"Oh yeah?"
She slid to kneel at his feet, her hands busy on his boxers, which was the only thing he usually wore when at home. Only when she had divested of his underwear did she allow herself to look at her prize--his mouthwatering cock.
"Fuck. Stop staring and suck me, woman," he growled.
"Can't help it." She wrapped one hand around the pulsating rod. "It's beautiful. You're beautiful."
A voice penetrated the sensual fog that had started to build between them. "What happened to Prince of Persia?"
"Can Dastan compare to this?" she asked Max, who dropped down beside her. "If so, feel free to--"
"Not in the least," he said, claiming her mouth in a hot, open-mouthed kiss, one hand cupping her head while the other hand covered hers and together, they rubbed Kyle's dick until it was as hard as diamond.
Cara was grateful Max's hand was on hers, directing her strokes because her mind was befuddled by the luscious, passionate kissing they were doing and the effect it was having on her body. He was reducing her into a puddle of goo, her pussy so wet she was drenched (though she supposed the process actually started with Kyle). Then there was the heat of their bodies. For some reason, she just had to be near them and her body started readying itself for them and the glorious fucking they always engaged in.
Finally, Max broke the kiss, and with a twist of his hand, he directed her head toward Kyle's cock. She closed her eyes and a moment later, Kyle's musky scent reached her nostrils and the hot thickness of his hard cock entered her mouth. She hummed in pleasure as she sucked on the turgid rod, enjoying Kyle's deep, masculine groans and muttered "Fuck!" She loved the way he filled her mouth, like cramming her with her favorite chocolate cake. He tasted just as delicious.
When he withdrew minutes later, and she commenced licking and kissing his cock, Max joined her, kneeling beside her, as their mouths wreak havoc on Kyle's thick, pulsating shaft. Max's hands were not idle, though. While one squeezed Kyle's balls, Max's other hand was busy massaging her breast and tweaking her nipple, causing rippling shudders throughout her body.
"Ah, fuck," Kyle groaned. "That's so hot, babe."
She thought so, too, and she wasn't the one whose cock was being made love to by two voracious mouths and tongues.
"Ahhhh…enough!" Kyle pushed them away from his cock, and his mouth pressed against hers, then Max's, in a hard kiss. "I want to come inside you, doc, and you, babe"--he pointed at Max--"in her ass."
Clothes came off in a hurry, and soon, Cara was sinking down onto Kyle's thick cock while Max eased into her from behind. Oh God, she loved this, loved being stuffed full of cock, and her breath hitched when both men were seated to the hilt in her. She was surrounded by their heat, their passion and lust, as well as their affection and care. It was there in the careful way Kyle suckled on her nipples, because he'd learned she loved having her breasts sucked on while fucking. And it was there in the way Max covered her back and sucked on her nape as he moved in her.
She shuddered with need, her body moving in unison to the rhythm the men had set. They had done this often enough that the pace and position was familiar, yet every time felt like the first time--new and fresh and exciting. A cock in her pussy and another in her ass, two cocks moving in counterpoint to bring her the utmost pleasure.
Kyle bit down lightly on her nipple and it was the catalyst that propelled her to a jerky orgasm, the building pressure exploding in fiery pleasure within her. Soon after, the men followed, grinding into her as they spewed their seed into the rubber.
She snuggled against Kyle in the post-coital bliss, satisfaction coiling through her as her men cleaned up and prepared for bed.
Chapter Seven
LYNNE AND MARK
Mark Thompson turned the key to his penthouse apartment and opened the door. He was about to call out his customary "Honey, I'm home!" when he heard laughter coming from the kitchen. He identified the female sound as Lynne and the male one as, yup, his brother Ash, who had apparently arrived back from his business trip.
Right. It was Wednesday.
His jaw tightened.
He stepped in and closed the door silently behind him. He told himself he wasn't spying as he placed his briefcase on the hall table and changed into slippers, which wouldn't make a sound on the granite floor. He told himself he wasn't spying as he walked on silent feet toward the kitchen. He told himself he wasn't spying as he stopped just shy of the partition, out of sight of the occupants in the kitchen.
