Texas Tangle Page 20

  Chancing waking her up, he stroked the length of Nikki’s hair that draped over his chest like a silken ribbon. “Do you ever feel like someone’s going to wake you up, and she’ll disappear?”

  Dillon smiled. “Nah, she’s right where she’s supposed to be. With both of us.”

  “Can we make this work, Dill? Can you watch me touching her and not be jealous? I don’t want to end up fighting the way we did before.”

  “How can I get angry or jealous when I see how happy you make her? And she’s happy with me too. That’s all that matters.” Dillon reached over and stroked another section of her hair. “She needs us both. She already knows we love her and would do anything for her. She’ll come around. In time.”

  “You have to admit, a permanent threesome is pretty out there. What if she wants to choose between us after all this? What if one of us—” you “—decides we don’t want to share her anymore?”

  “So we bust our asses to make sure she doesn’t have any doubts. We do everything we can think of to prove how great the three of us together can be.”

  With a soft sound, Nikki shifted to lie on her back, though she didn’t wake. The sheet covering her dropped away, exposing her breasts.

  Dillon grinned when the sheet tented over Brett’s groin. “Never figured you were a breast man. Always thought you were an ass man.”

  “I like every part of her.” Her butt, her mouth, her eyes, and oh, those pretty plump lips surrounding her pussy. Who could resist the sight of her, her taste?

  “Have you noticed how she likes it when her breasts are played with?” Dillon cupped one of Nikki’s breasts and stroked his thumb over the nipple. It hardened immediately. Nikki sighed and rolled her hips into his hand. “It’s like they have a direct connection to her pussy.”

  He had noticed, but watching Nikki’s natural response had his cock so hard it ached. If he couldn’t relieve the pressure building in his balls, it would mean a trip to the shower and a quick hand job. “Do you think she’d mind if we woke her up?”

  “I’d say it all depends on how we wake her up.” Dillon’s grin widened. “Shall we?”

  His breathing heavy, Brett lowered his head over one of Nikki’s breasts. A second later, Dillon lowered his head to her other breast, using both teeth and tongue on the taut bud. Brett waited for the anger to kick in, expecting the inner caveman who’d wanted to mark Nikki only days before to swamp him, to shove Dillon away from her so he could claim her for himself. To his surprise, the caveman stayed quiet, assessing the devotion and passion Dillon had as he suckled Nikki’s breast.

  Nikki’s throaty purr of contentment told him they’d woken her, especially when she stroked Brett’s hair. Brett paused and watched Nikki’s eyes flutter as Dillon played with her breast. The musk of her arousal—and Dillon’s—filled the air. He’d never seen anything as beautiful as the love they obviously felt for each other; that they invited him to share it shoved any hint of jealousy away.

  He slipped a hand between her thighs. Moisture coated his hand as he parted her folds and found the hard bud of her clit. Her spine bowed off the bed in response.

  Abandoning her breasts to Dillon’s attentions, he moved down the bed, flinging the sheet to the floor. Before he could ask, she parted her legs and allowed him to position himself between them.

  The ache in his balls was unbearable seeing her spread wide, waiting for him to pleasure her. His nostrils flared when the scent of her arousal hit him full force. She may have been asleep, but she was awake enough to know she wanted this. Wanted them. He cradled her hips with his hands, lifting her to his mouth. Her taste exploded on his tongue, a heady nectar that had addicted him and held him in its thrall.

  He stiffened his tongue and stabbed it at her clit, then returned to the areas on each side, teasing her. Licking and lashing with his tongue, he brought her to the brink and then eased off before she could come. Again and again he pushed her until finally he relentlessly sucked on her swollen nerve endings.

  Her hips lifting off the mattress, pressing full strength against his hands, she writhed as her orgasm overtook her.

  The mattress dipped when Dillon shifted his weight. She murmured something about morning breath, and Dillon chuckled. “My dick doesn’t give a damn about morning breath, darlin’. Open those pretty lips of yours, will you?”

  Brett paused, watching as Nikki’s lids opened slowly. Her lips parted, and her tongue flickered over Dillon’s dick.

