Homewrecker (Into the Flames #1) (34 page)

“Kennedy!” both Gunnar and Dixon yell, banging their fists off the bathroom door. I grab ahold of the shower rod, catching myself before fall. I can hear them both laughing through the door so I’m sure it’s nothing serious, but it still has me yelling back at them to find out what they want.

“Get your ass out here, woman!” Dixon growls through the door.

“I’m naked, wet, and trying to get clean!”

“Yeah, that’s how we fuckin’ like you, well, minus the clean part,” Gunnar chuckles loudly. “Come out here so we can dirty you the fuck back up!”

Those words have me scrambling for a towel. I wrap it around my chest, just barely getting it tucked under my arm before yanking the door open. Both of them are perched back against the headboard, shirtless and trying to hide their smiles. The oversized Batteries Not Included bag between them catches my eye but I try not to make the fact that I’m wondering what is in it obvious, but fail completely.

“You want the bag, don’t you, baby?” I flick my eyes up to Gunnar’s, slowly nodding my head. He knows exactly how to get to me. “Drop the towel.”

Lifting my arms slightly, I let the towel slip and fall to the floor in a heap. I’m past hesitating with them. I know it hasn’t been long, but this, the three of us, it works. After nearly three weeks of living together like this, we have seemed to find our groove. We work, come home and enjoy time with each other as much as we can around the guy’s crazy schedules. Even dinners with Mark and Lynsey still flow the same, there is no awkwardness at all. I guess it’s probably because we’ve always been together to begin with but getting to fall asleep in a tangle of arms and legs between Gunnar and Dixon nearly every night is an added bonus. An extremely pleasurable bonus.

Their eyes heat, making me feel like the sexiest woman on the damn planet. Dixon pats the bed right in front of the bag. “Get that sexy wet ass up here. I think we need to dry you off with our tongues.”

I scramble onto the bed, crawling until I’m where they want me. I don’t care if they dry me off but I know simply by looking at them that they are itching to touch me. Shifting onto his knees, Dixon smirks before leaning down and kissing my hip. Flattening his tongue against my skin, he drags it up my body before wrapping his mouth around my hardened nipple. He bites down causing my entire body to shudder and I gasp.

“You like that, baby?” Gunnar asks, sliding up to my other side. Before I have a chance to answer him he latches onto my other nipple. All I can do is close my eyes and feel because the ability to function normally is gone as I thread my fingers through their hair.

The bag crinkles but I can’t make myself open my eyes and before I know it I’m being pushed backwards at an angle. With my head pressed against the bed, they lift my legs into the air.

“Well would you look at that. Lynsey was right,” Dixon sighs. “It does put your ass up high enough to let us both torture you at the same time.”

Gunnar walks around the side of the bed, shucking his jeans to the floor before climbing back onto the bed beside me. He cups my breasts, causing me to arch my back. I love the way they make me feel, how they play my body like an instrument. Gunnar’s lips meet mine and his teeth nip at my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. I moan, my hands going into his hair, holding him to me.

Dixon’s hands spread my thighs, keeping me in place. His tongue runs up the length of my pussy, stopping to circle my clit slowly before pulling back and blowing over my heated flesh. My hips arch up, seeking more of his mouth. Gunnar’s lips trail down my neck and chest before his tongue circles my nipple. My fingers tug the strands of his hair, pulling hard when he sucks it into his mouth while Dixon’s tongue trails down to my asshole.

Slipping a finger inside my pussy, Dixon crooks his finger, finding the spot that drive me wild. His tongue presses against my asshole, pushing inside past the tight ring of muscle. “Ah,” I cry.

His finger slips from me and both hands cup my ass, opening me more to him. Gunnar turns away from me and swings a leg over me, standing over me so that I have a perfect view of his hardening cock. Leaning down, he presses kisses to my hip, moving toward my pussy.

