She didn’t know how long she watched him, holding onto the edge of her own orgasm by a slim margin.
Finally his eyes reopened. “Suck me now, baby. I want to come in your mouth.”
She didn’t hesitate. She shot to a seated position on the edge of the chaise. Keeping her legs spread, she repositioned the vibrator as she opened her mouth and let his cock slip between her lips. Sucking him deep, she held him there, letting her tongue rasp against the slickness of his skin. He stilled for several seconds, head thrown back, the sound of his rough breathing scraping the air around them.
But she couldn’t wait that long. She moved, pulling back until only the head rested behind her lips, swirling the tip of her tongue over the slit.
He smelled like clean male, tasted salty and hot. She let herself work him with abandon, shoving all reservations aside. She didn’t want to rush, she wanted to savor.
She didn’t feel like she had to perform. Instead, she let herself revel in the sensations.
And between the vibrator and the powerful sense that she controlled his desire, a raging orgasm built low in her body.
Increasing the action of her mouth on his cock, she sucked him hard, her cheeks hollowing. She shivered as he groaned, his fingers curling into her hair. The slight burn on her scalp heightened her desire.
She wanted him to come harder than he ever had before. He was in her power.
She dipped down on him again, relaxing her throat so she could take him even deeper. Then she swallowed and heard him swear in a guttural tone that tugged low in her pussy.
She tried to smile but couldn’t, her mouth stretched around his cock. As she returned to the tip, she used her teeth to scrape against the skin, making his shaft jerk.
His hips began to move, shallow thrusts as he held her head steady. She let him fuck her mouth, content for now to know he enjoyed this. She concentrated on pleasuring herself, teasing her clit until she teetered on the edge but pulling the vibrator away just before she hit completion.
They did that dance for countless minutes, lost in a sexual haze.
Was it the sheer decadence of the situation that made this so much more exciting? And did it matter?
No. All that mattered was the pleasure. Giving. Taking. Making this man come. The power in that.
With a groan, he began to thrust harder, his heightened sense of urgency infecting her, as well.
When he growled low in his throat, she swore it reverberated in his cock, against her tongue. Then his hands stilled, holding her steady as his cock jerked in her mouth and he came.
His fluid hit her tongue and she swallowed the salty essence as she tilted the vibrator at just the right angle and let herself explode.
Chapter Three
Holy Christ.
Erik had to bite his tongue so he didn’t make a sound as he came in his hand.
Warm, sticky fluid spurted over his fingers and spattered against the leg of his jeans. His cock twitched for at least a minute, as he tried not to breathe too heavily and give away his presence.
He’d never come that hard by himself before.
But you’re not alone, are you?
What he wouldn’t give to get out of the shadows and join them.
She ticked off every item on his fantasy girl list. Beautiful. Stacked. Adventurous. So very sexy.
Before the accident, he wouldn’t have hesitated to introduce himself before seducing her into his bed, would’ve had no problem inviting Keegan along for the ride if she’d been willing.
Together, he and Keegan made for one outstanding fucking experience, one they’d perfected after years of practice.
Since the accident… Well, he didn’t get out much. Or at all.
And certainly not to meet women. His libido had taken a nosedive since the fire.
Until he’d seen Julianne, he hadn’t much cared. She’d reawakened something inside him that he’d been content to live without since the accident.
Now… Content sucked. Content should be a four-letter word.
And it was all her fault.
He wanted to curse, wanted to scream obscenities until he was hoarse.
He wanted out of the damn shadows.
But he wasn’t sure the beautiful woman who’d just sucked off his best friend wouldn’t run for the front door the second she saw him.
* * * * *
Keegan fell back into the chair across from the chaise, his lungs working overtime.
Holy hell. She’d made his fucking knees weak.
Jules had stretched back out on the chaise, eyes closed, one arm over her head, the other palm-up by her side. Her dark hair looked like an ink stain spreading across the pale fabric of the cushion, the vibrator abandoned by her side.
Had she come as hard as he had? She looked worn out but satisfied if the curve of her lips was anything to go by.
That mouth… Just looking at her made his blood flow south again. He wanted to join her on the chaise, kneel between her thighs and shove himself deep inside her. Then he wanted to take her ass while Erik fucked her pussy.
No chance of that happening, now, is there?
Shit.
At least a minute passed as they both caught their breath. Finally, her eyes opened and stared straight into his.
“Are you going to introduce me to the other person in the room now or are we going to continue to pretend he’s not there?”
He didn’t feign surprise. From what he’d learned from Carol, Jules was smart. Intelligent, perceptive and sexually adventurous. Fucking perfect in his book.
She didn’t seem shocked or morally outraged. She looked curious.
“Why do you think there’s another man here?”
“Because I can feel him watching.”
He thought about his response, considered simply outing Erik and letting him deal with the consequences. But he wouldn’t do that to his friend. Still, he wasn’t going to lie to the woman when she’d asked him a straightforward question.
“I’m not going to introduce you. He has to do that himself. But I don’t think he will.”
