Finally, he’d had to give in to it, knowing that this was where he wanted to be, in this house, with this woman. And to accept that his friends wanted the same thing, two good men whom he loved. That he had the choice of sharing her with them, so they could all win, or not—and they would all lose, surely.
When he’d stood there long enough to accept that it was all right, looking at J.J. with Indy, knowing Sig was downstairs and in love with this woman, the woman Ty might love, too, he saw that J.J.’s eyes were open.
Just by a little, J.J. lifted the hand he had on Indy’s shoulder. Tyler went to the bed, put his knee down beside her, and took her into his arms. She rolled her head onto his shoulder, her eyes opening only enough to see whose shoulder it was, and snuggled in.
He carried her to his bed and laid her down there, then went back to close the door on Jage. He spotted Sig’s dress boots on the floor, so he picked them up, tossed them down the stairs, and went to his woman. He closed that door behind him, too.
There was a pretty Tiffany lamp at her desk, and he’d left that on so, when he looked down at her, he was seeing her lovely body in soft light. She looked up at him, one hand above her head and the other resting below her waist on that tight, smooth skin of hers.
“We’re gonna have to get a better bed in here. Bigger.”
She smiled, like maybe she hadn’t expected a lot of romance from him. “Okay.”
“I want this, but I don’t have to be entirely happy about it.”
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Understood.”
“And don’t think I’m taking it easy on you tonight, just because you’ve been with those other two.”
The witch had a little smirk in her eyes. She slid her hand down a bit, her pinkie almost touching her clit. “Got it.”
What a hell of a woman. He almost grinned, but he really had to let her know who was boss. He unfastened the only two buttons he’d done up and let his cock out. Letting her watch, insisting on it, in fact, he stroked himself. He looked her over, a good look at her pussy until he was sure she’d be wet, and then her tits. Like his gaze was as good as his touch, her nipples tightened.
Fucking hell of a woman.
“Roll over. On your knees.”
He’d left the bed’s two pillows stacked next to her, and she got the message. She turned to her knees, gathered the pillows under her chest, and went down on them. Pretty as you please, she left her ass in the air for him.
Ty grabbed the supplies from his back pocket and lost the jeans. He crawled up behind her and palmed her ass, using his thumbs to stretch her open. Every part of her open. He put two fingers into her cunt and fucked her with them, finding her just as wet as he expected and making her moan.
He wasn’t using any finesse at all, and she was hot.
He fucking loved her.
He cracked open the lube, put it right into her anus, and shot her full of it. Her moan was a little edgy this time, and he liked that he’d almost gotten her to break. Silently, without touching her, he covered himself with a condom and then placed the tip of his cock right at that tight, virgin ring. He pried just a little way into her, until she shuddered.
“What do you think?” he asked, pretty sure her answer wasn’t going to matter either way.
“I think you’d better not have used that tube of lube on anyone else,” she said.
“Fuckin’ sass.” He put his hands on her hips, securing her. “You’re gonna regret that.”
“We’ll see.”
She no sooner had the words out than he shoved into her. Not gently, not a little at a time like he should have, knowing as he did this was her first time for anal.
All the way, to the base of his cock where he flared out a little again, to where his tight balls rubbed up against her cunt.
“Tyler!”
Her voice had a little edge of fear in it and, maybe, pain. Her breath was whooshing in and out, and he knew he was an idiot. But it wasn’t all his fault, was it? She’d sassed.
“Come up.” He wouldn’t apologize, dammit. “Come up here so I can touch you.”
She tried lifting, he could see she did, but that only brought her down harder on his cock. “I don’t think I can.”
“I’ll help,” he said, and, with one hand at her shoulder and the other under her breasts, he lifted her, causing her to whimper only a little bit more. She had her knees splayed around his, and he was all the way the fuck inside her. She was lucky he wasn’t blasting into her right that minute.
“I got ya, baby.” He held her until she settled a little, her breath not quite so skittish. She dropped her head back onto his shoulder eventually. He said, “Mouth,” and, when she turned to him, he kissed her. Hungrily, but a bit more gently than he would have expected, given that he was buried crazily in her ass.
He moved his hands on her then, palming her great tits and teasing the nipples like he already knew she liked, and then sending one hand down to her clit. It took a little time, but he finally got her on board, her breaths more excited than plaintive now. He kept at it until she flexed a little and remembered what she had up her ass.
“It’s okay, baby,” he told her. “It’s good. Keep going.”
She tried it, crazy woman that she was. She moved tentatively at first, experimentally, but she was fucking riding his cock with her ass.
“Good girl. Good girl,” he murmured, trying not to get too worked up himself. But he couldn’t help it. She was moaning in pleasure now and acting like she was happy. Like she needed more. “Go forward,” he told her, and gave her a hand.
She went back to the pillows, leaving her ass in the air for him. “Take over for me here,” he said, moving the fingers of her right hand to her clit. “I’m gonna need my hands.”
She might have objected if he’d made it a request, and so he hadn’t. “Come on,” he urged when he sensed she was reluctant. “Touch yourself. You’re gonna have to make yourself come.”
