Dare to be Three (Dare Menage Series Book 3)

by Jeanne St. James

  “It was more a turn-on than anything, baby. Really. Don’t worry. I will step in and say something if it goes past my limit.”

  She nodded and stepped into the shower.

  He followed her, closing the shower door behind him. But her question had him thinking. “What about you? You’re a strong, independent woman. That’s one thing I love about you. Does it bother you?”

  Paige shook her head. She’d put her hair up in a bun and tried to avoid the direct spray of the water.

  Connor moved under the showerhead. He let the warm water soothe his tight muscles, and he tried to relax his sphincter in preparation for removing the plug.

  Paige grabbed the shower pouf and squeezed some gel onto it, then worked it to full lather. She ran it over his shoulders and down his chest. It had been a while since they’d showered together and Connor missed this closeness of washing each other, caring for each other.

  “Do you need to squat down or something?”

  Connor couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t know. This one is larger than the one I started out with. I hope it’s easier coming out than it was going in. But I doubt it. And I swear I used a whole bottle of lube.”

  “Poor baby. Do you want me to help?”

  “Yes, because you removing a big latex toy from my ass is so romantic.”

  Laughing, she swirled the soapy shower pouf over his hips and down his thighs. “Well, your cock hasn’t quit since we left the kitchen.”

  Yeah, it hadn’t softened at all since Grae pinned him against the wall. It was kind of getting uncomfortable, especially looking at his wife naked, all slick with water. He imagined himself sliding into her wet heat. He wondered what it would be like fucking her with the plug in.

  Damn. They may have to try that.

  Though, Connor doubted it would happen at this moment, because Grae was waiting and what Grae wanted, Grae got. He chuckled.

  “What’s funny?” Paige asked.

  He shook his head. “Nothing. Everything. Okay, I guess I need to figure out how to get this thing out.”

  “Do you want Grae to come in and remove it? I’m assuming he has more experience with these things than we do.”

  She was probably right, but no…He wanted to do it himself. Then again, maybe she had a point.

  She sucked in a breath to yell out Grae’s name, but at the same moment the frosted glass door opened and he stood there.

  His dark skin glistened from the steam in the bathroom. “Is there a reason why I’m waiting so long?” he asked, taking in the scene before him.

  “Yes,” Paige giggled. “Connor needs your help.”

  Grae raised his eyebrows and gazed at Connor, waiting for the explanation.

  “A little advice would be nice,” Connor added. He should be embarrassed about the whole situation, but he wasn’t. The guy was about to get up close and intimate with his ass anyway, so who cared if the man had to help him out in order to get there.

  Then Grae threw his head back and let out the loudest belly laugh.

  Connor looked over at Paige, and she stared back at him in surprise and then they both joined in.

  “I can’t fit in the shower with both of you, so either you guys need to take care of business or, Paige, you need to step out.”

  Paige began to step out but then stopped. “I want to do it. Just talk us through it.”

  “It’s not rocket science,” Grae said, laughter still in his voice.

  “I know, but I don’t want to hurt him.”

  “Paige, just go slow. If you think that toy is going to hurt him, then what do you think I’m going to do to him?”

  She hesitated and shot a glance at Connor.

  Well, he hadn’t thought of that until just now, so his confidence about having anal sex with Grae just dropped about a hundred points.

  Shit.

  “Ah, hell,” Grae mumbled. “Connor, face me. Relax.”

  Connor had no idea why Grae would think giving him the “relax” command would help his body actually relax. But he tried to get into the mindset, telling his muscles to soften, his breathing to slow.

  “Kiss me,” Grae demanded.

  Connor leaned out of the shower enough to meet Grae’s lips.

  Grae reached down and wrapped his fingers around Connor’s still-hard cock, stroking it slowly. Connor groaned against the other man’s lips, his mind going from the situation at hand to what Grae did to him instead. Grae worked his tongue into Connor’s mouth, while his hands worked their magic, playing with his cock, cupping his balls and lightly squeezing.

