by KB Winters
“It sounds like you’re okay with it.” I heard the accusation in his tone and hell, I even understood it.
“I’m not okay with it, but I’ve spent the last few days trying to understand it.” I spent hours, eyes blurred from too much booze, reading on polyamorous relationships. I needed to understand how three otherwise normal people, could possibly be happy sharing a lover. It went against human nature as far as I was concerned, but for Ann, I needed to know.
“Why?”
“I don’t know, really. At first, I was just curious but the more I read about it, the more I learned and the more I wanted to know. Did you know that people do this, for real? Live in a home together, have children and all that? Three and more.”
“No shit?”
“No shit.”
After that we did more drinking than talking, and when the food arrived we moved to the dining room and stuffed our faces. And drank. And avoided the big blue-eyed elephant in the room between us for a long time.
“You’re considering it,” he said finally.
He was right, in a way. “First, I’m trying to understand it.” If I could understand it, I figured I could consider it. Maybe.
“Fuck. Now I have to consider it, you know?”
I laughed at his twisted logic.
“I’m serious. If I don’t at least try, you might get her in the end.” He bit into a spicy wing with more gusto than it required.
“I think the past week has proven that isn’t true. How many times did you call?”
He grinned. “Eight. She answered once to tell me to stop.”
“Me, too.”
Bryce reached for the whiskey, filled both glasses half way and pushed one toward me. “To finding the right woman, and seriously fucking considering the impossible.”
“Cheers.”
Chapter Sixteen
Ann
My body wriggled with desire, my sheets were damp with sweat, and in the twilight state I hovered in, I couldn’t tell what was fantasy and what was reality. All I knew was that Jasper and Bryce were both here, in bed with me. Bryce flashed that sexy, boyish smile, licking his lips as my gaze wandered over every inch of his magnificent body. His pecs were hard, the skin smooth and taut. His distinct abdominal muscles made me drool, but damn he was too close to get a glimpse of that gorgeous cock. He held it in his fist, pumping as his blue eyes seared into mine. Then he was there, right there, pushing me open with his thick cock, inch by excruciating inch, until he filled me completely. “Fuck, yes!” My back arched off the bed and my eyes closed for just a moment.
Then the bed dipped and they opened into a pair of smiling green eyes. “Jas.”
“Hey, babe. Miss me?”
I nodded, licking my lips as my gaze wandered over his lean, muscled body. He was a sight to behold with that sprinkling of golden blond hair that formed a delicious trail to his cock. Long and a perfect fit for my mouth, I groaned. “So much. Both of you.”
“I feel how much you miss me,” Bryce groaned as he slowly pulled away from me and slammed in, making my vision blur. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
“My toys just haven’t been cutting it.” Both men groaned and Jasper moved closer, his cock within licking distance. Stretching my neck, I swiped my tongue over his slit and his hips bucked. I sucked him in, wrapping my lips around his swollen head and letting my tongue do all the work.
“Annie, baby.”
“Mmm . . .?” I mumbled, the stretched out syllable vibrating down his length, making his muscles jump. Then I laughed and he cupped my face so tenderly, I closed my eyes and just felt every moment of this impossibly perfect night. The feel of both men, here with me, pressing into me, was everything I wanted.
“I’ve missed fucking this mouth,” Jasper groaned and kicked a leg over my chest, never leaving my mouth as he moved.
“And this sweet pussy,” Bryce groaned, flicking my clit as his hips moved slow and his cock slid deep.
In that moment, I thought I could die a happy woman as two strong men, fucked me like I was it for them. The feel of Bryce and Jasper, thrusting in and out of me, hands on my ass and my tits, put my senses on overload. Their deep grunts and the sound of skin smacking against skin, the only sounds in the room as my body overdosed on pleasure.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned long and deep when Bryce’s thumb began to work in frantic circles on my clit as his cock slid deep, faster and faster, pushing me closer toward orgasm.
“You hear that Bryce, she likes it. Give it to her. You want it, don’t you baby? Hard and fast and deep?”
