Awakening Her Racy Passion [Racy Nights 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (17 page)

He picked her up and backed her against the wall, planted his feet, and shoved his dick into her pussy. She had said she was on the pill, right? Yes. She had said that, but it was difficult to pull the memory out right now. He couldn’t think. All that mattered was how his cock felt inside her tight, hot, wet pussy.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him and clutched at his skin as he pounded into her like a runaway train. When her orgasm crashed over them both, his let go as well, and pinned her there against the shower wall until he couldn’t squeeze out one more drop of cum.

When he placed her back on her feet, her entire body trembled. He pulled her close and kissed her, stroking her hair and back as he guided them both back under the warm spray. He had no idea how long they stayed there, just holding each other, but when the water began to cool, the fog lifted from his brain.

He turned off the water, dried her with a towel as though she were a child, and then led her back to Wyatt’s room. He didn’t want his twin to wake up and find them both gone. In the morning, he’d tell Wyatt what had happened, and then they’d figure out how this was going to work. Because Trent was head over heels for this girl, and he had to have her. He’d gladly share her with Wyatt, as long as he was in the mix somehow.

* * * *

Wyatt woke up to the sound of birds singing, but when he opened his eyes, the light in the room was still soft. He’d forgotten to close the drapes, not that it mattered. This side of the condo faced the woods, and right now he didn’t care if someone had been sitting in a tree with binoculars, watching them last night. He was proud of what they’d done. He wanted to ride through the streets of Racy with a bullhorn, letting everyone know what had happened.

Ria was asleep, and next to her Trent lay on his back, snoring softly. The entire room smelled like sex. The urge to wake her up and fuck her again was strong, but so was his need for coffee. They had all day with her, and tonight. He crawled out of bed and took care of business, then went downstairs and started the coffee. He was rummaging in the fridge, trying to decide if he should make them all breakfast or put on some clothes and drive to Nan’s Place or Have Some Coffee on Riverside for takeout, when he heard movement.

“Hey. Need any help?”

“Did I wake you?”

Trent shook his head. “No. Ria’s still asleep, though.”

Wyatt poured a cup of coffee. “Should we make breakfast, or buy it?”

I’m fine either way. Look, I have to tell you something.”

Wyatt turned to face him. “What is it?”

“Last night, a couple of hours after we fell asleep, I woke up and so did Ria. I took a shower with her, and we had sex in there.”

“And I slept through the whole thing?” It was a silly question. Wyatt knew he’d sleep through a tornado.

“We were quiet.”

A pang of jealousy tried to force its way in, but Wyatt tamped it down. Trent would never screw him, and considering his history, he probably felt very guilty about what had happened. “So what should we do? How do you want to work this?”

Trent poured himself a cup of coffee and took a seat at the counter, where Wyatt then joined him. “I was hoping to talk to you about that this morning.”

“I have no clue how to do this. We should ask the others.”

Trent nodded. “I was thinking the same thing, but how do we do that? I mean, if we do, we’ll have to tell them about us and her.”

Wyatt glanced toward the stairs, and then lowered his voice. “Are you worried about their reaction?”

“A bit.”

“Fuck them. Seriously. It’s really not their business, you know. And she made a huge leap yesterday by apologizing to Marisol. Before this day is done, all of them will know that.”

“Okay. So, what do we do? Who should we ask for advice? Which pair of Doms is least likely to give us shit for this?”

Wyatt sipped his coffee and thought for a second. There were eight triads in Racy, and while Wyatt knew all the Doms equally well, he felt closest to Sean and Maddox. He was also good friends with Rafe, but he didn’t think talking to Rafe or Ellis right now was the best idea. No doubt Marisol had told Rafe by now what his sister had done, but Wyatt imagined the three would still need time to accept this and come to terms with how they felt about Ria. “I’ll call Sean and Maddox later. Maybe we should invite them and Julie over for dinner? Or meet them someplace tonight?”

Trent’s eyes brightened. “You know, that’s a really great idea. Why don’t we all go to Gino’s? Then Ria would be seen out with us, and with others in the community.”

