It felt like an eternity passed before he gathered enough strength to refocus on Lacey and Ry. From the look of it, she’d only just started to recover herself. Ry continued caressing her through the ebbing tide of her orgasm. When she slumped forward, Ry eased her off Bram and onto her back. Mindful of his full condom, Bram weakly swung his legs over the side of the mattress and staggered into the bathroom. After disposing of the condom, he splashed his face with cold water, the briskness of it snapping him back to his senses.

Holy fuck. He’d never experienced anything remotely like that before in his life. Every prior sexual encounter that didn’t include Lacey and Ry was suddenly insignificant. And it wasn’t merely about the sex. Though God knows, it was fucking incredible. Nothing could touch the love that he felt for those two people out there.

Maybe it wouldn’t make sense to most that he could love Ry like a brother and not be jealous about sharing Lacey with him. The dynamics of this relationship would certainly be frowned upon by the majority of folks he knew. Probably the only one who wouldn’t be freaked out by it was Jana. But then again, his little sis was likely into even more kink than he was, judging from the paraphernalia she carried in her shop. Not that he wanted to have his suspicions confirmed. Some things he was happier remaining in blissful ignorance of.

Running his damp fingers through his hair to tame it into submission, he strode back out into the bedroom. Ry was stretched between Lacey’s spread thighs, his tensed glutes flexing as he fucked her with a deceptively lazy rhythm. It might have been slow as molasses on a winter morning, but apparently it was getting to Lacey enough that her fingernails were digging into Ry’s flanks.

And truthfully, it was getting to Bram too. Despite his having just come his brains out, his cock thickened with renewed life. Stroking his growing erection, he stepped closer to the bed. If Ry was aware that he and Lacey had a captive audience, he didn’t let on, and instead just kept pumping away while his mouth played with her nipples. Lacey, on the other hand, caught Bram’s stare. She swallowed, her breath audibly hitching in her throat. He had the feeling she was as aroused by him watching her as he was.

Desperately wanting to see more, he moved toward the foot of the bed. This angle gave him a clear view of Ry’s cock tunneling in and out of Lacey’s incredibly wet pussy.

“I wish I could spend all morning buried inside you. Feeling you come.” Ry’s voice was the consistency of gravel. “Come on my cock, baby. Fuck yeah, like that. So good.”

The slick sounds of them fucking, as well as the sight of Lacey’s soft, pink flesh clinging so tightly to Ry’s glistening shaft, ripped a thunderbolt of lust and desire through Bram. With no warning, his cock fired off again. There wasn’t as much to discharge this time, considering how hard he came minutes earlier, but it still blew his mind that it happened without him even touching his dick. Through his climax-induced brain fog, he heard Ry’s broken groan as he also came.

Thank Christ. Because if Bram had been inclined to listen to or watch one more second of their lovemaking, there was a good chance he would have come another time or two dozen. Which might have very well killed him.

But, damn, what a way to go.

Chapter Eight

If she’d thought she’d been obsessed with sexual fantasies starring her best friends before, it was nothing compared to the torture she was going through now.

Lacey took a deep, steadying breath as Ry and Bram leaned against the metal prep table in the kitchen while the head chef, Kevin, droned on about the menu specials he wanted to include for Friday night’s Beach Party. She caught the occasional mention of coconut shrimp and Caribbean jerk chicken kabobs, but honestly, Kevin might as well be asking for PB&J sandwiches for all the attention she was paying to his requests. All she could think about was having Bram and Ry inside her again. Sooner rather than later.

God, how could she still be so wet and desperate for sex after all of the orgasms she’d shuddered through last night and this morning? She was turning into a damn nympho, for Pete’s sake. And the two mouthwateringly gorgeous men across from her were totally to blame.

As if they’d somehow tuned in to her irritable brainwaves, Ry and Bram glanced her way. To the casual observer, their smiles were completely innocent. But Lacey knew better. Beneath their innocuous façade she heard their silent transmission loud and clear. It basically translated to, “Later it’s your pussy and our cocks. Get ready to scream your head off.”

