The Sextet - Dirty Dancing [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (24 page)

She washed down the creamy goodness with a long swallow of wine as her toes pushed down the drain plug lever. Accepting that she didn’t need to micromanage her love life, she stood and reached for a towel.

* * * *

Brand’s pulse jumped at the click of the bathroom door. Laynie had finished in the tub and would join Reese and him in the guest room in a few seconds. Nerves knotted his stomach. The encounter at her studio seemed surreal compared to the preparations they’d made to spend the night with the woman they loved. What if she changed her mind?
No. No negative thoughts. No doubts. No questions.

Looking back, he could easily see how they’d arrived here. He and Reese and Laynie had dated like a normal couple without realizing it. They’d eaten a lot of meals together over the last eight months. They shopped for the house, counted on each other for support and help. He’d been blind not to notice the special bond. The three of them belonged in this house, in this bed.

“She’s almost here.” His brother’s whisper brought him out of his contemplation.

Brand nodded. “Everything’s ready.”

She appeared in the doorway, wearing one of his shirts and a pair of Reese’s boxers. God, he’d never seen a sexier woman in his life. Those long legs, a single button keeping him from viewing her fantastic tits, her hair piled on top of her head. The tension had disappeared from her shoulders and her eyes. This night would be the first of many.

“You guys have been busy.” She took a step into the room. “More candles, a fire in the fireplace, the bed turned down.”

Reese held out a hand to her as she moved closer. “Did you enjoy your bath?”

Taking his hand, she reached for Brand’s. “I would’ve have liked company, but I can see you had things to do.”

“Reese and I would’ve had to clean bath water off the floor if we’d joined you. I’m not in the mood to clean.” Brand lifted his free hand to her cheek and leaned for a slow, deep kiss. Her tongue slid along his, teasing and demanding and sending a jolt to his cock.

“Mmm.” Her moan vibrated through his jaw, a moan from more than a passionate kiss.

Is Reese touching her?
Easing back from her mouth, his gaze followed his brother’s arm to where it entered the lower edge of her shirt. “Do you like when he plays with your nipples, Laynie? I love watching him make you squirm.” Gently squeezing their linked fingers, he slid his other hand from her cheek, down her chest to the button holding the shirt closed. With a simple flick, it opened. His dick stiffened in his jeans. “Do you want Reese to suck them? Personally, I’d like to taste your pretty pussy.”

“Yes.” Her breathy murmur almost sent him over the edge.

“I think we need to get rid of our clothes.” In one quick movement, Reese’s sweatshirt came off and fell to the floor. “All of us.”

His brother had the right idea. Brand hooked his thumbs in Laynie’s boxers, shoving them down her thighs. He couldn’t resist dipping a finger into her folds. Warm, wet juice coated his skin. After a quick swipe through her slit, he popped his finger into his mouth. “Mmm. I can’t wait to go down on you.”

* * * *

Julayne fought to stay standing, her muscles turning to rubber with that rub across her swollen clit. “I want to give Reese that blowjob I promised him, but first I need an appetizer.”

Holding onto Reese’s arm, she kicked out of the loose boxers. He reached out to push the shirt off her shoulders while Brand stripped out of his pants. They were all naked again. Two amazing erections stood at attention, ready for action. They wanted her as much as she wanted them.

She knelt in front of Brand, tracing the raised vein on his beautiful shaft then circling the head. A shiny drop of fluid seeped from the tip. Leaning forward, she licked it off before taking him between her lips. Salty. Tangy. Hard. She slid down his length until she couldn’t swallow any more of him. Up, down. Up, down. He groaned long and low.

“Our Laynie has a very talented mouth, doesn’t she, Brand?” Reese’s voice surprised her by its closeness. She glanced to the left in time to see him duck beneath the arm she held out to cup his brother’s balls. His mouth closed over her breast, his tongue flicking across her nipple, making her muscles contract.

“Fuck, yes.” Brand wove his fingers through her hair. “Pleasant torture.”

She tongued the ridge on the underside of his penis as she slowly pulled back to the swollen head. God, to make him come in her mouth would be incredibly arousing, but Reese’s attentions broke her concentration. An electric current zinged back and forth between her nipple and her vagina.

Brand’s hips rocked forward then back as he withdrew from her mouth and offered her a hand. “My turn to taste you, Laynie. Come on, Reese. Time to move to the bed.”

She let him help her stand then crawled on her hands and knees to the center of the queen bed. She hid her smile. Had they enjoyed the view?

“Damn, I want a picture of that ass for my desk.” Her white knight was an ass man.

Propping a couple pillows against the headboard, she settled back, spreading her legs and raising her knees to give him a straight shot at his target.

“I don’t know. I kind of like the full-body pose myself. She looks better than any centerfold I’ve ever seen.” Her dark hero winked at her. “And she’s real.”

* * * *

Reese climbed onto the bed next to Laynie, ready to get back to her beautiful tits. Hell, he could spend hours sucking those rosy nipples and watching her respond.

“You guys aren’t so bad, either. My own pair of Chippendales.” Her wicked grin made his dick twitch and his heart race.

“We’re all yours to do with as you please.” He lowered his mouth to the closest firm, rosy bud.

“Mmm. I’m yours to share, so what’re you waiting for, Brand?”

A drawer opened behind Reese. The night table. His brother evidently needed a condom for what he had in mind. The tear of the wrapper. Was he going for ass again? Or maybe pussy this round? Either way, Reese wanted to watch.

“In a hurry, Laynie?” Footsteps sounded, and a moment later Brand appeared at the foot of the bed. The mattress shifted as he belly-crawled toward her. “Are you wet and achy for tongue and cock?”

