart.”

  “Sure, Dad.”

  Ryan stepped closer after her father disappeared up the stairs. “I could wash your back,” he whispered against her ear, sending shivers down her arms. “Even if you don’t remember me, princess, your body does.”

  “Ryan,” she whispered as she closed her eyes. Her nipples puckered against her top, and she fought the moan bubbling in her throat.

  The front entrance swung open, and Brett stepped inside. With a guilty flush of skin, she stepped away from Ryan and turned to face the other man she’d fallen in love with.

  “Hi honey. I’m home,” Brett joked, but his face fell when he noticed the proximity of her and Ryan. “Whitney?”

  “You’re early.”

  “Is that a problem?” he asked.

  “No actually, I’m glad you’re here, Brett. The three of us need to talk.”

  Brett swept past her, tossing his duffle on the countertop. “Talk?”

  “Yeah.”

  “About?” he asked over his shoulder as he grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and offered her and Ryan one.

  “Thanks,” she said, taking it from his hand, letting her fingers brush against his. Happiness bubbled in her chest when he seemed affected by her touch still.

  “You’re welcome.”

  “Can we sit somewhere? The living room, maybe?”

  He shrugged and swept his arm to one side.

  Taking a seat in one of the arm chairs, she faced the two of them and took a long sip of her beer.

  “The house hasn’t changed at all.”

  “It hasn’t been that long since you’ve been here,” Brett replied, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

  “No. I see you haven’t mowed the lawn either, Ryan.”

  “I haven’t had time. I’ve been…” His voice trailed off a second before his eyes widened and he said, “Wait a minute. You remember?”

  Swallowing hard, she nodded, moments before Ryan swept her up in his arms and kissed her soundly on the mouth.

  When he finally set her back down, she glanced at Brett, and her heart dropped into her toes. He looked angry.

  “How long, Whitney? Did you remember at the hospital?”

  Biting the inside of her mouth, she fought the tears threatening to fall. “Yes. I remembered before I came up here. Actually, the memories came back when you called me Whit on the phone. You see, no one else ever calls me that but you and Ryan.”

  “We’ve been going through hell the last two weeks! You could have at least told us,” Brett yelled and jumped to his feet.

  “I’m sorry. I-I wanted it to be the right time. Why do you think I agreed to come and stay here tonight?”

  “Brett, calm down. She remembers. That’s the important thing.”

  “She lied to us, Ryan. I don’t know if I can forgive and forget that easily.”

  Moving out of Ryan’s embrace, she stopped in front of Brett and placed her hand on his chest. “I didn’t lie, Brett. I just didn’t tell you right away.” I’m screwing this up. God, he’s mad. His skin quivered under her touch.

  “What about the pregnancy? You were going to leave and not even tell us why. Even after what we shared.”

  Shit.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered, feeling the tears slip down her cheek. She knew she was in trouble when he didn’t even move to wipe them away. “I never meant to hurt you or Ryan, and it seems that’s all I’ve done since we met.” Stepping away from him, she turned and headed down the hall to the bedroom she’d sleep in one last time.

  * * * *

  “What the hell is wrong with you? Are you going to let her walk out of our lives again? I thought you said you loved her?”

  “I do,” Brett whispered as he moved toward the window. Staring out into the darkness settling on the landscape, he fought the urge to go to her and wrap her in his arms.

  “I don’t get you, Brett.”

  “She can’t stay if she doesn’t love us, Ryan, both of us. I couldn’t stand to see her with you and not me, and I’m sure you feel the same way. She was willing to walk away from us because she doesn’t love us. I can’t be with her if she doesn’t love me as much as I love her. I won’t settled for anything less, and you shouldn’t either.”

  He didn’t realize she’d come back into the room until she murmured, “You love me?”

  Fuck.

  She walked up behind him, and he could see her reflection in the glass. “Answer me, Brett. I need to hear you say it.”

  Closing his eyes and pressing his lips together, his head argued with his heart, but the errant organ beating wildly in his chest won out. “I love you, Whitney.”

  Her hand came down on his shoulder, and she tugged until he turned around and faced her. He felt her breath on his lips as he waited for her to say something, anything.

  “I love you, too.”

  Ryan hissed softly from his spot near the couch. “I’m glad you two found each other.”

  “Don’t you dare walk away, Ryan O’Rourke. You’re a part of this too, so get your ass over here,” she demanded.

  “But…”

  “But nothing. We’re in this together, all three of us. I can’t choose between you two. I never could, and I want us to be a threesome or whatever you call it,” she said with a sigh.

  “A ménage, princess,” Ryan answered with a smile.

  “Fine. A ménage. It has to be you.” She touched Ryan’s face. “Me and you.” She brushed her fingers against Brett’s cheek. “I won’t have it any other way. I love you, both of you, and I refuse to let either of you walk away from me.”

  “I love you, too, princess.”

  “Good.” She wrapped her hand behind Ryan’s head and kissed him on the lips before she did the same with him, and God, did it ever feel good.

