“Thanks.”

  From that point on, I zone out Reed and Rayn as they continue to talk. My mind is filled with thoughts of Rayn living in our space. I honestly don’t mind her being here. I would have offered the extra room myself had I known she needed a place to stay. Sure, I’m in for a hellacious next-however-many-weeks with trying to keep control of my bodily functions, but I’d suffer through anything for Rayn.

  I’d do anything for both of my best friends.

  Chapter 4

  RAYN

  With one hand holding three coffees in a drink carrier and the other holding a box of donuts, I turn my back to the door and push it open with my butt. A heavy breeze blows my hair in my face, so I shake my head to try and move it.

  A grunt comes behind me, indicating I just whacked somebody with the door.

  I spin around. “Oh crap. I’m so sor–” My words cut off when I see who the person is.

  Generally, I’m a nice person and get along with everyone. I’ve never hated a person so much that I’ve wished them to perdition. I truly believe most people are good, but sometimes make mistakes.

  But the man looking back at me? Yeah, he can go to hell. Danny Larson. The man who, up until a few weeks ago, stalked me. I can still mentally feel the marks he left on my wrists when he cornered me at home a while back. We dated for all of two months when I broke things off because he was acting too possessive. He clearly didn’t like my decision and decided to follow me around, then send me shit at home and my job that freaked me the fuck out. Jamison noticed the bruises on my wrists and took off before I could stop him. I knew he was going to find Danny. By the time I made it to Danny’s house, Danny’s face was already busted up. To stop Danny from pressing charges against Jamison, I threatened to call the cops myself and report all the shit he had been doing to me, along with showing the bruises on my wrists.

  My gaze catches on the slight bump on the bridge of his nose from when Jamison broke it, and a spark of satisfaction goes through me. He deserved more than what he got.

  Surprise flickers in Danny’s expression before his lips curl up. “Rayn,” he sneers my name.

  “Danny,” I return icily. “Did you have a nose job?” I tack on the end, my inner bitch making herself known.

  The muscles in his jaw twitch and his eyes turn to slits. “You know what the fuck happened to my nose.”

  I slide my eyes to the woman beside him, feeling it’s my duty to warn her. “Be careful with this one.” I jerk my chin in Danny’s direction. “He can be heavy handed at times.”

  “You fucking bitch,” he growls.

  I don’t respond. I simply hold the woman’s gaze for a moment longer, praying she makes the right choice, before I turn and walk away.

  I go to my car at the end of the block and set the box of donuts on the top so I can dig my keys out of my pocket. Feeling eyes on the back of my head, I look over my shoulder to find Danny still looking at me. The woman is gone: either inside the coffee shop or having left Danny on the street.

  Unlocking my car, I grab the donuts and quickly get inside, not realizing until then how unsteady my heart is. If Jamison hadn’t stepped in when he had with Danny, I don’t know how far things would have gone. Each time I caught Danny following me or I received a weird gift from him, I told myself the next time he did something, I would call the cops. I was stupid and never did. I just kept hoping he would stop on his own. Jamison beating the crap out of him did the trick. This is the first time I’ve seen or heard from him.

  Pushing Danny to the back of my mind, I turn my car on and pull away from the curb. The guys are at my place, already packing some things for me. I ran out to get coffees and donuts for us. Technically, I still have a couple of weeks before I have to move out, something I’ve told Reed and Jamison, but they insisted I go ahead and move in with them. The rest of my stuff will be packed over the next couple of weeks and put in storage.

  I pull in beside Jamison’s truck and get out with my load of refreshments. Hearing their deep voices toward the back of the house, I set the box of donuts on the kitchen counter and take the coffees with me as I hunt down my boys. I find them in my bedroom.

  Jamison is in my closet, tossing clothes into a box. Reed is over by my nightstand with his back facing me.

  “Delivery,” I say cheerily.

  My mouth pops open and the drink carrier almost slips from my hand when Reed whips around, holding my handy dandy, used very frequently, vibrator.

