The Sextet - Dirty Dancing [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (23 page)

Seeing Brand’s and Laynie’s expressions almost made Reese come. He stepped closer, guiding his hard-on into her mouth. A flash of movement across the room caught his attention. His reflection stared back at him. A mirror. He studied the image. She parted her mouth to close around his erection. Brand slowly rocked forward and back, in and out of her gorgeous butt.
Fuck, that’s sexy as hell.

“Look, Brand.”

His brother’s eyes opened. Following the flick of Reese’s gaze to the side wall, he groaned. “We can watch. Jesus, this is better than porn.”

Laynie met Reese’s stare in the mirror. Her tongue slid along the underside of his cock while she took him deeper into her mouth. She sucked, sending a shiver up his spine.

“Damn, I want you to blow me, but I want to be in your pussy. Will you go down on me later?”

With one last suck, she released him. “Oh, yeah. I want to make both of you come in my mouth. Now, find that condom and fuck me with Brand.”

The condom. What the hell did he do with it? Had he taken it out of his wallet?
No.
Her striptease and dance had distracted him. He grabbed at the pile of his clothes, digging for the blue packet.
Aha!
Donning the protection, he returned to Laynie and his brother, still gently rocking.

“You’ll tell us if this is uncomfortable? We only want to make you feel good.” He brushed a stray hair from her face. “No pain. Promise me?”

She reached for him, cupping his jaw in her palms. “I promise. I need both of you. Now.”

Taking her mouth in a deep kiss, he guided himself to the wetness between her thighs, easing upward into her tight pussy. Brand stilled behind her for a moment while Reese buried himself to his balls in her heat. God, he could feel the pressure of Brand’s dick in her ass. Then they moved in time to the slow, smoky rhythm of her music, sliding against each other.

Reese cupped one breast and wrapped an arm around her, overlapping Brand’s arm holding her from the back. Breaking away from her mouth, Reese watched his brother press his lips to her neck and shoulders. Damn, this felt so right. They loved her equally.

“Damn, I love being in your pussy. Come again for us, Laynie.” He thrust deeper, groaning against her jaw at the sensations of this new experience.

“I love fucking your sweet ass. Come with us, Laynie.” Brand matched his movements. His low moan joined hers and Reese’s.

* * * *

Laynie sucked in a breath. The naughty words heightened the rubbing and grinding, the rhythmic beat of their bodies joining with her body. A second orgasm raced the growing tightness of their swollen dicks in her trembling passages. A scream rose from her throat as she dove over the edge, free-falling through a rush of emotion in her heart.

“Yes, Laynie! Yes! God, yes, sweetheart!” Her lovers’ voices blended together as they pumped into her and shattered with her, their cries drowning out any single cry. They were bonded. Linked. Connected.

Legs tangled as she released her grip on Reese, and they glided to the floor. No longer physically one, but still clinging. Arms wrapped around her from front and back, a head resting on each of her shoulders. A tear trickled down her cheek. “I love you. I want to be with you both. Like this.”

* * * *

Linking fingers with Laynie and Reese, Brand waited for the pounding in his chest to slow. Making love to her defied description, especially when his brother hammered in time with him. Had Reese felt him like he’d felt Reese? Knowing she’d taken the two of them into her body at once had amped up the excitement rather than sparking jealousy. Her proclamation of love erased the sadness from thinking she’d chosen only one of them. “Will you come home with us, Laynie? I want to wake up with you next to me, between Reese and me.”

“Yeah, Laynie. What Brand said. And you promised this isn’t a one-time deal. I’m holding you to that.”

Her laugh touched Brand’s soul, brightening it. “You guys are being awfully demanding, considering this was my idea. I’ll go home with you if we can stop for a pizza on the way and we sleep in the spare room. I don’t want either of you thinking I care more for one of you.”

“Deal.” Brand rose, offering his hand first to Laynie then to Reese. He hoped his brother believed her as he did. They couldn’t afford to have any insecurities in this kind of arrangement.

Reese reached for his jeans. “I like the idea of a new bed for our new relationship, and pizza sounds great. Oh, what about the plumbing issue?”

Bare ass wiggling back and forth as she headed to the bathroom, she looked over her shoulder. “It can wait. I have more important jobs for you.”

Brand couldn’t wait to get on with them.

Chapter 6

Taking her time chewing the last bite of pizza, Julayne tried to drag out the minutes until she or Reese or Brand made the first move toward their shared bedroom for the night. The brothers had exchanged numerous looks over the dinner table. Were they deciding who got to do what during the next session of wild monkey sex? Her sense of fairness had her keeping score in her head, not wanting to show preference to one of them over the other. She loved them equally. How would she ever be certain they knew?

“Laynie, stop overanalyzing. You can’t put something like this into a spreadsheet.” Brand gave her a half smile.

Reese winked at her. “Your right eyebrow twitches when you’re doing calculations in your head. Brand’s right. Just let it happen.”

They stood, one gathering paper plates, the other picking up the empty pizza box. Both walked to the wastebasket. Their movements seemed choreographed as Brand opened the lid for Reese, who stuffed in the trash. Did they always work together like they could read each other’s minds?

Brand refilled her wine glass. “You’re still doing it. Reese is going to get a hot bath ready for you while I find a couple extra blankets and pillows.”

“Relax, sweetheart.” Reese returned to the table carrying a white box the size of his hand. Lifting the lid, he reached inside. “Dessert.” He held a dark chocolate truffle to her lips. “Happy belated birthday, Laynie.”

She bit into the creamy confection, closing her eyes to fully enjoy the bittersweet explosion in her mouth. “Mmm. God, this is
so
good.”

