Destined to Be Three (21 page)

A wild-eyed Cade rounded the corner, barreling into Gray as he left the stall. They scrambled around, barely managing to remain upright.

“Good God, Cade. What the hell is wrong with you? Have you lost your fucking mind?”

“Oh no, I haven’t. However, I cannot say the same for our little lady.”

Bloody hell.

* * * *

With all her plans in place and a bounce in her step, Jaycee sauntered into Gray and Cade’s house as though she owned it. “Gray! Cade! Where are you?” She walked down the hallway, peering into the rooms as she passed. “I got some delicious news from Destiny! Get those fine asses down here! This very second.”

Hearing the sound of footsteps stomping down the stairs behind her, Jaycee made her way into the kitchen and opened the fridge. She pulled out a soda, popped the lid, and sucked it down in a couple of gulps while she waited for the slowpokes to join her.

She tossed her can into the trash can on the other side of the room.
Score!

For the first time since entering the kitchen, she really looked around. Immediately she noticed three very odd things. There was glass underneath a now-broken window, a dented toaster on the table, and a fist-size hole in the wall.

Oh, shit.

Cade was through the door first, crossing the room and sweeping her into his arms in a couple of long strides. He kissed her thoroughly, leaving her breathless. When he pulled away, she thought he was done. But he wasn’t.

Cade hefted her up onto the countertop, spread her legs, and pressed his cock against her. Other than two layers of jeans, they had no barriers. Today, she didn’t want anything to hinder them, so she had chosen to forgo her treasured thongs.

The thought of Cade’s cock so close to her pussy had her tingling, ready for more. His hands cupped her ass, pulling her cunt toward his bulging cock. Using those large, masterful hands, he ground her crotch against his.

Wantonly, she twisted, hoping he would increase the pressure of his erotic massage. “Cade, please. More, I need more.”

Needing increased traction, her hands sought his nicely molded ass. The firm yet soft flesh would make the perfect place to grab onto and hold on for dear life. She managed to wind her arms around his waist before Gray walked up behind them and halted their descent. He grasped each hand and guided them to Cade’s lean hips with a look that told her to keep them glued to that spot. Letting go of her hands, he mimicked her hold on Cade by latching onto her hips in the same general area.

Gray used his body as a press. Shifting his weight forward, he pushed Cade toward Jaycee, but used his hands to pull Jaycee toward Cade, smashing all their bodies together tightly.

Watching Gray avidly, she saw him drop his head to the left of Cade’s thick neck and place an affectionate kiss. Cade’s erection swelled, causing an immediate reaction from her body. Lust swamped her, her juices saturating the fabric at the crotch of her pants. Instead of being embarrassed, she desperately hoped that Cade could feel the moisture, could feel how much she desired them.

Gray kissed Cade on his neck again, but this kiss had evolved. No longer loving, this was carnality at its finest. He opened his mouth wide, his tongue emerging from the dark cave where it had been hiding. Using the flat of his tongue, Gray licked Cade’s neck as though he was tasting his skin, making Jaycee think of someone eating an ice-cream cone on a sizzling summer day.

God, it was getting hot in here. She was probably going to need that ice cream when they were through with her.

A shudder ran through Cade’s body, the movement a jolt to her body as his cock bumped her pussy. Gray’s tongue continued to sample on Cade’s skin, moving upward to his ear and taking the sensitive lobe into his mouth. With a vigorous suck and a light nip, Gray whispered sensuously, “She wants more, Cade. Give her more.”

As soon as the provocative words crossed his lips, Gray’s hands manipulated the movement of Cade’s hips, swiveling and gyrating, the motion giving her too much of the traction she’d previously craved, scraping and rasping the fabric against her pussy. “No more! Please, stop. I can’t take it!”

Gray whispered into Cade’s ear, “I think our lady is telling us how to fuck her. We can’t have that. Give her more.”

The movements grew more severe, more frantic. They were trying to drive her mad and doing a damn fine job. Throwing her head back, she moaned fervently.

Cade used her lusty action to lean forward and trace small circles from the hollow at the base of her neck to the tip of her chin. The sound of little kisses against skin told her that Gray hadn’t stopped his oral torment on Cade.

Hearing a rap at the front door, they all froze.

Shit. Shit. Shit.
She’d forgotten about the plan in the passion of the moment. Apparently, Ethan wasn’t one to be forgotten. He was reminding her of his presence. The impatient pain-in-the-ever-loving-ass man had probably gotten tired of waiting in the barn, where she’d been hiding him.

Cade reacted faster than she or Gray, demanding, “Who the fuck could be bothering us right now?”

“Just a minute,” she called out as loud-voiced as she could over the lump in her throat.

“I’ll get rid of whoever it is,” Gray said darkly.

Hoping to stop the madness that gripped the men in the room, she intervened, “Oh, no! I forgot all about Ethan. He’s a friend of Katie-Anne’s that I invited over for dinner.”

Gray pinned her with a stare that had her squirming nervously. “Why the hell would you invite a friend of Katie-Anne’s over?”

“Well, it’s a long story,” she said evasively, her heart pounding against her rib cage.

Gray released her, removing his weight from Cade so that they weren’t delightfully crushed against each other. “Cade, go let in this Nathan person. It seems like I need to have a quick talk with Jaycee.”

