Tequila Truth (6 page)

Chapter Ten

The sun was rising outside the curtains when Kylie opened her eyes to find two large predators staring at her.

“You guys look like a couple of hungry tigers,” she teased. She could feel their arousals pushing against her hips and wondered if her body was up to any more playing. She was pleasantly sore in muscles she hadn’t known she possessed.

“We were starting to worry you were going to sleep the entire day.” Heath reached over and pulled her on top of him. He covered her face with soft kisses and she giggled as his fingers brushed her waist so lightly it tickled.

“It’s dawn, you slave driver. Besides, you should have woken me up. I certainly don’t want to be accused of wasting our last day on something as silly as sleep.” She thought she heard an unhappy growl from Colt, but when she looked over her shoulder his face belied the sound so she dismissed it. “So what’s the plan for today?”

“Seems to me there’s one fantasy we’ve yet to indulge in.” Colt’s deep voice reminded her of his Tequila Truth answer and she shivered with anticipation. Heath must have mistaken her response.

“Easy, Red. Remember your safe word. You can say it anytime.”

“I don’t want to say it.” She pushed up onto her hands and knees, caging Heath below her while offering Colt a perfect view of what she wanted him to claim.

She was thrilled when Colt’s natural dominance came shining through. “Don’t move. Stay exactly like that.”

She looked over her shoulder as he moved to the bedside table. She watched as he removed two condoms and a tube of lubrication. He saw her gaze on him and he offered her a seductive smile that did little to calm the butterflies now flittering in her stomach. She was about to get her ultimate sexual fantasy. Colt and Heath were going to take her together. She quivered with excitement at the thought.

Colt returned to his spot directly behind her and she struggled to relax when his large hand came to rest on her ass.

Heath reached up and ran his knuckles along her cheek in the way she’d come to love in the few short days they’d been together. The gesture was so typically Heath. His had always been the shoulder she cried on when life got too tough and his touch now was so full of comfort and love it was all she could do not to cry with delight.

She shook slightly when she felt the cold lube land on her ass, but Heath shushed her and continued to stroke her face. She leaned forward, desperate to feel more of him. Her breasts pressed against his hard chest as she offered him her lips, silently begging him to claim her mouth as surely as Colt would claim her ass.

As Heath deepened the kiss with the stroke of his tongue, Colt deepened his own strokes, pushing one, then two thick fingers inside her anus. The plug had worked its magic and she felt her muscles relax against the unfamiliar invasion. Soon he added a third finger and she broke away from the kiss with a pleasured cry.

“More,” she demanded without thought. For a moment, she feared they’d deny her, tease her, but her word seemed to be the impetus they were waiting for. Heath picked up the condom Colt had laid beside him on the bed and put it on, while Colt continued to torment her ass with his fingers. Once Heath was sheathed, his strong grip on her hips pulled her until her wet opening was level with the crown of his cock. She struggled to breathe as he slowly impaled her body on his rigid erection, his tight hold keeping her from thrusting down on him as she desired.

When he was fully seated, he held her completely still. She fought against his hold, desperately trying to fuck his cock until Colt’s hand landed on her ass with a loud smack. She froze. The spot he struck stung for only a second until he ran his cool lips across the injured flesh. She fought against the pleasure and pain as he repeated the action on her other buttock.

The feelings his actions evoked in her body were better than in her wildest dreams. This moment was the one. The one she’d spent a lifetime looking for, waiting for, praying for. Heath’s hard cock was filling her cunt while Colt marked her ass with a loving spanking. Unable to deny her body’s desire, she succumbed to one of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever had.

Colt and Heath must have realized the impact their actions were having on her as Heath wrapped his arms around her while Colt lovingly caressed and kissed the heated skin on her ass.

“More.” She repeated her earlier demand as she came back to earth and silently rejoiced when the men—her men—chuckled in surprise.

“Demanding little wench.” Heath directed his words over her shoulder at Colt.

“I can see why she’s been so mischievous these past few months. It takes more than one man to satisfy her.”

Kylie considered Colt’s reply for only a moment, marveling at the truth of his observation, but then her thoughts were washed away by touch of his cock prodding for entrance at her virgin hole.