Dixon’s tongue moves in and out of me and it feels amazing. When Gunnar sucks my clit between his lips, my hands fly to his ass needing something to ground myself to. He groans against my skin when I flex my fingers. My entire body burns and aches in anticipation. Unable to stand being still, I wrap my fingers around Gunnar’s dick and stroke in time with the movements Dixon makes with his tongue. Gunnar hisses through his teeth, moaning against me and it drives me wild.

“Please,” I beg, feeling the pressure begin to build. I don’t want to come like this. I want them both with me on it.

Suddenly we are moving. The guys roll me to my stomach on the wedge, my eyes fluttering closed at the feel of their hands moving along my body. “Do you want us to fill you, Sunshine?”

“Yes,” I moan. A hand cracks across my ass echoing throughout the room. I yelp, my eyes flying open as the bite of pain turns into a delicious burn. When the mattress shifts, Dixon settles on the bed in front of me completely naked. His cock bobs making me lick my lips. I want to taste him, and by the look in his eyes, he knows it.

Fisting his dick in his hand, he leans in and smiles wickedly. “Open for me, I wanna feel that hot fuckin’ mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.”

Inch-by-inch, Dixon slides into my mouth, his hands going straight into my hair. Tangling his fingers in the brown and purple strands, he guides himself in and out at the pace he wants. Gunnar’s hand runs down my spine, stopping on my ass. His fingers trace along my hip, no doubt tracing the red mark that I am sure is there.

Dixon fucks my mouth, his movements getting faster just as I feel lube drip down the crack of my ass. Gunnar’s finger slips inside, slowly sliding in and out before pushing in another. I moan around Dixon, not breaking eye contact with him, even though when Gunnar replaces his fingers with the head of his cock, my eyes want to close at the fullness.

“Jesus, fuck,” Gunnar moans, pressing deeper. “You’re like a vise.”

“Hell yeah,” Dixon grunts, his hips flexing with every thrust into my mouth. “Love fuckin’ her ass.”

Gunnar’s movements are slow, and the pressure is so overwhelming that I am doing everything I can to rock back against him, needing more. I moan and mumble in an attempt to tell him that I am OK, that I need more. I want him to shatter me, to make me fall apart over and over.

Dixon studies me, his motions slowing a bit before looking up toward Gunnar. “Harder, she needs you to give it to her hard, man.”

“I’ve got this,” Gunnar says through gritted teeth. “Not takin’ a chance on hurtin’ her, I know what I’m doin’.”

Dixon’s eyes meet mine again, his hand caressing my cheek softly before yanking my hair, roughly thrusting into my mouth until the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, making me moan loudly around him. “See, she likes the hard shit, Gun. Makes her feel alive. Tonight, that’s what she needs. Don’t you see that?”

“I said I had it.” I feel Gunnar the second he disconnects from me and the entire scene. Rolling from the wedge, I turn and face him. His eyes look pained and I can feel the other shoe dropping that I secretly knew was still buried deep inside him. He shoves back into his jeans, zipping them, but leaving them unbuttoned. “I don’t need you instructin’ me on how to fuck my wife, Dix.”

Sitting up, I stare between them. “I was just tryin’ to tell you what she needed. I could see her face, she needed more from you. I wasn’t tryin’ to be an asshole, man. This was supposed to be about us having fun. It was supposed to be about us givin’ Kennedy a night of nothin’ but pleasure. Tell him what you need, Sunshine.”

“You don’t think I know how to pleasure her?” Gunnar asks, looking to me for reassurance.

“Stop it!” I scream, leaping from the bed. “I knew this was going to happen. I won’t do this.” Flinging open the closet door, I yank on a pair of sweatpants and a blue tank top. Walking back out, I see Gunnar and Dixon staring at me, waiting for me to speak. “You two have no idea how it feels to be pulled between the two people I love most. I want our relationship to work more than anything, but it can’t with this shit lurking in the background all the time.” Turning to Gunnar, I sigh. “I love your sweet, I do. But sometimes, I need rough and hard. I need to shatter, because every time you make love to me it puts all those pieces back together.” Stomping toward the doorway, I stop just outside and blow out a breath when neither of them says anything after my rant. “Figure out how to deal with your shit or you’ll be fuckin’ each other. I love you both and won’t choose between you. We all wanted this so no turning back now.”

