Steady Rain

They were still both breathing heavy as Tristan lifted his mouth from Kyle’s. “I want her,” he whispered. “I want to see how beautiful she’d look in our ropes. I want to listen to her come and watch you fuck her, or slide my cock up your ass while you’re fucking her. I want to see you lick your lips as you watch me fuck her. She’s a real woman with real curves, not a damn tiny toothpick, and I think she could be perfect with us.”

  He stared up into Tristan’s eyes. “Then I guess we’d better spend a lot of time with her and figure out the way to her heart, huh?”

  * * * *

  Tristan grinned down at him. The more he’d thought about Jess, the more he wanted to see if they could make something work with her—if she’d even be interested in them like that.

  If not…well, he now had a whole head full of hot and dirty fantasies to break out and use on Kyle.

  “I think it’s safe to say we’re on the same page about her, huh?”

  Kyle nodded. “Yeah. We are.”

  “We need to walk a fine line at first, between flirting with her and not scaring her off.”

  “Agreed.”

  They held each other’s gaze for a long moment. “I love you. That doesn’t change. Ever.”

  Kyle reached up with his spooge-covered hand and cupped Tristan’s face, evilly smiling as he did, but Tristan didn’t draw away from him. “Ever. Us first.” He pulled him in for another kiss. “You must love me to put up with me.”

  Tris snorted and finally sat up. “Hey, you’re hot in the sack. What can I say?”

  They grabbed a quick shower and then curled up together in bed after setting their alarms. Tonight Tristan draped himself over Kyle, his face nuzzled against the crook of Kyle’s neck.

  “Maybe I want to be the one under her while you fuck her,” Kyle said.

  Tristan smiled in the darkness. “We can take turns.”

  “I like the sound of that.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Tuesday afternoon, Jess had been exchanging texts with Kyle and Tristan. They’d settled on Chinese food, and once she knew they were on their way, she surveyed the apartment with a nervous eye.

  Stanley seemed to sense something was up because he laid in the middle of the living room floor but alert, head up, watching her.

  Yesterday, Jess had gotten Cali’s number from Kel and talked to her about the two men. She’d also vouched for them, plus told Jess what to do to turn on the lights and AC in the club, and how to turn on the music system, if they wanted to use that.

  It also meant, just on that very remote chance there was a problem, that another person knew she’d be there with the two men.

  Cali had suggested taking Stanley over with her, since they’d be the only ones there, and Jess liked that idea.

  When she heard them knock downstairs, she caught Stanley and put his leash on him before heading down with him to answer the door.

  That’s when she realized her tactical error. Whether it was the smell of food rolling through the door with them, or Stanley genuinely liked them, he eagerly wagged his tail as fast as she’d ever seen him when she let the men in and hugged them hello. Both men petted the dog, and Stanley wagged his tail even harder at their attention.

  “He’s a pretty dog,” Kyle said.

  “Yeah,” Tristan agreed. “He’s gorgeous.”

  Stanley looked up at her as if to say, So, there. “He’s also a mooch, so guard your plate while you eat. I don’t give him table scraps.”

  She led them upstairs after unleashing Stanley. One more barrier—passed. “Have you planned what you want to do?”

  “Oh, yeah,” Tristan said. “We wrote down notes and everything.” They laid the food out on the counter as they told her the ties they wanted to photograph tonight.

  The more they talked, the more she realized how dedicated they were to what they did. They weren’t into leading the rope group for their egos, or to meet play partners. They legitimately enjoyed teaching the subject to others, and that showed in how they talked about it.

  I’m going to enjoy tonight even if it never leads to anything else.

  The best photo shoots she’d ever had were with people passionate about what they did for the sake of the activity, whether it was shibari or pony play or impact play. When the person’s focus was on what they did, not on their own ego.

  She also realized that watching these two together was going to leave her panties damp.

  If they ever did play with her, she might embarrass the hell out of herself for them.

  Then again, that might not be a bad thing.

