by Rylon, Jayne
Dedication
For Eleanor Lees, the undisputed queen of that’s what he/she said jokes. I especially love it when you do it to yourself (that’s what she said!). You crack me up.
Chapter One
“My hands are full, stick it in my mouth.” Devon wrapped her lips around the stem of the lavender rose Kate wagged in her direction.
Kayla sing-songed, “That’s what he said.”
Devon choked. She met her friend’s gaze in the mirror, then burst out laughing. It was even funnier because her joke held a kernel of truth. When their husbands and the rest of the crew got together for one of their steamy sessions, the logistics of five guys going at it made for some interesting challenges.
Somehow she managed not to drop the pretty prop clasped between her teeth. The laces on the corset Morgan had been tightening around Devon’s slim ribcage slipped in the aftermath of their raucous exhalations.
“Shit, sorry,” she mumbled around the flower, hoping it had no thorns. Then she forced herself to calm down. An extended sigh deflated her torso. She yanked taut the panels of the garment she attempted to squeeze into, less certain than ever about this foray into femininity.
Being girly was not her strength.
Morgan seized the opportunity to cinch the black satin. Embedded with boning, it hugged Devon tight. A few flicks of Morgan’s fingers left the long tails of a bow dancing over the swells of Devon’s ass. She’d seen postage stamps bigger than the matching thong they’d bought to complete her ensemble. It didn’t protect the skin bared between her skimpy undies and the top of her fishnets from the brush of the soft laces.
“Damn, you’re smoking hot.” Morgan surveyed her handiwork before nodding.
Devon angled her torso sideways to the mirror, cupped her breasts, then plucked the rose out of her mouth. “It’s magic. It makes even me look stacked.”
“Because it squishes your already tiny waist down to the size of my pinky.” Kayla pouted. “I hate you.”
Ever the practical one, Kate marched over. She slipped her hand around the edge of the bustier. “Are you sure you can breathe okay? How does it feel?”
Devon twisted from side to side, testing the bounds of her hindered flexibility. “A little uncomfortable, but nothing I can’t handle. Sort of a nice pressure once you get used to it.”
“That’s what he said,” Morgan chimed in this time.
Another round of giggles bled some of the nervousness from the gathering of scantily clad girlfriends who milled about in Kate’s living-room-turned-studio.
Relief relaxed Devon enough that she blurted, “Okay, so, don’t laugh. I know we’ve seen each other naked more often than with clothes on. We’ve gone wild and crazy during not one but three bachelorette parties scandalous enough to require a Vegas-esque pact of silence. And I can’t count the number of nights we’ve spent watching each other or our guys get fucked senseless. But suddenly this seems a little… I don’t know.”
“Intimate?” Kate supplied.
“Yeah.” Devon gnawed her lip. Sometimes it sucked being the youngest, least experienced, of the bunch. She was the newest too, though it’d been almost a year since they’d adopted her as the runt of their tightknit group. Their family-by-choice was comprised of a five-man construction crew and their four female lovers. “Am I the only one who’s sweating?”
“No.” Morgan plopped onto the padded bench Mike had painstakingly restored for Kate, who had fallen in love with the previously half-rotted carcass at a garage sale. Devon smiled, recalling how they’d struggled to jam the thing in Kate’s tiny hybrid sedan. In the end, she’d had to ride to Kate and Mike’s place on Kayla’s lap while their treasure occupied the other half of the backseat. They’d laughed the whole way.
The furniture fit in the renovated house Kate had inherited as if it had been designed specifically for the nook by the stairs. Devon considered her niche in the crew and could relate.
Morgan’s sudden drop to the tufted-fabric seat fluffed out the frilly edges of the microskirt on her naughty peek-a-boo nighty. She wafted cool air across her artfully painted face with a vintage hand fan. Sultry and sleek, she could have come straight out of a girly magazine or maybe the classiest of Amsterdam’s famous red-lit windows.
