The minute I step across the threshold of The Silo, I figure the only way I’m going to get through this is to shed Trista Barnes completely and step through as a new person without any inhibitions. I vow I won’t look at another person in the room because ignorance is bliss. If I can’t see them, then I can pretend they aren’t interested in me.
So I become just an anonymous girl looking for a wild ride with two gorgeous men. I prefer to think of us as strangers. After tonight, things will go on as usual. I won’t be ridden with any guilt or embarrassment, and I might even come away with a little pride in myself for being so daring.
Jerico leads me to a door that goes to a hallway that wraps around the perimeter behind the glassed rooms. The wall that separates the rooms from the hall are solid, so this is the only place where there’s a measure of privacy. When we reach a door I assume is our destination, Jerico stops and turns to me. “You okay?”
I nod and hope it’s enough because my throat seems constricted.
But I can’t help the long, wet moan that comes out when Jerico grabs Kynan by the wrist and pushes his hand between my legs. They spread involuntarily as Jerico orders him, “Check to see if she’s wet.”
Kynan’s fingers only rub over the crotch of my panties in a gentle move, but a rumbling sound of appreciation from him proves I’m wet. My cheeks flame hot, but I manage to whisper, “What can I say… the prospect of watching you two together really turns me on.”
Jerico grunts in acknowledgment, but I can tell he’s not liking that part. I can’t wait to see what happens.
We enter the room, and I refuse to look at the glass wall that faces the interior of The Silo. I pretend no one is out there and it seems to work. My nerves are in check and I look around the room, noticing it’s the one with the raised bed with silver satin sheets tonight.
When the door closes, Kynan says, “This is your fantasy, Trista. Tell us what to do.”
My gaze goes to Jerico. Even though he’s on edge over what I might have him and Kynan do, he’s also radiating pure lust as he looks at me. I turn to look at Kynan and appreciate his magnificence as well. He’s about an inch or two shorter than Jerico, and he’s the light to Jerico’s dark. His hair is sandy blond, cut short, and he sports a goatee that’s just a shade darker. His eyes are deep brown, but warm and always seem to be filled with easygoing humor, whereas Jerico always looks so intense and ready to do battle with the world.
I give a slight cough to clear my throat. “I want you two to undress first, and if you wanted to… you know… sort of help each other, that wouldn’t be an undesirable thing.”
Jerico curses under his breath and his hands bunch into fists, but he looks resolved. Kynan looks amused.
Me?
I’m quivering over this, deciding to get a front-row seat to watch. I’ll never again have this type of power over two men at the same time. Hell, I’m not even sure I want this power again, but while I have it, I’m going to enjoy it. I crawl up onto the bed and perch myself with my back resting against the headboard. My legs stretch out, cross over each other, and I settle in to watch.
Both men first dispense with their shoes and socks, which I appreciate. Nothing worse than a sexy striptease with awkward hopping around to get the shoes off.
Jerico doesn’t wait for Kynan to make a move, but instead works on his own shirt. It hits me suddenly that he’s not in his trademark business suit, but rather dressed in a dark gray T-shirt with a V-neck and jeans. He’s got on a worn, black belt that’s seen better days. I had no clue Jerico could be so casual. My tongue almost falls out of my mouth as he pulls the shirt over his head. That chest, his abs, the light dusting of hair… he’s all man and I start to ache for him.
Kynan takes his shirt off as well. It’s a button down and he takes his time with the task, watching me the entire time. He’s built a little bigger than Jerico even though he’s not as tall. As he’s revealed to me, I suck in a breath because his body is beautiful in a different way. It’s covered from collarbone to waist in tattoos and they run down his arms as well. There is well-defined muscle, meaning this guy works out seriously hard, but the tattoos… I’ve always been a sucker for them. Add on the British accent and well… this is just freaking awesome.
Dropping his shirt to the floor, Kynan turns to Jerico and says, “Give the lady something, dude. Take my jeans off.”
Jerico again curses under his breath, but he doesn’t hesitate. And more importantly, he doesn’t rush through it either. This may be pushing his boundaries, but he’s going slowly so I can savor this and for the first time since knowing Jerico, I feel a rush of genuine affection for him.
Kynan’s belt comes off, and Jerico’s big hands work the button and zipper. Kynan’s head is bent, watching what Jerico does. His abs flex and relax as the zipper is lowered, then flex hard again, showing he owns a six pack as well when Jerico’s thumbs go into the waistband of Kynan’s briefs so he can pull them down with his jeans.
My breath catches as Jerico slowly lowers his body along with the clothing as he drags it down Kynan’s muscular legs, which I give a passing glance to, but my eyes go back to what’s in between those legs. He’s semi-hard and a big boy. If I take him and Jerico tonight, I’m going to be sore for sure tomorrow. Kynan steps out of his jeans and briefs. As Jerico starts to rise, Kynan takes his cock in his hand and starts to stroke it. Jerico doesn’t spare him a glance, but his mouth comes awful close to the tip of Kynan’s shaft. Kynan did that on purpose to make him uncomfortable. He’s getting a kick out of this going by the devilish gleam in his eyes.
“My turn,” Kynan says, his voice husky which I’m sure is deliberate. He takes the same care in removing Jerico’s jeans and boxers, squatting down at his feet as he sheds out of the clothing.
Cutting his eyes to me briefly, Kynan gives me a wicked grin. As he starts to stand up, he wraps his big hand around Jerico’s cock, which had also been half-hard.
Jerico jumps in surprise as he says, “What the fu—?”
But then his head falls back and he releases a guttural moan as Kynan starts to stroke him.
Oh, wow. Just… wow, wow, wow.
I raise quickly to my knees and crawl down the bed to get closer to the two men. Sitting back on my calves, I watch as Kynan roughly strokes and squeezes Jerico’s dick. It grows, lengthens, and then starts to leak at the tip. Jerico’s eyes are closed tight, his mouth parted and his chest rising and falling quickly. A terrible pulse of yearning hits me square between my legs, causing me to squirm.
My gaze turns to Kynan to see his eyes are burning with lust. Not a true and genuine interest in Jerico’s body, but because he’s doing something unbelievably dirty and taboo, and that’s mainly because they are best of friends and coworkers, and oh yeah… Jerico is as hetero as they come.