Summer Love: A Steamy Small Town Romance Anthology

by Piper Rayne

  When we have our weekends away, it’s easy to wonder what it would be like to be with them all the time—not having to hide this side of myself. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not ashamed of these feelings, but I also don’t advertise them.

  My father is one of the top lawyers in Houston, and my mother runs a charity for domestic violence victims. They would lose their shit if they thought I would live openly in a romantic relationship with two men. That’s why, instead, we meet once a year and make our wildest fantasies a reality. Then we return to our homes, going through the motions of life until we’re together again.

  I’m so lost in my own world that I don’t hear the door open. When Ford walks into the small kitchen and spins me around, I scream in surprise.

  I come face-to-face with Ford’s beautiful honey-colored eyes before trying to hit him while he attacks my mouth with the ferocity of a man starved. Ford shows his love through physical touch, and I’m totally on board with it. There is something about how he always pulls me into his body and kisses me with abandon, which makes my heart skip a beat.

  He crushes me to his body, his tongue dancing with mine. That kiss sends shivers of desire down my spine. Ford’s lips are demanding yet soft at the same time. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to lose myself in a kiss that I don’t want it to end. Abruptly we both step apart, taking a deep breath, trying to come back down to earth.

  I step back, dazed. My heart pounds in my chest, and my legs are as solid as jelly. “I guess we’re not waiting on Jay.”

  “Since when have I ever waited for anything?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me. The irony in his statement isn’t lost on me because Ford was never on time for anything in college. He marched to the beat of his own drum, which included never paying attention to the clock.

  Then I laugh. Hard. Bending over at the waist, I wheeze, and it feels so good.

  Standing straight up, I step back and bump into the counter. “When will . . .” I pause when I hear the crunch of gravel and step around Ford before running to the front door. I stop and turn to him to say, “Now apparently,” before winking and running out the door and down the stairs to Jameson who’s unfolding his large body out of a sports car.

  “Jay!” I squeal and throw myself into his arms.

  “How’s my Firefly?” he asks as he hugs me hard.

  I peel myself off him and lock eyes, swimming in the pools of melted chocolate that are all mine.

  Glancing back at the porch, Ford is leaning against a post, ankles crossed with a smirk on his face. I love that he is okay with letting all his emotions out when he’s with us because, as a DEA agent who’s badass, he has to hide that part of himself.

  “Let’s get this party started,” I say.

  Chapter Two

  Ford

  Once a year, the three of us get together, locking ourselves away from the rest of the world. It’s the best weekend of the year—every year.

  Why, you ask?

  Because polite southern society doesn’t allow three people to be in love with each other, though that’s never stopped us. We just do it in private. Jay and I are ready to worship Fallon—body, mind, and soul. This isn’t what I imagined when I fell head over heels in love with her in college. None of us did. But instead of fighting it, we decided to let it happen.

  Until I realized . . .

  Fallon Winters is the one for me.

  I must breathe her soul into my heart.

  She is my forever.

  I watch her with Jay as they walk toward the house, and I wonder what it would be like if she could be mine—ours—all the time.

  Chapter Three

  Fallon

  “Dinner is almost ready. All you need to do is heat the outside grill.”

  “Sounds good,” Jay pipes up. “What’s for dinner?” He walks to the fridge, grabbing a couple of beers, and pops the tops before handing one to Ford.

  I turn around and face him. “Fajitas with all the fixings.”

  He smiles, and my heart beats a little faster. Jay is and always has been the softer of the two. He’s in touch with his emotions and freely shows me his heart. Ford is kind and loving, but he prefers to show affection with his tongue instead.

  Jameson is my emotional lover, while Ford loves my body. Together they take care of both sides of my needs.

  “And . . .” I say, pausing for effect, “I already turned on the hot tub for dessert.”

  Ford high fives Jay, and they head out to find the grill and get the fire going, though my fire is already burning.

