Two

Stevie had come outside to check onStone. Not because she'd sensed Stone's fury when he bounded off the couch, although that was true. Not because she'd heard raised voices, although that was also true. And not because she feared they would throw down in the front yard, although that definitely was true.

No, she'd come outside because it was that or potentially end up becoming Chelsea's sounding board. While she had nothing against Stone's sister, Stevie wasn't interested in hearing her talk shit about Nico. She'd heard more than her share during her previous visits to the Jamesons' home and a couple of times in the cafeteria at school. Evidently, when you were dating Chelsea's brother, you were automatically dropped into the bucket labeled: likes to listen to Chelsea rant.

Again, Stevie had nothing against the girl, but it wasn't easy pretending she was okay when Chelsea berated her best friend's brother.

So, yeah, she'd slipped outside before that could happen.

When she didn't find Stone in the front yard, she headed for the side of the house. She heard voices, so she moved toward them.

The first thing she noticed was the stuff strode over the ground—a teddy bear, a jacket, something gold that glittered as she passed. As soon as she rounded the end of Nico's truck, she came to an abrupt halt. She was expecting to see confrontation, but she didn't anticipate finding Stone pressed against Nico, a firestorm of electricity pulsing in the air around them.

More than that, she didn't expect the reaction she had to seeing them like that. Especially not the reaction she had when she realized they weren't fighting but rather … well, she wasn't sure what they were doing, but she recognized sexual dominance on Stone's face when she saw it. It was something she would likely see in all her fantasies for the foreseeable future.

Was she surprised Stone was directing all that heat and energy at Nico? No. She knew Stone was bisexual. His reputation preceded him. As soon as word got out that she was dating Stone Jameson, she'd been inundated with warnings.

Stone has no experience being someone's boyfriend.

Stone doesn't know the meaning of monogamy.

Stone likes playing the field too much.

Stone prefers guys to girls.

Stone prefers girls to guys.

Stone prefers both at the same time.

Stone prefers orgies in the gym.

Okay, so the last one was definitely bullshit because her best friend Niyah was the one who used the retort when someone else was going on about what a horrible choice Stone Jameson would be for any girl. Niyah always had her back.

As for the rest… It was endless the amount of crap people spewed in this town, but she'd grown up here, so she expected it. Because of that, she'd taken it all in stride, choosing to use Stone's actions as a guide rather than all the bullshit people said. And yeah, being the type who wanted to know the truth, she'd confronted him about it. Namely, the part about him preferring guys to girls. Stone hadn't been offended by her curiosity. In fact, they'd talked about it at length which had helped her understand. To a degree. According to him, it wasn't a switch he flipped. He was attracted to people, not necessarily gender. He didn't crave one over the other.

And yes, she might've pushed the issue a time or two when they were intimate because Stone Jameson turned her on like no one else. When it came to dirty talk, Stone knew just the right words to say and the right scenes to set to get her engine revving. The first time he mentioned bringing another guy into the mix, she'd gone up in flames. She'd even added it to her bucket list, and she'd told him as much.

But that had been foreplay. That had been a way to fan the flames.

This… this was on a whole other level. Not once had Stevie considered that it might one day become a reality. It was sex talk. People said shit in the heat of the moment, right? She damn sure hadn't expected how hot it would be to witness an intimate moment between two guys. The idea of it was one thing, but no one told her how this scenario might make her break into a sweat.

Stone and Nico.

Wow.

It was a scene pulled right out of one of her wildest, dirtiest fantasies.

Here she was with a front-row seat, and her body was screaming for her to encourage them to do more. Stevie couldn't explain it. Did that mean she was broken? Was it wrong that her insides went from simmer to boil instantly? Did it make her a pervert that she had this overwhelming urge to watch them?

She figured the answers could go either way, depending on who you asked. But if it made her a freak, she didn't care—not at the moment, anyway. She'd always thought Nico was sexy and not just on the outside. He was smart and funny, and … okay, yeah, he was definitely easy on the eyes. But he was her best friend's brother, and everyone knew that meant she never had a shot with him.

