Rayne’s eyes slid sideways to the man in her passenger seat. No doubt he was feeling good. She then peeked in her rearview mirror. And so was the one in the back.

The later the evening became, the looser the men became. Not that Trey needed any help, but Gryff? Yeah, he needed the booze to get the stick out of his ass and contemplate Trey’s suggestion of the three of them hooking up.

Amazingly enough, Trey had talked them into going back to his place. It surprised her when Gryff agreed. Still, she had no idea where things would go from there.

But whatever happened tonight, she was all in. How could she not be? Two handsome, hot, successful men. Anyone in their right mind wouldn’t say no. Of course not.

The only issue looming? Gryff was her boss and Trey her client. That may be not only an issue, but a big one. And possibly the fact that she was the only one a hundred percent sober. Not that either of the men were sloppy or falling down drunk, but they both seemed loose and happy. Besides, it was nice to see Gryff like that. The more he smiled and laughed, the more Rayne couldn’t help but fall for him.

Which, again, reminded her of the not-so-small matter of him being her boss. Damn.

He didn’t stick his dick in company ink.

No, that wasn’t right.

He didn’t stick his pen in company pussy.

Nope. Not right either.

Well, either way, it was too late. His cock had been inside her and they both had liked it. Really liked it. Once wasn’t enough for her. And from what she could tell, not enough for him either.

She pulled her SUV into a secured lower level parking garage after Trey waved a keycard at the card reader. As he directed her to one of his reserved spots, she couldn’t help but notice the rows of high dollar vehicles. Seemed as though no one who lived here drove a Honda or a Ford. She almost felt like she was slumming it in her Lexus. She pulled in next to a blacked-out Maserati GranTurismo convertible.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Gryff said, staring at the car next to them. “Don’t tell me that’s yours.”

“Then I won’t tell you,” came the serious answer from the backseat.

“You fucking athletes don’t know how to spend your money wisely.”

“Hey, it was cheaper than a Bentley.”

Gryff snorted, pushed open his door, and unfolded his large frame out of the car. He leaned back in before saying, “It better give a hell of a blow job.” Then slammed the door shut.

Rayne hesitated and turned to study Trey. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Are you asking if I have a plan to tame the beast?”

“Something like that.”

“I’m just going to wing it.”

She sighed. “Can you at least give me directions to the nearest hospital? Just in case I need to take your bloody pulp there in a hurry.”

Trey shook his head and laughed before climbing out of the car. She hurried to follow him since someone with a sound mind needed to be the referee if anything got out of hand.

“I sure hope you think it’ll be worth the trouble,” she whispered to him as she watched Gryff walk around the convertible, checking it out and mumbling.

“You tell me, is he worth it?”

She frowned.

Trey stroked his hand down her bare arm and she shivered at his electric touch. “Relax, Rayne. Baby steps.” He wandered away to join Gryff.

Baby steps? What did he mean by that?

She studied the two men practically jerking off over a piece of machinery. What was she getting herself into? What was she getting Gryff into?

She sighed and joined them.

Minutes later they were up in the penthouse of the high-rise building. Trey actually needed to use his keycard to get the elevator to rise to his floor. And for good reason. As the doors swooshed open, it led directly into his—what he called—“apartment.” Rayne had never been in an “apartment” like this. It comprised half the top floor. Even half the top floor was nothing to sneeze at.

“I hope you have a financial advisor,” was all that Gryff said as he stepped into Trey’s world.

“This was an investment. I own it,” Trey announced, sounding proud of himself.

“Well, bully for you,” Gryff answered as he wandered over to the expanse of windows overlooking the city. The view was spectacular, the city lights beautiful in the dark of night.

“And guess who my next-door neighbor is?” Trey asked as he moved to the middle of his expansive living room.

When Gryff ignored him, he looked to Rayne and wiggled his eyebrows, so she felt obligated to ask, “Who?”

“Cole Dixon.”

Gryff froze, then turned to Trey. “I bet you and he hooked up a time or two.”

“Why do you think that? Just because neither of us have any sexual hang-ups?”

“Who’s Cole Dixon?” Rayne asked finally. She was lost.

