by Anne Rainey
“Damn. I’m screwing this all up. No, don’t be sorry. You did nothing wrong. It’s just…we both love you and that makes this relationship tricky.”
It infuriated her that she couldn’t ease their pain. “I’m not giving up on us. We can work out a solution. You two need to stop being so damn stubborn, that’s all.”
“Stubborn, huh?”
Devon’s head snapped up and, because she was still sitting on his lap, she could feel his entire body go bowstring-tight. Tory turned and saw Con standing in the doorway, his hands shoved into the front pockets of his jeans. The smile he sent Devon was teasing and full of mischief.
“You had time with Tory and I didn’t interrupt,” Devon said, obviously not amused by Con’s sudden appearance. “Maybe you can pay me the same courtesy?”
Con held up his hands as if in surrender. “I know. I have a few things to say and then I’m gone, I swear.”
Tory got to her feet, then bent to retrieve her shirt. She heard Devon curse when she slid her pants back on. “We’re listening, right, Devon?”
“Fine,” Devon muttered as went to the bathroom. When he came back out, he reached down to the floor and grabbed his boxer-briefs. “But this better be good.”
Tory couldn’t pull her gaze away from the sight of Devon gloriously naked except for the small amount of black cotton. It didn’t have a prayer in the world of concealing his semi-erect cock. She had to forcibly turn her head back to Con, who was grinning at her as if to say I know what you’re thinking.
“Con,” Devon growled, his voice full of menace.
“Uh, yeah. I’ll get right to it. Look, I know that my jealous streak rearing its ugly head has recently thrown a big fucking wrench into our happily-ever-after. I’m sorry for that. I wish I could tell you it’s gone now that I’ve had Tory to myself, but it’s not. It may never go away.”
Devon quirked a brow. “That’s what you came to tell us? That nothing has changed?”
Con shook his head, all signs of teasing gone. “No. Shit, I suck at this.”
God, the man was like a fish out of water when it came to sharing his feelings. She couldn’t stand to see him struggling so hard to find the right words. Closing the distance between them, Tory placed her hand on his forearm. “It’s okay.”
He stared at where they were connected, as if searching for inspiration. Finally he said, “Last night, when you and I made love, it was so damn good. Hell, it was amazing.”
“For me too, Con.”
“But I realized something.” His gaze went to Devon when he admitted, “I love both of you. I don’t want one without the other. I thought I did. I was prepared for war, Dev. But I don’t want you gone. I don’t think I ever did.”
“Then what’s with the jealousy?”
“I’m not going to lie. I may never get over it. But I can manage it. I’m a big boy, not a damn teenager. I can deal with the little green monster.”
Devon took a few steps toward Con, then stopped and asked, “Was it the evening alone with Tory? Is that what made you realize all this?”
He pushed a hand through his thick dark hair. “That was part of it. The truth hit me when I walked in here a few minutes ago and watched you two making love.”
Tory’s face heated. “Wait. You were here long enough to see—?”
Con chuckled and took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze. “You’re embarrassed? Baby, I’ve seen every inch of you, made love to every inch too. Although, I admit, I never quite understood why Devon liked to watch us. Until now. And I’ll be damned if I’m going let something as stupid as jealousy fuck that up.”
Devon let out a huge breath. “You can’t know how good it is to hear you say that.”
Tory’s heart melted when she watched the two men exchange looks. “So, um, we’re good?” she asked, practically holding her breath.
“Yeah, we’re good.” He winked and dropped her hand, then backed up a few steps. “I’ll leave you two alone now.”
“Wait,” Devon called out. Con turned, a question in his eyes. “I have a confession too.”
Con cleared his throat and looked away. “It’s cool. I overheard.”
“No, it’s not cool. Look, last night sucked,” Devon stated, not one to mince words. “I’m not sure how the three of us should proceed, but being separate, not sleeping with you two, yeah, that sucked. So, are we still doing the alone-time-with-Tory thing or what?”
Con glanced at her, then shoved a hand through his hair and replied, “Christ, I vote no.”
In two strides Devon was in front of her. He cupped her chin and asked, “What do you say, sugar?”
