Page 97 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Ryker

The warmth against my back registered first—solid and unfamiliar, yet somehow right. I blinked away sleep, consciousness filtering in like sunlight through the tent fabric. Kiaan’s nude body curved against mine, his arm draped over my waist, breath tickling my shoulder blades in soft, even patterns.

Six years of friendship through a screen, and now here we were, skin to skin after a night that had changed everything. I reached back, finding his hip with my palm, and pulled him closer, savoring the heat that radiated between us.

For a moment, I just breathed, taking inventory of the sensations—the slight soreness in muscles I rarely used, the sticky places where our skin met. He shifted, his morning hardness grinding against my ass as he made a soft sound, half-asleep and trusting. The memory of his mouth on me, of my hands guiding him, of Skylar watching us with dark, hungry eyes, sent a fresh wave of desire curling through my belly.

I opened my eyes and found myself staring directly into Skylar’s wide-awake gaze. She lay on her side, head propped on one hand, watching us with an expression that made my breath catch—part tenderness, part possessiveness, all desire.

“Morning,”

I whispered, shy despite everything we’d done the night before.

She smiled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my forehead.

“You’re gorgeous when you sleep. Both of you. I like you all nude and snuggled together.”

“What are you doing way over there?”

The only issue I could see was that she wasn’t part of our snuggle.

She laughed.

“I get hot when I sleep, so I assume I rolled away from all that hotness. Literal and metaphorical.”

The compliment warmed me from the inside out, filling spaces I hadn’t realized were empty. I reached out and hauled her closer, pressing my lips to hers. The kiss was different from last night’s hungry desperation—softer, more deliberate, a conversation rather than a demand. Her fingers traced patterns on my cheek, my jaw, my neck, each touch reaffirming that this was real, that we were here, that something profound had shifted between us.

When we pulled apart, her eyes glittered with something I couldn’t quite name.

“You and Kiaan,”

she said, voice low enough not to wake him.

“I never imagined the two of you could connect like that. I’ve been so anxious about my feelings for both of you for so long…”

“I think he’s just doing it to please you.”

She chuckled.

“Nah. I had him in my mouth when he came. I know how much that was turning him on.”

Kiaan made a grumpy sound.

“I’m sorry you were worried, Duchess,”

I said, kissing her forehead.

“Sorry you were going through that.”

“It was my own doing,”

she muttered.

“I was the one who started flirting with you both separately.”

“If only you knew you could have flirted with us both together.”

She moaned.

“The way you touched him, the way he responded to you—it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Don’t you want us to fuck you?”

Her cheeks went pink.

“I want him to give himself to you, to understand that he needs you as much as I do, and then I want him to fuck me, dripping with your cum.”

I felt heat creep up my neck, not from embarrassment but from the pride her words ignited.

“Fuck. That’s sexy as hell.”

Behind me, Kiaan stirred, his arm tightening around my waist as he pressed his face against my shoulder blade. The gesture was so unconsciously intimate that it made my chest ache.

“I think maybe we fit,”

I said, surprising myself with the certainty in my voice.

“The three of us. Like we each bring something the others need.”

Skylar’s expression softened.

“Yeah? I like that theory.”

She leaned in to kiss me again, her lips brushing mine with deliberate gentleness.

“So what happens next?”

“Next, you guys shut up so I can sleep,”

Kiaan said, rocking his hips against my ass with a broken moan. I reached back and slapped his ass, and he rutted harder.

“You look pretty awake to me,”

Skylar said.

“Am not.”

He moaned softly, dragging his cock against the crease between my ass and thigh, leaving a wet streak.

Skylar chuckled.

“So our boy’s grumpy and horny in the morning. Noted. Maybe he needs you to fuck him awake.”

I swallowed, eyes dropping to the sheets as my cheeks heated.

“I’ve never—I mean, I’ve only been with one woman before, and never with a guy, and I’m so into this, but I don’t want to mess it up.”

Skylar’s smile turned wicked.

“Would you fuck Kiaan if I asked you to?”

My cock hardened instantly, the image her words conjured impossible to ignore.

“Hell yes,”

I breathed, not even pausing to consider.

“I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to be inside him. To be his first and only, to see him beneath me, wrecked and cock drunk.”

