Sunset Tryst (4 page)

“Oh hell
yeah
.” Evan’s words came out on a growl. He
pressed his finger harder against her clit, but it was the sudden pressure of
his opposite thumb at her anus that shocked the hell out of her. He massaged
and pressed, massaged and pressed. The sweet sting when he finally worked the
tip inside, along with the attention he was giving her engorged clit, was
almost more than she could stand. She reared up and back, releasing Garrett’s
cock with a wet pop as a ragged cry tore from her throat.

A need unlike any other ripped through her. She was being
fucked hard, but it wasn’t enough. Hell, she didn’t know if she’d ever get
enough.

Garrett sat up, yanking his pants the rest of the way off
before reaching for his own condom and covering himself in a heartbeat. He
pulled her to him and when Evan let her go, she actually whimpered.

“No, please no.” She thrust back toward Evan, absolutely
certain she would go insane if he stopped touching her, fingering her, fucking
her, even for only a moment.

“Shh, hold on. Easy, love.”

She knew Garrett meant to soothe her, but she was beyond any
sort of calm niceties. A whirlwind of want stormed through her and she thought
nothing would allay the desire clawing at her, not until Garrett spun her,
situated her legs on either side of his and nudged his cock where Evan’s thumb
had been just seconds before.

Her heart stuttered in her chest. She’d never been taken
anally before, not by anything more than a finger or a slim dildo used in the
privacy of her own bedroom. But this… This was so much more. As much as she
wanted it, she didn’t know if she could handle it.

“I can’t…” she started.

Evan knelt between her legs and met her gaze. He dipped one
finger inside her before adding another, only to spread the moisture he
gathered there further back. She and Garrett groaned together as Evan coated
them both with her slippery juices. Garrett’s thighs tightened beneath hers as
he dug his fingertips into the flesh at her sides, and for an instant she
wondered if he knew which one of them was touching him.

“Yes you can,” Evan said. “You can do this and you’re going
to love it.”

Garrett raised his hips just a little, but enough that the
head of his cock slid past the tight ring of her ass as Evan held her still.
Her yelp from the twisted pleasure morphed into a throaty moan when Evan took
her nipple between his lips, then scraped his teeth over the pebbled bud before
sucking it fully into his mouth. His fingers returned to her pussy, two wide,
pressing deep and fast in perfect counter to the thrusts and retreats as Garrett
worked his cock in deeper.

He was in her to the hilt now, and she could barely catch
her breath. These two men stole it, ripped it from her lungs while her control
spiraled away along with it. Dizziness crept further into her brain and a fine
sheen of perspiration glistened between her breasts. But nothing could prepare
her or her wavering sanity for Evan, licking down the valley between them, or
moving lower, past her bellybutton and over her trimmed mound to slide his
tongue between the lips of her swollen labia.

Garrett’s cock in her ass. Evan’s fingers torturing her
pussy, and now his tongue unleashed on her clit. She was going to die from
pleasure, just as sure as anything. But not until she came, please God, give
her at least until she came.

Which at this pace was going to be any second, a fact that Evan
must’ve caught on to. With his free hand he unrolled the condom from his cock,
laid it aside and pumped himself in time with the fingers that were three
knuckles deep inside her. And he curved those just right, rasping over her
G-spot again and again, and then once more until she couldn’t hold back any
longer.

She dropped her chin to her chest and briefly squeezed her
eyes against the pleasure assaulting her. A husky, steady groan started low in
her chest, only to evolve into an erratic moan the higher it rose. Electricity
raged through her—from her fingernails piercing Garrett’s thighs all the way
down to the tips of her toes barely skimming the short-napped hotel carpeting.
Heat blossomed from her clit and seeped into the depths of her pussy to wrap
around the thick cock in her ass.

Each new spasm was more fierce than the last and she was
helpless to do anything other than go with it. Her nerve endings were screaming
out. Her thighs were cramping. She was so far gone that nothing would ever
bring her back.

Until Evan kissed her.

His thumb replaced his lips on her clit, and he continued to
stroke himself, but it was as if he focused all his attention on her mouth.
Their tongues glided together, their lips nibbled each other’s between
identical fitful breaths. And when Garrett sat up to devour the side of her
neck from behind her, she traded her death grip on his legs to bury her fingers
in each man’s hair to hold them closer.

She didn’t want to stop moving, didn’t want the pleasure to
end. She rocked harder against Garrett and let go of Evan to reach between his
legs to take over for him. She fisted her hand around his dick while he
pistoned his hips even quicker.

“Squeeze him, Riley. Harder.”

