Nathan awoke to predictably find a cold spot next to him. Glancing at the clock, Rayne would have already been up for two hours, preparing breakfast. Never one to have eaten before eleven in the past, but with Rayne he could see the joy it brought her to take care of him. And therefore, he would eat at three in the morning if it made her happy.

The delicious scent of her Wednesday morning extravaganza floated through the air. A full English breakfast would be on the menu for today, as every Wednesday since they moved to the Hamptons.

Throwing off the bedcover, he climbed from their bed, stretching and yawning until his jaw clicked. Standing, his fingers adjusted his cock as it brazenly jogged before him as he made his way to their bathroom.

Shutting the door, he flipped on the shower before brushing his teeth whilst the water heated. His eyes scanned the bathroom. Rayne had a passion like no other for bathrooms, and this large-ultra girly bathroom didn't bother him in the slightest.

It was practically filled with every feminine frill and delight a woman could wish for, and as always arranged in small clusters of six. It was the room he had totally redesigned when she agreed to share his home. Everything as she'd requested, no cost spared. He couldn't help but smile at the memory of her face when he had led her in here with her eyes closed for the first time.

Putting his toothbrush away, he stepped inside their huge Italian tiled shower. As the water ran down his body, he quickly worked a lather over his needy, hard length. Thoughts of the night before flashed behind closed eyes. Rayne had been nothing short of amazing. Her perfect mouth, her desire to please him had him tugging hard and fast at his searing slippery flesh. He gritted his teeth and held back the moan that threatened to shred his throat.

His balls drew tight and his ass clenched, widening his stance. Bracing his upper body so that his forehead rested on his forearm now fixed across the wall of tile before him. His calf muscles flexed as his spine tightened. Almost grunting through his teeth, he was nearly there. 

Unexpected images of not only him and Rayne naked. But now came forward his brother as he visualized Jax feeding his cock into Rayne's willing mouth, whilst she offered up her sweet little pink cunt to him.

"Oh, fuck!"

His minx zeroed in on the idea of Jax fucking Rayne's small mouth, filling her completely without restraint. Greedily he mind-fucked the image and come was suddenly bursting from his cock with the force speeding train.

Nathan panted and slowed his breath. Letting his head relax, now realising he wouldn't be able to hold his true self back for much longer. The beast within had been caged, dormant. He felt the shift inside him, the naked image of the three of them had woken it, knowing it wouldn't settle for less.

But would Rayne welcome another person into their relationship, or would she run for the hills? Submissive, he was now sure that was in her nature, but open-minded to allow herself to be truly free—that he wasn't sure of...yet.

Only time could deliver him an answer.

~ ~

Dressed and ready for his day, Nathan ventured downstairs, heading directly to the kitchen. Rayne was busy laying the table in her usual perfectionist way. Surprisingly, Jaxon was already up, sipping from his coffee as his eyes followed Rayne. Smiling, he cleared his throat to alert them both to his presence.

Rayne's head shot up; offering a smile so bright it could warm the coldest of rooms.

Jaxon flicked his head in his direction. "Mornin' Nate."

Rayne turned to retrieve the freshly brewed pot of coffee, as a warm hand engulfed hers, pulling her towards Nathan. Her breasts pressed flush against his firm chest, his warm hands slid around over her hips, digging his fingers in, but not too tightly.

"How is my beautiful Rayne-drop this morning?" The image from the shower elevated his breathing, as her nipples hardened against his chest.

Rayne looked up to meet those eyes she loved so much. Just his look alone sent throbs of need straight down to her tummy and lower. She could feel her panties damped as his green eyes darkened with desire for her. She was sure he must have sensed her need as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, inhaling her sweet smell. "Later, dirty girl," he whispered a promise.

A shiver ran the length of her body, her heart beating to the familiar dance whenever he would clasp her tightly, as if to claim his right to her. She felt him harden against her tummy, as he pulled his head back and ran a knuckle down her cheek. Blinking, she remembered they had a guest. "Wonderful Nathan. How are you today?"

"I'm better than ever," he answered grinning, changing the atmosphere in a flash, he planted a small kiss on her nose. "Smells divine Rayne." 

She wriggled from his grasp. "Sit, sit. Breakfast is ready."

Sitting at the head of the table with Jax to his right, Rayne quickly served him his morning coffee before returning two with filled serving dishes.

Jaxon watched with interest the interaction between Nate and Rayne. He swallowed down the rise of envy expanding in his gut. Last night had been difficult enough as he was sure he heard moans of pleasure floating down the hall into his room. Taunting him of the delights his brother indulged, one that had not been offered to him. 

He had purposely risen from his bed an hour earlier so he could interact with Rayne before Nathan rose from his slumber, to see for any subtle telltale signs of a sexual encounter—unsure why. Although the rational part of his brain had apparently given up trying to question his reasoning where this beautiful woman was concerned. But one thing he knew for sure he had never been so captivated or wanting to gorge himself on another persons presence the way he wanted to with Rayne.