“All I want, all I’ve ever wanted, was to be with the two of you. I want you guys happy and I want this to work. I can’t imagine my life without you. So, I vote no as well.”
“You both enjoyed the evening, though,” Devon said, his voice gentle and full of concern. “And I enjoyed my time with you just now. The truth is, I think we’re going to need these moments.”
“You mean, so I don’t threaten to kidnap Tory, take her to some unnamed island where no one can find her and she’s forced to live out the rest of her days pleasing me and only me?”
Devon snorted. “Yeah, that.”
“We’re thinking it to death.” Both men’s gazes zeroed in on her. Hot damn, they were handsome. Best of all, they belonged to her. “I say we play it by ear. If the need arises, we talk and make a plan. It only became a problem this time because genius here chose to keep his feelings to himself.”
He tapped her nose. “I’m an idiot,” Con conceded, “duly noted.”
Tory beamed up at him. “Glad to see we’re on the same page.”
“This has been a great talk,” Devon said, “but there’s still some unfinished business to attend to.” He started to remove his boxer-briefs and Tory noticed that Con looked to Devon for his queue. Devon smiled, and Con started stripping out of his gray T-shirt. “Damn, I do love it when we have unfinished business.”
Tory watched the two men, her heart filled to bursting when they both stood nude in the bright light of day staring at her as if she hung the moon. No, they weren’t perfect and this definitely wouldn’t be their last hurdle to leap, but they were hers and she would fight tooth and nail to keep them.
Chapter Eight
Tory stood at the railing, staring out at the ocean. Cancun was every bit as beautiful and romantic as she’d hoped. The warm weather was perfect for snorkeling and lazing in the sun. The cool night breeze off the water sent a chill down her body as she watched the dark waves slowly rolling in, then back out again. It was their first night there. She wondered if Con and Devon would even let her out of bed to enjoy the sights, much less go snorkeling. Or if she’d let them out! She grinned at the thought, then heard a shuffling from behind. Turning her head, Tory watched Devon and Con striding toward her. They were dark, strong and mostly naked. Her body stirred to life.
“Why are you out here when we’re in there?” Con asked.
Tory barely suppressed the need to moan. Con’s deep voice always had the power to turn her on. Of course, his bare chest and sexy red boxers didn’t hurt, either. Boxers she’d bought him for their first V-Day together. “I’m enjoying the night. It’s so lovely here, Con.” She pointedly looked at his boxers and wanted to curse. “I can’t believe I couldn’t think of a better gift for you and Devon.”
Con took her in his arms and held her tight. “We told you before, baby, you are the best gift any man could wish for.”
“Thank you, for everything. Including this wonderful trip.”
“Thank Devon too. Without him, we wouldn't be here.”
Tory pushed backward and peered to the left of Con to see Devon in his brand-new electric blue knit pajama pants, a warm smile on his face. “Thank you, Devon.”
He leaned close and pressed his lips to her temple. “Come on, you can thank me properly inside.”
She stepped out of Con’s arms and followed
Devon into their suite. The hotel was beautiful, the room ridiculously expensive, and yet it could be a hole-in-the-wall for all she cared. Her sole concentration was on Devon in that moment as he tossed his pjs on a chair and headed toward her, a gleam of wicked intent lighting his eyes.
As if the three of them had choreographed each move, Tory walked to the right until her knees hit the end of the bed, then she turned. Devon reached out and pushed at the center of her chest, knocking her to the plush, cream-colored comforter. She shimmied up the mattress so that she lay in the center. Con, in all his bronzed and dark-haired glory, stripped out of his clothes and spread out on the bed next to her, while Devon lowered himself on top of her. Their well-muscled bodies and the intensity in their sexy eyes were enough to have any woman drooling, but the heavy weight between Devon’s legs had her aching and wet. She peeked over at Con and realized he was every bit as hard.
Tory tore her gaze away from the swelled head of his erection and searched Con’s face for signs of jealousy. He still didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, but the soft smile he sent her way was reassurance enough.
