by Dace Everan
Kyle laughed, holding her close, flipping her around, and pulling up her shirt. She screamed out, pushing at him. He laughed out, holding her close. She struggled and eventually he pulled her up, holding her legs around his waist and leaning back against the counter, giving Alisha total exposure to Jar.
Jariko’s hand was heavy, and Kyle felt the repercussions of the first slap as he banged into the counter. Alisha moaned out, lifting her ass. Jar delivered another and then another.
Kyle stood shocked as the sharp slaps filled the room followed by her deep moans. “Fuck,” he uttered in awe. Alisha was a masochist! A real-life wanted-and-enjoyed-pain masochist. His eyes fell on Jariko. Jariko actually struck a woman’s ass and hard. Holy shit. His lover was a sadist? Confusion filled him. Jariko had smacked him a few times, but nothing like what he’d just delivered to Alisha. Had he not been providing Jariko his needs over the years? He furrowed his brow. Not even going to think about that. He’d been providing Jariko his needs. His needs in a male lover. Alisha’s role was to fill in the other parts of Jariko’s desires. His heart lightened and a grin covered his face.
Jariko relaxed, a grin marring his face at the sight of her flaming ass. “There, sufficient I think,” he hummed, rounding them and checking on the food. He turned off the eggs, grabbed up the butter knife, buttered the toast, and glanced back at Kyle and Alisha. He smirked at the sight. Alisha all limp in Kyle’s arms a look of utter desire on Kyle’s handsome face. He prepared the plates and set them at the table.
“Come on, noodle girl, you have to eat something,” he crooned after minutes of sitting. He pushed her plate to her. She snuggled closer to Kyle, her eyes closed and a content look on her face.
Kyle grinned. Shit, this felt so right.
Jar dug in and watched out of the corner of his eye as Kyle picked at his food, offering Alisha a kiss after every bite. Shit, it all felt so normal, like it was supposed to be like this, the three of them together in this content state. He sighed and stretched when his plate was empty. “Come here, Alisha. Let Ky eat his food,” he ordered.
She ambled onto his lap and slumped there. “My ass hurts,” she mumbled.
“Well are you going to spank my naked ass again?” he asked, running his hand down her hair.
She shook her head no and then smiled. “Yes,” she answered honestly.
Jariko chuckled. Leave it to Alisha never to lie to him. It was one of the things he loved about her. The way her body did one thing but her mind was all truth. He kissed her on the temple. “You should eat,” he coaxed, repositioning her so she faced the table but was still snuggled in his embrace.
Alisha sighed at the sight of the neatly set plate. Her tummy grumbled in protest at all her extracurricular activities this morning. Yes indeed she should eat. She was sure she would need a little more of these two after breaky.
Kyle and Jariko watched her as she devoured the plate of food then gulped back her orange juice. After minutes she settled back in Jariko’s lap and sighed hand on her tummy. “That was yummy…thank you,” she purred.
Kyle grinned, everything she did was sexy.
Alisha yawned and stretched on Jariko’s lap. “’Kay…we need to call Harley back and find out what’s up,” she voiced, glancing up at him. The chill that ran through him echoed throughout the room. She shivered and froze. Oh he wasn’t ready for the realities of life. Surely he knew to expect that she would still have the job in the back of her mind.
Kyle chuckled. “Come on, Jariko, relax. Not like she’s up and leaving us at this exact moment,” he drawled.
Alisha looked at Kyle then at Jariko. “All I asked was about work, man! You know we have to return to reality,” she uttered, straightening out.
Jariko pulled her close. He’d reacted before thinking. It was a habit of his that he did. He rubbed his thumb along her wrist, nodding. “You’re right.” He glanced at Kyle. “No one’s heard anything on Logan in a few weeks,” he murmured. Worry was on all their shoulders. That was a team member MIA.
Kyle fell back into his chair. “That’s not cool.”
Alisha shook her head. “No it’s not. I’m kinda worried. It’s not like Logan to go silent so long.”
Jariko grunted. She was right. Their happy comrade never missed a call. For him to miss three was not a good sign. He passed Alisha back to Kyle.
