His muscles zinged and popped as he waited for her to move, to put him out of this wonderful misery.
But she seemed in no hurry to go on.
“Evie, you’re gonna kill me, babe. Move.”
“But it feels so good.” Her voice had lowered to nearly a whisper and it brushed over his skin like a caress. His cock throbbed in time with his increased heart rate and she moaned as if she felt it.
Maybe she had.
“I swear I can feel the beat of your heart deep inside me,” she said. “It feels amazing.”
“Let me make it even better. I want to touch you. Let me get you off, baby.”
Her eyes opened as her mouth curved. “Please do.”
He didn’t waste any time. He let his hand slide from her hip to between her legs. Parting her swollen folds, he brushed his index finger against the tight bud of her clit and watched her shudder. Her sheath clasped him even tighter and he felt the orgasm he’d been holding off build.
Ruthlessly, he stroked her clit. Soft flicks then tight pinches. She responded to each touch with a shudder until finally she began to move faster, to take what she wanted.
She looked so damn pretty above him, her face a study in pleasure, her skin warm beneath his hands.
She moaned and her head fell back just as her sex clenched around him and she shook in the throes of her orgasm.
He watched her, holding out until he couldn’t any longer. Then he let himself go, arching his back and holding her tight so he could stay deep inside her as he came.
* * * * *
Evie woke with a warm male body wrapped around her.
Contentment wanted to drag her back into sleep but the sun slipping past the heavy silk curtains at the window told her it was time to get up.
She had a schedule to keep today. The first in months.
It gave her a sense of purpose.
Which the man behind her would not be allowed to divert.
Even with the enticing erection pressed against her backside.
Now, if Dane were here with them…
She sighed, making the arms wrapped around her close even tighter.
Firm lips pressed against her nape and Ryan shifted until he pressed his erection between the cheeks of her ass.
“Good morning, angel. Sleep well?”
His voice still held a touch of huskiness, making goose bumps spread across her skin. God, that voice could definitely become addictive.
And that made the goose bumps recede as reality began to intrude.
No, she wasn’t ready to give up this comfortable state yet.
Reaching behind her, she sank her hands into his hair, letting the strands slide through her fingers like silk. Dane’s hair, she remembered from last night, was no less silky, just not long enough for her to grip. Didn’t mean she liked it any less.
She sighed again. “I slept fine, thank you.”
If Ryan heard the note of reserve in her voice, he must have chosen to ignore because his hands began to roam, one to cup her right breast and pinch the hardening nipple, the other down her stomach to tweak the short hair on her mound.
The sharp little pain made her body tighten and her sex moisten. She bit her lip to hold back a groan.
“Well, you certainly feel fine. And if we had time, I’d show you just how fine, but I know you want to get to the classroom this morning to get ready before the boys come.”
Ryan made a move to get out of bed but she grabbed his arm before he could leave. She only meant to stop him from leaving but he flipped her around so he could look into her eyes. His gaze caught and held hers. So warm, they made her melt. And thawed the sheet of ice threatening to coat her heart. “What happens now?”
He grinned. “Now we get up and take a shower. We get dressed and have breakfast then I’ll take you back to your house so you can get clean clothes. Then we’ll walk over to the schoolroom in the common building so you can meet your students.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it. Ryan—”
“I know it’s not what you meant. But it’s what you’re gonna do because Dane’s not here.”
“Where’d he go?”
“The lab. The serum he’s making takes several steps to complete, apparently. He explained some of it to me but I wasn’t really listening. You know how Dane gets when he talks about lab work.”
Actually, she did. Her smile came a little more naturally. Then she remembered what he was making the serum out of and why. And then other, more explicit memories surfaced. Memories from last night, the three of them together.
“Everyone’s going to know I slept with the two of you.”
His eyes narrowed the slightest bit. “And you think people here will think that’s a bad thing?”
She thought of Tira and Nica again. She’d never heard anything derogatory said about either of those women.
But her brother…
“No, it’s just… My brother’s been a little protective of me lately. He’s going to think…”
“What, Evie?”
That she was a slut?
No, John would never think that. He’d never treated her as an untouchable princess to lock away in a glass tower. She’d always felt she could talk to him about anything. Even when she didn’t see him for months because he’d shipped out to God-only-knows-where with his SEAL team, she knew she only had to call and he’d be on the other end, ready to listen to whatever she had to say.
“Since the kidnapping, he’s been— I think he’s been trying to make up for not being there when I was taken. He’s trying not to hover but it’s like he can’t help himself. And… I don’t want him to think I’m falling back into old habits.”
Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “So, because you’re in a relationship with two men, you’re not thinking clearly. And of course, that means you’re going to fall back into your drug habit.”
She opened her mouth to say no, that wasn’t what she meant. And it hadn’t been. Had it?
Damn it. Maybe that’s exactly what she’d been thinking.
Frowning up at Ryan, she shoved at his chest, trying to get him to move off her but the damn man wouldn’t budge.
“Are you always this annoyingly right in the morning?”