Trey’s mouth dropped. “You don’t know who Dix is?”

“If she knew she wouldn’t ask,” Gryff growled. Sounded like her boss was getting cranky again.

“No, no idea,” she said and moved closer to Gryff, tempted to rub his arm to soothe him. She just wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to pet her boss. Though, she did suck his dick a couple days ago.

Jesus. She mentally shook her head to clear her debauched thoughts.

“Dix is only the best running back in Bulldogs’ history and lover to Lawrence “Long Arm” Landis, who was the best quarterback in Bulldogs’ history. I plan on following in Ren’s footsteps and bringing us home the Championship trophy.”

“If you can get back on the team.”

“When I get back on the team.”

Gryff made a noise and stepped closer to the windows, staring out.

“So, they live on the other side?” Rayne asked.

“They actually live on the beach with their wife Eve and their new kid. They only use the place when they come into the city.”

“Wait. They have a wife and kid?”

“Yeah. They all hooked up and then got knocked up.”

She bet that was an interesting dynamic. However, she thought she heard a rumor at the office about Gryff’s older brother doing something similar. Couldn’t be.

Rayne’s brows pinned together. “Let me get this straight—”

“It’s just like Gryff’s brother. He hooked up with a married couple and they all live together now. I don’t think there’s any buns in the oven yet, though. Is there, G?”

“Don’t call me G,” Gryff said to the window.

“Call him Boss, he really likes that,” Rayne suggested with a helpful smile.

“Rayne,” came the low warning.

“Yeah. Boss. I like that,” Trey went on, missing the displeasure in Gryff’s voice.

Gryff finally spun around. “You call me Boss and you might find yourself flapping your arms to see if you can fly when I toss you from the balcony.”

Rayne pinned her lips together to keep from laughing.

He scowled at her. “Rayne, don’t encourage him.”

“Yes, Boss,” she said.

He bowed his head and shook it, his hands planted on his hips. “I think I need more booze.”

“Sorry, I suck as a host. I’ll get you a drink,” Trey said and then disappeared.

Rayne moved closer to Gryff and met his eyes. “Your brother is in a threesome?”

“Yes.”

“With a married couple?”

“Yes.”

“And it works?”

Gryff nodded his head slightly. “It works.”

“Damn,” she whispered in awe.

“That’s what I thought. But it works well, actually.”

She stared at his full lips, the color of a ripe Bing cherry. “Huh.”

“Are you getting ideas?”

She knew exactly where she wanted those lips. “I already had them.”

“You said you wanted both of us.”

She hesitated. She wanted what she wanted and there was no point in lying about it. Skirting the truth would get her nowhere. “Yes, but I didn’t think you’d go for both at the same time.”

“I didn’t say I would.” He snagged her chin and tilted her face up so she couldn’t avoid his eyes. “I alone wouldn’t be enough for you.”

“I didn’t say that,” she whispered, then licked her lips, his eyes following the movement of her tongue. A jolt shot through her, landing in her core, making her warm and wet between her thighs.

“But you want Trey, too.”

“Yes. I told you that.”

“You certainly did.”

Time to go for broke... “Are you willing?”

His expression closed up and his eyes narrowed before he asked, “To watch another man fuck you?”

“To participate.” Her lips parted, and the breath rushed out of her at the thought of the three of them together.

“In a threesome? With another man? I don’t know.”

“I know you’re attracted to him. I saw your reaction the other day in my office.”

Something flashed in his eyes before he hid it. “A fluke.”

Rayne smiled softly but shook her head, dislodging his grip on her chin. “No. I don’t think so.”

Gryff lifted a shoulder. “Think what you’d like.”

Rayne placed a hand on his chest and slid it down to his stomach. His muscles shifted beneath her fingers. “Boss—”

“Every time you call me that it gives me a hard-on.”

Her lips curved into a smile. “I know.”

Gryff curled a strand of her hair around his finger and studied it. “I want to fuck you tonight.”

“Yes, I want that, too.”

“But, here we are standing in the middle of Trey Holloway’s living room instead. You could be in my bed right now, that green dress on my floor, your legs over my shoulders.”

“Or, we can head to Trey’s bed and have him join us.”

