Double Coverage (7 page)

“When the lady tells me to and not until.” Bullet placed his hand gently on her shoulder running his hand down her arm. She moaned, her body trembling where she pressed against Trig. “Hey, sweetheart, did you miss me?”

There was shame and helplessness in her eyes when she looked up at him. Trig felt his gut tighten painfully until something burst inside. “I’m so sorry, Trig.”

“Trigger, our girl here has a secret, don’t you, darling?” Bullet smiled in triumph, his eyes dancing. He stepped closer, pressing against her back. Kailey squirmed against him, gasping when Bullet hooked his hands under her arms, cupping her breasts. “Tell him, Kailey. Tell Trig here your secret.”

She shook her head, her eyes going hazy. Bullet in full-on seduction mode was hard to resist; his voice could make a woman tremble. Kailey, no exception, was trembling as he spoke softly in her ear. She was lost. He’d lost her in a matter of seconds. Bullet smiled down at him, victory in his eyes.

One night. Bullet only wanted one night. After that they were done.

*

“What’s your secret, Kailey?” Trig’s voice changed. There was a hardness to it now that she’d never heard before. He took her arms, running his hands down them. He linked his fingers with hers, then lifted her arms over her head wrapping her hands around his friend’s neck. “What secret does Bullet know about you that I don’t? Come on, baby. You can tell me.”

She watched him detach, his eyes going distant when Bullet nuzzled her neck. “Tell him, Kai. Tell Trigger our little secret.”

Trig pressed her back until her body was pressed against Bullet’s, his erection hard against her back, Trig’s against her belly. Liquid fire spiraled through her body, a trickle pooling hot and wet between her legs. “What are you doing to me?”

“Do you want us to stop?” This from Trig, his hands resting on her shoulders, his fingers hot where he touched her.

“No.” God, no. She’d never felt like this before, as if she would melt and explode all at the same time. Her pussy throbbed—all of it, not just her clit. The whole damned region was pulsing so fast she couldn’t breathe. Her breasts ached beneath Bullet’s hands; her nipples were so hard she thought she would scream from the brush of her own dress as she moved against them. “Please don’t stop. I want you, both of you.”

She heard Trig sigh. It was a defeated sound she didn’t understand. His hands had her gasping for air when he stroked her shoulders, trailing a line over the swell of her breasts; his fingers plucked at her nipples.

Bullet breathed in her ear. A little laugh escaped, caressing her neck. “I told you Trigger, she’s a hot piece of ass. Tell him, Kailey. Tell him your secret.”

Cool air washed over her heated breasts. Bullet’s hands were hot on her flesh as he tugged her dress down. Trig’s tongue even hotter on her nipples. Hot piece of ass, for God’s sake. Oh God. Her eyes flew open when a pair of hands cupped that particular part of her body, his eyes wide with surprise as he looked down at her.

“I’m naked under this dress,” she told him, but it was too late—he already knew.

*

Trig moaned. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, wanting to be free. She was naked, completely naked except for a blue floaty dress and a pair of high-heeled sandals. She’d dressed for him, to be with him. Her eyes tormented him. Her sighs robbed him of breath. Bullet’s throaty laugh turned to strangled moan set him on fire.

“Kiss him.”
Oh God, what, was he saying?
Why was he so eager and willing to hand her over to him? Why did Bullet’s hands on her breasts, holding her for him, make him so damned horny he couldn’t see straight? “Kailey, I want to see you kiss Bullet. Kiss him, baby.”

She didn’t question him, she simply leaned her head back against Bullet’s chest, angling her head up, her mouth closing on his friend’s. Her body arched against Trig’s, her naked breasts jutting forward. He caressed her nipples, pinching them, watching her moan against Bullet’s mouth, her tongue tangling with his. Oh God, what the hell was he doing? His cock jerked against his zipper when Bullet covered her breasts with his big hands.

“Trigger.” It was his name that slipped off her tongue, inflaming his lust. She was naked beneath that dress, and it was all for him, Bullet meant nothing. Bullet was just a helping hand.

He tugged her skirt up to her waist. Her bare pussy arched out at him, her clit peeking past the hairless folds, engorged and throbbing; moisture covered her thighs. “My turn.” He pressed into her, stealing her lips from Bullet’s greedy mouth, his hand covering her throbbing clit. Bullet didn’t mind; he found her ear.

