Sunset Tryst (3 page)

Garrett fisted the fabric of her skirt and hiked it up,
higher and higher until his hand rested at the small of her back and the hem of
the skirt barely revealed her ass. Her breath hitched as a cool breeze brushed
over her freshly exposed skin when Evan moved in to lean against the window
next to her. He kept his arms crossed, and her knees nearly buckled at the
strained, provocative look on his face.

“Since this is for you, about you, why don’t you tell me how
you’d like tonight to go?”

His words were soft, whispered with husky undertones and
dripping with a promise that whatever she asked of him, he’d willingly give
her. But it was the question that actually stumped her.

She had to admit that for as long as this fantasy had lived
in her mind, it was never so clear that she could offer up any direction now.
Images of two men wrapped around her would pop into her head often, at random
times—like in the shower as she’d lather and stroke her body, or late at night
as she’d lie awake battling insomnia. Up until now the dreams were always
scattered, a mishmash of sweaty body parts and throaty moans that never failed
to rev her up.

But for her to tell them what to do?

“I…I’m not really sure.”

Behind her, Garrett blew out a chuckle as he ran a finger
under the seam of her panties. “Oh come on, Riley. I’m sure you can think of
something.”

Hell, she could think of a lot of things. But they were all
the good parts, the hot-and-heavy I’m-about-to-come parts. She didn’t have a
clue how to start this off.

“How about this, then,” Evan said as he inched closer and
lowered his eyelids. “Why don’t you let us decide. I’ve got a few ideas,” he
went on, loosening his arms from his chest as he spoke, to trace an invisible
line over her shoulder. “Ones I’m sure you’ll both enjoy.”

The window’s reflection showcased the clash of Garrett and Evan’s
stares perfectly. From his statement alone, she expected the sultriness of Evan’s
expression, but the intrigued one Garrett sported definitely surprised her.

“Let’s start here.”

Evan reached for the top button of her blouse and flicked it
open. She stared down at his hand, watching as one button after another fell
open beneath his agile fingers. Once he reached her waist, Garrett joined in
from behind. She held her breath as he slid the clasp of her skirt free and
drew the zipper down the curve of her hip. Flattening his palms over her hips,
he shimmied the fabric lower. After a bit of coaxing, the skirt dropped to her
feet.

With the skirt out of the way, Evan made quick work of the
last two buttons on her blouse. “You realize you’re going to have to breathe at
some point,” he said with a devilish grin.

Their gazes met and she tried, really she did, to loosen the
vise grip on her lungs. But as a topper to every other sensation these men were
giving her, she found the blue of his eyes so sensually penetrating and his
smile so mind-numbingly perfect that she simply couldn’t.

He slid his hand into the opening of her shirt and settled
his palm between her breasts to cover her wildly pounding heart, all the while
hypnotizing her with his stare. His touch, along with the subtle fire blazing
within his eyes, seared her and practically laid her out flat. In that moment
she truly wondered if she’d ever breathe again.

Garrett kept his grip on her hips and closed in on her neck.
The stroke of his lips along her skin was tender at first, but the shock of his
teeth sinking into the flesh an instant later had her blowing out all that held
air in one long, throaty moan.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his lips still caressing her
neck. “It certainly wouldn’t do to have you pass out on us. Unless, of course,
it’s from you coming so hard you just can’t find it in you to stay conscious.”

“Jesus.” She turned to caress his temple with her lips but
got sidetracked when Evan pried her hands from the window. She left her arms
where he placed them at her sides, clenching her hands so tightly she was sure
there’d be a line of half-moons marking her palms. She wanted to touch
something, someone, so badly, but didn’t know where to begin.

“Why don’t we get you out of the rest of these clothes,
hmm?” Evan stepped closer, wedging himself between her and the window while
skimming his fingers under the collar of her shirt and pushing it over her
shoulders. A sigh left her lips and she once again laid her head on Garrett’s
shoulder. He helped out then, tugging the sleeves down her arms and tossing the
shirt to the floor.

She stood there in nothing but scraps of lace underwear and
her strappy Manolos, sandwiched between two slices of heaven. Her blood raced
through her veins. Her heart pounded in thunderous beats all over her skin. Her
pussy throbbed and all they’d done was undress her.