Alisha grinned, snuggling into Kyle’s lap. Yup, a girl could get used to this being passed from one handsome devil to the next. She watched as Jariko paced the living room. The cell phone to his ear, a disgruntled look on his face. His gaze landed on her and he growled more than he talked.
She played with Kyle’s hands to keep herself busy, taking special note to the erection pressing to her bottom. The man was insatiable. “You always this rearing to go when he gets home?” she asked in a whispered hush.
Kyle chuckled, cupping her breasts in his hand. “Yeah…although the little pretty he brought with him is revving it into double time.”
Alisha giggled, turning in his lap. “Is it normal to want it this much?” She was at a loss. She didn’t even want to get dressed. She wanted to strip her shirt off and sit in his lap in her naked glory. Have his thick dick in her, warming her and filling her to overflowing.
Kyle stiffened. Shit, he would be a beast to take her again. Her body had to be sore. There was no way. His jaw fell open as she pulled her top over her head and let it fall to the floor.
Alisha giggled, doing as she wanted. She straddled him and lifted her shirt over her head and let it fall to the floor. The look on Kyle’s face was so worth it.
“Fuck,” he uttered, hands coming to rest on her hips. His thumbs swiped over her taut belly.
She leaned forward, dragging her nipples over his chest and sighing.
Jariko watched as Alisha tantalized Kyle. He grinned, chuckling at the look of shock on his lover’s face. The way he was hesitant to touch her. But fuck, the tip of his dick poking out of his pants told Jariko he was totally a willing participant. He strolled over, dragging his fingers along the length of her back, sending her arching into Kyle. He listened as Roark rattled off a bunch of information on what was discovered with the clones they’d taken into care as well as the ones he and Alisha had apprehended.
He cocked his head and watched as Kyle took her mouth in a hungry kiss. It was the hottest thing he’d seen in well, less than an hour. Their tongues tangled, stroking each other’s.
“Jariko…! Fuck, are you listening to me!” Roark’s deep voice yelled into the phone.
“Yeah.” He requoted the last few sentences and pinched Alisha’s nipple. She cried out and the phone line went silent. He grinned. Oops.
Alisha groaned out, and Roark’s laughter could be heard through the phone. “Are you fucking kidding me, man!” he bellowed out in laughter, yelling something at Harley in the back ground on his end of the line. She responded with an annoyed “About fucking time!”
Jariko chuckled. “Are we headed to Canada?” he asked, rubbing his palm over Alisha’s ass, causing her to gasp.
“I can’t fucking believe you’re fucking Alisha and talking to me! Talk about multitasking,” he uttered.
Jariko laughed. “I’m not fucking her.” He glanced between the two on the chair in front of him. “Although if she moves just a bit, she and Kyle should be well on their way,” he drawled.
Alisha growled, an outraged look on her face. Whoa! Need to focus and remember that was her commander on the phone and Jariko the ass was telling Roark exactly what she was doing. Not cool! How dare he do that without first consulting her! Err, screw consulting her, it was just wrong for him to tell Roark that she was near fucking Kyle!
Kyle burst out in laughter as she reared around and smacked Jariko’s chest.
“Fuck you, Jariko! I can’t believe you just said that,” she uttered, hopping off Kyle. She grabbed up her shirt and stomped from the room. How could Jariko do that? Her insides cringed. He had just let Roark know she was out here
fucking him and Kyle! Oh God, she knew she always joked about her and Jariko but now it wasn’t going to be her doing the joking it would be the whole team and to take two men to boot. Oh fuck’s sake, the shit they would say to her.
“Well shit…Gotta go, Roark, are we going or did you get a hold of Logan?”
“You’re good, although we want all of you up here in a few weeks to regroup,” he ordered.
Jariko grunted. “Okay, call back with the specifics.”
Roark chuckled. “Awe, do you have a little kitten to deal with?” he teased.
Jariko refused to comment, answering him with the click of the end button.
Kyle shook his head. “Jariko…so bad man, you totally humiliated her in front of her people,” he chastised.
Jariko sighed, slipping his cell into his knapsack. “Thought she could take a little ribbing,” he admitted. Fuck, he’d been as caught up in the entire scene before him he’d forgotten he was talking to one of the head honchos.
