Three Way, the Novel (8 page)

At the end of the night I begged Jake to finish up with the cleaning and garbage duty so I could rush out with Ryker.

“You owe me,” he said with a smug look. “I will think about it, but you definitely owe me for this.”

“Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?” I laughed as I hooked my hand in Ryker’s arm.

“What does he want?” Ryker asked and we left the club.

“Probably a picture of your…ahem…junk or something,” I laughed.

“You’re not serious are you?”

“I am. He’s really curious.”

“I could give you one if it means you get to leave early whenever you want,” he said.

As we left a group of bikers wearing Ryker’s club leather walked past us.

“Are they meeting tonight?” I asked.

“They are,” he said.

“Aren’t you joining them?”

“Not when I can spend time with you,” he said with a sideways glance. “I’d much rather take you somewhere and get naked than spend a few hours going over our club business. You see I already know the business because I’m the one who runs it.”

“So where are we going to get naked?” I asked with a grin.

“My place,” he replied. “I hope you don’t mind. There will be a late night snack laid out for us and everyone will have gone home. We’ll have the place to ourselves.”

“So we can walk around naked and eat snacks?” I laughed. “I’m in!”

“Exactly,” he smiled and stopped walking. He pulled me against him and bent down for a kiss. As he broke away he said, “This is what I love about you, kitten. You’re gorgeous, brilliant, and hilarious.”

“Well when you put it that way, I’d say I have to agree.”

He kissed me again and we got in the town car where he told the driver to take us home.

We drove through the streets with me resting my head on his broad chest listening to his voice vibrate a deep bass against his flesh.

The moment we got home he did right by his word and had us both stripped naked within moments.

We didn’t bother to eat though. He lifted me onto the dining table and made a meal out of me to begin with. I dug my fingers into the edge of the table and held on as he shoved my thighs apart and slipped his tongue along my soaking wet cleft.

“Oh Ryker,” I moaned and writhed against his face. “This feels so good.”

My hips bucked and he placed his huge hands on them to hold me down and continue his oral attack on my clit.

I came fast and hard and all at once. There was no slow build, it was fast and frenetic and I screamed his name so hard my throat felt raw as I came down afterwards.

He slowly licked my flesh and moved towards my inner thigh, up my leg to the plain where it joined my body, along my abdomen and towards my breasts.

He took one breast in his mouth and my nipples pebbled rock hard in response. I gasped and reached for him, pulling him up for a kiss.

He tasted of me, sweet and tangy, and he growled against my neck as our kiss ended. “You are fucking exquisite, kitten.”

I shivered at the intensity of his voice and said, “I love this, Ryker. I love being with you.”

He slid his tongue along my neck and sucked my collarbone, leaving little nibbles and spears of pleasure in his wake. “I love you, kitten.”

“What?” I gasped and grabbed his bulging biceps, pulling up to look at him.

“I love you,” he growled. “I loved you the moment I saw you in that alley and I knew you’d be mine.”

“I…I love you too,” I said and felt tears springing to my eyes. I’d never told anybody those words before, not like this.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said and kissed me again, pressing himself between my thighs and pushing himself inside of me. “And then I’ll make love to you.”

I dug my fingernails into his back and raked them down his flesh until I held onto his hips and pulled him into me deeper and harder.

He made good on his word that night, fucking me on the elaborately laid out dining room table. Afterwards we ate and drank and laughed, and he picked up me up in his arms and carried me upstairs to his bed.

And there we made love. It was incredible.

He was incredible.

Chapter Fifteen

I woke in the morning with sunlight piercing my eyelids and hurting my head. I hadn’t drunk much the night before but we’d only gotten a couple hours of sleep.

I rolled over in his huge bed and found it empty. I could still see the impression of his head in the pillow and smell his musky scent on the sheets.

My desire coursed through my body at the mere thought of him next to me all night, at the thought of the things that we’d done.

I got up and wandered to the immense bathroom just off the bedroom and half expected to find him in the shower.

It was empty and the marble was cold.

