Destined to Be Three (20 page)

Aghast, Jaycee wanted to curse at both of the dolts she called friends. “You two took the liberty upon yourself to bet who would be my maid of honor?” Pushing back her blonde curls in agitation, she reached for the mustard and ketchup bottles.
A food fight might teach them a few things
. Thinking better of it, Jaycee put the bottles back. “If I were to get married, I wouldn’t choose between the two of you. I never was a very decisive girl.”

Shannon rolled her eyes and grabbed a napkin out of its holder. She crumpled the paper then flung it at Jaycee’s head. Unsurprisingly, she hit Jaycee squarely on the side of her head.
Stupid high school softball star.
“No shit, Sherlock.”

The only person at the table who didn’t seem to be enjoying herself was Katie-Anne, who remained subdued. She had the faraway look of a person deep in thought, someone who was calculating the national debt.

“Damn. Earth to Katie-Anne.” Shannon balled up another napkin and tossed it at Katie-Anne’s face. With a blink, she dodged the projectile object and resumed living in the present.

“Fuck you, Shannon. I’m thinking here,” Katie-Anne chided.

“Oh, Katie-Anne, baby. You couldn’t handle a woman like me.”

Katie-Anne frowned at Shannon’s teasing. “So, if we can’t bet for our role in Jaycee’s wedding, what can we bet for?”

Deep contemplation settled on both of their faces while Jaycee watched close by, waiting for another idiotic idea to hit them right between the eyes. The
Eureka!
look crossed Shannon’s face first.

“I know what we can bet,” Shannon declared with far too much boldness for Jaycee’s comfort.

Fearing everyone’s safety, Jaycee interceded, “No! No more bets. We have something much more significant. I need to get a little revenge, my lovelies.”

Their intrigue overrode their thirst for the settlement of a trivial bet, and they waited for the details with wide eyes and nefarious grins.

“Gray and Cade need a taste of their own medicine. Just because I’m not mad doesn’t mean that they shouldn’t sweat a little for playing with me.”

Chapter 18

Cade sat in his office, going over the lineage of a stallion, when his cell phone jingled. Curious as to who would call his private number, he snatched it from the desk and hit the talk button.

“Cade McCoy.”

A breathy, feminine voice came across the line. “Hello, Cade. It’s Leila.”

Fuck. Damn. Shit. Hell.
He didn’t want to talk to Leila. He despised the woman who’d nearly ruined their friendship with Jaycee eleven years ago.

After a fight with Jaycee, he and Gray had gone on the bender to end them all. Between their jealousy of her jackass boyfriend and their impatience wearing thinner by the second, they had to blow off some steam.

Unfortunately for them, Leila preyed upon their weakness, waiting until they were too far drunk to realize the trouble they were getting into. That night was still hazy to him, but the morning after wasn’t something he was likely to forget, no matter how much he wanted to.

In typical fashion, Jaycee had opened the door and entered the bedroom without knocking. Her feet hadn’t made it two steps past the threshold before she caught them red-handed with Leila. The devastation of what she’d been forced to see drained away her inner glow, extinguishing the light that was such a part of her. The memory of her agonized expression still made him cringe.

Not waiting for an explanation, or not wanting one, she had escaped with tears tracking down her face. He and Gray had chased her, barefoot and naked, but hadn’t been able to catch her. Almost two weeks passed before they were allowed close enough to her to explain and defend themselves. And, even then, it was on her terms. She’d appeared on their doorstep at dawn, wanting answers, and they’d given them to her.

“Cade? Hon, are you there?” The duplicitous woman was trying to sound sultry, but she grated on him worse than when Jaycee clawed a chalkboard.

“I’m not your hon, Leila. What do you want?” His combative tone did nothing to hide his contempt for her.

She huffed. “Oh, well, I won’t bother you about Jaycee. Talk to you—”

He stepped into the trap undeterred by the knowledge that he would live to regret it. This woman only bothered him when there was something in it for her. “No! What about Jaycee? Is she okay? What the fuck did you do to her?”

A bogus gasp came from her. “Oh, it’s more what the fuck she is going to do to you and Gray.”

He rolled his eyes even though she couldn’t see, huffing his own disgruntlement at her wasting his time with unsubstantiated bullshit. She was nothing but a pain-in-the-ass troublemaker. “She isn’t going to do anything to us.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, baby,” she said with enough superiority that he became curious.

Cade growled. “Just tell me whatever it is you think you know.”

“Oh, honey, it is what I know. Jaycee has a plan to get even with you and Gray for playing her. What do you think about that?”

The cat was out of the bag.
Goddamn it.

* * * *

Even after spending most of last night fucking his lovers raw, Gray’s cock remained hard and full. Breakfast with Cade had only made things worse. He’d been under control until Cade wrapped his perfectly shaped lips around his bottle of orange juice, swallowing down all of its contents. Gray’s thoughts flew straight to Cade’s mouth enveloping his cock and sucking him dry. A fantasy formed in his mind.

* * * *

Sitting back in his chair, Gray watched Cade stand up and skirt around the kitchen table before kneeling at his feet. Cade smiled up at him naughtily and said, “Breakfast time.”

Cade unsnapped Gray’s jeans then lowered the zipper and parted the material. With a lick of his lips, Cade pulled Gray’s engorged cock out of his pants and guided it to his mouth. He sucked the head of Gray’s dick inside, twirling his tongue around it.

