She. Can. Not. Know.

  I come to a stop halfway down the hall when Mom appears at the mouth of it. “Hey, Mom,” I rush to say. “What are you doing here?”

  Is my face red? Did my voice come out normal? Can she see the guilt on my face?

  “Baxter and I came to see if you needed help packing.” Her eyes move beyond my shoulder. “But it looks like you’ve got it covered. Hey, Jamison.”

  I feel Jamison come up behind me, and it’s like my body is now magnetized to him. I want to lean back against him, but I restrain myself.

  “How ya doin’, Olivia?”

  “I’m just great. Thanks for taking care of my girl. She’s always welcome to come stay with Bax and me until she gets back on her feet, but I knew she wouldn’t ask unless she had to.”

  Jamison’s hand appears on my shoulder, and it has goosebumps rising on my arms.

  “I plan to take very good care of her.”

  Something tells me Jamison’s response has a lot more meaning than him letting me stay at his and Reed’s house.

  Mom smiles. “I know you will. Step-brother aside, you’ve always been a wonderful friend to Rayn.” She tilts her head to the side to look around Jamison. “And that includes you, Reed.” She winks.

  Reed’s deep chuckle comes from behind me. “You know she’s always in good hands with us, Mrs. Lane.”

  Right there in front of my mother, I quiver.

  Mom loops her arm with mine and tugs me out of the hallway. “Come on. I brought lunch.” I feel her eyes on the side of my face. “Why is your face so flushed, Rayn?”

  Of course, her question makes my face even hotter. “It’s nothing. The guys and I were just moving heavy stuff around in my room.”

  Baxter is in the kitchen when we walk in, and Mom lets me go. She goes to the bags she and Baxter must have brought with them. I walk over to Baxter and kiss his cheek. I miss Dad every single day, but Jamison’s dad has been a good stand-in since mine died.

  “Hey, Bax.”

  “Back at you, darlin’. How’s my son treating you? He’s not giving you any trouble, is he?” He winks at Jamison, who’s just walked in the kitchen with Reed.

  “Nope,” I say. Was it just me or did the single word come out a squeak? “No trouble at all. He and Reed’ve been helping me pack.”

  “I saw Leanne at the bank this morning. She said they aren’t putting the house on the market for another two weeks.” Mom starts pulling cartons of food out of the bags. “Yesterday you told me you were going to go ahead and move in with Jamison and Reed. Why the rush?”

  I lift a shoulder in a shrug. “I figured it would be easier to pack and clean the house if I wasn’t staying here.”

  The scent of fresh fried chicken fills the kitchen. Granny Mae’s Chicken is the best chicken around.

  Mom nods. “Makes sense.” She takes paper plates from the cabinet and starts loading them with chicken and biscuits. Jamison grabs the plates from her to carry to the table. She pats his cheek before he walks away. “Thanks, honey. Can you grab some glasses for me, Reed?”

  “Sure thing.”

  Reed winks at me as he walks by, and I drop my eyes from him. I try my best to not think about what he, Jamison, and I were doing only moments ago in my bedroom, but it’s hard when I can still feel their hands on me.

  “Once you’re finished packing the things you’re taking with you to the guys’ house, you and I can tackle the rest,” Mom says. “Between Baxter and Jamison’s trucks and Reed’s Jeep, you should be able to get away with not renting a box truck. While the men are loading and unloading, we can clean.”

  “Sounds good, Mom. Thanks for offering to help. You too, Baxter.”

  The five of us cram around my small kitchen table and eat fried chicken, mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, and biscuits. This is a normal family dinner for us. While Mom, Baxter, Jamison, and I are family by either blood or marriage, it’s common for Reed to be here as well. It’s been that way since high school, even before Mom and Baxter married.

  I lift my eyes and meet Jamison’s across the table. The heat from earlier is still there, but it’s slightly muted because of our family. I look over at Reed and find his eyes on me too. One corner of his mouth twitches, and I know what he’s thinking.

  I have no idea where we go from here or what they expect from me. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dying to find out, but I’m also scared.