I was a little irked at waking up alone and hoped he hadn’t taken off again without telling me this time. It would be so awkward having to deal with the household staff all on my own.

I realized with a sudden jolt that my clothes had been left downstairs last night. I felt a red hot rush of embarrassment wash over me.

I didn’t even have my phone with me to text Ryker, it was in my purse and my purse was probably sitting on a pile of my clothing somewhere downstairs.

“Fuck me,” I moaned under my breath. I searched through the walk in closet that was larger than my bedroom for something I could wear.

I settled on one of Ryker’s shirts and a pair of boxer shorts. They would have to do.

I decided to have a quick shower first to refresh myself before facing all those people I didn’t know and who would surely look down their noses at me.

I briefly wondered how many women Ryker had dragged through here over the years. Would I just be one in a long string of easy girls?

I took my time in the spa shower and let the jets shoot steaming hot water all up and down my body. I even lounged on the built in heated chaise and let the water wash away any anxiety I might have.

I toweled off, combed my hair and left it in loose, tousled curls to dry and pulled on Ryker’s shirt and boxers.

I took a deep breath, opened the bedroom door and padded downstairs to find my errant lover.

I didn’t find him right away, but I did find the table set for breakfast. I felt like I was in a fancy hotel with an all you can eat buffet. Of course I’m sure when it was this fancy, they probably had a better name for it than
all you can eat buffet
.

I picked up a plate and chose some melon, a couple pieces of toast and a yoghurt cup with a heavy silver spoon.

I looked up and down for coffee but saw nothing. Instead I poured myself a glass of orange juice and prayed it would do the trick.

I wondered where my clothes and purse had ended up but decided I’d tackle that problem after I ate.

I was in the middle of devouring my meal when a housekeeper walked through.

“Excuse me,” I said and she stopped, turned and smiled. “Do you have any idea where some clothes ended up? They were left here last night along with a purse.”

My cheeks hurt from the fire dancing along my skin. My humiliation was now complete.

“Oh yeah, I think they’re in the kitchen on the side counter,” she told me and kept walking.

I finished up my breakfast and decided to look for my clothes and some coffee. Surely in a house like this they had to have something stronger than OJ in the morning.

I found the kitchen a vast space with dark marble countertops and gorgeous French country cabinetry everywhere my eyes could see. It was something out of a high end restaurant, it seemed decedent that it belonged to a house.

I turned the corner and saw a side table and Ryker standing in front of it with his back to me.

His hair looked trimmed and he was wearing a well tailored suit. I loved the way it hugged his muscular legs and arms, he looked really fucking hot in a suit.

I snuck up behind him and ran my hands along his hips. He jumped slightly and I said, “Good morning, sexy.”

I slid my hands to the front of his body, felt the familiar bumps of his rock hard abdomen and continued down the V plunging towards my favorite part.

His throbbing shaft.

I gripped it and was amazed at how familiar it was to me now, how all of his body felt like going home when I touched it.

He groaned and bucked against me. I heard a sharp intake of breath and he turned in my grasp, facing me.

I looked up at him and said, “Oh you shaved.”

“Do you like it smooth?” he asked, his voice lower than usual and full of amusement.

“I do,” I said and looked up at him. “I like it rough too though, but you know that.”

“Oh do I?” he chuckled and leaned towards me. “Let’s find out how much I know.”

He kissed me again, this time he wasn’t as demanding or passionate and his lips felt softer and more sensual. Ryker was usually very forceful with his kisses, letting me know with each one that he was dominating me and claiming me for his own.

This kiss felt more equal, as if Ryker was now more tactile and asking for me to meet him half way.

I did. I stood on my tippy toes and clung to his thick arms, the fine fabric of the suit feeling soft and supple under my fingertips.

He smelled different too, not his usual musky masculine scent tinged with leather, but like an expensive cologne. It was nice, it tickled my nostrils and made me feel even more for him.

