Trinity (40 page)

“When did you become so poetic?” Kayla tries to hide her flattered expression.

“When I met a woman who gave the word love a definition,” I reiterate. Because it’s the truest of truths. Love was on the same meaningless level as fuck until Kayla.

“Your sentimental side is turning me on.” She crawls on top of me.

“I did promise love after fuck.” I run my hands up her thighs.

“How about we translate those words into action?” She leans over and kisses me. A white-hot, jaw-stretching embrace. I drive my tongue into her mouth as our hips surge, the friction of her wet folds re-hardening my cock.

“Take this fucking shirt off already before I tear it in two.”

Kayla, slowly, teasingly, sheds the shirt from her body.

“Much better.” I slip myself inside her, idolizing her perfect, naked form. I sit up, massaging both breasts, torturing each nipple as she drops her head back and rocks her hips. I lick and nip and pull with my teeth until she’s moaning. Until I’m hard as fuck and we’re grinding slowly. I relish every second I’m inside her. Her soft sighs my kryptonite. I reach around and press on the plug while she rides me.

“That’s it, baby.” We rock together, gradually and deeply, Kayla encircled tightly in my arms. “I want to feel all your love.”

I
haven’t been able to think about anything but Kayla all damn day. The woman drives me bat-shit crazy without even trying.

All I keep picturing is that jeweled plug lodged in her ass, and how fucking perfect that primed hole is going to feel when I sink the entire length of my cock into it.

I walk through the front door ready to strip right in the foyer. I kick a black leather bag next to the door as I enter, and my stomach drops. I know who it belongs to, and he wasn’t scheduled to get home until late tonight.

“Kayla?” I raise my voice as I climb the stairs, anxious all of a sudden.

It’s dusk, so a soft light is overflowing through the house. I walk into my bedroom, and I’m struck with rage as hot as a bolt of white lightning.

“You’re home,” Kayla purrs, popping her head up from the pillow, her and Reese’s naked limbs tangled together on the bed. “We’ve been waiting for you.” She reaches out to me, but I’m frozen in place. Seeing her laying there with Reese does something inexplicable. It makes me tremble with an unidentifiable emotion.

“Dev?” Kayla beckons me again, and I manage to get my feet to move.

I prowl slowly over to the bed, shedding my clothes as I go. I keep my sole focus on Kayla, watching a lustful smile spread across her face.

She sits up, helping me push down my boxer briefs as I climb onto the mattress. Once they disappear, I clamp her face in my hands and kiss her deep and hard, invading her mouth with my tongue, claiming what’s mine.

“Have you been a good girl?” I ask, anger bubbling.

“No,” she answers. “I was very, very naughty.”

I glance over at Reese, who is just lying there grinning.

“You two have been having fun without me,” he states.

I wish it would stay that way.
The insidious thought infects my brain.

I ignore Reese and concentrate solely on Kayla. I’ve been fantasizing about her all day, and I want what I want. Which is her.

“Flip over.” I’m rough with her, but I can’t help it. I’m buzzing with need and something else, something dangerous.

She climbs onto Reese, displaying her ass to me and the little jeweled plug. At least she managed to listen on that front.

I press on the jewel, Kayla moaning from the pressure.

“You ready for me, butterfly?” My voice is hoarse with lust and restrained aggression.

“Suck my cock, baby.” Reese strokes his growing shaft.

“No,” Kayla denies him. “I want you both. I need you both inside me.”

Her request heightens my anger. I’ve never had a problem sharing before, but presently, it’s making me enraged. I ignore the foreign feelings, solely focusing on Kayla’s ripe little ass.

“Who am I to deny you?” Reese pulls her face down, French kissing her as he flexes his hips and sinks into her pussy. My vision goes blurry, and my breathing accelerates. I don’t feel like myself.

“Dev,” Kayla’s desperate voice pulls me back as she rides my brother. “Hurry.” She looks over her shoulder enticingly. Communicating she wants me as much as him.

It doesn’t quell the agitated feeling, but it does spur me on, the plug taunting me to fuck her like I’ve wanted to all day.

I palm one ass cheek, slowly running my hand over the curve of her behind. I pull at the plug; Kayla widens her legs straddled over Reese, preparing for me. Her wanton sighs giving me multiple kinds of chills. Good, bad, and indifferent, but the lure of her ass cloaks my animosity. I pull the plug from her body, her stretched little hole ensnaring me. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. I lick my hand, lubing my cock with spit, then, without hesitation, dive into her. I sink in all in one shot, the reverberation affecting us all. The engulfing sensation of her elasticized hole shoots straight to my balls, spurring me to move.

The sound Kayla makes as she accepts me is one I’ve never heard before. It’s a mix of breathy excitement and unseen shock. She stills on Reese’s chest as her body adjusts to the jolt and my thick, pistoning cock.

“Fuck, Kayla.” I thrust with a clenched jaw, my whole body locked up tight.

“Oh God, I missed this,” she respires as Reese and I find a rhythm.

“You love our cocks inside you. Filling you all up?” Reese traps Kayla’s face, kissing her as we fuck.

“I just love you.” I feel like a third wheel as they connect, more anger rising up. “Both of you.” She barely forces the last part out. “Reese,” she strains, sending me over the edge. It’s my name she should be saying and only my cock bringing her pleasure. I punch my hips harder, digging in as deep as I can. I don’t even withdraw; just keep pushing forward until all she feels is me.