  “Why were you going to leave before?” Brett asked.

  She chewed her lips.

  “Tell me, Whit. I need to know,” he continued.

  A rush of air escaped her lips in a heavy sigh. “I realized I was probably pregnant with Eric’s baby. We had been trying before we came up to Flagstaff, or at least I was. I had quit taking my birth control pills about three months before that. The day the divorce was final, I realized I hadn’t had a period in over two months.”

  “Why didn’t you tell us?” Ryan asked, nuzzling her neck.

  “I knew even then I was falling in love with you, both of you, and I couldn’t ask you to raise a child that didn’t belong to either of you. That wouldn’t be fair, and I didn’t want to hurt you so I figured the best thing was to go back to Los Angeles and try to forget the time I’d spent here.”

  “You know now that we would have stood by you no matter what, right?” Brett asked.

  “Yes.”


  “Good. Now, I need to love you so bad, I hurt.” Ryan swept her up in his arms as she giggled, and Brett shook his head as he followed them toward Ryan’s apartment. Brett knew it was the farthest spot from her father’s room in the house.

  Once they’d made it inside and shut the door behind them, he braced himself against the wall and watched Ryan quickly strip Whitney of every last bit of clothing she wore and push her back on the bed. Blood rushed to his groin, and his dick hardened to the point of pain when Ryan took one of her nipples in his mouth. She arched her back and whimpered low in her throat. God, she’s absolutely beautiful with her hair spread out on the bed.

  “Are you going to just stand there and watch?” Her hooded gaze fixed on him.

  “I’m enjoying myself immensely watching him make you squirm.”

  “Please, Brett, I need you.”

  Pushing away from his spot, he slowly walked toward the bed, relieving himself of his clothes in the process.

  Ryan kissed his way down her stomach, but her gaze stayed fixed on Brett while she chewed her lips.

  He put one knee on the bed and leaned over to take her lips with his in a desperate kiss. It had been so long since he’d kissed her, he almost devoured her mouth, sweeping his tongue inside to scrape along hers. Her moan of pleasure when Ryan tongued her clit was captured in his mouth.

  When Brett finally lifted his head, he said, “I’ve missed you.”

  “I missed you, too. I love you so much…” Her words ended in a small sob.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart. We’re here together now, all three of us.”

  Her eyes rolled back, and another whimper spilled from her mouth. “Ryan, please.”

  Brett dropped his mouth to her breast and flicked her nipple with his tongue.

  Fingers threaded through the hair at the back of his neck as she pressed his head against her chest.

  A cry burst from her lips, and he felt her quiver under his mouth when her climax rolled over her.

  Brett captured her lips in another kiss as Ryan worked his way up her belly.

  “Better?” Brett asked, sweeping the hair from her forehead.

  “Mmm…for now. I know there’s a lot more to come though, and I can’t wait,” she whispered, her eyes hooded with satisfaction.

  Ryan rolled off the bed and quickly shed his clothes before he slipped in on her other side. “Are you up for both of us, princess?”

  “Both of you?”

  “We sort of did it before, but I want your ass, Whit. Have you ever had a man there before?” Ryan asked.

  Trust shone bright in her eyes when she said, “No, but if you two help me, I’m willing to try.”

  Brett groaned and closed his eyes.

  “Just make sure you tell us if it hurts or whatever. Since you’ve never had a cock there before, it’s going to be uncomfortable at first, but we’re going to get you so hot, you’ll love it. For any reason, if you want to stop, all you need to do is say the word, okay?”

  She nodded.

  “I’ll get the lube.”

  Ryan disappeared into the bathroom.

  “Are you sure about this, sweetheart?”

  “I want this, Brett. I want both of you.”

  Her fingers wrapped around his cock, and a low groan rumbled in his chest. “Be careful, baby. That’s loaded.”

  A perfectly arched eyebrow cocked as a saucy grin lifted the corners of her mouth. “I’m counting on it. I can’t wait to feel you in my pussy, pounding away at my flesh and making me scream in pleasure.”

  “You’re a witch.”

  With an unexpected bounce, Ryan returned to the bed, and Whitney giggled. “Anxious?”

  “Oh, you have no idea, woman,” he groaned and slipped his fingers between her thighs. She hooked one calf over Brett’s and one over Ryan’s, spreading her pussy for Ryan’s fingers.

  “That is so hot. I love watching him pleasure you,” Brett whispered. Two of Ryan’s fingers dove into her and she arched her back.

  Brett skimmed his palm over her nipple and smiled when it puckered against his hand.

  “I want your mouth, Brett.”

  “Where, sweetheart?”

  “Between my legs, on my clit.”

  “My pleasure,” he said. He ran his tongue down her stomach and then positioned himself between her beautiful thighs. One finger slipped down between her clit and her labia, eliciting a tortured moan from her lips.

  Ryan shifted up and did his own slow caress of her breasts.

  “Please…”

  He pushed two fingers into her vagina when he tongued her clit, toggling quickly against the hard nub.

