Fun with Dick and Jayne Page 5

  “To answer your question, Jayne and I haven’t been faithful to each other. But we haven’t played together with another partner. And you’re the first we’ve tried to seduce. Together.”

  “What makes me so damn special?”

  “Jayne’s been spying on you. Ever since we moved in. She watched you through the blinds. She thought it was just for fun, just to get me going, but I could tell by the way she talked about you that she wanted you. And now she really likes you.”

  Garrett’s gaze sliced. “What about you?”

  “Do I want you? Guess that’s a fair question. I’m not gay, if that’s what you’re worried about. I don’t have designs on your ass or your cock. But I wouldn’t mind being there when you two go at it. We could make it all about her. Her pleasure. Jayne’s a generous lover. Plenty for both of us.”

  “I don’t get how you can be okay with that.”

  “I love her. I want her happy. Jayne and I have been together a long time. I know when she gets restless, when she’s feeling insecure. She needs lots of attention. Lots of reassurance. It’s really more than one man can handle.”

  “Sounds more like she needs professional help than to add lovers.”

  Richard frowned. “Jayne’s fine the way she is. She’s a little needier than most women, but she’s also extremely giving. If she loves you, she’ll do anything to make you happy.”

  The kitchen door slid open, and Jayne walked in with two glasses filled with golden beer. Her gaze darted from Richard to Garrett and tension entered her expression, digging a line between her brows. “You two okay? Do I need to leave again?”

  Richard shook his head, smiling softly at her. “Come have a seat next to Garrett.”

  Garrett noted the way Richard’s voice changed. There was an edge to the way he’d spoken to her. Like it was a command.

  And her body reacted to that subtle change of inflection. Her expression cleared, her cheeks growing rosier. Her hips slid side to side just like they had when she’d clutched the egg inside her.

  And Garrett knew what it meant. Had been privy to watching Bunny and Finn as they’d navigated a D/s relationship. His stomach dropped. He’d never understood what drove either of them. How Finn could let Bunny work inside a sex club but think he was in an exclusive relationship with her.

  How the hell had he arrived in the same predicament? Still, when Jayne sat beside him, nestling close to his side, he couldn’t move away. She smelled like sex. Smelled like him. And her eyes, so beautiful and worried, pulled at his heart.

  “Jayne, why don’t you remove that dress,” Richard said, his voice quiet and even. “You’re going to get it messy.”

  Jayne’s cheeks flushed, and her gaze dropped. But her hand went to the zipper at the side and slowly dragged down the tab, opening it. When she’d bared her side completely, she glanced back up at Garrett, a silent plea in her expression.

  He couldn’t have said why he did it, but he leaned forward and helped her remove it, holding the fabric as she slowly drew out her arms. Then he balled it and tossed it to the end of the sofa.

  She sat naked beside him, a blush blooming on her cheeks and the tops of her breasts.

  Richard didn’t move, just watched, his expression giving away nothing of what he felt.

  The moment stretched. Garrett’s cock began to thicken against his thigh, and he shifted to make himself more comfortable.

  Jayne leaned closer, her hand landing on his thigh. Her fingers closed around the burgeoning column.

  Garrett sucked in a deep breath and laid his hand over hers, halting her exploration. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

  She swallowed. Her eyes grew soft and a little moist. “I know it’s harder with Richard so close. Try not to worry so much about what you’re used to or what you think’s right. Think about what you want.”

  Think about what I want? He couldn’t think at all for want of her. And he wanted her on her knees, sucking down his cock. Wanted Richard to lose that little smirk that was easing up both corners of his mouth.

  Jayne must have sensed him wavering because she slipped her hand from beneath his and got busy with his shirt, slowly working the buttons open. “You can stop me,” she whispered. “Anytime. I won’t be mad. I’ll be disappointed, but I’ll understand.”

