Page 100 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Ryker

I watched the door close behind Skylar with a feeling of sinking dread.

Her hasty exit left a strange emptiness in the room. Kiaan sat beside me on the bed, still naked and glowing from our lovemaking, his dark eyes following my gaze to the door. I reached for his hand, threading our fingers together, finding comfort in the solid warmth of his skin against mine.

“She’ll come back,”

I said, though the uncertainty in my voice betrayed me.

Kiaan nodded, squeezing my hand.

“Of course she will. It’s her house. And she’s really into us.”

We sat in silence for a few moments, the weight of what we’d just shared settling between us. Outside, I heard the faint sound of car doors and an engine starting, confirming that Skylar had indeed left the property. The worry gnawed at me, but I pushed it aside.

“Come on,”

I tugged Kiaan to his feet.

“We’re a mess. Let’s shower.”

His lips quirked in that familiar half-smile that made my chest tighten.

“Back to the scene of the crime, huh?”

I led him down the hallway to the tiny bathroom, our naked bodies bumping together in the narrow space. The familiarity of his skin against mine still felt new, electric, but also somehow right, like we’d been meant to touch each other all along.

“Remember the last time we were trapped in here together?”

I asked, turning on the shower and testing the water temperature with my hand.

“How could I forget?”

Kiaan laughed, stepping in behind me as steam began to fill the small space.

“I walked in on you thinking Skylar was inviting me in for some sexy fun, and then the fucking doorknob fell off.”

I cackled.

“I still think that would have ended with a throat punch if it had been her.”

The warm water cascaded over us, and I pulled Kiaan closer, his lean body fitting perfectly against mine.

“And we sat on the floor for hours, talking about Skylar.”

“And eating those pastries.”

“You never did explain why you thought pastries in the shower would be a good idea.”

“She loves snacks. The treats were to distract her from throat-punching me, obviously.”

We both burst out laughing as Kiaan reached for the shampoo, squeezing some into his palm before working it into my hair. His fingers massaged my scalp with surprising gentleness, the sensation making me close my eyes in pleasure.

“If someone had told me that in a few days I’d be fucking you while Skylar watched, I would’ve thought they were insane.”

The memory of being inside him, of watching his face as he took me deep, sent a pulse of heat through my groin.

“Though I completely wanted to fuck you that day. In your cute boxer briefs.”

Kiaan’s hands stilled for a moment.

“Do you regret it? What just happened?”

I opened my eyes, finding his face inches from mine, water droplets clinging to his lashes.

“Not for a second,”

I said firmly, cupping his face in my hands.

“What about you?”

Instead of answering, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine. The kiss was different from our earlier desperate passion—slower, more deliberate, a confirmation rather than a question. I tasted the water between us, felt the slick slide of his tongue against mine, and surrendered to the perfection of this moment.

When we broke apart, his eyes held mine with an intensity that stole my breath.

“I never thought I’d want a man like this,”

he admitted.

“But it works with you.”

Something warm and fierce expanded in my chest. I turned him, pushing him gently against the shower wall, and took the soap from its dish.

“Let me wash you. Clean up the mess I made of you,”

I murmured, working the bar between my hands until lather formed.

I started at his shoulders, sliding my hands over the lean muscle there, down his arms, across his chest. His nipples hardened under my touch, and he let out a soft sound that shot straight to my cock. I continued lower, over his flat stomach, around to the small of his back, down to the curve of his ass. Every inch of him felt like territory I’d been meant to explore, to claim.

“Where do you think she went?”

Kiaan asked suddenly, his voice tight with concern.

I paused, my hands still on his hips.

“I don’t know. She seemed... upset. But like she was trying to hide it.”

“Yeah.”

He took the soap from me, beginning to return the favor, his hands slick and firm as they mapped my body.

“I hope we didn’t freak her out. Maybe it was too much, too fast.”

The worry that had been simmering in my gut intensified.

“Maybe she just needed a minute. Let’s give her space, but if she doesn’t come back, we’ll take your rental car out and find her.”