His head tilted and his eyes raked her face. “Why do you want this?”

She answered, “Why not?” Because she really had no answer to give him. Other than she was being greedy by wanting two men in her bed at once. “Have you ever thought about it?”

“Maybe with two women. Isn’t that every heterosexual man’s fantasy? But not with another man, no.”

“If you don’t touch?”

“Have two men over six-feet tall fuck one woman and not touch? Impossible.”

“We can take turns,” Trey suggested as he closed in on them, carrying drinks in his hands. He offered one to Gryff, who took it, and the other to Rayne. “Just soda,” he assured her. He turned back to Gryff. “I can watch you two.”

“No.”

“You can watch us,” Trey suggested, indicating him and Rayne.

“No.”

“She can watch the two of us.”

“I would love to watch the two of you. Two men together turn me on,” Rayne confessed. The thought of the two of them in bed together pooled heat between her legs. She pressed herself against Gryff’s hip, her hand still flat against his lower stomach.

Gryff looked down into her face. “Sorry. Not going to happen.”

“Then why did you agree to come back to my place?” Trey asked him.

Without breaking eye contact with Rayne, he answered, “I don’t know.”

“I think you do,” Rayne whispered, then added, “Boss.” She moved her hand over his belt and down to his groin, confirming what she already knew. “Please kiss me, Boss.”

“Rayne,” he groaned, shoving his drink toward Trey, who scrambled to grab it. He dug his hands into her hair and leaned down to crush his lips to hers. She gasped at the ferocity of it, how he owned her mouth, took control of her tongue. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers clenched into fists, pulling her hair harder.

Finally, he broke the kiss, only pulling away slightly, panting as much as she was.

“Don’t stop on my account.”

Gryff’s eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened, Rayne felt disappointment at the sudden loss when he stepped back. She could see his control physically shutting him down.

“My turn?” Trey asked, slipping in between them, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her against him. His erection was as unmistakable as Gryff’s as it pushed against her belly when he lowered his lips to hers. “I’ve been patiently waiting to do this,” he murmured against her before stroking his tongue over her lips, separating them, then dipping inside.

His kiss differed from Gryff’s but made her melt against him just the same. He wrapped an arm around her back to pull her tight against his hips, making sure she felt all of him. His other hand went from her hip, up her belly, then cupped her breast over her dress. He pulled away just enough to say, “I want to see you naked.”

She wanted to say the same to him, but he took her mouth again, exploring, playing, teasing. She groaned, her nipples hard as he played with them over her dress. When he nipped her lower lip, she gasped, grabbing handfuls of his shirt to keep herself on her feet. Her legs trembled, her pussy throbbed, her arousal made her slick with need.

When Trey finally broke the kiss, she couldn’t focus for a second because her head spun. The man could kiss. No doubt about it.

“Your lips are swollen from both our kisses,” Trey murmured, not taking his eyes off her face. “They’re beautiful.”

She smiled and stepped back, reluctantly releasing his shirt. Though she wanted to tear it right off of him.

She peeked around his shoulder, looking for Gryff. He once again stood at the windows, staring out, his back to them, his body stiff. Though from the reflection, she could see his eyes on them.

Watching everything.

“Boss...”

“Fuck, Rayne,” he said softly, dropping his head and shaking it.

Rayne fought the panic as Trey approached, stepping close behind him. Almost touching, but not. Gryff lifted his head, but didn’t say a word. Trey cautiously ran a hand over Gryff’s wide shoulders, almost as if tempting fate by trying to pet a tiger in the wild.

He could lose a limb.

“Fuck you, Trey,” Gryff growled, spinning around, grabbing Trey by the throat.

Rayne gasped, and as she lurched forward to get between them, she caught herself and stopped as Gryff kissed Trey just as hard as he’d kissed her. Rayne’s mind spun at what she witnessed. Trey made no sudden moves, and Gryff controlled the kiss, pushing Trey backward farther into the room, still directing him by the throat and Gryff’s hips bumped the other man’s. With each shove, Trey fell back another step until he couldn’t help but grab Gryff to catch his balance.

