by Jory Strong
He nodded. “Kick it back to the Londons and they’ll just drag someone else into it. You’ve read my reports?”
“Yes.”
“You notice those high-end boutiques? Both of them cozied up to a ritzy hotel, every shopping trip lasting an hour, sometimes a little less?”
She nodded.
“The boutiques have private entrances into the hotels, I’m assuming, so someone on the hotel staff can access the merchandise on behalf of a guest.”
Despite everything, excitement flashed through Grace. She’d been on the right track. She’d suspected Avery was using them as a blind. She’d planned on following Avery in and confirming the suspicion.
“You discovered who one of her clients is,” Grace guessed.
“And less than an hour later, I was pulled over by Wyatt and Gonzalez.” He took another swallow of coffee, set the cup down on the table, the paper yielding under the force of his grip. “They reminded me that my younger brother hasn’t been sentenced yet on a possession charge.”
Which was why they’d let him watch Avery London for a month, because they’d known they had leverage to back him off. And was probably why he’d remained interested, because like her, he hated to be threatened instead of being asked to cooperate.
“Who was the client?”
“A state senator. That’s all I’m giving you, except for some advice.” He stood. “Call this good when it comes to satisfying your curiosity.”
She waited until he’d left the coffee shop. Then feeling paranoid, waited a little longer before leaving it herself.
As she drove home, she re-examined what she’d learned, what she’d seen, what she’d suspected. She was still curious. She didn’t intend to act on the curiosity.
I’ll have answers soon.
That was a gut read. Strong enough she would have bet money on it.
She turned onto her street, one type of curiosity yielding to another at seeing the two very expensive sports cars parked in front of her house.
I’m really going to do this. After all the fantasizing, I’m going to finally experience this.
A shiver went through her. She felt nervous, excited, needy.
There wasn’t even a whisper of misgiving.
This was why she hadn’t immediately asked for another case. This was why she’d contacted Webber first, to get Avery’s case behind her as much as possible, so there’d be no reason for conflict.
She pulled into the driveway. Parked and got out of the Beetle.
Her nipples were already hard, tight points. Her sex already burned.
The front door opened and her breath caught, her heart leapt all barriers meant to keep it safe.
Mace stood there, bare-chested, barefooted.
Cade joined him, stripped to his jeans as well, the two of them masculine perfection.
Her heart tripled its beat, longing swelling inside her because this wasn’t just about sex. This was the dream of what she wanted in her future, these two men waiting for her when she got home, always wanting her, the expressions on their faces holding the same desire she read in them now.
She walked toward them, and it was as if time slowed, allowing her to experience every second, bringing everything into sharp focus. The sun on her skin, the chafing of clothes that now seemed too restrictive, the darkening of their eyes, the subtle shifting of their bodies as if they wanted to come to her but knew they’d better not touch her until all three of them were inside.
She reached them. Inhaled. Their scents curled through her, heightening her need for them.
They parted, allowing just enough space so her body brushed theirs as she entered the house.
The door shut.
The space separating them disappeared.
They trapped her between them, Cade at her left side. Mace at her right, both of them facing her.
The burn in her sex intensified. Turned liquid when Mace’s hand settled on her abdomen, his other collaring her neck while Cade’s covered one of her breasts, the other pressed to the base of her spine.
Need shuddered through her. A sigh of surrender escaped. And as if that’s what they’d been waiting for, Cade’s mouth took hers. His tongue slid between her lips. His fingers captured her nipple, squeezed, sending a shot of ecstasy straight to her sex.
She whimpered and Mace’s hand pushed beneath the waistband of her panties, glided over her clit.
Her hips canted, her thighs widened in an automatic pleading for more.
“She’s wet for us,” Mace said, dark, heady satisfaction in his voice. His words, their touches, Cade’s mouth and tongue, making her wetter.
Cade’s hand left her breast and went to the front of her jeans, opening them, giving Mace more access, more freedom to touch her pussy.
She trembled with the wicked eroticism of it. Knew she’d been right in thinking they shared as part of their relationship, and that only made her tremble more.
They held her so her arms were down, the only places she could easily touch were Cade’s denim-blocked thigh and Mace’s denim-protected ass.
She made a sound of frustrated protest at not being able to make contact with their skin.
Mace laughed and said in a husky voice, “That’s right, baby, you’re not in control here.”
Cade’s hand pushed beneath shirt and bra. He grasped her nipple, tugging, squeezing, sending waves of liquid heat downward to coat Mace’s fingers.
Mace slipped them inside her. Fucked through her lower lips as Cade’s tongue did the same to her mouth.
They drove out every thought. Every reality.
More her body screamed as they loved her. As the pleasure built with each kiss. Each thrust of tongue and fingers.
More! More! More!
She wanted everything.
She gave everything.
Release burst through her in an explosion that would have forced the words I love you out if Cade’s mouth hadn’t prevented it.
Muscle and bone felt as if they’d dissolved. The only part of her that remained was a heart that beat wildly, and a head filled with haze and thunder.