“Let’s jump right in and do this.” Devon rolled her eyes when Kate opened her mouth to interject. “I know. That’s what he said. Seriously though, if we don’t get a move on, we’ll be more nervous than a roofer in an electrical storm. Next thing we know, Kate will have chewed a hole in her lip and my hair will wilt like week-old lettuce. I can’t believe you were able to fluff it so damn high to begin with. Anyway, that’s not going to be a good look for our boudoir photos. Our pictures will suck and our husbands will leave us and we’ll all die old and lonely.”
“If they’re hideous, we’ll figure something else out,” Kate shushed her.
“We’re running out of time to come up with an alternate Valentine’s Day present.” Devon paced. “It has to be perfect for them.”
“Stop before you hyperventilate, munchkin. This only feels weird because we let our guys maintain their illusion of control.” Kayla hugged Devon. Warmth seeped into her from her friend’s embrace. It settled her like a shot of steamed milk before bed or the afterglow of a really good orgasm. “With them gone, things are out of sorts. I miss them too, you know.”
“Stupid ice-fishing trip.” A lonely long weekend hadn’t sounded so awful when the guys had first proposed it. The sparkle in their eyes at the thought of three whole days filled with beer, trash talk and freezing their nuts off had guaranteed that none of the women objected. “Why couldn’t Joe’s Uncle Tom have brought his gang to Kayla’s resort instead of luring our crew to the middle of nowhere? What if they get attacked by a herd of psychotic moose? Or sucked into a vat of maple syrup? Neil has a massive sweet tooth. I could see him leaning over for a taste and tumbling right in.”
“Um.” Kay looked like she’d bitten into a lemon. “All those crazy cousins are more than my retreat can handle. They’re so feral they make our husbands look tame by comparison. No thanks. Canada is barely far enough away. It’s only one more night. We’ll survive. And so will the crew. I’m pretty sure.”
Devon sighed. “Do you know how many spooky noises our pipes make at two o’clock in the morning? I’ve never noticed that before. It got so bad last night I stayed up until dawn trying to fix some of the loose joints in our ductwork. Granted, HVAC isn’t my specialty. That’s more of Joe’s thing. But I swear, I’m usually pretty terrific with my hands. Not today. I sucked big time.”
“That’s what he said.” Kayla winked.
Devon smacked her forehead with the heel of her hand.
“There aren’t any monsters under your bed or in your freaking H-whatever. You’ve just never listened hard enough before. Probably because you’re moaning too loud to hear the creaks and pops or knocked unconscious by a zillion big Os in a row.” Morgan wiggled her eyebrows.
“Good point. But that’s not my fault. You know how it goes. Everyone has to have a turn. And then sometimes I have seconds. Or fifths. Or seventeeths. I mean, sex with James and Neil is the best-tasting, calorie-free dessert of all time.” Devon pouted. Spoiled? For sure. She liked it that way. “How can I resist the temptation of two fine men in my bed? And once I’m snuggled between them, the rest of the world melts away.”
“They make it easy to surrender. All of our guys do. They have a knack for affection—giving and getting. It’s part of who they are. Maybe it’s time to sprinkle a little girl power in the mix.” Kate’s lips angled up in a wry smile. She propped her hand on her hip. Manicured fingers splayed over t
he delicate ivory lace of her cat suit. Skintight and translucent, it covered every inch of her yet left nothing to the imagination.
A pair of nude platform heels added to her stature. They made her legs seem longer than the fifteen-foot extension ladder the crew used for painting exteriors. The wife of the crew’s foreman could have doubled for a pinup girl given the lustrous fall of her loose, wide curls.
“What did you have in mind?” Kayla slung her arm over Kate’s shoulder and bumped her hip into their friend’s. The flattering lines of Kay’s ruched, purple merrywidow complimented the troublemaker glint in her eye and the assortment of body art escaping the limited cover-up provided by her lingerie. Wicked black leather boots rose above her knees, completing her alternative ensemble.
