Three Ways to Wicked (17 page)

She gave the obstacle course another dubious glance. “Are you sure you know how paintball works? Because your versions don’t sound remotely right.”

Keeping to their obnoxiously tormenting
we’re-not-spilling-the-beans-’til-we’re-good-and-ready
motto, they escorted her into the large, nondescript gray brick building at the opposite end of the lot. While she sighed in contentment over the blessed coolness of the air-conditioned space, Gibb strode to the camo-garbed redhead manning the front counter.

The girl cracked her bubble gum and divided an inquisitive look between the three of them. “Can I help you?”

“We’re booked for a private party package in the Black Room.” Gibb dug his wallet from his pocket. “It’s under Masters.”

Her colorfully shadowed eyes widening a few fractions, the employee gave them another double take. An instant later, a suspiciously sly smile tipped the corner of her mouth. “Room rental comes with your choice of three paint colors. If you want more, it’s an extra eight bucks a piece.”

“I think we’re good with three,” Gibb said, his tone the driest in existence.

The girl’s lips twitched. “Yeah, kinda figured.” She nodded toward the farthest aisle. “Black Room is first door all the way at the end of row ten. Everything is already set up. Just make sure you lock the door behind you. Doubt you want any ill-timed interruptions.”

A grunt his only reply, Gibb accepted the key from the girl before leading the way toward the enigmatic Black Room. Her anticipation at an all-time high, Kayla waited for him to swing the metal door open. She and Ty piled in after Gibb, and she inspected her surroundings, a little disappointed that the space held nothing more exotic than black walls and a plastic-sheeted dais. Okay, that last part was certainly intriguing, but damn if she knew its purpose. She pinned her scrutiny on Gibb. “All right.
Now
can you tell me what’s going on?”

“Finn mentioned this place awhile back. Ty and I figured it might give you inspiration for that artist hero you were telling us about.”

She transferred her attention to the containers of neon-hued paints sitting near the platform. “We’re going to paint?” Not exactly what she’d been expecting. She frowned up at Gibb. “But I don’t see a canvas.”

Ty chuckled. “You’re looking at it.”

It took a moment to catch his meaning. “We’re painting
Gibb
?”

“Not just me. All of us.” Gibb rubbed his jaw, his expression turning sheepish. “We thought it’d be fun and sexy, but if it sounds too weird to you, we can skip it and do something else.”

Her heart filled with a warm, sweet glow that threatened to make her cry like a sappy fool. They’d planned this erotic adventure for her. There was no way in hell she’d ever think that was anything less than wonderful. “No, I absolutely love this idea.”
Almost as much as I love you both.
The words stayed trapped within the boundary of her mind. Much as she longed to voice how she felt about them, the fear of rejection remained a tangible blockade. The heartache she’d experienced with Jeremy’s betrayal would be nothing compared to the devastation of Ty and Gibb not returning her love.

All these years she’d tried to convince herself it was only an unrequited crush that constantly kept them forefront in her thoughts. But these last several days had cemented the truth she’d always secretly known. Every hero she’d ever penned was a reflection of them. The two loves of her life that no other could hope to measure up to. They brought her joy and laughter. Awakened her heart, body and soul. Made her be the woman she was happiest being.

She couldn’t imagine not waking up every day in their arms, just content in knowing her world was a wonderful place because they resided within it.

But that’s precisely what she had to look forward to after this week. Endless days without Ty and Gibb.

Throat tight with emotion, she settled her purse on the floor and went to inspect the paints. Dropping onto her haunches, she unscrewed the cap of the closest jar and eyed its bright blue contents. “Ooh, I get to make you guys into Smurfs!”

Ty groaned. “You didn’t just say that.”

“Okay, how about that dude from
Avatar
?”

“Better.”

Before she could tease Ty any further, Gibb shut off the lights, sealing them in an expansive dark wonderland backdropped by a glowing neon rainforest. Her delighted gasp sneaking loose, she lifted to her feet and gaped at the intricate pattern of foliage decorating the opposite wall. The effect was so realistic she swore the fern fronds would rustle beneath her fingertips. “Finn painted this, didn’t he? It has his touch written all over it.”

