ck it up for the sake of playing her part in catching their culprit. “Thank you, Sir.” She smiled and picked up her beer. She tried not to look over to where Troy and Trevor sat at the other end of the bar next to Damien. “I hear you, Penny. Last night was a complete waste of time, and I can’t afford to ask for another weekend off from The Precinct.” Mel had grudgingly agreed to give her both Friday and Saturday nights off, but warned he might have to call her in if his nephew couldn’t fill in for the entire shift.
The club hummed with sexual activity, just as she remembered from her two previous visits. Last night, both she and Penny had turned away several offers to scene, but they’d accepted a few requests to dance. The dim lighting and loud music couldn’t disguise the scenes already in play, and Paige found herself hard-pressed to control the urge to join in with her guys. I have to quit thinking of them as mine, she chided with a mental shake of her head. How could she allow herself to think of them as hers after just a few short days of their constant presence in her life?
Penny’s look turned sly, as if she’d read Paige’s mind. “You haven’t said much about Troy and Trevor insisting on staying at the house with you this past week. I’ve got to tell you, sis, from the possessive way those two are eyeing you, there’s no denying they’re crazy about you. What’s it been like, sharing your bed with both men?”
“Crowded,” she returned dryly. Her twin always looked on the brighter side of things. Unlike Paige, who would rather dwell on the negatives than risk getting hurt.
“Crowded doesn’t sound bad. Damien refuses to switch to a king-size bed because he likes keeping me close.”
“Talk about possessive. You do realize neither of us has been in these relationships long enough to even consider shacking up together, yet here we are.”
Penny shrugged and sipped her wine, her gaze shifting to Damien and then back to Paige. “What can I say? When it’s right, it’s right. Why fight it? He makes me happy and gives me what I need. If you can say the same about Troy and Trevor, then don’t let the pain of losing Mom and Nana keep you from caring again. You never know what tomorrow will bring.”
Paige knew Penny was right, and even with the obstacles a three-way relationship presented, she couldn’t deny how much she’d enjoyed sparring with the brothers in the evenings, or the sex that followed. They’d yet to take her in tandem, but each time they inserted the inflatable butt plug, they’d increased the pressure, prepping her for their dual takeover. Waking sandwiched between the two after she’d slipped into sleep with her pulse still racing and her body humming was just as pleasant an experience, one she could get used to real fast.
“First things first.” She nodded to the guy approaching them, his eyes on Penny.
“I’m Master Jase. Are you here with a Dom?” he asked Penny.
“No, Sir.”
“Then, let’s dance.”
Paige could hear Penny’s reluctance to deny Master Damien in her voice, but she took Jase’s hand with ease and a smile. Damien watched the pair with hawk eyes as they maneuvered through the crowd to the dance floor before he slid off his stool and took up a position leaning against the wall closest to the throng of gyrating bodies. The tension in her shoulders eased when Troy and Trevor approached her and she realized they would not leave her sitting there alone for long.
Troy bent down and whispered in her ear, “It would look suspicious if you didn’t accept a Dom’s offer two nights in a row. Come with us now.”
She didn’t hesitate to take his hand or follow Trevor over to a chain station. If the perpetrator did show, they had all agreed he wouldn’t make a move on either of them inside the club. By getting out on the dance floor and taking part in a scene, she and Penny would draw more attention than sitting at the bar, which was what they wanted. It didn’t keep Paige from casting a quick glance across the room to reassure herself Penny was all right before she allowed the guys to pull her tube top off and lift her wrists to the dangling cuffs.
Will I ever get used to the thrill of this, of them? She’d been asking herself that question all week, and as they stripped her multi-colored, calf-length skirt and panties down her body, she tumbled into instant, heated overdrive, doubting she ever would.
“I love the look of you.” Trevor coasted his hands down her chest, over her breasts and around her waist to cup her buttocks. “Have I mentioned that?”
“I don’t think so.” His hard swat covered her right cheek and drew a startled cry along with her scowl. “You… what was that for?”
“For not tacking on Sir, as we have repeatedly instructed.” The gleam in Trevor’s eyes revealed his enjoyment of delivering those reprimands and squeezing the offended buttock.
“I think she does it on purpose, just to get punished.”
Troy smacked her left cheek, the warm throb he’d produced having its usual effect. Her pussy filled with liquid heat, ready and needy for more, and her nipples puckered, drawing their attention, and their mouths. It hadn’t taken her long to crave the dual suctions, the simultaneous tugs and nips followed by soothing tongue swipes as much as an addict longed for his next mind-numbing hit. How she would ever return to one lover didn’t bear thinking about. The surrounding sounds dimmed with the stroke of their hands over her body, the cupping of her buttocks and squeezing of her thighs, all without letting up on their tortuous attention to her nipples.