“Well, let’s see how sexy we can make these pictures, shall we?” Kate winked. “I figure it won’t take much to have the crew eating out of our hands. They’ll be our extra-horny hostages. Then maybe we can draw up a list of our demands.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Devon stalked to the tripod standing in the center of Kate’s living room, which they’d cleared of furniture other than a cameo-backed occasional chair and mounds of cushions they intended to use as props. They’d also strategically crumpled a creamy silk sheet before hanging it as their backdrop.
She aimed the digital SLR camera at the top of the mountain of pillows they’d arranged earlier. While she fiddled with the focus, her best friends entered the frame one by one. Lots of natural light from the late-afternoon sunshine flooded the space, making the women practically glow. Or maybe their flushes were a side-effect of envisioning what would happen when their guys got a hold of the final product of today’s session.
The photography classes Devon had taken at the local community college would pay off a thousand times over.
“Okay, I have the settings where I want them. But if we’d like to review the images as we take them with the remote, we’ll have to rely on my laptop. I tried to connect it before. The video cable wouldn’t work although I swear it’s the right one. I’ll give it another shot. If that doesn’t do the trick, we’ll have to wing it. Where’s Dave and his geeky tendencies when you need them?”
Before she’d finished mumbling, her friends began shouting out suggestions in the tried-and-true fashion of onlookers providing impromptu tech support. Devon ignored them. She fiddled with the connections while the bombshell peanut gallery peppered her with advice.
“Nothing’s happening. Push the wire in deeper. Make sure the connection is tight.” Morgan surrendered a mini-snicker.
“Maybe you’re aiming for the wrong hole?” Kate asked with faux innocence.
“Take it out, then put it back in again.” Kayla joined the fray. “Give it a tug and wiggle.”
“Damn it. Let me concentrate.” Devon bit her lip to avoid granting them satisfaction by cracking up. Had they forgotten she was supposed to be the juvenile one of the bunch?
She focused on the stubborn cable. The slightly misshapen prong looked like it might have been stepped on. Probably by someone wearing steel-toed construction boots if she had to guess. Crap, this had to work or they would be shooting blind. No way would they be able to arrange a second session without their guys getting suspicious.
She changed the angle of her laptop for better access, then shoved hard enough to void her warranty.
“Good idea. Sometimes it’s easier to slide it in from the rear.” Morgan hid her smile behind her hand.
The cable locked into place.
“I knew I could work it in if I was patient. Or barring that, if I rammed it in. Whatever works to open that bitch up.” Devon laughed as deeply as she could, given the snug fit of her corset. “All right already, I surrender. That’s what he said.”
The other three women clapped. Morgan chortled until she snorted. Of course that set off another round of giggles. By the time they’d recovered, their cheeks were flushed and their eyes were bright.
Devon hustled to join the gathering. She tipped onto her side in the foreground, propping her cheek on one hand. With the other buried beneath a silk pillow, she depressed the remote shutter release. Several frames were captured in rapid succession.
Oohs and aahs rained around her as the women caught sight of themselves on the laptop screen. Their reactions led to some unusable shots dotted with awkward expressions.
They took the visual feedback and adjusted their poses, displaying themselves to the best advantage in their naughty lingerie. Kate leaned over the chair-back, thrusting her pert ass into the air. Morgan and Kayla stood back to back. Each bent one leg to display their shapely thighs. Devon tipped onto her tummy for a few cheeky shots, her stilettos kicking in the air as she touched one fingertip to her pursed lips. Then she curled up at the other women’s feet, shifting the splay of her legs until she threatened to expose herself to her friends, their lovers and anyone else who went digging around on her memory card.
“Yeah, I think they’d like some raunchier ones too.” Kate switched her stare to each of them in turn. “Don’t you?”
“Yes.” Kayla knelt on the cushion Devon had used to prop herself up. “Come here.”
Devon obeyed automatically.
Kay wrapped her hand around Devon’s nape, squeezed gently, then guided her close. Close enough to kiss if she’d wanted to. Instead, she paused a hairsbreadth away and let the camera immortalize the moment of anticipation.
