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STORY EXCERPT
Tristan let Kyle drive tonight. It was Tristan’s turn to pay for their dinner, and he once again smiled at the thought that their brains had finally caught up with what their hearts had apparently known for years.
They were a couple in every sense of the word now.
“I wonder if Kel’s going to be here tonight,” Tris mused.
“Why?”
“I was thinking about talking to him about helping us put together some bondage tutorials,” Tris said. “You know, like we talked about doing last year. A blog or something. Good, quality pictures.
Kyle slowly nodded. “That would be fun.”
“We could put together batches of lessons at once and set the blog posts to run after the rope night. Maybe help get more people through the doors if they see tutorials. More exposure for the club, too.”
“Yeah, but I don’t think he’ll be here tonight. He hasn’t been coming out since Mal lost the baby. Cali hinted Mal’s going through a rough time right now. I can’t imagine him coming to an event without her.”
“True.” He reached over and laid his hand on Kyle’s thigh. “I’d love to have professional pictures of you in rope.” He slowly squeezed his thigh, making Kyle laugh.
“You just want more naked pics of me.”
Tris grinned. “Yeah, I do.” Something to look at during the day at work when he had a moment or two to himself and needed to inject a little sanity into his day.
There weren’t very many people there yet when they pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot. They’d attended munches here before and knew they’d be set up in the back room, so they headed straight there without bothering to wait for a hostess to appear at the greeting station.
It looked like Ross and Loren were the hosts tonight, and after greeting them Tristan let Kyle decide where to sit. He steered toward a table where two women, apparently not together from how they were seated several spaces apart, were chatting.
Upon closer inspection, Tris thought he vaguely recognized one of the two women.
“Hey, there,” Kyle said to them. “Mind if we join you?”
The one woman looked like she was in her early twenties. The other, the one Tristan thought he recognized, looked like she was close to their age. Her longish pixie cut and hazel eyes, combined with her sweet, full curves, held his gaze.
Exactly the kind of woman who could turn his crank.
She’s the one who smiled at them. “Sure.” She tipped her head. “You look familiar.”
“I was just thinking that, too,” he said. “Tristan. This is my boyfriend, Kyle. We run the Knotty Fun rope group at Venture.”
“Ah, okay. Yeah, I remember seeing you around there before. Jessica. Or Jess. I used to have long hair.”
“Oooh! Yeah. Aren’t you a photographer?”
“Guilty. I just moved back to Sarasota from Houston after a little over six years.”
Helloooo, Jessica.
* * * *
Kyle perked right up and started paying attention. He was no dummy—Jess was definitely adorable, and exactly Tristan’s type.
Hmm.
That’d be irony, to meet the woman of their dreams after finally getting their act together.
Or maybe it’s just perfect timing.
He didn’t want to be rude and ignore the other woman—Lindsey—but fortunately, friends of hers showed up, and she started talking to them.
Leaving Jess all for them.
“What made you leave Houston?” Kyle asked.
Her smile flickered. “Hurricane Kiley. The trailer I was renting flooded out. Well, that was on top of me breaking up with the reason I moved to Houston six years ago.”
“Ah. Sorry about that.”
“Well, means I have a life again. And a job. And I broke up with him over a year ago. I just didn’t have a way of moving back before now. Thank goodness for renter’s insurance.” She caught sight of Ted and Mark walking in. “Speaking of a job, there’s my bosses.”
“Oh, you work for the Collins brothers?” Tristan asked.
“Yes. Kel introduced me to them.”
Mark and Ted walked over, but there was only one seat left at their table.
After Mark and Ted shook with Tristan and Kyle, Mark turned to Jess. “Glad to see you made it.”
“I figured I needed to get back out if I ever want to start rebuilding my photography portfolio.”
“You know,” Kyle said, “we’ve been talking about making shibari tutorials to go along with the rope group lessons. Would that be something that would interest you? I mean, we’d pay you, obviously.”
“Sure!”
Ted smiled. “We can vouch for these guys,” Ted said. “I trust them, and I’ve never heard a bad word about them.” Tony signaled to Ted from the other side of the room. “Sorry, I’m being summoned. Catch you all later.”
“Thanks, guys,” Jess said.
That left her to them again. Except then Tony signaled to Tristan. “Excuse me for a moment, too.”
Kyle damn sure wasn’t complaining at having her alone for a moment to chat.
All he had to do now was see if they had any chemistry between them. If nothing else, they’d just found their photographer.
He wouldn’t complain about their luck finally changing for the better, either.
Especially if it led to something more between all three of them.
ADULT EXCERPT
Tristan kissed his way down to her ear, nibbling, sucking. “We have a fantasy of both of us fucking you, baby. One of us in your ass, one of us on your pussy, and filling you up. We’re gonna fuck you so good and keep you so happy you won’t ever want to leave us.”