Together the three of them worked slowly toward heaven. As Colt pushed forward into her tight ass, Heath murmured words of encouragement. Whenever she tried to move, she was halted by not two, but four hands, refusing to allow her to take too much, too quickly. It was clear neither man wanted to rush this for fear of hurting her and Kylie’s heart swelled with the thought.

“Almost there,” Heath whispered in her ear. “God, Kylie, I can’t tell you how good this is. I can feel Colt’s cock through the thin wall inside you. It’s rubbing against mine. I never knew it could be like this. Thank you, baby. Thank you for giving this to us.”

She shivered at his words and Colt shoved in the last few inches, buried deep within her.

“Darlin’, are you ready to take a little ride on the roommate roller coaster?”

She grinned over her shoulder. Only Colt could make her want to laugh during the most magical moment of her life.

“Buckle up and keep your cocks inside my body at all times, boys.”

“Hold on, Red,” Heath said as he gripped her hips and slowly pulled out. When only the head of his cock remained lodged inside, he started back in as Colt retreated. In and out, they moved in unison. She was overwhelmed with sensation, pleasure and pain so intense she wondered if she would survive the sensual assault. Soon their thrusting grew faster, harder and she felt as if she were drowning in desire. She started to come, the orgasm far more intense than any of its predecessors. No sooner had it ended, than another gripped her—and another. She was screaming and shuddering, but her beloved men showed her no remorse. On and on, her body twisted and turned until she thought she surely must be on a roller coaster.

Finally, she felt Colt plummet to earth with her, his climax sending a barrage of words from his mouth. Words like wife and marriage and forever covered her as completely as his body and then they were swept away by Heath’s orgasm and his own love words joined Colt’s in her subconscious. She savored the words and held them close to her heart. For the first time in years, she allowed herself to dream the impossible dream of holding these two men to her forever. For one glorious moment she imagined a lifetime with Heath, her best friend and confidant, and Colt, her big brother and fiercest protector.

When the last tremor died away in her body, Kylie drifted into sleep, feeling truly loved for the first time in her life.

Chapter Eleven

“Where’s Heath?” Kylie asked as Colt came out of the laundry room with a basket full of clothes.

“We were hungry, but there’s not much left in the kitchen to eat, so he went out for doughnuts.”

“Krispy Kreme?” Her stomach growled at the promise of her favorite sweet treat.

“Is there any other kind?”

“God, I hope they’re hot.”

Colt laughed. “You know I think my ego’s taking a blow here.” He walked over to her as if studying her face. “Yep, a bit flushed and if I’m not mistaken, your breathing is uneven. I’m starting to think you could orgasm from the thought of doughnuts and here I was thinking it was only my finesse and skill as a lover that was capable of driving you to that.”

“What can I say?” she joked. “I’m a doughnut whore.”

She noticed the laundry basket in his hands “What are you doing?”

“Laundry. We’re going to be in a whole world of hurt come tomorrow if we don’t try and get some of our usual weekend chores outta the way.”

She turned up her nose at his words. “I kind of liked forgetting about the real world for awhile.”

Colt kissed her softly as his free hand ran through her hair. “Oh baby, we can make the world go away anytime you want to. In fact, I was thinking about you when I was doing the laundry.”

“Terrific,” she teased. “I’ve always wanted a pile of smelly socks to remind someone of me.”

“It wasn’t the socks, darlin’, but the dryer.”

“Dryer?”

“Come see.” He grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the laundry room. As soon as they entered the small room, he set down the basket, then turned and lifted her up on top of the running dryer. The warm vibrations instantly triggered her arousal.

“Oh, wow.”

“I knew you’d like that.” He seemed pleased by her response. Working the buttons free on the jeans she’d donned only a few minutes earlier, he pulled the zipper down, and gripped her hips. “What are you doing with pants on? I oughtta tan your hide for getting dressed without permission. Let’s get these off.”

She knew instantly where he was heading. He was tall enough that what he obviously had in mind would work perfectly. She giggled with glee at the thought and quickly divested herself of her pants and panties. The sensation of the dryer against her bare ass increased her arousal.

She and Colt bumped heads in their rush to free him from the confines of his own jeans and they laughed until his cock touched the opening to her wet channel.