  Dillon’s eyes closed. and his head rolled back. He knew just what Dillon was feeling. Nikki’s tongue was sheer genius when it came to giving head.

  After a few minutes, she pulled away. “I want you inside me,” she whispered. “Both of you. At the same time. And not in my mouth. In me.”

  Dillon sat back on his heels. “Are you talking double penetration? One of us in your pussy and one in your ass?”

  She nodded her head, her bottom lip caught between her lips as she glanced between them. “Please? Or would that freak you out?”

  Brett rimmed her behind with his finger then broached it knuckle-deep. Her soft sigh and tightening muscles had him asking, “You been taken here before, haven’t you, Nik?”

  She wouldn’t have suggested it unless she’d tried it before and enjoyed it.

  As he’d expected, she nodded again. “Yes.” When Dillon frowned, she reached over and stroked Dillon’s dick. “I want to feel both of you come in me at the same time. Please?”

  Without waiting for Dillon’s approval, Brett rolled off the bed. If she wanted him up her ass, he’d gladly oblige. If Dillon wouldn’t, he’d find some other way to satisfy her himself. “I’ll get my lube. Nik, why don’t you use Dillon’s bathroom and get yourself ready?”

  He padded into the guest bathroom, where he took care of his bladder and washed up and brushed his teeth. Feeling ready to kiss Nikki, he dug through the drawer he’d claimed as his own for the lube, then headed back to the bedroom.

  After tossing the lube on the bed, he opened the drawer in the bedside table to search for some condoms. He chuckled when he found an unopened package containing a vibrator, along with some fluffy fur-covered handcuffs, the tags still attached. Apparently the little minx had a kinky side he’d yet to discover, but he sure looked forward to fulfilling some of her fantasies.

  Wondering if he should use one of her vibrators should Dillon back out, he turned around only to find Dillon staring at him, his eyes almost bugging out of his head.

  “I’ve never taken a woman up the ass before,” he whispered. “What do I need to know?”

  Now this was a big what-the-fuck discovery he hadn’t expected. Dillon had never tried anal? And here he’d thought Dillon had tried just about anything when it came to sex. “You’re not doin’ the anal part, Dill. I am. Once we’re both inside her, it’s mainly a matter of you coordinating your movements to mine. You’ll figure it out pretty quick.”

  “What if…” He ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up in a thousand different directions. He’d never seen Dillon so unsure. “I don’t know, what if she decides she doesn’t like it?”

  “Then we stop.”

  “What if I can’t? She’s blows my mind, Brett. I’ve never been so unhinged in bed with a woman like I am with Nik. What if I—we hurt her?”

  “Nikki will tell us if it hurts. Relax, Dill. Nik’s the one who suggested it, remember? If we focus on making her happy, it’ll be fine.” Wasn’t it just a few moments ago that Dillon was telling him the same thing? “You may even enjoy it so much you’ll want to be the one in her tight little ass next time.”

  Dillon eyed him. “You’ve done this before. I don’t mean just the anal but the whole double penetration bit. You’ve had other threesomes, haven’t you?”

  “Yup.” But Dillon would never weasel the details out of him. He’d given his word, and he’d keep it.

  A quiet curse filled the bedroom. “Mom always tells Lilly it’s the quiet ones she has to watch.” Dillon’
s eyes narrowed. “You’re not gonna want to cross swords, are you?”

  “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, Dill.” Ignoring Dillon’s mouth as it flapped open, he climbed onto the bed and waited for Nikki to return.

  The look Nikki gave them when she opened the bathroom door knocked the breath from his lungs. Her lips tweaked at the ends in an innocent playfulness while her eyes promised a sensual experience he wouldn’t soon forget. The hard-on that had softened returned with a vengeance. Once she lay between them again, they cuddled for a while, both men playing with her breasts, stroking every square inch of her. Despite his reservations, Dillon was soon panting, his hips grinding his hard-on into the mattress.

  Lifting himself on one elbow, Brett covered her mouth with his, using his tongue as a promise of what he and Dillon would soon be doing within her. When she was squirming beneath him, her breathing heavy, he pulled away.

