And, because I was a kinky fuck, I didn’t want to keep a woman to myself, which worked out perfectly. Not just any woman, but Hailey. I’d slept with women in the past to get off. Get in, get off, get out. They didn’t mean enough to remember more than their first names, and definitely not enough to share.
The only woman before Hailey who I’d truly cared about was Kit Lancaster. I’d popped her cherry—and my own at the same time, before I went into the military. I hadn’t even realized I’d wanted to share back then. Hell, all I’d been eager to do was to finally get my dick wet. That had been years ago. Another lifetime. Pre-PTSD. I’d seen Kit at Dolly’s Diner right after Erin’s death. She’d been staying with my sister at the time and had been in the house when Erin had been killed. She was caught in the whole mess just like Cy. But, I’d heard she was with Nix Knight and Donovan Nash now and it made me happy to know she had two good guys watching her back.
As for me, everything changed with Hailey. I changed. I wanted to show her off, let someone else see how incredible she was. How she melted at my touch, the way she looked when she climbed on my dick and took it for a wild ride. I wanted to see her like that, to watch as she gave herself to not just me, but to another man. Not just any man, but Cy.
I had no interest in him other than as a friend; Hailey kept my dick hard and satisfied, my balls emptied. I knew he’d be there for her. Commit to her completely because he wanted to prove to himself and the world he wasn’t like his dad. He’d be able to carry her burdens, because that woman had plenty. She might not have fought the fucking enemy in a far-off sandbox, but in her own way, she came face-to-face with death. Cheated it and survived.
I hadn’t known her last winter when she’d wiped out in that championship run. I didn’t follow ski racing, but after we met, I saw the footage online to learn what happened to her. Holy fuck, it had been horrible. It was amazing she wasn’t paralyzed. Or dead. To understand her debate about returning to the sport, how she was struggling to come to terms with her career, and ultimately her life. She’d been racing since she was a kid. Skiing was in her blood. It was all she knew. And now, it could all be over. What happened to her would haunt me, and if I had my way, I wouldn’t let her on a chair lift again.
I was protective as fuck. I was happy to shelter her, to give her the little bubble she needed to figure her shit out.
Not only all that, but with what happened to Erin, it made me realize life was fucking short. Shit happened. Scary shit. Things we had no control over. Erin and I hadn’t been close. Never had. She took after our parents, enjoying all the Mills’ money; big house, fancy car, fancy clothes and lifestyle. Her little event planning business had been pure amusement to help fill her otherwise boring days. We barely talked and only saw each other for the big holidays.
Yet I was riddled with guilt over not being there for her, to protect her. I wondered if we’d been closer, if I’d know about her life, could I have saved her. Now, I’d never know. The fucking killer was still out there. One, once found, I was going to beat the shit out of. Only then could he rot in a ten by ten cell for the rest of his life.
But I couldn’t dwell on that now. I couldn’t think of Erin, of how her life had ended. Or my parents and how this mess only made them even more fucked up. I had to trust Nix Knight and the other detective to find the killer.
I’d walked away from my family years ago, gone off to fucking war to escape their shit. I’d had counseling to work through every fucked-up portion of my head. I had something good now. I’d built a career out of helping others who struggled like I had, like I still did sometimes. I had Hailey. I was happy. Happier than I ever thought possible. I hadn’t told her how I felt, not if she were going to head back to training. She was struggling to decide what to do, to compete or quit, and I wouldn’t add any weight to that decision. I wouldn’t hold her back, no matter what we felt.
Since she might be heading out at any time for training, I wasn’t going to waste time playing games. And thank fuck, neither was she.
When we discovered we were both into a threesome—and not just for a few hours of fun—we didn’t wait. Hell, we didn’t wait for any kind of sex, and I warned her that Cy liked to be in charge in the bedroom even more intensely than I did. My dick hadn’t gone down since I first laid eyes on her, no matter how many times I sank into any one of her holes and filled it with cum.
This mutual desire was why we were in Cy’s living room now.
I wanted her. Needed her. I hoped to marry her. A ring and a piece of paper didn’t matter. I’d even said as much to Cy. But just me being with her wasn’t enough. Because we—me and Hailey—weren’t enough. I couldn’t let it be since I was so fucked up in the head. We needed Cy in on it because our happily ever after included him. We had to see how this would work. Long term? Hopefully, but for tonight, to start.
“Two dicks? Absolutely,” Hailey said, replying to Cy’s question.
My dick swelled at that one word. Her consent in letting both of us have her.
She’d told me she wanted it. Had shown up at Cy’s ranch on her own. Had confronted him when he was cranky as fuck. None of that mattered if she changed her mind. I wasn
’t going to make her. Neither was Cy.
Yet, she was in.
And she might just be the one to get Cy out of his funk.
“You don’t even know me,” he countered.
“You want to take me to dinner first?”
My lips twitched at her question.
Her fingers grabbed the hem of her turtleneck and she lifted it up over her head, her long hair falling down her bare back.
“Fuck,” Cy murmured, his gaze squarely on her chest. “You had that hidden under there?”
I almost swallowed my tongue at the sight of the red lingerie. Cy might have had a rifle, but Hailey had come well-armed.
“I want two men. We’ve talked about it,” she looked to me. “Now that I’m here, that we’re all here, I need it.”
“Why?” Cy asked, his hands clenching into fists. I stood behind her, saw the strong line of her back, but Cy saw those perfect breasts. Not too big, they were high and full, topped with perky nipples that went hard beneath my tongue. I could only see the sexy red straps of her bra, but I could only imagine how luscious it looked from the front.
“Why do you want to share me? Why have you and Lucas talked about it? Waited for it?”
“Waited for you,” I clarified, sliding my hand along her neck to collect her hair. Slowly, I began to braid it, just like Hailey had said was in that Fifty Shades book. It was silky and gorgeous, but I liked it out of the way. I also liked to hold onto that tail when I took her.