His hand stroked down my back, gentle and reassuring.

“She’ll be back soon. I’m sure of it.”

We finished washing, the intimate act of cleaning each other a different kind of closeness than the sex we’d shared. I shut off the water and reached for towels, tossing one to Kiaan as we stepped out into the steamy bathroom.

“Fuck, all our clothes are in our suitcases,”

I realized, wrapping the towel around my waist.

Kiaan grinned, flicking water at me.

“So we have to walk through the tiny house naked again? It will be a hardship to stare at your magnificent firefighter body some more.”

We were giggling again as we padded through the tiny house to where our bags sat in the corner of the living room behind the couch. I dug through mine for clean underwear and a henley, while Kiaan pulled out designer jeans and a soft-looking sweater that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe.

“You look good in that sweater,”

I said.

“But you look even better in nothing at all. Preferably on your hands and knees, arching your back, licking Skylar’s pussy, and begging for me to stuff you full.”

He flipped me off, but the flush creeping up his neck told me he liked the compliment. As we dressed, the sticity of the moment struck me—how natural it felt to be here with him, waiting for Skylar. The three of us fit together in ways I hadn’t imagined would be possible.

My phone sang out from the coffee table, my sister’s custom ringtone. I grabbed it, showing Kiaan the screen.

“It’s Aimee.”

“Your sister?”

He tugged his sweater over his head, his hair sticking up adorably.

“The one who runs the sex podcast?”

“Relationship podcast,”

I corrected, though the distinction was often blurry with Aimee’s content.

“She’s a psychologist, too.”

“Want some privacy?”

“Nah. Why don’t you join in? She’d be thrilled. I can put it on speaker.”

He groaned, then nodded, and we settled onto the small couch, our thighs pressed together as I answered the call.

“Hey, big brother!”

Aimee’s voice burst through the speaker, bright and energetic as always.

“How’s the romantic island getaway going? Have you professed your undying love yet, or are you still being a chicken?”

I felt my face heat as I glanced at Kiaan, who was grinning widely.

“It’s, uh, going better than expected, actually.”

“Ooooh, do tell!”

I could practically hear her leaning forward in anticipation.

“I’m here with Kiaan right now,”

I said, clearing my throat.

“You’re on speaker.”

“Hi, Kiaan!”

Aimee chirped without missing a beat.

“Has my brother been treating you right?”

Kiaan’s eyes met mine, amusement dancing in their depths.

“More than right, I’d say.”

“Listen, Aimee,”

I interjected before she could probe further.

“You know about relationships and stuff with your podcast. What do you know about, uh, throuple dynamics?”

There was a beat of silence, then an ear-splitting squeal that made both Kiaan and me wince.

“The three of you are hitting it off? Ryker, that’s amazing! Tell me everything!”

“Not everything,”

I muttered, but couldn’t help smiling at her enthusiasm.

“It’s just... it’s complicated. At first, it seemed like Skylar had some anxiety about all of it. It turns out you were right. Skylar’s grandmother was scheming.”

“I TOLD you no adult woman would have her grandmother handle her travel itinerary, but you refused to listen.”

“Anyway, that’s all better now. We’ve been… connecting. But can it work long-term?”

“Of course. People enter all sorts of dynamics long term, and throuples aren’t as rare as you think. Healthy throuples are all about communication,”

Aimee said, her voice taking on the professional tone she used for her podcast.

“Everything needs to be discussed openly—expectations, boundaries, feelings. No assuming, no mind-reading.”

My stomach dropped as I thought about how Skylar had rushed off earlier.

“What about when one person seems to need space? Like, if they just... leave?”

Aimee went quiet for a moment.

“Is Skylar not there right now?”

“She left about an hour ago,”

Kiaan answered, his hand finding mine on the couch between us.

“Seemed kind of upset, but trying to hide it.”

“She told us she has anxiety issues,”

I added.

“But that’s all we know.”