Gray groaned as Cade’s teeth grazed the sensitive skin. “I thought you were hungry, damn it.”

Cade smiled around Gray’s cock and nodded his head.

“Well, so am I,” Gray ground out in frustration. He pushed his painfully hard cock all the way into Cade’s sweltering mouth slowly, inch by fucking inch, until the head pressed against the soft spot at the back of his throat. Gray grabbed Cade’s head in a firm grip, denying him any movement. He pulled out of Cade’s wet mouth then slid back in.

Cade cupped Gray’s balls and rolled them in one hand while his other hand dropped between his own legs to palm his jean-covered cock. He moaned around Gray’s dick, the vibrations driving Gray closer to the edge.

Blood pounded through Gray’s veins, racing through his body and heading straight for his throbbing cock. His hips turned into pistons, allowing him to plunge faster and deeper, his thrusts becoming more forceful. He face fucked his lover ruthlessly until his dick swelled, nearly doubling in size. A tingle ran down his spine and his balls drew up, ready for an explosive release.

“Oh, hell,” Jaycee gasped from the doorway with a mischievous smile. She dropped a bag of groceries on the tile and sauntered toward them, her hips swaying seductively with each step she took.

Jaycee touched Gray’s bicep, coasting her hand up his arm to his shoulder. She moved in behind his chair and leaned down, kissing the side of his neck sweetly. She slid her hands over his shoulders and down the front of his chest, kneading his muscles as she went.

Nibbling Gray’s flesh, Jaycee made a pathway to his ear. “It’s fucking hot to watch Cade suck your cock. It makes me so damn horny,” she whispered sultrily, pausing long enough to lick the shell of his ear with her soft tongue. “If one of you touched my pussy right now, I would come fast and hard—like Cade is about to make you.”

Gray groaned and gripped Cade’s reddish-colored hair tightly in his fist, using the strands to angle his head back. His hips surged forward burying his cock deep inside Cade’s mouth and he came with a shout as his body jerked. His cum burst from his dick, flooding Cade’s sexy mouth.

Cade closed his forest-green eyes and licked his lips. “Mmmm.”

Blowing in Gray’s ear, Jaycee murmured, “He loves your cum, Gray. It tastes so fucking good.” She grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. “I love the way it feels in my mouth.”

Gray turned his head and kissed Jaycee quickly but hungrily. Ripping his defiant lips from hers, he growled, “You’re so spanked.”

Jaycee grinned wickedly and said, “You’re so fucked.”

Gray shook his head in amusement, pulling his softened cock from Cade’s mouth. He bent over and kissed Cade, tasting the mixture of his cum with the natural flavor of Cade’s mouth. He covered Cade’s hand with his own, grinding the palm against the hard ridge of Cade’s cock.

“Fuck.” Cade hissed and shuddered as he orgasmed, his cum wetting the front of his jeans.

Jaycee strolled around the chair, glancing at Gray’s already-rebounding cock then the damp spot on Cade’s jeans. “My turn, boys,” she purred and stripped off her clothes.

Gray and Cade got to their feet, tearing at their clothes until they were naked and aroused.

A very nude, very sexy Jaycee swept all the cups and plates on the table onto the floor then crawled on top of it. Turning, she faced them and opened her legs.

“See how wet I am for you two?” She sighed, dipping her finger into her cunt then pulling it right back out. She held her hand up where they could see her wet finger perfectly.

“Jaycee Elizabeth,” Gray growled, advancing on her.

Cade moved around the other side and climbed onto the table behind her. He brushed her hair aside, his lips descending to the curve of her neck. Pressing small kisses to her skin, Cade’s arms snaked around her chest, and he palmed her breasts.

She arched her back with a moan. “Cade.”

Gray closed in on her, capturing her wrist and pulling it toward his awaiting mouth. Without taking his eyes off her face, he licked her juices off her finger, one swipe at a time.

She whimpered, her eyes locked to his lips. “Gray.”

“We’re hungry, sweetheart,” Gray told her, watching as her eyes widened. “Feed us.”

Instead of letting her ask, he led her hand between her gorgeous legs and placed it on her pussy. “Fuck yourself,” he ordered gruffly. “We want
you
for dessert.”

Cade lifted up, looking over her shoulder, without releasing her breasts from his hands. “I love dessert, darlin’.”

Jaycee leaned back into Cade with a sigh and shoved two fingers inside her saturated cunt. Thrusting her hand in and out, she finger fucked herself urgently.

Within seconds, her body tightened up and her eyes closed, concentration etched on her face.

“Stop,” Gray commanded gutturally.

Immediately, she stopped and opened her eyes slowly, revealing the lusty blue depths. “I was so fucking close, Gray.”

“Just a minute, sweetheart,” Gray whispered soothingly. “Give me your hand.”

She held her hand out to him, and he clasped it with a smile, moving it to her shoulder. He and Cade lowered their mouths, each of them sucking one finger inside. At the same time, Gray plunged three fingers inside her slick pussy.

Jaycee screamed.

* * * *

A raging Cade stormed into the barn, interrupting his fantasy. “Grayson Allen Blakemore,” Cade yelled. “Where the fucking hell are you?”

Dropping the bale of hay, Gray wiped away the sweat trickling down the side of his face from his afternoon exertion and his sizzling fantasy. “Over here!”