“Are you on the pill, darlin’?”

Glancing down, she realized he wasn’t wearing a condom.

“Yes,” she answered, scooting closer to the edge, pushing the head of his cock inside of her.

He winced at her action. “I’m clean, but it’s up to you. There are condoms in the bedroom.”

“Don’t you dare leave me. Come inside, Colt. I want to feel you. Just you. Please.”

Her invitation issued, he shoved in to the hilt with one hard thrust.

“God, yes. Darlin’, you have no idea how good that feels.”

“Yes, I do,” she confirmed.

No other words were necessary as he began to move in and out of her body. The hot vibrations of the dryer outside and Colt’s hard, searing movements inside sent her over the top in an instant. She cried out, but he captured the sound with his mouth. Claiming all her moans with his lips against hers, he continued to rock into her, pushing her higher and higher. When she came again, he fell with her, shouting out his love, pulling her tightly against his body.

As they came back to themselves, Kylie leaned back with a satisfied grin. “All the doughnuts in the world couldn’t make me feel like that.”

The sound of Colt’s cell phone interrupted their shared laughter. He pulled up his jeans and grabbed it off the hallway table right before the voice mail kicked in.

“I’m off duty,” he barked into the receiver and she sighed. He was obviously being pulled in to work and she was disappointed at the prospect of her fantasy weekend being cut short.

“Fine, fine. I’ll give you one hour, that’s it. This is bullshit, Dave, and you know it.” Colt clicked the cell shut aggressively and gave her an apologetic look.

She offered him a sympathetic smile. “Don’t explain. Just go. The sooner you get there, the sooner you can get back.”

He walked over to her, explanation on his lips, but she halted his words. “I mean it, Colt. It’s okay. Just hurry back to me.”

He bent forward and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek and she was surprised by the innocence of the gesture. She’d become so in tune to his aggressive, possessive claiming of her lips that the sweetness of his kiss sealed her fate.

“I’ll miss you every minute,” he said.

“Same here.”

“Save me a doughnut?”

“No promises there, big guy.”

He laughed and grabbed a clean shirt off the pile of clothes he’d finished washing. “God, I love you,” he said and Kylie felt her heart skip a beat at his admission. He didn’t seem to expect a reply as he gave her another quick kiss and said goodbye.

She stumbled out of the laundry room in time to watch him cut a swath through the house looking for his keys. She grinned at the familiarity of the scene despite the inner turmoil she felt swirling around her heart.

Damn man could never find his keys and hearing him curse as he continued his search soothed her. Perhaps things were still okay. No doubt he meant his proclamation of love in a casual way. A friend-to-friend way. She loved him and Heath after all and he hadn’t said “I’m in love with you”. Simply “I love you”. Feeling somewhat reassured by her rationalization, she decided to steer clear of the imminent eruption of his temper as she watched him accidentally bump his head on the door of the hall closet.

“I’m going to go grab a shower. Why don’t you look in the kitchen for your keys? I seem to recall seeing a set on the counter last night.”

Then, coward that she was, she beat a hasty retreat to the safety of her bedroom, anxious to escape not only Colt, but all the feelings he was stirring up inside of her.

Chapter Twelve

“Fuck,” Colt yelled, rubbing his chest where Heath’s shoulder caught him as they collided at the front door.

“Where’s the fire?”

“Sorry. I’m in a hurry. Got called into work. Couldn’t find my goddamned keys for ages.”

Heath smirked as he dropped the bag of doughnuts on the hall table. “So what else is new? Where’s Kylie?”

“She’s getting a quick shower.”

As Colt spoke, Heath looked at his friend for the first time since entering the house. “You two had sex.”

Colt grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “What can I say? She can’t keep her hands off of me. When I get back, we can issue our proposal, but until then, Heath, I fully expect you to do your part to continue convincing her how great a lifetime of fantasy weekends would be.”

Heath laughed, rubbing his hands together. “Gee, twist my arm. Kylie, all to myself for the afternoon. Don’t feel like you have to rush back on my account.”

“Asshole. If my cock weren’t so pleasantly sore, I’d probably be pissed, but fact is I’m beat.” Colt grabbed his leather jacket. “Take it easy on her. Poor girl’s had a busy morning.”