Kyle started on the table glancing at him. “You go talk and apologise,” he ordered.
Jariko grunted, already headed toward the bedroom.
She was buried under the blankets, growling to herself. He burrowed under, crawling over her hugging her close. “I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have said that and been so crude.” He kissed her naked shoulder and tried to look at her. Her hair tumbled in a chaotic array around her face and hid her away.
He tightened his grip on her. “I was so caught up in you and Kyle it…I…No excuse will make up for what I did.” He fell silent.
Alisha scrunched up her nose. She was pissed. How could she look her colleagues in the eye again with them knowing she was here fucking him and Kyle? God, did they know about Kyle? She hadn’t known about Kyle. “Do Roark and Harley know about you and Kyle?” she asked. Was Jariko going to hide all of this? Oh God, she wasn’t sure what was worse. Everyone knowing or no one knowing.
Jariko slumped, pinning her to the bed with his weight. “Getting hard to breath under here, babe.”
Alisha grunted. “So…answer the question,” she demanded. No one knowing was worse. She needed people to know Jariko was hers and she was his and Kyle was, oh God. They all belonged to each other!
Jariko kissed her shoulder, nipping it before answering. “Roark knows. He was at the bar with me that night. Had caught Kyle on his knees in the alley.” He sighed, lifting his weight off her. “He’s not told anyone for the obvious reason.”
Alisha flipped around, settling on her back and brushing her tangle of hair off her face. “So only he knows?” She could deal with that. It was only one person right. And Roark was pretty cool about shit and being discreet. And he didn’t tend to judge people either. Oh Jesus, back to that stupid thought of no one knowing again. Make up your mind, Al!
Jariko kissed the tip of her nose. “Fuck, you were so hot all naked on Kyle,” he hummed. “I’m figuring Harley knows as well. Roark won’t keep secrets from her.”
Alisha cupped his face. Did this make her look bad? Would they judge her for sharing herself with two men? “How will, does, this work Jariko?” she asked. She needed to know where she belonged here. It felt so right being with both him and Kyle, but was that what Jariko wanted. Was he truly okay with her hopping on Kyle whenever she wanted?
Jariko looked at her. She looked scared. He flung the blanket off and fixed his gaze back on her. “Me, you, and Kyle?” he asked.
She nodded. “Am I intruding? Are you two exclusive? I heard you don’t come between two gay men. It won’t ever work. They just want a fling and then they’ll dump you.” She blurted it all out without thought.
“Ah, Alisha…” He shook his head. He glanced back toward the door. “Kyle!” He bellowed his loves name and a few seconds later, Kyle appeared, wiping his hands dry with a tea towel.
“What’s up?” He came to a stop at the serious look in his lover’s eyes. Uh-oh, this didn’t look good.
Chapter Nine
Jariko looked back at Alisha. “Would you ever leave, Alisha?” he asked, his gaze glued to Alisha’s. He needed her to know neither of them had any intention of ever leaving her or losing her. He knew where his heart lay and he was pretty damn sure he knew where Kyle’s lay.
Kyle snorted. “Not on my life,” he declared without thought.
Jariko nodded. “Neither would I,” he declared, kissing her cheek. “Would you ever make her feel like she was coming between us?” Not that he needed to ask. He knew the answer to that one already but Alisha needed to hear Kyle’s answer. Needed the assurance that both of them wanted her here, wanted her.
“Hell no!” He strolled to the bed, tossing the towel and crawling on. He scooted to the head of the bed, lifting her torso and laying her in his lap. “What on earth would give you the idea that you were coming between us and that we would push you away! You’re the…” He fell silent. There were no words to explain how she made him feel. How fucking utterly irresistible she was. How she made his heart pound a beat faster. How she made him feel absolutely totally in a complete relationship now. How she completed him and Jariko.
Jariko took over. “Woman, you are what makes us whole,” he uttered.
The passion in Jariko’s voice shocked her. She had never thought of herself as making any one whole. She looked up at Kyle. The look of passion there made her heart thump rapidly. She nearly burst out in giggles at the elation pouring through her. Her lips twitched to grin in a smug response, but she calmed her beating heart. She was pretty sure these two couldn’t handle her girlish response right this moment. Both of them wanted her. Not just their words convinced her but the passion-filled looks of desire on their faces backed up any doubts she had.
