by Carr, Mari
Miguel gave her a quick wink before his gaze traveled back to Finn. It was obvious the cop had it bad for his best friend. She wasn’t the only one totally turned on by this alpha Finn.
“Good.” Finn released her hands. “Leave those by your side,” he said, as he unfastened her bra, drawing it away from her breasts.
Second nature kicked in before Layla could think, her hands rising to cover herself.
This time, it was Miguel who captured her hands, drawing them down. “Don’t hide yourself from us, Layla. You’re beautiful.” Miguel’s grip was gentle, his thumbs caressing her palms in a sweet, reassuring, sexy way.
Finn cupped her breasts in his large hands, his grip possessive, rough. He plumped the flesh, then pinched her nipples.
Layla arched her neck, her head resting on Miguel’s shoulder. He’d shifted closer, watching Finn’s hands as they played with her breasts.
“Fuck, man,” Miguel murmured when Finn pinched her nipples again, then lowered his head to suck one into his mouth.
Miguel ran his lips along the side of her neck, his tongue stroking the sensitive spot just behind her ear. He shifted the tiniest bit closer and she could feel his erection, still confined in his jeans, against her ass.
Layla pulled her hands free from Miguel’s loose grip—and he let her—so that she could run her fingers through Finn’s hair. She was torn between holding his lips to her breast forever and pushing him away, the sensations too good, too overwhelming. Orgasms were typically hard work, something she had to really concentrate on achieving. Now, surrounded by two of the sexiest, hottest guys she’d ever met, she felt perilously close to coming, simply from their mouths on her neck and breast.
“Need you,” she whispered. “Please.”
Finn lifted his head briefly, smiling. “I like the sound of that. Beg us some more, LJ.”
It was obvious her begging was falling on deaf ears when he lowered his head once again, sucking her other nipple into his mouth, the suction so hard it sent a jolt of electricity from her tit to her pussy.
“God,” she cried out, her fists closing in his hair, pulling it.
Finn groaned but didn’t push away. Miguel was still kissing her neck, but his eyes were wide open, focused on everything Finn was doing to her.
“You’ve got gorgeous tits,” Miguel murmured in her ear. “I can’t wait for my turn to suck on those pretty nipples of yours.”
She turned her head toward his, lips dancing along her cheek. One of his hands had found its way to her hair. He ran his fingers through it briefly before grasping a handful, pulling it the same way she’d just pulled Finn’s.
Her cry of delight captured Finn’s attention, and he lifted his head, watching as Miguel used his firm grip on her hair to hold her in place as he began kissing her neck again. Her eyes drifted closed in bliss, but not before she saw the hungry expression on Finn’s face as he watched everything Miguel was doing to her.
They were slowly driving her out of her mind, relentlessly pushing her toward utter insanity, one tiny inch at a time.
Finn said he liked the sound of her begging, which was good. Because there was no way she could hold back her pleas. “I can’t take it. Need you. Need you both. God. Now!”
She felt Finn’s fingers unfasten the button of her jeans, then he unzipped them. “Toe off your shoes,” he directed. She did so as he worked the denim and her panties over her hips. She kicked the material away when it dropped to her ankles.
It wasn’t lost on her that she was totally naked, while both of them were fully dressed. She might have complained about that if Finn hadn’t instantly dropped to his knees in front of her.
“Oh, holy fuck,” she breathed as he lifted one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder, holding her open for his mouth. She jerked at the first contact, his tongue stroking her clit.
“Mother of God!”
Miguel chuckled at her exclamation. “We’ll never have to guess where we stand with our girl, Finn.”
She felt Finn’s lips curve, a burst of hot breath hitting her pussy at his quiet laugh. He didn’t say anything. Instead, he added his teeth to the game, nipping her clit. If Miguel hadn’t been at her back, hadn’t wrapped his strong arms around her in support, she might have fallen. She felt wobbly, light-headed as Finn deepened the suction on her clit.