He shook his head as Colt left.

“Cocky bastard,” Kylie muttered behind him. “Couldn’t wait to brag, could he?”

He turned to see her dressed in her terry cloth robe, her hair wet and dripping. He drank in the sight of her looking so relaxed and at home. She looked the same as she had everyday for the past seven years, yet he was suddenly taken aback by how beautiful she was. It was as if the blinders he’d worn for nearly a decade had fallen away and revealed a living, breathing Venus.

“I missed you,” he said softly. He walked over and wrapped his arms loosely around her waist. Even though she’d succumbed to Colt’s singular advances, a foolish part of him feared she may reject his.

Her soft lips landed on his cheek, giggling as she wiggled her nose against his unshaven jaw. “I missed you too.”

“Kylie.”

“Shhh.” She placed her fingers against his mouth. “Colt said you went out for doughnuts.”

He laughed at her comment. She was a sucker for Krispy Kremes. “Yep and the hot light was on.”

She groaned in pleasure as he grabbed her hand and the bag, dragging her to the kitchen. “Come on. We’ll eat and then I have an idea.”

“Ooh, I like your ideas,” she replied. “Give me a hint?”

“It involves you, me, jets, bubbles, and lots and lots of hot water.”

She pulled back on his hand, attempting to change his direction. “You know, it seems to me that those doughnuts may be a bit better cold.” With a sassy grin, she tugged him toward his bathroom.

Heath followed willingly. Truth be told, he’d eaten two doughnuts on the way home.

“I can’t tell you what this means to me,” he joked. “I’ve honestly never seen anything more important to you than a hot doughnut.”

She laughed at his jest, bending down to fill the Jacuzzi tub with water. “Yeah, well, you guys have never offered me a sweeter alternative.”

He bent down to kiss her, slowly untying her robe and slipping it off her shoulders. He was pleased to find her completely naked underneath.

“I think you’re the sweetest thing in this house, hands down.” The heat of their kisses mingled with the steam rising off the water. Both of them were so swept away with their shared touches that they nearly let the water overflow and had to open the drain to release some before they could climb in.

Giggling, she sank down into the tub as he turned on the jets. “Ah, this is heavenly.”

He joined her, pulling her onto his lap, facing him. “Now it’s heavenly.”

They continued to kiss and touch until Heath felt her rise up to take him inside. “Kylie,” he said, his hands gripping her hips to halt her movement.

“I’m on the pill,” she said answering his unspoken concerns. “Colt and I—”

She stopped and he knew that Colt had taken her without a condom earlier. If he’d been a stronger man, he’d have gotten out of the Jacuzzi to grab the condom, well aware that decisions like this shouldn’t be made in the heat of the moment. But the fact was he couldn’t have moved away from her if his life had depended on it. He knew they all practiced safe sex and there wasn’t anything he wanted more than to be inside her with nothing in between.

“I want you, Kylie,” he whispered against her lips and he pulled her down on to his thick erection.

They moved slowly at first, but soon patience gave way to passion as their powerful thrusts stirred up the water and it began to crash in waves around them. They came together and as they drifted back to reality, Heath pulled her head down to rest on his shoulder—desperate to keep her close to him. Fear of the unknown crept into his mind and he worried that this moment alone with her would be the last.

“Hey,” she cried and Heath released his crushing grip on her.

“Sorry,” he said with a rueful grin.

“Is something wrong?”

Heath started to say the words that were fighting for release, but he couldn’t seem to get them out. The risks suddenly felt too great and in the end, he lost the nerve and instead made a joke. “Red, I know you have an aversion to cleaning bathrooms, but I think we’re going to have to get a mop in here. There’s more water on the floor than in the tub.”

She giggled and snuggled closer. “This is nice,” she murmured.

“Better than nice,” he agreed.

“I keep thinking it should feel strange, but it doesn’t.”

He considered her comment. After years of “just friends” status, he was also surprised by how natural it felt to hold her in his arms. “We’ve always been close,” he teased, pulling her body flush against his. “Now we’re just closer.”

“Mmmm,” she agreed, dragging her lips across his throat. “I like being closer.”

