by T C Archer
She drew back from Ryan and looked at Jace. Jace exchanged a Is she saying what I think she’s saying look with Ryan?
“Fuck,” Ryan muttered, then added, “Sorry, darlin’, Jace and I are a little slow. You’ll have to clarify.”
Her brows drew down in confusion, then emotion flickered in her gaze. Uncertainty? Before Jace could decide, she gave that same, sensual smile and said, “No one else has arrived, have they?”
Ryan’s eyes jerked onto Jace and messaged the same thing he was thinking Damn, she’s right.
She looked from Ryan to Jace. “You don’t like me?”
“Don’t like you?” Jace burst out. “We would have to be deaf, dumb, and blind not to like you.” Even then he had doubts.
Lorna reached on each side of her and simultaneously cupped their cocks. Ryan sucked in a breath. Jace couldn’t breath. He was acutely aware of the warmth that emanated from her palm through his jeans and onto his dick, but his eyes were glued to her delicate fingers on Ryan’s erection. She massaged the bulge and Ryan groaned. Jace swallowed. She removed her hand from Jace’s crotch and it was all he could not to seize her fingers and bring them back to his aching rod.
She faced Ryan. Lust tightened Jace’s gut when she lowered her head and nipped at Ryan’s cock through his jeans. Ryan’s eyes jerked up to meet Jace’s gaze. Jace read the confusion and the fear that he might hurt their friendship by enjoying this.
Jace stared, his mind a jumble as to how to say what was suddenly clear. If Ryan walked out the door, he would follow. Jace needed something, until now he hadn’t had the slightest idea what it was. As if aware of his thoughts, Lorna straightened and looked at him. This woman was offering a solution. He hadn’t considered the possibility that Ryan might be part of the equation. Ryan had been right, this was one night. No muss, no fuss, and most important, no strings.
The three of them being together would ensure that. No one could take this night seriously. No one would get hurt.
Jace looked at Ryan. “There’s a first time for everything.”
Ryan choked a laugh. “You sure?”
Jace knew his friend would walk away, but there was no missing the ache in Ryan’s voice, not to mention his dick was sure to bust past his button fly and fuck the first thing in sight.
Jace knew just how he felt. “Absolutely.” Uncertainty played across Ryan’s features, then he grinned. “We shared about everything else.”
They had, and since this woman didn’t belong to either of them there was no danger she would come between them. Tension loosened in Jace’s shoulders. He looked at Lorna. She’d sat quietly while they discussed her, but it struck him that she couldn’t be overly flattered by their decision-making process. He traced a finger along her cheek. Surprise flickered in her eyes. Her skin was soft and tender, the jaw line petite and feminine. His erection pounded.
“It’s not you,” he said. “Ryan and I are behind the times.” His heart raced. They were about to make up for that now.
Jace bent his head and kissed her. Her mouth melted against his, ready, willing, and sweet as a spring breeze. Something brushed his shoulder and he opened his eyes to see Ryan’s arm draped across the back of the couch as he scooted closer to Lorna. Ryan shrugged and Jace broke the kiss. Ryan placed a finger beneath Lorna’s chin and turned her face toward him. He kissed her as Jace had, slow, easy…sure, then drew back.
Lorna abruptly stood. Jace exchanged a look with Ryan. Had they done something wrong? It had been a long time since he’d been with a woman and never had he shared one.
She grasped the straps of her dress and drew them down her shoulders. The dress slipped from off her body. Jace sucked in a sharp breath in unison with Ryan’s “Fuck.”
Firelight flickered off perfect ivory skin. Her auburn hair lay on lush breasts, and caressed the tips of the rosy areola that jutted forward in marbled peaks. Jace couldn’t halt his gaze from slipping downward along her flat stomach to the auburn curls between her legs. What did two men do with sin incarnate?
Chapter Seven
Lorna’s pulse skipped a beat as she stepped forward and knelt in front of the man called Jace. He remained motionless while she unbuttoned his shirt. She pulled the fabric free of his jeans, then spread his shirt and began unbuttoning his jeans. With each button, she swore his shaft swelled more. When her hands skimmed the bulge, he groaned. She jerked her head up and found him staring, eyes intense. He didn’t move and she pulled free the last button, then carefully pulled down his boxer briefs. His cock sprang forward as if freed from a hundred year jail sentence.
She’d touched many men intimately, but the sight of this man’s erect rod sent a quiver rippling through her. Hands steady on his thighs, she opened her mouth and flicked her tongue at the glistening crown. His hips lifted a hair’s breadth in an obvious request for more. Lorna closed her eyes against the need to look up into his dark eyes, and sucked his girth throat-deep. There was a strange hunger in his eyes that unsettled her. She drew back, grazing the velvety steel with her teeth. Long fingers tunneled into her hair, then held her steady as she sucked him in and out.
He tasted musky sweet. When had a man ever tasted like this? Ridiculous. A century was a long time to have not touched a man. She’d simply forgotten the pleasure. Selfish pleasure. What pleasure was there in enslaving a man? Jace’s shaft slid along her tongue as she drew back. She startled at the feel of warm hands on her hips, then realized the other man had knelt behind her.
He scooted closer, his thighs on each side of her legs, flesh warm against hers. He had taken off his pants—his engorged length bumped into her buttocks. Her rhythm on Jace’s cock faltered. He made a strangled sound. Lorna tensed for the scalding entrance of Ryan’s tool entering her anus. Instead, he slid his hands around her waist and up to her ribs. His fingertips moved in feather-light caresses across the sides and over the swell of her breasts.
Jace’s fingers tightened in her hair. Desire unfurled in her core. She clamped down on the feeling as she drew back on his thick member, licking the underside from tip to balls. One of the hands on her breasts brushed the edge of a nipple. Her nipples puckered to a delicious hardness she hadn’t recalled ever feeling. One of his hands slid downward until his fingers glided through her curls and one digit dipped into her heat.