Devon pushed his pelvis against her, gaining her attention. With the single-minded purpose of making him squirm, Tory began smoothing her right hand over his pectorals. She ran her fingers through the coarse dark curls that littered his chest and inched her legs upward until they were wrapped around his lean waist. She let her sex slide along the length of his cock, luxuriating in his deep groan of satisfaction.
“You do me in, sugar,” Devon confessed as he teased his fingers down the front of her, setting off several little fires along the way. “Ah, sweet and soft,” he groaned as he kissed her. His lips, so warm and firm, tasted hers as if he wanted to spend a good long time pleasuring each and every part of her with his mouth. When he flipped them both over, putting her on top, she started to protest. His pleasurable torture continued, distracting her. By slow degrees, he took playful licks of her tongue and nipped her lower lip with his teeth. When she felt a pair of masculine hands cupping and caressing her bottom, Tory broke the kiss and looked beside her to see Con propped up on his elbow. The intensity in his silver gaze scorched a path clear to her core. His fingers dipped into the cleft and touched her clitoris. Tory moaned. He stroked her swollen pussy lips and her body vibrated at the bare touch. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she finally admitted, unable to contain the glorious feelings rioting inside her any longer. “Both of you.”
Con dipped his finger into her pussy, sinking deep, then murmured, “That’s the first time you’ve said that, little girl.”
“Damn, I thought we’d never hear the words,” Devon said, his voice a low rumble of sound in the quiet room.
With Con’s finger thrusting in and out, Tory was having a hard time concentrating. Her body was on fire. “I-I’m sorry I haven’t said them before. I wanted it to be special.”
“You’ll have to say them all the time now,” Con said, teasingly as a second finger joined the first. “To make up for time lost. When we wake up. When we go to bed. At breakfast, lunch and dinner.”
“I have a present for you,” Devon interjected.
“I thought the trip was my present.”
“It was,” he agreed, “but we thought you deserved something extra.”
In another heartbeat, Con pulled his fingers free. She let out an unhappy whimper. “Come over here and I’ll give you more,” Con invited as he moved to his back and held out his hand. Yeah, like she could say no to the dark-haired devil. Tory slid off Devon and moved on top of Con. True to his words, Con’s fingers found their way between her legs. Soon he was pushing two deep and driving her body higher and higher. When Devon reappeared on the bed, he was holding a small black box. She might be turned inside out by Con’s talented fingers, but even that couldn’t completely kill her curiosity. “What is it?” she asked.
“Open it and see, sugar,” Devon murmured.
Tory propped her head on her elbow on Con’s chest and took the box from Devon. She popped the lid open. Her breath caught at what lay inside. Sitting on a bed of black velvet lay a triple open-heart necklace. “Oh, Devon, it’s beautiful.” Her voice caught, and tears stung the back of her eyes.
“Our hearts belong to you,” he whispered tenderly. “Always.”
“Always,” Con confirmed.
Devon took the box from her trembling hand and gently placed it on the table next to the bed. “Later, we’ll put it on you. For now, there’s the little matter of your pleasure.” She watched as he picked up a tube of lubricant and popped the top.
With tender care, Con pulled his fingers free of her pussy, then drove back in, harder and deeper. Tory threw her head back and moaned. He stroked her clit and she trembled. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Devon move behind her. Large hands caressed her buttocks. A moan erupted from deep within Tory as Devon let his lubricated finger drift back and forth over her puckered opening. She wanted him there. She was so hungry to feel both men buried deep that she started pleading.
Con lifted and sucked one hard nipple, setting off a malestorm of need inside her. Devon lowered his body over hers and kissed the base of her spine. “You want to be fucked, sugar?”
“Yes, Devon. God yes!” she cried, pushing her ass backward to take more of his exploring finger.
“Mmm, that’s right,” Devon urged, “Take it, girl.”
A second slick finger joined the first, and little by little he stretched her, preparing her ass for the invasion of his cock. Tory shuddered as Con’s fingers moved in and out of her wet cunt, fucking her with slow precision, as if he had all the time in the world. Con’s thumb pressed against her clit, his tongue licking and playing with her nipples. Devon’s warm, firm hand took hold of her hip and held her still while he dipped a third finger inside her ass. Tory dropped her head to Con’s shoulder as her body began to spiral out of control. When she squeezed her bottom, Devon cursed.