Would that taunt be enough to pull Erik out of the shadows? The challenge had been thrown. She knew he was here.
He didn’t think Jules would turn out to be one of those women who flinched at the sight of Erik. If she did… well, then she wasn’t the person he thought she was.
Sure, she’d be shocked. But he thought she’d be able to see beyond the scars. Maybe even to the person Erik had been before the fire. The one who’d actually enjoyed life. It pissed Keegan off to know Erik had lost not only his looks but also a shitload of confidence.
And that was the hardest part of all of this—for both of them.
Jules’ gaze narrowed on his just before she looked out into the shadows on the other side of the room. Where Erik sat.
She couldn’t see him. Keegan knew that because he knew where Erik was and he couldn’t see him either.
Jules sat up, no hint of embarrassment about her partial nudity. “Are you going to join us or are you going to hide there are all night?”
Silence.
Damn it, Erik. Just fucking—
“Maybe you won’t like what you see.”
Erik’s terse reply made Keegan’s mouth drop open in shock. Maybe there was hope after all. And it all depended on Jules.
Keegan watched her consider her next move. She took her time before her attention returned to him. “Can I have my panties back? I’m feeling a little chilly.”
“Of course.”
He didn’t want to give up the silky bit of fabric but he understood why she wouldn’t want to sit here with her pussy on full display. After he’d handed them over, he reached for the chenille blanket lying over the back of his chair and draped it around her shoulders.
She gave him a grateful smile then stood, holding the blanket together between her breasts. Walking forward a few steps, she paused at the side of Keegan’s chair.
“Maybe you should let me
make that determination.”
She spoke again to the shadows, responding to Erik’s earlier statement.
Another silence held for several long seconds.
Keegan couldn’t sit still any longer. He stood beside Jules and stared into the darkness.
Come on, Erik. Take that first step.
“I’m not a pretty sight for a pretty woman.” Erik’s voice held a hard edge of self-loathing. “You’ll probably be happier if I stay back here while you and Keegan get to know each other better.”
“While you watch?”
“Yes.” He paused. “Unless you want me to leave.”
She didn’t hesitate. “I don’t want you to leave. I want to see the man who’s watching me fuck his friend. At least,” she looked at Keegan, “I’m assuming you’re friends?”
Keegan couldn’t keep his smart-ass comment to himself. “Only if the bastard manages to grow a set and get out here.”
A longer silence this time and Keegan’s jaw tightened. Son-of-a-bitch. Erik wasn’t going to—
The shadows began to move until they solidified into the form of a man.
Chapter Four
Erik almost couldn’t help himself.
He wanted to join Keegan and Jules so bad, he swore he could taste it. Still, he knew there was a high probability his scars would prove too much for her and she’d run.
He wouldn’t blame her. He couldn’t. There were days he couldn’t bear to look in the mirror.
But the need to touch her, to actually participate in fucking her… He couldn’t pass it up. With steady strides, he made his way into the dim circle of light from the fireplace. Gaze glued to her face, breath frozen in his chest, he watched her response.
Her head tilted to the side as he came into view, her eyes narrowing as if she couldn’t quite make sense of what she was seeing, then widening as she did.
He stopped as her shock became evident, her mouth parting to draw in a sharp breath. He wanted to keep walking straight out of the room.
Fucking hell, he should’ve stayed in the shadows where he belonged—
Jules stepped forward, hands reaching out to him. She stopped before she touched him but her gaze held his steadily. “May I?”
She wanted to touch his face? Most women couldn’t even look at it. The only people who had touched his face since the fire had been doctors and nurses. No one else had asked or even considered it.
“Why?” His voice emerged like a rough bark, revealing way too much about his mental state.
She didn’t appear to be put off by his tone. “Because you need to see I’m not afraid of you. Are you in pain?”
Seriously? “The only pain I feel right now is between my legs. But, no, my scars don’t hurt.”
If he’d thought she’d stammer or be embarrassed by his crude statement, he’d thought wrong. Her expression never changed.
“How long ago were you hurt?”
“It’s been two years. When they wanted to do a sixth reconstructive surgery, I said no. I’d had enough.”
He was never going to look like he had before the surgery. Why put himself through the agony? The men and women who worked with him had gotten used to his appearance. Well, they no longer stared, at least.
Large crowds were a different story. He hated that everyone seemed to be looking at him, even if they tried not to. The few women he’d met the very few times he’d ventured out into society had practically run screaming. They couldn’t look him in the eyes because all they saw were the scars on the right side of his face.
And those who actually could look at him stared with morbid curiosity instead. They wanted to prod at him, ask questions, dig into his psyche. He felt like a damn sideshow freak.
But he didn’t get that vibe from Jules—and the lust pumping through his veins had to be ten times as strong because he hadn’t felt it in ages.
Except for the night he’d seen her.
“I understand recovery from reconstructive surgery can be brutal.”
Her voice held no pity, which would’ve turned him off more than if she’d gasped at his hideousness and run for the door.