Fuck, she was in so much trouble.

Evan cupped her breasts, gently nudging them together while
he leaned in closer. When he skimmed his lips over the rise of each one, a hint
of his shampoo drifted under her nose. Clean with dark undertones, and
masculine as hell. The scent fit him and she found herself dipping her head to
nuzzle his hair and breathe him in deeper just as Garrett fingered the clasp on
her bra.

She wanted Evan’s mouth lower, wanted his lips covering one
nipple while his fingers toyed with the other. She had a feeling he knew what
she wanted and that’s why he teased her by kissing everywhere but there.

Even when Garrett flicked the clasp and the back straps of
her bra fell open, Evan only moved higher. Over her chest to nip along her
collarbone. Biting higher along her neck. Licking his hot tongue down the
length of her jaw. But when he came to her lips, that’s when he finally gave
her what she needed.

The pinch to each nipple as he claimed her mouth was sharp
and fast. He drove his tongue inside to tangle with hers and wreaked havoc with
her sanity as he twisted her nipples through the thin material, just a little
at first, then harder, faster.

The erotic pain/pleasure took hold of every molecule inside
her body, and his kiss was devastating her. Garrett was watching them at her
shoulder and she moaned a little louder as the warmth of his raspy breath
brushed over her ear. The hard ridge of his erection pressed against her lower
back as he clutched her hips and squeezed tight. She rubbed against him with
her ass, seeking, begging almost. With one hand, she hung on to Evan’s wrist
while winding her fingers around Garrett’s hand to bring it forward over her
stomach, making him go lower, desperate for a touch, a stroke, God, anything.

He knew what she wanted, and unlike Evan, Garrett didn’t
tease. He shimmied under the lace of her panties and with a single finger
delved quick and hard into the wet heat of her cunt. There was no preamble, no
quiet words of seduction or romance. She didn’t need them and at that point
didn’t really want them.

As Garrett thrust inside her, Evan swallowed her broken cry.
Her nipples burned through the lace and her clit pulsed with a red-hot
intensity. With each dip of his finger, Garrett stroked her harder, longer,
drawing her pleasure out while driving her out of her freaking mind.

“So wet, baby. So goddamn wet,” Garrett whispered.

God, she was. She could feel the moisture spreading over her
pussy lips as he added another finger, another level of sensation. Her knees
were shaking now, and she knew it might be only moments before they gave out. Just
when she thought she wouldn’t be able to stay upright any longer, Evan broke
from their kiss, released her nipples and dropped to his knees. She sucked back
an urgent breath, but when he grasped the sides of her panties and yanked down,
she realized no amount of air would lessen the buzz inside her head or ease the
ache within her lungs.

With his free hand, Garrett pulled the bra from her arms and
tossed it to the floor on top of her shirt. She stepped from her skirt and
panties and forked her fingers through the short, spiky strands of Evan’s hair
as he ran his hands up her calves to grip the curves of her thighs. He looked
up then, and with the most mesmerizing of stares, he held her prisoner. The
captivity was quick, strong, and she wondered for a second if she might’ve
imagined it.

In the next instant he peered at Garrett over her shoulder.
Not a word was spoken between the two but something inside her said they didn’t
need any. Garrett withdrew his hand and with a gentle hold spun her to face
him. Damp fingers skimmed her cheek and in a complete dichotomy of his tender
positioning, he slammed his lips against hers, kissing her with skilled passion
and an almost vicious possessiveness.

He broke from her lips far too soon and dropped his hand to
grasp hers. He backed away, leading her toward the bed, and sat once his calves
hit the mattress. She glanced behind her just in time to see Evan unbuttoning
his shirt. When he finally peeled it open, a bronze, sculpted chest and a very
defined six-pack had her mouth watering. She bit her lip and he smiled.

The same rustle of clothes drew her attention back to Garrett.
He’d already shed his shirt and was leaning back on his elbows, looking all
devilish and beyond seductive. Darker hair adorned his pecs, which were just as
defined and sexy as Evan’s, if not more so. But it was the thick happy trail bisecting
his own six-pack that had her reaching out.

