by Rylon, Jayne
Her voice hitched at that last bit, and Owen had to resist the urge to smack Trent for making her doubt they would for even a moment.
“Of course I did.” Trent seemed slightly insulted she’d consider anything else, but why should he be when that’s the impression he’d given her?
Hopefully, she’d known that Owen and Lorenzo wouldn’t have allowed Trent to do anything but barter for her. They would have done it themselves if they’d had the necessary cash. And if Ford hadn’t hired the security experts, Owen probably would have pulled out some of the dirty tricks he’d learned on the street and found a way to talk to people he’d though best left forgotten in order to track her down.
Fortunately, it hadn’t come to that so she didn’t realize how savage he could be when backed into a corner.
“Thanks,” Holly whispered before spearing her fingers into Trent’s hair and dragging him to her for a slow, tender kiss. If Owen hadn’t already been hard—a reaction to the adrenaline, or maybe the direction he’d hoped they were headed all along—he would have gotten stiff watching the way they made out. It was entirely different from how Trent had been with women they’d shared before. Hell, he’d never kissed them at all. Even if he had, Owen was sure it wouldn’t have been with as much intimacy or passion.
Owen hoped to experience that kind of affection someday, but for now, binging on their passion would work. If his fist dropped to his cock and began to stroke it, no one would blame him. Certainly not Lorenzo, who did the same as he stared at the pair between them, gluing them together.
Owen lowered himself to his stomach and brushed his thumb right beneath the bandage encircling Holly’s wrist. The sight of it pained him, so he leaned in to place gentle kisses above the gauze and tape, traveling up her arm. Lorenzo looked at him over Trent’s back and proceeded to mimic his motions.
They worked together, pretending they were trying to soothe her when Owen knew damn well it was themselves they were comforting. They’d barely found her and they’d almost lost her. Their friendship wouldn’t have been able to recover if anything had happened to her.
They’d almost ruined everything.
Owen wasn’t going to let that happen again. She was precious to him, even if she didn’t understand that yet.
Holly shivered and wrenched her mouth from Trent’s in order to suck in several heaving breaths. She whipped her gaze to Owen. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.”
He grinned. He was worshipping her. So was Lorenzo. Trent would be again too, as soon as he finished ridding himself of his clothes. While he did, Owen walked Holly’s T-shirt up her stomach and nuzzled the underside of her breasts. She was so soft and warm he couldn’t wait until he could sink into her and burn off his lingering tension.
Lorenzo lifted her shoulders and helped him shed her shirt and unwrap her bra from around her luscious body. When Trent returned, pressing his bare chest to hers, she gasped. “Hurry, Trent.”
Owen slid his hand between them. There wasn’t going to be enough time to do this the way he would have preferred. So instead, he concentrated on making sure she was ready and able to handle it when Trent lifted up enough to fit his cock to her entrance.
He traced light circles around her clit and sucked on her nipple while Lorenzo took care of her other side, kneading her breast and taking up kissing her when Trent levered himself farther upright for a better angle.
Holly’s moan made it clear when he’d worked his way inside her tight pussy.
The guy had more self-control than Owen. He started out with slow, gentle glides of his hips that plunged him to the hilt before slipping back out. But it didn’t take long before Trent was obeying the urging of Holly’s heels on his ass, which insisted he drive deeper and faster within her.
Owen glanced up and saw Trent fucking with his eyes closed, a sure sign that he was trying to hold out. Owen didn’t blame him. Holly looked incredible taking his dick and loving every second of the time they spent joined.
So it shocked the hell out of him when Holly said, “Trent, don’t stop. I’m close.”
And instead of reassuring her that he was too, he cooed, “Go ahead. Get it, Holly. I want you to come on me.”
How the hell was he going to pull that off without caving to his own desires? Owen and Lorenzo shot each other questioning stares over Holly’s body, which writhed between them. Lorenzo asked, “You’re not gonna join her?”
“Not if I can help it.” Trent grunted as he drove forward.