“With anxiety, sometimes people need to step away and process. The best thing you can do is to be open when she returns, but not pushy. Let her know you’re there to talk if she wants, but respect her space if she doesn’t.”

I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me.

“Thanks, Aimee. That helps.”

“Hey, I’m rooting for you guys,”

she said, her voice warm.

“All three of you. When do you come back?”

My heart dropped into my stomach as I looked down at the date. How had the time passed so quickly?

“Two days,”

I whispered.

“Too soon.”

Aimee was quiet for a minute.

“Long distance can work, but I want you to know that you don’t have to stay in Denver. If you’ve found love, you need to chase it, big brother, even if it means moving across the country to do so. Got it?”

“Yeah,”

I said, voice hoarse as I glanced towards Kiaan.

After we hung up, Kiaan’s thumb traced circles on the back of my hand, the simple touch grounding me.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said.

“Yeah. We will. I just wish I had more time.”

I stood, blowing out a breath.

“So. Want to help me distract myself while we wait for Sky to come back?”

“Help how?”

His eyes dropped to my dick and he licked his lips.

“As much as I’d enjoy fucking that luscious mouth again, I think I’d like to finish my project for Skylar. Get her collection all pretty and on display.”

I walked to the back of the room and ran my fingers along the honey-colored wood of the shelf I’d built for Skylar, testing to see if the stain had finally dried. Satisfied with the smooth, non-tacky finish, I turned to Kiaan, who was digging through a box labele.

“VINTAGE GAMES”

in Skylar’s neat handwriting. The worry about her hasty departure still gnawed at my gut, but we’d decided to keep busy rather than spiral into anxiety. Setting up her game collection on the new shelves seemed like the perfect distraction—a small way to show her we cared without crowding her space.

“Look at this.”

Kiaan held up a cartridge, his eyes lighting up with genuine excitement.

“Original Legend of the Twin Blades. This is the game where we all met.”

I took it from him, examining the worn label with a surge of nostalgia.

“I can’t believe it’s been six years. Feels like yesterday and forever ago at the same time.”

“Remember when you first joined our guild?”

Kiaan’s fingers brushed mine as he took the cartridge back, the casual touch sending warmth up my arm.

“Skylar vouched for you when everyone else thought you were too green.”

“And you were pissed because I kept stealing your kills.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the memory.

Kiaan arranged the game in a place of honor at the center of the top shelf.

“I was jealous. Already half in love with her. And she liked you right away.”

We continued unpacking the games, creating a colorful timeline of Skylar’s gaming history. I handled each one with reverence, understanding that these weren’t just games—they were artifacts of who she was, pieces of her story that she’d chosen to share with us.

The sound of gravel crunching outside made us both freeze, then turn toward the door. Seconds later, Skylar stepped inside, cheeks flushed from the cool island air, a paper bag clutched in one hand. Relief flooded through me at the sight of her, followed by the now-familiar tightening in my chest that happened whenever she entered a room.

“Hey,”

she said, her eyes darting between us, uncertain in a way that made my protective instincts flare.

“You guys okay?”

I thought of Aimee’s advice—be open, but not pushy. Give her space to process.

“We’re good. Just wanted your shelf to look nice before I head back to Colorado.”

She let out a soft gasp.

“Back to Colorado.”

“Not forever, Duchess. But I need to get back to work,” I said.

Skylar blinked and nodded, then moved to the shelf, her expression softening as she took in our work.

“It looks perfect. Thank you.”

She set the paper bag down on the counter and shrugged off her jacket, movements slightly jerky with tension.

“We were worried,”

Kiaan said, straightforward as always.

“You seemed upset when you left.”

She chewed her bottom lip, a nervous habit I’d noticed on our first day together.

“I’m sorry for running out like that. I ran into my grandmother and got strong-armed into running errands.”

Her voice was casual, but something in her posture screamed anxiety.

I moved to the couch, sitting at one end and patting the cushion beside me.

“No pressure, but we’re here if you want to talk about it.”