If they hadn’t held her upright, she’d be a puddle of feminine satisfaction at their feet.
“You guys are lethal,” she finally managed, husky voiced, not even caring if she fed egos that had to be outrageous given how many—
Not going there.
This is my time with them.
And she’d almost said I love you.
A part of her—the part capable of pushing millions of dollars of chips into the middle of a poker table and saying all in—still wanted to say I love you. No, not want, needed to get it out in the open, so they’d understand the stakes if they were just playing.
“That was just welcome home,” Mace said, feeding the longing in her heart.
He claimed her mouth, her lips still wet from his brother’s kisses, and it was enough to bring desire roaring back, turning that first orgasm into an erotic appetizer.
Cade gathered her hair and pulled it to the side. He pressed his mouth to the spot he’d marked, sucked before moving upward.
Need built again, sharper this time, more desperate.
Mace swallowed her soft whimpers, his hand cupping her sex, his palm rhythmically pressing against her clit.
Her hips moved.
Thrust. Retreat.
Thrust. Retreat.
Thrust. Retreat.
Each iteration more frantic than the last. The words that labeled it more than just lust building, only to disappear down Mace’s throat in a cry of surrendered release.
Mace’s mouth left hers. He stepped away, taking his magical hands with him.
Grace shivered at the loss. Shivered again when Cade ended the physical contact.
“Take your clothes off, Grace,” Cade said.
The command lit her up on the inside. The words. The tone. The fact he’d ordered her to do it in front of Mace.
The shackles of inhibition fell away along with
any need for control. This was what she craved. What she wanted, the dominant expressions on their faces conveying the message that regardless of which one of them told her to do something, she belonged to both equally.
For now, the voice of self-preservation inserted.
Until death do us part, her heart countered.
She shed the shirt. The bra. Surrendered to feminine satisfaction at having smoldering masculine gazes latch onto her breasts.
Her back arched.
Their lips parted and she wanted to feel those lips on her skin, kissing, adoring, taking possession of her nipples, sucking.
When they didn’t reach out to touch, wicked, wanton wildness filled her, making her bolder than she’d ever been. She cupped her breasts, guided them upward and lowered her head, her tongue darting, licking over a nipple.
“Fuck,” Cade growled, hand dropping to the front of his jeans and causing heat to explode in her sex.
“I hope you know what you’re asking for,” Mace said, the sensual threat in his voice like erotic sandpaper, reminding her of earlier, when he’d grasped her hair and guided her down to his cock.
She licked the second nipple, then slid her hands downward, over the taut stomach it took work in the gym to maintain. Her thumbs hooked the waistband of her jeans and panties.
Mace’s hands went to the front of his. Unbuttoning, unzipping, freeing his cock.
Satisfaction, need, delicious uncertainty shivered through her, that he’d order her onto her knees, tell her to suck his cock while Cade watched.
Her panties grew wetter. She kicked off her shoes. Toed off her socks.
She pushed jeans and panties downward, thrilling at the way Cade’s hand tightened on his clothing-protected cock while Mace encircled his, stroked.
They made her feel beautiful. Powerful in her femininity and submission.
Her clothes hit the floor.
“Fuck,” Cade said, more groan than growl. It’d been too long since he was inside her to go where this particular game would lead. Soon, yeah, he’d enjoy a scene like the one about to unfold, with Mace ordering Grace onto her knees, guiding her sweet mouth to his dick, knowing that when it came to her, that’d fire up primitive instincts in both of them.
Not now. He’d never last. He’d spew come all over himself if he let this play out.
And this first time together, he wanted to demonstrate just how thoroughly she belonged to them in a different way, he wanted it to be about her, wanted to be absolutely sure Mace was as lost in her as he was.
He didn’t really doubt it, not after Mace had admitted to going in without a condom, but Mace hadn’t said the magic words. I love her. She’s it for me. I’m done with the casual. Permanently.
Cade swooped Grace up in his arms. Experienced a hit of satisfaction at hearing Mace’s curse, and an even greater one at having Grace turn instantly into him, her breasts pressed to his chest, her arms around his neck and her cheek rubbing his.
He carried her into the bedroom and placed her on the bed. Stripped and came down on top of her.
The feel of her naked body beneath his sent pleasure pulsing into him every place their skin touched. He wanted Mace with them, but at the same time, he needed a moment of pretending he and Grace were alone.
He’d found it nearly impossible to watch Avery’s apartment building when his mind kept filling with images of Grace, of them together, of what she might be doing with Mace.
Cade slanted his mouth over hers, thrust his tongue as he ground his cock against her smooth pussy. Every time an erection had subsided while sitting in the Beetle, he’d imagined her naked, welcoming him into her arms, into her body, and he’d gotten hard all over again.
They hadn’t been apart even half a day and he was starved for her, what’d just happened in the living room only sharpening that hunger.
He rocked against her. His dick in an agony of blissful hell.
Fuck, she did it for him. He ought to be sainted for waiting as long as he had before showing up at her door to claim her.
Breathing fast, he lifted his mouth off hers. “I ought to punish you.”