  Is this the beginning of something new and exciting? Something that could possibly last longer than Jamison’s and Reed’s usual one-night stands?

  Or am I just a passing fantasy that will end once they’ve had me?

  Chapter 5

  REED

  It’s been two days since I had my hand in Rayn’s pants. Two days and I’ve seen her for no more than a couple of minutes in the morning before she rushes out the door to search for a job. Two really long fucking days.

  I usually work the evening shift at Whiskey’s, so she’s in bed by the time I get home around two-thirty in the morning. It wouldn’t matter if I was home anyway. Jamison said the past two evenings, when she gets home, she goes straight to her room and stays there the rest of the night.

  She’s avoiding us. I don’t know about Jamison, but that comes to a stop tonight. Now that I know what it feels like to touch her intimately, and know she’s open to it, there’s no way in hell I’m going to stop. What’s more, she was really into me and Jamison touching her, and so was Jamison, meaning a trio is on the table. It may not be the trio I really want—fucking and being fucked by Jamison as well—but it’s the next best thing.

  Tonight is my night off from Whiskey’s. I’ve been on pins and needles all day. Anticipation is a killer when what you’ve wanted for years is finally within your grasp.

  I’m the only one home right now. Jamison should be here any moment. He typically clocks out of work at five and is home by five-thirty. He and I haven’t talked about what happened between the three of us in Rayn’s bedroom, but I know we’re on the same page when it comes to her. He wants her just as badly as I do.

  When I found her vibrator in her nightstand drawer, I thought I was going to bust a nut in my jeans. I figured she had a toy and used it to get herself off. What red-blooded woman doesn’t? But to actually hold it in my hand, knowing where it’s been…. Yeah, that shit nearly drove me crazy. And when she walked in the room and caught me with it? That almost made me lose control.

  Then Jamison saw me with it, and with her in the room, he’s the one who lost control. I was totally fine with that. For years, I’ve kept my desire for my best friend in check. That ship sailed when Jamison approached her. The kid gloves were off. I let him control the situation because he was strung tight, and I played the game. It was fucking hot as hell seeing them together, and I’m very much looking forward to seeing and doing more.

  As if on cue, the door knob turns and the door opens a second later. It’s not Jamison who walks through, but Rayn. She doesn’t notice me sitting on the couch because she has her face pointed down, looking at something on her phone. Her lips are curved into a small smile. Jamison felt those lips against his. I’m not jealous, because I loved watching them kiss, but damned if I’m not looking forward to having my turn.

  She takes a couple of steps into the living room then lifts her head. As if drawn to me, her eyes immediately meet mine.

  “Hey,” she says, her voice coming out breathy.

  “Long time, no see,” I remark, not even attempting to hide my smile.

  “Sorry.” Her eyes dart away from mine and she licks her lips. “I’ve been going out to Levington looking for work.”

  I get up from the couch and walk around it slowly. “Why not look here in Silver Falls?”

  “We both know the chances of me finding something here are pretty much non-existent.” She hangs her purse on a hook by the door. “No sense wasting time looking.”

  “Actually, there is a place hiring.” Shoving my hands into my pockets, I lean against the back of the couch. “Mrs. Beasly is finally retiring at the courthouse. They need a replacement secretary. You’d know that if you’d stick around here long enough for me to tell you.” I add a wink at the end to let her know I’m not upset.

  One brow goes up. “And you couldn’t call and tell me that?”

  “Nope. I wanted to tell you in person.” I grin. “You hungry?”

  She looks at me, her expression suspicious then nods. “I could eat.”

  “Good.” I get up from my perch against the couch and turn toward the kitchen. “Because I got us all Chinese.”

  She follows me into the kitchen, and I begin loading up plates of food.

  “We aren’t waiting until Jamison gets here?”

  I pop a piece of steamed broccoli in my mouth. “Nah. He should be here any minute.”

  Rayn grabs me a beer and herself a bottle of water from the fridge, and we carry everything to the living room. We’re just sitting down when the door opens and Jamison walks in. He stops for a moment in the doorway, his eyes moving from me to Rayn before he closes the door.