  Less than an hour later they’d finished eating and had agreed on a plan of attack for the photo shoot. It surprised her when the men insisted on helping her clean up the kitchen instead of letting her leave it for later.

  “And how much do we owe you for tonight?” Tristan asked. “We never did settle on a price.”

  “We didn’t?” Oh…oops. Now that she thought about it, she realized she hadn’t brought up price with them, even though she had quoted a price to the other guy.

  She’d been so…

  Shit. She had the hots for them both.

  Kyle smiled, those killer eyes of his melting her. “No, we didn’t.”

  “Um… Well, you bought me dinner. We can call it even and discuss it before the next one.”

  “No,” Tristan said. “You’re taking time on your day off to do this.”

  “Yeah, but it helps the club, and Kel is letting me live here for free right now. What you do helps get people in the door. It’s sort of a circular pay-it-forward. We’re good, seriously.”

  Both men arched eyebrows at her in a decidedly Domly way.

  Double Doms…yum!

  She yanked her head out of her clitoris. “What?”

  “How about a hundred?” Tristan asked. “It’s going to take us at least three hours. Is that enough?”

  She swallowed. “Sure.” She’d leave it in the drawer in the office as a donation for the club.

  Tristan reached for his wallet. “And this is for you, not for the club.”

  She felt her face heat.

  Kyle started laughing. “Kinda spooky when he does that shit, isn’t it?”

  She nodded. “You ain’t kidding.”

  * * * *

  Stanley had plopped himself down next to them, apparently happy to watch the activities. Tristan had volunteered to let Kyle tie him first. Mostly because he wanted the opportunity to watch Jess without having to pay attention to what he was doing. Plus he’d be able to talk with her. Flirt with her.

  A chance to start sounding the waters with her.

  While he might be the better talker of the two of them in terms of presenting to a class, Tris would be the first to admit it was hotter than fuck watching Kyle tie. He’d grow really quiet, usually, his gaze intense, and it always had Tristan’s cock hard as a rock by the time the man finished. And that was just from watching him tie.

  Tristan started stripping, not bothering to turn away or hide what he was doing, watching Jess out of the corner of his eye as he pulled his briefs off and replaced them with bike shorts.

  Let her have a peek at the goods.

  “Um…d-did you want me to put on music or s-something?” she asked.

  He struggled against the urge to giggle. “Sure, if you want to.”

  “Some bow-chicka-wow-wow music for the exhibitionist there,” Kyle snarked as he readied his rope.

  He caught Kyle’s eye and the man’s wink silenced the retort Tristan had ready.

  Yeah, Kyle had caught on to what he was doing.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  When Jess went to the office, Kyle leaned in and kissed him, pulling Tristan’s hand onto his bulge. One hard and ready cock.

  “Fucker,” Kyle muttered. “You’re teasing her and it’s messing with me.”

  “In good ways.”

  “Well, yeah.” He goosed Tristan’s hard cock, which now lay curved to the left against his bel
ly and clearly visible against the bike shorts.

  “I asked if you thought we should wear briefs, and you said nah. So I didn’t. Want me to put them back on? And it won’t make it any less visible.”

  “Put your hood on, asshole, before I’m breaking a few club rules regarding no sex.”

  Tristan grinned and pulled on the lycra hood. It left his eyes and mouth visible, but no one would be able to identify him from that.

  * * * *

  Hoooooly fucking shitballs!

  She wondered if Kyle was hung as well as Tristan was.

  If so…

  Daaaaammmn.

  She pulled up Pandora on the computer and turned on the sound board. After selecting a classic rock station, Steppenwolf’s “Magic Carpet Ride” filled the building.

  Perfect.

  She returned to the dungeon. They were doing this on the MMA mats under the big A-frame. No suspension techniques tonight, everything would be ground ties, and Kyle was leading off with a simple box tie.

  Jess turned on her lights and checked her light levels as Kyle got started. Tristan’s gaze never left her as she took pictures. At one point, she had to take one with Kyle’s face visible, because when the men’s gazes met the heat shimmering between them was like watching a parking lot baking in the middle of a hot Florida summer afternoon.