Sweet strawberry lip gloss tempted Devon’s tongue to peek out and steal a taste from Kayla’s mouth. She held the urge in check. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d kissed. But it didn’t feel right to indulge without Neil, James and Dave there to enjoy the moment.
From what she could see of the next few shots—a couple of which involved Kate spanking Devon playfully while the others cheered her on—the guys would cherish their gift almost as much as they did their new wives.
In her case, their committed life partner.
Devon let her smirk linger for a few more frames before tipping forward and eliminating the chasm between her and Kayla. Too bad Morgan’s excited cry startled them apart a few instants later.
“That’s the one, right there.” She did a little fist pump. “It’s perfect. We all looked hot. I think that’s a wrap. Agree?”
“Yeah, this thing is starting to itch and there’s no Mike waiting upstairs to rip it off me.” Kate frowned.
Devon didn’t meet Kayla’s gaze as she popped to her feet, practically racing to the camera and laptop stations. She disconnected the equipment, packing each component into a neat bundle before dropping it into her carrying case.
When she pivoted, she realized the other three ladies had wandered off to change and gather their belongings. Kayla returned just as Devon tucked the last of the supplies away.
“Dev—”
“I’d better try to wrestle this corset off before it gets too late. You know I’m not a fan of driving in the dark.” Truth was, the frisson zipping up her spine had more to do with the questions in Kayla’s gaze than her nightmares of hitting a deer or breaking down in an unfamiliar neighborhood.
Damn her guys for leaving her alone for three whole days. Her system had grown accustomed to regular relief. The lack of orgasms must have been turning her brain to mush and making her senses go haywire, as though she were in endorphin withdrawal. Hell, she probably was.
As Devon prepared to make her escape, a hand landed lightly on her forearm. She glanced over her shoulder. Directly into Kayla’s eyes.
“If you’d rather not be alone, you’re welcome to stay at my place tonight.” She smiled with enough warmth to soothe the goose bumps rising on Devon’s skin. “You’re always welcome.”
A reflexive refusal hovered on the tip of her tongue.
Kayla’s fingers trembled where they touched.
Devon reconsidered in a flash. It hadn’t been an easy offer. They had too much at stake to fuck things up. Who was she to reject Kayla? Especially when Dev wanted
to accept the invitation more than she craved the pink leather tool belt she’d spotted at Chicks Construct?
“Thank you.” She smiled. “It’s been a long time since I had a slumber party.”
“Oh, damn. That’s a great idea. Why didn’t we think of it before?” Morgan rejoined them, Kate trailing a handful of steps behind. “We could rent a bunch of movies, do each other’s hair, whip up a batch of skinny margaritas, compare notes on our guys…”
“This might be a private party.” Kate tried to rein Morgan in.
Kayla looked to her three friends. She shrugged at Devon.
“Since when is anything between us a secret?” Devon grinned. “The more the merrier and all that jazz.”
“Yes! I think we should watch Dirty Dancing first.” Morgan started a list while Kate ran upstairs to pack an overnight bag. “Then Breakfast Club, and maybe a slasher flick.”
“No, no.” Devon shook her head vigorously. “I don’t do scary shit.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll be there to protect you.” Kayla smiled.
“God only knows what kind of Bigfoot lives in your woods, or maybe a creepy lake monster. No point in tempting fate.” Devon crossed her arms over her chest.
“I think it might be too late for that.” Kayla met her stare. Then she grabbed for one of Devon’s bags and slung it crossbody. “Almost ready?”
“I think so. Let me change first.” A wicked grin escaped before she could think better of it. “Unless you’d like me to ride naked to your house. No sense in putting clothes on only to take them off again when we get there.”
“Just because it’s a naturist retreat doesn’t mean you have to…”
“I know. But I’ve kind of gotten used to it.” Devon shrugged. “It is pretty cold out today, though. I think I should at least wear my overcoat.”
Kayla choked as Devon sauntered off, adding an extra swing to her step. She wished her men had been there to witness the exchange and maybe give her the push she needed to see what could evolve if they let it.