The instant she touched him, his abs tightened. She loved
that reaction, loved knowing that such a simple stroke down his stomach could
have him responding so involuntarily. She followed the trail and dipped her
finger under his waistband when she could go no further.

Stepping forward, she leaned one knee on the bed between Garrett’s
spread thighs. When she nudged gently against his apex, the heat there caressed
her leg and seeped into her skin. And when she bent to pop the button of his
pants and lower the zipper, a matching heat smoldered along her ass and upper
thighs.

Evan, naked and feeling as if his skin was on fire, rubbed
the length of his cock along the crevice of her ass while he skimmed his hands
over her lower back, then higher and around her sides until he came to her
breasts. They fit perfectly within his palms, and her nipples beaded to taut
little points as he massaged them.

But it was his rock-hard erection she couldn’t help but
fixate on. She wanted to see it, to touch it. To taste every inch. But she
wanted to do that with Garrett as well.

Being closer, the thick ridge inside Garrett’s boxer briefs
won out. She pulled the waistband lower and didn’t waste even a second before
taking him in her hand. His cock was so beautiful and the weight of it so deliciously
heavy. Already a bead of moisture seeped from the slit, which made her even
more aware of the heat pooling in her pussy and the empty ache he’d left there
when he removed his fingers. She drew her tongue over her lower lip, met his
gaze, and stroked down his length as he thrust his hips upward. Again and
again, up and down. The sight of the head, flushed pink and swollen as he
pushed through the tight crevice her thumb and forefinger made, had her
lowering, moving closer until his scent assaulted every hyperaware trigger in
her body. Right then, she knew she couldn’t wait. She took him into her mouth
and groaned when the dark taste of him, as sharp as it was spicy, slid over her
tongue.

“Sweet, sweet Riley,” he said in a low, almost strangled
voice.

The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat but she
didn’t stop. She flattened her tongue on the upstroke, following her mouth with
her hand and twisting her grip around the slick, veined shaft as she delved
once more. Evan let go of her breasts and gathered her hair at the nape of her
neck. He pulled gently before pushing her head back down, guiding her,
controlling every movement. But his lead wasn’t distracting enough for her to
miss Garrett reaching for the black bag on the nightstand.

In between guttural moans and breaths hissing from between
clenched teeth, he ripped open the box, tore a single condom from the strip and
tossed it to Evan.

“Fuck her.”

The bluntness of his words slammed into her already spinning
head. She paused, keeping her hand wrapped around the base of his dick but
letting the tip slide from her lips at the surprise. Garrett shook his head and
replaced Evan’s hand around her makeshift ponytail. The flash in his eyes as
his gaze bounced from her to Evan, working the condom on behind her, and then
back was as heated as any she’d ever seen.

“No, baby. Don’t stop. Jesus, don’t stop.”

A rush of tingles formed low in her belly at not only Garrett’s
forceful words, but at what she knew was to come. The grip of Evan’s hand low
on her hips. The swirl of his fingertips over the ultra-sensitive flesh of her
cunt as he made sure she was ready for him. And the burning stretch when the
flared head of his cock at last penetrated her.

Lord, have mercy.

His glide inside her was slow at first. Measured and intent,
the deliberate strokes were stealing her sanity, stealing her concentration.
She let him keep tempo for the both of them, using every drive to force her
mouth further down on Garrett’s erection.

Not that Garrett seemed to mind. He coiled the length of her
hair around one hand and cupped her cheek with the other. She panted, sucking
him in deeper so the vibration of her moans would permeate through to him. His
eyelids drifted down. He worked his jaw. She could tell he was close to coming.

“Is this what you expected, love? What you thought it would
be?”

She couldn’t answer him, and it wasn’t just because her
mouth was busy at the moment. She couldn’t answer him because she didn’t know
how. Hell no, this wasn’t what she expected. It wasn’t even in the same ball
park.

Then Evan skimmed his hand from where he had a grip on her
hip to reach under her and she couldn’t answer for an entirely different
reason. A lone finger circled her clit as his easy pace gave way to more rough
and jerky thrusts. His lower abs slapped against her ass and she swore beads of
sweat dripped on her back.