Trinity (32 page)

“It’s a lot to wrap my head around,” I admit. I’ve bounced between the two of them for months, and finally having the tension bubble and pop was more than I was prepared for.

“You look tired.” Dev hooks some hair behind my ear.

“I’m exhausted.” On every single level.

“Come here, then.” Reese pulls me off Dev and into the crook of his arm. “I didn’t get to do this last time.” He closes his eyes, resting his head contentedly on one of my frilly pillows.

“Yeah, because you’re a sex stealer.” I poke him in the ribs.

“Damn right.” Reese and I both laugh at our inside joke while Dev raises an eyebrow.

“Long story.” I pull him down next to me so I’m packed between the two of them. My full-sized bed providing just enough room for the three of us to lay. One wrong move, though, and someone may end up on the floor. Good thing I’m the cream in the middle of this cookie sandwich.

Wrapped in a cocoon of male limbs and warmth, the sounds of their breathing paired with the caress of their hands over my bare skin lulls me straight into a deep, satisfied slumber.

I wake with a start, cold and alone.

I grab the sheets on both sides, finding them empty.

A monumental feeling of loss pummels me.

I question whether last night even happened. Then I shift, and a world of hurt punches me between my legs. “Oh shit.” I roll over into the fetal position and breathe. Goddamn. It definitely happened, because it feels like I did one too many Kegel exercises.
Oh.

I slink out of bed slowly and cover my body with a hot-pink nightshirt, every step evoking the ache between my legs. I creep down the stairs, taking each step carefully as the smell of coffee fills the first floor like smoke. My senses enliven as I round the corner to find Reese and Dev leaning casually against the counter, both with a mug in their hand. I expel a sigh of relief. Truth be told, I would’ve been devastated if they disappeared on me in the middle of the night.

“Morning.” I enter the room timidly, making a beeline for the coffeemaker.

“Morning,” Dev answers, the two of them tracking my every move. My kitchen is small. Nothing more than a countertop, a few cabinets, a refrigerator, and stove all done in whites and creams.

“How did you sleep?” Reese asks over the steam rising from his cup.

“Fine.” I turn to them, warming my hands around the mug.

“Just fine?” Reese toys with me. I suppress a smirk. “Much better than fine. Supremely satisfied.” I stroke their egos.

“Now, that’s the response I wanted to hear.” Reese leans down and kisses me.
Oh, Good. Morning.
Dev then does the same. Whoa. My head is suddenly spinning. I’m not awake enough to process all this.

“Kayla,” Dev says my name seriously. “We need to talk.” Oh shit, here it comes.

“About?” I take an innocent sip of coffee.

“Several things.” Dev removes the cup from my hand, then props me up onto the countertop. I wince when my butt hits the laminate. That smarts.

“A little sensitive, are we?” Reese mocks.

“Yes.” I clench my crying pussy.

“We did our job then.” He smiles haughtily.

A little too well.

Reese and Dev surround me with their bodies, each taking liberties with their hands. Reese’s on my hip, Dev’s on my naked thigh.

Just their simple touch has me reeling.

“What did you want to talk about?” I ask, trying to get a grip. I don’t want to come off as some needy woman who’s already hooked on them.

Which, obviously, I am.

Dev skims his thumbs across my burning skin, making it difficult to concentrate. “You want to tell me what that Kawasaki is doing parked in your garage?”

“Huh?” Not the question I was expecting, at all. Like never even entered my mind.

I peer at Reese. “Has someone been sharing secrets that aren’t his to tell?”

Reese just shrugs. “He was going to find out eventually.”

I’m uprooted with a potent shot of suppressed emotion. My past is my cross to bear, and I choose when, and whom, to share it with.

“Kayla, you have to let us in. This will never work if you keep us in the dark.”

“This?”

“Yes, this.” Dev motions to the three of us. “You didn’t think last night was a one-time deal, did you?”

I hoped it wasn’t.

“You belong to us now,” Reese confirms. “Every last inch of you.” He fucks me with his eyes, and I have a flashback of last night. My cheeks instantly heat. I’ve belonged to them longer than they know.

“Tell us so we know. So we can understand,” Dev implores, gripping my thigh tightly. I know it’s eating him alive. From the moment we met, I’ve been prejudiced against him because he rides a motorcycle, and here he is now peeling away the layers of all my dirty secrets. Of my hypocrisy.

I breathe shallowly as I look between them, the guilt rising like the ghoul it is.

I haven’t talked about that night in nearly ten years. I don’t even know where to begin.

“Kayla, you can tell us. You can trust us,” Dev consoles me.

I want to trust them. Even more than that, I want to fall apart in their arms and have them tell me everything is okay. That it wasn’t my fault, even though it was.

The tears well before I can stop them, my vision blurring. Dev and Reese immediately move closer as I find the strength to let them in.

“I was sort of wild when I was younger.” I laugh through my tears. “In high school, I got wrapped up with a bad crowd. My aunt could barely control me. I was a teenager rebelling. Drinking, drugs, sex, boys, and bikes. That was my life for a while.” I turn red. I’m not proud, but it’s a fact. I wipe my wet cheeks and continue talking. If I stop, I’ll never find the courage to finish. “She was my best friend. My sister,” I add obscurely.

“Who was?” Reese asks.

“Becca.” I sniff. “I’d known her my whole life. We were inseparable since kindergarten. We did everything together. Caused so much trouble.” I smile at the memories.