Holly froze, a moment away from climax. “Huh?”
“Not this time anyway. Next time, probably.” Trent grabbed one of her knees in each palm and rocked them back so he could plunge all the way in.
Holly seemed like she might argue, except the combination of Trent’s drilling cock, Owen’s hand stroking her clit, and Lorenzo reclaiming her mouth with his own made it impossible. Every muscle in her body tensed. From this close, Owen watched her pussy clamp around Trent’s shaft before she fed her scream to Lorenzo and shuddered between them.
Trent tried to ride it out, to let her take her fill, but he had to bail at the last minute. “Fuck, Holly. It feels too good.”
He rolled to the side toward Lorenzo and shoved their friend’s shoulder in Holly’s direction. His meaning was clear even if he was rendered speechless by trying to keep his desire in check.
Holly was still surrendering small, evenly spaced moans and sighs when Lorenzo took Trent’s place and rubbed his dick up and down her slick slit. Her eyes flew open and her mouth formed a tempting O as she caught on to Trent’s diabolical plan.
When she nodded, and held her hand out toward Lorenzo, he gave her what she wanted.
The man dropped a string of Portuguese that was probably part curse and part thanks as he invaded her still pulsing pussy, surrounding himself in her heat and softness.
The thing about Lorenzo was that he had nerves of steel and all the self-control that Owen lacked. He’d see this as a challenge. Owen grinned and settled in for the show.
“You think this is funny?” Holly asked with a wry grin.
“When it’s them you’re torturing, yeah.” He laughed, then wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, leaning down to seal their mouths in a kiss. He hadn’t meant for it to be so explosive, but when she met him halfway they collided, their lips crashing against each other as they took what they needed.
He’d wanted to do that from the moment they’d recovered her from the blackmailers. Waiting for hours, and acting like they didn’t have this intense bond between them, had nearly wrecked him all over again.
“Yeah!” Trent cheered them on. “Get her ready again so Lorenzo can make her even hotter for your turn.”
Owen growled, the anticipation of having her only ramping him up higher. But first, Lorenzo was going to pamper her and give her a break. They all knew Owen wasn’t capable of that kind of patience and gentleness.
He backed away, busying himself with caressing every inch of her that he could reach from his side of the bed while Trent did the same from his, kissing her shoulder and telling her over and over again how great she’d felt wrapped around him and how hard he was going to come when he finally allowed himself to surrender.
Lorenzo smiled down at her when her eyes finally fluttered open again. He cuddled her in his arms and rubbed his cheek against hers. His hair fell across their faces, curtaining them from Trent and Owen. With a sense of false privacy, he murmured, “Hi.”
“Hey,” she smiled contentedly.
Maybe Trent had been enough for her. Owen and Lorenzo wouldn’t blame her if he had.
“You’re not going to leave me like this are you?” she murmured.
“Like what?” he wondered.
“Needy. Hoping for more…”
“I’ll give you as much as I can,” Lorenzo promised. Would she realize, as Owen did, that he was talking about a lot more than a ride on his dick? Holly had reached the real Trent and brought him out from behind a wa
ll they’d never been able to break through. It hadn’t taken her long to get to each of them, even if she had no idea of how special that was. Lorenzo was hooked too. If he couldn’t say so, he was about to let his body do the talking for him.
“Good. I can take it, Lorenzo.”
Did she realize what Lorenzo suspected? He’d confessed to Trent and Owen one drunken night that he believed the reason his almost-bride hadn’t showed up to their wedding had been because she couldn’t handle Lorenzo’s desires. That he never should have risked sharing her with a friend they’d grown up with, not even if she’d been the one to plant the idea in his mind.
Lorenzo had heard they’d ended up together and somehow genuinely hoped those backstabbers were happy, even though her one-time fantasy—which may have been a ploy to test-drive the other man—had triggered something in Lorenzo that he’d never been able to shake.