Rayne stood helpless, not knowing what to do in what seemed like more of a power struggle than passion. Trey was allowing Gryff to have the upper hand. For now.

But then Trey stumbled and fell to his knees, breaking their contact, but only for a moment. Gryff quickly opened his belt and his pants, while Trey helped to shove them down to expose his thick, hard length. When Trey wrapped his mouth around him, Gryff closed his eyes, the muscles in his neck bulging, his fingers clenched into fists at his side, a grimace on his face.

Then he opened them, glanced down at Trey and whispered, “Fuck you,” before meeting Rayne’s wide eyes. She felt silly frozen in place in the middle of the room, watching the two men before her. She almost felt like she intruded on their intimacy, but... not.

Rayne wanted to join them, but she didn’t want to disrupt them, either. She wanted the chips to fall where they may between the two. This could bring them closer together or push them apart once it was over. That would be up to Gryff. To Trey. Not her.

However, watching them together drove her desire off the charts. Her panties became soaked, her thighs trembled and her knees wobbled. She couldn’t keep standing there like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car.

She sank onto the leather couch, wiggling her panties down and the hem of her dress up. Once her panties dropped to her ankles, she kicked them off over her heels and spread her thighs. Gryff watched her every move, pinning her with his dark stare. As Trey’s head rose and fell at Gryff’s groin, she slipped her hand between her legs, spread herself wide so he could see everything, then dragged her fingers between her slick folds. She plunged her other hand into the neckline of her dress, finding her hard, aching nipple and twisted it at the same time she slipped two fingers inside of herself.

Her hips shot off the couch as she came instantly. She bit her lip to stop her cry, but she couldn’t control it. Her inner muscles clenched around her fingers, though she wasn’t done. Not yet. She wasn’t done until Gryff and Trey were.

She released her breast and dropped her hand between her legs, circling her clit in a frenzy while she plunged her fingers in and out, wishing one of them fucked her, instead.

Gryff’s fingers found purchase in Trey’s hair as he fucked the other man’s mouth, his hips matching Trey’s rhythm. When Gryff gritted his teeth, Rayne knew he was close to losing it. And, once again, so was she. As she watched the two men, she realized she’d never been so turned on, and as Gryff’s hips bucked, so did hers. Then she came at the same time Gryff did, her pussy pulsating around her fingers, drenching them.

She dropped her head back against the couch and closed her eyes as the last of the orgasm faded away, sapping her of her strength.

Then hands were on her, spreading her thighs even wider. Trey, still on his knees, settled this time between her legs. He dropped his head, whispering, “I want to taste you,” before his mouth found her center, licked along her folds, his tongue flicking her sensitive clit.

Hands dug into her hair and when her head was yanked back she looked up right into Gryff’s dark, hooded eyes. He stood behind the couch, his nostrils flaring, his fingers gripping her painfully. She would not tell him to stop, to let go. No, she wanted him to dominate her, take her past the point of no return.

“Touch me, Boss,” she groaned. “Please.”

“Untie your dress,” he demanded.

With shaky fingers, she tore impatiently at the knot and when she finally got it free, she pulled her dress apart, giving him an unfettered view of Trey’s head between her legs and her breasts spilling over the cups of her black lacy bra. Her nipples ached for his touch, his mouth, his teeth, but he didn’t release the tight grip on her hair. Instead, he dropped his mouth to her stretched throat and scraped his teeth along her delicate skin, down her chest, and nuzzled between the soft mounds of her breasts.

She tugged her bra down and her breasts up so he could latch onto one of her nipples, sucking one deep into his mouth. The tugging sensation creating a direct line of fire through her body to where Trey’s mouth wreaked havoc on her pussy. Her hips bucked against Trey’s mouth as he sucked her clit and slid two fingers inside her.

Her heart pounded, the blood rushed in her ears, and her eyes closed as they spun her out of control. She couldn’t stop the words that spilled from between her lips, encouraging them, cursing them, whimpering for relief. When Gryff sank his teeth into her soft flesh, her body bowed off the couch, and she came again, her muscles contracting around Trey’s fingers. She couldn’t take any more, her clit had become too sensitive.

