Page 24 of Lovetown, USA

Lane

“You changed your curtains.”

Behind me, Shayla laughs as she lights a stick of incense. “You really do notice everything, don’t you?”

I sit on the couch and curl my feet under me. “I told you. Journalist brain. We think different.”

She swans over to me, looking adorable in a hot pink romper. She hands me a glass of sparkling water, which I hold up like it’s champagne. “Here’s to two whole days without a drink,” I say.

She grins and clinks her glass against mine. Hers has wine in it. “I’m so proud of you. Seriously. That’s a big deal.”

Her words warm me, but I feel the need to undercut them. “It’s not. At all. What are two days against a lifetime?”

“Progress,” she says. “Don’t ever downplay your success, no matter how small you perceive it to be.”

I nod, taking a few sips before I smile. “I hope you don’t mind…I told Trey about you.”

She shrugs. “Why would I mind?”

I laugh, because the memory of his reaction still tickles me. “He said I should invite him next time.”

Shayla groans, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Of course he did. Men are such clichés.”

“Right?”

I wait for her to drag Trey a little, but instead, she tilts her head and studies me. “Wait. Have you ever had a threesome?”

My laugh is automatic, high-pitched, and incredulous. “Um, no.”

“They can be fun,” she says with a shrug, like she’s suggesting a new restaurant for me to try. “As long as everybody understands the rules.”

The idea hits me sideways, and before I can stop myself, I’m actually picturing it.

“You’re thinking about it,” Shayla says, smirking.

“Maybe,” I admit. My cheeks feel hot. “But I don’t think so. I mean, you don’t even like men.”

“I like you . And he doesn’t have to touch me.” Her voice is low, teasing but steady. “We could both be there for you.”

My stomach flips as a nervous smile crosses my lips. “I don’t know…”

“You should experience it just once, just to cross it off your bucket list.”

“It’s not on my bucket list.”

She laughs, stretching out like a cat. “Well if it was, and if you were gonna do it, what better place than in a town where nobody really knows you?”

It’s an intriguing thought. “You’re really good at peer pressure.”

“I’m good at being right. Call him and see what he says.”

“He’s at work. But I’ll text him.”

I hesitate, wasting another minute or so before I pull out my phone.

You busy?

Dr. Handsome

Very. What’s up?

I’m at Shayla’s house. We were wondering if you wanted to come over.

For?

water emojis

Let me close up real quick. Send me the address

I burst out laughing, turning my phone to show Shayla the screen. She laughs too. “Okay, then. Guess we’re doing this.”

My nerves buzz with anticipation as I think about the promise I made to Nadia.

My mind hasn’t been this open in…ever, so that’s progress.

And I’m reluctant to think about my mother right now, but she’s the one who told me to loosen up.

There’s really no reason not to do this. I can even justify it as research.

I know that’s bullshit, but I’m nervous, and I don’t know why. Shayla’s padding around the house while I’m sitting here with my half-empty glass, my head spinning.

By the time Trey rings the doorbell, my pulse is a drumbeat in my ears.

“What are the rules, exactly?”

Shayla smiles at me as Trey lights candles around her bedroom. “We’re here for you. Me and him won’t be making contact. At least not on purpose.”

Trey and I nod at the same time.

“I like to just go with the flow,” she continues. “I don’t do choreographed sex. I prefer to see where the night takes me.”

I turn my attention to Trey. “What about you? Have you ever done this before?”

He tries to stifle his grin, but I see it. “A few times when I lived overseas.”

“See? Told you,” Shayla says. “Out of town is the way to go. This man knows ball.”

“No rules for me with Lane,” he says. “I’m good with whatever she wants to do.”

“Perfect,” Shayla says. “Actually, I do have a rule.” She looks at Trey. “Once you cum, that’s it for you. The focus is Lane, so you’re just gonna have to sit quietly and keep yourself busy until we’re done.”

He laughs at that. “Heard and understood.”

“Good.” Shayla looks at me. “Any questions?”

“Um…none that I can think of. Well, actually, yes. How do we start?”

They both laugh at poor stupid me, which makes me laugh, because I feel like a kid on the first day of school.

“Come here,” Trey says, holding out his hand to pull me off the bed. He wraps me in a tight hug, murmuring in my ear. “How was your day, baby girl?”

“Good,” I say. I press my face against his solid chest. “Better now.”

He kisses the top of my head, then pulls away, putting a finger under my chin to tip my head up. Our lips meet in a soft kiss. Our tongues slide in a gentle dance. It feels the way it always does until I realize Shayla is behind me.