  Mortification doesn’t begin to cover what I’m feeling right now. I know my face has to be beet red. And of course, I just stand there like an idiot, my eyes very much stuck on the item in Reed’s hand. An item I’ve shoved in my coochie on multiple occasions. Not only that, but an item I’ve used to get myself off when my thoughts of Reed and Jamison get to be too much and I need relief.

  It’s not until Jamison appears in the closet doorway that I spring in to action. I practically jump across the bed, somehow managing to not drop the coffees, and shove them against Reed’s chest as I jerk the toy away from him. Standing on my bed and looking down at him, I immaturely hide it behind my back.

  “Why in the hell are you going through my nightstand?” I ask with a glare. “Everyone knows a nightstand is a no-go zone.”

  Reed looks at me and a slow grin spreads across his face. “Are you embarrassed, Ray?”

  My glare turns into a scowl. “What do you think? How would you feel if I found something of yours that you use to pleasure yourself?”

  Off to the side, I hear Jamison make a grunted noise, but I keep my eyes pinned on Reed.

  “I’m pretty sure you’ve met them all. The only things I use to pleasure myself are wet pussies and tight ass–”

  I slap a hand over his mouth before he can finish his crass sentence. His grin grows behind my hand, and a second later, I feel the warm, wet sensation of his tongue.

  I snatch my hand away and scrub it down my leg. “You’re gross.”

  One shoulder lifts. “I’m not the one who shoves that monster behind your back in my–”

  “Reed!” I yell his name.

  Some of the mirth fades from his face. After setting the coffees on the nightstand, his hands wrap around my waist and he picks me up from the bed with ease to set me on the floor.

  “Calm your tits. It’s just a sex toy, Rayn. I’ve seen plenty of them. Everyone has ways of getting themselves off. Besides,” he winks, “it’s hot as fuck imagining you lying there getting yourself off with that thing.”

  Did he really just say that? Over the years, we’ve had our moments when we’d flirt. It’s always been done innocently, never really meaning anything by it. Does it really turn him on to visualize me playing with a toy?

  That thought has warmth pooling between my legs.

  An image forms in my head of me lying in bed with my legs spread, toy in hand, as Reed stands at the end of the bed and watches. Behind him, in the shadows, is another man.

  Hearing footsteps behind me, I realize the toy is still behind my back, which is facing Jamison. Before I can do something else with the dang thing, it’s snatched out of my hand. I spin around, ready to take it back, but then I get a look at Jamison’s face. Unconsciously, I take a step back at his expression. His eyes, which are normally a light, bluish-gray, now look like storm clouds and his brows are slashed downward. His jaw is granite and the vein in his temple is thumping so hard I can see it.

  I’ve never seen this expression on Jamison’s face before. He looks like he’s looking at something he wants to devour. Like he’s ready to pounce and nothing and no one could even dream of stopping him. Since his eyes are on me, I deduce that it’s me he wants.

  I take another step back when he takes one forward. My back hits something solid, so I come to a stop. Jamison doesn’t though. He just keeps coming and doesn’t stop until he’s right in front of me with only a few inches of space between us. My eyes drop to the toy still in his hand. He’s gripping it so hard his knuckles are white. My gaze flickers to the left and gets snagged on the unmistakable bulge in his jeans.

  I jerky my eyes up to his. “What are you doing?” I squeak out.

  He holds up my toy between us. “This is what you use to get yourself off?” His voice is a deep growl.

  I don’t know why, but for some reason, I answer him. “Yes,” I say breathlessly.

  I jerk when a pair of hands wrap around my waist. It’s not Jamison’s hands because he’s still clutching my toy, even though he’s dropped his hand back down.

  “What do you think about when you play with yourself?”

  I don’t know this Jamison. For as long as I can remember, he’s been my best friend. Years ago, he became my step-brother. Our relationship has always been platonic. At least on his end. My feelings started to change years ago, sometime between my father and his mother dying and our remaining parents surprising us by getting married. Jamison’s never shown any interest in moving our relationship to an intimate level.

  So, what’s changed? Why is he acting this way now?