  He didn’t want her disappointed, didn’t want to hurt her either. Something about her, the soft girlishness, made him believe she really was that vulnerable. Was as needy as Richard had said. “Tell me,” he said, his voice gruff. “Does this ever stop? If I fall in with this, will it be enough, or will you hunt for some other guy?”

  Jayne licked her lips. “It’s just you. I promise. I want you. And him. We’ll be complete.”

  “For how long?”

  “For as long as you want me.”

  He could have her. Get his fill. Then walk away. He could do it without letting his heart get in the way. At least he told himself he could do it.

  Jayne opened his shirt then tugged to free it from his pants. “I love your chest. There’s so much of it.” She cupped both sides of his chest then swirled a fingertip over a nipple.

  His muscles flexed in reaction, and she smiled, leaning down to tongue the hardening little tip. The moist sound as she suckled made his dick stir.

  “Go ahead and strip, Garrett,” Richard said.

  Garrett shot him a glare over her head. But when Jayne’s hands went for his belt, he didn’t say a thing, letting her open it and slide down the zip of his pants.

  He lifted his hips and let her push his pants and boxers down. Then she slipped from the couch and knelt to drag off his shoes and slide the pants the rest of the way off while he dragged off his shirt.

  When he was nude, she looked over her shoulder at Richard.

  Richard’s gaze flickered over his cock then went to Jayne. He smiled. His gaze locked with hers, and he gave her a little nod.

  Garrett held his breath as she reached between his legs and cupped his balls, lifting them as though weighing them in her palms then closing her fingers around them to squeeze gently.

  The soft tugs caused his cock to jump, tapping his belly, and she bent toward it, licking along his length while she massaged his balls.

  Garrett couldn’t be a spectator. Couldn’t worry about the other man watching, when he was so desperate for her to take him in her mouth. He sank his fingers into her silky blonde curls and centered her over him.

  Her mouth opened, her tongue stroked out and lapped around the soft crown. Then she closed her lips around him and suctioned while she continued to lick around and around the cap.

  He closed his eyes, let his head fall back, and gritted his teeth to hold back the groan tearing to get free.

  Jayne murmured around him, and her hand slipped from his balls. Both wrapped around his shaft, and she began to stroke him, her head lowering until her lips met her fingers then coming back up his shaft.

  Garrett gripped her hair hard, trying to slow her down. He’d just come minutes ago. He shouldn’t be edging so quickly toward another orgasm, but she was relentless, twisting her hands together to increase the friction, wetting him with her mouth so he felt as though he glided through a wet, hot pussy.

  She sucked harder, little whimpers escaping as her breaths quickened, and he opened his eyes to find Richard walking around the room, looking for a better angle to watch her manipulations.

  Richard stepped closer, laying his hand against her cheek.

  Her eyes glided open, and she stared up, her lips still clutching Garrett’s cock.

  “Climb over him now, baby. Fuck him while I watch.”

  Garrett glared, but didn’t say a word as she opened her mouth and let him slip from her. In fact, he reached out to grip her waist as she straddled his hips.

  She reached down, gripped his shaft, and centered the tip at her entrance.

  When she sank, her mouth opened around a deep, agonized groan. “Garrett,” she whispered. “I can’t…so weak�
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  Her body quivered, and he understood. He couldn’t leave her in distress. He picked her up and laid her over the coffee table, then knelt between her splayed thighs and entered her.

  He ignored Richard, standing so close. Kept his gaze on Jayne, whose back arched, lifting her spiked breasts, and he couldn’t resist their invitation, leaning over her to suckle, drawing a tip between his teeth and chewing gently.

  Her thighs widened, her legs stiffened, toes pointing outward. He hammered against her pussy, shoving the table in small, jouncing increments across the hardwood floor.

  Richard laughed softly beside them. Then he circled the table, leaned against it to brace it, and bent over her face to kiss her while Garrett licked her nipples and thrust harder.

  Jayne broke the kiss, her face turning side to side. “Now! Now! Garrett!” She keened.

