Three of a Kind

by Jess Dee

  “And I liked how much you liked her.” Max’s voice was gruff and damn sexy.

  Trev bit his lip. “You were okay with that? Watching me and Grace together?”

  “I didn’t expect to be.” Max frowned. “Maybe your little pep talk in the shower helped. But, yeah, I was okay with it.” He smiled humbly. “As you might have noticed afterward by the size of my dick.”

  Trev rocked against him. “Your size is pretty remarkable this morning too.”

  “You’re pretty remarkable.” Max’s smile stretched into a grin.

  The next time either of them spoke, Trev lay beneath his lover with Max buried deep inside him. The sex was slow, beautiful and sublime. An act of love.

  “I’d like to have her here. With us.” It was Max who broke the silence.

  Trev caught his breath, scarcely able to believe Max could want Grace as much as he did. “You would?”

  Max nodded once and nipped at Trev’s earlobe.

  Fuuuuuuck! Tremors shook his body. He freaking loved it when Max did that.

  “I would,” Max whispered. “I’d like to watch you fuck her.” He shuddered, and Trev felt the vibrations all the way through his ass. “I’d like to…fuck you while you fuck her.” Another shudder. “And I think… I know, I’d like to fuck her myself.”

  “And I’d like to watch,” Trev said. Like? Just like? “Fuck with a capital F, I’d love to watch.”

  Max grew an inch inside him. “She needs to be here.”

  “She will be,” Trev declared, determination searing him. “Maybe not yet, but soon.”

  And then, for a very long time, words were not necessary.

  Chapter Six

  Over a week had passed since Grace’s discovery of the two men together. A week in which she’d done her best to avoid Trev. She’d managed to make herself scarce the whole of last weekend, and she’d left each week morning before Trev was up. Evenings were a little easier because Trev tended not to get home before eight or nine at night, and sometimes much later than that, by which stage Grace was safely tucked away in her room.

  He’d tried knocking on her door a few times, but Grace had begged him for breathing space, thinking space, and he’d acquiesced.

  To her stunned surprise, Max had dropped by the studio to visit her. Her initial instinct was to ask him to leave, but he’d come armed with white chocolate Tim Tams and mango smoothies—Trev must have told him about those particular weaknesses. How could she possibly send someone so thoughtful away?

  They’d sat around the clay-splattered table and spoken. It had been a little awkward at first, but Max had done his best to put Grace at ease.

  He told her about himself, about his move from Brisbane to Sydney. About his jewelry shop, Ash Diamonds, and his trips overseas to find the perfect stones to suit his sister Rachel’s jewelry designs. He told her about the first time he’d seen Trev at his first poker game and how desire for the other man had hit him quite unexpectedly.

  In return Grace told him about her career in pottery. How she’d moved to Sydney to work with a world-renowned potter in his studio in the mornings and give lessons to kids and adults in the afternoons. She told him about her life and work in Adelaide, although she neglected to mention her family. Talking about them while getting to know this particular man just felt…wrong.

  When Max left he’d placed a gentle kiss on her lips, one that made her heart flutter, and told her he looked forward to seeing her again. Very forward indeed. He’d also promised not to visit again. At least not until she invited him back.

  Following his visit, Grace had truly been in a state of flux, trying to sort out her emotions and reactions to Max and Trev. Trying to work out why her physical reactions to the men had been so powerful, and why guilt assailed her every time she thought of her family.

  Today she’d finally gotten to spend the day with Hunter. What an eye-opener that had been.

  Hunter and Jay? Together?

  As in together.

  All this time, and she hadn’t known. Hunter had been reluctant to tell her. Apparently rightfully so, as she’d been utterly shaken by his confession. And even more shaken when Jay had walked in and shared a kiss with Hunter that quelled any further questions she might have had about the nature of their relationship.

  As for Julia, she’d smiled on indulgently, as though watching her two lovers embrace was the most natural, most wonderful thing in the world.

