Rayne pushed her empty plate out of the way and looked at one man and then the other.

This was not going as planned. If she didn’t take control now, she didn’t think the three of them would even have a shot.

She knew Gryff was attracted to Trey, but he was being too stubborn to admit it. Obviously, Trey wanted Gryff, but he confessed to Rayne he wasn’t sure if it was worth the grief.

She didn’t blame him. She wondered that herself.

So, if things didn’t go right tonight, she would have to step back and reevaluate. She might have to pick one or the other, and she didn’t want to do that.

Just as stubborn as the two meatheads sitting at both ends of the table, she would make this work if it was the last thing she did.

Or someone got seriously injured. Or even died.

She frowned.

Trey snagged her chin and turned her to face him. “Don’t frown, baby. Dinner was great, Gryff hasn’t tried to kick my ass yet, we’ve kicked two bottles of wine, and it’s still early.”

“Yep. Night’s not over. A good ass-kicking may be in the works yet.”

Rayne closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. When she opened them, Trey’s were soft and caring. “Thank you for dinner, baby.”

She nodded, breaking his grasp, and turned toward Gryff. Waiting.

His dark eyes met hers and a second later they widened like he’d forgotten his manners. “Yes, thank you for dinner... baby.”

She sighed, trying desperately not to slam her palm on the table. “This is what’s going to happen... I’m going to go upstairs with my glass of wine. To my bedroom. To my bed. I’m going to be waiting up there. Either still wearing this or possibly wearing nothing. While I’m waiting, both of you will clean up this mess. Put away the leftovers. Scrub the pots. Leave this kitchen spotless. No fighting. No blood. Nothing. Then when you’re both done, you both will come up and find me. Then we will work this all out. I had hoped this would be accomplished during dinner. But, since no one talked that became a little impossible. So, now we’re following my rules. My house, my rules. My bed, my rules. No exceptions. If you don’t like my rules, you know where the door is. If you don’t want to share my bed, you know where the door is. If I hear one argument, one tussle, one curse, I’m locking my bedroom door. Is this clear?”

“Crystal,” Trey said, already standing and taking her plate away.

Rayne’s gaze bounced to Gryff. “Boss?”

“Can I refill your glass?”

She smiled. “Yes, please.”

As she made her way upstairs, she couldn’t wipe off that smile even if she tried.

* * *

“Why a defense attorney?” Trey asked, his hand deep in sudsy water as he scrubbed one of the pots. Alfredo sauce was a bitch to clean up. He would have dish-pan hands.

Next time, they just needed to throw some steaks and potatoes on the grill. Cleanup would be easy-peasy.

“Because I know what it’s like to need one,” Gryff said behind him. Trey couldn’t get enough of his deep-timbre voice. He could listen to it all day. Or preferably, all night.

Even if the guy was being a stubborn shit.

“Really? I can’t even imagine you getting a parking ticket.” He wondered about the story behind that. But that thought quickly fled when Gryff set another pot next to the sink. “Another one?”

“Last one,” Gryff assured him. “Hey, I wanted to take her out to dinner where someone else does the cleanup. This was not my ideal first date.”

“First date?”

“Yeah, I know dating is probably a foreign concept to you. You probably just fuck your groupies in alleyways. Oh, wait. Behind bars.”

“Seriously? You want to start with me and lock yourself out of her bedroom?”

Trey looked over his shoulder when he only received silence for an answer. Gryff stood staring at him. And not just looking through him, but really looking at him, studying. Trey wasn’t sure if that was a good thing, or bad.

“If anyone is going to get locked out, it’s you,” Gryff finally answered.

“Why’s that? Because once you go black, you don’t go back?”

Gryff shook his head. “You did not just say that.”

Yes, he did. It was stupid. He wasn’t supposed to be starting a fight. Instead he should be encouraging Gryff to take the next step. But the man could be frustrating.

Trey never had to work so hard to get someone in his bed. He wondered, more than once, if it was even worth the effort.

“Like I asked before, have you ever had a cock this big in your ass?”

Trey chucked the sponge in the pot and turned to face Gryff. He wasn’t sure how to answer him without pissing the other man off. And they needed to get past that. “Are you offering?”

Gryff’s lips flat lined and he handed Trey the dishtowel.

After Trey wiped his hands off, he leaned back against the sink, crossing his arms over his chest. “Do you want to fuck me in the ass, Gryff?”

Gryff broke eye contact, grabbed his nearby glass and took a gulp of wine. Trey couldn’t pull his eyes away from the thick, corded muscles convulsing in his throat as he swallowed.

Trey pushed away from the counter and moved behind Gryff. He reached around him, took the wine glass from his fingers and carefully placed it on the counter. He brushed a hand over Gryff’s broad back, feeling the muscles bunch beneath his shirt. “Gryff,” he said, his voice catching in his throat. “Do you want to fuck me?”