“Punish me for what?” she asked, blushing prettily because she wanted that punishment.
He’d give her that too. He’d give her anything she needed, including the truth.
“For making me suffer because I want you so much.”
Her eyes dilated. Her tongue darted out to lick over her upper lip and send a thousandth spike of need straight to his dick.
The mattress dipped as Mace joined them. “You’re going to make her impossible to live with, telling her stuff like that.”
He felt a tremor go through Grace. Fuck, his own pulse sped.
Was that Mace making a commitment? Envisioning her moving in with them? Or Mace just acknowledging that Grace wasn’t going to be living on her own much longer?
Cade brushed his mouth against hers, then slid off so Mace could touch her, kiss her. Make up his fucking mind so they could get everything out into the open.
She cupped Mace’s head, brought his mouth to hers, and fuck, he liked seeing them together, needed it on some level, though he wouldn’t sacrifice Grace’s needs for his own.
Mace kissed downward, her fingers buried in his hair. She moaned when he reached her breast, her back lifting off the mattress, urging him to suck.
Cade couldn’t prevent himself from claiming the other breast, his hand covering it, rubbing over the nipple before taking it between his fingers.
She writhed, her thighs opening, inviting.
His cock throbbed, hard and ready to answer that invitation.
He took her nipple between his lips, freeing his hand to go to her pussy.
Mace’s got there first.
Competition. Connection. Closeness. It added another layer to the pleasure of being with Grace.
He sucked her nipple and was consumed by scent and taste and texture. He was already addicted to the petal-soft feel of her pussy, the slick heat that wet his fingers before he rubbed them over her engorged clit.
She jerked and Mace returned to her mouth, claiming her whimpers and cries.
His brother’s swallowing them became motivation for Cade to kiss downward, take her lower lips with his.
He licked. Sucked. Used his mouth and tongue to ravish, possess, demand.
Need made him merciless.
She came, fluttering and clamping against his tongue. And he was done waiting.
He crawled up her body, would have knocked Mace away from her if his brother wasn’t smart enough to move.
Grace’s eyes were closed, her face flushed and head tipped back.
“Look at me,” he growled, fighting against pushing inside her.
Long lashes fluttered, lifted to reveal blue, passion-dazed eyes.
“Say my name.”
Her lips tipped upward, creating a sunburst of sensation in his chest.
“Cade,” she whispered.
He covered her mouth with his, the kiss carnal, tasting of her pleasure.
He forged into her. Gentle wasn’t an option. Not when thoughts of her had tormented him for hours.
He thrust. Deep. Hard. Set a rhythm that had her crying out, little sounds of ecstasy and surrender.
Her legs around his waist locked him in.
Her nails against his back urged him on.
He thrust harder. Faster. Each thrust striking her clit and rewarding him with one of her sweet whimpers.
And Mace watching, waiting to take her next deepened the pleasure.
Mace watching made it possible to keep Grace from striping away the last of his control until she came, fisting on his dick and allowing him to let go and come inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, giving her a chance to recover. Fuck, who was he kidding? He was the one who needed to recover.
But it was more than that. He loved being inside her unprotected. Loved the intimacy, the connection.
He loved her.
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sp; He’d never told a woman that. Didn’t say it now, not because he didn’t feel it, but because a declaration like that deserved something more, something other, something special.
With effort he yielded her body, a scream of protest sounding in his dick when he rolled off her.
Chapter Ten
Mace covered her, a shudder of pleasure going through him at feeling Grace’s skin touched to his.
He brushed his lips against hers. “You good?”
“Better than good.”
She stretched beneath him like a contented cat, her foot gliding down his calf.
He liked seeing her this way. Liked the way it made him feel.
He ground his cock against her clit, saw the flare of heat in her eyes.
“You’re so responsive,” he said. “It could go to a guy’s head.”
Her laugh was low, her smile teasing. “Like you need a bigger head.”
He nipped her bottom lip. Slanted his mouth over hers, satisfaction surging through him at the jerk of her hips, the grind of her pussy.
He slipped his tongue into her mouth.
She captured it, sucked, sending hot need straight to his cock, reminding him of the feel of her mouth on his dick.
He began thrusting, slow, torturous presses of cock to clit. The feel of her bare pussy was enough to fill his head with white noise. Fuck, the sight of it was enough to do that.
If she had any idea of what it did to him—
“From now on, you’re keeping that sweet pussy of yours nice and smooth,” he told her, his heart doing another sprint in his chest.
What happened to just once? What happened to there are so many ways this can go bad?
A flush spread across her cheekbones, burning away what resistance he could still manage after touching her with Cade.
Grace happened.
“Say it, Grace.”
She shivered beneath him, wrapped her legs around his waist. “I’ll keep myself bare.”
“Not enough.”
“I’ll keep myself bare for you. And for Cade.”
He gave her a hard kiss, for making him drag that out of her. She’d be lucky if they let her wear clothes at all when they were at home.
Her body was so soft beneath his, so willing and submissive. He’d never get enough of her. Truth, the more he had her, the more he’d want her.