She lifts my hair to kiss the back of my neck, and heat immediately floods my body. Chill bumps erupt on my skin. She trails her fingers down my arm, sparking something deep inside me. Then her hands move to the hem of my shirt and I pull away from Trey.

She pulls my shirt over my head. Trey unbuttons my jeans. Once they’ve undressed me, Shayla’s hands snake around me and find my breasts. Trey’s hungry stare—at my body, her hands, my eyes—awakens something in me.

While Shayla caresses and rolls my nipples with her fingertips, I watch as Trey undresses. He’s already hard, I mean rock hard . My mouth waters at the sight of it.

Revved up and ready to go, he stalks back over to me and grabs my face, pulling me into a soul-stirring kiss that makes even Shayla say, “Damn.”

Once Trey has his fill of my lips, he turns me around to face Shayla.

Her lips meet mine in the faintest kiss as Trey presses close behind me, his body heat wrapping around me like a blanket.

His hand slides over my stomach, anchoring me while Shayla kisses her way down my neck to my collarbone, then down past my stomach, her mouth mapping a path of fire across my skin.

Every nerve is alive. I can’t decide where to focus. On the warmth of Trey’s lips on the side of my neck? The press of his chest against my back? Shayla’s hair brushing against my thigh? It’s overwhelming, but in the best way.

My breath hitches as her mouth finds me and presses just a few soft kisses to coax me open.

I move my feet apart, trembling now, as Trey’s hand slips lower, moving between my legs, spreading me open for Shayla.

He moves me forward just a little, guiding me closer to her mouth like he’s offering me up.

Her tongue flicks against me, slow at first, teasing like she does, varying the intensity.

The world tilts around me. I feel myself unraveling, my mind and body at war.

I want to intellectualize this moment so badly, to get in tune with my thoughts, but all I can do is moan and squirm as the pleasure holds me captive.

I reach behind me, gripping Trey’s strong thighs to ground myself. I make the mistake of looking down at Shayla to see her eyes locked on mine, her mouth glistening in the candlelight.

I’m trembling now, forcing myself to keep my gaze locked on hers, shocked by how much I’m dripping and how fast she’s lapping it up. Trey’s angry dick pokes my back, pulsing every time I moan, which is constant at this point, because I’m just about ready to explode.

“You good?” Trey murmurs in my ear. “She eating that pussy the way you like it?”

“Yeah…” I moan.

His fingers find my nipples as his teeth sink gently into the side of my neck. The room tilts while her tongue flicks against me with a confidence that makes me ache. She knows exactly what she’s doing and how to do it, and the wet heat from her mouth sends shockwaves racing up my spine.

She grabs the back of my thighs and moans into my pussy, holding me steady as I come closer and closer to the edge.

Then I shatter.

The release rips through me, blinding, unrelenting, forcing a scream from my mouth, locking my entire body into an arch while Shayla holds me in place, licking me through every wave.

When the tremors finally let up, I collapse against Trey’s chest, boneless and weak. Shayla looks up at me from between my thighs, lips wet and slightly swollen, her smile wicked and proud.

Trey spins me around and pulls me into a deep kiss, tongue sweeping the entire circumference of my mouth. I don’t think I’m completely finished cumming when I feel hands on my cheeks, spreading me open from behind, and Shayla’s tongue on my ass.

I shriek into Trey’s mouth, but he doesn’t release me.

Instead, his hand slides down between us, past my stomach, finally cupping my pussy.

He holds it for a minute while Shayla’s tongue swirls its way into my asshole.

Fuck . My mind races. My body clenches. I’m just getting used to that sensation when Trey slides a finger through the wet mess Shayla left down there, then presses it to my clit.

With his tongue still sliding against mine, he plays with my pussy until I’m whining and pulling away and shaking my head.

He pulls back, staring into my eyes. I don’t know where the thought comes from, but he looks so intense, I swear I don’t see him , I see a fucking wolf.

“You’re a big girl,” he says roughly. “You can take it.”

My eyes roll back as I cum again, proving him wrong.

This one is even better than the first one, and this time, my legs give way.

Trey holds me up, dragging me over to the bed, not quite throwing me down, but he ain’t gentle either.

When I finally open my eyes, they’re both staring down at me, side by side, two wolves in a pack, eyes locked on their prey.

Their eyes gleam with a hunger I’ve never seen from either of them individually, a sexual folie à deux I’m not sure I’m prepared to handle.

Their stillness is taut, but charged, only seconds away from pouncing on me. They’re just waiting for the word.

I’m scared to give it.

Because I realize, right this second, that these two aren’t playing with me tonight.