  Dinner is delicious, and like every year, we easily fall into comfortable conversation. Flirtation and innuendo compete for attention. Ford unabashedly turns each topic back to sex while Jay digs deeper, asking how our lives are.

  With full bellies and simmering attraction and need just below the surface of our casualness, I send the guys to the living room to relax while I clean the kitchen. It’s an opportunity to center myself before what I know is to come.

  “Anyone up for a dip in the hot tub?” I ask them from the doorway, wineglass in hand and a knowing smile on my face. Both turn my way, but I don’t wait for a response. “I’ll meet you out there.”

  I grab my bag and head into the bathroom to change. I pull out my favorite navy-striped string bikini and quickly pull on my swimsuit before making my way to the hot tub and slipping into the steaming water, allowing it to soothe my exhausted body.

  The sun has set, and I notice a string of outdoor lights around the perimeter of the porch and plug them in for a bit of ambiance. I settle myself into the hot tub and glance out at the edge of the woods, and I notice fireflies dancing in the bushes. I don’t see them much in the city, and I catch myself smiling, thinking of Jay.

  I lay my head back and close my eyes, allowing the water’s warmth to relax my body while my mind wanders.

  A little later, the guys stroll out of the house, towels wrapped around their hips, each holding a beer, and Ford has another glass of wine for me.

  “Aren’t you the sweetest,” I say as he hands me the glass, taking the empty and putting it on the table behind us.

  Ford smirks at me before dropping his towel and climbing in with me. I sit with my mouth hanging wide open before Jay does the same thing.

  “Well then…” is all I can say, knowing this night is about to heat up.

  The guys sit beside me—Ford on the left, Jay on the right. Our legs immediately intertwine. I lay my head back on the side of the tub and allow myself to let go of everything from life—no responsibilities or worries. I simply feel. Jay sets his beer and my wineglass on the edge before pulling me onto his lap. Ford reaches for my feet, placing them in his lap. With one hand, he presses his thumb into the arch of my foot, causing me to moan from how good it feels. My hips lift off Jay’s lap, but he grasps onto them and pulls me back down, securing me to him.

  Tilting my head back, Jay takes the invitation, pressing his lips to mine. His tongue searches while he pulls my hair from its bun, letting it float on top of the water.

  While Jay makes love to my mouth, Ford pulls at the strings of my bikini bottom, untying them, and they float away.

  Damn, these guys aren’t wasting any time.

  “I love you, Firefly,” Jay whispers as he pulls his lips away from mine.

  Reaching around and clasping my hands behind his neck, I softly reply, “I love you, too.”

  My whole being is filled with desire. I want both guys to give me exactly what I need—them.

  Us.

  Touching.

  Together.

  Forever.

  Chapter Four

  Jameson

  I’ve loved Fallon since the first day I met her.

  She’s beautiful inside and out.

  Kindness radiates from her pores.

  A light in the dark.

  My Firefly.

  There are times in our lives where we’re going through the motions, looking for something in the future. Th
at’s the way it was when I met Fallon. I wasn’t searching for a woman; I was only looking forward to graduation and what would come next.

  The moment I opened the door to her standing at the threshold, I couldn’t have imagined that this would be our future.

  Chapter Five

  Ford

  Call me a voyeur if you like, but there is something about watching the two of them kissing, touching, whispering sweet nothings that makes me want her even more.

  I believe there can’t be another woman who acknowledges and accepts her love for two men as easily as she does. Fallon takes care of those around her and doesn’t put up with shit from anyone—including me.

  The moment I met her, she took my breath away. I opened my apartment door, and there she stood—the tutor assigned to help me graduate, looking more like a Baywatch babe than a woman who could teach me about criminal justice. She was wearing blue jean shorts that showed off her long tan legs and a tank top that drew my eyes right to her breasts. She hid her clear blue eyes behind huge black sunglasses and piled her long blond hair on the top of her head in a bun.

  And then she opened her mouth to yell at me, having no idea how sensual her voice sounded.

