Trick Shot: A Spicy Christmas Novella (Brother Puckers Book 1)
Trick Shot: Chapter 9

They’ve been in that shower for an hour, and my cock is jealous. Okay, not just my cock.

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. She also came home with Leo and didn’t really grasp that she could have the two for one option. I think it was a good idea for him to warm her up, make sure she feels safe before we introduce more.

There’s also the reality that Leo and I are a lot to handle, especially together. We like it rough and wild more than slow and languid. My thoughts drift to a night earlier this year when he brought home a spreader bar from some new sex shop he’d visited downtown. I’d spent the night in a bind, letting him do whatever the hell he wanted to me. I think I came so many times my come literally dried out. I was exhausted for days after.

It was worth it though. With my eyes closed, I can feel the phantom touch of his strong hands massaging my sore muscles afterward. Leo may be rough, but he also likes to kiss things better. A slow smile touches my lips, and my cock jumps to life. It was such a hot night that now I want to do it again. Maybe with a certain curvy woman there to watch.

The oven timer pings, jolting me back to present time. I push away the image and whatever the hell it means that I’m thinking of Riley with us before we’ve done anything by taking a few calming breaths. I’ve managed to scrounge up a meal for the three of us. It was just by luck that I’d planned to cook a nice steak dinner and had bought a pack of two large bone-in ribeyes. I hope Riley likes red meat.

I pull out potatoes and asparagus from the oven, enjoying the smell of garlic and spices as it hits my nose. My stomach growls. I hope they hurry up so we can eat while it’s hot. I was about to cook at six o’clock when I found out Leo would need a ride home, and now it’s just after nine, so, I’m starved.

“Smells delicious.”

My head whips around at Riley’s voice. Her hair is wet, her skin a lovely shade of pink from the shower. She looks sexy in a simple pair of black leggings and a green V-neck sweater that hugs every dip and valley of her body. Though I miss the Christmas getup from before, this one gives me a better idea of what she has under her clothes.

“Thanks. I hope you like steak and potatoes.” I smile, setting the tray of hot food on the island.

“I’m a vegetarian, actually.”

I swear my heart stops until I see a crack of a smile appear.

She giggles. “I’m kidding.”

“Good one, Riley. You had me going for a split second.”

“I can be funny sometimes.”

My gut tells me that’s a lie. I bet this girl’s got jokes for days. “Would you like a drink? I have a nice red wine that will go well with dinner.”

“That sounds perfect. Thanks, Jace.”

I grab the bottle and pour a glass for her, doing the same for Leo since I know he’ll want one when he’s done making himself pretty for Riley. He’s probably putting on some expensive moisturizer as we speak. That man loves to look put together, even in the comfort of his own home.

“Here you go.” I hand her the generous pour, enjoying the way her eyes glitter as she smiles.

She holds up her glass, so I grab mine off the counter. “Cheers to new friends,” she says.

I give her a cool smile. “To new friends. And to new adventures.”

She holds my stare, the nervous woman from earlier gone from view. “And to new adventures,” she echoes.

We both take a sip of the dry liquid just as I hear Leo, or should I say Lucas, approach. His feet pad softly against the hardwood floors as his sexy body comes into view. He’s wearing the same outfit he changed into before he ‘helped’ Riley in the shower, except I can one-hundred percent tell he’s gone commando under his gray sweats. More blood rushes to my lower half when I see the hefty outline of my favorite toy. I remind myself we have dinner to eat before we get to the dessert, but it’s fun to look and anticipate what will happen afterward.

“It smells fantastic in here, J.” He kisses Riley on the forehead as he reaches for the unclaimed glass of wine on the counter. At his affection, she shifts in her chair, eyes glossing over like she’s recalling everything that happened in the bathroom.

“Thanks…” I let my eyes wander Leo’s form again, then linger on Riley’s perfect chest. “Dinner is ready if you both want to sit down. I set up the dining room.”

Leo licks his lips at my attention before he raises a questioning eyebrow at me. “Wow. Maybe I should stay home for Christmas more often. We never use the dining room for meals.”

I shrug. “Seems like the perfect occasion to use it for something other than work or lewd acts.”

He gives me a lazy grin and I shoot him one back. I know I’ve got him thinking about the other night when I fucked him on the fancy glass table to stop him from working late. I went so hard I thought the table would shatter. Turns out, that thing is worth its weight in gold. Maybe we’ll spread Riley on top of it after we eat. Leo probably wouldn’t be opposed to adding another lewd act to the bank.