"Just a kiss," Ash was saying, mock-pleading.
"No, no," Lynne was saying as she laughed. "You know the rules."
"A welcome home kiss."
"You know you can't, not when Mark's not here."
"Oh." He sounded aggrieved. "When is that dratted brother of mine coming home anyway?"
"Any time now." She shrieked and giggled. "No touching either…especially not where I'm ticklish--" she gasped. "Stop it…stop…"
Mark was too serious; people had been telling him so since he was a little boy. Some of the women in his past had defected over to Ash, claiming Mark to be a dreadful bore. Certainly, he couldn't seem to make Lynne laugh the way she was laughing now--carefree and with abandon.
His hands slowly clenched into fists before he made a conscious effort to relax them.
She loved him. Him, and not Ash. He'd never heard her say so to Ash--
Or had she been biding her time until Ash came home? Had she already told him in private?
Panic made him step out into the kitchen. He bumped into the refrigerator, making a thud that caused both his brother and his lover to stop their activity and look at him instead.
Lynne's eyes lit up. "Mark, you're home!"
She made to move toward him, but Ash swooped down on her. "Now I can have my kiss!"
And all while Ash kissed her, Mark reined in his temper and his fist, which wanted to connect with his brother's face. He'd been having these flashes of rage for about two weeks now, and it would get especially bad when they were in bed. He'd never experienced such before, which confused him and made him wonder if he was going insane. Finally, when he'd accepted that Lynne had burrowed her way into his heart, he'd recognized the rage for what it was--jealousy.
While he'd always been close to his brother, even preferred to share his women with his twin, he realized that he'd changed his mind. Lynne was his woman. His. He didn't want his brother--or any man--touching her.
Thus far, he'd sublimated all these feelings by fucking Lynne hard and fast, which made her very happy with him. But he didn't know how much longer he could endure the situation without giving in to acquainting his brother with his fist. He needed to talk with Ash, preferably now, but he'd have to settle for tomorrow.
Ash finally lifted his head, grinning. "Can I have a quickie before dinner?"
Because Mark had usually acquiesced before, Ash was already undoing the buttons on Lynne's blouse when Mark shot out, "No!"
Ash stilled and looked at him.
Lynne, whose hands were near Ash's--was she helping him or stopping him?--stared at him as well. She slipped free and moved toward him. "Mark, are you okay?"
One perky breast slipped free of the blouse, tempting him.
No, not while Ash is here.
He controlled himself, his hands reaching out to button her up and hide her luscious flesh from view. She was his--his--and only he had the right to see her naked. "Yes, I'm fine, sweetie. Just hungry." He tried for a sheepish smile, knowing it probably came across as a grimace and didn't fool anyone.
Lynne brightened. "That's easily solved! I've reheated the food, and if Ash would set the table, we can eat. Meanwhile…" She wound her arms around his neck and, supporting herself on her toes, pressed her mouth against his, coaxing him into a deep, slow kiss.
Mark didn't need to be persuaded twice. As his hands cupped her face, he let go of the jealousy and anger and let himself be drawn into the kiss, willingly drowning in her intoxicating taste and the
slight scent of her citrusy perfume. And whenever Lynne was in his arms, something shifted in him, and he knew he was right where he wanted to be. Home.
Mark lifted his head and he was gratified at the bemused expression on her face. He supposed his face looked much the same. Her lashes lifted and his breath caught at the dazed love shining from the depths of her dark eyes.
A whistle pierced through the air. "How come you never kiss me like that, Lynne?"
Ash's complaint broke the spell, but she didn't move away from him as he'd thought she would. Instead, her hand slid down to wrap around his waist as she turned to face his brother. "You're too impatient," she said, wrinkling her nose.
"I'm not!"
"You are, too."
"Not."
"You just want to get it over with so you can get to the good stuff."
"Well, you can't blame me, but I--"
"You sound like kids," Mark interjected wryly.
