Truth or Dare: Party Games, Book 2 (9 page)

“Is this going to be like the feeding thing?” she murmured.

“Yep.” Grant reached for the shampoo. “Let us take care of you.”

“This is bizarre, you know that, right?” Being washed by someone else might be out of the ordinary, but Miki didn’t want to make them stop. It felt way too good having those soapy hands on her body and in her hair.

“No more bizarre than finally getting you where I want you,” Dayne said.

“Oh? And where’s that?”

“Between us.” He nodded at Grant behind her. “Naked.” His sexy grin said it all. The man loved every second of having her between them.

Miki let out a sigh as Dayne’s slick hands roamed down her chest and Grant massaged the shampoo into her scalp. “God. You’re so good at this. Had much practice?”

Grant chuckled. “Only on myself.”

“You’re the first,” Dayne added.

Her insides warmed and if she’d been born over a hundred years ago their words would have made her swoon. As it was she was close to pooling at their feet under their sublime ministrations. Dayne’s hands were on her breasts. Circling around and around until he reached her taut nipples. His fingertips captured the hard buds and rolled them, the suds making them pop free of his hold when he squeezed too tight. A moan slipped from her throat and Miki arched, seeking more of his touch.

“You like that?” Dayne asked as he repeated the erotic caress.

“Yes.” The word ended in a moan.

“I know something you’ll like better.” She could hear the smile in his voice.

His hands travelled lower, over her ribs, across her stomach. Fingers strummed and kneaded. Hands gripped and cupped. Dayne explored every inch of her torso, his soapy hands losing some of their slickness as the water washed away the suds. Grant continued to weave his magic fingers through her hair, his short nails grazing her scalp and sending shivers down her spine. He tilted her head back farther and directed the shower over her to rinse away the suds.

Miki’s eyelids fluttered closed as she fell into the sensations their actions created. She’d never felt more cared for. The gentle strokes and hard press of fingers and hands soothed, aroused, enthralled. Every glide of their flesh along hers produced a whirlwind of feelings, physical and emotional. For someone used to doing the nurturing, to have the tables turned, to be the receiver instead of the giver, was not only mind-blowing but devastating to the walls she’d built around herself.

Frankie was the closest person to her, but after just one night with these two men Miki knew they could be just as close, just as important. Her stomach clenched and her heart beat faster. She’d let a man be important to her once before and look what that had gotten her. Nothing but heartache, and she didn’t think she could go through that again. No, she’d have to harden her heart, toughen up those walls and hope they held.

Dayne’s hands moved between her legs and every serious thought in Miki’s mind evaporated. He pressed the bundle of nerves at the apex of her slit and her pussy clenched and her legs shook. Grant, finished with her hair, brought his hands around her waist and cupped her breasts in his palms. His fingers plucked at her nipples, pinched and tugged. With a moan, she arched her back and thrust her body against their questing hands.

Gently and easily, they drove her up. Grant played with her breasts until they felt swollen and heavy, and still he kept going. Dayne slid two fingers inside her, used his thumb to keep up the pressure on her clit while pushing his other hand between the cheeks of her arse. He probed her back entrance, circled the puckered opening before pressing into the dark depths. Her hips jolted as though she’d been struck with a livewire.

The orgasm flowed over her. Like falling rain, it trickled, unhindered along her nerve endings. She bowed into Dayne, crushed her chest to his, trapping Grant’s hands between them. Both men pressed against her, Grant’s cock riding the crease of her arse and Dayne’s grinding into her hip. Miki wanted them inside her. Wanted to feel their cocks pounding into her at the same time.

“Please.”

Dayne removed his hands from her pussy and dropped to his knees, pulling her down with him. She straddled his hips, spread her legs wide and impaled herself on his erection. Both of them groaned as she sank onto his length. Wrapping his arms around her back, he held her close and lay down on the tiles. Water fell around them, the warm spray blurring her vision and making their skin slide together. Grant moved in behind her and spread her cheeks with one hand while slathering something cold and slick on her anus with his fingers.

