Double Coverage (10 page)

“Shh, Bullet, just relax. Pull out if you have to. That’s it buddy, we have all day. Just relax.” She cried out at the loss when he withdrew, rolling over her slick body to rest behind her. “It’s all right, Kailey. Bullet needs a minute. Kailey, that feels so good, I need to come, baby. Suck me harder, please, Kailey.”

She rolled onto her side, snuggling her ass against Bullet’s raging hard-on, taking Trig deeper into her mouth, sucking him, moaning around him, and Bullet slipped his hand between her legs, finding her little magic button, teasing it until her moans grew louder, her body throbbing around him. “Suck him, Kailey. Make him come. He tastes so good, Kailey. Make him come, make him beg.”

Trig dropped onto his hands, catching himself on the back of the sofa as he continued to thrust into her mouth. His face was so close, his lips so close, Bullet could feel his breath on his face. He ached with want as he watched her mouth surround Trig, suckling him. God, she was good; she had Trig whimpering. He thrust into her mouth, his body trembling, until he couldn’t control himself.

“That’s it, Kailey, suck him dry, baby. Drink him deep, take it all, Kai,” Bullet instructed, when Trig laid his forehead against his, his breath hot, against his cheek. He needed, wanted, just one taste, just one. And before he could stop himself, he angled his face until his mouth melted to Trig’s, his tongue timid, his lips surprisingly soft, surprisingly sweet.

“Bobby.” Trig moaned against him, fire shooting from his loins. Kailey’s moans joined his. “I’m … Bobby, this feels so good.”

* * * *

Dazed and confused, Kailey lay against Bullet, his erection hot against her back as he gently rocked against her. Trigger leaned over her, his body trembling, his mouth touching Bullet’s as he breathed heavily, coming down from orgasmic ecstasy. Something monumental had just happened. Something that should scare her but didn’t.

She pressed into Bullet’s body, rolling until she faced him. She touched her lips to his, sharing a kiss with Trigger, then Bullet. Mingling tongues, she kissed them both. Hers—they were hers, both of them—hers to touch, to kiss, to hold, hers to share and satisfy. And she was theirs. She knew that now, knew that as surely as she was breathing. Their lips touched, their tongues touched, one touching her mouth kissing her, then the other. She sighed, needing their touch.

“Kailey,” Trigger was the first to break the silence; his voice seemed far away. “Can you take us both?”

“Where do you want me to take you? Will there be food?” Her besotted brain was slow to catch on.

“We’ve never gone that far, Trigger. What if we break her?” She could feel Bullet’s cock throb against her belly; his breath grew rapid, harsh.

Oh. They wanted her to do what now? Take both of them at the same time in the same place? Oh God. Her pussy throbbed. Was that even possible?

“I won’t break,” she heard herself say; greedy pulsing desire raged through her making her squirm. “I want you both inside me. I want to feel you come inside me, I want to be with you both, please—that would be lovely.”

“Oh God, Trigger, I want to keep her. She’s everything we need, Trig.” Bullet’s eyes were needy when he looked from her to Trig. His loneliness was almost palpable, his bravado stripped away to bare his weakness—Trig. He wanted Trig and her. He wanted the family they could become. “Kailey, baby, say you’ll stay with us.”

“I’ll stay, Bullet, I want to be yours and Trig’s. I want you deep inside me.” She shocked herself. She wanted this with all her heart. “Trigger, please, can I stay? I want to be yours.”

“I like the sound of that.” He leaned away, pulling her with him. “I want to be deep inside you. Bullet, are you ready?”

He hadn’t answered the question, but she didn’t care. His nimble hands caressed her body. His mouth hot on her neck, he stoked her desire, coaxing her to open for him. He leaned her back against Bullet, lifting her high against his chest. “Spread your legs, Kailey, straddle him. Oh yeah, that’s it. His cock looks so good jutting from between your legs.”

“He feels good there, Trigger—thick and hard. Oh God. This feels so good.” She couldn’t help herself. She ground her clit along the hard ridge of Bullet’s cock. She reached for his hands, wrapping them around her breasts. She twisted her head to find his lips. “Bullet, Bobby, you feel so good. I love your hands on my breasts.”

“Damn, Kailey honey, you do wicked things to me.” Bullet moaned against her mouth. He lifted her higher against his chest until she felt the tip of his cock press against her, filling her. He let her slide down again until she was fully seated. “Oh shit, that feels nice.”