“Please, please…” Her voice broke slightly on the second word. “Inside me. Gotta…have…”
Miguel moved his hands from her waist to her breasts, squeezing them with the same delicious roughness Finn had. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass at this point.
Finn moved away from her, looking up to watch Miguel briefly before turning his attention back to her pussy.
He ran one finger along her slit, then lifted it toward Layla’s mouth. Miguel released one of her breasts, quickly gripping Finn’s wrist, the action taking both she and Finn by surprise. He drew Finn’s finger to his mouth, sucking her arousal off.
Layla trembled, the image of Finn’s finger in Miguel’s mouth, the way Finn shuddered with need, making her dizzy.
“This is the best night of my life,” she whispered.
Miguel released Finn’s wrist, both men chuckling.
“We haven’t even made it to the bed yet,” Miguel pointed out.
She lifted one shoulder. “I don’t care.”
“Best night,” Finn agreed.
She felt as if she could explode with joy, especially when Finn agreed. She’d been terrified she’d made a terrible mistake, agreeing to engage in a ménage right on the heels of Finn and Miguel’s first kiss. But she’d seen the look in Miguel’s eyes, the way he’d silently pleaded with her to say yes. She understood his reasons. Hell, she thought his idea was inspired.
Those fears she’d felt outside the pub vanished in the face of everything that had happened since then. Finn had never kissed another man, but there was no denying he had genuine, deep feelings for Miguel. Miguel, meanwhile, wore his heart on his sleeve. The second she’d seen him at the pub, his gaze locked on Finn’s face, she’d recognized his desire.
The kiss had confused Finn. All he needed was a push in the right direction and a buffer for a brief time. Miguel wanted to be with Finn. A straight man. By bringing her into the bedroom with them the first time, he’d found a way to ease his friend into being with him.
Having her there provided Finn a way to slowly work up to what he wanted with Miguel, and it gave Miguel the chance to show Finn that he really did want this, even if he didn’t realize it or want to admit it at the moment.
And, of course, there was the benefit to her. She’d love to play the selfless martyr card, but sweet Jesus. No one would believe that for a second. She wanted both men with a vengeance. Miguel’s offer mirrored her fantasy and there’d been no way she could resist. She was going to steal this one night, steal all the pleasure, the bliss.
Finn’s thumbs found her pussy, opening her. She’d never felt more exposed as he studied her. Her cheeks heated when he murmured the word “beautiful” before taking her clit back into his mouth.
This time, he added his fingers to the game, pushing two inside her. The lone leg supporting her weight buckled, but Miguel’s strong arms held her up.
“I think we need to move this to the bed,” he said to Finn.
Finn looked up and realized the impact his actions were having on her. His smug grin caused her to narrow her eyes, even though there was no denying he was wreaking havoc on her body.
“Good call,” Finn said, lowering her leg and rising. Miguel surprised her when he bent and placed a muscular arm behind her knees, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. She’d never met such physically strong men. Both of them were considerably taller than her, though she wasn’t a short woman. It was unusual for her to feel small in anyone’s company, but right now, when she was flanked by these two mountains of muscle, she felt downright petite.
Miguel lay her down in the middle of the bed, then rose to
stand beside the mattress. Finn was on the opposite side, and they both looked down at her.
She started to push herself up, but Finn placed a firm hand on her shoulder, holding her down.
“Stay there.” The tone in his voice told her he expected her to do as he said, and she struggled to associate the easygoing friend she’d known for years with this commanding, take-no-prisoners man.
The contrary part of her longed to disobey, simply to see what Finn would do, but that idea flew out the window when he reached for the hem of his own T-shirt and pulled it off, revealing his bare six-pack abs.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
She sort of expected both men to chuckle, but a quick glance in Miguel’s direction told her he was just as turned on as she was. Then Miguel reached back and grasped the neck of his own shirt, pulling it off in one smooth move.