"All the better for you to practice with," Ash shot back, placing a second set of cutlery on the kitchen table where they usually eat.
"If they're like you, I'm never having them." Mark felt Lynne stiffen beside him, but when he glanced sharply at her, she was smiling at his brother. Before he could question her, she'd moved away from him.
"I'm giving you a chance to prove it," she was saying as she stood before Ash.
"Prove what?" he asked, distracted by the third set of cutlery.
"The kiss." Without further warning, she looped her arms around Ash in much the same way she'd done with Mark and dragged his head down until their mouths meshed together.
The sight punched his gut, and he almost doubled over from the pain. They looked…good together. They were enjoying the kiss. There was a lot of moaning and…tongue. Lots of tongue. Their bodies pressed tight against the other. Hands roamed. Subtle movements from Ash's hips. More moaning.
Rage surged through him.
Mine!
The roar built up, demanding to be let loose. A vein thudded in his brain. His fists clenched. He saw nothing but fists pummeling Ash's face, tearing him apart.
Laughter intruded in his vision, amused female laughter that cleared the mists from his eyes. He saw Lynne pushing Ash away.
"Hey!" Ash protested, making a half-hearted gesture to bring her back in his arms.
Lynne made a triumphant poke at his chest. "Too impatient," she crowed. "You can't even kiss me without wanting to fuck."
"Isn't that the purpose of kissing?" he asked, aggrieved.
Lynne rolled her eyes. "You've got a long way to go, boyo. Now, sit. Let's eat."
Before they could notice and comment on his unnatural stillness, Mark forced his fists to uncurl and took his place at the table.
Dinner was the usual loud, boisterous fun whenever Ash joined them. His brother was full of anecdotes from his trip, the people he'd met and the stories he'd heard while scouting for affordable, buildable land the company could invest in and turn around to make a profit. He got Lynne laughing at the silly stories made funny by exaggeration, and even Mark found himself smiling more often than not. Behind the smiles though, the rage still simmered and he wondered how he could keep his fists from meeting his brother's face or other parts of his body tonight in their bed. Maybe he could have a double cold shower. Or he could tell them to go ahead while he had the shower so that it would be all over by the time he came out. Or--
Ash wiped his mouth with a napkin and glanced at his watch. "Thanks for dinner; sumptuous as usual."
"You'll have to thank the Chinese restaurant down the street."
"Cheeky." He pressed a kiss on her lips, then stood. "Sorry to eat and run, but I gotta go."
"You're not staying?"
Mark threw Lynne a sharp look. Was that dismay he heard in her voice?
"Got a date with this cool chick I met on the plane. See you tomorrow." Ash winked and was gone.
Like any rich, attractive bachelor, Ash had a list of women waiting to date him a mile long. Except for that brief period about a month or so ago, when Ash had been beguiled by the idea of having bareback sex, Ash usually joined them only about once or twice a week. The rest of the time, it was just him and Lynne, and they usually had fun together, talking, making love, watching TV, talking and making love again.
This moment, right now, shouldn't feel heavy and portentous, because it was just like the other times when Ash had left them alone. But Mark didn't deceive himself. He knew everything had changed the second he realized he didn't want to share his woman with his brother. The question was, did Lynne feel the same way?
"Looks like I have you all to myself." He paired it with an evil laugh and an ugly sneer on his face.
Lynne, who was seated beside him, cowered away from him. "Oooh, I'm so scared." Then she burst into laughter. Launching herself at him, she straddled his lap and hugged him. "I'm happy it's just the two of us again tonight. I plan to have my wicked way with you."
His heart swelled with joy, even as he taunted, "Promises, promises." His hands tightened about her waist.
She moved back to look at him. "How's your day?"
"Great, now that I hear evil plans regarding my body are in the offing."
She returned his grin. "How are you really? Are you all right?"
He sensed the serious undercurrent to her questions and was puzzled. "Why do you ask?"
"Earlier…" she hesitated. "You were very angry when you arrived, when Ash wanted a quickie. You never were before."