  Paige’s hands stroked along his back and over his buttocks, her hands slippery with shower gel. The more Connor relaxed, the lower she went, stroking the skin along his cheeks and then in between them. He felt her hook the latex ring with her fingers and slightly pull. But his body resisted, tightening up.

  Grae bit his bottom lip, causing Connor to gasp and while he was distracted, Paige worked the plug out.

  Connor moaned at the feeling of the stretch and the small pinch-like pain, but then he suddenly felt very empty. Way too empty.

  Grae pulled away, brushing a thumb over the small cut in Connor’s lip. “Don’t worry, I’ll be inside you soon.” He reached in to shut the water off, and they both climbed out of the shower, grabbing towels to dry off. “I’ll be waiting for you in bed,” he said, his smile a bit crooked as he walked out of the bathroom.

  Connor couldn’t help but watch the flex of the other man’s muscles as he left.

  When he and Paige entered the bedroom, Grae was in bed, waiting for them, as he said. There were condoms and a bottle of lube on the bedside stand also at the ready.

  Though, Grae wasn’t smiling anymore.

  His nostrils flared, and he watched them both closely as they approached. He looked animalistic, ready to pounce, as he leaned back against the headboard, his gaze pinned on them.

  A thrill shot through Connor.

  Paige climbed onto the bed, crawling up to Grae’s side. He didn’t look at her. He only had eyes for Connor.

  Connor grabbed himself and stroked his length. His erection was harder than ever. He wanted to sink into Paige’s softness but also wanted to feel Grae deep inside him.

  Was it possible to do both at the same time? He sure as hell hoped so. “I want to fuck Paige as you’re fucking me.” Connor still stood at the end of the bed gazing at his two lovers. He couldn’t imagine either would say no to his suggestion.

  Grae’s gaze flicked to Paige and then back to him. “We can do that.”

  Just the thought of it made Connor want to lose his load. He closed his eyes for a moment and sucked in a breath. He needed to keep his shit together. Tonight was a major step for him, and he needed to keep his head on straight.

  “Connor…” Paige lifted a hand to him. “I want your face between my thighs, while I take Grae in my mouth.”

  Connor just about leaped onto the bed. Paige shifted and slid down the mattress. Connor gripped her thighs, pulling them apart and without hesitation, tasted the sweet goodness of his wife.

  She was already slick and hot; her folds silky and plump as his tongue worked in and out of her. He flicked the tip against her clit, making her hips jump off the bed. Her thighs clenched around his ears for a moment before releasing. He looked up the line of her body to see Grae’s broad back to him. He straddled her body, and though he couldn’t see it, he could imagine Grae’s long, hard length in her mouth as she sucked him.

  Connor slid two fingers inside her core, feeling her muscles tighten around his digits, trying to pull him deeper. He swirled his tongue around her sensitive button, making it twitch while her hips danced. Her moans were muffled with Grae keeping her mouth full. He could see Grae’s buttocks flex as he pushed his cock in and out of her.

  Connor sucked on her swollen flesh as he curved his fingers to find that spot of hers. The one that made her gush and cry out when he caressed it. With his lips sucking her clit and his digits dee
p inside her, a climax broke over her. He could feel the wet heat making her even slicker and ready for his cock to be inside her. Drops of precum beaded at the head of his erection.

  He didn’t think he could wait much longer as he moved up the bed only to see Grae’s hands gripping Paige’s hair tightly as he fucked her mouth. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes because of how deep she took him…But she didn’t tap out. She accepted every inch of him.

  Grae’s eyes were closed, and his head tilted back as he pulled her head up to meet each thrust. Small sounds at the back of her throat brought his attention back to her face. He softened the hold on her hair, then released her completely, shifting his hips back until only the head of his cock was between her lips. “I want to come in your wife’s mouth, but I’m saving it all for you.” He turned his eyes toward Connor. “Are you ready?”

  “Yes.” Yes, he felt more than fucking ready. Connor was about to explode.

  Grae laid a kiss on Paige’s forehead before rolling away to grab the lube and a condom from the top of the nightstand.

