Tequila Truth (5 page)

Chapter Eight

After stuffing themselves on a hearty breakfast, Kylie stood up and stretched. “I need a shower. Desperately.”

“A shower sounds good,” Heath replied, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

“Oh yeah, I’m in,” Colt added, taking the dirty plates to the kitchen sink.

“You just had a shower.” She was trying to determine how all three of them would fit in her tiny shower stall.

“Well now, darlin’. There’s a difference between a cleaning shower and a recreational shower.”

“I was planning on taking a cleaning shower.”

“And I’m going to take a recreational one while helping you get clean, so it works out perfectly.”

“We won’t all fit in my shower.”

“That’s why we’re using mine.” Heath grasped her hand tightly in his and started pulling her toward his room.

About two years ago, it had dawned on them they were wasting their money on rent while waiting for their lives to become more settled. None of them were in a long-term relationship and they realized it was foolish to continue flushing their hard-earned money down the drain while waiting for some life-altering change to come along. After a long discussion, they decided to invest in property and buy a house. The verbal agreement was that when one of them wanted out, the other two could buy out that person’s share or they’d simply sell and split the profit.

The second they’d seen this house, they knew it was tailor-made for them. It was in a safe suburb with a reasonable commute time for all of them. It was a nice-sized ranch-style home and the layout allowed Heath to tinker with the floor plan, increasing the room sizes and adding a bathroom to his and Colt’s rooms. Kylie had settled for the master bedroom because it met her needs perfectly as is. Her bathroom, though small, had all the essentials and although Heath offered time and time again to expand it, Kylie refused the offer. A bigger bathroom meant more to clean.

Heath, an architectural genius as far as Kylie was concerned, had created a bathroom oasis in his own room. A large stained glass window filled nearly one whole wall above the Jacuzzi tub, allowing in copious amounts of light while assuring privacy. In addition to the tub, he’d installed a double-headed shower stall that was nearly as big as the bathroom itself. Colt and Kylie teased him mercilessly for his extravagance, but Heath insisted he was an adult who worked hard for his money and if he wanted a big bathroom, then by God, he was going to have it.

She had to admit hindsight was 20/20 and no doubt, she and Colt would be eating crow by the end of this water party.

Colt must have felt her pain. “I don’t suppose you’re going to let us take this shower without adding an ‘I told you so’ to the end.”

“Oh, hell no. You two had a lot of fun at my expense when I built that bathroom. I’m not sure I’ll be able to wait ’til the end to rub it in.” Heath stroked his hands together in expectation of having the last word.

“Well, I certainly hope you don’t wait until the end to rub it in. I may not be able to last that long.” She ran her hands over her breasts, massaging them deeply to make sure Heath caught the proper meaning of her words.

Heath groaned at the image, but Colt merely laughed before bending down and throwing a squealing Kylie over his shoulder. “Bathroom, now.”

No sooner had they reached the room than Colt had her T-shirt over her head and discarded on the floor. He and Heath quickly stripped out of their sweats, standing before her in all their naked glory.

“Mmm. As I recall, you agreed to do anything and everything I asked, isn’t that right?”

Colt narrowed his eyes at her question, obviously seeing the flaw in their earlier promise. “Anything with you. I’m not touching Heath.”

She laughed at his comment. “Why on earth would I want your hands on Heath when they could be touching me? Although, now that I think about it, the idea of the two of you—”

“Forget it,” Heath barked as he turned on the water.

“What did you have in mind, darlin’?”

“I want to give both of you a blow job…at the same time.”

Colt seemed to consider her request, realizing the close proximity he and Heath would have to maintain for that to happen. “That seems do-able. What do you think, Heath?”

“Hell yeah. Come here, Red. Let’s get that toy out of you first.”

She gasped at the feeling of Heath sliding the butt plug out of her oh-so-slowly and shuddered at the sudden emptiness. Fortunately, she didn’t have long to miss it. Colt followed her into the shower and, using some shower gel from the shelf, reached around her to work the lather into her breasts. Over and over, he rubbed the bubbles around her hard nipples, coating them with the masculine-smelling soap. It was Heath’s scent that tantalized her, birchwood and lemon balm.