Gryff’s head dropped forward and Trey skimmed a hand over his ass. The man was solidly built and took care of himself. Trey already knew that since he’d seen him naked in his apartment. Ever since then, he couldn’t wait to see Gryff naked again. He couldn’t stop thinking about touching and tasting his dark skin. All of it.

“Gryff,” Trey whispered, sliding his hand around Gryff’s hip to the front and discovering the proof he turned the man on. “Why do you fight it?”

Gryff shook his head slightly, his head still bowed.

“Why do you deny yourself?”

“I don’t know,” Gryff finally answered. His words raw, painful. To hear them squeezed Trey’s heart.

“Is it because it’s me? Because I’m not good enough? I’m not worthy?”

“What the fuck, Trey. No.” He lifted his head, grabbed Trey’s arm and pulled him around to face him. “No. It’s not you. It’s me. This is... I don’t... I’ve never had this reaction to any man before. It’s freaking me out a little. Hell, not a little, a lot.”

Trey swallowed hard, understanding where the man was coming from. Finding out you’re attracted to someone of the same sex hit everyone differently. Some accepted it easily. Some never accepted it and went their whole life denying themselves what they really wanted, what they needed to feel fulfilled.

Gryff seemed to be in the middle right now. Trey and Rayne both knew Gryff had that desire, otherwise she never would have pushed the issue tonight. Gryff knew he had the desire, otherwise he would have walked out that front door. But he didn’t. He didn’t. Instead he stood in the kitchen with Trey, letting another man touch him. If he had no attraction to Trey, Gryff never would have allowed it. Trey would have been knocked down and out. He was sure of it.

“Now that I’m in the vicinity of your fists, I’m going to ask first; Can I touch you?”

Gryff blinked once, twice, blew out a breath, then met his eyes. “Yes.”

Trey’s lips twitched. “Was that a difficult decision?”

“Don’t push your luck,” Gryff grumbled.

Trey lifted his palms in mock surrender then plastered them on Gryff’s pecs, which flexed under his hands.

Damn. The man was powerful. No doubt. He could stand right beside him in the Bulldogs’ locker room and put some of those guys to shame.

“I don’t even know what to do,” he muttered.

Trey moved closer, letting his hands slide down the man’s abs. “The same as you would with a woman.”

Gryff shook his head slowly. “Not quite the same.”

“Close enough.”

Trey slid one palm along Gryff’s hard length, then placed his other hand along Gryff’s cheek. They were the same height, which made it hard for Gryff to avoid Trey’s eyes when they were so close.

“Look at me,” Trey murmured.

Gryff’s nostrils flared, but finally met his eyes. “You shaved.”

Trey smiled. The man finally noticed. “Yes.”

“You trimmed your hair.”

“I did.”

“Why?” Gryff asked softly.

“So I look a little more respectable.”

“Why is that important to you?”

“It’s not. I think it’s important to you.”

“Why do you care what I think?”

“Because I want you in my bed.”

“You think shaving and trimming your hair will get me in your bed?”

“I’m hoping it’ll get both of us in Rayne’s bed tonight.”

“Did you help her plan this?”

Trey leaned in until his lips were a hair’s breadth from Gryff’s. “Yes. Are you going to keep talking or can I kiss you now?”

“Why are you asking?”

“Because, I’d like to keep my lips attached to my face. They’re usefu—”

Gryff cut him off, taking his mouth, pushing his lips apart with his tongue, then jamming it deep. Trey fought back, wanting to explore Gryff’s mouth instead. He groaned, his hand finding Gryff’s hot, heavy sac and cupping it over his pants. He squeezed softly, then stroked the hidden, hard length a couple times before Gryff’s fingers tangled in Trey’s T-shirt. Not pushing him away. No. Pulling him closer.

Trey struggled to breathe since Gryff dominated the kiss. He tried to pull back slightly, but the man wouldn’t let him. He held him even tighter, shoving Trey back until he hit the counter behind him. Gryff pinned him, his hips pushing against him.

Trey finally shoved his hands between them and pushed him away enough to break the kiss, panting. “Damn, now that’s what I’m talking about. I want it like that. You want to dominate, I’ll let you. I want you any way I can get you.”

Gryff’s chest heaved with each deep breath he took. He seemed just as oxygen starved as Trey.

“I want to take you in my mouth again, but then we may never make it upstairs. And we really don’t want to leave Rayne hanging.”

“No, we don’t,” Gryff said slowly. “Trey…”

He could see the struggle on Gryff’s face.

“It’ll be all right. I promise. We’ll take it slow. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do. Anything Rayne doesn’t want to do. If we need to keep her between us tonight, we can. But, hear this, I won’t have the patience for that very long. I want to touch you, I want you inside me.”