“You’re a deviant.” He chuckles, throwing a wink to Riley as she watches us with curiosity. I’m sure she’s wondering what we did in the dining room exactly, but that’s a story for another time.

“You wouldn’t have me any other way,” I say to Leo. “Now you two go. I’ll be right behind you.”

As Leo walks away with Riley on his arm, I think he says “all night” under his breath in what I know is a reference to me being behind him. The promise of it doesn’t help my hard dick situation, but I try to ignore it. I worked too hard on this food, and we do need sustenance for the activities to come.

Laughter flitters from the dining room into the kitchen as I make our plates. With the snow falling outside, the Christmas lights illuminating the room, and the two of them waiting for me, a contented warmth settles in my stomach. I may have just met Riley, but she’s already fitting in with us. For the last couple of years, Leo and I have become more exclusive than he realizes. We work together, sleep together, and often even travel together. Sure, we have sexual partners coming in and out, but nothing serious. And it’s been fewer and fewer partners in the last year.

I stay at his place a lot too, so much in fact I’ve come to wonder why I even have my own place. Maybe things haven’t changed because it’s gotten to the point of “if it’s not broke, don’t fix it,” which is usually fine. I hadn’t really thought much about this subject in a while since we’ve been so busy, but Riley’s question about us being together has my brain turning back to the thoughts I’ve buried over the years.

I take a sip of wine and clear my mind. Tonight is not the night to dredge up complicated shit. It’s a night to celebrate good ‘ole St. Nick and cozy up with two beautiful people. So I grab our plates, using my ex-server skills to balance the three meals. When I turn into the large formal dining room, I expect to replace them still smiling and laughing at each other. Instead, I discover Leo kissing the life out of Riley. Neither of them notices me at first, but I don’t mind. I stand still and enjoy the show for a few seconds.

Leo has always been an amazing kisser. The first time we crossed the line from friends and coworkers to friends and coworkers with benefits, he was the one to make the move. I’d known since college that Leo is pansexual, but I didn’t tell him I’m bisexual until graduation. I come from a conservative background and was raised Mormon in the LDS Church, which is more common in Polynesian culture than most realize. When you tell people Hawaii has the highest concentration of Latter-day Saints of U.S. states that do not border Utah, they tend to gape in surprise. That’s why it took me leaving my home and taking time to figure my shit out in college to be able to really express who I am.

When I came out to Leo, he was excited for me. I think he always knew, since I wasn’t exactly trying to hide it per se, but I was glad he gave me the space to explore. It still took years for us to cross the line, not because there wasn’t chemistry there, but we were both so busy trying to make a name for ourselves, and then he started handling his brother’s career. I think there was also a part of us that was too scared to ruin the friendship we have. Especially since we spend so much time together.

But eventually, I started dropping hints that I was interested. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t always interested and too chicken to say anything. I had a silly crush on him even before we met. He was the most popular and best hockey player on campus. There was a reason I was able to recite his stats to him the night we met—and it wasn’t only because I wanted to be a sports agent after college. So when one night, years and years later, we got buzzed while working late and he kissed me…let’s just say I ended up on my knees more than once that night.

A sexy moan from Riley reminds me where I am and that I’m holding our dinner. I clear my throat, and she gasps, pulling back from Leo’s lips. He’s got a cocky ass grin on his face when he makes eye contact with me, whereas Riley looks like her nickname. Given I just heard her come through several walls, it’s amusing she’s embarrassed I found her simply kissing. Hopefully, we’ll help her get over that embarrassment quickly, though I admit I like it when her skin starts turning to the color of her hair. It’s cute.

“Starting with dessert?” I ask Leo.

He wiggles his eyebrows like the horndog he is while Riley takes a large gulp of her wine. To change the subject from sexual innuendos, I place their plates of food down in front of them, then quickly grab my wine from the kitchen. I then take a seat at the head of the table so we form a L-shape. It also gives me direct access to Riley.

“Wow, Jace,” she says in wonder. “I can’t believe you did all this.”

I wave away her praise. “I was planning to cook this meal for myself anyway. I just multiplied it.”

She reaches over to squeeze my hand. “Don’t minimize it. This is incredible. I can’t remember the last time anyone cooked for me.”