  “Did you ever stop and think that maybe you don’t believe in the same things our parents do, Gracie?” Hunter had asked. “That their morals and values don’t have to be ours?”

  She’d gaped at him, because that was exactly what she’d spent the week considering. Her parents were good people, with wholesome ethics and morals. Her whole life she’d been proud to identify with them, with their beliefs.

  Until last Friday night.

  “You’re entitled to have your own value system,” Hunter had gone on to say. “My father and I have such different beliefs it’s laughable. But it doesn’t mean my values are wrong. They’re just different from his.” He and Jay shared a smile. “Jay makes me happy. Jay and Jules. How wrong can that be?”

  Those were the words that echoed through her mind now.

  How wrong can that be?

  If Grace were honest with herself—and hell, this was as good a time as any for honesty—she’d acknowledge that wrong hadn’t been her overwhelming sense when she’d walked in on Trev and Max that night.

  She’d been shocked. And even horrified. But that wasn’t caused by the fact that two men were making love. It was brought about by the fact that she’d caught two people fucking. A confrontational scene regardless of who those two people were. And made even more confrontational by the fact that one of those two people had been so intimate with her just a few hours earlier.

  Her shock hadn’t ended there. No, her bewilderment had been tripled by her own reaction to the sexual act. Her instant and desperate lust. Watching the two men make love to each other had aroused Grace more than anything she’d ever witnessed, experienced or imagined in her entire life.

  If her beliefs were the same as those of her parents’, lust would not have featured in her reaction to the men. Disgust would have, and revulsion.

  She’d felt neither.

  So maybe Hunter was right. Maybe, just maybe, her parents’ belief system was not hers. Maybe she believed in very different ideals, and one of those ideals was that the love shared between two men was not wrong, but was beautiful and special.

  And maybe, just maybe, those two men could share their love with her. Because no matter what her parents might think about that scenario, every day for the last week, the idea had grown and blossomed in Grace’s mind until all she could think about now was what it would be like to share Trev and Max’s love.

  Trev pulled her into his arms the second she walked into the living room and called his name. It was the first time she’d approached him in a week. Not only did she let him hold her, she softened her stance to fit against his body so each of her curves pressed against the solidness of his muscles.

  “Christ, Gracie. You’ve had me going mad. Fearing you hated me. Us.”

  His breath on her hair scorched her skull, lighting fires all the way along her skin.

  Max, looking every inch as gorgeous and masculine as he had at the studio, walked into the room. He didn’t speak, but his eyes were filled with concern.

  “I could never hate you,” she told Trev. “I just needed time to figure a few things out about myself. And about the two of you.”

  “Did you figure out what you needed to?” Max asked.

  “I’m getting there. I spent the day with Hunter and that helped a little. Jules and Jay were there too.”

  Max raised a brow, as if to ask, “And how did that go?”

  She raised an e
yebrow back. Did he know about Hunter and Jay? Did Trev know?

  “They make a good threesome,” Trev said. His arms tightened around her waist as though he had no intention of letting her go. “We’d make a good threesome too,” he added.

  His presence, which just seconds ago had been so comforting, now squelched out her air supply. Grace pushed him away before claustrophobia overwhelmed her.

  She plucked at some invisible lint on her T-shirt, pulling oxygen into her lungs. “I’m still coming to terms with the fact that you two are a couple.” She pursed her lips. “Hearing you talk about threesomes freaks me out.” Her hand trembled so much she had to tighten it into a fist at her side.

  “You spent the day with a threesome,” Max pointed out. “Your own cousin is a part of a threesome. That should help with your comfort level.”

  She eyed him speculatively. “You know about Hunter and Jay, don’t you?”

  Max nodded. “They’re open about their relationship. All three of them are.”

  “You didn’t know?” Trev asked her.