“Spread your legs, Bobby. Wider, stretch her wider.” Trigger loomed over them, his eyes blazing with a fire so bright she thought she would burn to a cinder. Then he stroked her body, starting at her shoulders, pressing lower until he found her clit. “Stroke into her, Bobby, slowly, just like that.”

Bobby moaned beneath her, his body trembling, and then she knew why. Trig inserted a long finger inside her, matching Bobby’s stroke, robbing her of breath. “Soon, Trig, very soon.”

“Ready, Kailey?” Trig leaned over her, sucking first one nipple, then the other, before he touched her lips, his finger still deep inside her.

“Long past ready, Trigger.” She heard Bobby gasp, his chest rising rapidly when Trig settled his knees between their spread legs. His face hovered over theirs, his eyes tender. “Make love to us, Trigger. Love us both.”

“Oh God, Kailey.” He groaned, his body shaking violently as he entered her slowly, stretching her, slowly filling her, the ridge of his cock gliding along Bullet’s until she thought she would burst. “That is so…”

“Tight. Christ, that is…” Bullet arched his body beneath hers, lifting her higher as he spread her thighs as far as they could go. He couldn’t speak, his voice lost as sensation overwhelmed him.

“Nice,” she finished for them. Trig lay over her, breathing heavily with his eyes closed and his lips parted, tempting her. Touching her lips to his, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him. “Love me, Trig, slowly.”

Sensation, hot and jagged, streaked throughout Trig’s body. He could feel everything, her body pulsing around him, the thick ridge of Bobby pressed against him, pulsing in time with her. It was too much, their eyes—one pair green, the other a cloudy blue—gazing up at him, burning with identical flames of desire, were almost his undoing.

Heaven or hell, he wasn’t quite sure where he was, but God, it felt so good he wanted to stay. She wanted him to move slowly. Her lips were so soft, he would give her anything. Slowly, oh so slowly, he withdrew. Bobby glided with him slowly, fitting his cock to his, becoming one. They moved inside her, gliding, thrusting, gasping as sensation overtook them. Bullet arched into her, his pelvis thrust against Trig’s, his body hot where they met.

“That feels so good, Trigger, your balls slapping against me. Christ, Kailey baby, tell Trigger how good that feels.” Bobby stroked his back, going lower until he cupped his ass, guiding him as his breath turned harsh. “I’m close, Trigger, too damned close. Kailey, tell him how good this feels.”

But Kailey didn’t speak. She lay sprawled against Bullet’s chest with her eyes glazed over and her mouth round as her body throbbed around him. “Shit, Trigger, faster. She’s ready to go over. Make her scream. Fuck her, Trigger.”

She grabbed him, her fingers clenching and unclenching. She threw her head back and screamed. Her vaginal walls contracted violently, until Trig could do nothing but grind his body into her. Bullet pulsed with her, his cock growing harder; heat engulfed him, strangled him. He followed them over the brink into a world so bright he wondered if he would ever leave it.

*

Two heartbeats pulsed inside her. Liquid heat swirled through her. Slowly, very slowly, she became aware of the men around her. Bullet cradled her to his body, as if she were a prized possession, Trigger’s body draped over her, protecting her. She kissed first one, then the other, slowly enticing their tongues into her mouth—tasting, trembling, sharing.

Trigger to Kailey’s amazement, laid his head on Bullet’s shoulder. Bullet drew in a breath, “I love you, Trig. We love you, Trig.”

“Oh, fuck.” The look in Trig’s eyes became angry and he pulled away, his body trembling again but not from exertion. “How did this get so complicated?”

“Life is never simple, Trig.” Bullet lifted her to his body, cradling her as he moved into a sitting position. “I’m lost without you, Trigger. I love you, but not like you think. I want to be with you, but you’re afraid of me, afraid that I took advantage of you that night. I didn’t; we kissed, that’s all that happened. I missed you so much, missed what we were together. I lost my head. Trigger and Bullet were a powerful weapon, a team. Now we have Kailey. You love her; you’d sell your soul to have her. I love her, too. I love her the same way you do. We’re a team, Trig, don’t you see? And Kailey is part of our team.”

“People don’t live as a trio, Bobby. What if people find out? You live in a fish bowl. I don’t know if I can stand that type of scrutiny. What if the media finds out we share a woman, that we … that you love another man? What will your fans say? We can’t hide this from the world for long, and lord help us if Kailey should get pregnant. Whose baby will it be—mine or yours?”