Trey left off the part where he wanted to be inside Gryff, too. No point in freaking him out. Baby steps.

“Do you have—”

“Rayne has a lot of lube and condoms upstairs.”

Gryff stepped back, letting Trey ease away from the counter. “How do you know that?”

Shit. “I dropped them off to be sure.”

“So, the last time you were here, you didn’t fuck her?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Jesus.”

“Gryff, you fucked her while I listened on the phone.”

“Yeah. And?”

“And yeah,” Trey threw back at him. “At least I didn’t call you and make you listen.”

“No one forced you to listen.”

“Yeah, but it was hot.”

“And you came.”

“I certainly did.”

Gryff laughed. “Fuck you, Trey.”

Trey smiled. “Rayne’s waiting.”

* * *

Tired of waiting, Rayne had lost all of her patience. After listening to the low voices downstairs, although they didn’t sound raised in anger, she hoped they weren’t bickering. As the moments ticked by and she didn’t hear a slam of the front door, her optimism grew.

Then she heard their feet, heavy on the stairs. Two sets. Her heartbeat surged, and she trembled in both anticipation and nervousness.

She still wore the outfit she’d worn for dinner, wanting to leave a little something to their imagination. She ripped the nightstand drawer open to make sure that the lube and condoms Trey had brought over last time were still there. They were. They hadn’t disappeared since the last twenty times she checked.

Should she feel guilty that Trey and she had gotten together without Gryff? She didn’t think so. There were no rules for this sort of thing. Nothing set in stone. At least not yet. If things continued like the two of them hoped, if things moved forward with Gryff being willing, rules may need to be put in place. But for now, Gryff shouldn’t have a problem with what Trey and she did a couple nights ago. Just like he didn’t have a problem fucking her against the wall in her office to rub it in Trey’s face.

She had left her bedroom door open and wondered who would be the first through the door.

Trey. He gave her a secret smile, along with a wink. Next, he’d be giving her a thumb’s up and a high five.

Gryff followed close behind and when he stepped around Trey, he pinned her to the bed with his gaze. “You left it on.”

“Yes. I figured you’d want to take it off me.”

“Oh, wait. He gets to?” Trey said, approaching the bed, ripping his T-shirt over his head and tossing it aside. Rayne lost her breath and her train of thought for a moment. Trey, even though very muscular, was leaner than Gryff. His body was nothing short of spectacular, as a professional athlete’s should be. Being low in body fat, every muscle rippled along his torso. The other night, she had explored each tattoo decorating his chest. Some had meaning, some didn’t. He didn’t regret even one.

The one that had caught her attention first had been the Boston Bulldog logo on his right pec over his heart. She had asked him what he would do if he couldn’t get cleared of his charges and ended up kicked off the team permanently.

He had said, “I have faith in you and Gryff. Grae has faith in you two. You’ll get me clear. I’ll be back on the field soon.”

She was glad he had such confidence, and she believed she’d get them to drop the charges, but the judge he drew was tough. She didn’t look forward to going head to head with him. Or helping one of the other associates to go up against him, since Gryff didn’t want him or her publicly standing up for Trey in the courtroom for obvious reasons.

When her eyes slid to Gryff, heat bloomed into her cheeks. He watched her checking out Trey. She was sure her expression left no doubt to what she’d been thinking.

“Now you,” she told him, her voice husky.

She sat up straighter against the headboard while Gryff slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

Suddenly she yelled, “Stop!” and he hesitated halfway down his shirt. He looked at her with a question in his eyes. “Let Trey do it.”

“I like how you think, baby,” Trey said and approached Gryff, who stood in the center of the room, his arms now dropped to his side.

“Just don’t block my view,” she warned him.

Trey chuckled and after he finished unbuttoning the dress shirt, he pulled it from Gryff’s waistband and moved behind him to slide it off his shoulders. He tossed it on a nearby chair, then reached around Gryff’s waist, snagged the bottom of his undershirt and tugged that over his head. It landed somewhere near the chair.

“Like a piece of art, right?” Trey asked Rayne, brushing his fingertips over the hard curves of Gryff’s abs.

Rayne couldn’t answer. Having two scorching hot men in her condo, in her bedroom, and soon in her bed... she had to be dreaming. It seemed like the guys had come to some sort of understanding while they talked downstairs. Gryff didn’t seem so uncomfortable. At least not yet.

“Shoes off. Socks off. Pants off. Hurry up,” she demanded. Though her voice sounded a little too breathy to be bossy.

Trey’s smile got wider, and the corners of Gryff’s eyes crinkled, though he hadn’t quite cracked a smile yet.

He would.

She was sure of it.