“Dev!” Kayla reaches around and sinks her nails into my thigh. “Dev, that hurts!” She shrieks, but it’s too late to stop because an orgasm has already seized me. I black out, coming viciously, Kayla’s tense ass strangling me tightly.

There are echoes of voices as the shockwave passes.

“Dev! Dev! Devlin, get off her!” Reese’s voice breaks through the barrier.

I scurry back, nearly falling off the bed. My eyes focus on Reese’s pissed off face and Kayla’s fresh tears. What the fuck just happened?

“What’s up with you, man? You hurt her!”

My bewildered gaze jumps between them before I bound off the bed and scoop up my clothes.

I leave without a word, spooked out of my mind.

I
pace the parking garage like a stalkerish girlfriend, because that’s exactly what I’ve been reduced to. I don’t know what the fuck happened last night.

One minute, everything was fine; the stars were aligned with all three of us back together, and then, chaos. At one point, I thought Dev was going to rip me open. I’m actually still in a little pain, but it’s nothing compared to the confusion and worry shredding apart my insides. I texted him twenty times after he left with not a single response, and today at work, he’s avoided me at all costs. It’s killing me. So I’ve been stalking his car for the last half hour waiting for him to leave the hospital. I’m hiding by the back end of the Mustang, so he doesn’t see me until it’s too late. There’s no avoiding me now, and the expression on his face conveys he knows that.

He stops short a good three feet away. The physical and emotional distance breaks my fucking heart.

This isn’t the Dev I know—the one who can barely keep his hands off me, who now won’t even come near me. We stare at each other silently, his big blue eyes guarded.

“Are you going to tell me what the hell happened last night?” I cut to the chase. I have to know.

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he just stands there quietly working his jaw.

I wait impatiently for an answer. “Dev.” I take a forceful step forward.

“Kayla, don’t.” He puts his hand up, stopping me from running into his arms.

“Don’t what? Talk to you? Look at you? Touch you?”

“Yes, all of it.” His voice is pained.

“Why?” I whisper, crushed.

“Because . . .” He struggles to explain. “Things are just different.”

“Different how?”

“I just can’t.”

“Can’t what?” I demand.

“Share you!” he shouts, his voice echoing like a sonic boom.

“What?” I’m left shocked.

“I don’t want to share you anymore.” He lays it all out for me. Clear and concise. As sharp as a blade.

“I don’t understand. Then what do you want?”

He grills me hard, and suddenly, I realize. “Oh, you want me to choose?”

“It’s the only way. Last night was a testament. I couldn’t stand seeing you with him. It sent me right off the deep end when I heard you moan his name . . .” He glowers like the memory is excruciating. “When you told him you that you loved him . . .”

“I said I loved both of you,” I painfully remind him.

“I want to be the only one.”

I shake my head, disbelieving. “I don’t know what you want me to say.” Choosing isn’t an option for me. Not when I love them both.

“I want you to say you choose me.” He bangs his chest with a closed fist. “I want you to tell me the last two months changed you the same way they changed me.”

“They did change me. They made me love you more, but they didn’t make me love Reese less. And I can’t choose. I won’t. I love both of you. I’m committed to both of you.”

“How long do you think what the three of us have is going to last?” he snaps, enraged. “The rest of our lives? You going to marry us both? Have both our children?”

I have no response, because I haven’t thought that far into the future, but apparently, Dev has.

“Reese is nothing but a heartache waiting to happen. He’s going to hurt you, Kayla. Mark my words. There are things about him you don’t know. Get out while you still can. Choose me. Right now. And we can start a life together. A rock-solid life with no secrets.”

“Reese doesn’t keep secrets from me.”

“Yes, he does, Kayla. He loves racing more than anything. More than you, and one day, it’ll come between you, or worse, just completely take him away.”

“Why are you trying to poison me with your jealousy?” Angry tears cloud my vision. “Why are you trying to turn me against him? Do you think that’s going to make me choose? It just pisses me off!”

“I’m trying to make you see.” He grabs me by the arms hostilely.

“All I see if a selfish man who proved me right.”

“Proved you right how?”

“I knew you would hurt me, and you have. You are.” Hot tears escape from my eyes, cooling on my face in the cold March wind. “What happened to me being your future?”

“I do want you to be my future.” He shakes me. “I love you more than anything. I’m not trying to hurt you. I just want to be with you. That’s what I envision. You and me. And this is the only way,” he professes.

“No, it’s not.” I argue. “It’s your way! I won’t choose. I love Reese as much as I love you.”

“So be it then.” He pushes me away. “You just condemned yourself to unimaginable heartbreak.”

“Oh, I think I can imagine it. I’m feeling it now,” I seethe.

Dev steps back, ruin written all over his beautiful features.

“Good-bye, Kayla.”

Those three words utterly destroy me. I feel it; they are final.

“Dev,” I mutter his name, an emotional mess. But he just ignores me and climbs into his car. “Dev!” I scream at him after he shuts the door. The V8 rumbles to life just before he pulls out, leaving me standing there entirely broken.

I can only watch, fragmented, as he drives away, still the owner of half of my heart.

The pain grates away at my insides as I hurry to my truck. In a fit of tears, I call Reese.

“Hello?”

“Can you come to my house?” I choke.

“Kayla? What wrong?” There’s alarm in his voice.

“Just please come over. I’m leaving work now.”

“I’ll come. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

“I can’t, not now. I’ll see you in a few,” I snivel, then hang up.

I drive home in a daze, the wound still gaping and fresh. As promised, Reese is waiting for me when I get there. I barely put the car in park before I jump out and retreat into his arms.