by Shayla Black
His mouth hovering over Brenna’s—his stare never leaving Cam’s busy hand—he muttered. “Sweet. Man, how does she feel?”
“Tight and dripping. Ready to eat.”
As soon as Cam said the words, Thorn’s imagination filled him with a visual of the detective’s dark head between Brenna’s pale thighs. Even thinking about it spiked his need into the stratosphere.
“Do it,” he baited. “Fucking do it and let me watch.”
Brenna whimpered, and Thorn dropped a palm to Brenna’s exposed breasts, cradling one, thumbing its hard nipple. Cam watched with burning eyes, his fingers busy between her legs. Her pale skin was flushed, her head tossed back on Cam’s shoulder, and with legs spread, it was a pose of utter surrender.
Shit, the burn incited by that view was about to eat Thorn alive.
“Do it,” Thorn prompted again. “I want to see you make her come.”
“Can I taste you, Brenna?” Cam whispered against her neck then dragged his lips across the sensitive spot joining her neck and shoulder.
She shivered, shuddered then nodded. “Please…”
Thorn expected Cam to lay her flat on her back on the sofa and hunker down between her legs. He didn’t. Instead, he ripped off his shirt then turned Brenna to face him so she straddled his lap.
“Kiss me,” he demanded.
Brenna did, feathering her mouth over Cam’s, a brush, a lingering swipe, then a deep sharing of tongues while the detective’s hands roamed her back, her ass. And Thorn, hovering right beside them, was caught in the ultimate peep show, aroused out of his mind and loving it completely. What a wild trip.
Suddenly, Cam eased out of the kiss and caressed her. “Very nice. Would you be a sweet girl and let me see you kiss Thorn again?”
His gaze zipped over to the detective’s. He’s getting off on this too. Holy shit!
Her lashes fluttered shut against rosy cheeks, but a long moment later, she nodded. Then she turned to him with hazel eyes, dazed yet rich with sultry thoughts. He wanted to pounce on her, fuck her now. He wanted to see what would happen next just as bad. Decisions, decisions…
Thorn thrust his fingers into her honey-brown hair and used the long strands to guide her mouth under his. He slanted his mouth over hers, struck fast and deep and hard until she writhed against him and moaned. God, he could smell how wet she was, and it was going right to his cock.
When they broke apart, Thorn looked down to find Cam’s white teeth nipping at Brenna’s pebbled nipples. One after the other, then a soft suck, a brush of his tongue.
“Do that to her pussy,” he demanded again.
With seeming reluctance, Cam lifted his mouth away from her breasts and slithered down on the leather sofa, until the back cushion propped up just his neck. Then he guided her to stand on her knees.
And suddenly, her pussy was right over his mouth. Hot damn…
Cam lifted his head and began devouring Brenna. She tossed her head back, gripping the back of the sofa. The curly ends of her hair teased the top of her ass, and Thorn wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anything hotter. A flush crept across her whole body, and she began to pant, drawing in huge draughts of air.
“Oh my god…” Her voice trembled. She clutched at the sofa even tighter.
Thorn watched Cam’s head move and bob between her legs. Brenna responded with utter abandon—and he nearly lost it. The time for being a spectator was gone. Now he wanted to participate.
“Fuck, I need to taste her.”
Cam turned his head to nip at her thigh. “She’s about to come.”
“I want my tongue on her when she does.”
With a shake of his head, Cam refused. “Wouldn’t you rather have her come around your cock?”
Was he suggesting…?
“You want me to fuck her pussy with your mouth on it?”
“Just a suggestion, man. If you want to be part of the experience, I can’t think of a better way. If not, I have no problem lapping her all up myself.”
As if to prove his point, Cam opened his mouth and sucked her clit inside. Brenna shrieked and grabbed the sofa cushion even harder.
“Cam…” she managed to squeak out between panting breaths that lifted her breasts.
