Tying One On (2 page)

As they rode together, the breakup with Chad permeated her thoughts. Her ex never did like Steve and Ronan. “
You spend too much time with them
,” he always said. “
It’s not right
.” So what if she’d called either Steve or Ronan every day—if one of them hadn’t called her first. She’d set them up on their first date and witnessed the moment Ronan proposed to Steve. Hell, she’d even heard them make love a couple of times.

She sighed. Wanting them to look at her as more than a friend wasn’t going to happen. She might as well move on.

“What’s wrong, Tris?” Steve steered his horse, Lowell, closer to hers. “You’re never this quiet.”

“Nothing.” She didn’t feel like talking about Chad. She brought Melody to a stop and finally looked up. The breath wrenched from her chest.

Twinkle lights with oversized glass around the bulbs dangled from the trees. A red and white checked table cloth had been stretched out across the picnic table. A vase of white roses decorated the table.

“What’s this?” She slid out of the saddle. Trista grabbed the apple and offered it to Melody, who munched happily. “Good girl,” she murmured and patted the animal. “Good girl.”

She draped the reins around the hitching post. The guys had made sure there was plenty of fresh water in the trough for all three horses. They’d planned something—just like she’d figured.

“You’re throwing a surprise wedding?” She stared up at Ronan and Steve, who were still on their horses. The idea of serving as their maid of honor pleased her. She loved them both but she didn’t know if she could handle the emotional onslaught of a wedding. Not now.

“I believe this is called a picnic.” Ronan dismounted his horse. “It’s been a rough week. We heard about Chad.”

“And we thought you’d like a break.” Steve dismounted. He tied both his horse and Ronan’s to the hitching post. “We’re doing something nice for you.”

She winced. They knew about Chad. Great. She wrapped her arms around her body. “I see.”

“You don’t believe us.” Steve grinned. “You’d be right to suspect us. Ronan and I have a track record.”

Ronan strode past them and stopped at the picnic table. “Sit. We wanted to talk to you.”

Ah, there was the truth. They wanted to have a discussion. Normally she cherished their banter, but something about the scene was a little too romantic for her taste. The whole scene seemed like a set-up for something else.

“I’m here. Let’s talk.” She twined her fingers and allowed Steve to lead her to the table. “I don’t suppose you’re going to waste any of this romantic moment on me?”

“Actually,” Ronan said, “we want to make you our third.”

Chapter Two

Trista’s mouth opened and closed. The prettiest blush streaked across her cheeks. She didn’t say anything for a long moment. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

Not what Steve hoped she’d say, but then again, they’d hit her with a pretty big request. “We’re very serious,” he said. He wanted to enfold her in his arms. Yes, he and Ronan were together and devoted to each other, but they’d always known there was something missing. They hadn’t figured out right away what they needed—until they opened their minds and realized they wanted Trista. She made them whole. When she wasn’t around, their world wasn’t quite the same.

Ronan draped his arm around Steve’s shoulders. “Honey, you knew we were bisexual.”

“I did.” She sank onto the bench. “But…you’re happy together.” She shook her head. “You’re the reason I believe in true love.”

The thought warmed Steve’s heart. He did love Ronan with every last breath in his body. Ronan balanced him. But she did, too. The feisty brunette kept him on his toes.

“We’ll ruin the friendship.” She rested her head in her hands. “We can’t.”

Ronan knelt at her feet. “Maybe it’ll be a mistake to add sex into the equation, but I don’t think so.”

Steve joined his lover. “I’m sure it won’t be.” He squeezed her thigh, happy to touch her.

“But…” Tears shimmered in her eyes.

“But nothing.” The gravity of the moment hit him hard. As much as they wanted her to give in and let them love her, she wasn’t ready to accept them. “Do you trust us?”

Steve inched onto the bench beside her. He wrapped his arm around her. He’d noticed the pale pink of her skin so many times, but he’d never noticed the soft flowery scent of her perfume. He smoothed a lock of her silky skin between his fingers.

“Chad didn’t deserve you.” Ronan held hands with Steve. He held onto her other hand. “A woman is entitled to have as many friends as she wants. The sex of the friends shouldn’t matter. His loss is our gain. You’ve always been the only person we turn to when things get rough. You keep us level.”

She seemed so small, sandwiched between them. So frail. Chad
hadn’t
deserved her. The bastard treated her like shit. Steve clutched her tight in his embrace. With Ronan at his side, they’d show her just how special she was.