  She shook her head, feeling as naive as a five-year-old. “Silly of me, I guess, not to realize their bond was so much deeper than I’d thought.” Her mind still raced, trying to come to terms with the fact that her cousin was involved with both a man and a woman.

  She released her breath on a long sigh. “You know, before I came to Sydney, I’d never met anyone who was gay. Or if I had, I hadn’t been aware of it.” She collapsed onto the couch with a humph. “Now it seems every second person I meet is involved in a same-sex relationship. Including my own cousin.”

  Someone might as well have stuck matches between her eyelids, prying them open, forcing her to see the world in a different light. This world here in Sydney looked a whole lot different from her innocent one back home in Adelaide.

  Max smiled. “Not that many. But there have been some interesting developments in our poker club over the last year.” He took a seat beside her on the couch. Close, but not close enough to stifle her.

  Nerves quivered in her belly. “There are other three-way threesomes in your club?”

  “Not three-way. But Alex, Megan and Des are together,” Max answered.

  “So you two are the only ones not involved in a ménage?”

  “Yet.” Trev smiled. A slow, sexy, sinful smile.

  Grace’s stomach lurched. “Is that what this is all about? You guys fitting in with your poker club? Finding a third to join you so it won’t just be the two of you?”

  Trev snorted. “Yeah, Gracie. I’ve been looking for the complications that come with falling for a man and a woman just so I could feel a more inherent part of the poker club.”

  Max frowned at her. “You think that’s what this is all about?”

  “I’m just saying it’s easier to get involved with—” she struggled to find the word she sought, “—unusual things when the people all around you are doing them too.”

  “I’m not doing this because of anyone else.” Trev closed the distance between himself and them. “I’m doing it because I’m crazy about you. About both of you. Because the thought of not being with Max and you is driving me insane.”

  Her heart hammered. Her breath left her lungs. She stared at Trev, speechless. Then looked at Max. Was it the same for him?

  “I want this too,” Max said. “And not because of any poker club. Since Trev suggested it, it’s all I can think about. The two of you are all I can think about.”

  Grace jumped up, suddenly unable to sit a moment longer. Her nerves were on edge, her blood pumping madly through her body. She needed to pace. To move. To do…something.

  She made it maybe an inch from the couch before a hand grasped her wrist and tugged. She stumbled and fell against Trev. In a move of remarkable agility, made even more remarkable by the fact that this was Trev, he caught her in his arms, lifted her off her feet and set her down on Max’s lap. Her left shoulder rested against Max’s right, her butt was plopped firmly atop a rock-hard erection and her feet stretched over the cushion she’d just vacated.

  She gasped, waiting for the claustrophobia to strike again.

  It didn’t.

  “Cool move, mate,” Max said, clearly impressed. He extended his arm around her back, giving her support and pulling her closer.

  Still no claustrophobia.

  “Real cool,” Max added and then said no more as he caught her lips in a tender kiss.

  Dear Lord, his lips were soft. So soft and tempting she couldn’t help but kiss him back. Turn her body into his so her breast pressed against his massive chest and her hand found his cheek.

  His skin was hot and hair-roughened by the growth of an afternoon shadow. Max smelled like a million dollars, like he’d found the essence of everything that made a man a man, bottled it and sprayed it generously all over.

  She may have met him only last week, but each cell in her body clamored to get closer, to discover every detail about him, every secret he kept, every truth he spoke.

  “Mmm.” His murmur of approval reverberated against her lips, and she wanted more, wanted to open her mouth and invite him in, taste him, slide her tongue against his.

  But Max drew away slowly, as though reluctant to release her. His eyes were closed, his mouth curved into a smile. “Mmm,” he murmured again. “Nice.”

  “Very nice,” a voice whispered in her ear.

  She turned to the sound, and for the second time her mouth was captured in a kiss as sweet as summer wine. Only this time the lips pressed to hers were Trev’s, and though his kiss was just as tender as Max’s, his tongue was not as absent. It danced at her lips, tempting, teasing, seeking a way between them.