She hunched her shoulders, praying that the position puffed out her blouse enough to hide the perkiness of her nipples. Damn it, why hadn’t she kept her suit jacket on? Of course, she should probably be grateful that Ry generously stopped by her house before heading here this morning so that she could change. Otherwise it might have been a little difficult—and embarrassing—explaining to the curious staff members why she was wearing the same clothes she’d left in last night.

Once Kevin was finished with his presentation and the go ahead was given for the menu, she snuck from the kitchen and escaped into her office for some much-needed space from the sexy signals Ry and Bram exuded. Much as she loved them and all their mental foreplay, they were playing havoc with her sanity and concentration.

Shoving a wisp of hair away from her perspiring forehead, she fanned her overheated face and reached for the catalog of chef supplies resting on the corner of her desk. She managed to leaf through a couple pages before her office door opened and the two men intent on driving her insane with lust trooped into her office. She gave them a wary look as her nipples tightened. It was insane the power they had over her body.

Ry eased the door shut and offered a devilish grin. “What’s the matter? You look all flushed.”

“Yeah, kinda hot and bothered,” Bram added with a sexy chuckle that made her pussy flood with moisture.

Rotten bastards. She flipped the catalog shut and tried her best to appear unaffected and unaroused. “It’s warm in here. No doubt that’s why our heating bills have been through the roof lately.”

Amusement etched Ry’s features. “So what do you suggest we do? Crank the thermostat down to fifty degrees and let the customers turn into walking popsicles?”

“No, smartass.”

Ry abandoned the doorway and strode to her desk. He turned her chair so that she was facing him and leaned down, boxing her in with his outstretched arms. The smolder in his eyes was enough to add an extra layer of sweat onto her skin. “I got the impression this morning that you like my ass just fine. Even have the indents from your nails to prove it.”

Her mind immediately tracked to the scene in question, when he’d been fucking her slow and deep, teasing her with his thick, hard cock while Bram watched, enthralled. She wiggled in her seat, biting back a moan at the sweet and agonizing friction of her panties rubbing along her slit. She returned Ry’s stare for as long as she could handle before the intensity swirling between them became too much to take. Glancing sideways, she became ensnared in Bram’s equally entrancing gaze. The ramifications of the naughty acts the three of them had indulged in slammed into her, leaving her feeling vulnerable and oddly shy.

Ry and Bram had witnessed a side of her that until last night hadn’t existed outside of her fantasies. They could profess all they wanted that none of this would affect their friendship, but the reality was that it already had. Their trio had crossed a line that there was no returning from.

“Lace?” Ry’s knuckles brushed her cheek, drawing her focus back to him. Clouds of worry shadowed his eyes. “Is everything okay?”

She bit her lip and nodded—perhaps a little too fast, since Ry didn’t exactly look convinced. Bram joined them, his expression equally concerned. “You’re not regretting sleeping with us, are you?”

Leave it to Bram to read her mind and get to the point in the bluntest way possible.

“No, of course not.” Her cheeks heated again, and she laughed softly. “You both have given me more orgasms than I thought were humanly possible. I’d be an idiot to regret that.”

Ry’s fingers grazed the underside of her jaw. “We want to give you a lot more. Are you up for it?”

Although she’d been expecting them to, they hadn’t pressed her last night or this morning about marking off any more items on her list. It looked like it was now time to commit to it fully. And did it really make much difference? She’d already stepped into the fire. It was too late to worry about getting burned. She sucked in a steadying breath and released it. “Yes, but this time I get to choose.”

There was no mistaking the relief that swept over Ry’s and Bram’s features. Ry—being the one most advantageously positioned—kissed her first, his tongue thrusting deep. By the time he pulled back, she’d melted into a mindless puddle of goo. She barely had the chance to regain her breath or composure before Bram took up where Ry left off, his devouring kiss officially killing the few remaining brain cells she had left. His mouth retreated and she slumped into her chair, boneless. And hornier than she’d been five minutes ago.

Ry grinned at her. “So, what sexiness are we getting up to tonight?”

She wasn’t too brain fried to recognize a golden opportunity for payback. Cocking an eyebrow, she offered them a gloating smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”