The scorching mental image that triggered tripped her over the edge again. Pleasure rippled through her, hot, searing, a sweet counterpoint to the scratchy stubble on Kyle’s cheeks against her inner thighs, and the way Tristan pinched her nipples.
“Yes!” she gasped.
Tristan paused what he was doing. “What?”
“That! I want that! Tonight!”
She whined when Kyle lifted his head from her pussy. “What?”
She tried to catch her breath now that she wasn’t coming. “One in my ass, one in my pussy. Now!”
Kyle frowned. “Um, baby, don’t you think we should work up to that?”
“Yeah, I’m good. I have toys at home, and, trust me, I can take you.”
Tristan brightened. “Well, alrighty, then. Far be it from us to deny a lady’s request.” He bounced out of bed to go get what they’d need while Kyle crawled up her body, kissing the whole way. He rolled her on top of him and she slid down him, seeking his cock.
This time, she swallowed him mostly down to the root. She’d need a little practice to take his entire length and girth, and she was looking forward to it.
Brad was only six inches, and not nearly as thick.
Tristan returned, groaning as he watched her. “Fuck, that’s sexy as hell.” He leaned in and kissed her ass cheeks. “Muwah!” He patted her. “Give me a little more room, baby.”
She spread her legs and arched her back so he had better access. She moaned around Kyle’s cock when she felt Tristan’s gloved finger, coated with cool lube, press against her rim.
Kyle reached down and played with her hair. She was letting it grow out again, and maybe it wasn’t coincidental the men had mentioned they loved longer hair.
More fun to use it as part of a shibari tie.
Or to hold onto it during sex.
She was good with either option.
Or both.
When Tristan’s finger breached her ass, she rocked her hips back, wanting him deeper, now.
Yeah, she’d gotten freaky with her toys, especially over the past several weeks of unrequited eye-fucking the two hunks.
Not quite unrequited, exactly, she supposed.
Not when they were interested and willing.
And—now—able.
“She’s fucking amazing,” Kyle gasped. “Hurry up!”
“Patience, buddy. Just give me a minute.”
“I might not have a minute.” Kyle made her release his cock and Tristan moved up the bed with her as she prepared to perch and grind onto Kyle’s delicious cock.
Kyle held out his hand to Tristan, and seconds later he was ripping open a condom pouch. She didn’t know who was moaning louder—her or Kyle—when she straddled his cock and lowered her pussy onto it, sinking all the way.
Combined with two fingers Tristan now had in her ass, it felt amazing.
Kyle pulled her down for another kiss while Tristan withdrew his fingers. “Fuck it,” he growled. She heard another condom pouch opened, a squirt of lube, and then Tristan was nudging into position, straddling Kyle’s legs and between hers. He pressed the head of his cock against her ass. “Okay, baby. I’ll let you set the pace.”
Kyle finally let her start moving. She rose up just enough to give her some room, Tristan moving with her.
When she fucked back against him, hard, the pinching burn quickly exploded into pleasure as his cock slid into her ass.
“Shit, baby!” he gasped. “Holy fuck!” He stroked her back, her ass. “You okay?”
She sat up and started playing with her clit as she rode them. “Yeah, I need to come!”
But Tristan chuckled and grabbed her hands, pulling them behind her and holding her captive. “Oh, no you don’t, baby. That’s ours, for right now. You let us do that for you. Kyle?”
He smiled up at her, those handsome grey-blue eyes dark with hints of sapphire tonight, and reached up to play with her clit with one hand, her right nipple with the other.
Tristan switched both her wrists to his left and reached around her to play with her left nipple. “Start riding, baby. Go on and get you some.”
The feel of both their cocks filling her, stretching her, every nerve ending inside her pussy being stoked by Kyle’s cock—it nearly overwhelmed her. Her orgasm roared through her, making her previous orgasms look weak by comparison, if that was even possible. She threw her head back against Tristan’s shoulder, closed her eyes, and nearly sobbed with how good it felt.
How right these two men felt, right now.
Right here.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Kyle said. “Beautiful, and all ours.”
“Fuck yeah,” Tris whispered in her ear. “Ours.”
The need and yearning in his voice sent another spiraling whirlpool of perfection shifting her brain from thinking into feeling. She rode their cocks, all sorts of dirty thoughts about the things she could do with them running through what was left of her mind. Kyle seemed to have uncanny accuracy with his fingers on her clit. He forced her into the zone where one long, rolling orgasm seemed like it’d never stop.
This was even better than her fantasies, because it was their warm, flesh-and-blood cocks fucking her and making her…theirs.
Hell, yes, she was theirs. Maybe she wasn’t ready to admit that outside her own skull yet, but she could feel it already.
And not only because the sex was good.
They made her laugh, made her think, and made her feel in ways she never knew possible.
Brad had been the basement.
These two guys were the penthouse.
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