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by Ainsley Booth


  “What are you doing?” He spears his hands into my hair. Against my belly, I feel how hard he’s getting right now. With Hugh pressed against his back and me against his front, and I want…I want… Holy moly, do I want.

  I want things I can’t even name yet.

  20

  Hugh

  She’s fucking insane.

  She’s also a glorious little genius. She twisted Lachlan’s comment about being even right back on him, and now he’s sandwiched between us.

  Where I’ve wanted him for weeks, if I’m being honest. But this is more than I could allow myself to hope for.

  And I can feel how tense Lachlan is. Every muscle tightly coiled, ready to burst away from the embrace between his lovers.

  But Beth is persuasive. And sexy as hell. Over his shoulder, I watch her face. It’s all there. How much she wants to see us together. Fuck me, I don’t think she realizes what she’s asking for, but I’m game. I’ll drag them both to her bed and make them mine, over and over again.

  Just when I think it’s not going to work, I feel Lachlan submit to her—and that’s a fucking jolt to my cock. His body relaxes, and he shifts back and forth on his feet, rubbing against her. And against me, too.

  I stand there and take it. My hands hang loose at my sides.

  When Lachlan’s fingers brush mine, his right hand reaching back and finding me blindly, I’m not sure it’s deliberate at first. He still has his gaze locked on Beth, but with his second touch, he hooks my hand and tugs me around his body. As I move, not giving him an inch of space, he squeezes my hand, his knuckles rubbing against my erection. And when I get to Beth, he switches hands and pulls me right against her back.

  Now she’s in the middle, and Lachlan finally looks at me again.

  “You heard her,” he says roughly. “You up for some show and tell?”

  Beth turns halfway towards me, turning us into a tight triangle of fascination, voyeurism, and terrible ideas.

  Doesn’t change the fact that yeah, I’m fucking up for it. I slide my left hand over her back, and my right hand up his flexing biceps and onto his shoulder.

  His mouth is red and swollen from kissing her. His lips part, glinting wet as his tongue swipes against the inside of his lower lip. Will he taste like Beth?

  His hand fists in my shirt, pulling me in, and his eyes do that glassy, horny thing they usually do when we’re about to kiss.

  This isn’t our first rodeo.

  It’s just the first time—ever—we’ve had an audience.

  I guess he’s done processing that fact in his head, because he closes the distance between us smoothly and fits his lips against mine, a hard, familiar press of his mouth.

  He draws me in, sucking on my lower lip as he lines up our bodies in that way he likes. We’re not flush against each other because we’re holding on to Beth, too, but our hips are locked on my right and he releases his hold on my shirt to find my ass and curve his fingers around the right cheek.

  I deepen the kiss, cupping and squeezing the back of his neck until he groans in my mouth. If we were alone, I’d be shoving him to his knees right now.

  Shit, maybe I should do that. I curl my tongue around his, twisting the kiss in a dirty direction. Full of filthy promises I’m not sure I can keep tonight.

  Filthy teases are just as good.

  And maybe…

  I ease us apart and pull Beth between us, giving her to him again. He doesn’t hesitate, bending his knees so he can wrap himself around her.

  I watch them kiss and trace my hands in lazy circles on her hips. I could fuck her like this, while they made out. I could push them down on her couch, on the floor, and slide my cock all over their bodies. Into her, into him.

  I inch my fingers up, finding the bare skin at her waist. Higher, just a little bit. Her belly trembles under my touch.

  Jesus. I weave one hand into her hair and tug her away from kissing the big guy. “I know he’s tasty,” I say quietly when she whimpers. “But I gotta ask…how much more do you want?”

  She spins around, her eyes closed, and shamelessly rubs her ass against Lachlan’s bulge. My hands land on her ribcage and I stroke upward, teasing the bottom of her breasts.

  “Beth. You need to tell us.”

  “Shhh,” she whispers, still not opening her eyes. “Just kiss me.”

  I can’t not give in to that. I mirror how Lachlan had kissed her, gentle hands and plundering tongue, and she writhes against me until he moves in closer and eliminates any space for her to shift between us.