Grant eased a finger into her tight passage, worked it in and out before adding a second. Dayne remained still beneath her and Miki wanted to move more than she wanted to breathe except his hands on her hips stopped her. It seemed like hours but could only have been seconds, before Grant slid his fingers free and replaced them with his cock. He drove into her, long and slow, he forged his way in. Tissues already inflamed from her orgasm burst with renewed sensation and the wait became too much. She bucked as pleasure erupted.

Pinned by their bodies, Miki moved little. Dayne and Grant did all the work. From below, Dayne thrust up, plunging his cock in and out of her pussy. Behind her, Grant drove his length back and forth, his rhythm opposite to Dayne’s. Her knees rested on the hard tile, the ceramic digging into her skin. She didn’t care. All that mattered were the two men loving her with their bodies and the pleasure they sought in her. Miki rocked her pelvis, clenched her inner muscles and squeezed their flesh in a rolling motion that pulled groans from their chests.

Their pace increased and they pumped into her together. Surging forward and retreating in short, sharp strokes that shoved her up and over the edge. With a cry, she thrashed between them, her release milking them of theirs. In a rush, they came, calling her name and burying themselves balls deep in her grasping channels. Wrapped in their arms, Miki floated back to earth, their dual embrace bringing far more than physical pleasure.

Mikaila lay sandwiched on the tile floor by two men she thought she’d missed her chance with years ago. In less than twenty-four hours she’d lived out her ultimate fantasy and couldn’t regret a second of it. On the heels of that thought came another. She was falling for them. Far and fast. And no amount of internal lecturing on her part was going to save her.

Fuck!

She’d done him in. Dayne couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Had he ever come so hard before? Not in recent memory. He closed his eyes, dropped his head against the tile floor and tried to catch his breath. The weight pressing down on him shifted, he opened his eyes to see Grant pulling from Miki’s body and moving to the side. Their gazes connected, and in that split second they both realised the same thing. They hadn’t used protection.

His naked cock still lay deep inside her. The hot glove of Miki’s body gripped his softening length like wet silk. He had to say something. What, he hadn’t a clue, but sorry might be a start.

“Oh, God, Miki, I’m sorry.”

She mumbled into his chest, her lips brushed his nipple and he shuddered in reaction. He hadn’t caught the words, and when she pinched his stomach he jumped, yelping with the sharp sting.

“Hey!”

Miki raised her head, rested her chin on her hand and stared at him. “You did not just apologise for giving me a mind-blowing orgasm did you?”

“Ah, no.” How the hell was he going to say he’d screwed up as monumentally as he had? Sure, Grant had fucked up royally too, but it was his come that could get her pregnant, not his friend’s. “We forgot condoms.”

Her eyes widened. “Did we?” Miki stilled, her gaze going from Dayne to Grant and back again. “I’m okay. There’s no risk of disease or pregnancy from me.”

“I’m clean. Get tested every year with my physical and I’ve never had sex without a condom before,” Grant said.

“Same.” Dayne brushed her wet hair off her forehead. He wasn’t about to admit that twinge in his gut was disappointment that there wasn’t a chance she’d be carrying his child. “Are you sure there’s no risk?”

“I’m sure.” Miki laid her head back down and sighed. The sound held a wealth of emotions but Dayne couldn’t tell what they might be.

“The water’s going cold. Let’s finish cleaning up before we freeze.” Grant got to his feet and helped Miki up.

“Maybe you should leave then, because I was looking pretty clean before you two got started.” Miki’s laughter gurgled in the small enclosure and Dayne couldn’t help joining in.

“What can we say? Naked and wet you’re just too much temptation.” He dropped a kiss on her nose as he stepped up beside her and reached for the soap.

The three of them finished showering without speaking, which gave Dayne plenty of time to think about that strange feeling in his gut that he’d missed out on something. He knew what he was doing. Mikaila had always been his ideal, the type of woman he’d want to share his future with. Only it had been more than a type, it had been Miki. How he’d managed to ignore that fact for most of his adult life was anyone’s guess. But now, with her here, he knew what he wanted. A life with her. With Grant. Watching her grow big with their children.

Dayne stepped out of the shower. The water shut off behind him and he grabbed a towel for each of them. He held one open for Miki to step into and he wrapped it around her. After a quick hug, he let her go and tossed a towel at Grant. With efficiency, Dayne rubbed the soft cotton over his body. In minutes he was dry and had the bath towel secured around his hips.