“Give us a chance.” Ronan tipped her chin to his brown-eyed gaze. “Give us tonight. If you doubt our feelings for you by the morning, then we go back to the way things were. No harm, no foul.”

Steve nodded. He didn’t want things to fall apart. He wanted both of the people he loved in his life and bed. The moment he’d met Ronan, he knew they’d always be together. From the dark hairs on the top of his head to his muscular legs, Ronan fit Steve’s bill for sexy. He loved the feel of Ronan’s strong body next to his in bed. Loved the little moans he made during sex and the way Ronan took charge.

“Just one chance,” Steve whispered. He rubbed his nose along her temple. He’d refrained from kissing her since the night they’d decided to end their dating relationship. No more resisting. He pressed his lips to her cheek.

Trista swatted his thigh then dug her nails into his leg. She closed her eyes.

“Yes, honey.” Ronan clasped her hand on Steve’s leg. “Let us in.”

Steve trailed his mouth over her cheek and down her neck. Each time she moaned, he fell a little harder for her. She responded so well for them. He slipped his palm between her legs and massaged her heat. Even through the jeans he felt her desire for them.

Ronan tipped her chin, switching her attention to him. “Do you want us?”

“I do.” The words came out breathy and curled around Steve’s brain. He could hear her talk that way forever.

Steve flicked his tongue over her neck. Her pulse fluttered. As Ronan kissed her, Steve smoothed one hand over her belly. “Are you willing to give yourself over to the both of us for the night?”

Trista sagged against Steve. “I am.”

The best thing he’d ever heard. Steve moved her shirt and caressed her lower belly.

“Come here.” Instead of giving her the chance to do as he’d commanded, Steve dragged her onto his lap. Breaking up with her hadn’t been his smartest move, but he’d learned about himself—he liked men and women. He smoothed his fingers over her silky skin. Her moans turned his senses inside out.

“Are you sure we should be doing this out here?” she puffed. Trista wound one arm around Ronan’s neck and used the other hand to grip Steve’s shirt. “Someone could see us.”

“Who?” Steve yanked her blouse up over her head then tossed the garment out of sight. “We own fifty acres in each direction. If someone can see us, they’re trespassing.” He took in the view of her lace-covered breasts. “But honestly, right now I don’t care.” He leaned forward and buried his face in her chest.

“Damn,” Ronan said. “So fucking pretty.”

Trista whimpered and ground her jean-clad pussy on Steve’s thigh. Her eyes closed and her lips parted just a bit. “This isn’t fair.” Her head lolled on her shoulders. “Not fair.”

“How?” Steve bit her nipple through the delicate fabric of the bra.

“Because…” She threaded her fingers into Steve’s hair. “Whoa.”

Her bra strap slipped off her shoulder.

Ronan grinned from behind her. “Oops. You didn’t need a bra anyway.”

The garment fell away from her upper body, baring her to them.

“Better.” He reached around her and cupped her breasts.

Steve feasted on her mouth, basking in her sweetness.

“Up.” Ronan patted her thigh then swatted Steve’s knee.

Trista blinked her eyes open. With her gaze fixed on Steve, she staggered off his lap.

“That’s a good girl.” Ronan smoothed her hair off her face then held her in his arms. “Undress her.”

Steve scooted forward on the bench seat and unfastened the button on her jeans. He kissed her belly as he tugged the zipper down. She opened and closed her hands.

“Unsure of who to touch?” Steven hooked his fingers into the waistband of both her jeans and panties. He tugged the tight fabric from her body. “You shaved.” He looked up into her eyes. “I like you bare.” He didn’t let her kick out of her boots, just kept her pants tangled around her ankles.

Ronan released his grasp on her and backed away from them. “God, that’s a nice ass.” He nodded to Steve. The silent signal meant they’d finally get what they wanted—a hot time with Trista.

“I want you to suck his cock while I fuck you.” Ronan shrugged out of his shirt. “Been thinking about this for a long time.”

Trista glanced over her shoulder then crouched in front of Steve.

“No, baby.” Ronan bent her over at the waist. “I want you like this. You’ll enjoy it so much more.”

“Yeah,” Trista replied in a breathy voice. She worked open the catch on Steve’s jeans. When she freed his dick from the denim and cotton of his boxers, she licked her lips. She opened her mouth then sucked his cock. She flicked her tongue over the crown of his erection then swallowed him to the back of her throat.