"Come here, Stevie," Stone said, his gaze sweeping over to her.

She didn't hesitate. She came around the truck, approaching slowly, taking it all in. The way Stone's big body was pressed intimately against Nico's. It was such a dominant position to be in. The way he was holding Nico down, not allowing him to move. That was one thing she loved about Stone. He was the aggressor, and though she hadn't realized she enjoyed that sort of thing until she started dating him, he'd certainly shown her how good it could be.

"Give me your keys," Stone told Nico.

Nico's eyebrows slammed down. "For what?"

"So I can go get some ice cream," he retorted snidely. "What the fuck do you think I want ‘em for? To pull your truck in the barn. You want Chelsea comin' out and seein' that you're still here?"

Nico dug in his pocket and pulled out his keys, passing them to Stone.

Palming them, Stone turned to her. He moved closer, tipping her chin up with one finger so she was forced to look into his eyes.

Even that move turned her on.

"You good with this?"

Although she wasn't exactly sure what this was, Stevie nodded. She was too curious not to.

He leaned in and kissed her. Lightly at first, but as was usually the case, he didn't stop there. That sexy rumble sounded in his throat as his tongue slipped into her mouth. His hand moved to her ass, his fingers teasing under the hem of her shorts. She kissed him back, her nipples pebbling as warmth spread throughout her body.

"Anytime you wanna stop this, we can."

She smiled, feeling empowered because he was seeking her approval. "I'm good."

And oddly enough, that was true. She was turned on and curious about where this might lead.

"Take him up to the hay loft. I'll be up in just a second." Stone turned back to Nico. "Unless you're havin' second thoughts."

Nico looked at her, and Stevie knew she couldn't hide how hot this was making her. His eyes narrowed only slightly before he looked at Stone.

Nico shook his head. "No second thoughts."

"Good. Then go."

When Stone started picking up the stuff on the ground and tossing it into the bed of Nico's truck, Nico started walking. Stevie followed, pretending it wasn't weird that Nico kept glancing over his shoulder. Once looking at her. Another at the house. Again, at her.

"Is this some kinda game he's playin'?" Nico asked when they were inside the cool interior of what used to be a barn. Now it was merely a bunch of mostly rotted wood that still managed to remain upright. The Jamesons used it as extra storage and a place for Stone and his siblings to park their vehicles.

"Stone doesn't play games," she told Nico, taking the lead and going toward the ladder to the hay loft.

She didn't hesitate. As she climbed, her body warmed even more. She wouldn't pretend she didn't know what was going to happen. She might've been a virgin when she met Stone, but that didn't mean she was clueless. Stone Jameson was responsible for every orgasm she'd ever had, and he was the first guy she'd been physically intimate with, but she had plenty of guy friends and they liked to talk, so she knew all about desires such as this.

Granted, most of her guy friends talked about getting it on with two girls at the same time. Apparently, that was every teenage boy's fantasy. Because of that, she was a little uncertain about the logistics, especially since she was pretty sure Nico was only into girls. Or at least that was what she'd thought before she saw him and Stone all but kissing. Whatever his preference, she figured she could go with the flow. Especially if it meant she could be with the untamed bad boy who'd captured her heart so completely and her best friend's brother, whom she'd been secretly crushing on for the past few years.

Only two people knew about Stevie's crush. Nico's sister, Niyah, because best friends shared everything. And Stone because he'd pried all her dirty secrets out one by one, promising and delivering orgasms with each one she told him. Since she happened to be quite fond of orgasms, she didn't stand a chance against Stone's interrogation techniques.

Stevie slipped through the square opening, using her arms to heft herself, then pulling her legs up. She backed up, giving Nico room to do the same.

He gracefully followed, making it look effortless to lift his body like that.

God, he was hot. He wasn't as big as Stone, not as tall or as broad, but he was packed with muscle, and she loved to watch the way his body flexed beneath the soft cotton of his T-shirt.