She was near orgasm again, and he was feeling uncomfortably close just watching them. He wanted to be in on the action. Fuck it. If Cam wasn’t weirded out by having a man’s dick near his mouth, Thorn refused to be weirded out by the fact another man had his mouth near his dick.
Like everything about this experience, he just needed to flow with it. What the hell…
Shucking his shirt and toeing off his shoes, Thorn dug into his wallet. Thankfully, another condom waited just for the moment. He tore off his jeans and donned the rubber sheath in a handful of seconds.
He’d better hurry. Brenna’s shrieks were becoming wails and pleas to a higher being.
“Hold her off. I’m almost there.”
“No!” she protested. “No, I need…”
“We’ll make sure you get it,” Thorn vowed. “Just ease off a bit, man, until I get in.”
Thorn didn’t wait for confirmation. He stood behind Brenna, smoothed a flat palm across her back, and gently pushed her down until her head rested on the back of the sofa.
He now had the perfect angle to slide into her pussy. And he didn’t waste any time.
Gripping her hips, he slid inside Brenna, deep—all in a single glide. She was like hot silk, melting his spine and resistance all at once. How the hell was he supposed to hold out when he was already jacked up and she was all around his dick, shooting pleasure all through his body?
He reared back, plunged in again. And sucked in a shocked breath. Damn! So he repeated the process again. And again. Those old clichés about seeing stars and shit? Apparently that was true.
Then Cam started eating her pussy again, this time like a rabid animal. Every time the detective sucked on her clit and pulled it in his mouth, the walls of Brenna’s sex pulsed, tightening until pushing into her was a workout in itself.
Sweat slicked his back. She was so damn tight, and the friction was overwhelming. She was going to short circuit him in seconds. And still she kept clamping down on his cock the more Cam aroused her. Would he survive her actually coming?
Like a madman, he began pounding into her, pushing against the constriction of her pussy with long, ferocious strokes. Absently, he noticed that his balls were hitting something, but with his brain so focused on the woman beneath him, it took a minute to realize that something was Cam’s chin.
Oddly, the thought didn’t repulse him. Not exactly. An odd shiver of tension wound its way up his spine. For a minute, he lost his rhythm, and Brenna clamped down again, this time so tight, she pushed him out.
She cried out in protest. Thorn flatly cursed and tried to reach between them, find his dick, and push it back inside her. His hands shook too badly.
A moment later, he felt another hand grab his dick. Hot, large, knowledgeable as it stroked with just the right pressure in just the right place. Cam. Holy shit!
“What the hell are you doing?” he barked and tried to back away.
Cam had a tight hold on his cock, pumped him with his fist once or twice. It was like pouring electric juice in his veins. His system sizzled, damn near fried. Shock. Had to be shock.
Why did it feel so fucking much like pleasure?
Thorn gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to toss back his head with the overwhelming sensations. He struggled and tensed but Cameron tugged again, swiping a thumb over the sensitive crest once, twice.
With a curse ringing in his head, Thorn lost the battle, stared at the ceiling and hissed in a sharp breath through his teeth.
“What are you doing to me?”
Before Cam answered, he guided Thorn back to Brenna’s waiting pussy. She was just as tight, and now even more aroused so that he felt every bit of her all around him. The memory of that solid hand touching him in all the right places pus
hed him so close to orgasm.
“She was going to cross the finish line before you,” Cam explained. “So I helped you along.”
And how…
Thorn was as straight as a guy could be, but…wow. Cam’s touch had felt damn good—way too good for his peace of mind.
And then he wasn’t thinking of anything as the detective’s mouth covered Brenna’s clit again. When he sucked, she screamed. Thorn pushed in frantically against her pulsing walls—then the explosion came.
Huge. The thing was of mythical proportions. The feats of the Greek gods weren’t nearly as amazing as this. The orgasm shot down his spine, burned and churned between his legs…then burst all the sensation through his body like a supernova spewing matter through the universe.
Oh. Holy. Fuck.
Long moments later, spent, he sagged over the damp skin of Brenna’s back.
