Trinity (33 page)

I
listen to Kayla babble on about dinner. She’s making something called smothered chicken. I never expected her to be so domestic. It’s been two weeks since the start of our unconventional relationship and she’s cooked for Reese and me almost every night.

I’ll admit, I was skeptical of the whole idea at first, but being with Kayla every single day—and night—has made me happier than I’ve ever been.

That’s not to say there aren’t obstacles. The rumor mill has already started. People see us show up and leave work together. They also see our incessant flirting. We haven’t copped to anything yet, but sooner or later our secret is going to come out, and I don’t know where that will leave Reese when it does. He needs protection in more ways than one. Needs the heat to stay off his personal life. He has too much at stake. His livelihood is literally on the line. I know his feelings for Kayla are as genuine as mine. The only difference with him, he has another love he’s been committed to his whole life. I wonder how long Kayla is going to measure up. I also wonder how long the novelty of a forbidden romance is going to keep his attention before the lure of the track, the spotlight, and the need for speed draws him away from us. The fact he took a break from racing at all speaks volumes, but Reese isn’t as impulsive as he may seem. He thinks out every detail without you even realizing it. Whatever his endgame, I know one thing for sure. I’ll be the one holding Kayla when the ground bottoms out. I’ll be the one to comfort her. I’ll be the one she chooses.

“What is that?” Kayla and I stare at the intimidating black pickup parked in my driveway.

I tilt my head. “Looks like someone had a busy day.”

“You think?” Her eyebrows are a mile high. “That’s one of the meanest trucks I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, when Reese does something, he always makes a statement.” I turn off my car.

“Hmmm.” She muses as she stares at the F150. I’ll give it to my brother, it is fucking badass.

“What?”

“It’s just funny. You’d think Reese would drive the sports car, and you the pickup.”

“Don’t be fooled. I’ll bet money that truck has a Hemi.”

“I wouldn’t take that bet.” She knows I’m right. Big, bad, and fast describes Reese’s style. Kayla grabs the grocery bags off the floor of my Mustang before she climbs out. I take the opportunity to ogle her ass as the hem of her shirt rides up. She has the perfect bottom. Round, bubbly, and firm. I want to take a bite every time I look at it.

“You coming?” She pops her head into the open passenger side.

“I can guarantee several times tonight.” I smile.

Kayla flutters her eyelashes coquettishly and then slams the door.

Have I mentioned how much I’m loving life?

“It’s about fucking time,” Reese’s voice booms through the house once we enter. “I was about to go stir crazy. Nine to five’s suck.” He leans against the counter in the kitchen.

“Sorry. We can’t all be world famous blowholes. I don’t know what you’re complaining about. It looks like you kept yourself plenty busy.”

“I did, for a little while.” He shrugs, passively.

“Well, if you’re so bored, go make some friends.”

“I have friends,” he opposes childishly. “Knight stopped by to check out my new whip. He was with Tammy.” Reese wiggles his eyebrows at Kayla. “He’s in love.” He covers his heart and makes a kissy face.

“Don’t make fun,” Kayla scolds, hitting his arm with a bag of spinach.

“I’m not. I’m happy for him. Cupid seems to be making his rounds.” Reese leans down and kisses her amorously.

He sure is.

“Do you think you have any more friends for Riley?” he asks.

“Don’t push your luck.
I’m
not Cupid.” She pulls mushrooms out from one of the bags.

I stand behind Kayla as she continues to unload the groceries. I place my hands on her hips and watch as she separates the chicken from the vegetables and cheese.

“What’s on the menu?” Reese asks intrigued.

“Smothered chicken and Caesar salad,” she says sweetly. She’s being coy. Reese and I both know Kayla is anything but sweet.

“No dessert?” I hear the lust thicken his voice.

“Only if you’re good,” she flirts.

“I’m in trouble then.”

“And why is that?” She plays right into his hands.

“Because I’m never good,” Reese rasps in her ear, and I feel Kayla respond. Her body stiffens, and her breathing accelerates.