  I throw my thumb over my shoulder. “There’s plenty left.”

  Being two single guys, we only have a couch in our living room. I’m sitting on one end with Rayn at the other. If I had my way, she’d be sitting in my lap, and I’d be feeding her. But I don’t want to come across too strong. Not yet, at least.

  Jamison comes in a few minutes later and takes the middle cushion. The TV is on a crime show I was watching before they got home, but the volume is low. As much as you’d think otherwise, with the elephant in the room, the silence between us all isn’t stifling or uncomfortable. It almost feels like it did before that day in Rayn’s room. But not quite. There’s definitely something in the air. Delicious anticipation.

  “You guys up for a movie?” I ask after we’ve finished eating.

  Jamison and Rayn look at each other before they look at me. “I’m down,” she answers.

  “Yeah,” is Jamison’s answer.

  “I’m gonna go get changed. Pick whatever you guys want. Just no horror, please.”

  Rayn leaves and Jamison and I watch her go. Once she’s out of the room, he moves his eyes to me. We don’t need to say anything. We’re both thinking the same thing.

  Before this night is over, Rayn will be ours.

  Jamison and I settled on an older Bruce Wilson movie. Rayn has a lady boner for the actor, so we knew she would approve.

  We’re about halfway through. Sitting in the same spots we were in when we ate dinner, I keep darting glances over at Rayn. She’s cuddled up with a small blanket and her hand is stuffed in the popcorn bowl she has on her lap. Every so often, she licks butter off her fingers. The first time I noticed her doing that, my cock started filling with blood. For the last hour, I’ve sat here with a boner, and she’s none the wiser. Or she’s pretending to be anyway. I’ve seen her glancing over at Jamison and me when she thinks we aren’t looking.

  When she grabs her water bottle and notices it’s empty, she gets up from the couch. “I’m gonna grab something to drink. Either of you need anything?”

  She gets a no from both of us.

  A moment later, when she comes back, she tries to retake her seat. I don’t let her. Grabbing her hips, I pull her down on my lap so she’s sitting sideways.

  “What are–?”

  “I’m a little chilly.” I give a lame excuse.

  “Then grab a blanket.”

  “Nope. I like this better. Body heat is the best way to keep warm.”

  Her snort is derisive. “Body heat is more effective when it’s skin against skin.”

  I start lifting her shirt. “Even better. I’m down for that.”

  She slaps my hands and laughs. “Hold it there, buddy. You aren’t that cold.”

  I settle an arm around her waist, bringing her body closer to mine. “I don’t remember you being this talkative during movies. Shush, we’re missing the good part.”

  It only takes a moment for her stiff body to relax against mine and she looks back at the TV. She grabs the blanket she discarded on the cushion when she got up and puts it over her legs. Her ass is in my lap, and I know she has to feel the rigidness of my erection, but she doesn’t say anything.

  For the next ten minutes, I pretend to watch the movie. When I’m reasonably sure she’s forgotten all about me, I let myself begin to play. I start by slipping my hand under the blanket and putting it on her knee. I leave it there for a moment, hearing the slight hitch in Rayn’s breath. She has on a pair of shorts, which really works in my favor because it means my hand is on her bare flesh.

  Moving my thumb in small circles, I move my eyes to the side of her face. Inching up a bit, my circles get wider and wider. Even though Rayn’s still looking at the TV, I know she’s no longer paying attention to it. Her mouth is open, and her little breaths come in pants.

  Moving my hand a little higher, I slip them beneath the hem of her shorts. I pause there only a moment before closing the gap between my hand and the edge of her panties. A small moan leaves Rayn’s lips when I tease the edge of the silky material.

  Peeling my eyes away from the side of her face, I look over at Jamison. He’s not even attempting to watch the movie anymore. He has one arm resting on the arm of the couch, looking casual, but the other hand balled into a fist on his thigh says he’s anything but relaxed. His eyes are firmly on Rayn and what my hand is doing beneath the blanket. My gaze moves to his cock, and my own cock jerks when I see the outline of his hard shaft.