There was a question in those eyes. What was he supposed to tell her? That he was jealous? Would he seem like an immature boy?
"Was I very angry?" he prevaricated.
She nodded. "You shouted. Your eyes became flinty and your jaw hard." She caressed said jaw, and her expression was troubled and concerned. "I thought maybe something went wrong at the office today. Tell me? Maybe I can help. Or if not, at least you'll feel better by unburdening yourself."
"Troubles halved and all that?"
She nodded.
He was tempted to tell her the truth if only to see what her reaction would be. In the end, he decided he couldn't bear it if she laughed at him and revealed only part of the reason for his mood. "Everything's fine at the office. It's Ash I'm objecting to, the way he takes you for granted." Thinking of the way Ash treated her tonight made him mad all over again. "Sharing you with him is a privilege we'd given him, and I want him to remember that."
Her eyes softened. "You're so sweet." She leaned toward him and drew him into much the same kiss as earlier. Only this time, the kiss turned hot and dangerous, desire drugging their veins.
Some time later, he stood up with her in his arms. "Does that allow me some say in these wicked plans of yours?" he asked, teasing voice thick with lust.
She nibbled on his jaw and caressed the bare skin beneath his polo. Her thumb brushed over his nipple. He shuddered. "Stop talking and you'll find out."
He strode to the bedroom, where it took her all night to show him.
* * * * *
"You wanted to see me?"
Mark looked up to see Ash peeking at him behind the door. "Come in."
"What's this about?" Ash plopped his ass on one of the guest chairs. "If you want a report on the trip, I'm still preparing it. In any case, it should be ready by our meeting this afternoon."
"How was your date?"
Ash frowned. "What date?"
"Last night?"
If the woman had indeed caught Ash's attention, he probably wouldn't feel bad by what Mark was about to do. However, it would seem that Ash had already forgotten about her, something that happened all too often with his brother. To him, women were playthings, interchangeable and good only for a night or two. Definitely not to be taken seriously. Lynne was the longest-term lover he had, and that was only because of Mark's presence in their lives. Mark couldn't understand how a matter of three minutes could mean a world of difference in their personalities.
Understanding settled on A
sh's face before being replaced by a sour expression. "Oh. She bailed on me."
Mark couldn't be hearing right. "She didn't show up?" No wonder Ash was disgruntled. Such a thing had never happened before.
"She wasn't at the meeting place. I waited for two fucking hours."
"Why didn't you come back?"
Ash sent him a sly look. "Would you want me to? I got the distinct feeling I wasn't welcome anymore," he drawled.
Here was his opening, and Mark wasn’t shy about taking it. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
He'd been thinking of this for some time now, vacillating back and forth, unsure of what Lynne might want and what she might to do to him if he'd gone ahead with it. In the end, the only thing he'd been certain of was what he wanted, because he knew he couldn't endure another night sharing Lynne with his brother without going crazy or committing fratricide. He'd decided this was the best way for all concerned.
Before he could say another word, Ash said, "I know, bro. Lynne is all yours."
"Damn." Mark rubbed a hand down his face, suddenly deflated. "I was all ready to fight you for it, but here you are, just handing her to me."
Ash spread his hands. "There's nothing to fight over. Lynne was yours from the start. You were good enough to share her with me and I thank you both for it, but now that you want to have her all to yourself, I'm happy for you." He grinned. "So, when am I gonna hear wedding bells?"
Mark stared at his twin. "Am I so transparent?"
"Only to me. We share the same womb after all."
"You don’t mind being booted from our bed?"
"Not at all," Ash said, then he retracted, "Okay, a little. Now I have to work at finding someone to fuck." His grin belied the words.
"It may do your character some good, since you're starting to take Lynne for granted."
Ash considered his words, and then his expression turned sheepish. "Yeah, I think I was. I'm sorry. It'll never happen again."
"Damn straight. Because I won't give you the opportunity." His anger over his brother's cavalier attitude faded. As long as they were confessing and all, maybe he could share his secret fear. "Do you…do you think Lynne would hate me for…this?"
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