“Ours.” She tingled with an awareness she hadn’t previously considered. Children had never crossed her mind, one way or another. Charlie hadn’t wanted children. She’d never questioned that choice, assumed she agreed. Trigger wanted children. She heard the longing in his voice. He wanted a family. He wanted forever.

Bullet longed for family. He wanted love. He was silent on the issue of children. She trembled, a dam bursting free inside her. She wanted children. She wanted their children. It didn’t matter what color their eyes would be or their hair or whose personality they would have. Any child would be theirs.

“Ours, Trigger. A child would be ours, to love, hold, and spoil. Your child or Bobby’s would be our child. You know this. You can feel this, can’t you?”

“I don’t hear him saying that, Kailey. He’s selfish. He’s spoiled. His ego is too large to encompass a child, especially my child.”

“Is that what you think of me? That I’m selfish? Yeah, I have an ego, but so do you. One just as large as mine. Our egos have never been the problem. Our egos have always been compatible. I’m far from selfish, and I would hardly call myself spoiled.”

“You gave a thousand-dollar tip to a waiter last night. You throw your money around to influence people, throwing season tickets like candy just so everyone will love the great Robert Brady. You went after Kailey knowing I didn’t want to share her. You made her love you. You convinced her to come to New Orleans; you wanted her for yourself.”

“I wanted her for us. I want you to have the woman you love. She loves us both, Trigger. Don’t you see that? We can have everything. I have tons of money that I won’t ever spend in my lifetime. I don’t have a family I care about. I don’t have love, and I want the one person I’ve always loved to be a part of my life. I want to have children and be happy, just like everyone else. I want you, and I want Kailey. But if you don’t want that, say so, and I’ll leave. I don’t want to hurt you, Trig, and I won’t bother her again if you tell me to go. I want to be with you, Trig. This is the only way. But I’ll go; just say the words.”

She could feel the sorrow wash over him. She was sorry she’d started this. She reached out to him, taking his hand in hers. He brushed her hand away, distancing himself from her. He pulled his jeans on, his shoulders slumped as he moved away. “Say something, Trig. Don’t let him go like this.”

*

“Do you love him, Kailey? Would you prefer him to me?” Trig didn’t know what hurt more. Watching his friend walk away or the panic in Kailey’s eyes. She loved Bullet. After one day, she’d fallen for his charm, his charisma, and his good looks.

“Yes, I love him. I love him with all my heart, but I don’t prefer him to you. Trig, I love you too with that same heart. Please don’t make me choose between you. I can’t. It’s both of you or neither of you, that’s what I want, Trigger. All or none.”

Bullet stood at the window overlooking the Gulf. Black storm clouds gathered on the horizon, the same color reflected in his ever-changeable eyes. Trig felt his heart clench. He hadn’t meant to hurt either of them. He’d loved them both from afar for so long.

Bullet, his best friend, the brother he never had. Boisterous, bouncy Bullet, faster than lightning, softer than cotton. He’d been with him since forever. He’d been there for him when he’d busted his leg. Bullet had been right there the whole time, holding his hand while he screamed in pain, talking him through the depression that nearly killed him when he found out he couldn’t play ball anymore. Not his mom or his dad—it was Bullet. Always Bullet. Bullet had suggested medical school. Bullet had encouraged him to keep going when it got too hard. He’d wanted to quit so many times, but Bullet would call him up as if he knew, and everything would be all right. Everything would always be all right as long as he had Bullet at his back. Bullet and Trigger, two parts of one powerful weapon.

“Bobby.” His voice broke. He couldn’t find the words.

“Don’t say it, Trig. Kailey, he loves you. He loves you more than life itself. Stay with him. Let him heal you. You need a man who loves you. He won’t press you to do things you don’t want to. He will treat you like a queen, if you let him. I’m just a jock. I’ll break your heart. Women line up around the block to get in my bed. You’ll never know where I’ll be, who I’m with.”

“You’ll be with us, Bobby. I love you. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave us. We need you.” He could hear the panic in her voice, he knew Bullet was right. Trig would treat her like a queen. He loved her, would never do anything to hurt her. He was stable, grounded, and most importantly, dependable. Traits he’d never liked about himself until that moment.

Bobby was none of those things. Bobby was a party in motion, constantly watching, moving. He spoke loudly, played hard, never predictable and as much as Trig hated the idea he had to admit that he and Bobby had always been two sides of the same coin. They’d always been a team.