  My mouth suddenly goes dry and I lick my lips. “I uh…,” I stammer. “I think about… things.”

  My answer is pathetic. From the amused chuckle coming from behind me, Reed thinks it’s funny. If I weren’t so enraptured by Jamison at the moment, I’d elbow him in the ribs.

  “You think about things?” Jamison repeats my answer. “What sort of things?”

  Heat creeps up my cheeks when the things I think about form in my head. Jamison sucking on my nipples as Reed licks my pussy. Me with my legs wrapped around Reed’s waist with Jamison pressing against my back. On my knees in front of Jamison as Reed fucks me from behind.

  Another image, a super-secret one, pops in my head, and I almost become delirious with desire. This image is of me on my back with my legs spread because Reed is between them fucking me. Behind him is Jamison, gripping Reed’s hips as he pushes his cock into Reed’s ass. I’ve had the same mental image of Reed and Jamison in reverse positions.

  It’s my most forbidden fantasy. One I will take to my grave, because there’s no chance of it becoming a reality.

  “Shit, Ray,” Reed groans behind me. “Whatever it is you’re thinking about right now must be hot as fuck. I can practically feel the vibrations of pleasure coming off you in waves.” Warm breath tickles my ear with his whispered words.

  I don’t realize I’ve tilted my head to the side to give him better access until I feel his lips against my neck.

  Through half-closed eyes, I look at Jamison. He’s no longer looking at me, but has his eyes fixed on Reed and what he’s doing. Heat like I’ve never seen before flashes in his eyes. After several seconds, he looks back at me.

  “Answer my question, Rayn,” he says quietly. “What do you think about when you slip this toy in your pussy?”

  My legs have turned to jelly from Reed’s kisses against my neck and the blatant sexual desire radiating off Jamison. Never in a million years have I thought I would be in a situation like this with my two best friends. Sure, I’ve fantasized about it more times than I can count, but I never thought it would happen.

  Reed presses himself against my back and his dick pokes me in the ass. My breath gets stuck in my throat and flutters form in my stomach when he slides his hands around my waist and slips them under my shirt. Warm fingers graze my stomach, and I wonder if he can feel me trembling.

  “Answer his question, baby,” he rumbles against my neck. “It’s fucking killing me to know just what goes on in that mind of yours when you’re alone and horny.”

  As Jamison waits for my answer with a raised eyebrow, I nearly jump out of my skin when something presses against the seam of my jeans. Instinctively, I know it’s the toy he’s still holding. Of their own accord, my hips move toward the toy, needing more pressure. In the next second, it’s gone.

  “You want more?” he asks, noticing my disappointment.

  I jerk my head up and down.

  This is so fucking crazy. It has to be a dream. One I never want to wake from.

  “Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want.”

  Biting the inside of my cheek, I weigh my options. I could lie and tell him I think of other men when I use my toy. Neither of them know I secretly fantasize being with them. I could give into Jamison’s demand and get the pleasure I desperately need right now. I could also tell both of them to fuck off and take care of the issue myself; after I got them out of the house, of course.

  Or I can take a risk and expose my secret, hoping neither of them runs for the hills. I know deep down, if either of them didn’t feel the same way I do, they wouldn’t leave me. It’s me who would be tempted to run. Once they knew of my feelings, if they didn’t return them, how in the hell would I be able to face them day after day? From the cock pressed against my butt and the one in Jamison’s pants, I know they at least desire me. But could we have more than that? Would they be open to sharing? It seems that way right now because I’ve got both of them in my grasp.

  Inhaling a deep breath for courage, I look Jamison straight in the eye and admit, “I think about you.” His eyes flare with heat. “And I think about Reed.”

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” Reed mutters behind me, shoving his erection more firmly against me at the same time his hand presses against my stomach, bringing us closer.

  The toy is put back between my legs, except this time Jamison applies more pressure. I swear the only thing that’s holding me up is Reed’s tight hold on me.

  A delicious vibration comes a moment later, and I’m pretty sure my eyes cross. I let out a soft moan and sink back against Reed’s chest.