Skylar hesitated, then joined me, leaving enough space between us that Kiaan could sit on her other side. The three of us formed a small circle, knees almost touching, an island of connection in the quiet room.

“It wasn’t just errands,”

she admitted after a long pause, her voice dropping to just above a whisper.

“It was a pregnancy scare. I mean not exactly a scare, since we only just had sex. But we didn’t use protection, and I’m not on birth control.”

The realization hit me like a physical blow. In the heat of passion, I hadn’t even thought about protection. What kind of firefighter was I, ignoring basic safety.

“Fuck, Sky, I’m so sorry. I should have—”

“We both should have,”

Kiaan interrupted, reaching for her hand.

“We got carried away. It was irresponsible.”

Skylar squeezed his hand, then reached for mine.

“We were so lost in the moment, none of us were thinking straight. Anyway, my grandmother drove me to get a morning-after pill, so... crisis averted.”

The relief was immediate, but tempered by the thought of her dealing with this alone.

“Your grandmother drove you to get a morning-after pill?”

A small smile tugged at her lips.

“Turns out Nainai is very progressive when it comes to sexual health. And oddly enthusiastic about the idea of me having two partners. Something about doubling the chances for great-grandchildren.”

Kiaan snorted.

“First she tricks us into coming to the island, now she’s rooting for our throuple. My grandmother just tells me I’m too skinny and forces me to eat.”

A heavy silence settled over us, loaded with unspoken possibilities. Skylar’s fingers twitched in mine, and when I looked up, her cheeks had flushed a deeper pink.

“The thing is,”

she started, then stopped, took a deep breath.

“What if I like the idea of your cum inside me? What if I like thinking about you both making a baby with me?”

The words sent a jolt straight to my cock, instant and undeniable. Kiaan made a strangled sound beside her, clearly affected the same way.

“Fuck, Sky,”

I breathed, struggling to form coherent thoughts as blood rushed south.

“That’s... that’s hot.”

“But also terrifying,”

Kiaan added, his voice rougher than usual.

“And complicated.”

Skylar nodded.

“It’s not practical, but it’s tempting all the same. Being joined to you guys like that, as a family…”

I squeezed her hand.

“Once we’ve sorted out how this works long-term, I’d be happy to fuck you until you’re swelling with our baby. But right now, we can’t—”

I swallowed hard, unable to finish the thought.

“Someday,”

she said, nodding, her eyes dark with desire and something softer, more vulnerable.

“But for now...”

Her hand moved to my thigh, inching higher, her intention clear. With her other hand, she tugged Kiaan closer, until the three of us were pressed together, heat building between our bodies.

“For now, we use protection,”

she said firmly.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t play with the fantasy.”

“I can work with that,” I said.

“I want you both to fuck me,”

she said, her voice dropping to that commanding register that made me instantly obedient.

“I picked up condoms. But I want you to tell me what it would be like if you weren’t wearing them. Talk dirty to me about how you’d breed me.”

Kiaan’s breath hitched, and I watched his pupils dilate with desire.

“Yes, Duchess,”

he murmured.

I slid to my knees in front of her, spreading her thighs with gentle pressure.

“I’d fill you so deep. I’d pump you full until my cum was dripping down your thighs. And so would Kiaan.”

She moaned, head falling back as Kiaan began kissing her neck, his hands working her shirt up and over her head. I pulled her jeans down her legs, breathing in the scent of her arousal through the thin fabric of her panties.

“We’d take turns,”

Kiaan added, his fingers finding her nipples through her bra.

“We’d keep you full all day, all night. Never give your body a chance to lose a single drop.”

“Yes,”

she gasped, arching into his touch.

“That’s what I want. My good boys. Breeding me. Making me come again and again.”

I tugged her panties aside, pressing my mouth to her pussy, tasting her slick heat on my tongue. The flavor of her—salt and sweetness—made me groan against her flesh. Her thighs trembled around my head, one hand tangling in my hair to guide me exactly where she wanted.

