The Sextet - Dirty Dancing [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (22 page)

A man watched her from the doorway. Had she forgotten to lock the door? Dark hair, intense eyes. Reese. Her stomach somersaulted. He hadn’t responded to her message, but he hadn’t let her down. His tentative expression made her wish she could take back what had happened with Brand last night.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt.” He glanced toward the far wall. “You’re having problems with the bathroom?”

She nodded, settling cross-legged on the floor. Low saxophone mourned in the background, seeming to match his mood. “Mostly I wanted to talk to you. Will you come sit with me?”

His slow steps warned her of a new reserve in his behavior toward her. Gone was the playful, teasing flirt. So serious. He didn’t sit, just crouched more than an arm’s length from her. “What do you want to talk about?”

She exhaled to calm her nerves. “I’d like to…apologize…for last night.”

* * * *

Apologize?
Reese’s heart constricted. Seeing Laynie with Brand wasn’t enough? Now, she wanted explain and apologize?
No, thanks
. He rose, ready to fix the plumbing and get out of here. “You don’t have to do that. I understand.”

“No, you don’t.” In one graceful movement, she stood in front of him. “The same thing would’ve happened if you’d brought me the towels. I…I…care for both of you. I…want…you as much as I want Brand.” Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and she nibbled on her lower lip. “Kiss me, Reese. Please. You’ll see.”

He hesitated. Kiss the woman he loved and risk more pain? Not kiss her and miss tasting her sexy mouth? Ah, hell. The female population was right—men thought with their dicks. He lowered his mouth to hers. A jolt of electricity raced through his body, straight to his cock. His hands searched out her perfect set of tits, his thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples.

“Mmm.” She parted her lips, stroking him with her tongue.

His heart thudded in his chest.
I want more than a kiss, more than just a touch.
One hand skimmed over the silky skin of her bare stomach to trace the seam of her shorts from ass to pussy. Her heat seeped into his fingertips.
Jesus.

She pressed her palm against his hard-on.

Fuck.
He dipped into her shorts between her thighs, weaving his way through her curls to find a place to put his cock. A slick little nub.
Her clit.
Swirling over it, he took the kiss deeper. His tongue slid along hers, tasting and caressing. He slipped his finger through her wetness until he reached her entrance.
Right where I want to be.
He dove inside her, matching his rhythm to the in and out movement of his tongue in her mouth and the beat of the music. Her nipple poked his palm. Damn, he needed more hands to touch everywhere he wanted to explore.

Zzzip.
A warm hand worked into his pants, cupping and squeezing his dick. He groaned and arched into her grip. God, he’d dreamed of this for months.

She moaned into his mouth, her pussy trembling and pulsing around his finger. His balls tightened. So damn close. The sax segued into a wailing finale.
Come for me, sweetheart.

“I guess this is payback.”

Son of a bitch.
Reese jerked away at the sound of Brand’s voice, slipping his hand free of her shorts, panting through the sudden withdrawal. The sexual haze lifted too quickly and left him bereft. Had his brother felt the same intense desire yet incredible remorse last night? Was Laynie playing some warped game with them? No. She wouldn’t do that.

She stared in the direction of the doorway, her chest heaving. “Brand. You’re here.”

“Yeah. I’m here.”

Reese imagined his brother crossing his arms in front of his chest. The gesture always went with that calm tone. Pissed beyond reason, but too polite to show it.

“Looks like Reese is taking care of your plumbing problems.” Not so polite this time. Crude even. “Shouldn’t your fiancé take care of that?”

Fiancé? She was engaged?
Reese’s stomach dropped to his feet at the revelation. When had that happened?

Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare turn into a smartass, and don’t jump to conclusions. Either of you. Come here, Brand. Now.”

Boot steps sounded behind Reese, keeping time with the new song. They stopped next to him, but he didn’t turn to greet his brother. An invisible wall still stood between them, higher and wider than before.

Laynie paced to the pole and back again. She frowned. “I don’t know where the hell you got the idea I’m engaged unless you’ve seen Westin Gates. He asked and I said no. End of story. As for Reese working on my
plumbing
, as you so indelicately put it, I invited him. I’ve had enough pussyfooting around. You’ve given me no choice.” Her breasts rose on a slow inhale. Tugging her skimpy top over her head, she dropped it on the floor at her feet. Her shorts followed. “I never meant to pit the two of you against each other. I want to be with both of you. Together. The three of us.”

* * * *

Naked
. The curves of her body drew Brand’s gaze. He’d touched those curves last night. Reese had touched them less than a minute ago. She wanted them to… “What?”

“What?” Reese’s voice echoed his own. “The three of us? You mean…like…
the three of us?
”

Perching her hands on her hips, she raised her eyebrows. “What else could I mean? Yes, the three of us.” She rubbed her hand on Reese’s open zipper. “You.” She stroked his own straining zipper, sending a shiver up his spine. “You.” Tweaking her nipple between her thumb and forefinger and sliding the middle finger of her other hand through her pussy, she moaned. “And me.”

Holy shit.
She wanted two guys, Reese and him, loving her body at the same time? She’d touched herself. Did she do that often? His cock twitched at the thought.

Reese took a step toward her. “Is this a one-time thing?”

Good question. Brand had no idea how his brother possessed the state of mind to think, let alone ask something of that magnitude.

Laynie shook her head. “No.”

No. Just no. Reese turned to look at him, their gazes meeting.
Can we share her?
The query whispered through his mind.

Eyes locked, he asked the more crucial question.
Can we share without jealousy?