  His hands replace mine on her torso. I feel him cupping her breasts, then rubbing his way down her body and playing with the waistband of her pants.

  Fuck.

  I press closer, fitting myself against her, Lachlan’s fingers now rubbing both of our bellies. Hers soft, mine hard. There’s twice as much sizzle when they’re both touching me.

  Beth whimpers into my mouth.

  “You feel it too?” I nip at her lower lip. “Feel what you do to me? Both of you…”

  “I want more,” she whispers.

  Not specific, really. But Lachlan doesn’t seem to care. He slides his hands lower, into the front of her pants.

  I could combust just from watching him do this.

  We need to get more comfortable. I ease away from her, but before I can suggest the couch, the floor, the bed….anything, Lachlan’s got his hand between her legs and I’m frozen, watching as she slides into bliss for him.

  He doesn’t get her all the way off, he just winds her up, and when he lifts his hand again, it’s glistening.

  I step closer again and grab his wrist as he goes to lick them clean.

  “Let me,” I growl.

  “She’s delicious,” he says, his arm stiff. Not giving in.

  “I know, I’ve had a taste.” I grin at him and squeeze his wrist, reminding him how much I like to get my own way. I suck her juices off his fingers, pulling them into my mouth longer and harder than is strictly needed to taste her. I bet he’s so hard it hurts. Maybe Beth should be the one who goes down on her knees. “While you were gone, in fact.”

  Her eyes go wide as she looks up at me. “Hugh.”

  He ignores her. “What else did you do?”

  She swipes at me, but I dance out of the way. “That was enough.” I wink at her. “That was amazing.”

  He ducks his head and whispers something against the curve of her ear. She listens as she watches me with naked arousal written on her face, then slowly shakes her head. “Not yet.”

  Need punches hard in my gut. I know what he just asked her. And no, not yet.

  He lifts his head and locks his gaze on my face. The roll of emotions there is like a one-two punch. He’s relieved I haven’t fucked her yet. Like dick-in-pussy is some magic claim. I’ve fucked with her mind and made her scream my name. She’s mine just as much as his.

  But his eyes are liquid pools of want, too, and I know it’s not simple. He’s selfish about her. I can’t blame him too much for that—he’d convinced himself she was off-limits.

  When she—and maybe I—pushed him to admit what he wanted, then he really wanted. He’s desperate to claim her.

  And it’s not like I’m looking for the same thing.

  He can be as possessive as he wants. It won’t change what we do. No. The look on Beth’s face promises that much.

  I begin to unbutton my shirt. Her eyes follow the trail of my fingers. When I get to my belt, she pulls away from Lachlan and moves to help me. I don’t look at him. I don’t need to. I know he’ll be right behind her.

  21

  Lachlan

  My brain is firing in a million directions.

  Misfiring, really.

  The two people I’ve wanted more than anything else in the world—at different times, for different reasons, but still…these two people—are touching each other. For me. In front of me. Beth’s hands are on Hugh, and he’s moving her towards the couch. She does a backward side-step a
round an end table and they share a private laugh about something I can’t hear because blood is rushing, pounding in my ears.

  His shirt is off now and she leans in, brushing her lips over his chest. Maybe one of his tattoos. I could give her a tour of his ink—what’s old, what’s new. I know the story behind most of the designs.

  I know what his skin tastes like. My mouth waters as I follow them, circling around so I’m behind Beth again. I’ve learned the delicate taste of her skin, too.

  She glances at me over her shoulder, her eyes full to the brim with questions. Is this okay? Is this hot? Do you want to join?

  Yes, yes, hell yes.

  I can feel Hugh looking at me, too. His questions as loud as day. Where’d your jealousy go? Want to get your head on straight before you hurt her?

  We need to talk. In the back of my head, a bunch of stuff is pinging around. Polyamorous guidelines, how to have healthy open relationships…and none of it is coming out of my mouth.