Walking out onto the deck, I flop in the lounger and stare out at the stars. I don’t know how to reassure Gunnar or to ease the feelings he’s obviously having. This is something the two of them have to work out between themselves. I won’t be a mediator or the glue that holds this relationship together. Yes, I have separate relationships with both Gunnar and Dixon, but the relationship we have as a whole, and their friendship, need to be just as solid if not more than anything else.

My eyes fall on the chair Gunnar was sitting in before he packed and left. That day, even though it was so long ago, is still fresh in my mind. The ache I felt in my chest at losing both the men I love hits me again. Could this just be the beginning of the same thing? Only this time I would watch them both leave me at once.

After a while, the door opens, but I don’t turn in the chair to meet them. I can feel them stare as they study me. “Baby, are you OK?” Gunnar asks, the boards beneath his feet creaking as he makes his way toward me.

“Just fine,” I deadpan. “I’m just thinking about the last time I sat here. Just wondering if history is about to repeat itself, that’s all.”

“That’s not gonna happen,” Dixon says, the guys each kneeling beside me on separate sides of the lounger.

“He’s right,” Gunnar says, taking my hand in his and pressing a kiss to my wrist. “Dixon and I were talking. If we’re gonna make all aspects of our relationships strong again, we have to work on each of them separately.”

“How?” I ask.

“Date nights, both together and alone, nights where just Gunnar and I go hang, time with all of us together, among other things,” Taking my other hand, Dixon smiles at me. “It’s not gonna be easy, someone will fuck up, it’s natural. We just have to commit to fixin’ it.”

“OK,” I reply, leaning up and squeezing both their hands. “One other thing I think we need to do.”

“What’s that, baby?” Gunnar asks.

“I want us to buy a new bed,” I reply, releasing their hands and pushing to stand up. “The place the three of us sleep together, make love, whatever, needs to be a neutral ground. All the memories of that bed, should be us, from here on out.”

Dixon smiles. “I think that’s a great idea.”

Gunnar nods in agreement. “Great, we can get on that in the morning. Now,” I reply, brushing them both as I pass by, heading for the door. “I would love to fall asleep sandwiched between the two men that I love while hearing about their days.” Turning, I toss the hair over my shoulder and wink at them. “Nakedness is mandatory, so is groping.”

I hear them chuckling as I make my way down the hallway, tossing my clothes off as I go. I really love the ideas they came up with and can’t help feeling hopeful. Rebuilding their friendship along with our relationships separately, as well as together is a great idea. Lying in bed, I watch them both come in the room, stripping down before sliding in and surrounding me. Tomorrow, I will go with Lynsey and buy a new bed, all the way down to sheets and pillows. Tonight, however, I’ll fall asleep between my guys and after listening to their plans for date nights while feeling them skin-to-skin in bed with me, I drift off with a huge smile on my face.

You know the person that you talk to and nod absentmindedly at when they speak so they think you’re listening? You know the one, we all have someone like that in our lives. Mine just so happens to be my mother. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love her. I really do, it’s just that sometimes I don’t necessarily like her. Or her choices.

I never expected to answer the door this afternoon and find her standing on the other side. She used to have the decency to give me a heads up, so I could at least mentally prepare myself. Not lately. Of course the one time I actually have something that I need to talk to her about that is more than the weather or football, is one of the times she shows up unannounced. However, as usual, the conversation doesn’t stray from her very often.

After dragging her fingers through her hair, my mother grabs the cup of coffee that I’ve refilled three times because it wasn’t right and takes a sip. She grimaces, turns up her nose and sets the coffee down. “I’m not sure why you can’t get this right, Kennedy. Coffee, sugar and cream. It’s not rocket science.”

“Maybe the water tastes funny compared to what you’re used to, Mom. Maybe for once it isn’t me.”

OK… it was me. I may have put salt in along with her sugar. But in my defense she deserves it. If I had it and could get away with it I would probably drop a hit of acid in there just to mess with her.