She complied, looking into the dark depths of Trevor’s gaze before she caught sight of his hand wrapped around his jutting cock. With his other hand, he reached up to cup one breast, his eyes remaining on hers, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth as Troy latched onto her hips from behind.
“Ask and you shall receive.” Troy filled her pussy with one smooth thrust, working his sheathed cock past the tightness caused by the butt plug without pausing. Paige gasped, pushing her butt back against his groin, relishing the invasion, the fullness, the dichotomy of riotous sensations whipping through her body.
She couldn’t look away from Trevor as his brother fucked her with ruthless intent, driving her to the brink of orgasm with only a few deep plunging, jackhammer invasions. Troy’s tight grip on her hips both frustrated and thrilled her when she struggled to join in on the age-old dance of grinding pelvises, but didn’t keep her from tightening around his pistoning cock.
“That’s it,” he rasped as he scraped his teeth down her arched neck. “Squeeze me, Paige, nice and tight. Fuck. Just like that,” he groaned when she clamped her muscles around him again.
Trevor released her breast, coasted down to her pussy and rooted out her clit to press the inflamed bud against his brother’s driving cock. The tight, abrasive rubs tumbled her headlong over the precipice and into blissful release, her exalted, shaken cry keening in the open air.
Blinking her eyes open, Paige’s vision blurred as Troy pulled from her still quivering vagina, rasping over swollen tissues on his retreat and drawing even more full body shudders. She glanced down in time to see Trevor’s condom-covered cock pressing between her puffy pussy lips, couldn’t look away when they folded around his cockhead as he entered her, hugging his shaft in a loving clutch. A whimper slid past her trembling lips with his slow penetration, filling her where she’d just welcomed his brother. God, that was such a freaking turn-on!
“Lean against me,” Troy insisted, pulling her butt onto his hair-roughened thighs. His hands moved to the inside of her thighs and pushed them out until she straddled his thick quads, making more room for Trevor to settle between them.
“Hang on, sugar, time for round two.” Trevor thrust with a guttural moan then set up a steady rhythm meant to drive her insane with resuming lust. His hands clutched her thighs, holding tight as he drove into her over and over, discharging shock waves of unbelievable pleasure so intense they darkened her vision and fogged her brain.
Paige writhed between them, her body undulating with the rough fucking, her arms jerking in the restraints and her breathing growing labored as she rode out the storm of pleasure they had unleashed upon her. The bunched muscles of their legs contracted against her softer thighs and buttocks; their heavy breathing warmed her neck; and their busy hands seemed to be everywhere at once, plucking on her nipples, caressing up and down her quaking limbs and quivering stomach.
By the time she came down from the euphoric high and could think straight again, Troy was lowering her into the swirling soothing water of the hot tub, the two of them stepping in and settling at her sides in a comforting show of caring she tried—and failed—not to let affect her heart.
Chapter 15
“What’s up, bro?” Trevor entered Troy’s office Monday morning and took a seat in front of his cluttered desk. They hadn’t spoken since returning to their condos after dropping Paige off at her place Saturday night. For Trevor, fucking Paige after enjoying the way she fit in with everyone at Jackson’s wedding had sealed his intention to pursue whatever this was between them. Now, the only question left was if his brother felt the same.
Troy waved his hand over the files scattered in front of him. “I’ve been going over the timeline of our guy’s assaults, and the clubs he’s hit up. I’ve been checking deeper into the newest members of each club, have gotten a few eyewitness sightings of all of them after each assault, which means the odds of this asshole returning to the scene of his crime is high. But none of the victims have gone back to the clubs since their attack.”
“You can’t blame them there. What are you thinking?” Trevor could always tell when Troy was mulling over a possible scenario.
“I’m wondering what he’d do if he returned to a club and discovered his victim hadn’t been cowed enough to stay away. I spoke with Damien, and each new male who joined Sanctuary in the last year has been a regular member since, none of them skipping more than a weekend or two without making an appearance.”
Trevor pondered what he was saying then narrowed his eyes in speculation. “You’re thinking of sending Penny back to Sanctuary as bait. Damien will never go for it, and neither will Paige.”
