Now he looked totally sober. And oh so very sexy.
Gripping his shoulders tight, she found a rhythm that kept them both hanging. Her thigh muscles trembled but it wasn’t from exertion. She wanted to go faster, harder.
Right here, right now, she was in control and she planned to keep it. She was determined to hold on as long as she could.
She kept up the pace for several seconds before sinking deep and holding. Watching Keegan, she saw his eyes narrow and his jaw tighten, his fingers digging deeper into her hips.
She felt his restraint, knew he wanted to thrust, but he wouldn’t take the reins away from her. She planned to repay him for his trust very soon.
But first…
“Erik.”
She looked over her shoulder to see Erik standing where they’d left him. Arms crossed over his chest, his eyes held an avid gleam.
Releasing one hand from Keegan’s shoulder, she crooked her index finger at Erik and watched the corners of his mouth tilt up.
She’d rarely seen Erik smile. She liked knowing she could make him. She also liked knowing he would indulge her.
Walking toward them, he never lost the smile. It made the scars on the right side of his face pull and twist. Instead of focusing on the reminders of the ordeal he’d gone through, she looked into his eyes. She wasn’t turned off by his scars and she refused to not acknowledge them, but they weren’t all that he was.
Despite what those bitchy women had said earlier tonight, he was not ruined.
As she held Keegan tight inside her, heard his labored breathing in her ears, she waited for Erik to cross the room. He took his own sweet time and she felt Keegan’s control begin to fray. His fingers flexed on her hips and his cock throbbed in her pussy. She tightened around him, making him swear under his breath.
She petted Keegan’s chest but didn’t take her gaze away from Erik. When he finally stood beside her, she pointed to the cushion next Keegan.
“I don’t want you to feel left out.”
He didn’t move right away, just stared down at her for a few seconds.
“I don’t ever feel left out when you’re around, Jules.”
Her heart twisted at the restrained emotion in his voice. “I’m going to reward you for that.” She grabbed his waistband and pulled him closer when he didn’t move fast enough. Every slight motion made her aware of the thickness of Keegan’s cock in her pussy and the control he was exerting not to move.
And she knew he wouldn’t, not as long as she wanted him to keep still. No matter what it cost him.
“Kneel here. Close enough that I can reach you. Then I’m going to suck you.”
Keegan groaned again, low and deep in his chest, and she felt the sound rumble from his cock into her pussy then deep inside.
Erik’s gaze narrowed until his dark eyes were mere slits. He didn’t move on her command, but after a few seconds, he closed the steps between him and the couch.
When he knelt on the cushion she’d indicated, she reached for the button of his jeans with both hands, shifting on Keegan’s cock and making him thrust just enough to keep himself seated deep.
She had to stop for a second because the sensation was so damn good.
Her hands began to shake as she forced the button through the hole.
“No more buttons,” she muttered as the button proved stubborn. “Snaps. Jeans should only have snaps.”
“I promise I’ll remember that the next time I go shopping,” Erik muttered, though he didn’t attempt to help her. Instead, one hand went to the back of her head to sink his fingers into her hair. He didn’t pull her closer or tug her head back. He just rubbed the strands between his fingers.
Tilting her face up to him, she flashed him a quick smile and watched his lips part to draw in a deep breath. Her heart thudded almost painfully in her chest at the thought that she could whip these men into as much of a frenzy as they did her.
Every time they touched her, she felt it. In the pulse of Keegan’s cock in her pussy and the weight of his hands on her hips. And in the pounding pulse at the base of Erik’s neck and the rigid length of his body next to her.
The control her men exerted as they allowed her to take over, once again, said this was more than just a game to them. It was a commitment. At least, that’s what it felt like.
But was it a long-term one? Or was she seeing something that wasn’t there?
Questions for another time, because right now she wanted to shut off her brain and lose herself in them.
After working each of the four buttons through their holes, she pushed Erik’s pants down, releasing his cock.
It sprang forward, thick and hard, and she bent to rub her lips against the tip.
Erik’s fingers tightened in her hair for several seconds, but he didn’t yank or pull. Keegan shifted slightly, and she slid a glance sideways to find him watching her. Which made her want to put on a show for him as she pleasured Erik.
She tilted her head to make sure Erik could see as she opened her mouth and took his cock between her lips.
She wanted to watch Keegan but she couldn’t keep her eyes open as the decadent sensation of firm, hot flesh glided between her lips. Combined with the throbbing cock in her pussy, her body began to sink into orgasm almost immediately. Her sheath contracted around Keegan’s shaft, wringing another heartfelt “Fuck me” from him. But he didn’t move.
Erik couldn’t hold still. His hips jerked forward when she took him all the way to her throat and held him there for long seconds before retreating, her tongue flat against the underside of his cock until only the tip remained between her lips.
Above her, Erik’s tortured breathing rang in her ears as she continued her slow torture. She wanted to draw this out, make it last as long as possible. Show them how good they were together.
And hold off the decisions that would have to be made.
“Fuck, I love your mouth.” Erik’s voice was a low growl. “So hot.”
His growled response sent a shiver through her, and she sucked hard enough to make Erik groan.