“Stop. Stop. Stop,” she whispered until Trey looked up her body at her with a question in his eyes. She tried to catch her breath, but Gryff’s tongue still swirled along the hard tips of her nipples. With a last nibble along the outer curve of her breast he straightened and released her hair.

Trey sat back on his heels, met Gryff’s gaze over her head, and said, “I want to fuck her.”

Silence filled the room as seconds ticked by. Rayne was afraid to look at Gryff’s face. Without even seeing it, she knew he struggled with Trey’s intention.

“I haven’t fucked her yet. You have. I haven’t had a release yet tonight. You have.”

Rayne wasn’t so sure Gryff would take pity on the other man and concede. It wasn’t like Gryff and her were dating and he certainly didn’t own her. “Yes,” was all Rayne said and was rewarded with a large, open smile from Trey.

She could feel the tension in the air.

When Gryff finally spoke, his voice low and raw, he said, “You have to wear a condom.”

Trey’s lips twitched. “Of course.” He dug into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet, and within seconds held one up.

Trey pushed to his feet, throwing the condom and the wallet on the nearby coffee table, then stepped back, his fingers going to his shirt. One by one, he slipped the buttons out of their holes, exposing his broad, muscular chest decorated with tattoos. He threw his shirt to the side, his eyes never leaving Gryff, who still stood behind her. Gryff leaned over to press his mouth against her ear, his breathing slightly ragged when he asked, “Do you like what you see?”

His hands cupped her breasts and his thumbs brushed over the tips of her nipples.

“Yes.”

When Trey slipped his belt from the loops in his jeans, Gryff whispered, “Do you want him inside you?”

Rayne had to suck oxygen to be able to answer. “Yes.”

Trey worked the top button of his jeans open then slid down the zipper. Gryff murmured against her ear, “Are you wet for him?”

“Fuck yes,” she moaned. She reached behind her and grabbed the back of his neck, holding him there. She wanted him to continue to talk dirty to her, to hear the deep-timbre of his voice in her ear, making her nipples pebble even harder and her pussy even wetter.

Trey kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks before shucking his jeans and when he stood before them in just boxer briefs, Rayne could see the hard line of his cock under the fabric, the dark spot in the cotton where his precum had soaked through. He palmed himself over his underwear still watching the both of them, watching Gryff squeeze and pinch her dusky pink nipples between his dark fingers.

“Do you like me touching you, Rayne?”

“Yes, Boss.”

“Do you want me to touch you when he’s fucking you?”

She shuddered. “Oh yes. Boss, please.”

“Fuck, Rayne,” he groaned in her ear. “You keep that up and I’ll fuck your mouth while he fucks your pussy.”

“Boss, I want you inside me, too. I want you—”

“Not tonight.”

“But—”

“No. Another night. I’ll fuck you long and hard until you can no longer stand up.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. Let Trey have tonight.”

As the subject in question hooked his fingers in his boxer briefs and shoved them down, both Gryff and Rayne became quiet, motionless, as they took in his hard length, the fullness of his sac. Then, he wrapped his fingers around his girth and stroked himself slowly, from root to tip. Then again.

And once more.

Trey moved closer. “I want you both.”

“You get Rayne,” Gryff answered from behind her, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. He straightened when Trey approached.

“I’ll have you both. Maybe not tonight. But soon.”

“We’ll see.”

Rayne feared Trey would push his luck and Gryff might shut the whole thing down if he kept it up.

“Trey, take me,” she begged, trying to get his attention off Gryff.

His eyes flicked to her then back to Gryff. “I will, baby, don’t worry. There’s nothing I want more right now. Will you at least undress?” He directed the last question at the man behind her.

Once again, silence filled the room. Rayne twisted enough to look at Gryff. “Yes, please, Boss, let me undress you.”

His gaze dropped to her, and he smiled slowly. “Come do it for me.”

She couldn’t resist his proposition. If he was willing to get naked in front of Trey, then she'd happily volunteer to undress him. Plus, she hadn’t seen him completely naked yet, either. It would be like unwrapping a gift. And she couldn’t wait to pull the end of that ribbon.