  He backed away, thrust his arms beneath her thighs, and pulled her hips toward him, pounding harder, faster—until at last, she sucked in a deep breath and her body bowed, lifting from the table as she came.

  Garrett couldn’t take any more. The rippling convulsions caressing his cock sent him over the edge. He hammered wildly, shouting at the end when his balls emptied.

  This time uncloaked. He froze. “Fuck.”

  “You worried?” Richard asked. “We’re clean. Promise. And she’s on the Pill. Should we be worried about you?”

  “I haven’t…” He gasped then took another breath, trying to slow his heart. “I haven’t been with a woman in a while. Last checkup a couple of months ago. I’m good.”

  “I’ll second that,” Jayne said, sliding her hands down her belly to where their bodies were still joined. “Don’t move for a second, okay? I like this part.”

  Since he was still pulsing inside her, he liked it too. Too much. Where was his resentment of Richard? Did a hot piece of pussy erase every taboo he’d held sacrosanct?

  Richard knelt beside Jayne and kissed her cheek. “You okay?”

  Her smile was tired but pleased. Then both turned to gaze at him.

  Garrett dropped her thighs and backed away, grinding his teeth as his cock hit cool air.

  He didn’t speak. Just settled on the couch again, naked. Annoyed as hell that they both were simply staring at him, waiting for him to say something, but what the hell could he say? “I don’t like this.”

  Jayne leaned up on one elbow. “Which part?”

  “What? You’re gonna change the part I don’t like?”

  “I’m flexible. So’s Richard. Whatever part you don’t like, tell us.”

  “I don’t like him watching.”

  “Really?” Her chin lifted, her gaze challenged. “Really?”

  Not really. But he was a man and didn’t like admitting that having another man watching him fuck a woman had turned him on.

  Jayne sat up on the table.

  He couldn’t help raking her naked body with his gaze. Her skin was pink where he’d chafed it with his chest hair. Her pussy glistened with moisture. And she didn’t bother closing her legs. The woman didn’t have an ounce of modesty.

  He liked that.

  Her gaze landed on his cock. “Why don’t I believe you?”

  “Think my cock’s some kind of lie detector?”

  Her lips twitched into a smile. “Men can’t hide certain truths when they’re naked.”

  Richard chuckled, sitting on the table behind her. His hands smoothed around her belly then glided up to cup her breasts.

  Anger flared inside Garrett, sending heat across his cheeks.

  “Jealous much?” Jayne asked, her eyelids narrowing.

  “I better go.”

  Jayne relaxed against Richard’s chest, taking a deep breath. “Don’t run away. I promise we won’t ask more of you than you’re willing to give.”

  “This isn’t my thing. I don’t share. I don’t do threesomes.”

  “This isn’t about what flavor of sex you prefer. It’s about whether you want me. It’s only about me. You’ve already compromised. You watched us fuck, Garrett. You provided us pleasure just by being there, across the alley and watching.”

  Garrett raked a hand through his hair. He didn’t like feeling unsure. Didn’t like how he was being pulled. The right thing to do would be to leave the two of them here to their games, but the other part of him, the one that had been entranced from the start—with Jayne and her easy, natural sensuality—wanted more.

  More Jayne. More new discoveries. More cringe-worthy explorations. Because he’d never been so aroused, constantly hard, for such an extended period of time.

  He could easily find partners for the vanilla acts he felt comfortable with. But no woman he’d ever bedded gave him the heady release that Jayne had.

  Even when he’d stroked himself to orgasm, watching her, the intensity had made him grit his teeth.

  Richard cleared his throat. “How about I take the choice away from you? You won’t have to make any decisions. Only commit to following my direction.”

  “You think that would make this easier to swallow.”

  “Interesting choice of words… You need to stop thinking about what you should do. You need to react. To feel. I’ll help you.”

  “You won’t touch me.”

  “No, Jayne gets that pleasure.”

  “Have you…”

  “Been with men? Of course. Jayne likes to watch.”

