Hot Sauce (Suncoast Society #26)(71)

Lyle reluctantly withdrew, handing her off to Reed. She wrapped her legs around Reed’s waist, her arms around him, and started to suck face like her life depended on it. Lyle fumbled around between them, found Reed’s rapidly inflating cock, gave him a few tugs to finish the job, and got him lined up with his target.

Then he swam around behind Reed. “Get in the shallow end.”

Reed did while Lyle rolled the condom rolled onto his own shaft. With Reed’s ass now exposed, he made quick work of lubing the man up and sliding his cock deep inside him.

“Oh, you f*cker,” Reed gasped.

“Sweet talking will get you everywhere with me,” Lyle teased. He grabbed Reed’s hips and started f*cking him, hard, totally driving now.

Reed managed to get her over to the stairs, where she could hold on to the edge of the pool and the safety railing for traction. No, Reed wouldn’t likely be able to f*ck one out of her like that, but they’d take care of their girl again in a minute, if she was even able to get over.

He held onto Reed’s shoulders, bending him over, pounding him. “Seems like someone enjoyed f*cking my ass a few minutes ago.”

“Oh, f*ck, yeah. You know it.”

Lyle couldn’t last long this time, either. Reed’s ass felt too damn good. So he opted for force over finesse and banged him like he stole him, finally ramming deep inside him one last time before falling still.

“That’s it,” Lyle whispered. “Just like that.”

“Can I finish now?” Reed snarked.

“Sure.” Lyle pulled out, climbing out and depositing the condom in the garbage before returning to the pool and sitting next to Vanessa. He cradled her against him as Reed f*cked her. He kissed her, deeply, pulling moans from her even as Reed quickly finished and filled her with another load of cum.

Pulling her off the steps, he had Reed support her in the water while he wrapped his arms under her thighs and finished her off with his mouth. Reed stuck two fingers in her mouth to help muffle her cries as she came, and when she tried to push Lyle’s head away, Reed trapped her arms against her body with his arms, freeing Lyle to keep licking and sucking her to one last whimpering orgasm.

Only then was he content to snuggle close in the water, the three of them gently floating, only their heads exposed in the chilly night air and their arms wrapped around each other.

“Why don’t we have pool sex more often?” she mumbled. “I love pool sex.”

“Carlo,” the men replied in unison.

“Oh, right.” She giggled.

If they left him inside and attempted pool sex, he’d whine and bark and scratch at the back kitchen door. If they put him in his crate, he would bark because he could hear them.

If they left him loose, he ran around the pool, whining and nosing them anytime they got close to the edge.

“I’m glad Jenny dogsat for us tonight,” she said.

“Me, too,” the men agreed.





Chapter Twenty-Six


Vanessa would have remembered the date even if Lyle hadn’t surprised her with breakfast in bed while she lay cuddled next to Reed. It was a Sunday, but Reed had blocked the day out and not booked a charter.

They were now living full-time in her house—their house. The men had sold Lyle’s house because hers was larger and worth more.

At least, that’s the reason they gave her why they’d decided to sell their house. They hadn’t given her a choice in the matter, settling it for her.

She suspected the truth was they would never make her give up her home when she’d shared it with Tony.

She’d finally found the strength at New Year’s to start going through his room again. His pillow and sheets no longer smelled like him, and the clothes hanging in his closet no longer pained her when she thought about the last time she’d seen him wear them.

She kept a couple of things she could wear, a couple of his shirts, just for her. But she let the rest go.

They sold his bed and moved her old bed in there as a guest room. She left some of his furniture in there, many of the knickknacks he’d had either getting moved to the master bedroom or the home office-guest room.

The books and movies, the ones she or the men wanted, she integrated with their other books and movies throughout the house. It took her two days of work and cleansing tears, but she did it and felt better for doing it.

Tony’s urn sat on a shelf next to the TV, a picture of them and their parents from three years ago next to it. Jenny had taken it for them during Thanksgiving, when their parents had been home for the holidays. Their parents had been standing, Tony in front of them, grinning, and his arms wrapped around her, making her laugh as he’d threatened to tickle her, while Carlo looked up at them all like they were crazy, but he still loved them.

It was a picture that made her smile, brought her joy every time she looked at it. That made it appropriate to sit there, next to his urn.

Where she could smile every time she saw it.

She cracked open an eye and looked at the tray of food Lyle held. “I’m okay. Really.”

“You’ll be even more okay after some coffee and French toast,” he said.

“And a round of morning orgasms,” Reed added, his voice still sounding thick with sleep.

She whimpered, knowing what that meant.

They didn’t often get to have morning sex because of their schedules. On the rare days that they did, it usually meant she would be impaled between their cocks, her hands clipped behind her back, while whoever was on the bottom and in her * used the Hitachi on her and the other reached around her and tormented her nipples while f*cking her ass.