His smile made her frown deepen. “Usually, yeah. But Evie, you know that’s not going to happen. You’re stronger than that. You know it. And so does your brother.”
Bending his head, he kissed her then rolled off her and stood, naked, by the side of the bed. He had a hard-on that stood straight out from his body that he didn’t seem at all embarrassed by when he stretched. And he shouldn’t be. God, the man was gorgeous.
Until he pulled the sheets and comforter off her and left her naked in the center of the bed.
“Hey!”
“Come on, babe. You’ve got things to do and you don’t wanna be late for your first class. Won’t set a good example for your students.”
Her students. Just saying it in her head made her smile.
“There’s the smile I want to see.” Ryan grinned at her. “Come on, you can use the shower first. Just make it fast. We’re already running late.”
* * * * *
Dane walked back to his home from the holding facility, fatigue making him go slower than he wanted.
He’d had a nagging ache in his chest the entire time he’d spent at the lab but he’d refused to give in to the urge to leave three hours ago and crawl into bed with Evie and Ryan.
Now his eyes burned and his stomach gnawed at his insides, he was so damn hungry.
He’d wanted to be home before she woke but the serum had been finished at six and he’d wanted to administer it himself.
Alex had been sleepy but the kid was used to being awoken at all hours for testing and medicine. He’d smiled for Dane even though he knew the injection into the carotid artery hurt like a sonofabitch.
Then Dane had sat by the boy’s bed for observation until he was sure Alex was asleep.
Now
it was close to eight. Ryan had always been an early riser who loved morning sex. Dane couldn’t help thinking maybe he’d be able to catch them in the act this morning…and join them.
The thought made him pick up his pace.
By the time he pushed through his front door, he had a hard-on from the images in his head.
That were shattered when he found Evie, wearing a too-big t-shirt, propped against the kitchen island sipping coffee.
She looked up when he pushed through the door and he couldn’t tell if she wanted to smile or run the other way. Her hair curled around her face, still damp, as if she’d just gotten out of the shower. He smelled his soap on her, along with Ryan’s scent.
It made him want to lick her from head to toe.
He watched her eyes widen as he continued coming for her, unable to stop himself now that the idea had taken hold. He only knew he had to kiss her as he rounded the island and reached for her.
“Dane, are you o—”
He sealed his mouth over hers as he crowded against her. He didn’t know what he’d do if she froze, which is how he expected her to react. Vaffanculo, he’d practically crawled out of bed in the middle of the night to run to his lab. He hadn’t said goodbye, hadn’t thanked her for taking him into her body. He should have said something…
Instead of keeping him out, she wrapped her arms around him and brought him closer. Her lips parted for him to slip his tongue into her mouth and taste her. Coffee, something sugary. And warm, sweet woman.
Her lips moved under his, a little sleepy but still inviting, and she arched her back, pressing closer to him.
He felt his senses spark back to life from the fog he’d walked home in. Her taste cleared the cobwebs until he felt semi-human again. Gods, how long had he felt as if he’d been in a constant fog before he’d met Evie?
It’d been all work, eat, sleep. Get up, repeat.
Now at work, he thought about Evie. At night, he dreamed about her.
And when he had her in his arms, nothing else mattered.
His tongue teased hers, eliciting a moan she couldn’t seem to contain. Her arms tightened around his shoulders, her fingers digging into the muscles.
Gods, this was what he wanted to come home to every day. A warm, willing woman who kissed him as if she couldn’t get enough of him, who was happy to see him, even after the way he’d slunk out of the bed last night.
A woman who made him burn just by clutching him close to her and moaning into his mouth.
Vaffanculo, he needed more skin.
With one arm around her waist, he lifted her until her feet no longer touched the floor. With his free hand, he urged her legs to curl around his waist then he laced his hands through her silky hair and tugged her head back.
Through his sense of smell, he realized Ryan was in the shower. Dane knew the other man had made love to her after he’d left. Even though she’d showered, he could smell Ryan’s scent all over her.
Jealousy didn’t enter into the equation. At least not with Ryan. If another man touched her…
No other man would. He and Ryan would make sure of that.
He strung a line of biting kisses along her neck as he walked through the kitchen and back to his bedroom.
Without releasing her, he crawled onto the bed then sprawled across her, total possession foremost in his mind.
With his mouth sealed over hers, he slid his hands under her shirt. His shirt, actually.
All his.
He petted and stroked her skin, soft and still warm from her shower. Aching and hard, his cock would soon have an impression of a zipper on it if he didn’t get his damn jeans off.
She must have read his mind because she slid her hands down to unbutton and unzip them.
She touched him with the same restless heat he felt in his own hands as they skimmed down her stomach to her center, to the warm, velvet lips of her sex.
Already slick with her desire, the plump lips parted for his fingers and her sheath clutched around them. She moaned into his mouth as he stroked into her with slow, deliberate motions, in contrast to the ferocity of his kiss.
Need clawed at his gut like a ravaging beast, making him kiss her harder, demand a hotter response. Completely consume her.