  “How long, Rayn?” Jamison asks. “How long have you been getting yourself off thinking about Reed and me?”

  “A while,” I admit. “Years.”

  His eyes move up to Reed and he demands, “Open her jeans.”

  Reed’s delicious hands leave my stomach and move to the button on my jeans. With a slight tug, the button is undone and the sound of the zipper being pulled down mixes with the heavy breathing from all three of us.

  His hands go back under my shirt, but this time they continue their journey up until he’s cupping my breasts through my bra. He pinches my nipple hard. “That’s for the years’ worth of blue balls you’ve caused me,” he whispers in my ear.

  Jamison closes the remaining few inches between us. I expect to feel the slight vibrations of my vibrator, so I’m shocked when it’s his hand I feel instead touching my stomach. He slips his fingers inside my jeans and panties.

  “It’s a shame,” he murmurs as he slowly glides his fingers through the small patch of hair until he reaches the slickness between my legs. “All this time I’ve been jacking off to thoughts of you when I could have had the real thing.” He presses his finger against my clit, and my hips undulate. “What about you, Reed?” His gaze moves over my shoulder. “You ever think about fucking Rayn?”

  “All the goddamn time,” he growls.

  I stare up at my best friend. It doesn’t even register that he’s my step-brother too. I’m too far gone to care. I curl my fingers in his shirt and give it a tug, wanting, no, needing, his mouth on mine.

  “Kiss me,” I demand.

  The words barely leave my mouth before his lips capture mine.

  I’ve had many thoughts about kissing Jamison. What he would taste like. If he would be a gentle kisser, sweetly swiping his tongue with mine. Or if he would be aggressive and demand entrance. Nothing could have prepared me. Jamison’s taste is explosive, more deliciously potent than I’ve ever had before. His tongue pushes past my lips, tangling with mine in a kiss that rivals all kisses. I moan in his mouth and he chases it with a gravelly growl.

  As he devours me with his mouth, his hand does the same. He slips a finger inside me, sliding it all the way in until his palm meets my clit, where he grinds the heel of his hand. I’m on the verge of climaxing just from his kiss, his one finger, and Reed playing with my breasts.

  Another hand slips inside my jeans from the back, and I widen my legs.

  Two hands, two different men. How in the hell did I get to this place?

  I don’t have the answer, and it feels too damn good to question it. I just want more.

  “So goddamn wet,” Reed growls behind me as he presses a finger in beside Jamison’s. “I bet she could take us both at the same time.”

  A shiver races down my spine at the thought.

  “Yoo-hoo!” My mother’s voice calls from the front of the house, followed closely by a door slamming.

  It feels like ice water is dumped on me. Never has desire been jerked from me so fast. I frantically push against Jamison’s chest, shoving him back a couple of feet. He and Reed yank their hands from my pants, and I quickly zip and button them.

  “Oh my God,” I whisper shout to myself, my heart racing in my chest. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

  I look at Jamison, who’s casually adjusting his hard cock in his jeans as he watches me with a smirk. He looks so calm and relaxed, like my mom, his step-mom, isn’t right outside the door and could walk in at any moment. I want to punch him for looking so cool and collected.

  Remembering what started this all, my eyes widen, and when I don’t find him holding my toy, I look around the room.

  “What did you do with it?”

  “Chill, Rayn,” he says. “It’s out of sight.”

  I spin around and direct my scowl on Reed, who’s openly grinning as he puts the finger glistening with my juices in his mouth.

  The move has the muscles in my stomach clenching in a good way. Even so, I wrinkle my nose. “That’s disgusting.”

  He licks his lips dramatically. “I disagree. It was the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

  As crass as his comment is, it’s also sweet and sends pleasure through me.

  “Rayn, honey! Are you back there?”

  “Shit,” I mutter, rushing through the bedroom door, leaving the guys to do whatever they want to do, and praying like hell Mom won’t be able to tell what was just happening in my room. Mom will freak the hell out if she knew Jamison just had his tongue down my throat and his hand in my pants.

 

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