"You two done this before?" Nico asked when he reached the loft.

Stevie moved back, keeping away from the boards along the edge. The rest of the loft was sturdy, and she figured that was Stone's doing. Or maybe CJ's or even Chelsea's. They all used this loft to hang out with their friends. It was no secret that they came up here to make out. Stone had admitted as much the first time he brought her up here, on her birthday last year.

He'd told her that at one point, the loft had been open to the space below—which was why they called it a loft—but Donovan had put up plywood walls for privacy. There was a single window, but the glass was so grimy that not much light filtered through. A string of multi-colored Christmas lights had been secured along the ceiling, which lit the space enough to see and added a bit of ambiance.

"Do what before?" she asked, crawling over to sit on one of the foam mattresses covering the floor.

There were three, each wrapped in those waterproof covers that zipped around them, the crinkly plastic concealed by colorful fitted sheets. Stone said his mother did that to ensure nothing crawled inside them. It seemed odd that Deborah Jameson was okay with them hanging out up there, especially with mattresses and pillows, but Stevie figured that was because she didn't know what they actually did while in this space.

As for the potential rodents … that had freaked her out a little, but Stone assured her there weren't mice in the barn—at least not that he knew of. She'd never seen any, thank God.

Because the hay loft was the official Jameson hangout, it had gained a few items over the years: a television and a stand to hold it, a DVD player, several movies, most of which were no longer in their cases, and even a lava lamp that didn't work. It needed a new bulb, and no one cared enough to get one.

"Whatever he's about to do," Nico answered.

Stevie smiled.

Nico's eyebrows lowered. "Tell me he doesn't make you—"

"Make me?" She snorted, meeting his gaze so he would know she was telling the truth. "Stone doesn't make me do anything."

"And you're okay with this?"

Again, she didn't know what this was. Not exactly. But she nodded.

"Prove it."

The directive didn't come from Nico. It came from Stone as he pulled himself up into the loft. He reached for the square board they used to cover the hole, pulling it toward him until they were sealed in.

"How do I do that?" she asked, smiling as he crawled over to her.

Every time she looked at Stone, Stevie fought the urge to drool. She'd never met a sexier guy in her life. Everything about Stone got her hot and bothered. His dark hair, those hazel eyes that glimmered with mischief. She loved that he was so freaking tall and the layers of muscle that covered his enormous frame. But it was that sexy drawl that made her heart beat harder.

"Strip," he told her.

Stevie giggled because there was a gleam in his eye. He wasn't serious, but he wanted Nico to think he was. Before she could say anything, Stone started laughing as he looked at Nico's wide eyes and unhinged jaw.

"Jesus, man. What? Did you think I was just gonna bring you both up here and fuck you blind?"

Nico's eyebrows pinched, his gaze shifting between them.

Stevie sat cross-legged on one of the mattresses, grabbing a small pillow and putting it in her lap.

Stone jerked his chin toward the television that sat on an old wooden crate. "We're gonna watch a movie, dude."

"Seriously?"

"Don't tell me you and Chelsea never came up here just to hang out."

Nico's eyes widened.

"Really? Y'all never just chilled?"

Nico shook his head.

Stone laughed. "Well, that's what we're gonna do. For now."

Nico looked at her, then back at Stone. "Okay."

"Unless you want me to whip out my dick and shove it in your mouth right now?"

Nico's eyes flashed hot. Stevie's breath caught in her throat.

"Didn't think so." Stone moved behind her. "Come here, baby."

Stone took a couple of pillows and propped them behind him before he leaned back and pulled her between his legs. She relaxed against him, watching Nico as Stone wrapped his arms around her.

"Get comfy, Daugherty. You'll get yours. I promise."