*

“She’s on fire, Trigger,” she heard Bullet say against her ear. His chest rumbled where she lay pressed against him. Trigger pressed against her, his hand covering her pussy, his mouth hot against hers. “I’m about to explode, Trigger. We need to hurry this up.”

Hurry?
God no, there was no hurry. She pressed against Trig’s hand, gasping when her clit throbbed painfully. Okay, maybe there was a need to hurry. “Trigger, touch my clit, please, I’m begging you.”

“Trigger, the lady wants to feel your fingers inside her. He likes pussy, Kailey. Trigger would rather eat pussy than food, I believe.”

Oh God, that felt so good. Trigger’s finger slid across her clit. Bullet’s hands were on her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples. Oh God, she wanted Trigger’s mouth on her, just like last night.

“Shut up, Bullet.” Trig’s voice was ragged when he spoke, growling at Bullet. She didn’t care as long as those long slim fingers pressed inside her continued stroking her. He pressed his palm against her clit.
Oh God
, she arched into his hand, grinding her pussy in time to his stroking.

“I’m a tits man myself, and you have glorious tits, Kailey.” Bullet pulled her nipples, twisting gently, his mouth hot against her neck. “Trigger, tell the lady how glorious her tits are.”

Trigger simply growled, his mouth turning hard against hers, his hand between her legs growing insistent, faster. He pressed a second finger inside her, pumping her.

“She’s wet, Trigger, dripping down her legs wet. Christ, we need to move this party upstairs before I bend her over right here in the corridor.”

In the corridor!
Oh God, Bullet’s fingers were so much larger than Trig’s, thicker. He pressed into her, joining Trig’s fingers; her vagina stretched almost painfully when he entered a second one, then he withdrew, leaving her gasping. “She’s fucking hot, Trig. We need to go upstairs now, man.”

He pressed against her back hole, inserting a finger, swirling, withdrawing, dabbling in her slick vagina, then returning. “Have you ever been fucked here, Kailey?” His voice overwhelmed her; Trig’s kisses stunned her silent. She could only nod yes.

“Jesus,” he said, stretching her wider, impaling her in one long, slow thrust with one finger.

She cried out; colors she didn’t know existed swirled in her brain. His fingers moved inside her, long, slow, liquid thrusts. She tightened her arms around his neck, arching against Trig when Bullet lifted her leg, holding her wide open and pressing ever deeper inside her. Trig’s fingers were slick inside her vagina, thrusting deeper until the colors burst. She cried out against his mouth, orgasm licking greedily at her, rocking her against both men, whirling and swirling until there was nothing left of her but a puddle. “Oh, God, Trig.”

* * * *

“My place.” Her voice was distant; her body trembled as Bullet held her, supporting her weight and Trig’s. “I’m parked outside, red SUV.”

“My room would be quicker, or Trigger’s.” He loved the little sounds she made when he touched her. Her nipples were swollen, sensitive. The simple act of pulling her dress into place had her gasping. Damn, she was ready to go again. Her cries of pleasure had hardly stopped ringing in the hallway, and she was arching against Trig, wanting more.

Trig was lost, his eyes veiled with need so dark Bullet really was afraid he would do her right here. “We’re lucky no one came around the corner. Christ, Trigger, we need to move this party to someplace much less public.”

Lust cleared Trig’s eyes in an instant. He rose to his full height and looked around, a horrified look on his face. “Shit, that was out of control.”

“No kidding.” Bullet helped Kailey steady herself on her feet. Her hair was tousled, her eyes overly brilliant, but she seemed presentable otherwise. Trig had a bulge in his trousers, his eyes distant; he looked fine as well. “Where’s your place, Kailey?”

“Half a mile down the street, I rented a house for the month, I wanted more room. King-size bed.” Her words were slightly slurred. She wasn’t drunk; she’d only had one drink that she didn’t finish, so it must the sex. Getting finger-fucked in public seemed to have that effect on more than just her.

“Take me home, Bullet.”

Chapter Seven

“Anything you want, babe. Trig, grab her purse off the floor,” Bullet ordered. Trig seemed to teeter a little as he regained his composure, then he was all business. That was one of the things Bullet admired about him—Trig had always been the poster boy for grace under pressure.

He pulled a wad of bills out of his wallet and thrust them at Trig. “Here man, go settle up with that bartender and let’s get out of here. And hurry. We’ll get the car going.”

“Bullet, there’s a thousand dollars here.” Ever practical, Trig counted the money, straightening the stack.

