Hot Sauce (Suncoast Society #26)(42)

They worked their way over to the edge of the pool where Carlo ran around to check on them. Vanessa still hadn’t opened her eyes, and she still stroked their cocks.

With Carlo settling down a little, Reed took over kissing her, one of his hands sliding over the top of Lyle’s. Lyle traded off with him, moving his now free hand to cup and play with her other breasts. She softly moaned, her fingers deliciously tightening around their cocks, and Lyle suspected Reed had worked at least one finger inside her *.

No, they wouldn’t try to f*ck her tonight. Not unless she wanted it and brought it up. They’d both be more than happy to settle for handjobs from her.

This was far more than he’d ever expected, especially this soon. Then again, they did say grief-sex was a very common phenomenon. A way to rail against death, to try to forget, to try to heal.

Within a few minutes, she was rocking in the water, her strokes faster, firmer on their cocks as she drew closer to coming again.

“Be a good girl and give us another one,” Lyle murmured in her ear, quickly cuing in on what Reed had said to her earlier. “We’re going to stay here until you do, so you might as well be our good girl and do it.”

Reed’s hand between her legs sped up, and then she let out another of those absolutely gorgeous moans that finished Lyle off. He released her breast, wrapped his hand around hers around his cock, and thrust, hard and fast, his orgasm exploding and finishing before she’d even stopped moaning. Then he reached across her body and grabbed her hand around Reed’s cock, squeezing, urging her to stroke faster, harder, the way he knew his partner loved, pleased when Reed quickly started moaning as he, too, orgasmed.

They stood there, silent, still for a moment. Then Reed wrapped his arms around her, and Lyle, and leaned in to kiss Lyle.

“I have a feeling,” Lyle said, “we’re not going to have to fake many things around Tilly and Eliza.”

She shook her head. “No,” she said, her voice sounding thick. “I think that’s not going to be a problem.”





Chapter Sixteen


Monday morning, Vanessa drove to the store in Sarasota that served as her primary home base.

Her brain felt filled with a fog of confusion.

They’d stayed in the pool for a while, talking, silent, her having another healing cry that was even better with the feel of two warm bodies gently sandwiching her between them.

She felt drained in the good way.

And she agreed with them that whatever this was? She wanted to pursue it.

She’d thought they’d try to talk her into sex in bed, which she would have been great with, but by ten o’clock when they’d done nothing more than dry off and snuggle together, the three of them, naked on the couch to watch TV and with a sheet draped over all of them, she’d felt a peace settle over her.

“There’s no rush,” Reed said.

“Life’s short,” she countered.

Lyle offered her a playful smile. “At least we’re not.”

“Heh,” Reed said.

Lyle’s smile faded. “How about we come over tomorrow night after work. We’ll cook you dinner, we’ll play with Carlo…and then we’ll see what happens.”

“I don’t have a charter on Tuesday,” Reed said. “I can stay later.”

“Or all night, if you want,” Lyle said.

“Can we do this again?” she asked, almost reluctant they’d say no.

“We can do whatever you want to do,” Lyle said.

“Anything you want to do,” Reed added.

Before they left, they both took turns kissing her good-bye at the door, long, slow, deep kisses, romantic kisses, that stole her breath.

“For tomorrow,” Lyle said, “promise me you’ll text or call me if you need me. He’ll be out of contact most of the day. Even if it’s just you need to hear a friendly voice. Okay?”

She nodded. “Okay.”

He smiled. “Good girl.”

Something about that twisted her innards, in the good ways.

All the good ways.

Could she do what some people did? She didn’t know. She didn’t think she was a submissive or a masochist, but then again, she’d never dreamed she’d have two of the best orgasms of her life out in her pool while jerking off two well-hung hunks, either, so she wouldn’t say never.

Now she was left trying to drag her mind into work mode when all she could think about was how damn good it’d felt having two of Reed’s fingers f*cking her * the night before, followed by her using her vibrator on herself—twice—after they’d left.

She couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.

Life is short, and they make me smile. I’m an adult, I don’t have any obligations to anyone, and they’re okay with this. I’m not going to fight it when there’s no reason to.

By eleven that morning, she’d texted Lyle several times, each time right after someone from corporate or one of her stores had called to talk with her, and then added a condolence on top of whatever business matter they’d needed to discuss.

An immediate text to Lyle after each of those calls would be returned with calm reassurances from him to keep thinking about last night, about them coming over tonight, that all she had to do was get through the next few hours, and she’d be able to let go with them.