“Come on, Jules. Get him off so I can make you come.” Keegan had leaned forward so he could speak directly into her ear. “You’re gonna come so fucking hard. I promise you’re not gonna want to move for days.”
She was already exactly where she wanted to be. Why would she ever want to move?
But she did want to come, the ache in her pussy needing to be soothed.
She quickened her pace, cupping one hand between Erik’s legs to stroke his balls, making his cock pulse in her mouth. Then he started to move in a slow, jerky rhythm.
Her free hand reached out and Keegan pressed his palm against hers, weaving their fingers together, holding her tight. Then he began to move as well.
At first, the dual motion threw her off her rhythm and she let the men take over. Erik gripped her head to hold her steady, not forcing himself too deep. Keegan’s hips thrust slowly at first but picked up speed quickly, as if he couldn’t help himself.
Keegan’s hand on her hip and the one gripping her hand tightened, anchoring her to him, while Erik began to match Keegan’s pace. Deliberate or not, the men’s synched movements made her burn hotter.
She moved with them, let her tongue glide down Erik’s cock as he sank it deep in her mouth then swirled it around the tip when he withdrew. On his last retreat, she let him slip completely from her mouth then smoothed her lips down the shaft to place a suckling kiss at the base before working her way back up to the tip.
With her lips positioned at the tip once again, she blew a stream of air over the head and felt his cock leap, bumping against her mouth.
“Go ahead, babe. Tease me all you want.”
Tilting her head until she could see Erik’s eyes, she smiled up at him. “I plan—”
She moaned when Keegan thrust and held, hitting a particularly sensitive area inside her.
Her eyes snapped closed as desire rocked through her, making her breath catc
h in her throat.
“Don’t stop now, Jules.” Keegan’s gravel-tinged tone battered at her senses. “We’re just getting started.”
“Absolutely,” Erik chimed in. “I wanted to come now and again later. You’re not leaving tonight.”
She moaned in delirious pleasure. Again sounded good. Later sounded like a promise.
“Between us all night.” Keegan’s thrusts increased in speed until she felt like limp jelly. “Where you should’ve been.”
Yes. It’s what she’d wanted since Christmas Eve morning when she’d woken in her bed alone. She’d wanted to be back here with them.
She ramped up her own technique now, using her vaginal muscles to clamp around Keegan’s cock and sucking hard on Erik’s.
It became a delicate game, but she wasn’t sure what the prize was because they were all going to be satisfied when they finally collapsed.
And that moment was coming faster than any of them had anticipated.
She heard the hitch in Keegan’s breathing and felt his increasingly unsteady rhythm as he thrust into her. Erik wasn’t far behind, though he was more careful not to be rough. Which meant he still had a slim grasp on his control.
And that was unacceptable.
She started in on him with abandon, chasing his orgasm as hard as she did her own. Her body cranked closer with Keegan’s every thrust, and she let her mouth work Erik harder, drawing harder on his cock, sucking him deeper.
Erik’s fingers tightened in her hair and he thrust, his cock stretching her mouth until it tingled and burned.
Humming around his length, she slid back to the tip and drew in a deep breath as Keegan released her hand so he could put both of his on her hips. Then he took control and started to pound into her. The change in rhythm made the base of his cock hit her clit at a different angle and she started to come, her body convulsing with pleasure.
She sucked in a breath and exhaled on a moan, which made Erik groan in concert with Keegan.
As Keegan’s cock began to pump his cum into her pussy, Erik’s twitched then he began to spill into her mouth.
Both men groaned, holding deep, clutching at her as if she might try to get away.
She could barely think, much less consider getting away. Sensation washed over her, finally taking her under, and she let her men hold her up.
Chapter 2
Erik’s thigh muscles quivered as Jules tilted back her head, letting his cock slide from her mouth.
Sinking into the corner of the sofa before his legs betrayed him and dumped his ass on the floor, he watched as she sank against Keegan, his friend’s arms curving around her back to hold her against his chest.
Holy shit. They were gonna kill themselves if they kept this up.
But damn, what a way to go.
He met Keegan’s gaze, still glazed with lust. And no lingering trace of guilt.
Good.
Now… What now?
Julianne sighed, drawing his attention down to where she rested her head against Keegan’s shoulder, eyes closed and hair mussed from his fingers.
Beautiful.
“Time for bed. Everybody upstairs.”
He looked at Keegan, ready to shoot down any argument he planned. But Keegan shocked the hell out of him when he nodded.
His bed was big enough for the three of them. They’d already proven that. But tomorrow—well, later today, actually—he was going out and buying an even bigger bed. He’d get rid of a few pieces of furniture if he needed to.
“Need to text my mom, tell her I won’t be home.”
Jules’ voice sounded sleepy but peaceful, and her mouth held a slight smile.
“I’ll find your purse. Keegan, take her upstairs.”
Without a word, Keegan rose from the sofa, settling Jules more securely in his arms. Her arms encircled Keegan’s shoulders and her cheek rested against his chest but her eyes were on him.
“Bossy.”
That one word held a hint of amusement that was reflected in her eyes. But it didn’t manage to totally wipe away the worry he still saw there.