“So fucking responsive,” Trevor murmured above her damp, throbbing tip before he latched on to the nub again.
“Just like always,” Troy agreed before nibbling the fleshy underside, his teeth sure to leave love bites on her pale flesh.
“Less talk and more action would be nice here, guys,” she blew out with a frustrated breath.
A sharp smack landed between her legs, covering her denuded labia and sending stinging pleasure straight up her core. “Damn, addlepated dipshitiot!” she exclaimed, her hips jutting forward in a silent plea for a soothing caress.
“She has been a good girl this week.” Trevor winked as he palmed her pulsing flesh.
“I haven’t forgiven her for keeping those notes from us.”
She knew Troy would hold a grudge over that infraction longer than his brother so she gave him her sweetest smile. “Please, Sir, if I promise never to do something like that again?”
Troy snorted, his disbelief as obvious as Trevor’s. “We know better, baby, but because I’m as eager to move this along as you, I’ll let it go. For now.”
Paige took what she could get, and when they invaded her pussy and anus with deep, lubed finger plunges, her hips danced a tune to their coordinated thrusts. They sent her pulse on a marathon of calisthenics with the strumming of sensitive nerve endings in both orifices. She thrust her hips forward and back, welcoming their marauding hands and well-aimed dips inside her. Her mind soon blurred with the overflow of sensation, so much so she didn’t notice when they rolled on condoms or the sudden shifting of their bodies until Trevor stood in front of her with Troy taking up a position behind.
“Wrap your legs around me, sugar, and hold on tight. We’re ready to show you what it means for both of us to take you.”
Trevor’s face swam before her widening eyes as he slipped between her swollen folds. Gripping her buttocks, he lifted her, and she didn’t hesitate to wrap around his waist, locking her ankles together at his lower back. “I… oh, God, I don’t know if I can,” she gasped on a strangled breath when he spread her cheeks and Troy’s cockhead prodded her back hole.
“If we weren’t sure you were ready, we wouldn’t even try. Trust us and take a deep breath.” Troy breached her tight sphincter as Trevor retreated just far enough only his smooth crown remained nestled inside her quivering pussy. Arching her head back, she closed her eyes and rode out the tandem rhythm they set up that robbed her of breath and sanity.
One in, one out, over and over, a tight coil gripping her stomach as sensation built with each strategic thrust. She tried to writhe between them, to build up enough fric
tion to relieve the ache they kept ignoring. Curses fell from her mouth until Trevor stopped them with his lips and she went crazy from the escalating pleasure.
“Now?” Troy growled from behind her.
“Fuck yes, now.” Trevor rammed inside her sheath with Troy’s withdrawal from her ass and then they began fucking her in earnest, maintaining their steady rhythm of one in, one out as their breathing grew labored and their cocks jerked inside her.
Paige cried out, riding waves of pleasure so intense they darkened her vision and fogged her brain. She tightened her pussy and ass around their pistoning cocks, clutching at their erections in a desperate attempt to hold them inside her until the ecstasy dialed back enough for her to regain her senses. Their deep-throated groans heralded their releases, and the feel of them ejaculating set off another climax that left her shaken.
“Come on, sugar,” Trevor panted as he withdrew. “Let’s get you down.”
Their slow withdrawals left her feeling bereft, but as she slid her legs down and lowered her arms, the sixth sense twins possessed kicked in and turned her blood to ice in her veins. Sudden dread infused her, the kind that made her skin crawl and her stomach drop. Whipping her head toward the dance floor, she croaked one word past the fear clogging her throat. “Penny.”
* * *
One minute, Penny was catching her breath before the next number started, wishing it was Master Damien in front of her looking pleased, and the next a hard arm snaked around her waist from behind, the even harder voice snarling in her ear sending a shockwave of terror through her.
“Agree with me or I’ll cut you right here.”
Penny froze, unable to breathe when the sharp point of a knife pressed against her lower back. The past few weeks flashed before her eyes; the pleasure she’d reaped from submitting to Damien that she’d begun to believe she would never experience again; the comfort of knowing someone cared enough to give her what she needed; that sense of safety she’d only found with him. How could I have believed he would let me go without repercussions? she bemoaned, recognizing the voice whispering in her ear. Damien won’t let him take me. She had to believe that and repeated that line twice while her ex, Jim Bates, told Master Jace, “Thank you for keeping my sub company until I could get here.”