The differences in the men were obvious, of course. Gryff dark. Trey light. Gryff’s hair tightly trimmed, Trey’s, even though trimmed now, still a little shaggy. Gryff’s eyes a dark, soul-searching brown. Trey’s a bright sky blue. Gryff serious. Trey... not.

Trey tossed his clothes in a pile. Gryff neatly folded his and placed them on the chair.

Yin and Yang.

She was one lucky woman.

Both men’s erections were long and thick. Trey stood a little bit behind Gryff and Rayne knew he studied the darker man. Taking his time, he ran his gaze over his shoulders, over that black dragon, down Gryff’s solid back, the muscular globes of his ass, his thick thighs and defined calves. All while Gryff’s attention remained on her.

“What’s he doing?” Gryff asked her as if incapable of turning around.

“Appreciating your beauty,” she said, giving him a reassuring smile.

“You’re the one who’s beautiful,” he responded, making her heart squeeze at his words.

“Each of us are beautiful in different ways,” she said. She completely understood why Trey made no move for the bed. She couldn’t keep her eyes off Gryff, either. Each wanted to savor the moment.

“Are you just going to stand there, Trey?” Gryff finally asked, looking a little uncomfortable.

“No,” he murmured. “I want to do so much more.”

“Where do we start?”

Trey finally moved past Gryff to stand beside the bed. “With Rayne.”

Gryff shook his head slightly, not quite understanding.

Trey explained, “Rayne is our center. We concentrate on her. We pleasure her. We share her. If you want to touch me during this, you touch me. If you want more, we do more. No need to ask me, just take what you want from me. I’m sure Rayne feels the same.”

“Yes, whatever you want, Boss. Whatever feels good to you. To me. To Trey.”

Trey continued, “If I forget myself and I do something you’re not comfortable with, just simply tell me to stop. I don’t want to risk doing anything that will make you not want to do this again.”

Trey climbed on the bed and pulled Rayne to her knees, moving behind her. He kissed along her shoulders, sliding one of the thin straps out of the way. Lifting her hair, he kissed along her neck, then sucked at the skin at the top of her spine. A shiver ran through her.

He pressed his lips to her ear. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispered, then sucked her earlobe.

He cupped her breasts, squeezing, pinching her hard nipples through the silky fabric. As she closed her eyes, the sensations rushed over her. His hard length pressed against her back and her pussy clenched tight, needing one of them, either of them, inside her.

Gryff still stood frozen in the center of the room, his cock appearing harder than it was moments ago. She reached a hand out to him.

One beat. Two beats. Three heartbeats later, he came closer, entwining his fingers with hers. She tugged, encouraging him to join them on the bed. He moved to her front, and with Trey behind her, she was truly sandwiched between them. It felt amazing and made her light-headed at the thought of these two men being hers. All hers.

They were here to pleasure her and only her. Make her feel good. Make her feel beautiful and wanted.

With hands to his face, she pulled Gryff closer, kissing his lips softly. She pulled away before he could deepen the kiss. “Kiss me again, but down there. Make me come with your mouth, Boss. Show me what it’s like to lose my mind. To forget everything but you between my thighs.”

His eyes hooded and his breath hitched as he stared into her soul.

“Please, Boss.”

He looked behind her at Trey. “Pull her back.”

Trey helped her maneuver, so she was no longer on her knees, but leaning back against his chest, her head at his collar bone as he leaned against the headboard. His cock felt hard against her.

“Should we take off her dress?” Trey asked.

“No. Leave it for now. She’s not wearing panties.”

No, she wasn’t. She hadn’t all night. Now that he settled between her legs and slid the silky fabric up her thighs, it was obvious.

She felt wet, slick, warm. Very ripe for his mouth. He couldn’t touch her soon enough with it. She squirmed under Gryff’s touch, against Trey’s body.

Trey pressed his lips to her ear again. “Shh, baby. He’s going to make you come really soon. I’m going to help. I want to watch you come. I want to hear you come. I want you to call out our names. I want you to beg us to fuck you.”

“Yes,” she murmured. As Gryff slid two fingers between her folds, separating her, she gasped. Then his tongue stroked her, teased her clit. Those long fingers of his slipped deep, his lips sucked at her sensitive nub. Watching his head buried between her thighs just about made her fall apart.

Trey cupped her breasts under the loose fabric of her dress, finding her aching nipples. He pinched each one between thumbs and forefingers, gently twisting back and forth until she cried out, “Harder.”

He pressed his cheek into the crook of her neck, whispering words that could drive her to the edge on their own. With his hands on her, the heat of his body against her back, Gryff’s mouth on her slick pussy, it didn’t take much for her neck to bow, her eyes to squeeze shut, and her hips to surge against Gryff’s hand and mouth.