Brand mirrored his brother’s nod. They both loved her. Now they would love her together, pleasuring her, deepening their bond. Tearing down the wall between them, hopefully not fortifying it.

Chapter 5

Yes!
Reese and Brand had agreed to her proposition. Julayne bit her lip, trying to decide whether to jump for joy or run for her life. If she ran, she’d lose this opportunity, this chance to take their friendship to a deeper level, to lovers. If she stayed, she’d finally live out her fantasy of making love to both of them.

“Will you dance for us, Laynie?” Brand’s fingers fidgeted with the top button of his flannel shirt. Was he as nervous as she was?

“Um…dance?” She didn’t dance for anyone except herself and her students, and never without clothes. “I’ll dance if you guys undress.”

Reese shrugged out of his coat, letting it fall behind him. He lifted a paint-spattered sweatshirt over his head. Beside him, Brand worked loose the buttons of his flannel shirt. A minute later, both men stood bare-chested. Broad-shouldered. Muscular biceps, pecs, and abs. Magnificent.

“Your turn, sweetheart. Dance.” A thumb hooked in the waistband of his jeans, Reese pulled his wallet from a back pocket. “I only have one condom.”

Condoms
. She hadn’t planned well, had she?

“I have one too.” Brand slipped a foil packet from his wallet.

Had they been Boy Scouts? Always prepared. “Okay, but they won’t do you any good unless you take off your pants.”

Moving to the pole, she did a simple spin, transitioned into a climb, and hung from her hands. Back arched, thrusting out her breasts, she hooked an ankle around the pole and extended her other leg. She held the position for several seconds before shifting her weight to swing around and raise her feet over her head. Focusing on the tempo of the sexy jazz tune, she wrapped her calves and ankles to free her hands, flexing her abs to pull herself higher on the pole.

Trombone blended with trumpet and alto sax to form a sensual tumbling of notes as she quickly circled to the floor and the end of the track. Her body thrummed with the thrill of dancing so freely for the men in her life.

“So fucking sexy.” The words came out in stereo. Her dark hero and her white knight agreed.

Kicking off their boots, Brand and Reese discarded their jeans. Two erections sprang free, jutting out over lean thighs. All naked. Equal. On a level playing field once again.

“Ready, Laynie?” Brand smiled, sending her pulse zinging. He rolled on the condom as he took a step closer.

“God knows I am.” Reese pressed his lips to her nipple and slid his palm along the sensitive skin of lower stomach, stopping to cup her weeping folds. “You’re so damn wet, sweetheart. I need to taste you.”

After a quick kiss on her mouth, he eased her leg onto his shoulder as he knelt to lick a path up her inner thigh to her pulsing clit.

Brand held her face between his hands, meeting her gaze for a long moment before lowering his mouth to hers. His tongue plunged inside, stroking and exploring. The coolness of mint toothpaste invaded her taste buds, while the warmth of Reese’s breath heated her quivering core.

Fingertips traced her spine to the cleft of her cheeks and lower. A finger toyed with her openings, spreading moisture from front to back. It dipped into her vagina then into her anus. A murmur tickled her ear. “So tight. I adore your beautiful ass. Will you let me fuck it?”

An involuntary tremor rippled over skin. He teased her hole, working more of her own slick fluid into the taut hollow. In and out, in and out. More of his thick finger pushed into her. Her whole body trembled, loving his gentle caress. None of her former lovers had touched her there. God, she hadn’t known what she was missing.

“That feels so good. Deeper, Brand.” She pushed against his hand.

“Damn, I can’t wait to put my cock in there.” He nipped at her neck then soothed the stinging bite with his tongue. Thrusting the length of his finger inside her, he rubbed the walls of her rectum. “Tell me how you like it. I don’t want to hurt you, Laynie.”

“Oh, God, like that.” She wanted to close her eyes and drown in the sensation, but she needed to watch Reese eat her pussy. An unmatched pair of hands held her breasts.

Reese fluttered his tongue against her aching clit as Brand’s finger eased in and out of her ass. Her muscles gripped the invader. Reese sucked her sensitive nub, and the smooth glide made her stomach contract. Exquisite friction. Flicks across her nipples shot a ripple of pleasure through her entire body. “Oh, yes. Don’t stop. So close. Oh, God, I’m going to come!”

A flood of tingles washed over her skin. Blissful spasms splintered her thoughts, and she cried out.

“That’s it, Laynie. Come in Reese’s mouth. Shit, I’ve never seen anything so fucking hot.” Brand’s murmur in her ear brought another wave. “God, I love the feel of your ass squeezing my finger. I can’t wait to put my cock inside you.”

* * * *

Cradling her hips, Reese reveled in the taste, the smell, and the sound of Laynie’s orgasm. The tremors rocked her body more completely than any woman he’d ever slept with. He’d been uncertain about sharing her with Brand, but watching her come with his brother’s hand on her tit and finger up her ass was unbelievable. They’d collaborated to give her this pleasure. He couldn’t imagine anything more intense, except both of their cocks inside her as she came again. Why hadn’t they talked about sharing her before her offer?

He eased away from her slit to stand and kiss her fantastic lips. Soft, supple. “Need a rest? Or you ready for more, sweetheart?”

“More.” She stood, looking over her shoulder at Brand. “Brace yourself against the pole.”

His brother did as she asked.

She backed herself against him, bending forward at the waist. “I want you to fuck my ass. Reese, I want to taste your cock.”

Brand slipped his dick between her legs, gliding back and forth in her pussy juice. Reese watched his face as he pushed inside her loosened anus. His eyes closed, and he gasped. She flexed backward. They both moaned.