And today was the same as the day before. With no doubt, the love and sexual tension between them was both obvious and sobering. Perhaps staying here for the week might not be the best idea. Could he sit and watch the love and devotion they shared, listen to their throes of passion?

His attention was once again drawn to Rayne as she served them breakfast. He wished for the first time in his life that he had found her first and perhaps kept her all for himself. Everything about this small woman was appealing, lighting a desire inside him he did not recognize. The very thought of touching her, having her naked beneath him. His name on her lips...

The throb in his erection nudged against his jeans, almost uncomfortably. Attempting to adjust, he subtly rearranged his cock. Flicking his gaze at Nate, he couldn't help but be aware of the smug look reflecting. What was he so happy about?

"What are your plans today, Jaxon?" addressed Rayne, whilst spooning six small fried mushrooms onto her plate, arranging them precisely around the crispy bacon.

"Sorry?" Snapped from his thoughts.  "I missed that." He looked at Rayne as she repeated the question. "Oh, I'm not sure. But don't let me get in the way or your routine or chores. I can busy myself."

Rayne recalled the conversation the night before with Nathan, requesting she spend time with Jaxon, get to know him, and to remember whatever she felt there was to be no shame whether they be her thoughts or feelings. She didn't quite understand Nathan's thinking, but he seemed insistent on the point—no shame.

"Well, once I've cleaned up here, Nathan has kindly given me the day off to spend time with you." Eyes wide and waiting, his lack of response was worrying. Seconds ticked over. "That's only if you want Jaxon, if you have plans, I—" she backtracked.

It surprised Jaxon, threw him off kilter. What was his brother up to? He double blinked before answering. "No, I mean yes, that would be great."

Rayne's smile lit up her entire face, knowing it would please Nathan. And she wanted to please Nathan. "So, what would you like to do today? Or rather, what do you enjoy doing?" Tilting her head, she waited. The warmth to her hand was welcome as Nathan's hand engulfed hers, squeezing reassuringly.

They surprised Jaxon as he again looked at Nate, to see his brow cocked, waiting for a reply.

What did he want to do? Surely that was a loaded question. His mind answered loud and clear— For starters slowly undress you, kiss and lick every inch of that smooth alabaster skin, bury myself in those enticing breasts, and then fuck your tight pussy until you only scream my name. "I don't know, it's been so long since I've had any free time to myself."

Nathan seized the moment. "Why don't you both head down to the harbor. You love to sail and teach Rayne how to sail?" Well aware of Jaxon's weakness for sailing. It was the only reason he kept a boat on standby. "She's a beauty, I'm sure you'll agree."

Rayne was as always eager to please others. "I don't know how to sail, but I'll happily follow your instruction. I'm an excellent student." Her grey eyes glinted with delight as she waited for his reply. 

On his own with Rayne, could he keep his hands to himself? He would have too; Nathan hadn't mentioned sharing Rayne. He played down his own excitement of the day ahead. "Yeah, sure, how can I say no? And Nate's not wrong, I love sailing. But can I steal some clothes—I'm wearing yesterday's."

"Sure, help yourself. Rayne will show you where everything is." Nathan skimmed his attention between Rayne and Jaxon. "Great, that settles in then. Just make sure you look after my little Rayne-drop Jax. I don't want her getting hurt."

Jaxon held his gaze before his eyes switched to Rayne's. "I could never hurt her; she'll have my eyes on her all day." How little did she know his words were his truth? Her cheeks flushed pink under his declaration.

~ ~

Following breakfast, Jaxon followed his brother outside to his car. "So before you head out, is there anything I need to worry about?"

Nathan turned, facing his brother head on. "Worry about what exactly. You've sailed before, many times, you're an accomplished sailor, Jax?"

Jaxon shoved his hands into his pockets and looked back towards the house before giving his full attention to Nathan. "Rayne? This whole sailing thing.  I don't want to freak her out and you said change of routine can be difficult for her. What if she has an episode—Or becomes upset?"

"True, changes to her routines cause her issues.  But weirdly I find when she is blissfully unfamiliar with something—like sailing, then she will listen and follow anything you ask of her.  Rayne will want to make you happy Jax, it's in her nature." He opened his car door before turning back to Jaxon. "But, if she should have a wobble, then be firm.  Rayne reacts positively to firm command; it snaps from any dark thoughts."

Jaxon nodded his head thoughtfully, taking in every word of advice. And although he relished the idea of spending the day with Rayne... alone, it worried him in equal amounts.   He had no desire to upset or cause distress. He felt obliged to ask, although hoping not to encourage a change in the day's plans.  "Sure, you don't want to skip work, come with?"

Nathan could sense Jax's inner turmoil. He shook his head. "As I've said. I want you and Rayne to spend time together, get to know one another." He paused, not wanting to directly come out and say anything obvious to his hopes. If there was ever going to be a future for them all together. He would have to step back and see if Rayne and Jax got there on their own without him pushing, as he had always done in the past.  "Listen Jax, I trust you to look after her and not hurt her."

"I would never hurt her—" pausing. "She'll be safe with me on the boat."

"I wasn't referring to the boat Jax." And without another word he got into his car, leaving Jaxon to ponder his words.