Page 99 of Better When Shared (Kristin Lance Anthologies #2)

Skylar

The sight of Ryker buried inside Kiaan, my two beautiful boys tangled together in sweaty desperation, had me throbbing with need. I couldn’t wait any longer. The power of controlling them, watching Kiaan tremble as he fought back his orgasm while Ryker filled him completely, had pushed me past the breaking point. I needed to feel Kiaan inside me, needed to complete our circuit of pleasure, to connect us all in the most primal way possible.

“Don’t move,”

I commanded, the words coming out rougher than intended as I crawled forward.

Kiaan’s cock jutted up from between his legs, angry red and leaking, his chest heaving with desperate breaths. Ryker was still lodged deep inside him, his larger body curled protectively around Kiaan despite his own recent orgasm. The connection between them—tender and raw—made my chest tighten with something beyond lust.

I straddled Kiaan’s hips, positioning myself over his straining erection.

“Keep him hard,”

I told Ryker, who nodded and began to rock his hips in gentle, shallow thrusts that made Kiaan whimper.

“Please,”

Kiaan begged, his voice cracked and desperate.

“Duchess, I need—”

“I know exactly what you need,”

I interrupted, reaching down to grip his cock. It pulsed in my hand, hot and slick with pre-cum.

“And you’ll get it when I say.”

His eyes were wild, unfocused, tears of frustration gathering at the corners. I guided the head of his cock to my entrance, rubbing it through my folds, coating him in my wetness. The teasing contact made him buck upward, seeking more.

“Hold still,”

I ordered, tightening my grip on his shaft.

“You don’t get to move until I say so.”

Ryker’s hand slid up my back, steadying me as I held myself poised above Kiaan.

“He’s so close, Sky,”

he murmured, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

“Been so good for us.”

“I know.”

I smiled down at Kiaan, stroking his cheek with my free hand.

“And good boys get rewards.”

With that, I sank down onto him in one fluid motion, taking him to the hilt. The stretch was exquisite, my body yielding around his thickness. I gasped at the fullness, the perfect fit of him inside me.

“Fuck!”

Kiaan cried out, his entire body tensing beneath me. His hands flew to my hips, gripping hard enough to bruise.

“Don’t move, don’t move—I’ll come if you move.”

I held still, giving him time to pull back from the edge. The sensation of him throbbing inside me, fighting his release, sent a wave of powerful satisfaction through me. This beautiful man was mine to command, mine to pleasure, mine to break apart and put back together.

Ryker shifted behind me, one arm wrapping around my waist while the other hand tangled in Kiaan’s hair. The three of us were connected now, a closed circuit of pleasure—Ryker inside Kiaan, Kiaan inside me, all of us moving as one.

“You’re not allowed to come until I do,”

I told Kiaan, rotating my hips in a slow circle that made him groan.

“Understand?”

He nodded frantically, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he fought for control.

“Yes, Duchess.”

I began to move then, lifting myself almost completely off his cock before sinking back down. The drag and slide of him inside me was perfect, hitting all the right spots. Behind me, Ryker moved in counterpoint, thrusting shallowly into Kiaan each time I rose.

“That’s it,”

Ryker murmured against my ear, his hand sliding around to cup my breast.

“Use him, Sky. Take what you need.”

I increased my pace, chasing my pleasure. Kiaan writhed beneath me, desperate sounds escaping his throat with each thrust. His eyes were fixed on my face, wide and dark with desire, watching me ride him like his life depended on it.

“You feel so good inside me,”

I told him, grinding down on his cock.

“So hard, so perfect. Been waiting for this for years.”

“Me too,”

he gasped, his hips jerking upward to meet mine despite my earlier command.

“Fuck, Skylar, you’re so tight, so hot—”

Ryker’s hand slid between my legs, fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy. He circled it slowly, applying just the right pressure, and I let my head fall back against his shoulder with a moan.

“That’s it,”

he encouraged, his voice low and rough in my ear.

“Show him how good you can take him. Show him who owns this cock.”

The combination of Ryker’s words, his fingers on my clit, and Kiaan’s cock stretching me open was overwhelming. I rode Kiaan harder, faster, my body slick with sweat as I chased my release.

“Please, Duchess,”

Kiaan begged, his voice breaking.

“I can’t—I need to—”

“Not yet,”

I panted, clenching around him deliberately.

“Not until I say.”

Ryker increased the pressure on my clit, his other arm wrapped around my waist to support me as my movements became more erratic. I was close, so close, the tension building at the base of my spine, threatening to snap at any moment.

I slammed down onto Kiaan’s cock, grinding my hips in tight circles that made him cry out. His hands gripped my thighs, nails digging into my skin as he fought to hold back his orgasm.

“You want to come inside me, don’t you?”

I teased, watching his face contort with desperate need.

“Want to fill me up, breed me with your cum?”