  But my dick sure did and rose to attention. And I slammed the door in her face. Gray sweats don’t hide a cock anytime, much less when it wants to jump out and play.

  I should have apologized and talked to her, but I didn’t. Instead, I yelled for my roommate, Jameson, to come and deal with her.

  A beautiful woman standing on my doorstep, pissed off and ready to battle, automatically turned me on. It’s a day I’ll never forget. That day became the most significant day of my life to date. It’s the day I met the woman I will marry.

  I snap out of my trip down memory lane and take a long swig of my beer before returning to massaging Fallon’s feet and legs. There is something about touching her, feeling her soft, silky skin beneath my calloused fingers, that relaxes me and lets the stress fall from my body.

  I watch her writhe as I massage her feet and up her calves. I slide closer so she doesn’t slip under the water as she loses herself in our touch.

  Her bikini bottom floats around in the bubbling water, and I watch the sun dip below the horizon. The sky is lit up in shades of oranges and pinks with dark clouds rolling in, creating a beautiful line of demarcation between dark and light.

  Much like the three of us.

  Fallon is our light.

  Jay brings us hope.

  Me, I’m the darkness that tries to maneuver between the two.

  It’s easier to live in the dark. Ignoring the good that is possible with the reality of what exists around us all. It made my decision to be a federal agent even easier. I honed my investigative skills and used them to find criminals. The ones who live underground are the ones I crave finding, though some think that shining the light on them will allow them to not be seen as the bad seeds they are. Fortunately, I work with some great men and women who are aces at teaching these folks otherwise.

  Considering my job is all-consuming—yes, I’m a workaholic, but my team knows not to bother me. It’s three days once a year that I’m unreachable. Unattainable for anyone other than Fallon. Nothing matters more to me than showing Fallon what she means to me, even if it’s only for one weekend.

  Jay sits up, pulls the string behind her neck, and the force of the water sweeps up the triangle top. He immediately unties the string on her back, and the top is gone. Her magnificent body is on display for us—and only us.

  My cock lengthens as she wiggles around. Taking advantage of her ass sitting so close to me, I allow my hand to trail up her legs and into the promised land. I slide one finger into her hot wet pussy, then two. With my other hand, I push her hips more toward the surface and begin placing kisses over her abdomen.

  One kiss.

  Two kiss.

  Three kiss.

  I keep going until I reach her navel. Lifting my head, I wink at her while working my fingers deeper and deeper into her body. She bucks her hips hard, and I feel Jay moving and then clasping his hands onto her ass, holding her still.

  I move my fingers in a “come-hither” motion and stroke her clit with my thumb. She moans loudly, and Jay leans over, capturing the sounds with a kiss. I love her moans and groans of pleasure, but what I want more is her surrender. It’s time to move this party to the bedroom.

  Before the night is over, we will be one.

  All three of us.

  Chapter Six

  Fallon

  Standing in the darkened bedroom, dripping wet from the hot tub, I can feel the animal magnetism between us. Ford is so self-confident and doesn’t question whether I love him. Jay is quiet and calm, unlike Ford’s demanding alpha-like tendencies. Each one feeds a piece of my soul, allowing me to feel loved and worshiped on every front.

  Never have I wondered if the guys were attracted to each other or if they wanted someone else. Tonight, more than ever, I can see it in their eyes that they’re only focused on me.

  “Are you ready?” Ford asks.

  He’s seen me naked dozens of times, but as his whiskey-colored eyes rake over every inch of my skin, I feel seen, loved, and desired like never before. The heat mirrored at me when his eyes pin mine sends shivers of anticipation to every sensitive part of my body. Every nerve ending is on fire, and I know there is only one way to satisfy the craving that’s slowly pooling between the soft curve of my thighs.

  I nod because my mouth feels dry, and words escape me as I glance between them. They’re both so different, and yet, exactly what my body and heart need at this moment.