“But Penny might,” Troy returned, nonplussed.
Penny wasn’t as independent or feisty as Paige, but Trevor had seen the need for closure reflected in her haunted eyes. “Even if she was, Damien still wouldn’t allow it.” Taking a chance at pushing his brother, he asked bluntly, “Would you, if it was Paige?”
Troy’s gut tightened, as if someone had landed a sucker punch. Trevor never did play fair. “Honestly, I don’t know. You want to pursue this with her, don’t you?”
“Yes, I’ve always been up front about that.” He crossed his arms and leaned back. “She’s proven she’s submissive, Troy.”
“There’s more involved here than that.” He pointed a finger at Trevor and then a thumb at himself. “You, me and her for a few ménage scenes is all good and well, but you’re talking a relationship, one that could lead to something we’ll find difficult to walk away from. What then? Polygamy is against the law, the laws you and I swore to uphold and defend.”
Trevor tightened his jaw. “Some things, or in this case, some people, are worth crossing lines for. But you’re jumping ahead. There’s nothing that says we can’t enjoy a three-person relationship for as long as we want, or live with whomever we want.”
Troy’s sigh revealed the frustration they were both feeling. “We’d be opening ourselves up for more heartache. Losing Mom and Dad was hard enough.”
Standing, Trevor clasped his hands behind him and paced the compact office, his gaze landing on the last family photo taken of him and Troy with their parents before the accident. It sat next to a framed picture of him, his brother and Ray when the two of them had been in college. Turning to face Troy again, who sat watching him with a calm expression and fire in his eyes, he fisted his hands on his hips and stated, “You were willing to take the risk with Ray.”
Troy swore long and hard. There were times he wished he and Trevor didn’t know each other so well. “You really want to give a relationship a try?”
“Are you ready to end it with her?” Trevor countered, the simple inquiry hitting Troy in the chest.
“No.” Some things, he guessed, were inevitable. Like attractive redheads with cute sayings and a temper who possessed the ability to knock down over twenty years’ worth of defenses by just coming apart in their arms. “But we run it by Ray first. I won’t keep secrets from him.”
“Understood and agreed. Are you honestly considering approaching Penny and Damien about your idea?”
“Yes. Let’s go visit Ray this evening, and on our way back, we can stop at Damien’s place. I don’t want to put off either visit.”
Trevor grinned. “Are you more afraid of Ray or Damien?”
“I’m not saying, but you’d be wise to tread carefully with both,” he warned.
“You always want to trample on my fun.”
Trevor tried to keep from showing Troy how thrilled he was over his brother’s willingness to pursue a relationship with Paige. She’d drawn his attention and interest from the moment he’d seen her standing behind Mel’s bar and heard her utter one of those ridiculous sayings of hers. His sexual preferences had kept him from pursuing her as she hadn’t given off any submissive vibes. The instant, fist-clenching rage that had ripped through him when he’d heard Detective Evans putting her down had been the eye-opening catalyst that prodded him to co
nsider there might be something more he shouldn’t pass up. She’d sealed the deal for him when she didn’t shy away from the way they’d caged her between them on the dance floor of Sanctuary that first night.
Now that Troy was on board with moving forward, Trevor looked forward to exploring the possibilities of where the three of them could take their relationship. As he pulled in front of Ray’s duplex in the golf course retirement complex their guardian had been enjoying for the past five years, he prayed Ray would give them his blessing. They both cared too much for the man who had refused to give up on two orphaned, out-of-control boys to risk putting a wedge between them, even if it meant ending whatever was between them and Paige before they could see how far it could go.
“I bet he’s already out back at the grill,” Troy commented as he opened his door.
Trevor took an appreciative sniff as they strolled up the walk. “I can smell barbeque from here. He spent all that time teaching us how to cook and now he refuses to let us pitch in when we come for dinner.”
“Maybe he’s afraid his lessons didn’t stick as much as whatever dish we might bring would.” Dry humor laced Troy’s voice and the quick look he slanted Trevor’s way.