Wyatt nodded. “I like it. It’s a fabulous idea.” He glanced around for his phone, but he must have left it upstairs. Trent had his, so Wyatt called Sean and found out that he was off that night. He outlined his plan, and Sean said he’d talk to Maddox and Julie and let him know what they thought.

“As for advice on how to share her, all I can tell you is that it wasn’t easy for me and Maddox at first. You know we’d had a falling out and weren’t friends for years, so we first had to get over that. But in the end, we did this because it was what Julie wanted, and both of us only wanted to see her happy. If you keep that in mind, you’ll be fine. Make sure it’s what Ria wants, and keep the lines of communication open. That’s the key to making something like this work.”

“Thanks, Sean. Hope to see you three later.”

“I’m sure you will. Julie will be up for work in few minutes, and I’ll talk to them both and call you back. You want me to call you or Trent, since this is his number?”

“Call this one. My phone is still upstairs.”

After Wyatt ended the call, he glanced at Trent. “So, breakfast. What do you want to do?”

“Let’s make it for her.”

He laughed. “Isn’t our sub supposed to do that for us?”

“Well, yes, but we have to ease her into this.” Trent slid off his stool and began to pull things out of the fridge. “We did a lot to her last night.”

“Okay. But just so she knows not to expect this all the time. And, just so you know, I get some alone time with her as well.” He hadn’t meant to say it. The words had just come out.

Trent turned around, his face full of guilt. “Let’s talk about that right now, okay? Seriously. I don’t know what I’m doing here, and I don’t want anything to come between us. You’re my brother. You mean the world to me.”

“I feel the same way about you.”

“Then shit. How are we going to make this work?”

“It’s okay, man. Relax. Sit down. Let’s talk. You said she’s still sleeping. Breakfast can wait a few minutes.”

He did, and then Wyatt filled their cups again. “Does she drink this? We should save her some, just in case.”

“I think she does.”

Wyatt took a fresh sip then took a deep breath. “Okay. I guess we need to decide if we each get alone time with her, and how that will work. Do we keep track of it, do we just let the moment dictate it? How do we keep it fair?”

“I don’t know. Should we put a calendar on the wall?”

Wyatt laughed. “Yeah. Right. Can you imagine?”

“Personally, I’m fine with not keeping score.”

“Are you sure? I mean, this has more of an impact on you than me.”

“It has an impact on both of us. We’re both horribly jealous, and this could get out of hand quickly if we’re not careful.”

Wyatt nodded. He had that part right. “Okay. If we’re not going to keep score, then that’s cool. But do we tell the other about the times we’re alone with her for sex or play?”

“Yes. We should be up-front about everything, right from the start.”

“I can do that. But promise me one thing. If you start to feel like I have more time alone with her than you do, we talk about it.”

“I promise. And you do the same.”

Wyatt clinked his coffee mug against Trent’s. “It’s a deal. Now let’s make breakfast. I’m hungry.”

Ria woke up to Wyatt and Trent both tickling her, and she could hardly breathe from laughing so hard before they finally let her off the bed. They told her to shower and be downstairs in half an hour. “Half an hour? It takes me half an hour to do my hair and makeup.”

Wyatt kissed her, then gazed into her eyes with tenderness. “Stop worrying about your hair. We love it messy like this. You look like you’ve been rolling around in bed all day.”

“And you don’t need makeup,” said Trent. “You’re beautiful. Don’t you know that?”

She didn’t know what to say. The men she’d dated hadn’t showered her with compliments like this or made her feel sexy when she looked a mess and smelled like sex. It was overwhelming, but she loved it. “Thank you, Sir.”

Trent grinned, and her pussy grew wet again. Every inch of her body was sore, but right now if they’d told her they were going to fuck her all day long she wouldn’t protest. He handed her the bag she’d dropped on the living room floor last night. “You can use my shower. You already know where it is.”

She cut her gaze toward Wyatt, but he didn’t look surprised, so Trent must have told him. Was he okay with that?

“And by the way, do you drink coffee?” asked Wyatt.

She nodded, still wondering what he thought about her and Trent’s midnight rendezvous. His expression was neutral, and the question had sounded innocuous as well.