But after a while it wasn’t necessary, because just holding her ass and fucking her wasn’t enough in the end. Oh, it was good, and he spent some long, happy minutes at it. He started gently enough, letting her get used to it, easing the way a bit. And she was game, diddling herself a little and learning how to accept him.
He needed her with him though, needed more. So, by the time his orgasm was threatening, by the time he was clenching his teeth against it and pounding her pretty hard, he’d taken her down. He laid her flat out on the bed and put all his weight on her. He worked his fingers under her, getting hold of a nipple with one hand and her clit with the other. Then, each time he banged into her, hard, deep, and fast now, her best parts chafed against his hold. And it was working for her just like it was working for him.
Like a freaking Neanderthal, he fucked her, his head about to blow, his growls rising in volume and need. “More!” he howled, like he wasn’t getting it anyway, like she wasn’t letting him take whatever he wanted. “More, goddammit!”
She was moaning and kind of screeching, but he thought it was in a good way. For sure, he made her come—he was certain of it, because her body quaked, convulsing, and her throat let out harsh, feral sounds for long seconds before he exploded. “Oh, God,” he said, helplessly shuddering, spurting into her, not the least certain his condom had stood up to that wild fuck.
He’d probably need NASA technology heat shields to have any confidence about that.
Chapter Ten
Indy was pretty sure everyone in the house knew what had happened to her when, after several minutes of slowly settling breaths, Tyler pulled out of her. He swore as he peeled the condom off. Or maybe just the ravages of it, because, while she’d never been ass-fucked before, she was pretty sure she’d felt his cum, felt the slight cool—cool only in comparison to the hot friction he’d generated inside her—of it ease his last fucks into her. That, and his curses, made her suspicious.
He continued to swear and mutter as he picked her up in that way he
had, like her weight was nothing more than a sack of groceries to him, and carried her downstairs. “I’m only doing this because he’s leaving in the morning,” he said as he turned with her toward the guest room.
“Don’t expect it to happen again,” he was saying as he put her into bed with Sig.
And then she was all the way sure there were no secrets about what Ty had done to her, when Sig took her firmly into his arms like he’d been waiting for her, and his cock was huge and hard and hopeful between them.
Neither of them spoke when Ty turned and left the room. Sig held her, his arms warm, and made no effort to hide his erection from her. But no effort to do anything about it either, God bless him.
She figured that was out of sympathy. Or respect, maybe.
After a while, when his cock was settling down, he stroked his fingers through her hair and kissed her gently. “Good night, sweetheart,” he said.
She was already almost too gone to hear him.
And was surprised, later, to wake to sunshine filling the room and the smell of coffee from the kitchen. She snuggled into the warm bed for a few minutes, considering the turn her life had taken, then got up and took a quick shower in the guest bath. Not quite willing to go upstairs and knock on her own bedroom door, she found Sig’s dress shirt on a chair. She peeked in the closet and knew he’d left it for her, because his fancy suit was neatly hung. His travel bag was open, but he’d already packed it.
She tucked into the shirt, rolled up the sleeves, and tiptoed into the kitchen.
Sig was there, his gaze waiting for hers like he’d been aware of her every movement, like he enjoyed the way she looked in his shirt. He was freshly showered, too, his hair still damp and, for once unbraided, falling down his shoulders. He wore jeans and his pretty blue sweater. And it looked like he knew how to cook, as he shut down the heat on what appeared to be a gigantic omelet.
He smiled at her. “You’re going to need more eggs.”
She smiled back and, at the welcome she could see in his eyes, she went to him. She put her arms up, and he lifted her, taking her up his body with an arm at her waist and the other under her hips. He rocked with her, humming out a happy breath. After long, content moments, he set her down.
“How are you?” he asked, his eyes searching hers.
“I’m fine,” she told him.
“I’ll kill Tyler for you, if you want.”
She laughed, though she wasn’t entirely sure he was joking. “Not necessary.”
“Might feel good, anyway.” He held her head in his big hands and kissed her. “Consider it a standing offer.”
“All right,” she replied. He smiled again, and she was sure they were okay.
He nodded and turned, making a coffee for her and serving up two plates, using up about half of the omelet. Indy poured glasses of orange juice. They sat at the little breakfast nook that faced east, so glimmers of sun blasted off the snow and lit up the space.
“Ty and Jage are both still upstairs,” he told her after they’d eaten in silence for a few minutes. “You don’t have to let them stay here, but they probably will unless you give them the boot. We’ve checked out of the Four Seasons. Our reservation was up.”
“Do you know what their plans are for this week?” She knew that, even with their season over, their work would have demands on them. Professional ball at their level was a full-time job.
Sig shrugged. “None of us have any real commitments that I know of. J.J. typically spends some time with his folks at the end of the season. Ty and I usually go for a little while, too. For a few weeks, we can be pretty flexible.”
Indy nodded.
“By which I mean to say,” Sig went on, watching her, “I’d like to come back when I’ve got a rehab plan worked out. I don’t think it will take long.”
“I’d be happy for you to come back,” she said. “Very happy.”
“Any of us?” he asked. “All of us? Here? In your place, I mean?”
She nodded again. “Yeah. I guess.”