  “I love you, baby,” Connor whispered to Paige before kissing her and settling over top of her.

  She smiled up at him. “I love you too.”

  He dropped his head and captured one of her puckered, pink nipples into his mouth, grazing the tip with his teeth. Her back arched as he tugged on one with his lips, the other with his fingers. He brushed kisses along the outer swells of her breasts, murmuring against her skin about how good this was going to feel.

  The bed shifted as Grae moved behind him, the man’s fingers suddenly gripping his hips.

  Connor turned his head to look behind him. Then for a second, he almost had second thoughts as he took in Grae’s length and girth encased in latex and lube.

  “You’re going to do what I tell you, Connor.”

  Yes, of course, the man had more experience when it came to these sexual escapades than he did, so it only made sense to follow the big guy’s lead.

  “Tell me you heard me.”

  “Yes, I heard you,” he told Grae.

  With a sharp nod of his head, Grae moved closer, the heat and hard length of Grae’s cock pressed against his crease. Just the feel of the other man against his skin made him want to push back, to invite his entry. But he waited. Grae knew what he was doing.

  The cool lube trickled over his anus and down the crease of his ass. Connor bit back a gasp, and he turned back to look at his wife lying beneath him. Her pupils were dilated as she watched his face, his expressions, her gaze sometimes flicking back to Grae.

  Fingers firmly distributed the lube in circles around his tight entrance, pressing gently, encouraging him to open, to accept Grae. Since using the anal plugs, the pressure and the stretch from Grae’s finger penetrating him didn’t feel as foreign. It felt good, and he wanted more. He was ready for more than a finger or two. He was ready to have the man take him completely.

  Grae eased two fingers in and out of him, adding lube, preparing him for what was coming next. “God, you’re still so tight,” he said, sounding tense.

  It wasn’t Grae asking him if he was ready. It was Paige. And when he answered her, he stared into her eyes as Grae pressed the head of his cock against him, opening him up. Connor suddenly wanted to surge back against him.

  Grae held his hips like a vise. “Don’t move. Let me,” was all that he said.

  Paige no longer looked at him but watched Grae. For a moment, Connor wished he could see Grae too. He could imagine the look of ecstasy the man wore as he pushed slowly into Connor’s tight canal.

  Once Grae pushed past the tight ring, Connor relaxed even more, the feeling of fullness overtaking him. Though, the man still had more length to go.

  When Grae was finally fully seated, he let out a sound.

  The guttural sound coming from the back of his throat made Connor even harder. The pressure against his prostate made him close his eyes. It was odd but amazing at the same time to have Grae a part of him.

  You couldn’t make any more of a connection with another person without having a part of them inside of you.

  His heart pounded in his chest, and he opened his eyes to look down at Paige.

  Her eyes were hooded, her cheeks flushed, and she had both nipples between her fingers as she twisted them. “I want you inside me now, baby,” she said to him.

  Oh, how he wanted that too.

  “Not yet,” Grae warned. His words sounded like they came from between clenched teeth.

  Grae slowly withdrew, but not completely. Then he moved forward again, just as slow.

  Connor had only got a glimpse of how good this would feel with the plug and now that Grae was inside him, he couldn’t believe the pleasure another man could give him. “Fuck me,” Connor encouraged him, wanting him to move faster.

  “I need…to go…slow.” Grae panted as he tried to speak. “Give it…a moment.”

  It was good to know the man had a weakness… something he could lose his tight control over. Anal sex must be his Kryptonite.

  Though Connor wanted to smile over his discovery, he couldn’t because Grae decided to pick up the pace. And none-so-gently either.

  Grae held Connor’s hips in place as he fucked him hard, skin slapping against skin.

  Connor cried out, his fingers digging into the sheets. The urge to come felt so strong, and Connor found that crazy. But he didn’t want to come. Not yet. He wanted to come while inside Paige. He tried to catch his breath to tell Grae, but he couldn’t. Each thrust of Grae’s hips made him grunt instead.

