Hot Sauce (Suncoast Society #26)(41)

“It was a good price at the time. The condo I was renting, my new neighbors were a very sweet and practically deaf retired couple from Michigan, who shouted at each other to be heard over the volume of their TV. I decided if I was going to pay money every month to live somewhere, I should be able to decide the level of noise pollution I wanted to tolerate. So, I moved.”

“Smart,” Lyle said.

“No, smart would have been me dragging him to the doctor a week sooner than I did and not being so busy with my own work that I didn’t even notice how sick he was until that night.” She stared at her hands in the deepening gloom. “I’ll never stop feeling guilty over that. I don’t care what anyone says, I was so wrapped up in my job that I didn’t pay attention to how bad off he was.”

Silence fell, broken only by the sound of the pool pump kicking on and neighborhood noises, the occasional car passing on the street out front.

“I don’t have any advice to give you,” Reed said. “I wish I did. I still say it’s not your fault. No one blames you.”

“Not a single damn person,” Lyle added.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to be a downer.” She leaned forward in her chair and stared at the pool. “Anyone want dessert? I bought a key lime pie.”

“In a little bit,” Reed said, also leaning forward in his chair. “I was thinking about taking a dip in the pool.”

Lyle chuckled. “I’m in.”

Before she realized what was happening, the men had stood, stripped, and jumped into the deep end of the pool.

She sat there, frozen, both by the fact that they’d done it…and that they were hung.

Carlo lifted his head, his wubbie falling from his mouth as he whined at the sight of his two new friends in the water.

Before she realized what she was doing, she found herself standing, stripping, and then cannonballed into the deep end next to them.

She broke the surface to the sounds of their warm laughter. She swam over to them, their arms opening to her and around each other.

It felt right sliding her arms around their waists.

“See?” Reed said, his blue eyes looking like sapphire in the dim light. “Isn’t this fun?”

She nodded.

Then, before she lost her nerve, she leaned in and kissed him, relieved that he didn’t miss a beat and immediately kissed her back. She didn’t know, didn’t care what she was doing.

She was feeling and going with that.

While she was kissing Reed, Lyle shifted positions slightly and started kissing the side of her neck. “What do you want tonight?” Lyle softly asked.

Reed let her answer. “I…I don’t know.”

She did know that both their cocks were now hard and had brushed against her a couple of times.

And yes, she was turned on by it.

Lyle gently caught her chin and turned her face so she had to look at him. “How long has it been since you’ve been with anyone?”

Now she felt a little embarrassed. “Five years,” she muttered.

“Mmm,” Reed said. “Then we’ll go slow for tonight. Just a little taste.” He started nibbling on the other side of her neck while he took her hand and placed it on her cock.

Her clit throbbed, at the feel of it, the size of it when her fingers wrapped around his girth.

Lyle took her other hand and placed it on his, too.

Then, Lyle slipped one arm around her back. “Trust us,” he whispered, kissing her again.

She did, floating back and trying to ignore the way Carlo was now whining.

She closed her eyes, enjoying Lyle’s kiss, moaning when someone’s hand slipped between her legs and started playing with her clit. Two more hands, one on each breast, teased her there. She’d guess Lyle between her legs and Reed up top. Meanwhile, she started slowly stroking their cocks, their hungry moans firing her own need.

“That’s it,” Reed whispered in her ear. “Such a good girl.”

Something inside her broke free. She felt wild and untethered, not an entirely unpleasant feeling, especially considering she’d never felt like this before. Her fingers grew more sure on their cocks, working in time with their thrusts as the finger between her legs started moving faster, faster still.

It was a good thing Lyle was kissing her when her orgasm burst free. She let out a crying moan, pleasure, passion, emotion—she didn’t know or care—that he swallowed with his mouth over hers.

And then Carlo the cock-blocking cocker started barking, apparently worried by her response, making both men laugh. She was still trying to get her wits about her, the hand in her * falling still but not moving, as Lyle broke their kiss and said, “We’ll play with you later, buddy. This is our playtime.”





Lyle hadn’t been sure what Reed was up to by suggesting a skinny dip, but he wasn’t going to argue with him.

This had certainly not been his predicted outcome, but no complaints there.

What Lyle wanted to do was scoop her up, carry her inside, and spend the night making love to her and keep her anchored firmly there, with them, in the present, without a chance for her pain or grief or anything else to burrow in and steal her from them.

So she wasn’t angles and bones. She was sweet, rounded curves, a gorgeous body he could hold onto and not worry about hurting her in the bad ways. She wasn’t fragile, she was real and warm and willing.