Night Is Darkest Jayne Rylon (bookreader .TXT) 📖

“Ty, we don’t have time for this right now. Please, let’s just focus on Lacey. This is like every other threesome we’ve had.”

“No, it’s not.”

Mason didn’t argue further but continued laying out his stipulations instead. “Nothing between us.”

“Yeah, I know the drill.”

Mason ignored the ripple of sickness attacking his gut at the hurt Ty couldn’t obscure. “And no restraints other than our hands. She’s not ready for anything hardcore yet.”

Tyler nodded. “I got it. Do you think I’m stupid? I’d never do anything to scare her.”

“Are you going to be okay with this?” Mason worried about the bitterness tingeing his friend’s anticipation.

“The truth is, Mason, I’d do anything to share her with you.”

Although there were many things he would’ve liked to say in response to Ty’s declaration, the creak of Lacey’s door opening saved him from admitting he was too damn scared to be as transparent about his feelings as the two people he loved were.

Lacey gulped then eased her trembling hand over the doorknob. She’d upgraded her ratty sweats to a pink satin baby doll nightgown with black lace trim—which did nothing to warm her in the chilly early morning air—just in case, by some miracle, the guys decided to grant her wishes. Even after she’d changed, fluffed her hair and checked the shave job on her legs, she’d perched on the closed toilet with her head between her knees for a good ten minutes before she got up the courage to see if she’d be disappointed yet again.

When she opened the door and spotted Tyler lounging shirtless on her bed, with one muscled arm behind his head, her heart kicked in triple time. The tantalizing trail of dark hair that led the way to the opened button of his jeans made her drool. Topped off by his sexy bare feet, he looked like he belonged there.

He smiled, slow and easy, in invitation. She returned the gesture wide enough she feared her face might split in an attempt to cover her disappointment. How greedy did it make her that even a sensual feast like Ty didn’t satiate her yearnings?

“Got any of that sugar for me, doll?”

If she’d spun around any faster, she might have lifted into orbit. “You stayed.”

Mason didn’t move from where he leaned one shoulder against the wall, feet crossed at his ankles. Unlike Ty, he still wore his grey hoodie—his hands tucked into the front pouch—over a dusty blue T-shirt, ripped jeans and his running shoes. The highlights in his honey-tipped hair glinted in the soft light.

Lacey bounded the two steps to his outpost. By the time she jumped, wrapped her legs around his waist and hugged him tight, he’d braced himself to catch her. She gripped the cotton, softened from hundreds of washes, in her fists even as his broad palms cupped her ass.

“I take it that’s a yes?”

Even one more moment was too long to wait. She reached up and cut off his words by smooshing her lips to his. Like he had the other day, Mason seized control immediately. He shifted until her shoulders met the cool surface of the painted lilac wall. Then, with a groan that echoed her relief after years of frustration, he devoured her mouth.

Teeth, tongue and lips ravaged her until the world spun out of control. She tried to meet his assault but he overwhelmed her with passion. Each thrust of her tongue earned a sharp nip before he parried with a swipe of his own. Beneath the hem of her short lingerie, his callused hands roamed her upper thighs and ass. Nothing had ever swept her away like this before.

Where loving Ty was easy, Mason was demanding. She reveled in his fierce possession.

When she squirmed in his hold, attempting to rub her aching core on the steel-hard shaft pulsing between her legs, he turned toward the bed. He tilted his head, breaking their mouth-to-mouth contact.

“Look at what you do to him. To us,” Mason growled in her ear as he angled her so she could see what he referred to.

Spread out in front of her, Tyler had reached into his fly and extracted his cock. As she watched, he stroked it with long pulls while his other hand cupped his balls.

“You two look amazing together,” he rasped.

Mason pivoted again, setting her down on the mattress. She crawled between Ty’s splayed knees and tucked her fingers in his waistband. With several tugs, she peeled the faded denim from his lanky form as the hair of his legs teased her knuckles.

As soon as he’d kicked free from the confining fabric, he dropped his cock against his taut abs and tugged her over him like a blanket. He undulated beneath her, gliding his erection over the silky nightgown between them until it grew damp with his precum. As he rocked against her, he clasped her hips to keep her in position. The grip caused the garment to ride up, exposing her ass and the tiny matching lace thong tucked between her cheeks. When he had her where he wanted her, he teased her lips with gentle but relentless kisses.

The quiet thwap of shed clothing hitting the floor cut through the sensual haze in her mind.

Mason moaned, “You have a great ass.”

Then his thumbs traced the valley between the globes along the sliver of material providing her only protection from his searing gaze. She jerked when he stimulated her sensitive skin. “Ohmygod.”

Tyler chuckled against the side of her neck. “I’m going to love corrupting you, babe.”

Mason’s hands cupped her shoulders, lifting her torso from the heated slab of muscles pillowing her. He gathered the edge of her gown in his hand then drew it off. She turned her face to the side until she could nuzzle the place where his cock tented his boxer briefs. When she dragged her open mouth over the bulge, it jerked beneath her lips.

On a groan, his hands reached forward to cup her breasts. He played with them—squeezing and caressing—until she ground her crotch against Ty’s