For a moment, Steve forgot about the rest of the world. Even Ronan didn’t exist for a heartbeat. Only Trista. Fever spread over his skin. The scent of the wildflowers and her perfume wrapped around him. The memory of her kiss lingered on his tongue. His dick throbbed and his balls sizzled.

“Tastes cummy,” Trista said with a giggle. She smiled then resumed bobbing her head on his cock.

Behind her, Ronan pulled a condom packet from his pants. At least one of them had come prepared. Steve met his lover’s gaze as Ronan tore the corner of the foil wrapper. The warmth in his body exploded. Knowing he had Ronan’s love made the experience that much better. He couldn’t see everything Ronan did, but the snap of latex clued him in. The condom. Steve shivered. Soon, they’d be one.

“Can’t let this sweet pussy go to waste.” Ronan crouched behind her.

Steve couldn’t see anything but the top of Ronan’s head, but he didn’t care. He knew what his boyfriend was up to. Each time Ronan licked Trista’s pussy, she increased her suction on Steve’s prick.

From his head to his toes, Steve’s senses came alive. Not just because he had a gorgeous woman licking his cock or that his lover was about to fuck the woman they craved, but because they were there together. Making love to both Trista and Ronan was the second chance he needed.

“You’re sopping wet for me.” Ronan stood. Fires lit in his eyes. He mouthed the words,
“I love you.”

“I love you, too,”
Steve replied without sound. His heart overflowed with emotions for his lover. Passion grew for Trista. The old feelings hadn’t died when he and Trista split…but now they were better.

Ronan pushed into her cunt. In perfect rhythm, Trista rocked forward and took Steve to the back of her throat.

Steve cradled her head in his hands. He moved her hair from her face. “Such a pretty girl.”

Within moments, she had him right on the brink.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” Steve panted. His nerve endings prickled. He tapped his foot. He’d never be able to hold back the orgasm—not with her flicking the tip of his tool with her tongue.

The muscle in Ronan’s jaw tightened. “God, you’re tight and gripping me.” He dug his fingers into her hips. “I don’t want to stop.” He met Steve’s gaze. “You’re ready?”

“Yeah.” Steve braced both feet on the ground and pumped his body. Their collective rhythm increased. “I’m so close.”

Trista nodded but didn’t relinquish his shaft.

“Fuck.” Ronan shook his head. A bead of sweat slipped down his temple. “Come for me. Fucking hell, come for me.”

Trista tensed around Steve then buried her nose in the hairs at the base of his cock. He couldn’t hold back if he tried. His cum jetted down her throat and his body sagged against the wooden bench. He couldn’t think…just breathe and exist.

Steve let go of her hair. He reclined on the picnic table. The twinkle lights glittered above their heads. The purple ink of night had settled around them while they’d played.

“Damn.” Ronan held onto Trista as she released her suction. “I’ve got you.” He helped her back onto Steve’s lap. “That was fucking awesome.”

Steve nodded. He cradled her to his chest while Ronan hiked his pants back into place. “Why don’t you take her horse and I’ll put Trista on Titan with me?”

“True.” Ronan wriggled back into his shirt. “I don’t think her legs could hold her up right now.”

“I’m right here and I can hear you both.” Trista flattened her palm on Steve’s chest. “But I like when you take care of me.” Her lazy smile warmed his heart. “I also liked playing with the both of you.”

“You don’t think it’s going to end any time soon? We’ve got all night,” Ronan said. “I can’t speak for Steve, but I plan to use every moment.”

“Speaking of every moment, we should head back. The mosquitoes are biting and I’m not wearing a whole lot,” Trista whispered.

“Good point.” Steve removed his shirt then tugged the oversized garment over her head. “That’ll keep some of them off of you.” He helped her to her feet. “You can ride side saddle back to the house.”

“Or slip on behind you.” She hefted her pants and underwear up over her hips. “I’m worn out a little but I’m not dead.”

“Very true.” Steve exchanged a glance with Ronan.

She definitely wasn’t dead, but she was in their arms for the night. They’d make the evening last then figure out how to keep her in their lives forever.

Chapter Three

On the way back to the barn, Trista snuggled tight to Steve’s back. The rhythm of the horses’ hooves on the packed dirt lulled her. She appreciated Steve and Ronan’s kindness. She wasn’t sure her wobbly legs could’ve supported her long enough to get her onto Melody’s saddle. She pressed her cheek against Steve’s shoulder blade. The strength in his body reassured her, but still something wasn’t right.