“Are you okay?” She looked over her shoulder at him.
He kissed her shoulder. Damn amazing woman. She’d just been tag teamed by two horny guys—twice in the last eight hours—and she worried about him. She’d cooked for him, too. That slight Texas drawl was sweet, the equivalent of sugar for his dick.
“Fine, baby. You?”
She just hummed and let her body go even more limp.
And then there was Cam. Their…contact had not been strictly heterosexual. Hell, Thorn would make pulp of the asshole’s face who suggested otherwise. But he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been affected by Cam’s hands on his balls last night or stroking his dick just minutes ago. Even at the thought, interest stirred down south.
“As much fun as this party has been, I’m going to need a little relief,” the detective said through gritted teeth.
Yeah, if he hadn’t already come, he’d be a raving lunatic by now.
Thorn withdrew from Brenna’s sweet body and sat on the couch, removing the condom. He tugged Brenna down on his lap, and she curled up against him, her head on his shoulder.
“Can you suck him, baby?” Thorn whispered in her ear. “He’s in a bad way.”
She didn’t answer. At all. Her deep, even breathing told him what had happened.
A moment later, Cam confirmed it. “She’s asleep. Leave her be.”
“What about you?” Thorn frowned.
“You offering to help me?” With a grimace, Cam began to stroke his long length in slow motions. The pad of his thumb led the slow stroke up the inches of his cock, pressing into the sensitive spot where the shaft and the head joined before gliding back down.
Thorn could barely tear his gaze away. It was another guy, stroking his own meat. Normally, that would be just fucking nasty to him. But something about watching Cam leisurely ramp up his pleasure was getting to him. Already his own dick was starting to stir.
“Like you helped me?” He injected a sneer in his voice.
“Like that.”
“Dude, are you making a move on me?”
Cam lifted his huge, muscled shoulders in a shrug. “She’s asleep, and doing this shit to yourself isn’t that fun… You’re the only other person here.”
He sounded so casual, like it was no big deal to him whether another guy touched his dick or not. Then again, to him, maybe it wasn’t.
“Are you gay?”
Cameron laughed and rolled his eyes. “No. I’m open-minded.”
Now what the hell did that mean? He swung both ways? “You ever fucked a guy?”
“Once.” No hesitation, no looking away, no embarrassment. “In college.”
Thorn was freaked out by the answer. He was, right? Of course. For the most part. But another part of him… “If it was only once, it must have been awful.”
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. It was just different.” Again, he shrugged, still stroking his cock. “I was into women and still am. I was just curious to see how the other team played.”
Thorn tried not to be distracted, tried to focus just on what Cam was saying, but the sight of that hand slowly, slowly stroking his cock was hard to look away from.
“But you never did it again?”
“Haven’t had the right opportunity, right person. I might never have that again. I love women, so it’s cool.”
He loved women, too. If he had his way, women would always be like a glass of water to him—six to eight a day for good health. Yet watching Cam rub a thumb over the purple head of his dick and soothe the long shaft in his broad palm over and over had him hard once more.
What the hell was wrong with him? Until this moment, he’d never thought about how the other team played, and he didn’t want to play for them now. But Cam made him just a little bit curious…
Suddenly, the detective tensed, shuddered, moaned. He picked up speed, his hand rubbing his length faster, his palm gripping tighter.
Thorn was glued to the show. Brenna shifted in his lap, and he absently petted her back and hip as she slept. But he wasn’t hard because he had his arms full of sated woman. It was all the visual spectacle of Cam masturbating.
“The idea doesn’t repulse you,” Cam asserted with a pointed glance at Thorn’s hard cock.
He followed that by savage strokes of his hand over his flesh. The head turned more purple. Cam’s breathing hitched. The muscles of his thighs stood out. He was getting closer, Thorn knew. And still he couldn’t look away.
“It should. Normally, it would.”
“But you want to see me come.” It wasn’t a question.
Thorn’s arms tightened around Brenna. He hesitated, not wanting to answer. In his head, he heard the Final Jeopardy music. Cam was waiting for an answer.