  Damn.

  Mostly, Tristan talked with her, flirty, sexy banter that reminded her of Purson except with an edge.

  A tempting, tantalizing what if beckoning to her. She knew Purson was all talk and harmless play.

  This…

  This threatened to suck her into their orbit and hold her there.

  “So, do you think you’d let this guy put his hands on you?” Tris playfully asked at one point, making her face heat yet again as her clit throbbed.

  “Anytime he wants to,” she said before she could yank the words back and stomp on them.

  Through her viewfinder, Kyle’s smoldering gaze met hers and she had to take the picture. A sexy smile quirked his lips. “I’m looking forward to it,” he said before continuing with the tie.

  “Ooooh, it just got hot in here,” Tristan said.

  “Stop teasing her, or I’ll tie a crotch rope on you and give you a wedgie.”

  “You tie a crotch rope on me right now,” Tris shot back, “and you’ll give me an orgasm.”

  Her throat dried up as she realized…oh, hell yeah.

  He’d been more than adequate before, but apparently he was a grower and a shower.

  “Glad I have fresh batteries,” she mumbled.

  Tristan grinned. “Hey, anytime you want help with that, let us know.”

  Kyle smacked him upside the back of his head, and Tris turned to glare at him. “Uh, ow.”

  “You’re gonna scare her off.”

  “No, that’s not the effect you guys are having on me.” She lowered her camera. “You want me to be honest?”

  The men both looked at her. “Yes,” they chorused.

  Well, here goes.

  “You’ve got me hornier than hell right now.”

  If Kyle’s gaze burned any hotter, she was going to spontaneously combust from it. “I know you just met us, but if you’re ever interested in doing more than play with us, we’re interested.”

  She licked her lips. “So you’re both bi?”

  Unison again. “Yep.”

  Oh, fuuuuuuck me.

  “And we’re not involved with any other women,” Tris added. “Gonna put that out there. If you ever decide you might like to explore something with us, we wouldn’t be with any other women either.”

  “Or men,” Kyle added.

  She wasn’t sure she didn’t let a soft whine loose, because Tristan’s smile widened.

  “We can discuss that in a couple of weeks though,” he said. “Play with us a few times first, make sure you don’t grow to hate us.”

  * * * *

  Kyle should have known Tris would flirt with Jess. Not that he minded Tris flirting with her, he just didn’t want her scared off.

  In fact, it was kind of hot watching Tris flirt with her.

  He reached down and adjusted his aching cock, not even caring now if she saw him do it. They were beyond the point of pretending there wasn’t some damn steamy heat building between the three of them.

  “Or feel free to tell us to back off,” Kyle said. “You won’t offend us, seriously. Don’t ever be afraid to tell us to tone it down, or stop, or whatever. We’d rather you be honest with us than us worry we pushed you too far because you were worried about hurting our feelings.”

  “We’re not fwagile widdle snowfwakes,” Tris said, cracking her up.

  Kyle loved the sound of her laughter.

  “Look, guys,” she said. “I haven’t been laid in over a year. You push me too hard, you’re liable to have trouble peeling me off of you. I already talked to Kel and to Cali about you. Mark and Ted signed off on you. Unless you give me a reason to think I can’t trust you, I do. If you mean it, then yes, I’m interested. Let’s play together a few times, then we can…up the ante.” Her voice hitched. “But it won’t hurt my feelings if you get a look at me without clothes and decide never mind.”

  “Whoa.” Kyle dropped the rope in his hand and scooted around Tris so he was sitting in front of Jess. “For starters, we both think you’re gorgeous. I don’t know where that came from, but if you want to talk play, here we go. One of our rules is you aren’t allowed to put yourself down—especially your body—in front of us.”

  He pointed at his crotch. “Feel free to cop a feel of that. And Tris isn’t hard just because I’m tying him—we’re both sort of worked up knowing you’re playing along. Both of us have played, plenty of times, and not had this kind of reaction with the bottom.”

