Texas Tangle (20 page)

He chuckled as he stroked a knuckle down her cheek, then lifted her head so she was forced to look at his face. The blue of his eyes darkened and flashed. “I’m sure, baby. I’d be an idiot to turn down an opportunity to make love with you.”

Not fuck you. Make love with you.
She understood the difference. If there had been any last lingering doubts about the threesome, his statement would have squashed them completely.

Without breaking eye contact, he murmured, “Dillon, are
you
sure about this?”

“
I’m
sure about it,” she murmured. Making sure he still watched her, she bent down and licked up his shaft, swirling her tongue around the swollen head.

His touch gentle, Dillon stroked her behind. “Suck him down, baby. Show him how good you are with your tongue.”

Lowering herself to her elbows, she slid the head between her lips and gently sucked. Brett groaned, his fingers tangled in her hair, pressing her down. She increased the pressure and took him deep into her mouth. Dillon played with her clit at the same time. Giving head had always turned her on, but to be played with by someone else at the same time she had a cock filling her mouth doubled the intensity of her own needs.

As if he knew what she needed, Dillon settled himself between her legs. Instead of the cock she’d expected to part her pussy, his beard rasped the tender inner skin of her thighs. Seconds later, his tongue lapped at her labia. She parted her legs, giving Dillon better access. He held her hips steady as he made a meal of her.

She hummed in approval around Brett’s shaft and stuck her hips back toward Dillon, rotating them as much as she could. At first she felt awkward, afraid she’d bite down on Brett’s shaft as Dillon teased her clit.

“It’s all right, baby, I’ve got you.” Brett held her head in his hands and assumed control, thrusting his cock in time with Dillon’s licking.

Chuckling, she swallowed him deep again, using her tongue to tease the sensitive head as it slid past. The first cracks in Brett’s control appeared; he started panting, his hips lifting from the mattress, jamming his shaft against the back of her throat. If she could do nothing else for him, she’d give him everything she had tonight.

Dillon’s noisy slurping soon became all she heard as his tongue hit all the right spots. Brett pulled her off of him, letting her concentrate on her own pleasure. Panting, her body tightened as she ground against his face, her orgasm rocketing through her until her head spun and left her dizzy.

Opening her eyes, she discovered Brett staring at her as if she were a chocolate cheesecake he wanted to devour.

“She’s beautiful when she comes, isn’t she?” Dillon scooched up the bed until he was lying beside her, a smug look on his face.

“Damned straight she’s beautiful.” Brett tightened his grip on her head, lifting it until her mouth hovered over his cock. “My turn.”

Her body still trembling from her own orgasm, she cupped his balls and rolled them. Stroked the spot right behind them. A bead of pre-come welled at the tip of his cock. Her tongue curled over the engorged head, lapping him clean as delicately as a cat. Sweat beaded on his upper lip when she sucked the entire head between her lips, using her tongue to stroke around the edges.

“Baby, have you ever stroked a guy’s prostate?” he growled, his voice as rough as gravel.

She pulled off him. “You want me to do that to you?”

“Yeah. Suck on your finger, then insert it real slow.”

Following his directions, she stroked around the tight hole while watching him. Was he really trusting her to do this? What if she hurt him?

He met her gaze, his eyes swirling with a smoldering lust that hinted at secrets she’d not yet begun to discover. “Do it, baby. You won’t hurt if you go slow.”

His eyes closed as she stretched him, his breathing changing to hard pants. Sweat beaded on his forehead until it shone. Once her finger was fully buried in his tight passage, he pressed her mouth back over his cock. “Suck it down, baby. And stroke me inside. Can you feel where?”

She nodded then slipped her lips down his shaft once again. Each time she stroked his prostate, he bucked beneath her. She sucked harder, needing him to lose all control, wanting him to know that his pleasure was just as important as hers.

“Ah, fuck! Yeah!” Brett’s hips surged up until the head of his cock hit the back of her mouth, his come jettisoning down her throat. Glorying that she’d made him lose control, she swallowed the pulsing releases. Though his come was thicker, it tasted sweeter than Dillon’s salty essence. She swallowed it down, licking the last traces off with gentle swipes.