“Okay. We’re making breakfast, so hurry up or you’ll miss it.”

“You’re making me breakfast?”

“Yes. Now get going.”

As she brushed past Trent, he smacked her right ass cheek. “But don’t expect it every day. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” Ria realized she’d better get used to taking quick showers when she was with these two. When she came downstairs, they had a feast spread out on the dining room table, and the smell of strong coffee permeated the air. “This is too much. Are you two for real?”

“Don’t tell me your brothers can’t cook,” said Wyatt.

“Oh, they can.” She’d been about to say that she couldn’t imagine them doing so now for their subs, but realized two things. They might very well do that, and she didn’t want Wyatt or Trent thinking she’d just made a huge assumption about what her role was with them. They hadn’t asked her to be their sub.

As they ate, she watched the easy way they chatted with each other about nothing. When they started talking about their friends, Ria realized again how little she knew about the everyday lives of people who were in Wyatt and Trent’s circle.

Kari and Alexa owned and operated Tye Me Up, and Peppi worked part time for them now, but Ria had set foot inside the shop just one time. She’d never had a reason to go, but it would have been nice if she’d at least visited it once in a while. It had been open for over a year now. Luke and Chase lived above the shop with Alexa now, and Ria had never been up there to visit them, even though Luke was her brother.

Ria had heard from Bonnie and Leela that Chase had been sick with a nasty flu bug for almost a month right after Thanksgiving. She also had heard from Luke that Alexa had caught it, and that’s why she hadn’t been working as many shifts as usual lately at Luke’s Bar to help out, like she’d always done before. But Ria hadn’t said anything to Alexa about how sick she’d been, or even asked if Chase was feeling better. She should have done both.

She knew that Olivia was pregnant, and she’d also heard through the grapevine that Storm and Cameron had taken turns sitting up with her during the first four months because she’d been so sick she could barely keep anything down. She should have gone to visit Olivia and made sure she was feeling better. She was due in two months, and Ria had yet to congratulate her, Storm, or Cameron on the pregnancy.

And she knew that Annalise’s uncle Dominick had died last summer, but not that Annalise, Dustin, and Chad had gone to Passion Peak, Colorado for the funeral. She should have sent Annalise a card, at the very least.

Each time Trent or Wyatt asked if she knew about one of these events already, explaining they couldn’t very well ask her not to gossip if it came across that they were doing the same thing, she told them she already knew. But when they asked if she’d spoken to any of the people about the particular news since finding out, and she admitted she had not done so, their reactions were the same. They were surprised.

These were their friends, but they were also people that Ria saw nearly every day on the streets of town, or in her brother’s bar, yet she remained uninvolved with their lives. They were all so close, and knew everything about each other. How would they ever accept her into their fold if she couldn’t so much as ask if they were feeling better?
Would
they ever accept her? And if they didn’t, where would that leave Wyatt and Trent? Would they be forced to make a choice?

Was apologizing to Marisol enough of a start, or should she do something else? She and Annalise had started to grow close last summer, but then once Annalise had started Giolanna Design Solutions with Gina and Olivia, they’d stopped hanging out. Should she try to renew that friendship as well? Should she reach out to the others, too?

“Where did you go just now?” Wyatt’s question snapped her back to reality.

“I’m thinking about everything you’ve just said, and I realize that I’ve taken in all this news, but I’ve made no effort to seek anyone out and congratulate them, or tell them I’m sorry about bad news, or even just to ask if they’re feeling better. I’ve isolated myself from everyone.”

“This is going to take time. You don’t have to take on the weight of the world all at once.”

His gaze left her feeling like a bug under a microscope. Was she that transparent, or was it the attorney in him that had noticed the shift in her mood? And didn’t he have to work today? “Did you take a vacation day?”

“Yes, I did. And you just changed the subject.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to. I was thinking about how you noticed my mood shift, and that it must be the attorney in you that makes it so easy for you to do that, and that in turn reminded me that you’re usually at work by now. But I’m glad you’ll be home all day.”

He smiled and covered her hand. “Well then, I have more good news for you. While you showered, Sean and I talked. We’re having dinner with him, Maddox, and Julie tonight at Gino’s.”