“Just give it to the guy and hurry up or I’m leaving your ass here while I make sweet love to your woman.” And she was Trig’s woman, there could be no doubt. She’d called his name when she came. Damn, but that made him want her even more, that and Trig’s unwillingness to share her.

Trig didn’t say anything else. He turned on his heel and disappeared into the ballroom where the fight song was playing to the sound of cheering. Bullet didn’t miss the glare he gave him just before he walked away. No, Trig was not happy sharing this one, but whether he was happy or not, he was turned on, more so than any of the times before. “Come on, Kailey, before the party breaks up.”

Bullet took her keys from her and unlocked the driver’s-side door. Instead of helping her inside he opened the back door and all but pushed her in, climbing in behind her. Making out with the valedictorian in the backseat wasn’t a half-bad fantasy, at that.

“Who’s going to drive?” Kailey leaned against the seat, her eyes alight with lust and distrust. He liked that about her. She might not like him, but she sure as hell wanted him.

“Trig will. I want you to myself for a few minutes. Is that all right?” He leaned into her, pressing her back against the seat, his lips on hers. That was the last thing he thought of for a while.

*

He kissed divinely, his tongue dipping into her mouth, drawing hers into a game of thrust and parry. His lips were relentless, closing over hers, suckling her lips into his mouth, her tongue. He ran his hands through her hair, pulling out the clip that contained the massive curls, as he feasted on her.

“There you are.” The front door swung open, and Trig climbed in. Bullet thrust the keys at him. “Son of a bitch!”

“Just shut up and drive. The quicker we get there, the quicker we get naked.” His hand snaked beneath her dress, dragging it up above her breasts. “The quicker you can join me with this scrumptious little morsel.”

Trigger’s eyes raked over her body, watching as Bullet buried his face between her breasts, his hand covering her belly. Her whole body reacted at the intrusion of two thick fingers between her legs; she ran her hands through Bullet’s blond hair nestled at her chest, his greedy mouth sucking her nipples, his fingers gently stroking her below. Orgasm hot and fast consumed her. Before she could come down, Bullet laid her down on the seat and settled his body between her legs. Trig continued to watch, his eyes glazed with lust.

“Trigger—” she focused on him as if willing him to drive “—turn right out of the lot, go past the hotel next door, then five mailboxes. It’s the one with the pink and green mermaid.”

“Okay,” he said, dragging his eyes off her and Bullet for the five minutes it took to pull into the driveway of her rental house.

Kailey felt herself being lifted out of the backseat, her body cradled between the two men, one dark as sin, the other a golden god. She was hallucinating surely, sexually inebriated. That was it—she was drunk, and this was all a dream, one massive doozy of an erotic dream that she couldn’t wake up from. She didn’t want to wake up. She throbbed and pulsed in places she hadn’t known existed—her nipples were swollen, her silk dress coarse against the tortured peaks. Cream dripped down her thighs, slippery, decadent, dirty. She should be ashamed of what she had done that evening. Ashamed to want one man while another pleasured her, ashamed to want that man too. If this was shameful, then by God she didn’t care, she wanted more. Tomorrow she would sort it all out, and tomorrow was a long way off.

Bullet supported her as they walked up the stairs to the house twelve feet off the ground. Trig fumbled with the locks while the salt air filled her lungs. Once inside, she flipped a switch flooding the entire main room with light and proceeded to cross to a second set of stairs to the loft bedroom above, her suitors hot on her heels, Bullet bringing up the rear. Once in her room, Trig moved toward her, again becoming the aggressor. Bullet wrapped her in his long arms from behind.

The climb had cleared her head. She studied them now. Trig, the shorter of the pair, had broader shoulders, a leaner body. Bullet looked down at them both; his powerful muscles rippled beneath the silk shirt he wore. A decadent grin spread across his face, washing both Trig and herself with its brilliance. His eyes lingered on Trig a little longer than he meant to.

“Unzip her dress,” Trig ordered, like before. It was Trig who took the lead calling the shots, and Bullet who did as he was told. Damn, that was sexy as hell. She reached out, grasping the buttons on his shirt. She needed skin, and Trigger tasted so damned good she couldn’t wait to get her mouth on him again. Bullet’s low groan when she stood naked pressed against him brought her attention to the windows overlooking the Gulf. They stood mirrored in the black surface, two fully dressed men and one woman wearing nothing but gold sandals.