  After what seemed like an eternity, but, in reality, was only seconds, Grae slowed, letting his fingers relax along Connor’s hips. “Carefully lower your hips, Connor. Fuck your wife.”

  Grae held their connection as Connor lowered himself carefully between Paige’s thighs. She’d bent her knees and helped guide him inside her. And when he was surrounded by her wet heat, he almost lost it.

  It was just as he’d imagined. Her softness, his hardness. The urge to thrust into her became strong.

  “You control the movement, Connor.”

  Then suddenly what Grae said made sense.

  With every push and pull of Connor’s hips, he fucked Paige, while Grae fucked him. For once, Connor had all of the control. The harder he fucked his wife, the harder Grae fucked him.

  Until Connor’s head was spinning. He was on the edge of losing it.

  Paige squirmed underneath him, encouraging him to fuck her faster, harder. Her hips bucking against him. Her own fingers found her clit and circled it, pressed it, pushed it until finally, she surged against him, calling out.

  Her core rippled around him, squeezing and releasing his cock like a fist.

  Then like her, he shattered, his cock pulsing deep inside her, his most intense release ever.

  Above him, Grae grunted one last time before becoming still, his cock pulsing deep inside Connor.

  And with that, the three of them were finally one.

  Chapter 9

  Paige woke up in a tangle of legs, which was not surprising. But what was surprising was she hadn’t woken up in the middle. For the first time since Grae had moved in, he slept in between her and Connor.

  When she lifted her head, she almost expected to see them spooning. But they weren’t. Grae laid flat on his back, taking up most of the bed space. He tended to be a bed hog. And it wasn’t like the bed wasn’t big enough.

  When he’d moved in, they decided to put two queen mattresses together. However, it could still be a tight fit with Sir Hog-A-Bed-A-Lot.

  Before she could slide quietly from between the sheets to relieve her full bladder, a dark arm snaked around her and pulled her tight against him.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” His voice sounded rough from sleep and it sent a shiver down her spine.

  “To pee.”

  With a slight nod of his head, Grae released her. “Hurry back.”

  She did as she was told not because
she wasn’t going to do it anyway, she was actually still exhausted from last night’s activities and could use more sleep and cuddle time.

  When she crawled back under the covers, she hooked a thigh over Grae’s tree-trunk of a leg. She laid her head on his chest and let out a long, satisfied smile.

  “Happy?” His words rumbled through his chest to her ear.

  “Yes.”

  “Why?” he asked.

  An odd question and she wasn’t sure how to answer it. Analyzing her happiness wasn’t something she did first thing in the morning. But she truly did feel happy.

  Maybe the answer was as simple as the two men lying in the same bed as her. Maybe it was the ache between her legs from all the different ways they had gotten each other off last night. Maybe it was the thought that her husband finally got what he’d fantasized about for so long but had been too afraid to go after.

  Maybe.

  “I just am.” She peered up at his face. “How about you? Are you happy?”

  “Yes,” he answered.

  Short and to the point, not that she expected more, but she would ask anyway. “Why?”

  “I just am,” he echoed, a smile breaking the seriousness of his expression.

  She smiled back, tracing her fingers around his short, thick goatee. “You know, I hate facial hair.”

  He cocked an eyebrow. “Really?”

  She lifted shoulders slightly. “Yeah. Never liked it on guys. But it fits you.”

  He grabbed her fingers and brought them to his lips to brush a light kiss along their tips. “Does it?”

  “Hmm. You’re like the black version of Mr. Clean with your gold hoop earring and all.”

  He chuckled. “Mr. Clean doesn’t have a goatee.”

  “Meh. Maybe he should.”

  Connor stretched and yawned on the other side of Grae.

  Paige lifted her head slightly off of Grae’s chest to look at her husband. “How are you feeling this morning?”

  Connor frowned, skooched around a bit, then rolled to his side to look at them. His shaggy hair looked like a wild mess.

  Paige felt tempted to reach out and smooth it.

  “A bit sore.”