Once his cock softened, he stroked her hair. There was a softness in his expression that spoke of love and passion.

Nikki stroked the bruises on Brett’s ribs. “Are you all right?”

He cupped her jaw and pulled her down to him. “I’ll be fine.”

She nuzzled his face, his beard scraping her cheek. “Liar.”

His lips were still tilted into a smile when he captured her mouth with his. He worshipped her with his mouth and his tongue, needing no words to tell her how he felt.

When Dillon caressed her back, she broke off the kiss and turned to him. His eyes were as dark as Brett’s were light, filled with an intensity that took her breath from her. He lowered his head, his lips grazing hers, his taste mingling with Brett’s.

“I love you, Nik.” The warmth of his breath as it wafted over her cheek wound around her heart, binding him to her. She slipped to the side until she was lying between them. Dillon caught her mouth with his again. By the time they parted, they were both panting, Dillon’s erection pressing hard against her mound.

“Turn over, babe.”

Dillon lifted her on her hands and knees, then slid behind her until the front of his thighs slid slick against the backs of hers. Grasping her hips hard, he rode her hard, the only sound in the room the wet sound of his balls slapping her clit, his harsh breath and her moans.

Nikki lost her breath when his cock jerked inside her channel, her muscles clamping around him, holding him, forcing him to work to withdraw each time. The friction created an agonizing pleasure that had her sobbing in need.

“Look at Brett, Nik. Let him see what you look like when you come.”

Not knowing where she got the strength to obey him, she forced her eyes open.

“Oh, baby, you’re so beautiful,” Brett whispered. His cock jerked against his belly, as if confirming his statement.

She gave up trying to think when Brett reached beneath her and rolled her clit. The pressure sent her over the edge, her pussy milking Dillon’s cock as her muscles contracted around him.

Her orgasm triggered Dillon’s and he thrust once more, shouting as his cock pulsed deep inside her.

As Dillon pumped into her, Brett supported Nikki, holding her shaking body as she rode out her orgasm. How he wished he’d been the one to make her come, to make her eyes glaze over the way they were right now.

He wanted to go down on her pretty pussy and taste her—he’d been in too much of a hurry to take the time the other night. He wanted to stab his tongue into her, to have her legs wrapped him again, her fingernails scoring his back as he buried his cock deep inside her. He wanted to feel her spasm around him as she came, to empty himself into her until his balls were bone dry. Then he wanted to mount her and do it all over again.

Though Nikki might not have realized it, he’d noticed just who had been the one to make love to her. Oh, sure Dillon had let her give Brett a blow job, but he’d kept the prize for himself. He wanted more than Dillon had granted him. He wanted all of Nikki. To himself.

The blow job she’d given him had been fantastic. Her sticking her finger up his ass had surprised him—he figured she’d be too shy. What else would she want to try, let him do? What had she done with Dillon already?

Dillon pulled out of her with a wet sucking sound and staggered into the bathroom muttering, “Be right back. Gotta get rid of this rubber.”

Two seconds later, Nikki pulled away too, telling him she had to clean up as well. Left alone in Dillon’s bedroom, Brett stared at the ceiling.

In the other room he could hear Dillon say something that had Nikki giggling. They were his two best friends, yet he’d never felt so alone.

Why the hell had Dillon suggested this? And what the hell would happen tomorrow when they had to face each other in the light of day? Despite Dillon’s earlier assertion about not having any regrets, he wondered if he would find himself kicked to the curb again the next morning?

Would Nikki have second thoughts about two guys who would willingly share her?

By agreeing to Dillon’s goddamned impulsive suggestion, would he lose any hope of a future with Nikki? With either of them?

“What’s the matter, buddy?” Dillon crawled up to his side of the bed and flopped down on his pillow. “You look like you lost your best friend.”

Gee, why would I think that?
He couldn’t tamp down the sarcasm boiling inside. “You beat the tar out of me for kissing her, Dill. What the hell are you going to do when you decide you regret tonight?”

“I was eighteen and stupid. I promise you, buddy, I’m not gonna regret tonight. Ever.” Dillon lifted himself up on one elbow and watched as Nikki returned from the bathroom. “Nik? I think Brett’s worried we’re gonna kick him out. You got any regrets?”