If Finn had a six-pack, Miguel had eight. He looked like he was chiseled from stone. The man would have been a Greek god back in mythological days. His skin was darker than Finn’s, his Hispanic and black ethnicity revealed beautifully. He’d shared a bit about his family—his beloved mother, who hailed from Mexico. His father hadn’t stuck around, and Miguel resented that, swore that he would never leave behind any kids he had. Then he’d spoken highly of his powerhouse mother and the uncle who’d raised him to be the man he was today, and she’d been grateful he’d grown up in a house with so much love.
Like Miguel, Finn took a moment to study the other man’s bare chest, and she realized they’d come to a moment of truth here. While the best friends had probably seen each other shirtless before, she doubted they’d witnessed each other completely naked and—given the large bulges beneath their jeans—fully erect.
“No guts, no glory,” she said softly, hoping to ease the tension with humor.
It worked, as Finn rolled his eyes and started to unfasten his jeans. Miguel followed suit, both men looking at each other as they shed their pants. Finn was a boxer briefs guy, while Miguel went commando.
That was when she realized Finn and Miguel were big everywhere.
Once they were both naked, their attention turned back to her.
What did I just sign on for?
She suffered a split second of “what the fuck was I thinking?” before she came to her senses and realized she was seriously the smartest woman on earth for agreeing to this threesome. She lifted her arms in invitation.
Miguel placed one knee on the bed, then stopped. “I suppose we should do a condom count,” he joked.
Finn reached down to grab the jeans he’d just shed and pulled out his wallet. He groaned. “I only have two.”
Miguel opened his nightstand drawer. “I have three.”
Layla giggled, thrilled that they both seemed to think that wasn’t enough. “We’ll be fine. I have six in my purse. So…I win.”
Miguel and Finn broke into loud laughter.
Finn crawled on the bed, tugging her into his arms, kissing her senseless. She felt Miguel’s weight on the opposite side, his hand stroking along her ribs, provoking a breathless laugh.
“That tickles,” she said.
Miguel gripped her cheek, twisting her head until she faced him. “Stop hogging her,” he said to Finn. Miguel’s kiss was just as heated, just as sexy as Finn’s.
Finn, undaunted to have her stolen away, reclaimed her breasts, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth again. He was clearly a boob guy, and she did not have a problem with that.
Layla tried to keep up, but both men were touching her, kissing her, exploring her. There were too many sensations at once. And the worst part was, they weren’t touching the part that needed them most.
She snaked one hand lower, rubbing her clit a few times before pushing two fingers inside herself.
Finn lifted his head and growled an honest-to-God growl. The sound caught Miguel’s attention and he broke the kiss, his gaze following where Finn was looking.
Finn gripped her wrist, halting her motion, though he didn’t pull her fingers out. “Two of us in this bed with her, and she thinks she’s going to get away with making herself come.”
Miguel shook his head as if disappointed in what he was seeing. “This is a punishable offense.”
She laughed, thinking they were joking, but the sound died quickly when neither man cracked a smile.
“You think this is funny?” Finn asked.
“I need to come,” she said. “Like yesterday.” Her tone was breezy and playful, and she hoped it would lighten what had suddenly become a fairly heated moment. They were looking at her too seriously.
“Sit up against the headboard,” Finn said to Miguel. He moved without question. It was becoming pretty obvious who was going to call all the shots in the bedroom between Finn and Miguel. Layla tried to beat down the sudden sadness when she realized her time with them was limited, that the two of them would have a lifetime to explore each other’s bodies, while she only had this night.
Finn gripped her hips, flipping her to her stomach with ease, reminding her once again of how strong he was. These men moved her into whatever position they wanted as if she weighed no more than a rag doll.
Firm fingers dug into her hips as Finn lifted her ass in the air. He’d positioned her between Miguel’s outstretched legs, which left her face mere inches from the sexy cop’s cock. She licked her lips. Miguel grinned and cupped her face affectionately.
“Wait for permission,” he said.
“Give me permission,” she demanded, her impatience getting the better of her. She’d always longed for more foreplay with Marco, feeling as if perhaps she’d been missing out on some of the best parts of sex. But she was coming to realize too much of a good thing really was too much. Her body ached, and if one of them didn’t fuck her soon, she feared she’d go out of her damn mind.