With the last mental boing, Thorn blurted, “Yeah.”
“I’m private,” Cam whispered. “Normally I wouldn’t do this. But sharing Brenna made everything different for me. I don’t think we’re done with her.”
Or necessarily with each other.
The unspoken words hung in the air.
A hot chill raced up Thorn’s spine. He was terrified, horny, and weirded out all at once. But the overload of emotions wasn’t enough to stop the freight train from barreling down the track.
“Finish it. I want to watch.”
Cam gave him a shaky nod, then his fist began pounding his cock. His biceps flexed, the veins in his hand stood out as his cock swelled and his balls drew up to his body. Those Native American cheekbones flushed with arousal. The little buttons of his nipples drew up into tight pinpoints.
Without thinking, Thorn reached out and scraped the bud of his finger over Cam’s nipple.
As if it was the trigger for a cataclysm, Cam’s head jerked back and he let out a massive roar. Hot seed jetted out, spilling all over his thighs.
And for some reason, that was one of the most mesmerizing things Thorn had ever witnessed. What the hell was that about?
Brenna woke to the sun midway up the morning sky and a blanket tucked around her on the sofa. She blinked, sat up. Cam’s house. She let out a relieved breath. Safe.
The detective shuffled half dressed around the kitchen. God, he was incredible to look at. Dark and poster-worthy, bronze skin over the rippling, well-worked muscle of his back, that black hair just brushing the tops of his bulging shoulders… He made her wet just standing there, his biceps visibly flexing as he fried bacon. The scene was so domestic, yet he would never be strictly domesticated.
But it wasn’t just his appearance that drew her. Last night, she’d glimpsed his understanding, felt the care in his touch. The exterior might be badass detective, and he, no doubt, intimidated his fair share of criminals, but under all that was a really decent guy. He wasn’t the kind of man who would father a child and leave her on his sister’s doorstep, never to return. He not only shouldered responsibility, he took it completely onto his back without so much as a shrug. Maybe that’s what she’d responded to last night, what had allowed her to orgasm.
She swallowed. “Can I help?”
He sent her a smile—the real deal—eyes cri
nkling in the corners. “Sit. You already cooked breakfast once, which no one got to eat. I’ll see if we fare better with brunch.”
A sound behind Brenna alerted her, and she whipped her gaze around. Thorn emerged from a closed door, freshly showered. Bare chested, he was also drool worthy. Powerful golden shoulders undulating, abs rippling, with every swipe of his towel through his damp hair, Thorn was totally male. He didn’t just wear a “don’t fuck with me” mantle, he epitomized it. And yet…those little glimpses of tenderness peeked through.
“You okay, baby?”
Brenna nodded, feeling tears sting her eyes.
Since she’d fallen asleep on his lap, she was certain he’d been the one to cover her with the cozy blanket. Normally, she hated being called baby, but something about the way he said it now… He wasn’t immune to her, just like she wasn’t to him. But he screamed temporary. She had little doubt that the time they had left together could be measured in hours, yet her body had willingly come for him. Why?
Being with the guys was breaking down the tough-girl barriers she’d erected to protect her heart and revealing the soft underside she couldn’t hide from them. Thorn needed her tenderness, and she couldn’t not respond to Cam with utter emotional honesty.
If she wasn’t careful, she was going to fall for them.
With the two of them sandwiching her, she felt protected. They’d proved they would take care of her this morning, saving her from the would-be abductors. Men after her because they wanted to know where her father was. Because they wanted to kill him? She had a million questions and almost no answers.
“Chow is ready,” Cameron called.
As he passed the couch, Thorn held out his hand to her. Brenna took it and got to her feet, meeting the direct stare he leveled her way. Something was going on in his head, but she couldn’t tell exactly what from his weighty expression. He’d be a hard one to get to spill his secrets, she’d bet. He’d have to trust, and like her, she’d bet he didn’t do that easily.