Owen prayed, for Lorenzo’s sake if not his own, that Holly wouldn’t decide later she’d checked a foursome off her sexual bucket list and leave them with only memories of how incredible an encounter like this could be with no way to ever achieve these heights again.
Lorenzo must have been sharing Owen’s thoughts. His cock wilted slightly. Of course, Holly noticed. “Need a break? Or maybe a hand…or mouth?”
He shook his head. “No, I only need you and this silky pussy.”
“Quit thinking and fuck,” Trent commanded. “Don’t let your doubts ruin the best thing we’ve ever had. Trust me, it’s a terrible idea.”
Lorenzo nodded then seemed to allow physical sensations to overwhelm him. It was the only way to guarantee he didn’t let his issues trip them up like Trent’s had the night before. Owen vowed he would do the same when it was his turn.
Holly hummed when Lorenzo ground them together then withdrew to begin again. From either side of them, Trent and Owen witnessed how she molded to him, wrapping her arms and legs around him to hold him tight. Lorenzo wasn’t going to reject her full-body hug. He got lost in the feel of her surrounding him, clinging to him, instead of shoving him away like his ex had.
That meant he moved more carefully, with shorter, slower strokes. And as amazing as Holly must have felt against and around him, he had enough stamina to last a long time with such measured movements.
Holly, on the other hand, wasn’t complaining. She ran her fingers through Lorenzo’s hair, dragged him to her for long, languid kisses that matched the sedate pace of their movements, and sighed between his open lips. She rallied from her previous climax bit by bit until eventually she was digging her heels into his ass and encouraging him to fuck her faster and harder, though it would have been impossible for him to be any deeper inside her than he already was.
Owen stared at where her body swallowed Lorenzo whole. Damn.
Trent lifted her hand and kissed each of her fingers before asking, “Are you going to come again, Holly?”
She bit her lip and nodded as she concentrated on the pleasure beginning to coalesce in her core. Owen saw her tightening around Lorenzo, and wondered if he was going to be able to resist, like Trent had. He was sure his roommate would have loved to surrender, to allow himself to be swept away with her, except he knew—as Owen did—that the longer they held out, the better they could satisfy Holly.
And they had a lot to make up for after the night before.
That thought alone kept him focused, primed without danger of being unable to do his part.
Lorenzo put every one of the hip rolls dancing had taught him to good use as he fucked Holly. When he tapped a particular spot deep within her, she gasped and her eyes flew open. He grinned as he repeated the motion again and again.
Trent chuckled. “You’re evil, Lorenzo.”
“Determined,” he corrected through clenched teeth.
It only took a time or two more before Holly shattered around him. He let her squeeze his cock and hug it tight before he admitted he was about to lose it too and reluctantly withdrew.
It was only when he slumped onto the pillows that he seemed to realize what his marathon performance had done to Owen, who was nearly vibrating with the need to be inside Holly. The tip of his cock was wet with precome and his breathing was harsh and uneven.
Owen had run out of patience and restraint. He rasped to Trent, “Make sure I don’t hurt her.”
“You’re not going to do that.” Holly grabbed hold of his wrist and yanked. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me today, but…I need more. I need you.”
“I don’t see anything wrong with that at all.” Trent grinned even as Owen grimaced. Was she bummed that her body craved his?
When he hesitated, she lost the dazed look in her eyes long enough to rethink what she’d said. “Owen, sorry. I didn’t mean it like it sounded. It’s just that I’ve never been like this before. You guys make me…insatiable.”
“It’s because you want all three of us. Together again. And until you have it, this is just an appetizer.” Trent kissed her forehead. “I know, because it’s the same for me.”
Sure enough, Trent was so damn hard it had to hurt. Lorenzo was too, idly rubbing his dick while he watched Holly move restlessly on the bed beneath Owen. Every stroke or two Lorenzo had to stop and let himself recover some more. Owen could understand. Holly had him on the verge of exploding and he hadn’t even been inside her yet.
“We can do that if you want.” Owen tried not to sound disappointed. Selfish or not, he’d hoped to have her to himself for just a few minutes before they moved on.