I nodded, swallowing around his cock as his own hips moved faster and faster while his fingers held my nipples in a painful yet pleasurable grip. The sensation shot straight to my pussy as he slid deeper, grunting and groaning, my body jumping from the force of them both thrusting into me. I’d never felt so sexy, so powerful. So desired.
So fucking beautiful.
My body was an erotic storm of sensations I couldn’t describe, I could only experience them along with the intense pleasure washing over me as my orgasm hit, mere seconds before Bryce and then Jasper fell over the edge with me. I felt both men as hot liquid flooded my body, warmed every inch of me, as I took it all.
When Jasper broke free I sucked in several deep breaths, my body still trembling with pleasure as he slid beside me and lashed his tongue across my nipple. Back and forth he flicked his tongue, the peak so hard it hurt but I was pretty sure I’d die if he stopped. “Jas,” I groaned, letting out a disappointed cry when Bryce too, left my body.
Bryce lay beside me on the other side, giving my unoccupied breast the same treatment Jasper did and my back arched of its own volition, thrusting me further into those glorious mouths. “Come on, sweetness, I know you got another one for me.” He smiled down at me, that smile surely would have melted my panties off if I’d had any on.
He was right too, dammit. I did have another orgasm slowly making its way to the surface. Jasper’s fingers slid over my clit in quick, rough circles as one of Bryce’s thick fingers slid in deep and that was all it took to set me off in another explosive orgasm. My body shook and vibrated under their hands and mouths and they didn’t stop. I couldn’t take it anymore, I couldn’t feel anything but the fiery electricity that ran up and down my skin. It was so much pleasure, so much emotion. So much . . .
“Good morning Seattle, I’m your host DJ—”
“Son of a fucking bitch!” I reached my hand out and smacked the fucking old school clock radio Tasha had convinced me was “so retro it was cool again” so hard it flew off the nightstand. I gave it an unrepentant look and fell back on the bed, chest heaving and skin slick with sweat from some of the hottest fucking I’d ever done.
And it was a goddamn dream. A really hot dream, but still, just a dream.
Still my hand went to my tingling lips and I swore I could feel Jasper there. I could still feel four hands skimming over my body. My skin was still electrified, even later in the shower and as I dressed for the day.
The dream stayed with me because it was the second hottest night of my life. Because it had been so real, not just the hard bodies coming together inside of me, but also the endearments. Babe. Sweetness. It all felt so real. So connected.
I couldn’t still hope . . . could I?
What good would it do to hope for the impossible?
I knew the answer instantly. None. It would do no good at all.
***
Christmas was exactly four days away and something strange was going on. I woke up early, thanks to another steamy dream featuring my two favorite men, and decided to hit the gym for some pre-holiday meals exercise. Afterwards I stopped for coffee and a sugary treat, where I ran into Jasper, looking hot and athletic in his own workout gear. “Hey Jas,” I’d managed to stammer out through my surprise.
He flashed his sexy as sin smile and I had to lock my knees.
“Hey, Ann. You look ravishing.”
Yes, please. I grin
ned and gave him a long, appreciative look. “Right back at you, Jasper.” He seemed happy with my answer. Mostly.
“I miss you.”
“I miss you too.” I stepped forward and placed my order, preparing myself to turn and see him again. I nearly ran into him when he stepped forward and added his order to my own. “Maybe.”
He barked out a laugh that surprised him. “I’m buying,” he said and smacked a bill on the counter.
“I was so worried,” I told him and rolled my eyes.
His expression turned deadly serious. “Do you dream about me? Because I dream about you. About us. About all three of us.”
I shivered at his words, but did that mean what I thought it did? “I, uhm . . .” Shit, why couldn’t I respond?
The barista called our order and we picked them up. “Dream of me, Ann,” he whispered in my ear and brushed a kiss along my jaw before he left the coffee shop. I stood stunned for a long minute before I sugared up my coffee and made my way home.