Nikki snuggled up to Brett, smiling that same beautiful smile she’d given Dillon in the kitchen a few days before. His heart lodged in his throat, realizing it was all for him. Maybe he’d still be around tomorrow. Maybe he still had a chance with her.

She shook her head, causing her hair to brush over his chest in an erotic caress that had his cock hardening again. “Why would I regret showing you just how much I love you both?”

Emotions swamping him at her pronouncement, Brett swallowed hard. He threw one arm over his eyes, unwilling to let either of them see the emotion he couldn’t keep from his expression. It was either that or let the tears that prickled beneath his lids spill down his cheeks for everyone to see. He hadn’t let himself cry since he was a kid. He’d learned early not to show any type of emotion, and he couldn’t let her—anyone, even Dillon—know how she affected him. He couldn’t give anyone that type of power ever again. Yet here she was, bit by bit, pulling down the barriers he’d built.

If Nikki chose Dillon instead of him, it was going to hurt worse than any beating his father had given him. Even if she did choose him, he doubted Dillon would be as magnanimous in defeat as he’d promised. Either way he’d lose—in winning Nikki’s love, he’d lose Dillon’s friendship. If she chose Dillon over him, he couldn’t be able to bear watching the two of them together knowing she’d loved him, just not loved him enough.

She shifted until she was draped over top of him again, her body a comforting blanket. Something brushed his cheek. “Hey, are you okay?”

Her simple touch shattered the remaining walls. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as if she would float away if he didn’t.

“I love you,” he whispered, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. He held his breath once he realized what he’d done, the power over him he’d handed her.

“I love you too.” There was no hesitation to her words, no equivocation that left room for doubt.

He opened his eyes and found her watching him, her eyes still heavy from her arousal, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen from taking his cock between them. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

Then he realized what she’d said—and who else had heard. Dillon met his gaze evenly. He swallowed against the joy and relief filling him. No matter what came out of tonight, he wasn’t going to lose Dillon’s friendship. Maybe, just for tonight, he could share his love with them both.

Holding Nikki’s head between his hands, he captured her lips with his, thrusting his tongue in her mouth with a hunger he’d never known before. His hands roamed over her body, memorizing the spots that drew a reaction. He savored the tiny gasps and moans when he found a particularly erogenous zone. He growled with delight when she rubbed her mound against his erection.

Flipping her onto her back, he worked his way down her body, letting his lips and tongue hit the spots he’d identified earlier as turning her on. The smooth skin of her belly, a half inch below her navel, the sensitive dent just above her hips on either side of her soft curls. He grazed his beard over the tender skin of her thighs until her legs splayed open, allowing him access to her swollen pussy. The musky fragrance of her arousal rose up and filled his senses until his head spun.

Dillon rolled on his side and began to play with Nikki’s breasts. “You mind if I join in?”

Nikki answered the question by pulling Dillon’s head to her breast. Brett closed his eyes, concentrating on teasing Nik’s engorged clit, licking her essence. He shoved his hands beneath her hips and lifted her to his mouth. Her body trembled each time he flicked his tongue over her folds, teasing her.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and onto her mound, mixing with her dew. He groaned when her hips arched, pressing her into his face, coating his cheeks and jaw in her juices. She tasted so fucking good—no peach at the height of ripeness tasted as sweet. A man would never go hungry with access to such sweetness.

When her hands started fisting the covers, he stiffened his tongue and stabbed it into her, then withdrew it and sucked her clit. Over and over he repeated the action, driving her until she writhed beneath him. Sure she was approaching her orgasm, he looked up, needing to see her lose herself in pleasure again.

“Brett, please. I want you in me. Brett, please.” Her breathy plea, using
his
name, not Dillon’s, had him closing his eyes. There was no way he could let them see how much it meant to him that she’d beg him with such need. Such love.

Dillon rolled across the bed, grabbed a condom from the night table and tossed it to him. His hands trembling, Brett ripped the package and rolled it on. He poised himself above her, but hesitated, watching to see if Dillon would stop them.