The depth of his need should have been a warning he was stepping over an edge but he couldn’t seem to care. Not when she was melting around his fingers, so damn hot and wet and tight.
She’d managed to get his jeans pushed down off his hips, her hands no longer tentative. She pushed and yanked until she’d exposed his cock then wrapped her hands around him as her kisses became more demanding.
Their movements felt almost rough, but he knew it was desperation.
And that was almost as bad. Still, he couldn’t stop because she showed no signs of fear.
She stroked him with an unsteady pace, as if she couldn’t slow herself enough to get the rhythm right.
Didn’t matter. She made him burn.
With a rough groan, he dragged himself away from her lips long enough to pull the shirt over her head, baring her beautiful flesh to his eyes.
On his knees above her, he paused, the sound of his breathing harsh in the silence. She lay there for a few brief seconds, staring up at him.
“Kareto, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her lips curve in a sweet smile but he couldn’t tear his gaze from her body. So pale, so perfect. Her breasts sat high and firm on her chest, though they were small enough for him to cover completely with his palms. Her body slim but delicately curved.
And, he knew, able to take a man’s cock. She’d taken Ryan.
He couldn’t wait any longer for her to take him.
Apparently, neither could she. She began to drag his jeans to his knees and when they got caught there because he was kneeling, she rose and pushed him onto his back so she could drag them the rest of the way off his body. His shoes dropped with a thump to the floor, his socks torn away, and his jeans and underwear followed quickly.
As soon as she had him naked, he reached for her and rolled her under him again.
Heat blasted his skin as she clung to him, lifting her hips into his, until her sex rubbed against his cock. His erection hardened even more until he swore he’d burst out of his skin.
Or come before he got inside her.
Bracing himself on his hands by her shoulders, he looked down into her eyes as his cock began to press inside her body.
Her pussy felt almost too tight to let him in but he couldn’t stop. He knew he wasn’t hurting her because she clutched at his shoulders and urged him to go faster with her hips. His name became a chant falling from her swollen lips.
He loved to hear her say his name as he forged inside her, each inch a victory. Every thrust threw him closer to orgasm but he forced it back, concentrating instead on her.
Each tunneling movement made her gasp, her mouth parting with pleasure. Each withdrawal made her frown. He watched every response with a researcher’s detail, every second a revelation.
Used to compartmentalizing every emotion, he was able to stave off his own reaction. He thrust and watched her writhe beneath him. He increased his rhythm and noted how she called out his name.
He pressed hard and deep and held, the base of his cock pressed against her clit as he bent to suck one taut nipple into his mouth. He laved the tip with his tongue then bit her, as gently as he could until she screamed out his name.
Easing his hips back, his cock nearly slipped free before he thrust forward again, catching that same angle on her clit and making her gasp.
Lightning-hot flashes of sensation shot up his spine, drawing his balls tight. Still he refused to release himself.
As her head thrashed side to side on the bed and her fingers dug almost painfully into his biceps where she’d braced herself, he controlled each thrust. Ruthless determination made each motion precise. And drove Evie wild.
Her legs wrapped around his h
ips, tightening her sex around him as she arched her back and took him deeper. Battering at his control.
“Dane, stop tormenting me.”
He slowed his thrusts. “Do you want me to stop?”
She moaned and clutched him harder. “No, you bastard. Don’t stop. Go faster.”
“No. I want you to feel good, Evie. I want you to get off.”
She reached up with one hand to grab at the short strands of his hair but couldn’t get a grip. So she wrapped the hand around his neck and pulled him close enough that she could lift her head and bite his lip. “I’ll get off if you fuck me faster.”
His control slipped a notch and his next thrust wasn’t as precise. Damn it, he couldn’t lose his head. She wasn’t ready for that.
“Dane, god damn it, move.”
He did. He fucked her slow and steady until she was nearly crying for release. And he was on sensory overload. Lowering his forehead to touch hers, he thrust harder though still measured.
“So tight, Evie. Feels so fucking good.”
“God, Dane—”
He lost a little of his edge at the sound of her voice. He dropped his mouth on hers and kissed her, his tongue pushing into her mouth to tangle with hers.
He swallowed her moan and his hips slammed against hers. He tried to rein himself back in but once his body slipped the lead he couldn’t.
Thrusting hard and fast now, he lowered his body to cover hers completely. His face buried in the curve of her neck, he drew her scent into his lungs. With his tongue, he tasted her skin then bit the tender bit of flesh right above her carotid.
Her breath blasted his shoulder, heated and moist. Her fingernails scraped at his back and he begged her to do it harder.
Legs tightening around his waist, he felt her sex contract around him, making it harder for him to thrust. She gripped him tight in the depths of her body and when she cried out, he froze so he could feel her come around him.
He thought he’d be able to hold back, to soak in her orgasm but she pulled him along with her.
The first blast of his orgasm made him groan, the electric sensation shooting through his entire body. He pumped his seed into her, the fierce possessiveness of the act making him grind against her until he had nothing left to give.
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