With Jasper on my mind. I couldn’t tell if he was serious, but the way he left so quickly told me he was playing games.
***
I was determined not to have a sad bastard Christmas full of Chinese takeout and lukewarm beer, so I ran to the grocery store to pick up some supplies and ran into Bryce.
Great.
He lifted a ten-pound turkey from my hands and exchanged it for a twelve pounder. “It’ll stay juicier longer and the only thing better than Thanksgiving leftovers, is Christmas leftovers.”
“Thanks, Bryce.” My voice sounded breathless even to me, but his knowing grin told me he’d heard it as well. But I didn’t care. Bryce was hot and sweet, and he was irresistible to someone like me who spent all day dealing with hot jerks who wouldn’t know sweet if it kicked them in the nuts. “You look good.”
“You look beautiful as always, Ann.” He peeked into my cart and frowned.
“What?”
“I don’t see any ingredients for pecan pie in there.”
It was my turn to frown. “Who said I was making pecan pie?”
He shrugged. “Good point. I do love pecan pie, though.” He leaned in and kissed me right at the corner of my mouth, and I sucked in a needy gasp of air. “I’ve missed you.” With another soft kiss, he turned and walked away.
Fuck.
Me.
I stood there by the organic free-range turkeys that cost more than I should spend on a solo Christmas dinner, watching the finest ass in the west walk away from me. It was hard to think that running into either of them was a coincidence, but I did a good job of trying as I finished up my shopping—including ingredients for pecan pie. By the time I made it to my car, I couldn’t deny the feeling that they were up to something.
Only I didn’t know what.
Jasper had made a telling comment, but Bryce had not. And if the answer was yes, wouldn’t they both just show up at my door, naked and hard and ready to do this? This targeted attack felt like . . . a game.
And that just pissed me off.
I was mad. And I stayed mad as I put away my groceries. Then I pulled out a cutting board and a big ass knife and began to chop. Onions. Celery. Carrots. Garlic. Bell peppers. I put together a menu as I chopped because I needed to channel that anger somewhere. And I did. Into a mini feast, prepped and ready to go for Christmas day.
Then I paused and made a martini. A dirty one.
And then another. That lead to me abandoning the kitchen in favor of a mani-pedi session. I had planned to go to the spa before the Christmas ball but half-tipsy and half pissed, it seemed like a good idea.
Half way through my manicure, my anger left and I wondered why the need for games. It was obvious they wanted something. Based on all the calls this week, I’d say it was me. But I wanted something too and if they could play games, so could I.
Suddenly I was no longer pissed. I was refreshed. Invigorated. And it had nothing to do with the massage the lady was giving me.
Nope.
If two could play that game . . .
So could three.
Chapter Seventeen
Bryce
“Maybe she changed her mind.” I glanced at the door of the over-decorated ballroom for the hundredth time since we showed up. An hour ago. Ann still hadn’t arrived.
“She didn’t change her mind.”
Jasper was always so sure about everything. That’s probably why he was so successful, but I didn’t buy it. “How do you know?”
“A sassy-mouthed birdie told me.” He leaned against the bar, legs crossed at the ankle with a smug smile on his face. “Trust me. Have a drink, man. You need to relax.”
Relax. That was a laugh. How in the hell was I supposed to relax when tonight could change my life? “I am relaxed.”
Jasper laughed and clapped me on the back. “Okay then, how about relax a little more?” He pushed a drink into my hand and I took a long gulp. “That’s better. Now, let’s mingle. I think I saw your police chief here somewhere.”
I grinned because he was right, and this night could give me the edge I need to move up at the SFD. “All right. I’m off.”
“Good luck.”
“Yeah, thanks.” I could blend into these fancy parties when I had to, because Jasper was forever inviting me to these things. At first, I thought it was because he felt sorry for me, which would have pissed me off if it wasn’t so out of character for him. Then I realized he was giving me a chance to connect with the upper brass outside of work. Like the brother I always wanted. Now I felt comfortable enough to stop and chat with people I might not otherwise rub elbows with.