  “My ex said he liked me the way I was, then cheated on me and left me for a tiny, skinny woman who’d take about three of her to make one of me, younger and flexible.”

  “Then he’s a fucking idiot,” Tris said, sounding angry on her behalf, no hint of playfulness in his voice now. “Because if we had a collar on you? We’d be moving heaven and hell to keep you fucking happy and content and never wanting to leave.”

  * * * *

  Oh…hell.

  Tris hadn’t meant to go there, but now that they were, he was going to go all up in there, and deep.

  And hard.

  Because he was fucking hard.

  Her eyes widened a little, but she didn’t pull away.

  He sat up a little straighter, even with his arms tied behind him. “Here’s the deal—we want to play with you. We’d love to get to a point where you might want to sleep with us. If you give me half an indication you’d be okay with us collaring you as our submissive for exclusive play and sex and a relationship? I’ll have one around your neck so fast it’ll make your head spin.”

  “But you don’t collar people,” Kyle said.

  He glared at Kyle. “Fucking exactly my point.”

  Their gazes met for a long moment before Tris refocused on her and continued. “Again, feel free to tell us to go screw ourselves. Or tell us thanks, but no thanks, and we’ll back off with zero hard feelings, I swear. But if we’re going to be totally honest? Then you need to know we went home after the munch Sunday night and fucked each other’s brains out to hot fantasies of having you in the middle of us. Anything we can do to make that a reality? Yeah, we’re there. You say the word.”

  He watched her throat work as she swallowed. When she finally spoke, she sounded stunned. “Really?”

  “Yeah, really,” Kyle said.

  They waited for her to make the next move. It took her a long, painful moment before she finally spoke.

  “Yeah,” she softly said. “If you mean it…yeah. Let’s…let’s take a couple of weeks to get to know each other. I want to play with you guys, too. As long as it’s just me. Maybe at some point I’ll okay you playing with others, but it’s a hard and bad trigger for me right now. My ex lied t
o me and used that excuse for his cheating.”

  “No problem,” Tris said. “As long as you don’t mind the two of us doing our thing with each other.”

  She shook her head. “It’s really hot watching you two together.”

  Kyle leaned in and kissed Tris, long and hard.

  At least that wasn’t against the club rules.

  Then Kyle turned to her with a game on smile Tris knew all too well. “Then I guess you understand that goes both ways, right? You don’t play with anyone but us until we all sort this out between us.”

  She nodded.

  Tris wished he wasn’t tied up. He watched Kyle lean in close to her, not quite kissing distance, but he could see from the way she leaned in a little and how her breath was coming faster that she wanted it to be.

  “I’m going to take him home later,” Kyle said in that sexy purr of his, “and fuck his brains out. That’s after he bends me over the bed and fucks me.”

  “Nah,” Tris said. “I’m going to put you on your knees and fuck your mouth, because I won’t be able to wait long enough to get you into the bedroom.”

  Her lips parted and he definitely heard an adorable little squeak slip from her kissable mouth.

  “I swallow, too,” Kyle said, holding his position. “Because he swallows. Did you know he and I only got together a few weeks ago? I’d never been with a guy before him. Lived with him for five years, friends even longer, and it took me that long to realize how goddamned sexy he was, and that we were perfect together. I also learn from my mistakes. I’m not going to be afraid anymore. That’s why we’re able to put it all out there for you from the start.”

  She eagerly nodded and then leaned in and kissed him.

  Tris noticed Kyle didn’t reach for her, didn’t move to hold her in place, letting her set the pace and tone.

  He also felt his cock throbbing and knew he’d have a wet spot on his shorts by the time they finished.

  When she finally sat back, with her eyes slightly widened, she finally met Tristan’s gaze.

  He winked at her and licked his lips.

  She leaned in and kissed him, too, and she tasted of mint lip balm and need and sweet, sexy desire.