by Wane, BJ
She complied, looking into the dark depths of Trevor’s gaze before she caught sight of his hand wrapped around his jutting cock. With his other hand, he reached up to cup one breast, his eyes remaining on hers, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth as Troy latched onto her hips from behind.
“Ask and you shall receive.” Troy filled her pussy with one smooth thrust, working his sheathed cock past the tightness caused by the butt plug without pausing. Paige gasped, pushing her butt back against his groin, relishing the invasion, the fullness, the dichotomy of riotous sensations whipping through her body.
She couldn’t look away from Trevor as his brother fucked her with ruthless intent, driving her to the brink of orgasm with only a few deep plunging, jackhammer invasions. Troy’s tight grip on her hips both frustrated and thrilled her when she struggled to join in on the age-old dance of grinding pelvises, but didn’t keep her from tightening around his pistoning cock.
“That’s it,” he rasped as he scraped his teeth down her arched neck. “Squeeze me, Paige, nice and tight. Fuck. Just like that,” he groaned when she clamped her muscles around him again.
Trevor released her breast, coasted down to her pussy and rooted out her clit to press the inflamed bud against his brother’s driving cock. The tight, abrasive rubs tumbled her headlong over the precipice and into blissful release, her exalted, shaken cry keening in the open air.
Blinking her eyes open, Paige’s vision blurred as Troy pulled from her still quivering vagina, rasping over swollen tissues on his retreat and drawing even more full body shudders. She glanced down in time to see Trevor’s condom-covered cock pressing between her puffy pussy lips, couldn’t look away when they folded around his cockhead as he entered her, hugging his shaft in a loving clutch. A whimper slid past her trembling lips with his slow penetration, filling her where she’d just welcomed his brother. God, that was such a freaking turn-on!
“Lean against me,” Troy insisted, pulling her butt onto his hair-roughened thighs. His hands moved to the inside of her thighs and pushed them out until she straddled his thick quads, making more room for Trevor to settle between them.
“Hang on, sugar, time for round two.” Trevor thrust with a guttural moan then set up a steady rhythm meant to drive her insane with resuming lust. His hands clutched her thighs, holding tight as he drove into her over and over, discharging shock waves of unbelievable pleasure so intense they darkened her vision and fogged her brain.
Paige writhed between them, her body undulating with the rough fucking, her arms jerking in the restraints and her breathing growing labored as she rode out the storm of pleasure they had unleashed upon her. The bunched muscles of their legs contracted against her softer thighs and buttocks; their heavy breathing warmed her neck; and their busy hands seemed to be everywhere at once, plucking on her nipples, caressing up and down her quaking limbs and quivering stomach.
By the time she came down from the euphoric high and could think straight again, Troy was lowering her into the swirling soothing water of the hot tub, the two of them stepping in and settling at her sides in a comforting show of caring she tried—and failed—not to let affect her heart.
Chapter 15
“What’s up, bro?” Trevor entered Troy’s office Monday morning and took a seat in front of his cluttered desk. They hadn’t spoken since returning to their condos after dropping Paige off at her place Saturday night. For Trevor, fucking Paige after enjoying the way she fit in with everyone at Jackson’s wedding had sealed his intention to pursue whatever this was between them. Now, the only question left was if his brother felt the same.
Troy waved his hand over the files scattered in front of him. “I’ve been going over the timeline of our guy’s assaults, and the clubs he’s hit up. I’ve been checking deeper into the newest members of each club, have gotten a few eyewitness sightings of all of them after each assault, which means the odds of this asshole returning to the scene of his crime is high. But none of the victims have gone back to the clubs since their attack.”
“You can’t blame them there. What are you thinking?” Trevor could always tell when Troy was mulling over a possible scenario.
“I’m wondering what he’d do if he returned to a club and discovered his victim hadn’t been cowed enough to stay away. I spoke with Damien, and each new male who joined Sanctuary in the last year has been a regular member since, none of them skipping more than a weekend or two without making an appearance.”