“I’ll go get dressed. We still calling into the Manly store today?” he asked Grant.

“Yeah, we need to pick up that stock I ordered.” Grant slung his towel around his neck, seemingly oblivious to the fact he was naked. “It’ll only take a few minutes though, so the rest of the day is free to enjoy.”

“Um, can I trouble one of you to drop me off at home? Frankie has my money and keys, but Mrs Brimble next door has a spare in case of an emergency.”

“No problem. You’ll need something else to wear anyway. That dress you had on last night is a little worse for wear.” Dayne smiled at her.

“Wear? Why?” She tucked the end of her towel between her breasts, concealing her body from view.

“You’re spending the day with us,” Grant said, the timber of his voice invited no argument.

“But—”

“There you go with those buts again. No buts, Miki. We’re spending the day together.” Grant strode from the room.

“Well, I guess the washing will have to wait.”

Dayne laughed. “I’m sure we can make up for the disappointment.” He slung his arm around her shoulders and led her from the room.

They ignored Grant as he grumbled inside his walk-in wardrobe and made their way to Dayne’s room. It was one of the few rooms Miki hadn’t been in and for some reason he wanted her to see it, to like it. He’d decorated in greens and blues, with dark timber furniture. He liked the room, the soothing effect it had on him after a long day, and he wanted Miki to feel the same. Her approval was important and Dayne was beginning to wonder if maybe they’d gotten themselves into a situation that none of them stood a chance of getting though without being hurt.

He wouldn’t worry about it now. There was no need to borrow trouble. Better to play it one step at a time, like Grant had said, take each day as it came and make the most of everything that happened. Dayne had never shied away from hard work before, and Miki was becoming just as important, if not more important than anything he’d ever fought for in the past. The grip he had on her hand tightened and when she squeezed his fingers in return he breathed a little easier. Maybe they stood a decent chance of making this unconventional relationship work.

“Come on, you can borrow a shirt and shorts if you don’t want to put your dress back on.” He tugged her into his room and headed for the dresser without letting go of her hand.

“Maybe a button up shirt to go over the top? I don’t think it’s as bad as you two are making out, and I need to walk from car to house in it, not have lunch in a five-star restaurant.”

“Okay.” Dayne indicted the walk-in robe. “Take your pick.”

Rummaging in his drawers, he pulled out fresh underwear, a T-shirt and shorts. He dropped the towel and quickly dressed, surprised to find Miki still in his wardrobe. Dayne walked over and leaned against the jamb. She had her back to him and was flicking through his casual shirts, discarding each one after a careful perusal. After some minutes she settled on a white dress shirt.

“Can I use this one?”

He nodded. “If that’s the one you want.”

“I guess my dress is still in a crumpled heap on the dining room floor.” She slipped the shirt from the hanger and returned it to the rack. “So what are we going to do for the rest of today?”

Dayne knew what he wanted to do, but he didn’t think Miki would go for a day spent in bed and they had to go pick up the stock Grant had ordered. “I’m not sure. Grant mentioned lunch in by the harbour.”

“Dressed like that?” Miki indicated his shirt and shorts.

“There’s plenty of places to eat that don’t require a suit and tie, Miki,” Grant spoke behind him. “Here, I brought your clothes.”

Miki took the bundle from Grant’s outstretched hand and waited.

“Aren’t you going to get dressed?” Dayne asked.

“When you two leave the room.”

“Miki, honey, we’ve seen you naked,” Grant said.

“That may be, but undressing in the heat of the moment is a lot different, and I’d prefer to dress in private.”

Dayne wasn’t sure laughing at her was a good move, even if he did think it was funny to hide from them after everything they’d done, so he clamped his lips shut and backed out of the small room. “Okay, we’ll wait in the kitchen.”

He curled his fist in Grant’s shirt and pulled him backwards. Neither of them took their eyes off Miki and it wasn’t until she shut the wardrobe door in their faces that Dayne let his laughter free.

“What the hell was that about?” Grant asked as they turned and left Dayne’s bedroom.

“Hell if I know. It seemed completely out of place after everything she’s let us do.” He shrugged. “But at the moment I’m willing to do almost anything to keep that woman happy.”