Garrett’s rough command at her shoulder shot straight to the
anal muscles wrapped around his cock as well as her hand surrounding Evan’s.
She gripped tighter. Fucked faster. And she groaned right along with them when
they surprised her by coming together.

Evan broke from her lips to suck in a lungful of air as a
layer of hot semen coated the back of her hand and wrist. He looked so
beautiful with his head tossed to the side and a tiny drop of sweat running in
a rivulet down his hairline. Strong and so damn virile. The deep lines where he
drew his brows together beckoned her to reach out to smooth them, but she
didn’t. She couldn’t.

He straightened his head a moment later, withdrew his
fingers from inside her and flattened them against her tender flesh. He held
her there with a gentle touch as his fiery gaze penetrated her deeply. She
swallowed back the flutters creeping up in her stomach and instead concentrated
on the blue ice glinting in his eyes.

She started a bit when Garrett muttered, “Riley, baby,” in
her ear a second before he flexed his fingers around the swell of her belly. He
nudged her chin toward his lips and she eased away from Evan’s stare, not quite
reluctantly, but not so eager either. She was afraid of what she might find in Garrett’s
eyes, and even more terrified of what she might see reflected back.

But all she saw was sated pleasure, along with a deep
caring. He stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers and whispered, “You
okay?”

Her simple nod was a lie. She wasn’t okay. She doubted she’d
ever be okay again.

If he sensed her fib, he hid it well. All he did was smile
with a destructive lift to his lips and lean in closer. His kiss was slow,
torturous and said more than any words ever could.

When he released her, she closed her eyes again and soaked
in the spicy scent of sex still circling them, the sounds of heavy breaths
attempting to be controlled and the warmth from being cocooned by two scorching
male bodies. In her heart she knew she could easily become addicted to this, to
them. Evan had been right. She could do it and, Lord help her, she loved every
minute of it.

A hotel bathroom was a pretty lousy place to run away to and
hide. But in a panic, Riley’s choices were limited. So here she sat, on the
edge of the bathtub, with her forearms balanced on her thighs, wringing her
hands between her knees.

Freaking. The. Hell. Out.

She’d always considered herself a somewhat detached person.
At the end of her first year in middle school, her parents had divorced. That
entire summer she hadn’t shed one single tear, even as her mother fell to
pieces around her and her baby sister. It wasn’t as if she could afford the
luxury of falling apart. As the oldest child, it was her job to be the strong
one and hold together what little was left of her dwindling family.

Those tedious school years rolled on by in what she wished she
could call the blink of an eye. She studied hard, despite being distracted by a
few boyfriends and more than one shitty breakup along the way. She quickly
learned to take each failed relationship in stride, due to the fact that her
mother had taught her early on how easily men came and went. She and her
sister, Char, had had more than one “uncle” while they were in high school, and
they’d had even more during their college years, so it was a lesson she
couldn’t readily forget. Seeing her mom lose herself to any man who would give
her a sliver more than the time of day, only to end up dying sick and alone,
well, that had hardened Riley. She swore she wouldn’t end up like her mother.
She’d never give her soul to a man just to watch him walk away when the going
got tough. No way in hell.

She learned pretty damn fast to trust herself, and only
herself. She wouldn’t give her heart away to some random guy who excelled at
pouring on misguided charm or to someone who thought he was God’s gift to women
because he could flash a perfect, toothy smile. She loaned her body out on
occasion, yes, but never her heart. That was hers. Her strength, her resolve.
And she’d lived that way for years. Until she met the one man her heart, soul
and resolve couldn’t seem to resist.

Until she met…

A soft knock at the door had her pulse quickening. She stood
as the doorknob turned without her saying “Come in.” She clutched the hotel
bathrobe tighter and ran a quick hand under her eyes and down her cheeks.

Garrett had put his pants back on, but his chest and neck
still looked flushed as he stepped inside the tiny room and closed the door
behind him. He shoved his hands in the back pockets of his pants and cocked his
head to study her. She hugged herself harder and met his stare.

“You’re not okay.”

She shook her head and clenched her jaw. She wasn’t about to
lose it now.

He took a single step closer and she stiffened.

“Jesus, Riley, don’t close me out,” he said and pulled his
hands from his pockets to grip her upper arms.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like that,” she whispered.

“Like what?”

She spun out of his hold and faced the mirror. “You told me
it’d be fun. Hot.”

“It wasn’t?”

She couldn’t answer that. Because it was. But at the same
time it was so much more.

She turned the faucet on to run cool and rested her head on her
forearm as she held her wrists under the spray. Garrett met her silence with a
weary sigh.

“We talked about this. You told me he was the one you
wanted. The one you wanted to be with us.”