He overwhelmed me with sensation and I moaned against his lips. Ryker was different somehow, as if we were vibrating on a different frequency than last night, but the same feral, primal attraction was there.

My body responded with need, I wanted to get him inside of me as soon as possible.

“Take me back upstairs,” I exhaled with almost a cry of desire. “Make love to me again.”

“I wish I could,” he laughed, “unfortunately duty calls and I have to get to the office this morning.”

“Office?” I asked, stepping back a little. I looked up and scanned his face and it was then that I noticed a small crescent shaped scar above his left eyebrow and a fleck of gold amongst the green of his right eye.

“You’re not…” I said but trailed off out of humiliation and confusion. This man was Ryker but not Ryker.

“Ah, I see you’ve met my brother Quinn,” Ryker’s bemused voice came from behind me. “I do hope he didn’t try to fuck you, kitten.”

“It was all her,” Quinn chuckled and looked down at me. “I didn’t mind though, she really is lovely.”

“You look the same,” I said, still not quite comprehending what was happening.

“We’re twins, kitten,” Ryker said and walked to my side. He took my hand and pulled me away from Quinn. “We share the same DNA, but we don’t share you.”

“Oh come on, don’t be such a stingy bastard,” Quinn laughed.

“No,” Ryker said in a low tone. I could obviously see the differences now that they were together. Ryker was slightly bigger, had shaggy hair and his face was stubbled with thick hair.

I looked back at Quinn as Ryker led me out of the kitchen and I couldn’t help but think about how insanely hot it would be if they did share their woman.

But only if that woman was me.

Chapter Sixteen

“You didn’t tell me you had a twin,” I pouted to hide my embarrassment and sipped the hot black coffee Ryker had poured for me.

Quinn had chuckled the entire time he’d eaten his breakfast and devoured me with his eyes. He had bedroom eyes, as my mother used to call them. The kind of eyes that were quietly undressing you as they roamed your body completely unchecked.

The kind of eyes that seduced you without a single word falling from his sensual lips.

Ryker’s eyes were more territorial, he sized you up with his gaze and decided how he was going to conquer you, tear you down bit by bit until you surrendered to his passion.

Quinn wanted you to come to him, he would draw you into his pool of desire with those damn sexy eyes.

“I didn’t think I had to,” Ryker replied and flipped the morning paper so it stood flat in his hands. “Quinn wasn’t supposed to be around this week, I thought he was stuck in Tokyo with some merger meeting or hostile takeover. I can never remember what he gets up to with the business.”

“You live here with him?” I asked, sipping the liquid energy that was seeping into my bones.

“We share the house, yes. For what it’s worth, I lived here first. He moved in with me.”

“There’s a difference?” I laughed.

“Yes, there’s a big difference. I was living on my own and my brother decided to move in with me.”

“Where was he living before?”

“Why are you asking so many questions about him?” Ryker asked in a deep voice and leaned across the table to look me in the eyes. “You want to fuck us both, kitten? You want us to fill your holes and fuck you hard at the same time?”

I could tell he was amused and making fun of the situation, but there was a part of me that melted at his words and the imagery they brought forth.

“No,” I retorted unconvincingly. “That’s sick.”

“Sick or fun?” he asked with a wink.

I looked down at my coffee and ignored the question but I couldn’t help the way my mind was rolling around playing the image in my head over and over again.

What would it be like to take two men like Ryker? From the feel of Quinn’s hard shaft I could tell they were equally matched in size and girth. How would they be in bed together?

My body warmed at the thought and I decided I had to change the subject or I was going to lose my mind over the two of them.

“What are your plans today?” I asked casually. “I have to work later of course.”

“You’re not going on stage again,” Ryker said with a stubborn look on his face.

I bristled and sat straighter. “I wasn’t planning on it.”

“Good, because you’re not allowed.”

“What do you mean I’m not allowed? You can’t tell me what I can or can’t do.”

“I can and I will,” he said in a low voice.

It thrilled me to have him taking charge of me like that, but my stubborn independent side struggled at the idea of him telling me what I could do.