I take full advantage of the opening and pull her against me, kissing my way down her neck. “I say we skip the chicken and just have you for dinner.” I suck on her skin and grope her breasts, causing her to whimper.

“I second that.” Reese joins in on the action, shifting us to the side so he can capture Kayla’s face and swallow her needy sounds. “I’ve been waiting to bury myself inside you all day,” he huffs between kisses, the temperature in the room rising rapidly. “I’ve been fantasizing about watching you suck Dev’s dick while I fuck you.” Reese takes the reins, which is perfectly fine with me, especially since I like the way he thinks. Kayla doesn’t have time to verbally respond as Reese shoves his tongue back into her mouth, but her receptive moans and body language tells us everything we need to know. She’d do anything to satisfy us. And trust me, we’d do anything to satisfy her. We may treat her like a little sex toy in bed, but we see her as way more than just some piece of ass. She’s our center. We may not have proclaimed it to the world, but Reese and I both know it’s true. This woman links us in a multitude of ways.

“Turn,” he orders, breathless and wanton. On the cusp of losing it. That’s the difference between him and me; he’s fast and furious, where I’m controlled and slow. I like to build up to the excitement until Kayla can’t contain herself. Until she’s begging and crying and aching to come. I haven’t even scratched the surface of what I want to do to her. The heights I want to take her to. She still has no idea who I really am or what I’m really capable of. But soon she’ll know.

Reese bends Kayla over right in the middle of the kitchen. He peels her yoga pants down to her thighs as she fumbles with my zipper. I’m already raring to go. Just the thought of her mouth wrapped around my cock makes pre-cum leak from the head.

“Do it.” I poke her lips as she glances up at me. She slowly takes me all in, the pleasure instant as inch by thickening inch my straining length disappears into the recesses of her mouth. I drop my head and tangle my fingers in her long dark hair, holding on tight as she sucks gently.

“So wet already.” Reese massages Kayla’s clit while he strokes himself. “You like Dev’s cock in your mouth?” I drop my head forward and watch as he lines up behind her and then plunges into her pussy. The force of his hips pushes her forward, eliciting a moan and driving my cock deeper. She gags slightly as the head brushes against the back of her throat, but I hold her steady. The depths of her warm, wet passage unparalleled. I keep my cock right there, grazing her tonsils as Reese fucks her.

“You like me inside your pussy, too?” Reese latches onto her hips. I can see her arousal glisten on his erection as he eagerly slides in and out of her. The only response she’s capable of is a stifled moan. She looks so helpless sandwiched between us. Trapped on both ends, as the two of us use her body in unison, reaping it for all the pleasure it’s worth.

Reese starts to pump faster, already losing himself in the feel of Kayla’s honeyed arousal. I don’t hold it against him; it’s easy to do.

“Fuck, baby, it’s too good.” His firm thrusts cause her to climb a peak. “Give me what I fucking want.” His hips slap against her ass. Her mouth working overtime on my cock. Kayla squirms and moans, the vibrations of her mouth bringing me dangerously close. “Kayla, I need to feel you come. I need to feel that sweet juice pour all over my cock.” Reese is close to erratic as he forces demands on her body. Kayla sucks in air through her nose desperately as she swallows my cock and endures Reese’s beating on her body. She sinks her nails into my ass when she finally comes, muffled sounds of ecstasy trapped in her throat. Her mouth is so hot and tight, it feels like a wet clamp locked around my cock. Reese and I both groan animalistically as we exploit Kayla’s body, manipulating it the way we want for our own personal pursuit of pleasure.

My limbs tingle with pins and needles as Kayla swallows every last drop of my cum. I uncoil from the convulsing sensations as a tiny string of spit follows Kayla’s lips as she detaches from me. Goddamn, this woman.

She can barely stand by the time we’re done with her.

Reese holds her up as she gazes at me with a glassy look in her eyes.

“Are you alive?” I ask, supremely satisfied by the euphoric expression on her face.

She smirks drowsily, snuggling up in Reese’s arms. “Barely.”