“I’m coming.” She wasn’t sure if they heard her. Her words were no more than a ragged breath.

“That’s it, baby. I bet you taste so good right now,” Trey murmured against her ear. “Warm and wet. I might have to taste you next. That was only your first orgasm. There’s going to be so many more tonight. I promise.”

If they were all as intense as the one she just had, she might not last the night.

When Gryff lifted his head to look at them, his lips glistened with her arousal. Trey said, “Come here. I want to taste you both.”

Surprisingly, Gryff complied, pushing himself to his knees and leaning close, squeezing Rayne between them as they kissed over her shoulder. She groaned at the intimacy of the act.

When they both thrust against her at the same time, she just about lost her mind. The thought of Trey taking her from behind and Gryff from the front made her head spin. It was something she definitely wanted to try. Not tonight, though.

Like Trey said, baby steps.

As soon as Gryff broke the kiss, he took her mouth while Trey sank his teeth gently into her shoulder. Her back arched and her nipples pushed into Gryff’s chest. With a last sweep of his tongue over her lips, Gryff pulled away and told Trey, “Take that nightie off her.”

“It’s not a nightie,” she murmured, her mind fuzzy with what was about to come.

“From now on it is. You won’t wear that out of the house.”

She blinked, realizing he wasn’t joking. He was serious and normally she would argue. But his demand turned her on even more. “Yes, Boss,” she answered.

“Sorry, baby, but I agree with boss man. No one should see you in this little number but us,” Trey stated as he drew her arms and the green satin sheath over her head. “On your hands and knees. Face boss man. It’s time for dessert.”

Gryff kissed her lightly before helping her into the position Trey wanted, which put her at the perfect spot to take Gryff into her mouth. And she did so, wrapping her lips around him, sucking him as deep as she could. His fingers raked through her hair then found purchase. She whimpered around him when Trey’s tongue stroked her pussy, his fingers teased her clit. He nuzzled and nipped, making it hard for her to concentrate on Gryff. Though, she heard no complaints. She let his fingers guide her head, back and forth along his length. If she didn’t need her hands to hold her weight up, she’d have one wrapped around the root of his cock, the other cupping his soft sac, so she tickled the area where his cock met his sac with her tongue instead. His hips jerked. He must like that. She stored that little tidbit away in her memory for future use.

Figuring out Gryff’s likes became quickly forgotten as Trey slipped two fingers inside her. She heard the snap of the lube cap and felt the cool gel drip over her anus. He had done this the other night, too. He had teased her and worked her open until she begged him to slide a finger, then two, into her tight canal. She loved ass play and Trey hadn’t been the first to explore that with her. So, when he started to tease her back there again, she moaned around Gryff’s cock, her eyes rolling back when Trey pressed a finger past her tight ring. He worked her slowly, two fingers in her pussy, one in her ass until she climaxed around him, tightening her jaw so she wouldn’t clamp down on Gryff.

Before the waves of orgasm finished, Trey replaced his fingers with his mouth, sweeping a tongue along her slick folds, tasting her arousal, her climax, while still working her ass.

It was the most glorious thing she ever felt.

“Watching you do that while she has her mouth on me is not helping my endurance,” Gryff groaned to Trey.

Trey rose to his knees, pressed closer between her thighs and before Rayne or Gryff realized what he was doing, thrust deep inside her. One hand grabbed her hip, the other still working deep in her ass.

Rayne let Gryff slip from her mouth and pressed her forehead to his lap, lifting her rear higher, moaning against his skin.

“No condom,” Gryff growled, his body stiffening.

“Boss, touch me,” Rayne cried out, trying to get his attention off the man fucking her from behind. “Touch me.”

His dark eyes dropped to hers and it was hard to miss his hard expression, his frown.

“You haven’t used one yet,” she reminded him, which only deepened his frown. “Really? Right now?” she said impatiently under her breath.

Trey and she had discussed it the other night. However, Gryff had never discussed it and now he wanted to pound his chest like a hypocritical gorilla. She wasn’t going to have any of that. Especially right now. Especially since his little territorial show had slowed Trey down.

“We discussed it,” Rayne said.

“But not with me,” Gryff answered.

“No, but then you and I didn’t discuss it the first or the second time. Before or after. Remember that.”

Gryff’s jaw tightened for a moment, but she could see his face change as he relented.

Trey had slowed to a stop which did not make Rayne happy. “Are we going to analyze shit right now? Or are we going to fuck?” he asked, sounding a bit peeved.

“We’re going to fuck,” Rayne answered, giving Gryff a look. Then she gave Trey a smile over her shoulder. “Carry on.”

He chuckled, then smacked her ass, making her jump. “I need to get back in the groove, baby.”

She wiggled her ass against him playfully. “Spank me again. I like it.”