“And what happened?” Dev hangs on my every word.

“She died.” I can’t hold back the sob. “And it was my fault.”

“Kayla.” I’m not sure which of them utters my name, but they both try to calm me. “Take a deep breath and just go slowly,” Dev advises. I try to do as he says, but the self-blame is rampant. It takes a few minutes for the angst to subside and, once it does, I nod when I’m ready to continue.

“We were out one night. Same as always, a bunch of us just hanging around. Becca had been pestering me all night to leave. She wanted to go home. She wasn’t feeling good or something, but I wanted to stay out. So I kept brushing her off, until she got fed up and found another ride home.” I can still see her climbing onto the back of the dark blue Honda as if she were standing right in front of me. She had just cut off all her long, blonde hair, so it fell just above her shoulders. The haircut made her look older. Less innocent. But she was innocent. She never drank, never smoked, never did drugs, and never went past second base. She was confident in who she was while I was still finding myself. And maybe I resented her a little for it, but not enough to wish her harm. Bottom line, she was my best friend and I loved her.

“I knew the guy was fucked up. High on God knows what. But I let her get on the bike anyway, knowing full well I shouldn’t. Knowing I should’ve been the one driving her home. He didn’t even give her his helmet. He just took off, teetering down the dirt road.” I fiddle with my hands manically. “I didn’t see the crash, but I heard it.” My voice shrinks. “Heard the tires screech and the metal crunch.”

“Damn,” Reese blurts, gut wrenched.

“By the time an ambulance got there, it was too late. I just held her while she died in my arms.” I break down, the tears pouring out of my eyes and falling into my lap. “Everything changed that night.
I
changed.” I retreat into myself, wanting to disappear. “I distanced myself from everyone and everything. Swore off the entire scene. It hurt too much to even look at a motorcycle, let alone ride one. So after a lot of counseling to help cope, I threw myself into school. I decided to become a nurse, so I would never feel that helpless again.” I stare off into space desolately.

“Hey.” Dev pulls me out of my own head, cupping my face with both hands. “Is that who the tattoo is for?”

“Yes. B, Becca, butterfly.”

Dev looks me over compassionately. “I’m sorry, Kayla.”

“Me too.” I gaze at him vacantly. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I’m sorry I pushed you away. I’m sorry I was scared to give you a chance.”

Dev smiles, making me realize my words carry more meaning than I’m even aware of.

“You’re forgiven.” He presses his lips to mine. “And that story explains a hell of a lot.”

“My complete hypocrisy?”

“No, your reluctance.” Dev chuckles. “You had me worried for a while. You’re the first woman who made me question my game.”

“Not mine.” Reese smiles cheekily. “I knew I’d bone you eventually.” A celebrity ego is a dangerous thing. “You know what else I think?” Reese cozies up to me.

I shake my head.

“That everything happens for a reason. It’s tragic that your friend died. I’ve walked a mile in your shoes. Trust me. Several times. I know what it feels like. But if it never happened, I may not be standing here right now. And I’m sure there are a lot of other people who can say the same.”

“You turned a tragedy into something positive. And you know what your reward is?”

“I can’t begin to imagine.”

“Us.” Reese pops his eyebrows. He’s such a goof.

“I’ll never feel rewarded, but I’ll gladly take both of you.” A small bud of happiness blooms in the darkness of my soul. I marvel at how it only took one night for these two men to become my entire world.

“Well, you definitely have us. The question is, what are you going to do with us now?” Reese’s eyes flicker with sinful intent.

I hand myself over willingly. “Whatever you want me to do.”

F
or the first time in what feels like forever, I don’t know what to do with myself. I have no schedule, no engagements, and no obligations. My lifestyle has gone from Superman to Clark Kent. Unless I’m in bed with Kayla. Then I’m definitely Superman. It’s been two weeks since Kayla, Dev, and I consummated our relationship. It’s not exactly traditional, but it’s working for us. There are some obstacles, I’ll admit. Like keeping what happens between us behind closed doors. The media would have a field day if they found out a pro-racer was involved in a polyamorous, triad, open—whatever the fuck it is we have going on—relationship. With my twin brother, no less. I’m not sure how my sponsors would feel about it, either. There’s a public persona clause in my contract stating I will uphold the brand with maturity, dignity, and respect. Even though I’m -open-minded about my situation, I’m unsure what their views are, and the rest of the world’s for that matter. Luckily, Kayla and Dev understand and have agreed to keep our relationship under wraps.

So, now that I’m on hiatus, I need to find something to do. Dev and Kayla have their lives here and their jobs. All I have is loads of time. Which is why I’m signing on the dotted line. I already did some damage at the Ford dealership, picking up a brand new F150. I drove it right off the lot. Now, I’m procuring two brand spankin’ new dirt bikes. They’re being loaded onto the bed as we speak. I need to stay on top of my game during the winter, and the best way to do that, believe it or not, is to tear up some trails. And there are sick ones all over this area. Why buy two, though? I need someone to spank while I ride. Dev is the perfect person. He’s an expert on cement, but get him on some earth, and he’s reduced to a novice. It’s going to be fun. I contemplated buying a four-wheeler for Kayla, but I’m not sure how she’d react. She’s testy about the whole riding thing, but I’m hoping she’ll come around.

Damn, what I wouldn’t give to see that woman ride a bike.