Cade followed Gray’s order, walking out of the room quickly and quietly.

“
Ethan
,” she stressed, “is important to me. He’s going to be to you and Cade, too.”

Gray arched his eyebrows, commanding her to continue her explanation without having to talk. The fact that he wasn’t talking was rather horrifying. When Gray reached peak levels of anger, he didn’t speak. He enlisted his body language to communicate. A sense of foreboding settled over her chest, heavily bearing down on her.

“I called Destiny Isgood, this psychic that I know, to thank her for something. She had a prediction for me. Well, for us.” Jaycee rambled and stammered from her nervousness. “She, um, said that our trio wasn’t going to be a trio for much longer. According to her, we were, um, meant to be a quad. Katie-Anne’s friend, Ethan, fit the description she gave me, and he is a new person that, uh, entered my life. I thought that he could come over and get to know the three of us.”

From his stormy eyes to his thunderous expression, she could tell this wasn’t going to be pretty.

Cade charged into the kitchen, the clunk of his boots against the tiles the only sound in the room. He stopped abruptly next to Gray. “What’s the story with Ethan?”

“She thinks that the four of us are all going to fall madly, passionately in love and live happily ever after.” Gray spat the words like a person expelling something vile from their mouth.

“She does, does she?” Cade asked, clapping Gray on the back with the look of a horny man. His voice dropped a couple octaves, sounding erotic. “Well, she did a fucking fine job picking that cowboy.”

Sucking in a breath, Jaycee looked around frantically for an object to beat Cade with. The motherfucker was interested in Ethan. She was going to thump him so hard he would forget his own name, and Ethan’s right along with it.

Gray eyed Cade curiously, his eyes running from the top of his reddish hair down to his crotch. The hard-on straining for freedom caught his eye, and he paused. “Hmmmm, I think that I want to meet this Ethan.”

Now
he fucking remembered Ethan’s name. Her frantic search for a weapon resumed. If she was going to beat on Cade, she might as well whack Gray, too.

“I’ve never known you to get hot by another man, Cade. Maybe this psychic is right.”

Neither man acknowledged her. They left her sitting on the kitchen counter, confused and fit to be tied.

Chapter 19

Gray was on the warpath. He stalked down the hallway that led to their living room furiously, cursing under his breath.

The little menace was really going to go through with her plan. Well, she had another thing coming. If she wanted to play, he and Cade were going to play, too. And they would win. Then they would show her exactly who her bosses were.

Entering the living room, Gray saw the man Jaycee was using in her twisted game. Cade was right. This man was good-looking, if he was into the pretty-boy look. He would really hate to have to rearrange his face. It would be a shame for the man to have to suffer through several plastic surgeries to have his face repaired.

The man stood up, his cockiness evident in the way he held himself, the way he moved. “Hi. I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you from Jaycee.” He extended his hand first to Cade, who shook it with a sinful smile. Then, he reached for Gray.

Even though he was trying to play along, he really didn’t want to touch this asshole. Staring at his hand, Gray debated whether it was really worth it to play this silly game when he would much prefer teaching her a lesson with a couple of firm hands and two hard cocks.

If he thought for one second that his method would teach her a lesson, he would throw her over his shoulder and run for the steps, but he knew better. The only way to show her was to trap her in her own little game. Grabbing Ethan’s hand, Gray shook it, feigning interest in the man.

Gray forced his lids to lower like a man with sex on his mind. Using thoughts of Cade and Jaycee to arouse him, his cock stiffened.

Jaycee finally joined them. He couldn’t see her from where he was standing, but he could feel it. Ethan noticed her, too. Gray saw his eyes light up. If Cade hadn’t grabbed his hand, Gray would have slugged the asshole who had the nerve to come into their house and stare at their woman with lust-filled eyes.

Cade guided Gray to the couch with their linked hands. He pulled Gray into a sitting position on the sofa next to him then slung his arm over the back.

Ethan walked over to the love seat and sank down comfortably. “Come on over here, J,” he said with a pat on the cushion.

An involuntary growl formed at the back of Gray’s throat. Cade, who had anticipated his action, covertly hit him in the back of the head with his palm. Trying to cover his faux pas, Gray coughed.

Jaycee sat down by Ethan on the love seat, sitting closer than was appropriate for a taken woman, but Gray managed to maintain his cool. He didn’t even bat an eyelash at them when Ethan put his arm around Jaycee and she smiled up at the larger man with wanton desire flaring in her blue eyes. She better be thinking about him and Cade, or she was going to regret that look later.

“So,” Jaycee started, fidgeting in her seat. Maybe he wasn’t hiding his hostility as well as he’d hoped. “Here we are.”

“This is mighty awkward,” Ethan stated bluntly. “Jaycee told me all about the psychic woman, but I’m not sold on this whole arrangement. Don’t get me wrong here. I’m all for fucking the three of you, but I have two partners myself. I just don’t know if I can fuck without them. It wouldn’t be right.”

Gray wanted to pump his fist in the air. Their Jaycee would never allow five men to fuck her, not even in a faraway fantasy land. She wasn’t going to participate in a game with this set of rules. He was sure of it.

Gray’s jaw hit the floor when Jaycee giggled delightedly at Ethan’s suggestion, saying, “The more, the merrier, Ethan.”