Trey offered his free hand, and she accepted it as he helped her to her feet. She shrugged out of her open dress and removed her bra, squeezing her breasts as it fell to the floor.

“Shoes on or off?” she asked, bending over, pointing her ass toward Gryff.

“Oh fuck, those shoes need to stay on,” Trey moaned.

“Whatever you want,” she told him.

“I like the sound of that,” Trey murmured, giving his cock another stroke.

She glanced at Gryff who hadn’t moved from behind the couch. “Am I coming to you, Boss? Or are you coming to me?”

“Come here,” he demanded, his voice causing a shiver to run down her spine.

“Yes, Boss,” she answered as she moved around the couch. When he didn’t turn, she stepped up and wrapped her arms around him to unbutton his shirt from behind. Trey remained on the other side of the couch, stroking himself as she undid Gryff’s shirt and pulled it off his shoulders. Then tugged his undershirt over his head, leaving his torso bare, his dark skin gleaming under the recessed lighting.

Even though Gryff blocked her view of Trey, she knew exactly when he noticed the dragon tattoo. His exclamation of “Holy shit,” an obvious giveaway. Then, he said, “I never would have expected that of you.”

Gryff stiffened slightly under her fingers, but she quickly worked her hands down to his waist, finding his belt and pants still unfastened from earlier. She slipped her hands inside his boxer briefs to find his hot, hard length and she palmed him, squeezed and ran a thumb about the crown, spreading his precum.

“Kick off your shoes,” she murmured against the skin of his back.

“You take them off me.”

She smiled against him, gave him a nip, then dropped to his feet, sliding his loafers off and slowly rolling down his dress socks, taking her time to brush her fingers along his calves, ankles, toes. Without rising, she tugged down his pants and boxers as one, exposing his thick, muscular thighs, his strong calves. As he stepped out of his pants, she nibbled, kissed, and licked her way back up his legs, over the globes of his ass, then up his spine. He was tall, about six-two, so even with her heels on she could only reach midway up his back, her tongue tracing along the bottom of the dark dragon.

He shuddered under her touch, his head dipping for a moment, then rising again when he said to Trey, “Take her now, or I will.” His words made the warmth rush between her thighs. She was so ready for one, the other… or both.

Trey, who had stood mesmerized while watching the two of them interact, jerked into action. No one had to tell him twice. And he knew if Gryff decided to take Rayne for himself, Trey would be left standing out in the cold with his dick in his own hand.

He certainly wasn’t going to miss out on the chance to sink himself deep into all her lusciousness. Even if Gryff didn’t join in this time. If he had his way, Gryff would join in soon enough, anyway.

Trey felt the undercurrent of Gryff’s attraction to him. The man’s brain might be telling him one thing, but his body told him quite another. Trey knew it the moment he stood in the middle of Gryff’s office and the man had given him the once over. Gryff just needed to admit his desires, as deeply buried as they might be.

As he walked around the couch to the two of them, the large dragon that laid along Gryff’s shoulders fascinated him. He would have to ask its meaning one day over pillow talk.

Baby steps.

“Feel free to join in at any time. I won’t be offended and I like to share,” he told Gryff before pulling Rayne away from him by the wrist and over to the end of the couch. “How do you want me?” he asked her.

“Any way you want it,” she answered and her husky voice made his balls tighten.

He hoped he could hold off long enough to make her at least come once if not twice. But he’d hit his limit of watching and waiting. The sheen on her inner thighs showed just how ready she was. “You’re beautiful, baby. And you’ll be even more so when your body pulses around mine. I can’t wait to watch you let go while I’m inside you.”

“Then hurry,” she encouraged him, making him chuckle at her impatience. But he understood it, he certainly did.

Then it hit him how he wanted her. And how to involve Gryff without making him too uncomfortable with the situation.

“Gryff, sit on the couch.” Instead of waiting to see if the stubborn man did as requested, he lifted Rayne’s long, thick hair up and kissed the back of her neck, making her shiver. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“You as well,” she whispered over her shoulder. “I need you inside me.”