  Instead, when I finally part my lips, a guttural plea slides out. “Kiss again.” I clear my throat. “I didn’t…couldn’t see…last time.” Need pounds through me. It turns my blood into fire and stretches my jeans tight. My hands swing loose at my sides, itching to grab them both.

  I grab myself instead. First my hips, planting my hands hard there. But as Hugh threads his fingers into Beth’s hair and holds her still so he can take her mouth, I give in to my deep, dark perverted side, and cup my cock through my jeans. It’s so hard it hurts, and just that touch alone is enough to crowd any thoughts about right and wrong and rules and common sense out of my head.

  Their kiss is intimate and private, but I don’t feel excluded. I move closer, shifting around them again so I can watch from the side. Seeing their lips brush back and forth…flashes of tongue and teeth, cheeks tugging back into unconscious smiles as they parry back and forth…that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  “Mmm,” Beth whimpers. I lean in. I don’t want to miss a single sound she makes. “I need…”

  “I know,” Hugh murmurs.

  He’s so gentle with her. I can’t get over the difference. Where’s the man who holds me down and takes what he wants?

  He kisses her again. “He’s right behind you.”

  Me. She’s talking about me, and he knows it. That’s heady. He turns her around and gives her a nudge, pushing her into my arms.

  We fall into one another, kissing and clawing at each other’s clothes until we’re both stripped down on top, just like Hugh. Her breasts overflow my hands as Hugh unhooks her bra, then his hands bump into mine.

  He cups her from behind, freeing my fingers to tug and play with her nipples until her eyes are glassy and her head is thrown back against Hugh’s shoulder.

  We’ve never shared a woman before, but I know we’re going to tonight. All the parts are moving in that direction, click click click, like a tumbler lock. Insert Beth and the pins slide effortlessly into place.

  I duck my head, but I’m too big, too tall to worship her breasts while I’m standing. I move to fall to my knees, but Hugh clamps a hand around my biceps and stops me. “Hang on,” he rasps. He sounds just as affected as I am, but when I meet his gaze, his eyes are sharper than mine feel. “We need to be sure we’re all on the same page. This wasn’t the plan for tonight.”

  “Plans change.” I flex my arm against his grip. He doesn’t let go, and that makes my cock ache. I soften my expression and give him a slow smile. “Come on. I know I charged in here like a bull in a china shop, but it’s been a long week. I’ve missed you both.”

  Between us, Beth’s breath hitches. I shift my attention back to her. Mine.

  “I missed you more than I expected,” I say softly as I stroke my fingertips up her chest, along the delicate line of her neck, and up to her mouth. “And I wanted to see you tonight. Mission accomplished. No more grumpiness.”

  Her lips part and I trace the soft, pink lushness. Her tongue slides out and licks at my fingers.

  I glance at Hugh, snug behind her, watching our every move. “See? We’re all good.”

  He brings his lips to Beth’s ear. “Is that true, beautiful? Are you all good?”

  “I’m definitely good,” she whispers back. Heat zings through me as her eyes darken and her lips part further. I slide my thumb over her tongue and she closes her mouth around it, sucking gently.

  Hugh chuckles darkly. “Then let’s move this to the bedroom.”

  I pick Beth up.

  “Put me down, I can walk.”

  Hugh chuckles. “How about you show Lachlan what a good girl you can be?”

  She snorts, but stops insisting I let her go.

  Hugh pulls up short as we enter her room. “Jesus, that’s a small bed,” he growls, and I wonder what dirty choreography he’s already working on.

  “We made it work,” I mutter. I fucking know better, but it slipped out because Hugh’s dickishness has been rubbing off on me.

  He turns slowly and raises one eyebrow. “Reminding me that you’ve had more of a taste of our Beth than I have?”

  Our Beth. I like the sound of that. I wink at him. “Just saying, don’t let the bed cramp your style.”

  “Oh, I won’t.” His hands go to his belt. “Beth, what do you want to see us do together?”

  “Uhm…” She kicks her legs and I set her down. She twists between us, her cheeks pink. “What are my options?”

  A dirty slideshow of all the ways Hugh has fucked me flashes through my mind. Heat swirls low in my gut as he sinks his teeth into his lower lip. How much do I want him to say?