“Condoms,”

she managed between gasps, as Kiaan worked her bra off. “Hurry.”

I fumbled with the bag she’d set on the table, finding a strip of condoms and tearing one off. Standing to strip off my jeans, I watched as Kiaan moved to take my place between her thighs, his tongue replacing mine as she writhed beneath him. The sight of them together—her pale skin against his golden brown, her fingers in his dark hair—was breathtaking, a vision of everything I’d never known I wanted until now.

Rolling the condom on, I knelt on the couch beside them, stroking Skylar’s hair as she came apart under Kiaan’s skilled mouth.

“That’s it, Sky,”

I encouraged, loving the way her face flushed with pleasure.

“Let go for us. Think about being bred by your two men.”

She cried out, body shuddering through her release, sound echoing off the windows as she came apart, her body tightening around Kiaan’s tongue. I watched her fall apart, every muscle shivering and flushed, the kind of orgasm that left her limp and grinning, hair stuck to her cheeks.

Fuck, she was gorgeous like this. She barely had time to catch her breath before I pulled her up and into my lap, her panties dangling from her ankle.

“You want to feel what it would be like if I bred you?”

I growled, voice wrecked with need.

“Want my cock pounding into you until you’re dripping?”

“Yes,”

she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck, eyes wild and glazed.

“Right now, Ryker. Be a good boy and fill me up.”

The “good boy”

was always my undoing. I yanked her down onto my lap, rolling the condom on as she clung to me, kissing me hard and messy. The couch creaked under our weight as I lined myself up, and then I was pushing into her wet heat, taking me inch by inch until I bottomed out.

She threw her head back, shameless and gasping, and I couldn’t help but fuck her hard—deep, desperate thrusts that made her tits bounce and her nails rake down my back. She clamped around me, greedy for every stroke, using my body like a toy.

Kiaan didn’t wait for instructions; he knelt beside us and fisted his cock, stroking himself as he watched me fuck her. His eyes were huge, lips parted, the sight of his hand on himself making my blood roar in my ears.

“Look at you, Duchess,”

I panted, burying my face in her neck.

“Taking me so good. You want me to knock you up, don’t you? Want my cum mixing with Kiaan’s, filling you full?”

She sobbed out a “Yes!”

arching her back for more. My hands found her ass, guiding her movements, grinding her down onto my cock as she took every inch.

Kiaan moved closer, his mouth finding her nipple, sucking hard as he watched us.

“You look so fucking beautiful when you come,”

he murmured against her skin.

“Let me make you do it again, Duchess. Can I fuck you next? While Ryker watches?”

“God, yes,”

she moaned, writhing between us. Her body tensed, tight and perfect, and I felt her flutter around me, another orgasm building fast.

I slammed into her, chasing her release.

“Let go, Skylar. Milk my cock. Show us how much you want us to breed you.”

She shattered on top of me, clutching my shoulders so hard I’d probably have handprints there. Kiaan kissed her, swallowing her cries, and I gave a few more savage thrusts before I pulled out, nearly coming just from the sight of her so fucking ruined.

But she wanted more. She reached for Kiaan, dragging him up onto the couch, her thighs still trembling as she pushed him back against the cushions. He rolled the condom on with shaking hands, and then she was straddling him, sinking down on his cock, riding him like it was her only purpose.

The sight alone nearly had me blowing my load untouched; Skylar’s body swallowed his cock, hips grinding down until she bottomed out, then bouncing in a ruthless, hungry rhythm that made Kiaan’s head snap back and his knuckles go white on her thighs. I reached for her, squeezing her ass and massaging her as she bounced on top of him.

“Fuck, you look incredible,”

I snarled, fisting my own cock through the latex as I stroked myself, desperate to get back inside her.

She bared her teeth in a savage grin, hair wild and cheeks streaked with tears from the force of her last orgasm.

“Need both of you to fill me up. I want you to make me come again and again.”

Kiaan thrust up into her, sweat shining on his neck, eyes glazed with need.