Heath directed one of the showerheads at her and his hands joined Colt’s in rinsing the soap off her. As the suds trailed down her belly, Heath gathered some up and rubbed them into her pussy. He scrubbed the hair covering her mons.

“I’d love to shave this hair off you,” he murmured against her lips as he kissed her.

“God, yes.” Colt seemed to share Heath’s desire. “Think about it, darlin’, nothing between you and our lips.”

“Our fingers,” Heath added.

“Our cocks.” Colt dragged his hands down from her breasts and lightly rubbed her belly.

“Do it,” she whispered, entranced by their words, hands and lips which seemed to be setting her on fire everywhere. The water suddenly seemed too hot for her scalded skin and she started to ask Heath to cool it off. Before she could make the request, Colt’s arms enveloped her whole upper body, arms and all in a tight embrace. She felt something sharp at her pussy and looked down, shocked to see Heath on his knees before her with a razor in his hands.

“Hold still.” Colt issued the warning in her ear and the two of them watched in silence as Heath carefully shaved her.

“That looks so hot, darlin’.” Colt released her when Heath finished and rose and both men dragged their fingers over the too-sensitive flesh.

“Oh my God,” she cried, pleasure crashing through her. “That feels so good.”

Colt chuckled and turned her head to face him, kissing her hard and long. She was amazed by the sheer power in the kiss. Both Heath and Colt were masters and she wondered how she would ever be able to settle for the lukewarm kisses of other men after the scorching possession with which these two men had marked her with their lips.

She forced Colt to release her, remembering her earlier request. Both of them had offered her so much this weekend and she was anxious to give something back.

She slowly drifted down their bodies, pulling her hands along their chests until she reached her knees. Heath, sensing her direction, changed the flow of water from the showerheads so that it hit both men on their lower hips. She smiled at his ingenuity. It kept the water out of her face, but managed to provide plenty of moisture for her to use her hand on one man while sucking on the other.

“Kylie.” Colt’s voice rumbled over her and his hands were rough in her hair. She reveled in the feeling. He was always so in control that it humbled her to know she could do this to him. Leave him so hot and needy he forgot everything except what she was doing to him.

Her tongue darted around the hard head of his penis and she savored the pre-come coating him there. Turning slightly she repeated the action on Heath and wondered at the difference. She never realized a man’s come had its own distinctive taste until that moment. Colt’s was salty, like seawater, while Heath’s had an almost nutty flavor.

Gripping each man’s cock in her fists, she gave in to the desire to consume them. While she deep-throated Colt, she worked her hand hard against Heath’s turgid flesh. Then she switched. Over and over, she worked her tongue, teeth and hands over their erections, acutely aware when the tenor of their play progressed to the final stage. Heath’s grip on her shoulder became almost painful as his climax approached. Colt’s hands engulfed her scalp, forcing her further and further down on him.

“I’m coming, Red,” Heath cried when she took him to the back of her throat. He pushed her away from him. “I want to spill on you.”

Colt groaned at his words and placed his large fist over hers, pumping it hard and fast against his thick flesh before releasing her. “Together. Lean back, darlin’, and hold up those gorgeous tits. Let us paint them.”

She quickly moved into the position he requested, swamped by the passion raging within her. The idea of being marked in such a way was potent. Pushing her breasts up with one hand, she reached down to fondle herself. She was only a second away from coming herself. As she played with her clit, she looked up at Heath and Colt, watching her as they pumped at their own erections. None of them was going to make it much longer. No sooner had the thought passed her mind then she cried out, her orgasm drenching her hand. Colt and Heath reacted to the sound as if they’d been scorched by a flame and they emptied themselves on her chest at the same time with harsh cries.

Reaching up, she ran her hands through their sperm. With a saucy grin, she looked at Heath. “What was that you said earlier about rubbing it in?”