And that made me think of Ann. Again. She and Jasper acted like they were born to do this, schmooze easily and with a smile. I always felt out of place at these things. But I did a good job of faking it. I charmed the wives and talked shop and sports with all the chiefs and the newest lieutenant at the firehouse. I wore a smile and paid attention, saying the right things at the right times. But my mind wasn’t even in the game because I was too aware that Ann hadn’t arrived yet.
Ten minutes later, I felt that awareness, the shiver of electricity that shot up my spine whenever she was around. I excused myself from the conversation and scanned the ballroom, starting at the stage and over by the back tables. Around the dance floor and silent auction items before I spotted a shimmer of curves and hips wrapped in silver and I just knew. It was Ann. From this distance I couldn’t tell if the dress had been painted on or if it was a trick of the light, but she looked as pretty as ever. Well, aside from how she looked when she was coming apart around my dick.
I cut through the crowd quickly, eager to get closer. “Ann.”
She sucked in a breath as she looked up into my face, her lips perked into a grin, and she let her gaze wander my body. “Bryce, you look good. Really good.”
“And you take my breath away.” A pretty blush stole over her skin, painting her cleavage, her long beautiful neck and her cheeks, pink. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“No, but you can walk with me to the bar.” She wrapped her arm through mine and settled her hand on my bicep, giving it a little squeeze. “How have you been?”
“Miserable without you.” I hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, but instead of being offended, she just laughed.
“Just know that you aren’t suffering alone.”
“Doesn’t really make me feel any better. But seeing you in this dress, that makes me feel all kinds of good.” I couldn’t resist touching her smooth skin, tracing a finger along the slope of her neck and down her shoulder. “I just want to taste you. Just a taste.”
She let out a sexy little gasp and my dick twitched. I stepped closer and leaned into her. “Gin martini. Chilled,” she stammered out to the bartender behind her. “Don’t tempt me, Bryce.”
“But I live to tempt you.” This time I did press into her, letting her feel just how affected I was by her.
“And I live to be tempted.” She grinned, tipping t
he waiter as she picked up her drink and wrapped plump lips around the rim of the glass.
“Then finish that drink so I can tempt you out on the dance floor.”
Her gaze never left mine as she tipped the glass and slowly drank it all. Every. Last. Drop. “Do your worst, handsome.”
Sweeter words had never been spoken. I wrapped my hand around hers and pulled her to the dance floor, holding her close as the music changed to something bluesy and sexy. Feeling her curves pressed up against me had my body hard and aching from the beginning, but the sweet look in her eyes as she stared up at me had a bigger impact. “I read that Thom Hollander novel you recommended. Incredible.”
Big blue eyes flashed with delight. “Were you surprised by the twist at the end?”
I didn’t know how to answer in these situations, so I went with the truth. “Not really, I knew it was the uncle after that scene in the meadow full of tulips.” I hated discussing books with women because they were often surprised a dumb jock firefighter could understand anything. But Ann wasn’t like that.
Her eyes rounded in shock. “Oh wow, you’re right! I totally didn’t see that. Oh well. It was better to be surprised, it made more of an impact.”
And that right there was why I loved her. I wasn’t even surprised, not really. My reaction to her walking out on me was a pretty big clue, but the misery in the past week without her confirmed it. “You’re probably right.”
“Well I didn’t watch any actual football games, but I did watch an hourlong YouTube video on the greatest touchdowns of 2017.”
“You did not.”
Her eyes gleamed as I led her around the floor, never letting her stray too far from me. “I did too. It was pretty cool, the athleticism and the footwork. Those pants aren’t half bad either.”
I laughed. “Nothing escapes those keen eyes.”
She tossed her head back and laughed and I wanted, more than anything, to scrape my tongue along the column of her neck. Instead, I dipped her low over my forearm as the song ended, and pressed my lips against the pulse racing at the base of her throat. “You’re almost as good on the dance floor as you are in bed.”