Yes, she had. In his arms, out on the dance floor. “I know.”

“But?”

She slapped the faucet to shut it off and grabbed a towel.
The sterile cotton scratched as she dried her hands and she rubbed even harder,
almost craving the irritation.

“Riley, damn it. Just talk to me.”

She tossed the towel in the sink a little too roughly and
plopped down on the closed toilet lid. Garrett didn’t hesitate to squat in
front of her. The compassionate yet questioning look in his eyes made her
insides spin like an out-of-control top.

“I made a promise to you, five years ago. To love and to
cherish,” she started. “To love you and to trust you.”

“And I made the same promise to you. That’s not changed.”

“Hasn’t it? Hasn’t tonight changed everything?”

He stopped for a moment and just stared. “It’s changed for
you.” His words weren’t formed in a question.

Not once, since the first time she met him more than six
years ago, had she ever lied to her husband, and she sure as hell wasn’t about
to start now. “It wasn’t supposed to be like that,” she said again. It was all
she
could
say. It was all she could focus on.

He cupped her cheeks and forced her to look into his eyes.
“Ah, baby. You liked it. You were supposed to. That’s why we—”

She shook her head and wouldn’t let him finish his sentence.
“No, no. It’s more than that. He… Evan…”

“Evan what?”

“I just… The way he looked at me and…and the way he touched
me. I just…”

She was rambling like an incoherent, panicked fool. But Garrett…
Garrett was always the cool one under pressure. “Easy, now. Take it easy.
You’re going to hyperventilate if you keep this up.”

Maybe she should. Maybe she should just let the dizziness
take over and knock her out. Then she could deal with all this insanity running
through her head much, much later.

“Listen,” he said, stroking his thumbs across her cheeks.
“Don’t overanalyze this, okay? You—we—we just tried something totally new. It’s
got you off-kilter, is all.”

She was shaking her head again before he stopped speaking.
“I’m not just off-kilter, Garrett.”

“Then what is it?”

Tears burned her eyes. “There was a connection to him. To
Evan. A connection I’ve never felt with anyone besides you.”

She pushed her fist against the ache growing deep inside her
chest and stared at Garrett. She waited for him to say something. She waited
for him to lash out at her or for a hurt expression to appear on his handsome
face. But neither of those things happened. Instead, his touch grew more tender
as his gaze softened even more.

“And that’s caught you off guard.”

Again, there was no question to his voice. When she simply nodded
her response, he smiled. The reaction was one she should’ve expected, but
didn’t.

“And you’re worried I’m going to turn into some kind of
jealous lunatic?”

She’d never seen him act like a lunatic before and she knew
he wouldn’t act like one now. “No. But I don’t want to hurt you. Saying
something like that—”

“I’m not hurt, Riley.” He dropped his hands to where hers
were clenched in her lap and held them. “Do you remember what I told you when
we met, about life taking us where we’re supposed to go? About the people we
meet being brought into our lives for a reason?”

Yes, she remembered that. At the time, she thought maybe he
was some kind of peace, love and harmony hippie even though he looked as if he
could’ve walked straight off the pages of
GQ
Magazine. She quickly came
to find out that was just who Garrett was. He wasn’t anywhere near being a
tree-hugging pushover, yet he was still the most open and accepting person
she’d ever met.

“So you think Evan’s meant to be here, with us?”

The edge of his lip quirked. “I don’t really know. What I do
know is this…” He went to his knees in front of her and made room for himself
in between her thighs. “If you felt something, I’m not about to discount it.
For the last six years, my life has been about making you happy. You know
that.”

She absolutely knew that. He’d never hesitated to give her
everything he possibly could. Everything that was in his power to give her.

It had been Garrett who planted the seed for trying out a
ménage in the first place. While snuggling in front of their fireplace one
night months ago, their conversation had somehow turned toward the discussion
of alternative lifestyles. Polyamorous relationships had been brought up, and
she didn’t try to hide her interest—or the sensual thrill just talking about it
had given her.

Even so, they hadn’t actively sought out another person to
join them. Months had gone by since their conversation and neither of them had
brought it back up.

The night she’d arrived at this resort for the convention
and she’d stopped in the bar for a nightcap had quickly changed all that.

Garrett wasn’t due to arrive until today to give his drug
company’s spiel, but she’d called him late that first night and had teased him
that maybe she’d found
the one
. It wasn’t until she’d gotten a feel for
the two men together that her decision had been solidified. A decision she
didn’t regret for a moment, but still…

“I always saw that in you, you know,” he said.

“Saw what?”

“How big your heart is.”