Holly shook her head. “Trent’s going to have to wait his damn turn.”
The guy chuckled at that, clearly not too upset about it. “Every turn is my turn when I get to see you loving this like you do.”
“Good. Then it’s settled. Please, Owen.” Her doe eyes seemed bigger and more beautiful than he’d realized when she peered up at him from beneath heavy lids.
“No need to beg,” he promised her. His body responded for him, moving closer so that he could set the tip of his cock at her entrance. Meanwhile, Lorenzo and Trent took care of desensitizing her, touching her everywhere and kissing her shoulders, neck, and breasts.
All Owen had to do was fuck and they would make sure it was good for her.
He had one job. He could do that.
Owen pressed forward, tunneling within her hot hold. The slick velvet of her pussy welcomed him and guaranteed he wouldn’t be able to hang on anywhere near as long as Lorenzo had before he needed to call in reinforcements.
Fortunately, now that she’d already come twice, Holly seemed in the rhythm of things. It didn’t take many pumps for her thighs to start trembling around his hips.
“Damn,” she moaned. “You’re so good at that. Fuck me faster, Owen. Harder.”
It was what he was best at. Trent was debonair, Lorenzo was sultry, and Owen…well…he was raw and rough around the edges. If that’s what she needed, intensity without a lot of polish, she’d come to the right man.
He planted his hands on either side of her and bit her lower lip, claiming her attention. It meant he wouldn’t last very long, but that wasn’t what she seemed to crave anyway. Not after the slow ride Lorenzo had taken her for.
She strained against him, her body taut and seeking. Rocking, she slapped her pelvis against his, grinding her clit against the base of his dick. She used him, and he loved every moment of pleasuring her. It gave him purpose and made him feel…valuable. Like he was contributing something to their group.
For so long it had been him against the world, he hadn’t realized he needed to be part of something greater than only his own self-preservation. Now he knew better.
It was that thought that allowed him to keep plowing into her with the speed and efficiency of a machine, making her shudder and cry out his name, over and over until she began to tremor.
Holly gripped his forearms and dug her nails in, only spurring him on.
She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, the most amazing woman he’
d known, never mind slept with. He wished he could have told her all that, but it was too difficult for him. So he tried to translate his emotions into movement, and hoped she understood what their bodies were saying when they came together so perfectly.
Almost too perfectly.
Owen clenched his jaw as Holly began to chant his name, and prayed he could hang on a little longer, because they were about to take things to the next level.
7
Lorenzo saw Owen’s hips jerk and knew the man was close. When Holly screamed and bucked, Owen froze. He threw his head back and swore at the ceiling, but by some miracle, despite having his cock massaged by Holly’s tight pussy, he didn’t come with her.
When she’d settled, Owen withdrew, his cock painfully hard and darker than Lorenzo had ever seen it before.
So why had he held off? For the same reason they all had, Lorenzo figured.
They wanted to do this together. It didn’t seem right to finish this any other way than how they meant to go forward. As one unit.
Holly had rolled onto her side, melting over Trent’s chest, her head lolling on his shoulder as Owen cradled her, caressing her and whispering over and over how beautiful and brave she was, how magnificent.
And when Trent said, “One more time, Holly. And this time we want to let go when you do.”
She moaned but didn’t object or say she didn’t have it in her, because they all knew she did. Holly blinked her eyes open and smiled softly. “Yes, I want that too. But how?”
Her genuine curiosity made Lorenzo’s cock twitch. He couldn’t wait to show her the variety of ways they could make love to her and discover more than he already knew himself.
“Let us worry about that.” Trent kissed her neck, making her sigh and squirm despite her recent releases. “All you have to do is be open to us.”
Holly closed her eyes again and went lax, trusting them completely.
Lorenzo groaned when a bead of slickness spilled from his tip and rolled down his knuckles. He hadn’t meant to touch himself, but by the time he realized he had, he was fully hard again, ready to give Holly as much of him as she could take.