  “Spread your legs for me, baby.”

  With that languid cat’s movement, she obeyed him. Once again he dipped his head and played with her pussy, licking and lapping until her hips lifted off the mattress.

  “Dillon, play with her breasts. Tweak her nipples the way she likes.”

  Moaning, Nikki writhed as he continued his onslaught on her pussy, thrusting two fingers deep in her, curling them to stroke her front wall. Moisture drenched his palm as she whimpered beneath their combined attentions. His mouth never leaving her labia, he slid his hand from her pussy and through her hot flesh to the tight bud of her ass. Using her dew as a lubricant, he inserted a finger to the first knuckle.

  Her hips lifted, pressing into his invasion. Her legs wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him to her, not pushing him away. She was so responsive, so uninhibited when she dropped her defenses.

  He pulled away long enough to apply lube to her entrance and his fingers, then broached her again, stretching her, preparing her for his invasion. Soon, her juices trickled out of her pussy, drizzling onto the fingers broaching her behind. She wouldn’t get any more ready than she was.

  “Okay, babe, how do you want to do this? Me from behind while we lie on our sides, or do you want to ride Dillon while I ride you?”

  Her eyelids were heavy, her pupils large in the dim light. “I want to be on Dillon, while you’re behind.”

  His favorite position. On top and in control. Of both of them. “Suit up, Dill, then lie on your back.”

  Dillon grabbed a condom from the bedside table and tossed him one. “Anyone tell you, you’d make a good drill sergeant?”

  “Some people like being ordered about in the bedroom.” He raised a brow at Nikki’s expression. Was she into submission? That would be interesting. From what he could tell, Dillon might be too. Shit, that was a turn-on he hadn’t expected from either of them.

  Working one-handed, he reached over to the condom he’d dropped beside him and rolled it over his cock. He spread the lube liberally over the sheath then waited for Nikki to position herself over Dillon. He just about groaned watching Dillon’s dick disappear into her swollen labia. Fuck, that was so hot.

  From the way she stiffened, she was having a hard time stopping herself from coming. “Not until I’m in there too, babe.”

  “Hurry. Please.” Her breathless plea had him straddling Dillon’s legs behind her in two seconds flat. He pressed her down over Dillon’s chest and parted those beautiful taut cheeks of hers. The head of his cock nudged her rear entrance.

  Holding her hips still, he let himself groan as he entered her snug channel. If he’d thought her tight before, with Dillon filling her pussy, her ass had less room to expand than it had for his fingers. He forced himself to pause even though his eyes wanted to roll to the back of his head at the warmth of her passage. Electrical shocks shot down his spine and tingled in his balls with the need to come.

  Not yet. This was for her.

  “Don’t stop now.” She pushed her hips back, taking his cock in another half inch in answer.

  Pushing as slowly as he could, he pushed in until the full length of his cock was imbedded within her ass.

  Then Dillon shifted, the swollen head of his cock rubbing along the thin membrane separating him from Brett’s shaft. Their eyes met, Dillon’s wide with surprise, darker than normal with desire.

  Holding Dillon’s gaze, Brett flexed his hips, stroking both Nikki and Dillon. If he could do nothing else this night, he’d find out just how much he could rely on Dillon’s friendship. With that one small movement, he revealed a tiny part of himself he’d never dared reveal before. Allowed him a glimpse behind his façade.

  In response, Dillon arched his hips, mimicking Brett’s movement, returning the caress in kind. They both groaned when Nikki wiggled her behind against Brett’s groin. He held her in place before he completely lost it.

  Leaning over her, he buried his face into the crook of Nikki’s shoulder, hiding the tears gathering in his eyes. Dillon was right. Making this a permanent arrangement could work; it had to work. Because the two people he cared about the most were sharing themselves with him in the most intimate way they could. He’d never felt so loved.