Tomorrow morning, they’d have time to talk.
“That’s why they pay me the big bucks.”
Keegan huffed. “Well, you’re not my damn boss and we get paid the same.”
“True. So just go the fuck upstairs, okay?”
Jules’ mouth curved even more as Keegan curled his fingers around Jules’ arm until only the middle one remained straight.
Then Keegan headed toward the door to the hall. “Bring me a bottle of water.”
“Sure.”
“And a bottle of Tylenol.”
“I live to serve.”
“Fuck you,” Keegan threw over his shoulder as he disappeared into the hall.
Erik didn’t let himself stop to think. He headed toward the hall where he knew Jules had dropped her purse.
Grabbing it, he steered back toward the kitchen, grabbed three water bottles then ran up the steps, taking them two at a time.
He forced himself not to run down the hall to his bedroom.
But when he walked through the doorway, he had to hold back a groan.
Jules lay in the center of the bed, eyes closed, dark hair spread all over a pillow. Keegan lay next to her, his eyes closed, as well.
Good, they could all use some rest. Apparently none of them had been getting much sleep since the first night they’d spent together. Setting the bottles on the bedside table as quietly as he could, he headed for the bathroom.
He didn’t realize he was grinning until he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirrored medicine cabinet. Without thought, he ripped open the door because he really hated to look at himself, grabbed the bottle of painkillers, then closed the door, his eyes automatically veering away from the glass.
Coward.
Yeah, he was. And he didn’t want to be anymore.
He forced himself to lift his gaze and look at his reflection.
He didn’t bother with the mostly unscarred side of his face. Sometimes that made him just as crazy as looking at his scars.
Now, he focused on the right side. On the worst of the damage. Forced himself to really look.
And it was bad. No way around it. You could see where the grafts had been done, where the skin was different. Ruined. That side of his mouth also had damage that made it look misshapen. Deformed. Although…it wasn’t as bad as it’d been before. Or as bad as he thought it’d been before.
The color was off in places, and the texture was rough, but…
No. No sugar-coating. It was still pretty damn awful. After all the operations, he’d finally come to grips with the scars on his body. Mostly because he could cover those and not think about them.
But his face… That made people gape and stare, their eyes filled with pity. He could deal with stares. But the pity…
How did Jules even manage to look at him much less let him have sex with her?
Because maybe it’s not as bad as you think?
For the first year after the fire, the image staring back at him in a mirror had been a monster, frightening to him and everyone around him. His mom and sister had actually cried, his brother and dad had even looked a little shaken. His girlfriend at the time, the woman he’d actually considered marrying… Probably better not to even think about her.
It’d taken him months to look in a mirror and then several more to chance it again.
Only to be disappointed after the subsequent operations when his image had changed. But not enough. After that fifth surgery, when he’d said no more, he’d had a lingering sense of grief that he’d battled with anger.
And by throwing himself into work and hunting for the person who’d caused the explosion.
“Jesus, Erik, what the fuck are you doing? I thought you were bringing me the damn Tylenol?”
Erik’s gaze shifted from his face in the mirror to Keegan, standing in the doorway behind him.
Turning, Erik tossed the pill bottle at Keegan
, who caught it with one hand, even though he grimaced like it hurt.
“Headache start already?”
Keegan nodded, spilling out three pills then dry-swallowing them before walking over to the sink to get some water.
Erik moved out of his way, heading for the door, but stopped before leaving the room.
“Don’t get any smart ideas about going anywhere.” Erik tossed over his shoulder before leaving. “She’ll be pissed and so will I.”
A huge sigh from Keegan, who looked at him in the mirror. “I’m not leaving. But your shitty bed’s lumpy. And short.”
“Don’t worry, I’m getting a new one—a bigger one—tomorrow. Today. Whatever.”
Keegan wanted to say something. Erik saw it in the muscle throbbing in his friend’s jaw. He waited, ready to smack down anything Keegan said that would fuck with the decent mood he was in right now.
Only to feel let down when Keegan just shook his head.
“Shut the door on your way out.”
Erik did.
Jules was still asleep when he walked back to the bed. He didn’t let himself overthink his actions as he slid beneath the covers and lay on his back. She lay curled on her side and he felt each breath against his shoulder. His right shoulder. If he didn’t move and she didn’t move, the first thing she saw in the morning would be his ruined face.
Turning on his side to face her, he let himself stare. The dark smudges under her eyes showed she wasn’t sleeping well.
Join the club, babe.
Which was total bullshit. He didn’t want her to suffer because of him. Them. But she had been. He and Keegan had put those dark circles there.
Or maybe he was being totally self-centered and her fatigue had nothing to do with them.
She sighed, shifting beneath the covers, and he reached for her, his hand curving around her hip.
Her eyes cracked open and she stared at him.
“Closer.”
He smiled at the slightly grumpy tone of her voice. “Are you cold?”
“A little.”
“Then come here.”
She twisted over onto her other side then wiggled her way back into him, ass against his thighs, her back to his chest. With a soft grunt, she pushed her hair back and settled her head on the pillow again. He wondered what she’d do if he twisted that hair around his fist, spread her legs and sank into her. Again.
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