Trick Shot (Brother Puckers, #1)

by Kayla Grosse

To all the ho-ho-ho’s. May your jingle balls be merry and bright… and may this smut satisfy you all through the night.

I’ll be happy to go home, where my best friend Jace is staying while I’m gone. We’ll probably drink too much, fuck each other stupid, then end up in a pile by the fireplace under one of the Christmas trees he forced me to get.

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. “Chads are usually stupid.”

“What did Chad do to you, Shortcake?” Her skin stains impossibly red as her eyes lock with mine. They’re pretty, like the color of pine trees against white snow. “Shortcake?” she huffs. “I’m tall.” She’s right; she is tall, by the looks of her long, shapely legs. However, I’m 6’2”. But that’s not why I called her ‘shortcake.’ “Your skin,” I grin, “reminds me of my favorite dessert. Strawberry Shortcake.”

“I never said I was good at giving nicknames.” “So what are you good at?”

For a split second, I think of this beautiful woman sandwiched between me and my best friend—and now my cock is definitely hard.

This could be an opportunity to taste a different flavor for tonight. Maybe she’d be open to Jace and me, together.

Just because she’s flirting doesn’t mean she’d be open to a three-way on Christmas Eve.

“You want to come home with me, Beefcake?” she asks. My cock stirs again, and I smirk just enough so she can see the lone dimple on my right cheek. “I won’t say no, but I was going to offer you a ride home.”

This woman is a surprise. An unexpected gift in an overcrowded airport, and I want to unwrap her—in more ways than one.

If Riley comes home with me tonight, Jace and I will treat her like a queen. We’ll feed her a delicious meal before stripping her bare and eating her out like a five-star dessert.

Her gaze locks with mine, eyes sparkling. “I think it's a good thing.” “So you’ll come home with me?” She grins cheekily. “Do you bite?” I lean forward and put my lips to her ear. “Only if you ask me to, Shortcake.”

I also have plenty of new fun traditions with said friends. Including one of my favorites: sex under the Christmas tree. Which Leo and I enjoyed alone together last night, since he was supposed to be on a plane to Seattle tonight.

I enjoy sleeping with women, and often, Leo and I share, but it’s been several months since I’ve felt anything other than the hard planes of my friend's body.

His lustful stare tells me everything I need to know. That he wants Riley to not just be his tonight, but ours.

Riley slaps her hand over my mouth, and Jace’s eyebrows shoot up. I do the only mature thing and lick her palm, grinning like an idiot when she pulls her hand away. “You just licked me!” I lean down so I’m level with her ear. I know Jace can hear me, but I don’t care. “That was just a taste test.”

Not everyone catches on to that Jace and I have a different type of relationship, but Riley’s smart. Between my comments at the airport and the casual way Jace lounges in my home, I’m sure it seems odd. I also have never tried to hide the way I look at him or he at me.

“Would it bother you if I said that Jace and I are together?”

“In most senses of the word, yes,” I say. “Though we’ve both agreed that ‘boyfriend’ doesn’t exactly fit what he is to me or I am to him. We’re also non-traditional.”

“We don’t have labels,” I continue. “He’s my best friend, someone I love and care for.” “You’re confusing her, Beefcake.” Jace laughs quietly.

“What I’m trying to say is that we’re both commitment-phobes with insane schedules who enjoy and crave each other's company. We both love sex, we’re both queer, and we both enjoy having the freedom to fuck other people, both separately and together. So no, we a...

“You don’t have to worry about any of that,” he says. “I don’t care about hair on your legs or what kind of underwear you have on. But I care about you, and I care about your comfort. So tell me, how can I make it better?”

“My b-bag.” I shudder as he kisses my neck. “I have a razor. A-and some cuter underwear.”

“I have a new razor in here you can use. As for the underwear, I plan on you being naked all night. No need for them.” His eyes level with mine, our noses now touching. “That is, if you want to get naked with me, Riley?”

“And Jace, too?” I ask, my voice husky. Lucas’s face lights up, his pupils dilating slightly. “Jace is cooking us a little Christmas Eve feast. He’ll join us after we eat if that’s what you want.”

“I think I’d like that,” I finally say. Lucas releases his beautiful one-dimpled smile on me. “Really?” I nod. “I’ve never been with two men at once, so forgive me if I’m awkward. I still can’t believe you’re both offering. I feel like I’m in some pornographic fever dream.” “Are you kidding, Riley? I can’t believe I found a woman like you in an airport sports bar on Christmas Eve. Call this Scrooge converted, because Christmas miracles do exist.”