When she rubbed her bare ass against his aching cock, he bit back a whimper. When he checked, he saw Gryff sat on the couch, his heavily built, dark body a sharp contrast to the cream-colored leather couch. He looked like a piece of sculpted art sitting there, his body hard everywhere. His erection protruded from his lap, long and thick. He closed his eyes for a moment at the memory of Gryff’s load being shot down the back of this throat. Precum leaked from the head of his cock at a faster pace. If he didn’t do something soon, it wouldn’t be just precum.

“Bend over the end of the couch, baby. Give your mouth to Gryff... and anything else he wants. That’s it. Just like that, baby. Yes. Fuck.”

With Rayne’s hips draped over the wide arm of the couch, he had the perfect view of her readiness, her ripeness. Her pussy, slick and pink, was like a Siren’s call to him.

He might like men, but he loved women as well. The beauty of what was being offered humbled him. Not only could he see the plump folds of her pussy, he could see that tight rosette, tempting him.

He wanted to shake his head to bring back reality, to wake himself up from this dream. Because there was no way he could be lucky enough to have two such beautiful, sexy specimens in his apartment, on his couch. But when Gryff handed him the condom and their fingers brushed, he knew this was no hallucination.

Yes, as a star quarterback, he could get pussy, or even dick, whenever he wanted. But Rayne was no groupie, Gryff no obsessed fan. These were two people who couldn’t care less about his fame and fortune. They were here for Trey, the man, not Trey the football player.

That thought alone made him even harder. When he rolled the condom over his length, his cock jerked at his own touch. He lined the head of his cock along her sex, rubbing it in between the wet folds.

“You want me, baby?”

“Yes,” she said, her cheek laying on Gryff’s thigh, as the other man stroked her hair, her back, but watched Trey’s every movement. “Both of you.”

Trey met Gryff’s gaze and held it when he answered, “Next time, baby. Promise.” He groaned as he slid slowly into her warmth. Her muscles tightened around him, squeezing, making his breath hitch, his heart pound. His fingers dug into her hips as he began the age-old rhythm of fucking her thoroughly. She cried out, but that was quickly smothered by Gryff when he lifted her enough to capture her lips, take her nipples between his fingers and twisting.

The longer he pumped, the harder it was to resist at least touching her tight hole. He slipped a finger between them to gather some of her arousal, then circled the bud. With each circle he pressed harder, until she relaxed enough to let him in. His finger kept the rhythm of his cock, over and over until he heard her curse against Gryff’s lips, then drop her head back to his lap, taking the other man into her mouth. Gryff raked fingers through her long tresses, letting her keep her own pace. Within seconds a curse slipped from between his lips, too.

As Trey’s hips slapped against Rayne’s ass, and as he fucked her with his finger, watching Rayne suck Gryff’s cock just about undid him. The only thing he wished for was Gryff to be fucking him as he fucked Rayne.

He had to make that happen. Not tonight, though. For tonight they took baby steps. He would gratefully accept whatever Gryff allowed.

Rayne clenched around him, her back bowed, and she moaned around Gryff’s cock. Gryff’s eyes shut and his head dropped back for a moment, his fingers now gripping her hair tightly, his hips lifting slightly off the couch. Then his eyes opened, and he turned his head towards Trey, watching him pump in and out of the woman on his lap.

Trey was about to lose it. There was no way he could hold out anymore. But he wanted one thing first…

“C’mere,” Trey commanded, hoping he’d listen.

Gryff leaned closer and Trey bent over Rayne’s back until their mouths met. Trey pressed his tongue between Gryff’s lips until they opened, letting him in. The man’s lips were soft and broad, and he couldn’t wait to have them wrapped around his cock. At the thought, Trey gasped, breaking the contact. He was about to explode.

“I’m going to fucking come,” Gryff moaned, as Rayne’s head raised and lowered in his lap.

“Me, too,” Trey groaned, reaching under Rayne to find her clit and with one finger pressed in her ass and another rubbing her sensitive nub, the second he felt her tighten around him, he cried out, releasing into her, his cock pulsing as her pussy milked him dry. He stilled, deep inside her, and watched the last few seconds of Gryff’s control disappear.

A few moments later, when breathing had slowed and heart rates returned to almost normal, Rayne lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at him, a smile on her face. “When can we do this again?”