It took about two hours before Nico lost that shocked look. Stone had flipped through the cable channels, watching bits and pieces of several movies, never settling on one. He'd also snuck down to the house and returned with tacos and soft drinks, which they'd devoured. He brought popcorn, too, and J?germeister, which he'd stolen from his parents' liquor cabinet. The single, unpopped bag of microwave popcorn sat in a bowl on top of the microwave in the corner in case they wanted it later, but they'd cracked open the liquor and took turns taking shots. It was the grossest thing Stevie had ever tasted, but after the first two shots, it went down smoothly and gave her the liquid courage she needed.

Stevie was once again sitting in front of Stone, her back to his chest as she reclined against him. Nico had finally joined them, propped with his back against the wall beside Stone. He was close enough that Stevie could touch his leg but she didn't. At least, she hadn't meant to. That was Stone's doing.

His big hand covered hers, their fingers linking. The next thing she knew, he was moving her hand, sliding it over Nico's rock-hard thigh. She watched the movement at first, then looked at Nico. He was doing the same, his hooded eyes pinned on the point where she was touching him.

"You two ever … do anything?" Stone asked.

Stevie tilted her head, trying to look at him, but she couldn't in her position.

"No," Nico answered.

"You ever want to?" His question was directed at Nico.

Nico didn't answer.

"She's the sexiest woman in Coyote Ridge, man," Stone told him, his voice low and seductive, yet casual. Like he was making small talk. "Don't tell me you never thought about it."

Stone's chin brushed her temple when he looked back at her. "It was all I could think about the first time I saw you."

Her heart thumped hard in her chest.

"The first time I heard your voice, I knew it wouldn't be the last."

Again, his voice was low, with a hint of reverence. If she hadn't already been in love with him, she would be now.

"Any guy in this town would give his left nut just for a few minutes of your time, baby."

God, she loved it when he called her baby. It made her warm in naughty places.

Stone looked at Nico. "Tell me you don't want her."

"She's my sister's best friend."

"Yeah. And?"

"And nothin'," Nico grumbled, his gaze sliding to her briefly before dropping.

"Does he know you've had a crush on him for years?" Stone asked her.

Stevie felt her cheeks grow warm. She shook her head.

Stone chuckled. "He does now."

She felt Nico's eyes on her, but she couldn't look at him, choosing instead to keep her gaze fixed on the television.

They were silent for a bit as they watched TV. Stevie wasn't paying any attention to what was on the screen. She was more focused on the way Stone's fingers dragged across the bare skin of her side beneath her shirt, his other hand guiding hers on Nico's leg, moving it every so often. Nico was wearing shorts, so every now and then the crisp hair on his legs would tease her fingertips, causing tingles to race up her arm.

"You want me to change the channel?" Stone whispered in her ear.

Her eyes slid to the television, and she realized he had the menu open. Highlighted was one of the pornographic channels they'd watched before.

Stevie had seen porn before, both on screen and in magazines. She and Niyah had found Nico's stash in his room a couple of years ago. Every day for a month, they went into his room and flipped through the images while he wasn't home. As soon as they heard his truck pull up, they would shove the contraband back under his mattress and run to Niyah's room, giggling uncontrollably.

But those images didn't hold a candle to the hardcore stuff she'd watched on this television with Stone. His interests went far beyond naked women in provocative poses.

"Yes," she whispered, her chest beginning to rise and fall more rapidly.

"You haven't seen this one yet," Stone told her, his breath fanning her ear. "It's got two guys and one girl. You sure?"

Her pussy clenched with anticipation because she knew what she would see. "Yes," she repeated.

Stone clicked the button on the remote and started the movie. Granted, movie was a loose term for what played on the screen. There was zero plot, but she figured the viewer didn't much care. She certainly didn't.

"You good?" Stone asked Nico.

"Yeah," he said gruffly, his leg twitching.

Stevie didn't mean to do it, but she moved her hand along the inner part of his knee without Stone guiding her.

"It's okay, baby." Stone unlinked their fingers. "Touch him."