Before Miguel could call her to task for her comment, Finn slapped her ass, the hard spank catching her by surprise.
“Ouch,” she said, trying to shift away. Her ass stung.
Miguel held her in place as Finn lifted his hand and spanked her again. This time, he didn’t pause in between; instead, placing half a dozen hard smacks on her ass and upper thighs. She struggled to get away through the first few, but when Finn pressed her knees apart and landed the next smack on her pussy, her back arched and she cried out for another.
Miguel lifted her face, kissing her cheeks and lips, lots of soft, quick kisses, while Finn continued to spank her. After a dozen or so smacks, he gave her exactly what she needed, driving two fingers inside her, hard and fast.
“Fuck!” Her back arched. God. She was right there. Right on the brink of—
Finn’s fingers disappeared.
“No! Goddammit, Finn.”
“Don’t make me spank you again, LJ.”
She laughed, even as his face darkened. “You don’t seriously think that’s going to scare me, do you?” she taunted.
“You hear this, man?” Finn asked Miguel, who shook his head, his smile wide and gorgeous.
Miguel shrugged. “You’re running the show, bro. Do what you gotta do.”
“What you gotta do,” Layla said, looking over her shoulder at Finn, “is fuck me while I give Miguel a blowjob.”
“Aaaaand,” Miguel drawled, “I changed my mind. Layla’s calling the shots.”
The three of them laughed.
For a hot second.
And then, it just happened. Layla lowered her head and took Miguel into her mouth. Finn watched for a moment before she heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper. The head of his cock nudged against her opening, and she squeezed her eyes closed tightly, praying she could manage not to come on the first thrust.
She wanted this to last, but damn if she wasn’t right there…this close.
Finn did not fuck around in the bedroom. The first inch penetrated, and then it was game on. He thrust in hard and fast and deep and holy fucking mother of God!
Layla tried to remember what she was doing, tried to conc
entrate on Miguel, on giving him a decent blowjob, but apparently, she was a selfish bitch. Or Finn was just that freaking good.
Miguel tugged her hair, drawing her mouth away from him. He kissed her, and his tongue mimicked the motion of Finn’s cock inside her. Everything they did to her was in overdrive—fast and furious and perfect.
She came quickly, her body going stiff. Finn didn’t even acknowledge the first climax.
Or the second.
He fucked her like a man possessed as she tried to keep up.
“Oh my God, Finn. Please! Jesus.”
His fingers tightened on her hips and then, hallelujah, he was there with her.
“LJ. Brown Eyes. Baby.” He came every bit as hard as she did. They froze for a split second. Then Finn fell next to her like a newly chopped tree.
Layla didn’t—couldn’t—move. She was supporting her weight on her elbows, her ass still up in the air. She looked up and saw Miguel’s gorgeous eyes. He’d watched it all. Apart, but a part.
“Miguel,” she whispered.
Finn, whose eyes had been closed, stirred as she said the other man’s name, then he repeated it. “Miguel.”
Miguel gently moved her, pressed her to her back on the soft mattress. He twisted with her. She wasn’t sure when or where he’d gotten the condom, but he slipped it on. He came over her, caging her beneath him. “Say no if this isn’t what you want, Layla.”
His soft, kind voice made her smile. “I want you,” she confessed.
Finn had propped himself up on one arm, facing them. “Make love to our girl,” he urged Miguel. “I want to watch.”
Layla had thought herself spent, too exhausted, done in. What a joke. Between Miguel’s gentle touches and Finn’s words, she was hotter now than she’d been all night.
Miguel slipped inside her, his motions softer, gentler. The impact was just the same.
Fuck. Me.
One night with these two men would never be enough. Yet, she couldn’t ask for more. She knew what they were on the cusp of.
Hell, tonight was probably more than she should have taken. Not that she’d apologize for it.
Sorry, not sorry.