“God damn. You make me crazy. So fucking crazy.”
Tory couldn’t concentrate on Devon’s words as sensation after sensation bombarded her.
Con flicked and teased her nubbin and whispered sweet words of encouragment as he suckled one needy breast, then the other. Devon kissed an arousing trail down her spine, and Con rammed his fingers fingers deep inside her pussy. Tory lost it.
Her climax came out of nowhere, hitting like a tidal wave and knocking her into another realm. She screamed, her back arching as her body flew apart. She collapsed on top of Con, exhausted, every nerve ending humming.
Devon’s rough voice just barely broke through the erotic fog coating her mind when he ordered, “My dick is going to feel so damn good inside this tight little ass.”
Con slipped his fingers free of her dripping mound and cupped her chin, lifting her gaze to his. She watched transfixed as he licked each digit clean. “Delicious, baby,” he breathed out. Con pushed upward and Tory felt the heavy weight of his cock pressing against her pussy. Her body went from sated to famished in a heartbeat.
With slow, deliberate movements, Con tucked the head of his cock between the swollen folds, then pulled her down to press a kiss to her lips. She rocked against him when his tongue flicked over her lower lip, nipping and driving her into a horny stupor. A few inches of his rock-hard erection slipped deeper as he vowed, “I swear I’d live forever like this if I could. My dick all snug and warm inside your cunt, hell, yeah.”
Good thing he didn’t wait for a reply because Tory was utterly incapable of speech. She felt another hand smoothing over her back to her bottom. She turned her head to see Devon. In one hand he held a tube of lubricant, in the other he cupped a handful of her plump flesh. She watched as he squirted a portion of it onto his dick and smoothed it up and down his shaft. Her vision blurred as he began a slow glide inside her ass, filling her. She felt the familiar sense of fullness as his cock stretched her inner muscles. Con flexed his hips and buried the rest of his cock inside her throbbing pussy.
“Oh God, yes. Yes!”
Devon picked up the pace, fucking her a little faster, while Con seemed content to take his time. Tory’s body held both men tight. Devon’s hips slammed against hers as he pumped her ass with his cock. Con let loose a low growl and began moving in time with Devon. Soon both men were dancing to the same rhythm. Con’s fingers dug into her hips as he thrust hard. Devon shouted her name and hammered her ass. Once. Twice. Suddenly both men erupted, jets of hot come spilling inside. Tory felt every pump, every spasm of their cocks, and it spurred on her own orgasm. She flew over the edge, barely aware of Con’s strong arms surrounding her and Devon’s gentle hands petting her hair and back. She collasped on top of Con, her breathing ragged, their sweat mingling.
Devon carefully slid out of her body, then plopped down on the bed beside them. He reached out and brushed a lock of hair off her face as Con kissed the top of her head and whispered, “Thank you, baby.”
Tory blinked away some of her lethargy. “For what?”
“For not giving up on me.”
She forced her limp neck muscles to lift her head and realized he was staring at Devon. Both men turned their gazes toward her and grinned. “I love you,” she blurted out, again, as her watery gaze took in the sight of them. They were a whole lot wild, slightly sex-crazed and just a tad dysfunctional. And they were all hers.
“Damn,” Devon groaned. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that, sugar.”
“Ditto,” Con agreed before swatting her bottom. “Now, who’s up for round two?”
Tory let out a deep sigh. “I love Valentine’s Day.”
About the Author
Anne Rainey grew up in a small town in central Ohio the only girl with three rowdy, older brothers. When she wasn’t playing tackle football with them she could be found tucked away in her mother’s book room getting lost in mysterious worlds created by authors such as Martha Grimes and Andrew M. Greeley. She’s had a variety of odd jobs including Chiropractic Assistant, Frame Stylist, Restaurant Hostess, and Nail Technician. Anne now lives with her fabulous husband, two gorgeous teenage daughters, two ornery dogs and three snooty cats. When she’s not dressing, feeding, cleaning or spending time with them, she can be found at the computer writing stories hot enough to make your toes curl!