She kept her eyes glued to the television while her hand wandered along the inside of Nico's leg. She was nervous, but she didn't pull away. That being said, she exhaled her relief when Nico's hand covered hers. He didn't guide her; he just kept his palm over hers as she grew bolder, moving higher along his inner thigh, her pinky teasing the edge of his boxer briefs.

She didn't rush, listening to the way his breaths became more labored the higher she went. When the edge of her pinky glided along the hard ridge pressing against the cotton, he sucked in a heavy breath.

Stone swept her hair back, his mouth gliding along the shell of her ear. "You sure about this?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Yes."

"If at any point you wanna stop, I want you to tell me."

She nodded.

"Promise me, baby."

She sensed his hesitation, but she wanted to reassure him. This was what she wanted.

Stevie sat up, then turned in his arms, getting to her knees. His legs shifted together so she could straddle his thighs, her arms wreathing his neck.

"I promise," she whispered against his lips.

Stone growled low in his throat as he kissed her, his hand pressing against her lower back, holding her, allowing her to grind her pussy against his erection. She wished they were naked because she wanted to feel him moving inside her. She couldn't seem to get enough of him. Whenever she was around him, she was turned on. She'd never had this overwhelming, all-consuming reaction to any guy before, but Stone assured her it was normal.

His fingers tickled along her side, moving higher, across her back, her shoulder, along her arm. He took her wrist, unlinking her arms from his neck and guiding her hand back to Nico's leg.

"You're in control right now."

"I don't wanna be," she told him.

"No?"

She shook her head.

His hazel eyes shimmered with heat. "What do you want, baby?"

Her lips brushed his again as she rocked her hips, trying to get friction on her clit. She wanted him to take control, to dictate her pleasure, as he liked to say. As much as she wished she was bold enough to say it aloud, the words wouldn't come.

She loved every single second of every single encounter, but it was the times when Stone took complete control of her that she craved the most. Her favorite were the times when he was rough with her. She enjoyed play-fighting with him, allowing him to overpower her. Which he did easily. Those times were by far the most incredible. There was something freeing about giving him control, letting him own her.

His mouth moved closer to her ear. "You want me to control you."

It wasn't a question, but she nodded, a gasp slipping past her lips. She was going up in flames and he had barely touched her.

Stone pulled back, meeting her gaze. His eyes bounced over her face, and she knew he was gauging her response, ensuring he was understanding correctly. And that right there was the reason Nico's question earlier had been preposterous. The thought of Stone making her do anything was ridiculous. There was a big difference between force and dominate. Stone had taught her that. He'd promised her he would never force her to do anything, but if she were willing to give up control, he would definitely dominate.

He leaned in and kissed her chin, nudging her head back. His lips glided down her neck, then back up, along her jaw toward her ear again.

"Do you want to kiss him, Stevie?" he whispered.

She nodded.

"Then do it. Kiss him while I watch."

His cock was hard as steel between her legs, but she swore she felt it harden more. The idea that it turned him on only made her hotter.

Pulling back, Stevie looked at Nico. He was watching her, his eyes glazed. She'd known him a long time. Not once had she ever seen that look on his face. Pure lust glittered in his blue eyes.

Once again, that rush of empowerment flooded her veins, and she found herself wanting to take charge, to make the first move.

She shifted her legs so that she was straddling one of Stone's thighs and one of Nico's, then kept going, moving over so that she was on Nico's lap, straddling his thighs. His hands shifted to her hips. She felt the strength in them even as he kept his touch gentle. Like he was holding himself back. That thrilled her. The idea he wanted her ... it caused her blood to heat to boiling.

Thank God for J?germeister. It was giving her the courage she needed to take what they were offering.

Stevie cupped Nico's face, holding his stare as she leaned in. His eyes never left hers as his breath fanned her lips. For only a brief moment did she feel guilty, concerned that Chelsea was going to be pissed if she ever found out. Which she would, no doubt. Stevie knew she should care, but at the moment, she couldn't bring herself to.

She could feel Stone watching them, and the thrill of that ricocheted off her nerve endings, causing her skin to tingle.