  Fuck it.

  “Do you have lube?” I ask her. I know she’s got a drawer full of condoms, but I don’t remember anything slippery in there.

  Her eyes light up. “Yeah.”

  I feel turned inside out as I glance back at Hugh. “Then pretty much anything you could imagine is on the table.”

  I was a jerk to him earlier. Jealous for no reason, and possessive of a woman who most definitely wants to be shared by us equally. This is my way of saying I’m sorry. Fuck me into next week.

  She takes my hand and swings our arms back and forth as she gives me a once-over, up and down. “Do you…bottom?” Fuck, the way her blush darkens as she asks that reminds me of her curiosity at Max’s holiday play party. She’s pretty vanilla, but damn open to trying things. Now she nods, confident in her assessment. “You must. There’s no way Hugh bottoms.”

  He coughs as an unexpected laugh shakes his entire body. “Usually not. But not never.”

  “Oh?” She spins around, letting my fingers slide free of her hand as she reaches for him. “Really? That’s…awesome.”

  He grins. “Have you ever fucked a man, Beth?”

  She makes an adorable little squeaking sound. “You don’t mean just being on top, do you?”

  He shakes his head and tugs her in close, kissing her deeply before he whispers against her mouth, “No, but that’s a gorgeous picture to put in my head. You want to ride Lachlan tonight?”

  She nods. “And you, too.”

  “Good.” He kisses her nose. “But first I think Lachlan owes me something.” He looks over at me. “On your knees.”

  “Do you want to put that in the form of a polite question?”

  He grins. “No.”

  Cocky fucker. I don’t go to him. I drop where I am, ignoring the achy pinch as my jeans pull even tighter against my cock. I rest my hands on my knees, spread wide, and give him an almost defiant look. Almost, because we both know it’s a sham. Inside, I’m a liquid puddle of desire.

  He takes Beth’s hand, bringing her with him as he steps between my legs.

  I return his smirk as I pull his thick, beautiful erection out. He’s already wet at the tip, and I don’t hesitate to lick up that pearly pre-come. His taste explodes in my mouth, and I suck up every last drop before I swallow more of his heavy length.

  He doesn’t draw this out. Now that we’re in it, I recognize
what this is. He wants to come, hard and fast, so his head is clear and he can be bossy. I relax my mouth and my throat, letting him take over, and he thrusts into me, using me like the willing hole I am. He’s not rough about it. Holding back, maybe, although I like this just as well. I can taste him as he pumps in and out of my mouth, getting harder and tense as he gets closer.

  But Beth has other plans. She doesn’t know that Hugh just wants to get off, clearly, because she slides to her knees beside me and reaches between us, circling his cock with her hand.

  Hugh slides his hand over my head, stilling me. I can feel a tremor run through his body. He was close, and he’s stopping for her.

  “May I?” she asks as I ease back. I turn my head, and she’s right there. My heart pounds in my chest as she gives me an eager smile. “Maybe we can do it together?”

  Above us, Hugh grunts his approval of that plan. I smirk up at him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  “Suck my cock,” he growls. “One of you, both of you. I’ll even put up with little kitten licks if Beth needs some time—”

  She opens wide and leans in, tossing her hair back as she takes a good few inches into her mouth. Her lips close tight around him and her eyelids drift shut as she bobs her head.

  So. Fucking. Pretty.

  I touch her reverently as she finds a rhythm. I trace her jaw, her neck, her spine. She’s poised, even on her knees. I don’t think I’m ever this graceful during sex. I get all distracted by how fucking good it feels, and sometimes how bad in a terribly good way. I like that messy place, and dive into it head first.

  I can’t imagine anything about Beth ever being messy.

  She shivers as she pulls off, her hand still stroking him. She glances at me. “Your turn.”

  She doesn’t move her hand.

  I swallow him greedily, right to where her fingers are, and each time my lips brush her skin, I get a jolt deep in my belly.

  “This is so hot,” she whispers, leaning closer. “My turn.”

 

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