  Nikki shuddered as Dillon slowly withdrew and Brett’s cock jerked inside her behind, the delicious hot pain both torture and ecstasy. She’d never felt so full, so alive. And it wasn’t just because she was filled both front and back, but everything about them being together. It was the heat surrounding her both back and front, the way Brett buried his face into her neck, his body shaking from need. The glazed look in Dillon’s eyes as he stared at her—adoration, lust, love.

  He’d been so sweet, the way he’d kept checking every two seconds as Brett had invaded her ass, so worried that they were hurting her. Didn’t he realize the whole time every inch of her was ablaze? When Brett had stroked the front of her passage, she was sure she was about to explode.

  Dillon caught her mouth with his and slowly buried himself inside her again in a long, slow glide. Sandwiched between the two of them, all she could do was feel. Feel Brett’s warm breath as he kissed the side of her neck, feel his strength as he gripped her hips, the crisp hair of his legs rough against the back of her thighs. The softness of Dillon’s lips compared to the harsh beard rasping her chin, his chest hair chafing her sensitive nipples while his belly rippled against hers.

  Her hands clutched the bedding when Brett drew back while Dillon thrust in. Then they reversed, Dillon withdrawing while Brett buried his entire cock within her ass again. Both men groaned as her body tightened around him, trying to hold him inside.

  As if they had coordinated their lovemaking, they alternated, one slipping in as the other slid out. Her body constantly clutching at them, attempting to adjust for being empty on one side and full on the other and then it all reversing again until her brain couldn’t keep up. Her body reacted on instinct, accepting their dual invasion, reveling in being possessed by two men who cared so deeply for her, for each other, that they could put aside their egos and their needs to satisfy her.

  Brett’s hand left her hip and cupped her breast, squeezing her nipple until she hovered on the brink of her climax. Her whole body quivering, she pressed her breast into Brett’s hand, angled her hips to accept them both deeper.

  “Do you like this, baby?” Brett whispered in her ear, his breath sending a ribbon of need skittering down her neck, over her breasts. He surged deeper. Stars sparkled at the back of her eyes and her hips surged back to meet him.

  “Yes, oh, God, yes. It feels so good. I want this every night.”

  Both men stilled, and she realized what she’d said. Every night. Had they taken that as her agreement to their suggestion? No, she couldn’t let them think that. The whole proposal was so insane. “I mean, I’m…enjoying this.”

  Dillon’s hand joined Brett’s on her hips. The two of them quickened their pace; neither had the breath left to speak. The onslaught of their possession of her drove her over the edge.

  She didn’t have the air in her lungs to scream.
She couldn’t even gasp her release as her orgasm exploded in a violent wave. When she thought she couldn’t come any harder, any longer, Dillon slid a hand between them. He didn’t even have to press; just the simple touch of one finger as it slipped through her folds set her on fire. Her eyes could no longer see, but her pussy felt the thick length of his shaft pulse, felt the heat of Brett’s come through the latex as he spilled his release at the same time.

  Minutes later, they lay in a sweaty heap, arms and legs tangled together. Dillon stroked Nikki’s shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. “You and Brett get some more sleep, Nik.” He kissed her cheek. “Love you.”

  She nestled into Brett’s embrace, listening to the water running as Dillon showered, squinting against the dim light of the bathroom as he dressed. She could wake up like this every morning. Surrounded by the two men she loved and who loved her.

  Dillon was almost to the door when she raised her head and looked over Brett’s shoulder. “Dillon? Do you really think this would work? The three of us?”

  “Yeah, I do.”

  “How can you be so sure? It would make things so complicated.”

  He shrugged. “There’s nothing complicated about it. It’ll work because we want it to work. We love you, Nik. You love us. That’s all we need.”

  It couldn’t be that simple. Nothing in life was that simple. Nothing in her life had been simple anyway.

  As they listened to Dillon’s truck start up outside, Brett pulled her head back to his chest. “He’s right, Nik. We can make it work if you’d trust us.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Day by day, another of Brett’s belongings found its way from his place to Dillon’s. First his shaving gear appeared beside Dillon’s in the bathroom. A few days later, his shirts and jackets and uniforms filled a rod on the walk-in closet. Then his books, both fiction and procedural, crowded the shelves as if they’d stood there for years.