  Removing my hand from her shorts, I begin sliding the blanket off Rayn’s lap, wanting to give Jamison a view of what I’m doing with my hand. I look back at her when she turns her head toward me. Her hand lands on mine, stopping me before I can fully remove the blanket, her eyes searching mine. I lift a questioning brow. With her tongue darting out to run across her bottom lip, she switches her gaze to Jamison. I look over at him too. He looks tense and ready to pounce, just like he did the day in Rayn’s bedroom.

  It only takes Rayn a second to make up her mind. Her hand falls away, and I continue to move the blanket down her legs. It falls to the floor.

  Applying pressure on her knee, she understands what I want and she parts her legs. Not a lot, but enough for me to get my hand into her shorts easier.

  “You good with this?” I feel the need to ask, although I’m not sure what I’ll do if she says no. Obviously, I’ll stop if she wants me to, but I hope like fuck she doesn’t.

  There’s no hesitation when she answers, “Yes.”

  My cock jumps underneath her ass, and I mutter, “Thank fuck.”

  I keep my touch feather light as I guide my hand up her leg and under her shorts. Her thighs, close to her panty line, are already damp. When I reach her panties, they’re soaked, giving away just how much she’s turned on. I press my finger over the wet material, which earns me a muted moan from Rayn.

  Sensing movement to my right, I catch Jamison working the zipper to his jeans down. I can’t help but look down when he pulls his cock out. Long, thick, the head so red it looks on the verge of exploding, and so fucking delicious looking it makes my mouth water.

  “Take her shorts and panties off,” he groans as he begins fisting his cock.

  Peeling my eyes off Jamison’s cock, I put them back on the gorgeous woman in my lap. Using only one hand because my other is caught between her back and the couch, I start tugging her shorts and panties down on one side. She helps by lifting her hips and works the other side down.

  My cock weeps when she’s bare from the waist down. And I mean bare. Like no hair at all except for a small landing strip.

  She keeps her knees cocked open and puts her feet on the cushion beside me.

  “Goddamn fucking gorgeous,” Jamison growls, and I silently agree with his assessment.

  My hand dives back for her pussy, my fingers sliding through her slick folds from her hole to her clit. She moans, the sound coming out breathy and needy.

  Gliding my finger back to her hole, I press a finger inside. I slowly go all the way in until my knuckles force me to stop. Pulling out, I add a second finger when I enter her again.

  “Lift your shirt,” I grunt to Rayn.

  She obeys immediately, and actually does one better by taking her shirt all the way off. No bra. Just her bare tits with hard, rose-colored nipples.

  As I fuck her with my fingers, I drop my head and take a nipple between my lips. I suck on it gently at first, a soft lave of my tongue, before I take the nub and bite down on it. Not enough to hurt, but enough to leave a little sting.

  “That looks so fucking hot,” Jamison grunts.

  Letting her nipple go, but keeping up with the action I have going on between her legs, I look over at Jamison. “She tastes even better.”

  Wanting to know if I’m right, Jamison quickly reaches across the couch and takes Rayn from me. “It’s time for me to find out.”

  He settles her on his lap, with her legs straddling him. Leaning forward, he grabs the back of his shirt and yanks it over his head. My eyes linger for a moment on his impressive chest.

  Bringing her body closer to his by wrapping his long fingers around her upper waist, he devours one of her nipples. Sinking her fingers in his hair, she tosses her head back and lets out a small cry of pleasure. “Oh God.”

  Needing to get my hands back on Rayn, I get up and yank off my clothes before I drop to my knees on the floor behind her.

  In this position, I have a clear view of Rayn’s spread open pussy, the root of Jamison’s cock, and his low-hanging balls. He lifts his hips, and I swear I’ve never seen anything more erotic than him sliding his cock between her slick folds. I don’t know what I want to touch or lick more; his cock or Rayn’s pussy.

  Since I don't want to get knocked on my ass by Jamison’s fist, I slip my fingers between Rayn’s legs and finger her hole. There’s no doubt she’s wet enough to take Jamison’s shaft. She’s dripping enough that it leaks from her and has covered his balls.

 

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