“I know you do, baby. I know you like the sting of my palm against your ass. Especially when my fingers are deep inside you there, too.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Gryff muttered.

“Gryff, get with the program or get out,” Rayne said, giving him a scowl.

“Yeah, boss man, you’re bringing me down here,” Trey complained. “And I was about to bust a nut.”

“Jesus.”

“Boss,” Rayne warned. “Please. Please don’t ruin this.”

Gryff’s nostrils flared over his flattened lips as he searched her face. She didn’t hide her displeasure at his attitude. Then he gave a sharp nod and a painful grimace she guessed was supposed to be a comforting smile. Not even close. She rolled her eyes.

He lifted her chin up and met her gaze. “Sorry,” he whispered. “This isn’t easy for me.”

“I understand, but don’t— Oh, fuck!” she yelled when Trey’s hand smacked her ass again, this time even harder. Then she heard a low chuckle behind her. Gryff’s eyes flicked to Trey then back to her quickly and she could see him trying to keep his expression neutral.

“You like that?” he asked her, his voice sounding a little more strangled than a moment ago.

He must like that, too.

“Yes,” she hissed as Trey slapped her ass again, this time on the other cheek. She looked over her shoulder. “Fuck me while you do that.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Trey said giving her a grin. He began to move again, his fingers and his cock sliding in and out of her with the same rhythm. She couldn’t help but close her eyes for a moment as the sensations overwhelmed her. She opened them when she realized she needed to make sure Gryff felt included. She didn’t want to cut him out in any way, even slightly.

“Do something!” she yelled a little too loudly at Gryff.

His eyes widened. “Like stop him?”

“No! Like join in.” Her laughter almost pushed Trey out of her. Then, finally Gryff smiled, his body relaxed a little, and he raked his hands through her hair, made two fists, yanking her head up none-too-gently.

“That’s it, Boss,” she practically breathed before he took her mouth, sweeping his tongue deep until she pushed back over and over meeting Trey’s thrusts. She moaned into Gryff’s mouth.

“I’m going to fucking blow,” Trey bellowed. “Watching you two kiss… Ah, fuck.” And with one last hard slap to her rear, he thrust deeply, then pulled out both his cock and fingers as his cum shot all over her ass in long, hot strings. With a groan, his damp forehead pressed against her back as he leaned over her, sucking in air. “Fuck,” he groaned.

Not even a second later, Gryff growled, “Get a washcloth and clean up your mess. It’s my turn.”

With a grunt, Trey slipped off the bed and headed to the master bathroom.

Rayne noticed it wasn’t only her watching the quarterback’s ass as he walked away from them.

“I can’t wait to watch the two of you together,” Rayne murmured.

“Right,” Gryff answered, swinging his gaze back to her. “Don’t hold your breath.”

“Right,” Rayne echoed, giving him a smirk.

“I’m serious.”

“Uh huh.”

His lips flattened out, and she struggled to keep from laughing. “I know you want a piece of that. You can fight it all you want, but your eyes give you away.” She tilted a head toward his lap. “Not just your eyes.”

He grabbed the root of his cock and squeezed. “How do you know this is not all you?”

Rayne’s smirk widened into a smile. “Right.”

Trey came back with a damp washcloth and gently wiped the evidence of his climax off her skin and gave her another light tap on her rear. “Pretty in pink, baby,” he said, indicating the color of her ass cheeks. “Mmm. Can’t get enough of a woman who likes a good spanking. How about you, boss man?”

“Right,” Gryff echoed Rayne.

Trey tilted his head. “On your back.” Rayne shifted to lay on her back, but Trey stopped her. “No, not you. You,” Trey said to Gryff. “On your back, boss man. I have an idea.”

When Gryff cocked an eyebrow at Trey, Rayne tapped his cheek and said, “Go with it, Boss. Let him direct us. He knows what he’s doing.”

Since he told her he’s had a few threesomes before—and not just threesomes, but more—she trusted him to know what he was doing. She hoped she wasn’t wrong.

With a grumble, Gryff spread his large frame on her bed, tucked a pillow under his head, and waited.

“Damn,” Trey murmured as he kneeled between Gryff’s calves and studied the man laid out before him. “I really want to climb on. But… Oh, fuck… Baby, hop on and face me.”

With a last glance at Gryff, Rayne straddled his waist, giving him her back. His hands went to her hips to steady her since his body was wide. She wrapped a hand around his hard-as-a-rock cock and leaned over to quickly lick off the precum that had beaded at the head. His hips jerked slightly beneath her and she heard him blow a breath out behind her.

“When you’re ready, baby,” Trey encouraged her, giving her his arm to assist her to mount the widest part of Gryff’s hips. Both of her knees no longer reached the mattress and her legs were spread so wide she felt a pull in her inner thighs.