“It had its moments.”
“Is your body scarred too?”
“Yes. My right arm and hand, my right leg and down my right side.” He paused, another thought occurring to him. “Are you asking if everything still functions correctly?”
She didn’t respond, just continued to look at them.
He held out his left hand. “I have an easy way to prove that to you.”
She didn’t reach for him right away but kept staring into his eyes as if searching for answers to questions she hadn’t asked. He didn’t know what else she could possibly want to know. This wasn’t a date. It was more of a business transaction than anything else.
Since he was the one paying, he refused to answer any more questions. If she wanted to walk, now was the time. He opened his mouth to say that but before he could get the words out, she reached for him.
She didn’t go for his hand, though. She reached for his cock, already hard again and straining against the zipper of his jeans.
“I guess that answers the question then, doesn’t it?”
The sexual innuendo infused in her voice made his lungs tighten until he thought he wasn’t going to be able to breathe. It’d been ages since a woman had looked at him like Jules was—with passion in her eyes.
Then she squeezed him, not hard, not to hurt, and he had to restrain the urge to grab her like Keegan had before and kiss her. Instead, he held himself still and let her explore him. With her gaze glued to his, she found his shaft and rubbed her palm against it. A slow steady tease that made his breath rasp in his lungs.
“How long has it been?” she asked. “Have you had sex since the accident? Or will this be your first time?”
Shock made him silent. He hadn’t believed anyone could do that to him anymore. A flush rose in his cheeks.
God damn, he refused to be embarrassed here but he couldn’t get his brain to come up with a reply. Why the hell would she want to know that?
“I only ask because if the first round is…brief…I can plan for a second. Wouldn’t want anyone to be left disappointed.”
Seriously? He didn’t think she could disappoint him if she tried. Especially not when she reached between his legs to fondle his balls, rolling them with her fingers and making his dick throb.
“Then make your plans,” he managed to say. “I think seconds are definitely on the menu.”
Julianne would’ve been lying if she’d said she hadn’t been shocked when this man first revealed himself.
But she’d taken care of her mom after her surgeries and she’d learned outward appearances didn’t matter as much as most people thought.
Or, more specifically, men like her father. He hadn’t been able to look at her mom after the double mastectomy. He’d only seen a woman no longer worthy of his time.
Fucking prick bastard. She’d called him that to his face after he’d blown through most their savings, spending the money on prostitutes and blaming his need for them on her mom’s inability to see to his needs.
She’d had cancer, had barely made it through chemo and he wanted her to perform in bed.
Luckily, he’d left or someone would’ve had to call the cops to save his worthless ass from the Taser she kept in her pocketbook. The Taser she would have used on his pride and joy—his dick.
Her mom had survived. She’d beaten the cancer. She’d even managed to get back to work and attempt to pay off her bills. She’d gone through hell and come back.
This man had been through hell but was still stuck there.
Yes, his scars were ugly but he wasn’t ugly. At least she didn’t think so.
Or maybe that was the money talking.
Still, if she hadn’t forced him out of the shadows, she could’ve fucked Keegan and taken the money. But her mom always told her she was like a dog with a bone. When she got hold of a puzzle or rid
dle or mystery, she couldn’t let it rest until she’d figured it out.
She’d known someone else was in the room with them. She couldn’t ignore it. She’d had to know. And now that she’d met Erik, she wasn’t going to allow him to sneak back into the dark. She was baring herself in ways she’d never thought possible tonight. It was only fair that he and Keegan do the same.
“Do you and Keegan do this a lot?”
“What? Pay women to come to the house and fuck us? No. You’re the first.”
Her first instinct was to take offense at the sneer in his voice. She had a kneejerk reaction to slap him. But he was only answering the question she’d asked. And she heard the soul-deep hurt behind the sneer.
Keegan obviously didn’t because he shoved Erik so hard, he stumbled backward.
“You utter, fucking bastard! What the fuck are you doing?”
“Keegan, no!”
She grabbed his arm, pulled him away from Erik, who’d held his ground.
Glaring at Keegan, Erik let his hands curl into fists at his side but didn’t raise them. “She asked the question. I told her the truth.”
“You son-of-a-bitch.” Keegan’s voice had dropped to a vicious, angry growl, his accent thickening even more. “Do you really want me to tell her why you felt you had to pay her?”
Erik’s jaw tightened until she thought it might snap and his mouth drew into a thin line.
“Nothing to say?” Keegan taunted when Erik didn’t respond. “No, you don’t because you’re too much of a damn cow—”
“Stop! Now.” If Keegan said anything else, she was afraid it would break something between the men. “I already know why I’m here.”
Both men turned to look at her, Keegan still furious, Erik with the wariness of a trapped animal.
“You think the only reason I would even consider sleeping with you is for the money, don’t you?”
Silence fell until the only sound in the room was the crackling fire and the men’s heavy breathing.
Erik blinked first, his throat moving as he swallowed. When he turned away from her, she saw the muscles on the undamaged side of his face jump.
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