  Jayne bit her lip. Her glance slid away. “He’s not gay. But he’s flexible. We go with the flow. And if something happens…we don’t worry about labeling it.”

  “There are some things I won’t abide.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind. Join us?”

  Garrett wanted to. He was curious. “I need time to think.”

  Jayne nodded, but disappointment showed in the dip of her shoulders. “Take all the time you need. We aren’t going anywhere.”

  “No more peep shows.”

  Richard nodded, his expression shuttering.

  Garrett knew they thought he was rejecting them, but he couldn’t be worried about their feelings. He had to be able to live with the consequences if he surrendered.

  *

  “So you gonna tell me what happened between you and Jayne?”

  Garrett tightened his grip on the steering wheel of the cruiser. “She and boyfriend want a threesome.”

  Finn snorted. “What did you do? Wipe the floor with Dick?”

  Garrett grimaced. “That just sounded wrong. I told them I had to think about it.”

  Finn’s eyebrows rose. “I knew she was different when you treated me to the sideshow at the restaurant. You’ve always been so private.”

  Garrett ground his jaws. “How do you do it? You and Bunny?”

  “Interesting,” Finn said, his tone so cheerful it irked. “You never wanted to know before.”

  “I can’t imagine letting my woman work in a sex club. How’s that working for you?”

  Finn squinted at the windshield. “She doesn’t fuck the clients, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

  “But she gets them off.”

  He shrugged. “What can I say? She’s good.”

  “It doesn’t bother you that she’s around naked men and women all day and night?”

  “She comes home to me.”

  “How the hell did you two meet anyway?”

  Finn grinned but didn’t answer.

  “Yeah, guess I don’t wanna know.”

  Finn cleared his throat and shot him a glance. “So tell me about your girl. What chafes the most about this arrangement?”

  “I don’t share.”

  “If you feel that black-and-white about it, why are you struggling with this? You’re tempted, aren’t you?”

  Garrett let go of the knot in his belly. “I can’t see how this won’t end badly.”

  “You’re falling for her.”

  Garrett glanced away. “Yeah. Probably from the first sight of her lush little mouth curving into that kitten smile.”
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br />   “This Dick guy…what’s he like?”

  He shrugged. “He’s all right. A little bossy. She loves him.”

  “I can see how that bothers you. Do you think she can’t love you, too?”

  “We’re different. I see what she gets from him. I just don’t know what she sees in me, and how it will last longer than the thrill of getting me into their bed.”

  “What does she get from him?”

  “Dominance. I thought the way they talked that she was the one in charge. The peepshow was her idea.”

  “She is in charge. Even when he’s the one commanding her. He can’t do anything she doesn’t really want. It’s the way it works.”

  “Bunny, she’s…”

  “A Dominatrix and a good one. But with me, she prefers I top her. It’s how she unwinds. And it’s the thing I give her that she can’t get anywhere else. She trusts me that much.”

  Garrett didn’t understand the dynamics. Didn’t really want to. All he wanted to know was whether he could look himself in the mirror if he accepted Jayne’s invitation.

  Taking a deep breath, he asked the question that bothered him most. “You don’t think there’s something broken inside someone who needs that kind of play?”

  “You think Jayne’s broken? Or are you wondering about yourself because you’re intrigued?”

  Garrett didn’t answer. But Finn had nailed it. If he’d had the guts, he would have admitted—both.

  “So what are you gonna do? Can you go back to before Jayne? Will the women you wanted before her satisfy you again?”

  Garrett sighed. “That’s the thing, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah, once you’ve stepped across that line, you can’t ever go back.”

  Chapter Six

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  A knock sounded on her kitchen door, and Jayne’s heart fluttered for a moment then began to race.

  She reached for the knob but closed her eyes, praying before she opened it a crack.

  Garrett stood on her stoop in the rain. His expression was typically hard, deliciously scary.

  “Richard home?” he asked, his voice rasping.

  She licked her lips before croaking, “He’s at work.” Stiffening her backbone, she opened the door wider.