Now I’m blushing. “Thanks, Riley.”

She pulls her hand away and beams at Leo, who’s ignoring his plate to moon at her. My friend is smitten. I’m trying to remember if I’ve ever seen him like this before, but I don’t think I have. For as long as I’ve known him, I’ve seen him lust after people, but this? It’s different. Most people would think that would make me jealous, but I’ve never been like that. I’ve always felt that you could love more than one person at once.

When Riley lifts her fork, Leo unglues his eyes from her to meet my stare. My heart flutters when the corners of his mouth curve into a small smile: one I only see when we’re alone. It’s also another reason I don’t get jealous. What I have with him is unique and special to us. I give him my own “us only” smile back as he picks up his fork to take his first bite of steak. His eyes close and pure bliss erupts on his face.

“Goddamn, J,” he says with a groan. “You know I love your meat, but this is A++.”

Riley laughs, the sound a delight. I guess he couldn’t stay away from the sexual innuendos for more than a few minutes.

“Thanks, I tried a new reverse sear method,” I say.

“Sounds kinky,” he teases.

“You’re incorrigible.”

His icy eyes sparkle mischievously as he closes his lips around another bite. I shift in my chair, still semi-hard from hearing and thinking about their shower activities for the last hour. He knows it too; that’s why he’s looking at me like he can’t wait to eat me instead of dinner.

“So, Riley,” I say, “tell us more about yourself.”

She swallows and sips her wine. “What do you want to know?”

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

Riley almost spits out her wine, and for a second I feel bad for being so blunt. But between Leo’s innuendos, sexy stares, and watching them kiss, I’m ready to get to the heart of why we’re all here.

“Jesus, Jace,” Leo scolds, rubbing Riley’s back as she coughs, although the twinkle in his eye tells me he’s not mad about my question. Two can play at this game.

Riley wipes her mouth with a napkin. “I have to say I’ve never been asked that question, let alone at a dinner table, but I’ve also never been in this situation, either.”

My gaze intensifies as I make eye contact with her. “So? Will you answer.”

“I just turned thirty last month, I grew up in Seattle, and no, I’ve never had sex with two men at the same time before. I’ve also never had a threesome of any variety.” Her eyes turn hazy for a moment, like she’s thinking about something.

“But you’ve thought about it?” I ask, and she blushes. I continue, “If this is making you uncomfortable, I can stop.”

She shakes her head. “I mean, if I can’t talk about sex, I probably shouldn’t be having it. Let alone with two sexy men.”

Leo and I both let out a breathy laugh.

“Isn’t that what they used to say to us in school?” I ask.

“I think so.” She bites into a potato. Once she finishes, she says, “But to answer your question—yes, I’ve imagined it before. I don’t know many women who haven’t. But I can’t say it’s something I think about often, until tonight, that is.”

I peer at her over the brim of my wine glass. “Does it make you nervous?

Riley shifts in her chair, wincing a little as she does. Leo pays close attention to the movement, biting his lip as if he’s trying to stop a smile from forming. That’s when I remember the controller I have in my pocket. Leo handed it to me with a wink before he returned to Riley in the shower. He didn’t inform me of what he planned to do to her in there, but when he gave me the little black object, it didn’t take me long to figure out who would be wearing the plug that it controls.

Riley clears her throat delicately. “A little nervous. But after my shower, I’m feeling more relaxed.”

“Good, because I have another question for you.” I hum as my finger hovers over the power button of the controller. “Can I play with you a bit?”

Her eyes widen. She’s unsure of what I mean. Leo watches us in silence.

“You’ll be safe,” I say. “And I promise, it will feel good. If it doesn’t, you can tell me to stop.” I give her a warm smile and enjoy the way her breath hitches and her hand clenches around her fork.

“Okay.”

“I need a yes, Riley,” I say. My words are heavy and demanding in a way that has her squirming a bit.

After a moment, she dips her head. “Yes. You can play.”

Leo releases a small groan at her response, and Riley’s eyes dart to meet his. I use the opportunity of her distraction to have my fun. As soon as my hand hits what I know is the little plus button, Riley cries out. Leo’s face turns lustful as he watches Riley writhe, her hands reaching out to grip the edge of the table. I press the button again, increasing the vibrations just a bit.

“Oh my god,” she pants. “It’s vibrating.”