Kiaan shifted against me, his voice sleep-rough as he murmured.

“You can use my body any way you like. But only if you be quiet and let me sleep for fifteen more minutes.”

I turned my head to find him watching me through half-lidded eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“You’d let me do that?”

“After sleep,”

he said, nuzzling my back.

“I’m your fucktoy. Both of you can use my body how you like.”

I hauled him closer, squeezing and massaging his ass, and he moaned, pressing into the touch. I turned back to Skylar, and she waggled her eyebrows, then snuggled close and kissed me.

“I mean it,”

he said, after a minute.

“I want to be free use, to be a whore for both of you.”

He squirmed against my ass, making a happy little sound at the thought.

The rawness of his words stole my breath. He was offering himself to me with such complete vulnerability. Not because he wanted men in general, but because he wanted me.

His hand slid up my chest to rest over my heart.

“I trust Duchess, and I trust you, Ry.”

That simple statement hit me harder than any declaration of desire could have. Trust was Kiaan’s most closely guarded currency, and he was offering it to me without reservation.

Skylar watched us, her eyes dark with desire as she reached between my legs and stroked my cock.

“I want to see you inside him,”

she said, her voice dropping to that commanding register that never failed to make my cock throb.

“I want to watch my boys learn how their bodies fit together. But we need to shower and prep him first.”

“And Ryker needs to brush his teeth,”

Kiaan said, still dragging his cock through the slick mess he’d made on my ass.

“Wait. He’s pretty big, what if we don’t fit together?”

Skylar reached out and stroked his curls out of his eyes.

“Can you be a good fucktoy for Duchess and let me train your body to take him?”

Kiaan whimpered.

“Yes, please, Duchess.”

I was pretty sure both of us would do anything to be good boys, but Kiaan was adorably desperate to please.

“All right. Well, the first step is to clean up. And brush our teeth.”

She stood and pulled me to my feet, and I turned and gathered Kiaan between us, watching his hard cock bounce as he walked down the hall towards the bathroom.

Getting three grown adults into Skylar’s bathroom was like some twisted version of Tetris. We stumbled through the narrow hallway, limbs tangling, hands never quite breaking contact as if we were afraid to lose the connection we’d established. I caught Skylar’s ass in my palm as she led the way, and hooked my other arm around Kiaan’s waist, keeping him pressed against my side.

The night’s sweat and sex clung to our skin, a heady reminder of boundaries crossed and possibilities unlocked. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this combination of hunger and contentment, like I’d found something I hadn’t known I was missing.

“Why exactly did you decide you needed a house-sized for hobbits?”

Kiaan quipped as we crowded into the small space, our bodies pressing together by necessity rather than choice, fighting for space at the sink as we brushed our teeth.

Skylar snorted, reaching past me to turn on the shower.

“Some of us don’t need palatial bathrooms to get clean. Besides, the close quarters have their advantages.”

Steam began to fill the room as the water heated, fogging the single small window and the mirror above the sink. I studied our reflection before it disappeared—the three of us naked, Skylar’s petite frame dwarfed by my height, Kiaan leaner but no less striking between us. We looked right together, like pieces of a puzzle that shouldn’t fit but somehow did.

“In,”

Skylar commanded, sliding the glass door open and gesturing to the shower stall.

I stepped in first, pulling Kiaan after me, with Skylar squeezing in last and sliding the door closed. Water cascaded over us, hot and cleansing, turning our skin pink and slick. We laughed at the absurdity of three adults crammed into a medium-sized shower, but the laughter quickly morphed into something else as hands began to wander.

“Let me,”

Skylar said, reaching for the soap. She lathered it between her palms, then began to wash Kiaan’s chest, her small hands making deliberate circles across his skin.

I watched, entranced by the contrast of her pale fingers against his golden-brown torso, the way his breath hitched when she brushed his nipples. Water sluiced down his body, following the planes of muscle and bone, gathering in the dip of his navel before continuing lower.

“You too,”

Skylar said, handing me the soap.

“Wash his back.”

I took the bar from her, working up a lather as Kiaan turned to give me access to his back. His shoulders were narrower than mine but still strong, the muscles shifting beneath wet skin as he braced his hands against the shower wall. I spread the soap across his shoulder blades, down the knobs of his spine, to the small of his back.