Leaning in, Stevie went slow, holding Nico's stare, wondering if he would kiss her first or even at all. This man was not a stranger to her. She knew Nico better than she knew Stone. He'd been in her life since the fourth grade, ever since she became BFFs with Niyah. Stevie had been to the Daugherty's house, spent the night so many times. She'd had a crush on Nico for the longest time, but aside from those brief, erotic conversations she had with Stone about him, she rarely thought about him. Not since the day she met Stone. She had no room for any other man because Stone was the only one for her. And until this moment, he'd been the only one she wanted to kiss for the rest of her life.

"Stevie," Nico whispered, his hand sliding up her back, beneath her T-shirt. Warm, firm, confident.

She tilted her head, angling her lips so they covered his. The kiss was a light brush of their mouths, nothing more for several seconds. She felt the slightly swollen corner where Stone had hit him and tried to pull back, not wanting to hurt him. Nico had other ideas because his warm hand tightened across her back, his lips parting, the tip of his tongue sliding along her lower lip. Hesitantly, she greeted his tongue with her own, exploring this new endeavor. And then he was kissing her, the hand on her back pressing her closer, his other hand sliding up her thigh, his fingertips slipping beneath her shorts, his tongue dancing with hers as though they'd been doing this for a long time.

A soft groan sounded. She wasn't sure whether it was Nico or Stone or both. It didn't matter because she was floating on a wave of intense pleasure as Nico's hands moved, pulling her closer until her breasts were crushed to his chest. As with Stone, she fit perfectly, like she'd been made for him.

Stone moved, but she didn't stop kissing Nico. She didn't want to. The feelings that washed over her were intense. An emotional and physical rush that made her lightheaded.

And then there was warmth at her back. She was aware of the hardness of Stone's thighs as they pressed against her butt. He was behind her, straddling Nico's legs, molding himself to her as his arms came around her, his hands sliding beneath her T-shirt. His callused fingers scraped sensually against her belly, and her nipples tightened.

She felt Stone's lips on her neck, and she gasped, pulling back from Nico as the pleasure doubled. It was almost too much, the two of them touching her like this.

Nico was no longer a placeholder. He lifted the hem of her shirt, raising it, forcing her to lift her arms so he could remove it. She did, and before her arms lowered, Stone had unhooked her bra and was letting it slide down her arms.

A soft gasp escaped Nico as he stared at her breasts, licking his lips as though he couldn't wait to taste her.

Stone's hands grazed her ribs as they moved upward before cupping her breasts. Her breasts didn't come close to filling his hands, but Stone told her he loved her tits. Not because of their size but because of how sensitive they were. She leaned into him when he pinched her nipples, plucking them until they were so tight she felt an invisible tug on her clit.

"Tell me you haven't thought about what she tastes like," Stone told Nico.

Nico's eyes lifted, his gaze finding Stone over her shoulder. He didn't respond, but he leaned forward. When Stone stopped pinching her nipples, Nico licked the pebbled nub once, then drew circles with the tip of his tongue.

Stevie whimpered. "Oh, God."

"Feel good?" Stone whispered, his words directed toward her ear.

"Yes."

"It's so fuckin' hot to see his mouth on you. To watch him suck your tits."

Stevie gasped, his dirty words adding to the sensation.

That seemed to spur Nico because he took her into his mouth, sucking more firmly, his tongue flicking over her nipple. When he released her, it was so he could do the same with her other breast. Stone was still cupping her, offering her to Nico.

The eroticism of it made her pussy clench tightly. Nothing had ever felt this good. The intensity of it scared her. More so, her desire for it to never stop.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this wasn't normal. A man who loved you wasn't supposed to share you. And vice versa. If you loved someone, you weren't supposed to want someone else.

Yet here she was, aching for them to give her more. Desperate for them to ease the throbbing that was growing stronger by the second. And she didn't care about right or wrong. She couldn't.

Surely nothing that felt this good could be that bad, right?