  * * * *

  Warmth spread up her legs with a tingle, washing over her belly and bursting through her pelvis as she screamed, “Brett!”

  He continued to lap up her cum until she felt like a limp noodle lying on the bed.

  “I can’t move.”

  “We’ll do all the work, princess,” Ryan murmured against her breast. “You enjoy.”

  Brett moved up to her side, turned her face and kissed her, his tongue diving between her lips when she moaned.

  Ryan was between her legs, grasping her hips with his hands as he said, “Roll on your stomach.”

  When she lay sprawled on her belly, he lifted her buttocks until it stuck up in the air and her head lay on the pillow. His hand skimmed over her ass cheeks.

  “You have no idea how hot this is. You should see this, Brett.”

  “I’ll get my turn.”

  Sucking in a ragged breath when the cold lube hit the crack of her ass, she whispered, “That’s cold.”

  “I know. It won’t be in a minute,” Ryan said, spreading the slick liquid across her puckered hole and pushing a finger past the ring of muscles. “Relax.”

  “I’m trying.”

  “Here. Let me distract you,” Brett added, squirming until he was under her. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked.

  “Oh, Lord.”

  “Good?” Ryan asked, bending over her back and running his tongue up her spine.

  “Strange, but incredible.”

  Ryan chuckled and nipped at her shoulder blade, sending electricity straight to where Brett’s mouth played and then between her legs.

  Two fingers slipped inside her, spreading the tight muscles of her ass, and she fought the moan in her throat.

  “Let it go, princess.”

  Her pussy quivered, and her ass clamped down on his fingers as he worked them in and out in a slow, agonizing rhythm. She pressed back toward his hand, riding his fingers in desperate need.

  “Ah God!”

  “Easy.”

  “I want…I need…”

  His fingers disappeared, and she whimpered.

  The head of his cock bumped against her back hole, and she stiffened.

  “Make her come so she enjoys this.”

  Brett shifted between her legs, and his mouth fastened on her clit as Ryan pushed slowly forward. With Brett’s mouth doing wonderful things to the hard nub of nerve endings and Ryan’s cock pushing into her ass, she couldn’t focus on one thing. The sensations bombarding her overwhelmed her senses. Two fingers drove into her pussy and Brett sucked her clit between his lips as Ryan pushed past the ring of muscles.

  “Relax, princess. The rest will be easier.”

  Brett finger fucked her and toggled her clit so hard she climaxed on a rush, pushing back against Ryan’s pelvis as he pressed the rest of the way inside.

  “Ah fuck. You are so tight,” Ryan growled in her ear.

  Even thought she’d just had the best climax of her life, she tried to squirm away from the pressure in her ass and vagina.

  Ryan held her hips in place.

  “You’re too big, Ryan.”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No. It’s…” She didn’t know how to describe the fullness she felt—full, but at the same time, empty.

  “It feels fantastic, Whit.”

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p; Brett scooted back up under her front and sucked a nipple into his mouth while his fingers skimmed down her stomach and across her clit.

  “God,” she breathed in a rush.

  “Can you take us both, sweetheart?” Brett asked, his fingers continuing to glance across her clit in a torment, but not enough to make her come.

  Opening her eyes, she looked at the gorgeous man beneath her, his cock hard and straight against his stomach, pre-cum glistening on the end. For me. He wants me. Ryan flexed his hips, driving his cock deeper into her ass, only now it wasn’t uncomfortable all. They both want me.

  “Yes.”

  “You have no idea how sexy you are,” Brett murmured against her lips.

  “Either fuck her or leave her alone, Brett. She’s sucking my cock so hard with her ass, I’m going to come right now.”

  “I’m going to bring her hips down,” Brett said. The head of his cock bumped against her slit and slipped slightly inside.

  “Oh,” she moaned.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah. Please. I need you, Brett. God, please.”

  With a tortured groan of his own, he pushed farther inside her pussy and she tamped down, the climax lingering just beyond reach. She didn’t want to come yet.

  “That’s it, princess. Take us both. That’s it, baby,” Ryan whispered behind her.

  Brett pushed all the way inside, and she stifled a scream.

  It feels incredible. So full.

  “Whitney?”

  Opening her eyes a crack, she stared up into the face of one of the men she loved with all her heart.

  “I love you, Brett.” She turned her head slightly as she felt Ryan’s lips against her shoulder. “I love you, Ryan.”

  “I love you so much. You have no idea,” Brett said, before he brushed her lips with his.

  “I love you, princess. Now stop talking and start fucking.”

  She laughed, but it turned into a hearty groan when both men started to move at the same time. Brett took one nipple between his teeth and bit down, sending electricity zinging straight to her clit and bringing her to the brink in seconds.

  “Shall we alternate?” Ryan asked.

  “Yeah,” Brett agreed.

  Their thrusts changed, alternating between them, Brett pushing into her pussy as Ryan withdrew from her ass. It was incredible.