Chapter Nine

Colt rolled over and looked at the clock, marveling at how time ceased to matter. They’d stayed awake nearly all of Friday night, not bothering to rise until lunchtime on Saturday. After an afternoon spent showering, dozing and fucking, they’d fallen asleep. Now it was three a.m. on Sunday morning and he realized they’d failed to eat dinner again.

Rubbing his empty stomach, Colt looked over at his best friends sleeping peacefully beside him. Kylie was draped over Heath with her leg hiked up around his waist, her hand on his chest, and her head on his shoulder. He grinned at the image they made, both sprawled out and disheveled.

I could wake up like this every day of my life.

As soon as the notion crossed his mind, he attempted to push it away. Too many times this weekend, he’d found his thoughts drifting to
what if?

Punching his pillow, he tried to find a comfortable position for sleep. Unfortunately his mind continued to race with the question that kept haunting him.

What if they made this arrangement permanent?

Who said they couldn’t change the rules of the game? After all, it was their game. What if they snubbed their noses at conventional society and accepted the fact that the three of them fit? They were perfect together. The words had been on the tip of his tongue several times, but he’d never seemed able to voice them aloud to his friends. Something always held him back.

What if Kylie agreed, but Heath didn’t? Or vice versa? He knew without a shadow of a doubt they were meant to be a trio. If Kylie left them, he wasn’t sure what they would do. She brought out the best in both of them. He had a habit of being headstrong and opinionated, but Kylie softened those rough edges and without her steadying influence, Heath would have succumbed to his workaholic tendencies long ago.

They needed her and not singularly, but as a unit. This weekend had proven to him that there was no way in hell he could go back to a one man, one woman affair. He prided himself on being a red-blooded heterosexual male, but watching Heath and Kylie together had changed some intrinsic part of him and he knew he’d never view sex the same again. He was convinced that where this relationship was concerned, it was all or nothing and he desperately wanted it all.

Giving up on sleep, Colt pulled on some sweatpants and quietly padded to the kitchen. Maybe a midnight snack would cure his sleeplessness. Maybe it was an empty stomach and not his anxious fears keeping him awake.
Yeah right
.

Digging around in the fridge, he found some sandwich fixings. Pulling them out, he started putting the ingredients together without thinking.

“That looks good.”

He looked up to find a hungry-looking Heath eyeballing his sandwich.

“Get your own.”

Heath grinned at him as Colt pulled his plate closer as if to protect a precious treasure.

“I think you must be the only man on the planet who’s irritable after sex.”

Colt frowned. “I’m not irritable.”

Heath didn’t reply, merely lifted his eyebrows in disbelief.

“At least, it’s not the sex.”

“Hunger?”

“No.” He wondered if he should try to explain his worries. He’d already attempted to bring the subject up once and Heath had dismissed it.

Heath sat down across from him and started to assemble a sandwich for himself. “Worrying about Monday isn’t going to stop it from coming.”

He glanced up, surprised at Heath’s astuteness.

“We made a mistake. A fucking whopper of a mistake.”

Leaning back against his chair, Heath crossed his arms across his bare chest. “I’d call it a miscalculation, not a mistake.”

“Whatever you call it, wiseass, we’re in the shithouse now.”

Heath’s anger seemed to swell at the comment and Colt suddenly realized he wasn’t alone in his worry. “Damn it, Colt. Do you know exactly what it is you’re considering here?”

“A permanent arrangement.” He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He’d expected Heath to be the easy one to convince. He knew Heath wanted this as much as he did, but if he rejected the idea, there was no way Kylie would accept it.

“Colt, people don’t live in ménage situations. It’s a fantasy, not a lifestyle.”

“Who says? If I’ve learned anything from Kylie these last few years, it’s that I’m not living my life to make other people happy. Besides, we’ve all lived together so long, nobody even blinks an eye at us anymore.”

“There’s a difference between platonic roommates and what you’re proposing.”

“Think about it. Kylie knows what she’s getting with us. She’s already proven she can handle the day-to-day living together aspect. She’s put up with our overbearing, sloppy asses for years.”

“There is also a difference between picking up a few dirty dishes and dealing with two Doms in bed. Right now, she can tell us to go to hell if we get over-possessive because we have no real claim on her.”