“Woman, if I could I would lock you up and keep you here and make Jariko tell everyone that you got lost in the wilds and shit, we would never let you go,” he declared in a desperate voice. Oh God, please don’t let her leave them.
Alisha giggled then. “That’s just silly, I would never get lost in the wilds. I was raised there, dork.”
Kyle grinned. She was a wild baby? Would she go hunting with him in the fall? Would she go wander naked in the backyard with him and Jariko? Go down to the river and dip in with them? His heart thumped in anticipation.
Alisha reached up, touching his cheek. “I go when Jariko goes…what, do you do?” It had never occurred to her that he did anything. Looking at him now, she wanted to know everything about him. She wanted to know this man inside and out, just as she wanted to know all of Jariko.
Kyle smiled. “I hang out here.” He shrugged.
Jariko snorted. “Don’t be modest, Kyle,” he uttered, grinding his hips against Alisha’s. He was sure she would love and have pride in Kyle when she found out what he did.
Alisha whimpered at the thrust against her. Her breath catching.
Kyle smiled. “I work at a club in the city,” he admitted.
Alisha frowned, inhaling a concentrated breath. If Jariko kept on stroking her the way he was, she was not going to remember any of this conversation. “A club, what do you—wait, bartender?” she asked, rocking her hips against Jariko’s. Oh goodness it was too much. She couldn’t help herself. The feel of his silken dick gliding through her juices. Mmmm, she wanted more of this.
“No, I dance,” he shared, his mouth nipping hers.
Alisha went motionless, holding his face away from hers. “You dance?” Did he mean he taught dance classes? Wait, no he worked in a club. Ooh, no. He couldn’t be a stripper.
He chuckled. “Strip,” he clarified. Although teaching a few classes on the weeknights was looking a little appealing as of late. The leering girls and touching and dry humping was getting a little old for him. He had looked into some street dancing classes that needed an instructor. Good way to keep youth off the streets.
Alisha looked at Jariko, heart thumping. “Serious?” Oh fuck yes, a stripper! What were the chances of that? Would he dance for her?
Jariko chuckled, n
ipping her nipple. “Yes. He’s very good.”
Alisha shivered. “I’ve never been to one of those clubs,” she whispered and she really wanted to go.
Kyle grinned. “Tonight I have a few dances I have to do,” he shared, nipping her earlobe.
“And you have to drive all the way back out here?” she uttered.
Kyle grinned. “It’s our home,” he declared like it was no issue.
Alisha furrowed her brow. “Would…Is this serious?” she uttered. Holy shit! It all settled on her right then and there, pinning her to the bed like a dead weight. She wanted to be here with them. Sell her home in the city and come be here with Jariko and Kyle. Holy shit! She had always said she would never give up her loft in the city for anything! Now here she was ready to move and forget her life and be here with these two men.
Kyle chuckled, taking her mouth in a passionate kiss.
Jariko took over, molding her body to his. “Very serious,” he whispered. “Not ever letting go of you, Alisha. Ours,” he declared gruffly.
Alisha looked at him. “But…I do have a home of my own,” she uttered, which she would be more than willing to get rid of at this moment. She blinked her eyes. Return to earth, girl! You worked hard for that place. For the life you have.
Jariko nodded. “We’ll go there.” He hummed, sucking on her neck.
She smiled. “You don’t want me to get rid of it?” Her heart raced.
Jariko snorted. “Hell no! We can go watch Kyle dance. Then mosey on over to your place, and have our way with him.” He purred, lowering and suckling at her breast.
Alisha moaned, arching her back and causing her pussy to rub over his hard dick. She would not lose her home but she would gain a new one stocked full of males. She hesitated and both men stopped their assault of her.
“What?” Jariko asked.
She looked at him with wide eyes. “You would have to keep me! You have no choice. How the hell is a girl supposed to go from this to…?” She couldn’t even say it. The thought of being with one man made her turn cold. It felt so wrong.