I revel in her contentment, pulling her disheveled clothes from her body.

“What are you doing?”

“Undressing you. I prefer you naked. That might become a new house rule. You, always naked.”

“Oh, yeah?” She giggles as I pull her t-shirt off. “I prefer clothes on when I have to cook.”

“Tonight, we’ll cook. You go relax.”

Kayla suddenly becomes more alert. “Really?”

“Really.” I glance at Reese, and he nods.

“As long you’re naked,” he adds.

Kayla sags in Reese’s arms. “I love you.” She sighs, then immediately stiffens. She looks at me wide-eyed. “I mean . . . not . . . love . . . like
love
. . . um . . .” She stumbles all over her words. It’s adorable.

I laugh, my insides kindling. “I love you, too.” I kiss her gently.

“I love you, three,” Reese follows suit.

“Oh, my. Now I really do need to sit down.” Kayla’s cheeks are burning bright red.

“Too much too fast?” Reese questions.

“No.” She rubs up against him while touching my chest. “Just more than I ever hoped for.”

“We’re yours, baby.” Reese kisses her collarbone. “The dark road that’s one hell of a ride.”

“I’ll never deny that.”

W
hat’s it like to be in love with two men? Scary, exciting, maddening, enlivening.

It’s passion, sin, and sanctuary. It’s also becoming my life.

I don’t recognize this new person, this new side. But I like it. I like the idea of having a secret. Of the illicit love affair. I love all the things Reese and Dev give to me, do to me. They make me want to be dirty, while at the same time forcing me to
feel
. I haven’t allowed myself that luxury in a long time. But they demand it, and I have no qualms about giving them what they want. Whatever they want, whenever they want it.

I stir my coffee slowly, fantasizing about Dev’s hands and Reese’s lips as I wait for Sam. She was adamant about meeting for breakfast, so here I sit at Lou’s. It’s a beautiful morning, warmer than usual for late November, but still cool enough for sweaters and boots. The sky is blazing with pinks and oranges as the sun rises over the horizon. This is always my favorite time of day. Pure peace, beauty, and vitality.

The door chimes sound forcefully, causing me to look over my shoulder. Sam strides toward me dressed in a black pantsuit and long trench coat. She plops down, motioning to the waitress for some coffee.

“Morning.” I react to her unusual energy. She isn’t the cool, calm, and collected woman I know her to be. Her skin is pale, there are bags under her eyes, and her hair is greasy. Very unlike Sam.

“Are you okay?” I ask, concerned. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her like this.

“I’m fine.” She sniffs as the waitress drops off her coffee. “I’ve been on a stakeout all night.”

“It didn’t go well I take it?”

“Oh, no, it did. Very well.” She dumps a boatload of sugar into her cup and a spot of cream.

“Well, what’s so important that you needed to see me?” Her appearance and her actions are highly concerning.

Sam glances around the barren room before she leans over the tabletop. “Does anyone know you sent me that picture? Is there any way it can be traced back to you?”

“Ah, no. No one knew I took it or sent it. Except you.”

“Okay, good.” She takes a long sip of coffee.

“Sam, what’s going on?” She’s scaring the hell out of me.

“I can’t say right now. I just want to make sure that you have no involvement with what happens next.”

I stare at my aunt. I haven’t seen her at all in the last month. With her crazy work schedule and my crazy life, we’ve barely had time to text each other.

“Should I be worried?” I ask.

“No, sweetie.” She puts a hand over mine. “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep you safe.”

“I didn’t mean me, Sam. Should I be worried about you?”

She huffs. “Kayla, I chose a dangerous job. We both need to make peace with that.”

“Sam, you’re scaring the shit out of me.”

“Good. Fear is good. It makes you remember you’re alive. And I want you to live, Kayla.”

“I am living.” For the first time, in a long time, I am.

“Good.” She squeezes my hand. “Now that that’s out of the way, let’s order. I’m starving.” She enlarges her eyes at the menu.

I stare at her blankly.

Is she being serious right now?