  She provided one, opening her mouth and welcoming him in.

  The sigh that escaped her was one of sheer delight. Absolute contentedness. Because kissing Trev, relishing each stroke of his tongue against hers, was heaven. Pure heaven.

  As was the sensation of Max’s mouth against her neck, his tongue leaving darts of hot, moist pleasure all the way from her throat to her jaw. He pressed his lips to her cheek and pulled back. Not far, but far enough that Grace was keenly aware of his absence.

  Trev groaned into her mouth, and a second later Max’s lips feathered a kiss on the edge of her eye. Two kisses. Three. And then they were gone.

  Trev’s moan was lower this time.

  Grace was keenly aware of Max’s proximity and even more aware of his breath. Where a second ago it had burned over her cheek, now it was absent.

  She let her eyes flicker open and then closed again.

  No wonder she could no longer feel the warmth of his breath. Max was kissing Trev’s cheek, which explained the moan that echoed from his mouth into hers.

  “Kiss me,” Max whispered, and instinctively Grace knew he spoke to Trev.

  She pulled away. Not far, just giving herself enough space to watch as the men fused their lips together, to capture glimpses of pink as their tongues danced. She couldn’t look away, couldn’t close her eyes. All she could do was stare, entranced.

  Her hand was captured by a larger one, a stronger one. It tugged, pulled her arm until her fingers touched supple denim. Then her hand was pushed flat against the denim, her palm neatly enveloping the hard bulge behind the soft material.

  Trev bucked against her hand and she shuffled her butt, instinctively seeking out Max’s erection.

  Ah. Right there. Still trapped beneath her, its length obvious against her cheeks.

  Dear God. Two penises. Two erect, straining penises. One beneath her hand, one pressed to her ass. And two mouths, molded together in a kiss so hot she began to tremble.

  Had she still been living in Adelaide under the watchful eyes of her parents, Grace would never have opened herself to this experience. She’d have run away as fast as possible.

  But like Hunter ha
d said, how could anything that made her feel this good, this happy, be wrong in any way?

  It couldn’t. It was that simple. It was too beautiful, too right, to be wrong.

  Max let out a low growl and thrust up against her buttocks, which served only to increase the intensity of her trembling. And the intensity of her changing beliefs. There was nothing wrong with this. Nothing at all. Perhaps in her parents’ eyes, but not in hers.

  She fiddled with the button and zip on Trev’s jeans, wanting nothing more than to hold him in her hand, to feel the satin strength of his cock nestled in her grip.

  Too difficult. Her hand wouldn’t stop shaking. She needed both hands for the task, and her full concentration.

  It took a few seconds before she finally freed his zip and shoved his cotton boxers low, exposing the shaft that Max had so swiftly enveloped in his mouth the previous week.

  Silence permeated the room, broken only by the jagged breathing of the men beside her.

  So focused had she been on her task, she’d failed to notice Trev and Max had ended their kiss and now both stared at her hands. Or Trev stared at her hands. Max’s gaze was fixed on Trev’s cock.

  “Do it,” Max urged, his voice low and sexy as sin. “Touch him.”

  As if she could stop herself. Armed with Max’s encouragement and a newfound strength in her convictions, she curled her fingers around the rigid shaft.

  Trev’s breath escaped in a hiss. He straightened and threw his head back with a soft groan.

  Her eyes closed as she absorbed his silky texture, his steel heat. She ran her hands up and down his length, loving the feel, loving his response—the harsh breath that rasped from Trev’s throat.

  “Push his jeans down so he can take them off,” Max whispered in her ear.

  Grace was curiously reluctant. She’d have to release Trev to do so.

  As if sensing her dilemma, Max spoke again. “More freedom without pants. Better access.”

  Ah, good points. She edged the jeans and boxers over Trev’s hips, pushed them down his thighs and let him finish the job.