Trevor pondered what he was saying then narrowed his eyes in speculation. “You’re thinking of sending Penny back to Sanctuary as bait. Damien will never go for it, and neither will Paige.”
“But Penny might,” Troy returned, nonplussed.
Penny wasn’t as independent or feisty as Paige, but Trevor had seen the need for closure reflected in her haunted eyes. “Even if she was, Damien still wouldn’t allow it.” Taking a chance at pushing his brother, he asked bluntly, “Would you, if it was Paige?”
Troy’s gut tightened, as if someone had landed a sucker punch. Trevor never did play fair. “Honestly, I don’t know. You want to pursue this with her, don’t you?”
“Yes, I’ve always been up front about that.” He crossed his arms and leaned back. “She’s proven she’s submissive, Troy.”
“There’s more involved here than that.” He pointed a finger at Trevor and then a thumb at himself. “You, me and her for a few ménage scenes is all good and well, but you’re talking a relationship, one that could lead to something we’ll find difficult to walk away from. What then? Polygamy is against the law, the laws you and I swore to uphold and defend.”
Trevor tightened his jaw. “Some things, or in this case, some people, are worth crossing lines for. But you’re jumping ahead. There’s nothing that says we can’t enjoy a three-person relationship for as long as we want, or live with whomever we want.”
Troy’s sigh revealed the frustration they were both feeling. “We’d be opening ourselves up for more heartache. Losing Mom and Dad was hard enough.”
Standing, Trevor clasped his hands behind him and paced the compact office, his gaze landing on the last family photo taken of him and Troy with their parents before the accident. It sat next to a framed picture of him, his brother and Ray when the two of them had been in college. Turning to face Troy again, who sat watching him with a calm expression and fire in his eyes, he fisted his hands on his hips and stated, “You were willing to take the risk with Ray.”
Troy swore long and hard. There were times he wished he and Trevor didn’t know each other so well. “You really want to give a relationship a try?”
“Are you ready to end it with her?” Trevor countered, the simple inquiry hitting Troy in the chest.
“No.” Some things, he guessed, were inevitable. Like attractive redheads with cute sayings and a temper who possessed the ability to knock down over twenty years’ worth of defenses by just coming apart in their arms. “But we run it by Ray first. I won’t keep secrets from him.”
“Understood and agreed. Are you honestly considering approaching Penny and Damien about your idea?”
“Yes. Let’s go visit Ray this evening, and on our way back, we can stop at Damien’s place. I don’t want to put off either visit.”
Trevor grinned. “Are you more afraid of Ray or Damien?”
“I’m not saying, but you’d be wise to tread carefully with both,” he warned.
“You always want to trample on my fun.”
Trevor tried to keep from showing Troy how thrilled he was over his brother’s willingness to pursue a relationship with Paige. She’d drawn his attention and interest from the moment he’d seen her standing behind Mel’s bar and heard her utter one of those ridiculous sayings of hers. His sexual preferences had kept him from pursuing her as she hadn’t given off any submissive vibes. The instant, fist-clenching rage that had ripped through him when he’d heard Detective Evans putting her down had been the eye-opening catalyst that prodded him to co
nsider there might be something more he shouldn’t pass up. She’d sealed the deal for him when she didn’t shy away from the way they’d caged her between them on the dance floor of Sanctuary that first night.
Now that Troy was on board with moving forward, Trevor looked forward to exploring the possibilities of where the three of them could take their relationship. As he pulled in front of Ray’s duplex in the golf course retirement complex their guardian had been enjoying for the past five years, he prayed Ray would give them his blessing. They both cared too much for the man who had refused to give up on two orphaned, out-of-control boys to risk putting a wedge between them, even if it meant ending whatever was between them and Paige before they could see how far it could go.
“I bet he’s already out back at the grill,” Troy commented as he opened his door.
Trevor took an appreciative sniff as they strolled up the walk. “I can smell barbeque from here. He spent all that time teaching us how to cook and now he refuses to let us pitch in when we come for dinner.”