“I’m a man of many talents, Shortcake. You want to find out more of them?” “Yes,” I hum, “I’d like that very much.” “Then strip. I want to shave your legs for you.”

“Then I’m happy to be your first. Now strip. Or I'll haul you over my shoulder and show you how much I don’t care about your hairy legs.” “So bossy.” “You have no idea, baby.” Just wait till I put her over my knee.

“I want to know what color they are.” I kiss her jawline, slipping my tongue along the salty skin there. “And you know what else I want to know?” “What?” she replies breathlessly. “If they’re soaked for me.”

“Put your hands on my shoulders,” I tell her. “Yes, Sir.” Her tone is teasing, but my entire body thrums at her words. “Call me that again, Riley, and I may have Jace tie you to my bed all night so I can hear you call me Sir while I make you come till Christmas morning.”

The scent of her arousal hits me and I salivate. It’s been a hot-minute since I ate a woman out, and while I love the salty taste of Jace on my tongue, this is what I crave right now. But I’m going to be a good boy and wait, because I have a job to do first.

“Have you ever done anal before? I shake my head. “It never happened during past relationships. And Chad wanted to, but I couldn’t with him. It didn’t feel right, considering he’d never try things I wanted.” “But you feel comfortable doing it with a man you just met?” There’s absolutely no judgement in his tone, just curiosity. Feeling brave, which I’ll blame the alcohol and hormones for, I say, “Men. With men I just met.”

“I think we were meant to meet each other tonight, Riley.” He kisses my cheek, then sucks on my neck. “Now be a good girl and turn around. I need that pretty hole of yours nice and stretched for us.”

“You’re so beautiful, Riley.” My name on his lips has me cursing quietly. “Especially with my handprints on your ass. I can’t wait to make you our little cock slut tonight.” “Oh god, yes,” I whine, my voice not sounding like mine. “I want that.”

“Good. Because I think I’d die if you walked away right now. My cock is so hard from you.”

“No touching. You won’t deter me from my task. Got it?” I remember his words earlier, so I answer with a breathy, “Yes, Sir.” He purrs. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” I shake my head. “Just a good little slut then. Now I know why Santa sent you to me. Or was it Krampus?” He winks. “Now put your forehead on the wall and keep that sweet ass out.”

“It may burn a bit at first,” he explains, his voice soothing, “but don’t fight the feeling. Just relax and let me ease it in.”

“Good fucking girl.” He strokes the skin of my hip. “You take my plug so well. It’s almost all in.”

“Now sit on the bench, Shortcake,” he commands. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep from tasting your sweet pussy.”

“Standing up is much easier. But I want you to feel the plug stretching you while I shave your legs. I want you to imagine what it will feel like to have Jace and me taking turns inside this amazing ass.” He taps my clit. “And this greedy pussy.” “You have such a dirty mouth.” His eyes darken. “The better to eat you with, my dear.”

Her head falls into me as she cries out. I almost abandon my plans to eat her out in favor of fucking her, but I need to taste her before I starve.

I manage to keep it together as she grips me in varying degrees of pressure, almost as if she’s taking mental notes of what I respond to best. I usually like it hard and rough, but her delicate touch is doing something to me. Maybe I’ve gotten so used to Jace’s hands that I’ve forgotten how gentle can be just as arousing. When her fingers brush over the delicate head, I almost lose it.

“Because,” I move us so she’s now pushed up against the shower wall, “I want to taste that pretty pussy.” I lower myself to the ground, my eyes now level with my appetizer. “And I always get what I want.”

“Do you want my fingers, Shortcake?” I ask between licks and sucks. She gazes down at me through hooded eyes and nods. “Use your words.” I slap her clit lightly for punctuation. “Fuck, yes! Please, Sir. Fuck me with your fingers.” Okay, that brings my dick back to life. I give her a playful glare. “I love it when you say please.”

“Your pussy is perfect, Riley. So fucking hot and tight. Especially with this.” I push my fingers against the plug from inside her and stroke downwards. Riley cries out,

“Come for me, Shortcake. Come all over my hand like the good little slut you are.”

“You’ll take care of me later, but right now we need to get out of this shower and eat dinner. Jace is getting jealous.” She bites her lower lip, eyes glancing back. “What about the plug?” I reach behind her and tap it. “That stays in, baby.”

I almost joined them, but I want Riley to feel comfortable with us. If you’ve never been with two people at once, it can be a lot.

There’s also the reality that Leo and I are a lot to handle, especially together.

“The usual. How old are you, where did you grow up, have you ever been fucked by two men at the same time before?”