His eyes flew open at that, pupils blown wide with lust. “Yes,”

he gasped.

“Fuck, yes.”

The possessiveness in his voice, the raw need to claim me, sent a shock of pleasure through my core. Ryker growled against my ear, his fingers working faster on my clit.

“Come for us, Duchess,”

he urged.

“Let us see you fall apart.”

The orgasm hit me like a freight train, my whole body tensing before breaking apart in waves of pleasure. I cried out, back arching as I ground down on Kiaan’s cock, riding out the aftershocks that rippled through me.

“Now,”

I gasped when I could speak again.

“Come inside me, Kiaan. Fill me up.”

The permission was all he needed. With a strangled cry, Kiaan thrust up into me one final time, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside me. The feeling of his release triggered a second, smaller orgasm that had me shuddering in Ryker’s arms.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,”

Kiaan chanted, his voice breaking as he continued to thrust weakly, drawing out his pleasure.

“Skylar, God, Ryker—”

We collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, all three of us gasping for breath. Ryker eased out of Kiaan with a soft groan, but kept his arms around both of us, holding us close.

I lay sprawled across Kiaan’s chest, his cock still buried inside me, softening but still connecting us. His heartbeat thundered against my cheek, gradually slowing as he came down from his high.

“That was...”

he paused and groaned.

“I don’t think other sex is gonna do it for me anymore. Only you two.”

“Yeah,”

I agreed, laughing softly, then pressing a kiss to his sweat-slicked skin.

Ryker’s hand stroked my back, his touch gentle and soothing.

“You both okay?”

I nodded, unable to form coherent thoughts beyond the overwhelming wave of emotion flooding through me. This wasn’t just sex—this was something deeper, more profound. These two men, my best friends, my lovers, now belonged to me in a way that transcended ordinary relationships. And I belonged to them.

Love. That’s what this feeling was—fierce, protective, all-encompassing love for both of them. The realization should have terrified me, sent me spiraling into anxiety. Instead, it settled over me like a warm blanket, right and inevitable.

“Don’t go anywhere,”

I murmured, reaching back to grip Ryker’s hand while nuzzling deeper into Kiaan’s chest.

“Always,”

Kiaan promised, his arms tightening around me.

Ryker pressed a kiss to the back of my neck.

“Not going anywhere, Sky.”

I closed my eyes, savoring the moment—the three of us connected, satiated, complete. Whatever came next, we would face it together.

I shifted, feeling him slip out of me, the slide of his cum making my thighs wet.

The warm haze of pleasure evaporated in an instant as reality crashed through my post-orgasmic brain. Fuck. We hadn’t used protection.

Kiaan had just come inside me—a lot—and I wasn’t on birth control. I froze, still straddling him, as panic clawed its way up my throat. What the hell had I been thinking?

I hadn’t been sexually active for over a year and hadn’t bothered with birth control pills since the last kind I’d tried messed with my anxiety. And I’d just told him to breed me. What the actual fuck was wrong with me?

I forced myself to breathe normally, to keep my face neutral as terror and—bizarrely—a twisted thread of arousal coiled through me. The idea of carrying their child, of being marked by them in the most primal way possible, sent a confusing pulse of heat between my legs even as my rational brain screamed in protest.

“Hey,”

Kiaan murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

“Where’d you go just now?”

I blinked, focusing on his concerned expression.

“Nowhere. Just... processing.”

I pressed a kiss to his lips, then carefully lifted myself off him, feeling a warm trickle between my thighs that sent another wave of panic-laced lust through me. Kiaan’s cum, inside me, possibly fertilizing an egg right this second.

“I think we broke her,”

Ryker said with a soft laugh, his hand warm on my back as I stood beside the bed.

“Just hungry,”

I lied, reaching for my discarded clothes.

“And we have no food left in the house. I’m going to grab us some breakfast. You two rest.”

I grabbed my jeans and t-shirt, my hands were steady despite the chaos in my mind, years of hiding anxiety serving me well in this moment of crisis.

“We can come with you,”

Ryker offered, already sitting up.

“No!”

I winced at how sharp that sounded.

“I mean, stay. Rest. You’ve both been so good. Let me take care of you now.”

I bent down, kissing each of them thoroughly—Kiaan first, then Ryker—trying to convey with my lips what I couldn’t say aloud as my body responded to the warm knowledge that I still had something of Kiaan inside me, and my mind spun out in a million different directions.

I tried to show them that I wasn’t running away. That I wasn’t regretting anything. That I was just freaking out about potential consequences.

“I’ll be back soon,”

I promised, backing toward the door.

“Don’t go anywhere.”

“As if we could,”

Kiaan replied, stretching languidly on the bed.

“I don’t think my legs work anymore.”

I managed a smile, then slipped out of the room before either of them could see the panic I was barely containing. In the hallway, I leaned against the wall for a moment, breathing deeply to calm my racing heart, then slipped into the bathroom to clean up and dress.

