Three Ways to Wicked (13 page)

“Actually I do. But why should you be the only one who gets to prance around buck-ass naked?”

“Amen to that.”

Kay poured them both a serving of coffee before taking a delicate sip from her steaming mug and watching him intently while he tossed the potatoes into a skillet and seasoned them. “In case I didn’t tell you before, yesterday was—”

“Fucking incredible.”

She laughed softly. “Without question.”

“So you’re okay with everything?” He placed the lid on the skillet before sliding a glance her way. “I wasn’t sure how you’d react to me lovin’ up Gibb and you at the same time.”

Her cheeks flushing, she dropped her gaze. “Would you be disturbed if I told you it’s what made me come so hard?”

Her frank admission fired through his blood, making his cock throb at the hot, enticing memory of her tiny cunt muscles massaging the length of his shaft, literally milking the come out of him. “Fuck no. Why would that disturb me?”

“It probably would some people.”

He frowned. “Like who?” When she refused to answer, a niggle of suspicion wormed through him. “Sweetheart, are you talking about your ex?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Expelling a sigh, she combed her fingers through her mussed hair and tucked the strands behind her ear. “I don’t know why I brought it up. Here I told myself I’d stop worrying what others think, and I’ve already blown it.”

Abandoning his station at the stove, Ty pulled her in for a reassuring hug. “You don’t ever hafta worry what I think. Because when it comes to you, it’s all better than good.”

She squeezed his waist, happiness tinting her cheeks with a pink glow. “That’s really sweet. Thank you.”

“It’s the God’s honest truth.” Cuddling her closer, he rocked her gently in his arms. Soon enough, the tantalizing proximity of her sexy curves took their toll on his libido, and his cock thickened against her belly.

Her sniffly chuckle fell between them. “Something tells me you’re having a really good thought about me right now.”

“Fuck, you have no idea.”

She pulled back enough to reveal the interested gleam in her eyes. “Want to fill me in?”

“Hell yeah. Why do you think my damn cock is waving a happy salute?”

“I didn’t mean
that
kind of filling.” She tickled his belly, which did nothing to help with defeating the rising status of his hard-on. “I want the inside scoop on your pervy mind.”

“Why? Looking for X-rated material for your book?”

She flashed him a cheeky smile. “Maybe. If it’s hot enough.”

“Oh, it sure as shit is. But it might be too dirty.”

One blonde eyebrow arched. “Clearly you’ve never read my books.”

“No, but I’m fixing to rectify that now.”

Her contagious laugh tugged a grin from him. No doubt it was the dopiest one he’d yet worn. Damn, he had it fucking bad for this woman. Her
and
Gibb. The reminder of his complicated feelings making his gut clench, he averted his gaze and checked on the potatoes.

The scrape of a barstool announced that Kay had pulled up a seat to observe him work. “You still haven’t filled me in on this book-worthy dirty thought.”

He allowed his shoulders to relax. Sex talk he could cope with. Far less dangerous than confiding the hopes and yearnings in his heart. “All this food got me thinking of sandwiches.”

Her puzzled expression was almost too cute for words. For someone who wrote erotica, she really was innocent as hell. Well, not for long if she continued to hang out with him. “You know, me and Gibb fucking you at the same time.”

Her confusion cleared with a double eye blink. “Oh.
That
kind of a sandwich. For some reason I was picturing a meatball sub, and for the life of me couldn’t figure out what was dirty about it.”

He snickered. “Give me a moment and I’ll think of something.”

“I’m sure you will.” Kay nibbled her bottom lip, her gaze turning troubled. “I have a confession to make. I’m not a huge fan of anal sex. I tried it once and thought it hurt too much.” She twitched her nose. “Maybe it would have been better if he was smaller.”

“Unless you got ass fucked by Long Dong Kong, I doubt his size was the true issue.”

Kay grimaced. “Please tell me that’s not an actual porn star name.”

“If not, it should be.” Leaning his hip against the edge of the island, he crossed his arms over his chest and studied her. “Did he use enough lube? And not just on his cock. Your ass should have been properly prepped too.”