“Maybe he’s afraid his lessons didn’t stick as much as whatever dish we might bring would.” Dry humor laced Troy’s voice and the quick look he slanted Trevor’s way.
“There is that.” Opening the front door, he called out, “Ray!”
“Out back!”
“I was right.” Troy led the way through the living room, the display of every award and trophy the two of them had earned in high school and college giving Trevor the usual warm rush. Their guardian had insisted they bring everything of sentimental value from their parents’ home to his, making room for each item without complaint. Decades’ worth of family photos, both dated and recent, hung on the walls, a tribute to the family they used to have and to the one formed from tragedy. Entering the kitchen, they waved through the screened door.
Tall and on the lean side, Ray Huggins remained in robust shape twenty-three years after he’d scraped them off the streets. Trevor had just turned fifteen, with Troy only a year younger, but the forty-three-year-old detective had never appeared put out over taking them into his bachelor home.
“Grab a beer and join me out here,” Ray called out when he spotted them. “It’s too nice to eat inside.”
“Here.” Trevor tossed a bottled brew from the refrigerator to Troy and then followed him out the slider onto the covered patio. The small yard backed onto the ninth hole. Retiring on a golf course was something Ray had planned for years, and they’d both been happy for him when he’d made the move.
“So,” Ray said as he placed a plate with grilled fish and potatoes in front of each of them at the table. “What’s new with you two?” Grabbing his plate, he settled on a chair and eyed them over a forkful of sea trout he’d caught himself on his last fishing trip to the canal.
Trevor flicked Troy a look, as if to say, ‘what a great opening,’ but he refused to take the bait. “I have several homicides sitting on my desk, waiting for the perps to walk in and confess. In other words, nothing new.” He bit into the juicy fish, shifting his eyes away from Roy’s sharply assessing, green-eyed stare.
Ray grunted. “Murder never takes a holiday, does it? You put any of the bastards away this week?” he asked Trevor.
“Two. Easy cases. I don’t know why their attorneys bothered, considering what we had on them. Sick fucks, both of them.”
“I gotta say, I don’t miss dealing with the scum, but I relished the adrenaline rush of taking them down.” Ray changed the subject to talking about his recent fishing trip with a group of other retired cops, only one of several he got in every year. He had them chuckling along with him until they were halfway through their second beers. Cocking his head, he asked with his usual, point-blank bluntness, “What’s on your minds, boys?” Lifting his brew, he pointed the top toward each of them. “And don’t tell me nothing. I can read you two like a book.”
Troy looked at Trevor with one raised brow, remaining mute. I think I’ll let big brother break the ice on this one, he decided, taking the coward’s way out.
“Thanks a lot, bro,” Trevor mumbled in an aside whisper that earned him a glare from Ray. “Right now, it’s too new to say it’s ‘something,’” he finger-quoted the word, “but we’ve been seeing this woman…” He stopped there, the small smirk lifting Ray’s mouth catching him off guard.
“We’ve?” Ray asked, his mild tone revealing nothing.
“Yes, we’re both… seeing her. And she’s been okay with it, so far,” Troy added.
Ray paused for dramatic effect before he spoke in a slow drawl, “You two do remember I made it my business to learn everything about you years ago, don’t you? What makes you think I stopped when you turned eighteen?”
“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” Troy cast Trevor an uneasy glance but he shrugged, not understanding either what Ray meant.
“I believe your interest in… let’s call it alternative sex began when you were in college. One more thing you have in common with the gang you’ve stayed friends with since that summer camp. Did I ever tell you how proud I am of those relationships? All good men, and worthy of your loyalty and friendship for this long.”
Troy continued to scowl, but Trevor’s half grin mimicked Ray’s. “You don’t have a problem with it?”