“I’m gonna come—fuck, Skylar.”

“Do it, Kitten,”

she hissed, digging her nails into his chest.

“Pretend it’s my pussy, no condom. I want to know what it’s like to be dripping with both of your cum.”

He let out a strangled gasp, hips pistoning wildly, and I watched the shudders wrack his entire body as he jerked up into her, lost in the fantasy of fucking her bare, nothing stopping his cum from taking root. I could see the moment his orgasm ripped through him; Skylar’s body arched, her body convulsing around him. I couldn’t wait any longer.

As soon as she finished milking Kiaan, I hauled her off his lap, spun her over the arm of the couch, and slammed back into her, balls already aching to unload. She shrieked, clawing at the cushions, forcing her ass higher so I could drive deeper.

“Is this what you need, Duchess?”

“Good boy, Ryker, don’t stop—need it—so full.”

Her voice broke on a sob, but her body told the real story: every muscle straining, her pussy gripping me like a vice, desperate for more.

“We’ll fucking love it,”

I panted, slamming into Skylar with abandon.

“Seeing you dripping with our cum, knowing we get to drench our cocks in each other’s cum as we fuck you.”

“Mm, kitten can lick up the mess.”

I slammed into her, cock throbbing with every drive, the latex barely muting the savage need to empty myself in her.

“You want it?”

I snarled, voice shaking as I felt the orgasm start to build—hot, sharp, inevitable.

She was a mess, strung out and wild, sweat shining on her skin, hair sticking to her flushed cheeks.

“Fuck, Ryker.”

That was all it took. My balls tightened, and I exploded, pouring pulse after pulse of cum into the condom, so thick and forceful I could feel every spasm, every desperate jerk of my hips. I didn’t stop until she was sobbing under me, her pussy milking my cock through wave after wave, the fantasy of breeding her so intense I blacked out for a second, lost to pure animal pleasure.

I pulled out slowly, watching the mess I’d made: latex ballooned with cum, her thighs slick with her own release and trembling like she’d run a marathon. No shame in it. Just raw, savage satisfaction.

Kiaan had gone still, his cock softening between his legs, but the look on his face said he was ruined, too. He looked hungry and awed and maybe a little in love with what we’d just done.

He curled around her, pulling Skylar into his arms, and I joined them, wrapping myself around both, holding tight.

The sweat started to cool, the aftershocks gentling into something softer. I pressed my lips to Skylar’s temple, breathing her in, salt and sex and the weird sweetness that was all her.

“You’re incredible,”

I whispered, not trusting myself not to fuck it up with too many words.

She shuddered, then tucked her head under my chin, Kiaan’s hand stroking her back in slow circles. For a long minute, no one said anything. The world was just breath and heartbeat and the heavy scent of what we’d made together.

Then softly, so quiet it barely registered, Skylar murmured.

“I love you. Both of you.”

She sounded wrecked and shy, nothing like the woman who’d just demanded we pretend to knock her up. Like she was giving us something fragile she’d never offered before.

I kissed her hair, heart hammering.

“Love you too, Duchess. So fucking much. And Kiaan, too. He has a huge piece of my heart.”

Kiaan didn’t hesitate either.

“I love both of you. More than I ever knew was possible. You’re my best friends, and, well, the fact that the sex is hot as hell makes everything pretty much perfect.”

We lay tangled together, her body bracketed between us, safe and adored. I closed my eyes, letting the exhaustion and joy settle deep. We were a mess, but we were together—a team, a family, everything I’d ever wanted and never thought I’d find.

“I’m not letting you go,”

I said, my voice rough with promise.

“Either of you. Even when I have to go back to Denver.”

Skylar’s laughter echoed against my skin.

“Good. I know your job is important, but we need you, Ryker.”

I nodded, my throat going tight, and kissed her roughly.

“I can be a firefighter anywhere.”

“Personally, I’m planning on staying,”

Kiaan bragged with a smug grin.

“I suppose I can take on the breeding duties while you’re gone.”