Her embarrassed gaze drifted to the stovetop. “I can’t believe we’re talking about ass prepping while you’re fixing breakfast. Seems like that’s more suited for dinner conversation.” Fidgeting with the edge of the granite top, she finally looked at him. “Does Jergens hand lotion count as lube?”

He cursed under his breath. “Jesus. Kay, you shouldn’t have let that dicktard anywhere near your ass.”

“I thought he knew what he was doing.”

“Why? Because he told you so?” He shook his head in disgust at his fellow members of the Y-chromosome club. “Any guy will tell you that if he thinks it’ll get him a piece of your ass.”

“So if you tell me you know what you’re doing, it’s a lie too?”

Shit. Shoulda known that would backfire on him. “No. I actually do know what I’m doing.” He caught her skeptical look and blew out a breath. “And no, I’m not saying that because I want a piece of your ass. Which I do. But that’s beside the point.” He scratched his jaw, trying to decipher the best point of entry across the loaded minefield he’d planted for himself. “You have my sworn promise that if you ever gift me with the honor of back-door pleasure, I will not only limit your discomfort to the minimum, I’ll work damn hard at ensuring you enjoy the hell out of it.”

She still looked doubtful, so he reached across to stroke her cheek. “Either way, I don’t want you to stress over it. Double penetration doesn’t always have to involve anal sex.”

“That’s true.” She gnawed her bottom lip and met his gaze.

He didn’t fail to notice the way her breath flowed a bit faster or the flush of desire blooming across her face. And he sure as hell didn’t miss the stiffened state of her nipples. The tempting little buds were practically begging him for a lengthy kiss and suckle.

His thumb brushed across her lips before dipping inside her mouth. “Is your pussy creaming at the idea of me and Gibb stuffing it to overload with our cocks?”

Her breath giving a telltale hitch, she swept her tongue over the tip of his finger as he pulled it from her mouth. Holding his gaze, she gripped his wrist and guided his hand to her breast. He trailed his thumb over the distended nub of her nipple, painting it with her own saliva, before she beckoned him lower. Her thighs opening for him, she pressed his fingers to her hot, wet center. “What do you think?”

He released a ragged exhale. “That Gibb damn well needs to wake up fucking soon.”

“We could go give him some proper motivation for not being a sleepyhead.”

“Damn, woman, I do love your suggestions.” He scooped Kay from her stool and pivoted toward the hallway. At the last minute he recalled the skillet of potatoes. Making a quick detour, he flicked off the stove burner before carrying Kay to the bedroom.

Gibb lay sprawled on his back in the middle of the mattress. He’d kicked off the covers, leaving his big, gorgeous, sun-kissed nakedness conveniently exposed and available for the taking. Mouth watering, Ty eyed the thick column of his best friend’s cock. Even in a flaccid state, it was a mother-fucking monster. Recalling his earlier convo with Kay, he grunted. “Gibb’s porn name should be Long Dong Kong.”

“Undoubtedly,” Kay agreed with a giggle. “How about we wake up LDK together?”

“Excellent plan, Stan.” Settling Kay on one side of Gibb, Ty waited for her to scoot forward before taking up position across from her. They both stared at Gibb’s cock like two starved lions who’d stumbled into an all-you-can-eat gazelle buffet. “Ready?”

“Oh Lord, yes,” Kay breathed.

He flattened his tongue on the outer left side of Gibb’s shaft while Kay took care of the opposite end. Mutual
mms
of pleasure rumbling from them both, they dragged their tongues upward. They met at the bulbous crown and exchanged a lusty kiss before reversing course. By their fourth lap along its length, Gibb’s dick had reached full mast. Lifting his head, Ty locked on to his best friend’s sleepy gaze. Unmistakable heat resided beneath the lingering dregs of drowsiness.

Ty dragged his fist down the thick stalk of Gibb’s shaft. “Obviously Kay and I don’t need to be concerned that you might not be
up
for our plan.”

Gibb grunted and stacked his arms behind his head. “Depends on the plan you two have hatched. Particularly if you’re the head behind it. That seldom ends with anything less than total anarchy and jail time.”