Lining Gryff’s cock in between her slick folds, she teased him a bit, rubbing the crown back and forth, taking advantage of her own natural lube. She peeked over her shoulder to see Gryff’s eyes were dark, his lips pinned together as if he struggled not to thrust up and into her.

With a small smile and Trey’s help, she rose then slowly lowered herself until Gryff was balls deep. Sighing and closing her eyes for a moment, she savored the stretch and the feeling of fullness. Gryff’s fingers dug harder into the flesh at her hips.

He made a noise that caused her to break out in goosebumps. “If you don’t do something soon, you’re going to end up on your back,” he warned her.

“Patience, boss man,” Trey whispered, giving Gryff a look over her shoulder. Then he kissed her, exploring her mouth, moving his lips over hers until she moaned. Trey cupped her breasts and squeezed them together, finally breaking the kiss to drop his head to flick each nipple with his tongue, pluck each hard tip with his lips. His eyes flashed when he said, “Put your hands on my shoulders. Use me for balance.”

She did what he suggested and was surprised to see how small her hands looked on his broad, tattooed shoulders. At five-six, she wasn’t tiny, but she wasn’t large either. Even so, the contrast brought home how big both men really were, not just in height.

Trey leaned closer, nuzzling her neck as Rayne used him to lift and lower herself slowly on Gryff.

“Fuck,” Gryff groaned. “Faster.”

“No,” Trey murmured against her throat. “Go slow. Make this last.”

“That’s not going to make me last. You’re torturing me,” Gryff said, jerking his hips.

“Having her hot, wet pussy wrapped around your dick is hardly torture, boss man. Not at all.”

“It is when you’re trying not to blow your load in thirty seconds flat.”

Trey chuckled. “Wait until she comes and those tight muscles of hers squeeze your dick so hard that your brain squeezes, too.”

“Shut up, Trey. You’re not helping,” Gryff grumbled.

Trey chuckled again and pressed his lips to Rayne’s shoulder. She figured he was watching Gryff’s face as she rode him. When Trey sank his teeth gently into her flesh, she paused mid-motion and gasped.

“Ah, you like that, baby?”

She inhaled a ragged breath. “Do it again.”

He did, a little harder this time. She ground her pelvis against Gryff and he bit out a curse.

“Again,” Rayne said, her eyelids fluttering closed when Trey moved closer to her neck and then sank his teeth there. “Oh God,” she groaned.

“Ah, fuck, baby. Spanking and biting. You’re my dream girl,” he said, dropping his head to her breasts and nipping her there, too.

Her chest heaved, and she rocked her hips, trying to drive Gryff deeper. But it was impossible, he had nowhere else to go. She dropped one hand from Trey’s shoulder and found her clit super sensitive to her touch. “Again,” she demanded, circling and pressing herself before crying out. “Again, Trey!”

He obliged by sinking his teeth even deeper over her nipple, then tracing the indentations with his tongue.

“Fuck you, Trey. Fuck you. Every time you bite her… Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I can’t…”

“Hold on, baby,” Trey said. Rayne didn’t think he was talking to her. He had called Gryff baby, though he might not have realized it.

His cock became even harder inside her and it throbbed. He was close.

“I want to come at the same time,” she begged Trey. “Oh, God. Help me come at the same time.”

Without a word, Trey slid backwards to lay on his stomach between Gryff’s legs, his face right where their bodies joined. He shifted forward enough to put his mouth to her clit while she was still full of Gryff.

She cried out, her back arching, her hips stilling.

“What...” Gryff started but his words drifted off. “Oh fuck, what…”

Rayne looked down to see Trey’s head in between both her thighs and Gryff’s, and as he worked her clit with his mouth, she thought, no, this was the most glorious thing she’s ever felt. Having Trey’s mouth on her while Gryff was as deep as he could go…

Her toes curled as she felt the beginnings of a climax. Then Trey dropped his head lower, and he sucked Gryff’s sac into his mouth.

“What… the… fuck,” came Gryff’s breathless complaint.

Rayne dug her hands into Trey’s hair as he worked Gryff’s balls in and out of his mouth, licking, sucking. One of his long fingers pressed against her clit. He didn’t forget about her. Not for a moment.

Such a generous lover. She couldn’t be luckier.

Her last thought dissipated as her body rippled around Gryff’s length, squeezing him tight. Gryff pulsated hard within her, his body bowing, lifting her up and away from Trey’s mouth. Her heart thumped, her body tingled, and her breath was lost for a moment, as the final throes of her climax waned. Within seconds, she became boneless. Trey sat back on his calves and caught her in his arms.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered against her temple, brushing her hair out of her face. “That was beautiful. You need a big mirror in here so you can see how you look as you come with him deep inside you.”