She tossed him a look that said she thought he might be
nuts. “Really…”

He just chuckled. “You’ve got room in there, Riley. Room
enough for two. That you might want to fill it by loving someone else along
with me doesn’t surprise me in the least. And I think that trying it out, that
seeing how the three of us might fit together, could be hotter than hell. I’m
in, if that’s what you want.”

Floored. She was completely floored.

Having a one-night ménage to scratch an itch was one thing.
Changing their lives together was entirely another. Yet she couldn’t seem to
let go of that bond she’d shared with Evan, that instant draw, that deep-seated
craving to find out everything about him, that had her heart fluttering even
now. She wanted more of that.

She wanted more of Evan.

And if she could have him
and
Garrett? Oh hell…

This was crazy. The idea was absolutely insane. What if Evan
wanted nothing to do with them after tonight? What if this was just a one-time
thing for him? What if he—

“You’re doing it again,” Garrett said, slamming the door on
her wayward thoughts. “You’re ten leaps ahead of the rest of us, already
figuring out why this
won’t
work. Reel it back in, babe. Let’s just take
this one step at a time.”

The set of her shoulders softened some as she gripped his
hands in her lap tighter. “What about what you want?”

“Seeing you happy
is
what I want. Love isn’t meant to
stay in our hearts. It really isn’t love until you give it away, anyway. We can
do that, you and I. We can give everything in our hearts to each other and
we’ll still have so much left over to share. Why shouldn’t we let someone else
in on that?”

Why shouldn’t they, indeed?

“You amaze me.” That was no lie. She’d never known another
person quite like Garrett Watson. He was so honest, so giving, yet so
hunky-alpha-dark-and-droolworthy-sexy that all the air whooshed straight out of
her lungs whenever she found herself near him. The feeling never failed to
leave her achy and breathless all at the same time.

She loved it. She loved him.

He simply smiled and reared back on his heels to stand. “Come
back out there with me.”

She took a moment to steel her nerves and nodded, letting
him pull her to her feet. He kissed her when she got there, so slowly and
mesmerizingly dreamy. She fell into him, counting on his strength and stability
to hold her up.

He ended the kiss by teasing her lips with gentle nibbles.
“Come on, let’s go.”

He slipped his fingers through hers and led her out of the
bathroom. With her other hand, she clutched at the collar of the robe, tugging
both sides in her tight fist to hold them together at her throat—which struck
her as ridiculous and unnecessary the moment she did it.

Evan had put his pants back on as well and was sitting on
the bed with his back flat against the headboard and his ankles crossed out in
front of him. The to-go box of appetizers sat open on his lap and he held a
half-eaten chicken wing between his goopy orange fingers. “Everything okay?”

Garrett stood at the side of the bed and grabbed a wing of
his own, looking to her for the answer. She crawled onto the bed next to Evan
and peered into the box. Suddenly she was starving. “It is. I just needed a few
minutes, that’s all.”

When Evan stuck his wing-gooey thumb into his mouth and
sucked it clean, her mouth watered as if she was the one sampling the spicy
buffalo sauce. Or his hot thumb. Either one.

Ho boy…

She popped a fried mushroom into her mouth by way of
distraction as Evan reached for the second food container and handed it to her.
“Here. You worked up an appetite.”

He smiled as he said it and she knew she blushed like crazy
by the way he chuckled afterward. But that didn’t stop her from tearing into
the container, dipping a big, fat shrimp into the accompanying cocktail sauce
and devouring the sucker in one bite.

“So what’s the story here?”Evan asked. “With you two?”

Garrett plunked down onto the foot of the bed before tossing
his spent chicken bones into the lid of the box and grabbing another. He dunked
it into the blue cheese dressing and leaned on his side, propping himself up on
one elbow. “No story. We’re both here for the convention and—”

“And you thought you’d spice up the trip by having a
threesome?” Evan finished for Garrett.

Riley stopped spinning her second shrimp in the cocktail
sauce and held her breath, but Garrett just bit into his chicken wing and
smiled. “Something like that.”

“And you two are together?”

He tossed the second wing next to the first. “Married five
years.”

Evan eyed her sideways and her heart stopped. It only
started beating again—pounding, really—when he looked to her lips before
licking his own. “Where are you guys from?”

“Chicago,” she answered, nibbling on the end of the shrimp.

“Never been there,” he said. In the next breath, he leaned
over to swipe at a dribble of sauce that had trickled down her chin. When he
held his thumb out for her to lick, she wanted to groan. There was a leftover
hint of buffalo sauce on his skin, but she couldn’t blame the spiciness for the
sudden wave of heat sweeping through her.