His erection stirred at the first touch of her lips despite the fact he’d had more sex this weekend than in the last year combined.

Kylie felt his cock come back to life. “And closer,” she added as she took him back into her body.

“And even closer,” he said, slowly thrusting up.

They repeated the mantra, as this joining, unlike the others, was slow and sweet and when it ended, Heath placed a soft kiss on the top of Kylie’s head.

“Stay with us—forever,” he whispered.

After a nice, long soak in the Jacuzzi with Heath, they parted ways for a little while, each retreating to their own rooms. Heath needed to put the finishing touches on a sketch he was presenting to the partners at work first thing in the morning. Colt was probably pissed as hell by now for being held up at the station so long, but Kylie was grateful to have a few moments of peace and quiet to sort out her thoughts.

Looking at her bed, she wondered how she’d ever be able to survive returning to the lonely, cold thing once the weekend ended. Walking to the mirror that hung above her dresser, she dragged a comb through her tangled auburn hair as she looked at herself for the first time since this fantasy weekend had begun. Her face was flushed, her lips pleasantly swollen from their nonstop kisses. Her curls were disheveled and tousled with a well-bedded look. Leaning forward, she felt as if she were seeing herself for the first time. She looked…damn, she looked beautiful, feminine.

After a weekend listening to Heath and Colt’s never-ending compliments, she was seeing herself through different eyes, through their eyes. She’d always considered herself passably pretty, not that she ever tried to improve that state. She was content with her looks and refused to spend hour upon hour attempting to enhance anything. She hated make-up, detested hair salons and clipped her fingernails when they got too long because they annoyed her. She’d never owned a bottle of fingernail polish or a curling iron—although with a head full of spirals, why would she need to? None of that seemed to matter now as she recalled Heath calling her beautiful and Colt whispering the word
gorgeous
in her ear.

Sighing, she chastised herself for her sudden vanity. Damn men. They had her acting like a silly girl. Enough. When the deal ended later tonight, she was going to come back and sleep in that damn empty bed even if it killed her, and when she woke up tomorrow, things would be back to normal. She would be one of the guys again and Colt and Heath would return to simply being her fun-loving, affable friends. Of course that also meant she would have to return to lusting after them in silence. Problem was, now she would know exactly what she was missing rather than merely filling in the blanks with her overactive imagination.

Her thoughts kept drifting back to their professions of love. Clearly, it was the lack of blood to their brains from too much sex that was doing the talking. There was no way they could mean all the wonderful things they were saying. Colt said he loved her. During their bath, Heath had said he wanted her to stay with them forever. She was certain one—or had both of them?—whispered the word
wife
in her ear when they’d made love together this morning.

Her heart ached with the sudden realization that she wanted both of them more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. Who in the hell did she think she was to consider even for a second that she could possibly be woman enough for just one of them, let alone both of them together. Damn. The problem was, while the sex was great, amazing, fucking off the charts, she’d given her love to them a long time ago for completely different reasons.

Heath was truly her best friend and there was absolutely nothing she didn’t tell him. He listened to all of her work stories, consoled her after every stupid break-up, and offered her advice and a swift kick in the ass when he thought she needed it.

Colt was more like an older brother to her than her own sibling. He protected her, looked out for her best interests and made her feel safe and cherished. In addition to that, he made her laugh—all the time, and in her book that was more important than flowery words or sappy sentiments.

She felt like she was losing the struggle to retrieve what was left of her scattered wits. How long would it be until they realized what they’d offered during the heat of the moment? Were they even now regretting the impulsiveness of their words? How could they know how much their sweet nothings affected her and tapped into her most desperate desires for them? How long would she have to defend her heart and soul against the memories of this glorious weekend and how long would it be before she’d have to be committed to the psychiatric hospital?

Yes, she decided, pushing away from the mirror, a good night’s sleep would restore things back to normal. She’d find a way to return to her old self and somehow, someway she’d manage to put away her unruly desires and pull out Kylie the buddy once again. At least she hoped that proved so because the very sad, very true fact was she had fallen madly, deeply, passionately in love with Heath and Colt and she didn’t know if she could survive the fallout of a return to their previous lives.