“You can have all you want while you soak in the tub. Ready for another bite?” Reese’s soft words tickled her ear as he brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. Tingles spread across her skin, and she nodded. He slipped the other half into her mouth. “I’ll take the rest of the box upstairs. Wine and chocolate and a hot bath for the smartest, sexiest woman we know.”

“And the most generous.” Brand’s voice came from the other side. He kissed her neck, sending a wonderful shiver up her spine. “With enough love for the two men who adore her.”

Turning to the left, she opened her eyes and smiled at her dark hero. “Thank you.” She touched her lips to his. Then she turned to the right to do the same to her white knight. “Thank you.”

* * * *

Reese nodded at his brother.
Time to convince her we’re in this for more than sex.
Brand returned a silent acknowledgment. “You’re welcome, Laynie. Come upstairs in about five minutes. Your bath should be ready.” The box of chocolates in one hand and the wine glass in the other, Reese followed Brand out of the kitchen and through the living room to the staircase. “Do you think we distracted her from thinking about how to divvy up the bedroom treats?”

Brand chuckled. “Between the wine, the truffles, and the two of us pampering her, she’s too busy wondering what will happen when she’s taking a bath to think about anything else.”

“So we’re both really okay with sharing her?” Reaching the top of the steps, Reese walked beside his brother toward the hall bath.

“God, watching the three of us in the mirror…I can’t imagine a bigger turn-on. My dick couldn’t have gotten any harder seeing you go down on her while I finger-fucked her ass. She says she loves both of us, and that’s good enough for me.”

“Damn, you had to mention the mirror, didn’t you? I almost lost it watching her suck me while you screwed that luscious butt.” His cock pushed against the fly of his jeans. “Her voice when she said she wants to be with both of us…I believe her. We can make this work.”

Brand flipped on the bathroom light. “Yeah. We’re going to make this work.”

* * * *

Two hundred ninety-eight, two hundred ninety-nine, three hundred.

Pushing the chair back from the table, Julayne took a slow breath before she stood. The gentle caresses and soft kisses had sent her hormones into overdrive. Would one or both of her lovers join her in the bath? Or maybe they’d take turns washing her, teasing her, preparing her for another round of phenomenal kinky lovemaking. A spasm rocked her greedy vagina. God, her panties should have been declared a flood zone.

Focus. Spontaneously combusting in the kitchen is a waste of a perfectly good orgasm when I can have two amazing men. Now, get your backside upstairs.

Popping the rest of the truffle in her mouth, she switched off the kitchen light and jogged to the living room and up the steps. Halfway down the hall, the sound of running water drew her to the same bathroom where she’d kissed Brand last night. Did that really happen just twenty-four hours ago? Would she have invited Reese to join them if she’d known he was watching them? Probably not. She hadn’t made the conscious decision to have both brothers until today. Was she older and wiser already?

Tugging her shirt over her head, she dropped it to the floor and wrestled out of her pants and socks, leaving a trail of clothes behind her. With any luck, she wouldn’t need them for the rest of the weekend.

“Everything else stays on until you’re in the bathroom.” She grinned at the warning tone in Brand’s voice. “We have plans for you, and you’re not going to screw, um, mess them up. Go take your bath so I can finish what I was doing.”

His Freudian slip almost made her laugh, but she wiggled her butt and blew a kiss at him over her shoulder instead. “I have plans for you and Reese as well.” Let him think about
that
while he prepared the bed they’d share tonight.

“Is that so?” Reese peeked out the bathroom door, brows raised and dark eyes sparkling. “Bath first, sweetheart. The water is ready and waiting for you.” He stepped into the hallway, gesturing for her to enter. “I’m going to help Brand. Your truffles and wine are on a table next to the tub. Enjoy.”

He closed the door, leaving her alone. A pair of candles flickered and reflected in the mirror. The light cast shadows over the white candy box, stemmed glass, and ripples in the water. She breathed in, the subtle scent of amaretto making her smile. Reese had lit the candles she’d given them for a housewarming gift three months ago. Did he remember she’d suggested putting them in the guest bath with the almond-colored towels she’d helped them choose?

Slipping off her panties and bra, she stepped into the warm water, sinking down until she leaned against the end of the tub. Silky heat lapped at her breasts. She took a slow sip of the cabernet Brand and Reese had brought to go with the Thai carryout for her birthday. Reaching to return the glass to its perch beside the tub, she froze with her arm almost to the table. She’d also gone on the shopping trip when they’d bought the round three-legged stand. How many times had they asked her advice for furniture and decor for their house? She’d picked out bedding and curtains and plants to accent the furniture they’d found together at an antique shop. Did they realize she’d decorated their home with them? If she’d had any doubts about the rightness of her relationship with the Hilliard brothers, they vanished with the memories of spending her free moments with them on the project.

She picked up a piece of chocolate, but didn’t bite into it. Studying the nearly black sphere, she shook her head. How had they known she preferred dark truffles when she’d said she needed wine and chocolate yesterday? The men she’d dated hadn’t noticed personal things about her. Of course, none of them had ever told her he loved her, either. She’d only overheard Reese and Brand admit it to each other. When would they tell her?

Biting into the bittersweet smoothness, she sank deeper into the cooling water.
Some relaxing bath this turned out to be.
Her brain had spent the whole time reviewing the past, questioning motives, wondering about the future.

Laynie, stop overanalyzing. You can’t put something like this into a spreadsheet.

Your right eyebrow twitches when you’re doing calculations in your head. Brand’s right. Just let it happen.

Gads, sometimes life didn’t need to be understood.
Go with the flow, Julayne.
If touching Brand felt right, she’d touch him. If she had the urge to give Reese a blowjob, she’d make him come in her mouth. They’d share and not worry about who got what how many times.