Hands slid around her tummy, distracting her from the jaguar peeking at her from a tangle of vines. Gibb’s bristly jaw rubbed along her ear. “Yeah. Something, isn’t it?”

She rested her head against his shoulder, the lazy swirl of his fingers over her rib cage provoking a colony of goose bumps across her skin. “This has been the most amazing week of my life.”

“Mine too,” Gibb whispered.

Ty stepped in front of them, the luminous glow of his white T-shirt the only part of him clearly visible in the darkness. “Me three.” His lips sought hers, the sinful glide of his tongue springing a groan from her. While Ty’s hands trailed over her breasts, the firm, enticing bulge of Gibb’s erection pressed into her backside. A delicious melting sensation turned her bones to jelly. It was insane how easily her body responded to Ty and Gibb. All they had to do was breathe, and she instantly got wet and aroused beyond reason.

Apparently tuning into her thoughts, Gibb slipped his fingers to the button on her shorts and worked it and the zipper free. She swiveled her hips, assisting him as he shimmied the garment from her legs while Ty divested her of her tank top. A moment later Gibb dropped to his knees behind her and peeled her panties down. His warm breath a maddening feather caress along her quivering flesh, he traced the hill of her buttocks with the pads of his fingers. Every molecule of her being was ensnared within his and Ty’s spell. They were the soul focus in this lush, consuming darkness where her senses ran wild.

The wet rasp of Gibb’s tongue traversed her flushed skin. Kneading both butt cheeks in his big hands, he ducked his head and licked her pussy with teasing laps before coasting his mouth upward. With absolutely no warning on his part, his tongue swirled over the last place she’d expected it to go. She wobbled, her shuddered breath gusting into Ty’s mouth. “
Oh God.
”

Ty’s husky laugh only added to the naughty, exquisite sensations purling through her. “Whatever Gibb’s doin’ must be hella good.”

“You have
no
idea.” She shivered as Gibb’s wicked tongue picked up its pace. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

Gibb’s fingers drifted between her legs and slicked through her wetness. “Kind of the whole idea.” He taunted her aching clit with a slow figure eight that made her knees tremble.

She clung to Ty’s broad shoulders to keep from buckling to the floor. Rather than taking pity on her plight, the devious conspirator bent to take one of her nipples in his mouth. Curling his tongue, he effortlessly worked the nub into a pebbled peak before moving on to her stomach and rimming her belly button. One long, sliding kiss southbound and his tongue replaced Gibb’s fingers on her clit. Their mouths working in perfect syncopation on opposite ends of her, they whipped her into a frenzy of ecstasy, until she was freefalling into an endless spiral of climax. Whimpering for mercy, she wobbled in their arms.

Finally granting her a blessed reprieve, they released her and hurriedly stripped. For several excruciating moments the only sounds in the room were their harsh, labored breaths, the frantic rustle of fabric and the unmistakable crinkle of foil ripping. Just when she thought she was going to pass out from the expectation, Gibb twined his fingers with hers and led the way up onto the padded dais. The smooth, slick surface of the plastic sheeting felt both odd and strangely arousing as she situated herself between Gibb and Ty. Every tactile sensation was magnified to the extreme in this neon-lit twilight.

Recalling the jar of opened paint, she stretched sideways and dipped two fingers in the fluorescent liquid before studying the dim outline of Gibb’s sculpted pec. “Hm, I’m thinking you really need a tattoo of a dolphin right there. Or,
ooh
, maybe a shark.”

Gibb chuckled. “Jaws sounds way more badass than Flipper. Just sayin’.”

Humming the opening bars to the
Jaws
theme song, she crawled onto Gibb’s lap and made herself comfortable. Utilizing just the tip of her index finger, she began outlining the shark. Lost in her task, she didn’t immediately react when Ty lifted her slightly and positioned her over Gibb’s straining shaft. But the moment she lowered onto that hot, silk-and-steel length of pulsing flesh, all other diversions instantly fled for the hills.

A shaky whimper slipping from her, she instinctively undulated her hips, taking Gibb deeper. He rewarded her efforts with a ragged groan and a slow thrust that drew her pleasure to a strained thread of tension. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, smearing her painstakingly crafted shark into an indistinct blue blob.