Leaning back in his chair, Ray pushed his plate aside and regarded them both with a steady, solemn gaze. “Your parents raised you boys right long before I came along. I trust you to treat a woman with the respect she deserves. Other than that, what the three of you agree upon regarding your relationship is your business. Can I ask why you are telling me about this one girl when you’ve never mentioned anyone before?”
Trevor thought about it, but all he could come up with was, “It feels right this time.” He shrugged with a rueful grin. “That’s all I’ve got. How about you, Troy?”
“He browbeat me into giving this a try,” Troy returned, deadpan.
“Your brother has never succeeded at browbeating you into anything, but not for lack of trying. Look, guys. I say if you think she’s worth risking backlash with your peers at work, then go for it. If not, don’t jeopardize your careers for a fling.” Ray picked up his plate and stood. “Just so you know, any woman you bring into my home will be welcome. Now, come do the dishes before you leave.”
“That went well,” Trevor stated as he rose.
Troy nodded. “Now all we have to do is pursue Paige without risking our jobs.”
* * *
“So, what do you think?” Nervous butterflies danced in Paige’s abdomen as she took a long drink of her double chocolate shake, waiting for Penny’s response to her business plans. She’d eaten the whipped cream off the top on her way over to Damien’s house. Just a few weeks ago, discontent had her pondering moving on from her housecleaning business, finding something new that would get her out of the ennui plaguing her. After adding three more houses, all in wealthy neighborhoods, to her waiting list this past weekend, she’s decided last night to take her sister up on her offer to help her establish a full-fledged business, starting with hiring a few employees. Before that, she’d spent the afternoon at the emergency animal clinic with Teacup, the small poodle pup she was dog-sitting. The poor thing couldn’t stop barfing all over the house, which had sent Paige into a full-blown panic. For such a little dog, the amount of bile that had come up had been alarming and ended up with a four-hour ordeal of IV fluids and medications to settle her stomach.
But Paige’s work issues hadn’t been enough to keep her mind off two certain brothers and the emotions they’d pulled from her on Saturday. After Troy and Trevor had insisted on coming inside and making sure she would be all right alone, she’d spent a restless night wondering where that left her. Then each had called her Sunday, chatted for several minutes and then said goodbye without a hint about where, if anywhere, the three of them would go from here. She’d woken tired and out of sorts this morning and spent the day laboring at two of her largest homes while daydreaming over the mind-boggli
ng euphoria of being fucked by two men she couldn’t seem to get out of her system. By the time she arrived home and turned Teacup back over to her owner, she’d needed her sister in the worst way, and not just for her future business plans.
“I think it’s a great idea, but you already know that.” Penny picked up her own shake while pushing the spreadsheet of her to-do list across the table to Paige. “I agree you should start small, maybe hire a crew of three who can work together and get four houses a day done. Train them as fast as possible to avoid losing anyone on your waiting list. You especially don’t want to risk missing out on contracting with these larger homes. Those you can charge a substantial amount more for—and get it. You’ll still need to do several places a week, at least for a few months until you’re big enough to where you can work office hours out of the house.”
“That’s my goal, for now, anyway.” Paige waved an airy hand and tried to cover her edginess with a light quip. “You know me. I don’t stick with anything long-term.”
“Are you still talking your job record or record with guys?” Leaning back in her chair, she poked Paige under the table with her foot. “Give. What happened this weekend? And be quick; Damien’s due home any time.”
Paige frowned. “I thought he was at work.”
“He is, but school let out for a half day so he’s had all afternoon to get caught up on papers. Now, quit stalling. I want details.”
She still couldn’t picture her sister’s hard-edged Dom as a high school science teacher, but she supposed the man had to work at something. “I fucked them, Penny, one right after the other,” Paige blurted, a shiver going through her just from saying it.
Leaning forward with wide eyes, Penny came close to drooling. “Please tell me you loved it. I’ll never forgive you if you say otherwise.”
The envious awe shining in her eyes thrilled Paige. Whoever thought she would be one kinky scene up on her sister? Unable to lie, she admitted the truth. “Oh, yeah, I loved it. That’s the problem.”