“Nah, think you’ll like what we have up our sleeves.” Ignoring Gibb’s considering look, Ty stretched toward the nightstand and fetched two condoms from the upper drawer. Rather than hand one to Gibb, Ty greedily nabbed the pleasure of easing the latex in place on Gibb before sheathing his own cock. He held out his hand to Kay and helped her climb onto Gibb so that she was straddling his lap but facing Ty. The ecstasy on her face while she sank onto Gibb’s cock was almost more than Ty could take. Sliding his hands through the soft tendrils of her hair, he ravaged her mouth until she was gasping for air.

Every muscle in his body tensed and primed for the raw, down-and-dirty fuck he was salivating for, Ty eased Kay backward until she was lying supine against Gibb. For the first time since they’d left the kitchen, a new spark of worry flickered in her eyes. “I don’t think this is going to work. You’re both too big to fit at the same time.”

Ty dropped onto his elbows over Kay and offered her a reassuring smooch. “Flattered as I am by that statement, I have to counter it with some facts. First being that your pussy is equipped to push out a kid, which is close to the equivalent of a bowling ball, from what I hear. So I’m pretty sure you can handle our cocks.”

“You have a point,” Kay conceded with a wince. “But could we please not reference bowling balls, pushing and my pussy in the same sentence again?”

“Deal. So are we good to go?”

Kay nodded, along with Gibb. Ty offered his best friend a wry look. “Like I had any question on your end.” Fisting his cock head, he started to align it with the base of Gibb’s shaft. Recalling his avowal yesterday in the Bronco, he stopped in mid insertion and scooted lower between Kay’s and Gibb’s legs. Gripping Kay’s waist, he inched her up a bit until he had better access to Gibb’s cock. He swirled his tongue, collecting the sweet, musky flavor of Kay’s pussy. Smacking his lips, he returned to his previous position and returned Gibb’s droll expression. “Thought I’d forgotten, didn’t ya?”

“As if that’s remotely possible for you.”

Indulging in an evil chuckle, Ty realigned his dick at Kay’s slick opening and eased inside the smallest fraction. Her drenched tissues hugged the uppermost section of his gland like a velvet vise. Even that miniscule amount of penetration prompted beads of sweat to gather on his brow and spine. A low groan traveled all the way from his toenails. Closing his eyes, he thrust inside another inch. The snug clench of Kay’s inner walls surrounded him with liquid heat and forced him to rub against Gibb’s rock-hard length. He could feel every ridge and vein, even through the thin shields of the condoms. Embraced by wet silk and unbendable steel.

Fucking heaven.

Judging from Gibb’s unrestrained groans and Kay’s broken gasps, they were equally strung out on the intense pleasure and hovered on the brink of coming along with Ty. Arching his back, he tunneled deeper into Kay, riding the tidal wave toward the mind-numbing release barreling fast and furiously down on him. Guttural grunts streamed from him, mixed in with the dirty talk that always seemed to sweep him up when he was riding this close to the edge. “I wanna feel you both fucking lose it on me. Drown you in my come and wring you out ’til there’s nothing left.”

The twin moans of approval from Kay and Gibb were the breaking point for Ty. He managed one final pump of his hips before the lightning force of his orgasm crashed upon him. He shuddered at the impact of one million volts of sheer nirvana exploding through his cells. “
Ohfuckingsweetjesus.
” He pried his eyes open. Through the near-blinding haze of his bliss, he watched the rapture playing out on his lovers’ faces.

Yes, lovers. Fuck whether it was an adequate term or not. In the deepest recesses of his psyche, he knew that’s what the three of them were. In every sense of the word. At least for him.

This wasn’t a casual fling he could easily walk away from when their time was up. If he was a smarter man, he’d close his heart down now, before he fell any deeper.

He’d insisted this would all work out if they went into it with common sense and complete honesty. Well, the truth was he had no real sense when it came to Gibb and Kay. He couldn’t be calm, rational and emotionless, only out for a hard fuck and a good time.

They were the pinnacle of a lifetime of good times. Always. His heart had always known that, even when his head had refused to listen.

Chapter Twelve

Kay pulled her hair into a ponytail, and wallowing in a deep sigh of contentment, powered on her laptop. It’d been three incredible days since the beginning of her sexual quest with Gibb and Ty, and she’d never felt more lustfully decadent and insatiable. They’d not only awakened her sensuality, they’d also managed the impossible—jump-starting her flat-lined writing mojo.