Ty’s lips tickled along the side of her neck. “Aw, darlin’. Hate to say this, but you’d really suck at
Pictionary
.”

His observation was so typically Ty, she couldn’t rein in her gasping laugh. Her fit of giggles morphed into a wanton moan as he aligned his cock with Gibb’s and eased inside her overstuffed channel. His lips flirting with her earlobe, he handed her the jar of lime-green paint. “Let’s see how well you do with two cocks distracting ya.”

“I’m so going to fail at this.” Sighing, she uncapped the jar and swirled a fingertip through the paint. This time Gibb and Ty joined in on the finger-painting fun, branding each other with such dubious noble titles as
King Cock Sucker
and
Long Dong Kong
. She rolled her eyes. “I hope to God this stuff doesn’t wash off easily and you’re stuck with those for the next month.”

Ty snorted. “If that’s the case, you’re going down with us.” Employing a blind dexterity that was pretty damn impressive, he wrote his name on her left breast and Gibb’s on the right. Next he sketched the word
ours
on her mound with an arrow pointing to her pussy. She knew he was only being playful and silly, but the gesture filled her with a bittersweet joy.

She
was
theirs. Heart, body and soul. Even if she never declared it out loud to them, there was no denying the truth of it.

Reaching behind her to stroke Ty’s nape while she clutched Gibb’s shoulder, she swiveled her hips and squeezed her inner muscles, earning appreciative groans from them both.

“Fuck, I love it when you do that.” Ty nuzzled her neck, his breath hot and ragged. “Makes me want to come inside you like you wouldn’t believe.”

His admission provoked a sizzling flush over her skin and beaded her nipples. That last response became known to Gibb as his fingers discovered the peaked tips of her breasts. His maddening caress lingered, gently plucking her nipples until she was straining and gasping for mercy. She tucked her hands over his, but he surprised her by lifting her arms and securing them around Ty’s neck. “Don’t let her move from that spot.”

The firm command in Gibb’s voice brought delicious flutters to her stomach, and her pussy clenched. “W-what are you going to do?”

“Testing the theory of whether or not you can come just from having your nipples played with.”

“I can’t.”

Gibb’s mouth brushed her ear. “Want to make a wager on that?”

His suggestion was unexpected, ridiculous and utterly sexy when voiced in that husky whiskey baritone of his, and she couldn’t help succumbing to its allure. She licked her lips. “Okay. What do I get when I win?”

“The most amazing orgasm of your life while you’re coming all over our cocks.”

She bit back a moan at the enticing image he’d implanted in her brain. “Sounds doable so far. What do you get if I lose?”

“You, having the most amazing orgasm of your life while you’re coming all over our cocks.”

She grinned. “That sounds suspiciously familiar.”

“It’s a win-win for everyone. You game?”

“Hm, let me think about this for a second. All right, go for it.”

Gibb chuffed. “That wasn’t a second.”

“Did you honestly think I needed that long?”

“Sassy. Just for that I’m forbidding you from moving at all. You’ll have to sit like a good girl and take everything I do to you without the slightest squirm on your end.” After directing Ty to restrain her hips with his hands, Gibb returned his fingers to her breasts. He started with delicate strokes over her areolas and worked his way ever closer to the throbbing centers of her nipples. By the time his thumbs and forefingers tightened around the swollen nubs, she was straining against Ty’s unrelenting hold. It was the most exciting, sweet torment. One that she held no prayer of surviving once Ty got his dirty mouth in on the act.

“You’re so wet, I can feel you drenching me all the way down to my balls, baby. You’re dyin’ to come, aren’t you?”

“You are rat-bastard cheaters.”

Gibb chuckled. “There was no rule about him not talking. Or me doing this.” His grip constricted another fraction on her nipples, until every nerve receptor in her body buzzed in blissful awareness. Each tug and rasp of his calloused fingertips sent a corresponding beat through her clit, warning of imminent detonation. Her head fell back against Ty’s collarbone, her muscles tensed and quivering, the breath refusing to escape her lungs.