  Jay grabs my hand, and we follow Ford into the bathroom. I step around them and turn the shower on to steaming hot. Ford comes up behind me and pushes my hair away before nibbling on my neck.

  The steam from the shower billows out, and I pull away laughing because Ford knows I’m ticklish in that spot. I step into the shower, my back to the water, allowing it to beat on my neck. The guys waste no time joining me. Ford blocks the water with his large frame as he maneuvers behind me. Jameson kisses me, sliding his hand past me to grab the shower gel. They wash me from the top of my shoulders to the bottom of my feet.

  When we exit the shower, Jay towels me off before taking the time to dry himself. Ford dries himself and then opens the door and leads me back into the bedroom.

  Jay follows us, pulling the club chair from the corner, facing it toward the bed. Keeping his eyes on mine, I watch him as he props his leg up on the end of the bed and begins stroking himself.

  My tongue slips between my lips, yearning to replace his hand with my mouth. I fixate my eyes on the movement of his hand—up and down and slipping over the crown of his hardness. Completely lost in the moment, I don’t immediately feel Ford behind me until his hands run along my sides, goose bumps peppering my skin as they glide from my hips to my torso. His arms wrap around me. Large, rough palms cup my breasts, kneading them gently. My eyes fall shut as I relax into him and lose myself in the feeling of his fingers as they flick and tug one of the most sensitive erogenous zones on my body. I squirm in his arms, but he presses one hand against my abdomen, steadying me as the other continues the attention to my breasts. The hand holding me in place slowly lowers to my mons. The motion forces my hips back, and I can feel him hard against me from behind. Ford drops his lips to my neck, nipping and licking. Licking and nipping. It is the sweetest torture.

  A moan passes my lips as the gentle sweep of his tongue close to my ear and the expert tugging of my nipples becomes more assertive, edging me toward the orgasm he knows is building. I swear, the man can make me come with his touch alone.

  As if reading my mind, he lowers his hand, his thick fingers parting my already wet folds. “Open your eyes, baby girl. I want you looking at Jay when you come undone.”

  My eyes fly open, locking my gaze on Jay’s kind, dark eyes. Only now, they reflect so much more. Desire and a promise of the way he plans to work over my b
ody when he has a chance. Ford rolls my clit between his fingers while his other hand massages and pinches my nipples—hard. This elicits a soft moan as his tongue lathes my neck, drawing the skin in deep and making my eyes roll back from pleasure.

  “I can’t,” I whimper, on the precipice of my first orgasm. These men know my body better than I do—and know exactly how to please me faster than anyone ever has. “I need to—”

  “It’s okay, baby girl. You can come for me,” Ford whispers in my ear.

  As if he could stop me. My back arches, my head falling on the thick, sinewy muscles of his shoulders. The last image in my mind before I explode under Ford’s fingers is the way Jay’s hand sensually grips his cock, a promise glinting back at me in his sexy, hooded eyes.

  I bite down, gripping Ford’s hips behind me as he rubs harder, dipping between my folds to wet his fingertips and roll my swollen bud even faster. When he gently bites my neck, I come undone. My body melts, shuddering as white lights pulse behind my closed lids, and I sink deeper into my first orgasm.

  I roll in his arms, searching for the mouth I’ve memorized and constantly long for. “Ford,” I say huskily, biting his lip and drawing it in. He cups my ass and lifts me to his lips, making me yelp. He wastes no time claiming my mouth with his heated, passionate kiss.

  Our tongues meet—his is sensual and strong. He always finds a way to take the lead in the bedroom, and I don’t mind one bit. My body is still humming, revved and ready to go when I feel Jay behind me, swinging my long blond hair over my shoulder so he can find his favorite kissing spot just behind my ear. I giggle as his lips brush the skin softly, sending goose bumps over my body.

  Where Ford is rough and sexy, Jay is smooth and sensual—both gods over my body, just in different ways. Jay knows how to take his time and build my arousal to a crescendo, while Ford demands—pushing me to new limits and heights.