He was undeniably beautiful, and it took my breath away.

“Lower,”

Skylar directed, her eyes holding mine over Kiaan’s shoulder.

I let my hands slide down to his ass, spreading the soap across the firm globes. Kiaan made a small sound, pushing back against my touch. He was certainly responsive there. My cock hardened, pressing against his lower back, and he reached behind him to grab my hip, urging me closer.

He was horny, lost in his need, and it was beautiful.

“Fuck, he’s such a good slut. We need to get him ready for you,”

Skylar murmured. From the noises he was making, I could only assume she was playing with his cock. She reached out of the shower to grab something from her toiletry kit, a small bottle of lube, sleek and waterproof.

“The soap will clean him, but this will make it good for both of you.”

I took the bottle from her, squeezing a generous amount onto my fingers. Kiaan spread his legs wider, an unspoken invitation that made my cock throb with anticipation. I circled his entrance with slick fingers, feeling the tight ring of muscle, the heat of him even in the steam-filled shower.

“Start with one finger,”

Skylar instructed, her voice dropping to that commanding register that never failed to send heat shooting straight to my groin.

“Go slow. Take your time.”

I pressed forward gently, feeling the resistance of his body before the tip of my middle finger slipped inside. Kiaan tensed, his breath catching audibly.

“Relax,”

I murmured against his ear, my chest pressed to his back.

“I’ve got you. I won’t hurt you.”

He nodded, forcing his muscles to loosen, and I felt him yield around my finger. I worked it deeper, amazed at the tight heat of him, the silken grip of his body.

“Fuck,”

Kiaan gasped, his head dropping forward as I found a spot inside him that made his whole body jerk.

“Ryker, right there.”

I rubbed the spot again, watching in fascination as he writhed against me, his breathing becoming ragged. When I added a second finger, he moaned, the sound echoing in the small space, bouncing off tile and glass to surround us.

Skylar watched us, her eyes dark with desire, one hand between her own legs as she touched herself.

“He’s so damn beautiful like this,”

she said, her voice tight with arousal.

“He was always more submissive than you, and I love watching him let go of control. Look how well he takes your fingers.”

I twisted my wrist, spreading my fingers to stretch him, and Kiaan bucked against me, nearly slipping on the wet tile. I steadied him with my free hand on his hip, holding him in place as I worked him open.

“Please,”

he begged, the word barely audible over the pounding water.

“Ryker, please. I need you inside me.”

His desperation ignited something primal in me—a need to claim, to possess, to mark him as mine. I added a third finger, stretching him further, and he sobbed, the sound somewhere between pleasure and pain.

“Is it too much?”

I asked, immediately concerned.

“No,”

he gasped, pushing back against my hand.

“Not enough. Please, fuck me. I need your cock. I need to feel you splitting me open.”

The raw need in his voice nearly undid me. I looked to Skylar, seeking her guidance, her permission.

“Not here,”

she said, reaching past us to shut off the water.

“Too cramped, too slippery. In bed.”

We stumbled out of the shower, barely taking time to dry off with the towels she handed us. Water dripped from our bodies as we made our way back to the bedroom, leaving wet footprints on the hardwood floor.

Skylar moved with purpose, grabbing a large towel from her dresser and spreading it over the bed. “Here,”

she said, positioning herself at the head of the bed, her back against the pillows.

“Kiaan, on your hands and knees. Position yourself so you can lick your Duchess like a good boy.”

Kiaan climbed onto the bed, positioning himself as she directed, his wet hair falling into his eyes as he looked back over his shoulder at me. His cock hung heavy between his legs, flushed dark with need, a drop of pre-cum beading at the tip.

“Please,”

he whispered, his voice cracking with want.

“Duchess, I need him to fuck me.”

I stood frozen at the foot of the bed, my cock painfully hard, torn between desire and a lingering fear of hurting him. Skylar reached out, her hand stroking Kiaan’s hair, pulling his head into her lap and soothing him even as her eyes locked with mine, issuing a silent challenge.

“Don’t make him wait,”

she said softly.

“He needs you. We both do.”

Kiaan arched his back, the movement pushing his ass higher, an offering I couldn’t refuse. “Please,”

he said again, the single word loaded with everything unspoken between us.