“And if I know Kylie, she’ll keep right on telling us where to go, lovers or not.”

“Colt, there’s no way she’ll agree to this. We promised her a fantasy weekend with a return to our ‘just friends’ status on Monday. How can we go back on our word?”

“All I’m suggesting is that we ask her.”

Heath rose and walked toward the kitchen window to gaze into the black night and Colt questioned his friend’s feelings. Heath certainly had more to lose if their unusual situation became public knowledge. His friend was next in line for a partnership at the architectural firm where he worked. If the powers that be at his office found out he was an active participant in a ménage a trois, he could be putting his career aspirations at serious risk.

“That is if you’re willing, Heath. It’s not a small thing I’m proposing here. I’m not saying let’s try it and see how it goes. I’m serious about making this a forever thing.”

“So you’re proposing? To me and Kylie? I’m not sure if I should laugh or punch you in the face.”

“I, I mean
we
would be proposing to Kylie. But I guess now that you mention it, we’d be making a commitment to each other too. You’re my best friend, Heath. We’ve been in each other’s lives for nearly two decades. I wouldn’t know what to do if you weren’t in my life anymore. I mean, shit, we root for all the same sports teams. That’s rare, man.”

Heath laughed at his attempts to lighten the mood. “I do want this, Colt. I’m not blind and I can appreciate how perfect this weekend has been. Neither of us has had much luck in the love department and now I can’t help but wonder if it’s because we’ve been in love with Kylie all this time. Maybe we were avoiding the obvious because we thought it might end in a competition for her attentions.”

He groaned at Heath’s words. “Christ, do you have to mention the ‘L’ word? You know the thought of that emotion gives me gas.”

“Well, you’re going to have to overcome that little obstacle because I know for a fact Kylie won’t accept any offer we make that doesn’t include that sentiment.”

Colt ran his hand through his hair once again. “I love her. Shit, I’m crazy about the girl.”

Heath walked over and joined him at the kitchen table again. “It really won’t bother you when I’m alone with Kylie? There are going to be nights when you’re on duty and I’m telling you right now, I won’t just be in bed sleeping with her. I’ll be fucking her. That doesn’t bug you? Even a little?”

Colt shook his head instantly. “Not a bit. I swear to you. Does it bother you that the same holds true when you’re out of town?”

Heath gave a humorless laugh. “Not a bit. Geez, what’s wrong with us? Don’t you think there’s something seriously fucked up about that?”

“Not really. I trust you with my life, buddy, and I know you’ll take care of Kylie when I’m not around. The three of us fit and I’m not so sure the same would hold true if it was just you and Kylie or just me and Kylie. It’s hard to explain but I really feel like this relationship only works as a trio.”

Heath nodded. “I feel the same way. I guess when you think about it, we all bring something different to the table. Besides, with our fucked up work hours, it would take both of us to make one full-time husband for her.”

“Heath, we’ve shared everything our whole lives—bedrooms, clothes, cars. It’s second nature to us now. Besides, I gotta tell you, the sex—” He stumbled, trying to find the words, but his friend saved him from the task.

“I know,” Heath said. “So now we share Kylie?” Heath’s question came out as a statement and Colt let it slide without a response. “She’ll never go for it.”

“You said that about this weekend and she jumped in with both feet. I can’t go back, Heath. If she refuses, there’ll be no going back to the way things were.”

Heath turned and frowned at him. “You’d move out?”

He shrugged. “I’ll never be able to be in the same room without wanting her again.”

Heath considered his words for a long time. “Neither will I. So I guess we’d better put on our most persuasive faces and convince the girl, since failure doesn’t seem to be an option.”

He smiled and walked over, placing a friendly hand on Heath’s shoulder. “Well, my friend, I’ve been thinking about that and it seems to me that Kylie responds better to actions than words.”

“Are you suggesting we seduce her into agreeing to marry us?”

“Like you said, failure’s not an option and the way I see it, all is fair in love and war.”

“You’re speaking in clichés,” Heath muttered.

“Better that than the puns I usually annoy you with.”