Trouble at the Treble T by Desiree Holt Read Free Book Online Page B

swept everywhere, dancing with hers. As Justin pumped his hips faster, Mark increased the movement of his tongue so that they were fucking her in two places like a well-choreographed ballet.
    Mark’s tongue was so deep in her throat she could barely breathe, but the slide of it over her skin was intensely exciting. She gave Mark back as good as she got. Justin continued to drive into her, harder and faster, his cock thickening even more. As he neared his release, he gasped out, “Please tell us you’re on the pill.”
    “Mmm,” was all she could manage with her mouth consumed by Mark’s.
    “All…right, then.”
    He barely got the words out before Marti felt the spurt of his release in her, and that triggered her own climax. Justin grasped her by the waist and pulled her hard against him while her pussy clamped down on him, milking his cock, sucking him deep inside her passage. She clung to his shoulders for dear life as the spasms rocketed through her, shaking her, the water around them swirling with their movements.
    Marti closed her eyes as she spiralled out, the tremors finally easing until they subsided. Cade and Mark eased her legs down. Each slid an arm around her, cupped a breast and soothed her until her body relaxed again. Justin leant forward and brushed his mouth over hers. He kissed the belly button ring again then smiled at her, that sexy Thompson smile.
    “You’re a winner, Marti.”
    She certainly hoped so, especially for one of the Thompson brothers. Cade. The oldest. The hottest. The one she’d focussed on from the day she’d first met all three of them. Now she had to work hard not to let it show. That wasn’t the way they played. It was all of them or none of them, a fact that gave her a tiny stab of regret.
    What the hell, Marti? This is the way you like it. You changing direction all of a sudden?
    She smiled back at Justin and pushed the errant thoughts from her mind.
     
    * * * *
     
    Mark had taken drinks from the refrigerator in the outdoor kitchen—beer for the men, a wine cooler for Marti—and they relaxed and recovered at the side of the pool, their faces flushed with the heat of sexual activity and anticipation of what was yet to come. Marti laughed and joked with them, obviously comfortable and at ease with the situation. Cade would have given a month’s receipts from the ranch to know how she’d got to this point in her life for her to be so at ease with the situation.
    On top of that, he was doing his best to control an unfamiliar feeling that he vaguely recognised as jealousy. He couldn’t remember ever being jealous of his brothers in his life…except for the time he’d broken his leg and they’d got to go into San Antonio to watch the Spurs play while he had to stay home. The three of them had played their games with a list of women longer than he cared to think about without the green-eyed monster ever creeping in.
    Oh sure, they’d all agreed that one of these days—sometime in the distant future—they’d need to think about settling down, getting married. But no one had yet figured out how they’d be able to adjust their sexual appetites to accommodate that. Not to mention the fact that it would take a pretty special woman to agree to their situation.
    Maybe it was turning thirty-six last month—seeing forty stare him in the face—and realising he needed some structure to his life. Maybe he was just tired of the same vapid females they brought to the ranch.
    Or maybe—shit, he could hardly even think about this—it had something to do with Marti herself. The minute she’d walked into Treble Shooters to meet with the three of them about the job, he’d felt an electrified connection that he’d never had with anyone else. It wasn’t just the physical appeal. Truth be told, some of the women they’d played with might have been more beautiful. Maybe. But Marti was the whole package—looks, brains and a vibrant personality. A sense of self he found missing in