“Yes.”

Reese recognized anticipation, impatience, and desire in her breathy voice. A couple minutes of licking and she’d come all over Brand’s face like she had his at her studio.

His brother kissed a path up her inner thigh. She arched and squirmed, clearly ready for him to find her clit. Reese let go of her tit to press his lips against hers, tracing their outline with his tongue then plunging inside. She moaned into his mouth. Brand must’ve gotten to the good stuff. Moving back to her breast, he glanced down to see his brother’s face buried in her neatly trimmed bush. Reese flicked her hard nipple several times in quick succession before nibbling on the tasty treat with gentle nips of his teeth.

“That feels so good.” Laynie’s panting warmed his forehead. “I love having both of you touching me. God, I’m so close. Don’t stop. Don’t stop! Oh, God!”

She bowed off the bed, her body shaking and trembling with the orgasm. He sucked her nipple harder, trying to prolong her pleasure. Finally, she collapsed against the pillows, and he released her. Brand climbed up to kiss her neck.

She turned toward him. “I want you inside me.” Then she looked back to Reese. “I want your cock in my mouth while Brand fucks me.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Slipping a leg between her back and the pillows, he lowered her head to his thigh. With a slight angling of her neck and her mouth, they’d be in position for the blowjob of his life. Why the hell hadn’t they considered sharing her sooner? With two of them, they could touch more of her, please her better, and…both get the girl.

* * * *

Laynie’s juicy cunt called to Brand. He’d loved tasting her and making her come with his mouth, but now he needed to slide his dick into her tight tunnel. Her lips hovered over Reese’s cock, a sight so fucking erotic he couldn’t believe he’d never thought of this scenario before she’d suggested it. They both loved her. She loved them both. Why should she have to choose?

Her hand snaked down her stomach, diving into her wet pussy. She lifted a shiny finger to his brother’s mouth. “A taste for you and a taste for me.” Her lips closed over his erection. “Mmm.”

Holy shit. Brand couldn’t take another second of watching. Time to participate. He hooked his elbows under her knees and shoved himself balls-deep into her. Her muscles tightened around him, and she moaned again. God, fucking her ass had been great, but being in her pussy rocked his world. He didn’t need sounds or words to know she was close. His brother, too.
Now.

“Damn, I love your mouth.” Her tits filled Reese’s palms, and he rubbed his thumbs across her nipples. “Suck me off, sweetheart. Brand’s about to explode. He’s going to pound into you, and we’re going to all come together again. You ready?”

Her moan was signal enough for Brand. He withdrew until only the tip of his cock remained inside her then pounded into her, letting waves of tingles wash over him. “Now! God, now, Laynie! Suck him hard!”

Her pussy spasmed and milked him as her cry mixed with Reese’s. His brother jerked and stiffened, and Brand shot his wad, yelling from his own orgasm. Fuck, sex had never been this good with any other woman. She was unlike any other woman. He pushed deep one more time and collapsed on top of Laynie. Nuzzling his face into the gorgeous mess of her hair, he fought to catch his breath.

“I love you, sweetheart.” Reese’s soft admission echoed everything in Brand’s heart.

“I love you, too, Laynie.” He and Reese moved to lie on each side of her and shared a meaningful look.

“I love you guys.”

Brand nodded. “You ask her.”

“Ask me what?” She blinked sleepily at him.

Reese kissed her cheek. “Will you move in with us? Marrying both of us isn’t exactly a legal option, so we want you to live with us.”

Brand kissed her other cheek. “You helped us decorate every room in this house. You belong here, although we’re probably going to need a bigger bed. Want to start designing the master bedroom?”

With a sniffle, Laynie pressed her lips to Reese’s and then turned to Brand. “I’d love to move in and share a bed with both of you every night.”

“Perfect.” He touched his lips to hers. “We need to celebrate. I’ll be right back.”

Grinning at his brother, he rolled out of bed. He jogged to the bathroom to dispose of the used condom then headed downstairs for the bottle of cabernet and two more glasses.
This is better than some sappy happily ever after that’ll end in divorce. Three is
not
a crowd.

Chapter 7

Snuggling into the blankets, Julayne bumped into an immovable body.
My dark hero.
She reached behind her. Another solid wall of muscle.
My white knight.
She draped an arm over Brand’s waist and curved into Reese’s chest, his semi-erect penis nestled between her butt cheeks.

She smiled. What a wonderful way to start the day after an amazing night. They’d drunk a toast to their new relationship, one based on love and friendship and an unbreakable bond. All through the night, her lovers had kept her close between them.

A faint pounding brought her to edge of wakefulness. Was someone hammering next door at—she lifted her head to see over Brand’s shoulder to the bedside table clock—nine o’clock on a Saturday morning? The banging stopped. She lowered her head to the pillow, wiggling to get comfortable again.

Clunk!

Reese groaned. “Who the hell is making all that noise?” He wrapped his arm around her stomach, pulling her snug against his morning salute and kissing her hair. “Morning, sweetheart.”

Rolling over, Brand reached for her, pressing his lips to her forehead. “Morning, Laynie. Quit hogging our girl.”

She smiled at his teasing tone. “There’s enough to go around.”

Creeeak.

He pushed up on his elbow. “Shit, somebody’s on the stairs!”

“Reese? Brand? Are you here?” Julayne recognized their visitor’s voice.
Oh, God.
“You’re not still in bed, are you?”

Pulling the covers over all their heads, Reese seemed to think they could hide. “Fuck! Mom’s here!”

“What the…?” The voice grew louder. “Okay, which one of you has an overnight guest? You knew I was coming over this morning with the new—”