Plan of attack: drugstore, morning-after pill, then back home to my boys before they even realized something was wrong. Simple. Straightforward. I could handle this.

I grabbed my keys from the kitchen counter and headed for the door, running through calculations in my head. It had been less than five minutes since Kiaan had come inside me. The pill would be most effective taken immediately. I just needed to get to Friday Harbor, find a pharmacy that was open, and—

I rushed outside, my eyes on my phone as I scrolled through my options, and collided with a small but surprisingly solid figure coming up my front path.

“Ai ya! Skylar! You almost knocked over your poor grandmother!”

I stumbled back, blinking in shock at the familiar form of my grandmother standing on my porch, stylishly dressed in a red silk tunic over black pants, her silver hair perfectly coiffed despite the island breeze.

“Nainai? What are you doing here?”

I glanced back at my house, praying the guys would stay in bed and out of sight.

My grandmother adjusted her designer glasses and gave me a critical once-over.

“I’ve come to check on you, of course! Three days with these men and no word. Your mother is worried.”

“Mom doesn’t worry about me,”

I said, not even able to imagine my free-spirited hippie mom as a worrier.

“Look, I’m in a hurry—”

“Did you choose yet?”

She held her ground, blocking my escape.

“The firefighter or the billionaire? Your mother is betting on the firefighter. Steadier, she says. But I don’t know, money sure is nice.”

I let out a strangled laugh.

“Nainai, please, I really need to—”

“Why is your face so red? And your hair!”

She reached up to pat at my tangled mess of hair.

“You look like you just—”

Her eyes widened with sudden understanding, darting to the closed door behind me.

“Oh! Are they both still here?”

“Yes, they’re both still here,”

I hissed, grabbing her arm to pull her away from the door.

“And I need to get to a pharmacy right now.”

Concern flashed across her face.

“You sick? I have ginger tea in the car. It’ll fix your stomach right away.”

“I’m not sick.”

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and decided to just get it over with.

“We didn’t use protection, Nainai. I need a morning-after pill.”

There was a moment of silence, and I braced myself for shock, disapproval, a lecture about responsibility. Instead, Hui clicked her tongue and grabbed my elbow.

“Come on. My car is faster than yours.”

I stumbled after her, thrown by her matter-of-fact response.

“You’re not... surprised?”

She shot me a look over her shoulder as she led me to her pristine Prius.

“Surprised that young people have sex? I was young once too, you know. Your grandfather and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other.”

“No, I mean—”

I slid into the passenger seat, face burning.

“It was both of them. I’m with both of them. At the same time.”

Hui paused with her hand on the ignition, considering this.

“Maybe if Makai hadn’t just found his happy ending with Hamish and Imogen I’d be more surprised, but that boy has been making knowing comments about your new, what is it the young people say? Throuple?”

She started the car and pulled onto the gravel road with surprising speed for a woman in her seventies.

“But you still need to be careful,”

she continued, accelerating toward Friday Harbor.

“They need to prove themselves trustworthy before you risk having a baby with them.”

I stared out the window, my mind racing.

“They are trustworthy. I’ve known them for years. And after meeting them, I know they’re exactly who they’ve always been. Kind, protective, loyal.”

Hui glanced at me, her expression softening.

“You love them both.”

It wasn’t a question, but I answered anyway.

“Yes. I do.”

The admission hung in the air between us, shocking in its simplicity and truth.

“Then be smart,”

she said, patting my knee.

“Use protection. Build a solid relationship before getting knocked up. Don’t they teach you kids anything in school anymore?”

I sank back in the seat, relief washing over me.

“You’re taking this a lot better than I would have expected.”

She snorted.

“What, do you think because I’m old, I’m closed-minded? Besides.”

She paused as she flipped on her blinker, turning onto the main road toward town.

“Two husbands mean twice as many people to take care of you and help you with my great-grandchildren. Very practical. Especially since one of them is loaded.”

“Nainai!” I yelped.

“What? You know me; I love babies. I was starting to worry there’d be no chance to be a great grandma before I die, but things are looking up!”

I shook my head, unable to stop the smile spreading across my face.

“Do you really think we could do it long term? I mean, they’re both so different.”

She nodded sagely.

“Balance is very important in life. Too much of the same causes problems, but differences balance each other out. Like yin and yang.”

She glanced at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“So, do they both satisfy you?”

“I am not discussing my sex life with my grandmother.”

“Fine, fine. Keep secrets.”

She pulled into the parking lot of the Friday Harbor Pharmacy.

“But remember, Skylar—your heart knows what it wants. Trust it.”

I looked at her, this tiny, formidable woman who had always been my fiercest defender and most honest critic.

“I do trust it. That’s what scares me.”

“Good. Fear means you care. You’re taking this seriously.”

She turned off the engine and fixed me with a steady gaze.

“Now go get your pill. Then we’ll get breakfast.”