“I know you have work, too. I don’t mean to be disrespecting that.”
“Good,” she said. “We can work things out.”
His blue eyes were sharp, careful. “I suppose it’s too soon to talk about building on here.”
She grinned, knowing there was at least a little tease in his words. “Yes. Too soon.”
Then she had to wonder, because he didn’t smile back. “Later, then,” he said, letting his inner Viking show just a little.
He mostly kept his eyes on her when he stood and took his dishes to the sink, hooking one crutch with his armpit. He came back to her and pulled her into his arms for a hug. “I’ll miss you,” he said. “Don’t let Ty and J.J. take advantage. And—” he kissed her, sweet and long, “—don’t forget about me.”
“I won’t.” It was surprising and a little scary how much she didn’t want to let him go.
Apparently, he had the same thought. “You could come with me.”
She might have been tempted, but two other men were asleep in her house, and, sometime, she would have to face that music. “No,” she said with her fingers brushing his cheek. “You’ll be busy. Go. Get yourself fixed.”
He lifted a brow, and she smiled.
“Your knee, I mean.”
* * * *
After Sigge had gone, Indy still wasn’t quite brave enough to go upstairs. She’d left her laptop in her office, but she couldn’t see herself tiptoeing in there to fetch it. And her clothes were all in her own room, and, ditto, on that. So writing wasn’t an option and neither was exercise or a workout, since she was still dressed in nothing but Sig’s shirt. Resigned, she wrapped up in her chenille throw and curled up on the couch, planning to do a little plot work in her head for her current manuscript.
And then she slept. Soundly enough that, when she woke, sunlight was streaming in from the south windows. J.J. was across from her, feet up on an ottoman, working on a tablet. But he seemed to know she’d wakened and turned his gaze to her. He set the tablet down, got up, and walked over.
He was dressed in well-fitting designer jeans and a long-sleeved, silk tee. He looked stylish and gorgeous as always. And, like the big, muscled guy he was, he picked her up, turned around, and sat back with her in his arms.
“Hey,” he said. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine. Where’s Tyler?”
“He went into town to workout. I didn’t want to leave you alone.” He kissed her gently, and she thought about how, just a week ago, she’d been nothing but alone. “It kind of looked like we wore you out last night,” he went on, those lovely, brown eyes soft on hers.
“It was, uh…memorable.”
“This was my idea.”
“‘This’…?”
“The three of us…sharing you.”
That surprised her a little. She’d learned that, of the three of them—or, even, of the four of them—he’d grown up in the most normal family orientation. “Why?”
“Because I could see that Sig had really fallen for you. That Ty was going to dig in and not let go.” He looked at her, his gaze sweet. He turned them and settled in so they were lying along the couch together, his arm under her head. “And I wanted my own chance with you. I didn’t think I was going to get it otherwise.”
Indy sighed. He was beautiful, so bright and talented and sweet. She couldn’t imagine that any woman wouldn’t want him. It was true of all three of them. “I don’t get it,” she said. “Really. All of you—you could have anyone. Why would you…?”
“Share?”
She nodded.
“Well,” he said, “we share a lot.” He smiled at her. “My family. Ty’s truck. Our love for football. And, apparently, what we want in a woman.”
Indy pondered that, and she realized it led to a worrisome question. “Have you done this before?”
He stayed silent for a long moment, and she wondered if she’d get an answer.
Then he spoke. “Once,”
he said. “One somewhat drunken night. It wasn’t like this.”
“But you all…” He looked at her when she stuttered to a stop. “Together?”
“Yeah. All of us. Together.”
“And that’s what you want now?”
“No, Indy,” he said. He cupped her head, his big hand warm and gentle, and turned her toward him. “This is not about a gangbang.”
“You really think…?”
He nodded, apparently guessing the words she couldn’t quite say. “I think we’re all going to love you. Maybe we already do.”
“Doesn’t that seem crazy to you?”
J.J. smiled. “Yeah. A bit. Seems that suits us.”
She chewed on her lip, not able to let that one thing go. “But you wouldn’t mind a…?”
“A gangbang?” He kissed her…resoundingly. “Yeah. I don’t think we’d mind it.”
“Are you guys…bi?”
He laughed this time, a pure, happy sound. “Nah. And it’s probably better you don’t let Ty hear you ask that. You’ve already gotten Sig dropping new words on us. Maybe we should leave it at that.”
“I told Sig I’d researched it.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I took a little peek through your search history.” He shrugged when she lifted a brow. “Just trying to keep up.”
Indy took a breath and accepted it. Her life was no longer entirely her own, and she wasn’t going to start complaining about it. “It’s interesting, isn’t it? That there are others…”
“Well,” J.J. replied, “I don’t think we’ll be going to conventions or anything.”
She smiled, imagining her three guys with name tags. Hello. My name is J.J. and I’m polyfidelitous.
He looked at her, a twinkle in his eyes like he could see the quirky way her mind worked. With a touch of his lips to hers, he sobered. “I’ll have to tell my parents. It’s not something I could keep from them.”
Indy nodded somberly, aware of how many lives were involved in this decision. Of how many negative labels could be applied to a woman who loved three men. “How will they take it?”
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