She tried to shake her head, but it was impossible, so instead she laid her cheek on his shoulder and caught her breath.

She figured she’d move once Gryff softened. But he didn’t. Not right away. At least his fingers no longer had a death grip on her hips. Instead, he slowly stroked her back with long, soothing movements. If she was a kitten, she’d be purring.

“You good?” she asked Gryff, wanting to see his face, but still too spent to move.

“Very,” he answered, sounding a little out of breath himself.

“You need help?” Trey asked her.

“Yes, please.”

He wrapped an arm around her as he helped lift her off Gryff’s hips. Before letting her collapse onto the bed, he took her into his arms and kissed her thoroughly. Then he guided her next to Gryff.

“Better?”

“Yes, thank you. I’m not helpless. I’m still in ecstasy.”

“I can see that,” Trey said, an amused expression on his face. “First me, then big boy here. I’m sure we’ve tired you out.”

“But it’s a good tired.”

Even though she had a king-sized bed, when Trey snuggled in beside her, it was tight. Trey laid on his side, watching both her and Gryff with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Did you like that?” he asked Gryff.

She wondered if he’d answer honestly. Gryff turned his head toward them, met Rayne’s eyes first with a look she didn’t recognize and then he met Trey’s questioning gaze.

“That was fucking crazy good.”

Trey gave Gryff a big smile that lit up his whole face, then leaned over to kiss Rayne on the nose as he stroked her arm. “He thought it was crazy good.”

Rayne sighed in relief. “I second that. That is my new favorite position. We’ll have to make up a name for that.”

“Like the Reverse Cowgirl Chow Wagon.”

Gryff snorted and Rayne couldn’t help but be thrilled that Gryff was starting to accept Trey’s attention. Not to mention, actually admit he liked it.

There was hope yet.

“But I get to cowboy up next.”

“Not tonight,” Rayne said softly, giving Trey a warning look. He shouldn’t push Gryff tonight.

“No, not tonight,” Trey agreed, but sighed, looking a little disappointed. “When you’re ready, boss man.”

“And if I’m never ready?”

Rayne reached out blindly for Gryff’s hand and squeezed it. He intertwined their fingers together and raised them to his lips to kiss her knuckles, then he laid them on his chest.

Trey must have been in the same mindset as her. Because neither answered him. Neither wanted to think that far in advance. Nor so negatively. Rayne believed Gryff would come around, would eventually openly accept his desires, it just might take a bit of time.

Time all three of them had… unless Trey ended up in jail for a few months.

Which could very well happen. She frowned.

“No frowning, baby. I’ll accept whatever he decides.”

Trey mistakenly thought her frown was due to Gryff’s question. She’d allow him to continue to believe that. There was no point in bringing up his charges at this moment. She wanted to enjoy being sandwiched between both of them. There was time enough to worry about legal issues during the day.

Gryff rolled onto his side to face Trey. “I haven’t said yes. I haven’t said no.”

“And you don’t need to right now,” Rayne assured him. “Can we change the subject?”

“Yes, let’s. Why did you get the tattoo?” Trey asked him. “I’ve never seen anyone with such a big piece that only had one. Usually people start small.”

Gryff hesitated so long, Rayne didn’t think he would ever answer. “I was young and stupid.”

Trey shook his head, then propped his head in his hand. He now lazily stroked Rayne from her throat, around her breasts down to her pubis, and back up. “You didn’t get that when you were young and stupid.”

When Rayne first saw it and asked, she didn’t think he got it when he was young, either. The piece was too big. Too expensive. And the work appeared to be quality.

“No, I got it because I had been young and stupid.”

Trey suddenly leaned in closer as if he didn’t want to miss that story. “Young? Stupid? There’s no way. I can’t picture you, the great Gryffin Ward, like that.”

Gryff frowned at him. “It happens.”

“Sure. And sometimes you can be stupid when you’re not so young.”

“You mean like you.”

Rayne didn’t miss the flash of something—hurt, maybe—in Trey’s eyes.

“Yes, like me,” Trey finally answered quietly. “I realize I don’t rate up there with you, Gryff. Not even close. Yes, I make money because I can throw a damn ball really well. But I’m not good enough for you. I’m an embarrassment, right? Remember when I said I’d be the spot on your spotless reputation?”

Rayne laid quietly, her heart squeezing for Trey, for the hurt in his voice. He truly believed that Gryff wasn’t accepting him, not only because Trey was a man, but one with baggage.

Rayne wanted to question Gryff about it. But not now. It was best to let whatever would play out between them to do just that without her interference. At least they were past the point of Gryff wanting to beat Trey’s ass. Trey wanted Gryff to accept him as an equal. As a lover.

And Gryff still struggled with it.

“It wasn’t always spotless, Trey,” Gryff admitted softly.