Leo strokes his hand down Riley’s back. “Sorry, Shortcake. I left that little part out.”

I lean back in my chair, pressing the button one more time just to see what she does.

“Oh fuck!” Her voice is a whine, one that says she likes it, and her protests are just a knee jerk reaction. Her hands continue to grip the table as her darkened eyes lock on mine.

“Jace—” She pauses to take a breath, and I hit the plus button to add little pulses. Another cry escapes her lips, but she doesn’t tell me to stop, which I take as a good sign. I decide to go a little further with it and hit the setting that makes it move in an edging pattern while I take another bite of steak. I want her to get lost in the sensations, to feel helpless and out of control. My nonchalant behavior is part of letting her know that I have her in the palm of my hand.

As I chew slowly, I can feel her eyes on me. If I looked into them right now I’m sure I’d see a half-assed plea for me to stop. But at the same time, she wants this. Wants to feel out of control. And I want to draw her pleasure out. As Leo knows, instant gratification isn’t really my thing. I could wait to orgasm for hours, which is super helpful when you’re playing with partners in scenes or in groups.

“Jace,” she says. “It feels…” Her voice fades, and when I look up, her eyes are squeezed shut.

“What does it feel like?” Leo asks. “Use your words, Shortcake.” At Leo’s Dom voice, my cock throbs. Fuck. He’s so sexy when he gets all demanding.

“It feels,” Riley moans, “intense.”

Leo brushes a lock of drying hair from her neck and kisses the skin he replaces there. “Intense good or bad?”

She huffs a strangled laugh. “G-good, but it’s—” I turn it up again. Riley’s head falls back and she curses. “Jace, please.”

I put my fork down. “Please what, Riley baby?”

“Please, turn it off or—” She moans again. “Or I might explode.”

I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from chuckling. Leo holds up a hand, his less than subtle way of telling me to turn it off. When I do, Riley slumps forward, taking several deep breaths.

“What do you say to Jace, Shortcake?” Leo asks, running his fingers through her hair until he’s gently pulling it.

Riley moans. “Thank you, Sir.”

Oh Jesus, she called me Sir. My eyes shoot to Leo, the shock obvious on my face. He’s grinning like a cat who caught the canary. Now I want to know exactly what happened in that bathroom. My anticipation for tonight only grows at the knowledge that Riley is into what Leo and I like. They make me want to abandon the meal I worked so hard on and fuck them both until they don’t remember their names.

I scoot forward and place my hand over the one Leo still has in Riley’s hair near the base of her skull. Leo practically purrs as I dig my short nails into the back of his hand and turn Riley’s face toward mine. I use my free hand to grasp her jaw.

“Good girl,” I praise. Riley’s sharp intake of breath only arouses me further. Her words have ignited the dominant beast inside me that’s been dormant recently.

She stares at my mouth, then back up to my hazel eyes, licking her pretty lips. Fuck. It takes everything in me not to kiss her, but I want to tease her a bit longer.

“Now, let’s finish our meal before it turns to ice,” I say, releasing her jaw and Leo’s hand before turning back to my plate as if nothing happened.

Leo exhales tensely, and I know his balls are drawn up tight. When we play together, we’ll take turns topping each other. If we have multiple partners, sometimes we will top together. Though more often than not, he’s the one that likes to dominate and I’m more than happy to oblige. I can’t remember the last time I made him crawl to me; it’s been at least a few months.

The base of my spine tingles at the prospect of owning him along with Riley—it sounds like the perfect Christmas gift. Of course, I’ll let him top her too, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have my fun with them first. And judging by Leo’s show just now, I think he wants me to take the lead. I know him better than I know myself, and vice versa. He’s ready to let go for a bit. Thank fuck.

I put another piece of steak in my mouth and dare a glance at Riley. She’s staring at her half-eaten plate, fingers still gripping the table. Leo’s assessing her carefully, his hand now on her inner thigh. Eventually, her eyes blink and she shifts in her chair, no doubt trying to ease the fullness of the plug in her ass. I follow her movements as she picks up her fork and spears a piece of asparagus. She opens her mouth, her smiling eyes meeting mine. I watch with rapture as she slides the long green vegetable between her lips then playfully bites off the tip, making sure to show her straight white teeth as she does it.

The action has me laughing and shifting in my own chair.

This woman is trouble.