“You’re so wet,” Ryan murmured, then, “Jace.”
Jace released her hair, grasped her shoulders, and pushed her upright. His cock slipped from her mouth. His eyes met hers, warm, gentle, and filled with raw need. He broke his stare, then sloughed off his shirt as Ryan trailed kisses along her neck.
Lorna’s heartbeat accelerated. She had never bedded two men at once. Would they take her at the same time? Ryan’s teeth closed around an ear lobe and gently nibbled. A shiver raced down her arms. Could she take them both? Jace pushed his pants down his legs, and kicked them aside. Lorna jumped when one of Ryan’s palms once again flattened on her belly. He gave a low laugh, and Jace paused in shoving his undergarment down his hips, his gaze fixed on the fingers that dipped between her folds and into her channel. She gasped with pleasure.
Jace’s eyes dilated. He discarded the underwear. Warmth seeped through her. He was magnificent. Broad shoulders, slim waist and—he stepped in front of her—his shaft would make even the gods envious. She reached forward to take him into her mouth again.
“No, sweetheart. It’s your turn. Stand her up, Ryan.”
Ryan stood, pulling her up with him. “Jace,” he said, “my jeans pocket.” Jace’s brows furrowed, then he turned and took two steps and picked up Ryan’s pants from off the chair. He fished something from within the back pocket, then crossed to them. He tossed a small square package on the couch then handed a second to Ryan.
Lorna glanced in question at the package on the couch, then started when Jace knelt in front of her. He placed his palms on each side of her mound and pulled back the slick pussy lips.
“Hold her steady,” Jace ordered.
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bsp; Ryan’s arm slid around her waist and he pulled her snug against his chest. He shifted, nestling his tool in the crevice of her buttocks. Jace leaned toward her.
“What—” Lorna began, then cried out his mouth covered her sex. Her legs weakened.
Ryan’s arm tightened around her. He chuckled. “I think she likes that, Jace.”
Jace flicked his tongue against her sensitive nub. Pleasure unfurled in her stomach and her pussy tightened. She pressed into the solid warmth of the man behind her.
“Keep that up,” Ryan said, “and I’m likely to get carried away back here.” Jace’s tongue pushed into her channel. The slippery tip sent desire swirling around her womb. He flicked and probed, light, yet firm and strong. She moaned.
Ryan cupped a breast with his free hand. “Do you want me to get carried away?” he murmured.
She found herself nodding. Jace took more of her into his mouth and shoved his tongue deeper inside her. Lorna rubbed against Ryan’s shaft.
“There you go.” He rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
Her clit throbbed. Pressure built. No man had ever made her feel this way. She rocked against Jace’s mouth. His fingers dug into her hips. Ryan released her breast, then tore open the small packet Jace had given him.
“Give me a second and I’ll do my part,” Ryan said.
Seconds later, he leaned away from her back and gently spread her buttocks. Jace’s tongue lapped at her juices. Lorna moaned—then startled at feel of the bulbous head of Ryan’s member pressing against the opening to her anus. Still flicking his tongue on her clit, Jace inserted a finger into her channel. Ryan tightened his hold, but didn’t shove his cock inside her as expected.
He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “You doing okay?”
His deep voice, soft, gentle, reassured her. She nodded.
“Just squeak if you want me to stop.” He chuckled, and she couldn’t help but give a soft laugh in return.
Ryan inched into her opening. The pressure against her anus caused her clit to vibrate. The large head slipped inside. His rod felt huge in the tight opening. She squeezed him and moaned. Jace took her clit into his mouth and sucked—hard. Lorna cried out, and Ryan eased more girth inside. Jace rammed his finger into her channel. She rocked against his mouth. His finger probed deeper, swiping the sensitive spot. A shudder of pleasure weakened her legs. She leaned back, the movement forced Ryan’s rod farther inside.
He groaned. His shaft bumped the back of her womb as Jace sucked. Ryan gripped her waist, holding her steady as he pulled back, then thrust. Jace seemed to sense the rhythm and flicked in tandem with Ryan’s thrust. Pleasure spasmed when finger and cock simultaneously hit her womb from in front and back.
Lorna gulped air. She reached around and grasped Ryan’s buttocks. He tensed beneath her fingers. Jace growled and pulled her hard against her mouth.
“Fuck.” Ryan erupted inside her.
Another orgasm rolled over her and her legs gave way beneath her. Ryan held her upright, thrusting slower this time, milking the last remnants of pleasure from his rod. Jace pressed gentle kisses to her mound. Her head whirled and she vaguely realized that this was the last time she would feel the touch of a mortal man. And the last time these men would feel the touch of a woman.
Chapter Eight
Jace placed a final kiss on Lorna’s glistening curls. Scent of her juices sent blood pounding through his veins. He shifted his gaze to her face. Eyes closed, cheeks flushed she still leaned against Ryan. Masculine satisfaction surged through him. He’d given her pleasure—as much as Ryan had, if he was any judge—and he wasn’t done yet.
His dick throbbed. He needed to be inside a woman…inside her. One night, he reminded himself. No one would get hurt. Not him. Not her. Not Ryan. Jace stood. He scooped the condom off the couch and faced her. Ryan withdrew his cock as Jace palmed her breast. Her eyes glided open. Gaze locked with hers, Jace lowered his mouth to the nipple. She arched into his lips and he flicked the nipple with his tongue. She shifted and he startled at the feel of her fingers on his chest. She kneaded his flesh. God, her touch had him on fire.
He released the nipple, then tore open the condom and rolled the latex over his erection in record time. He couldn’t wait another second. Jace spread her slicked folds and inserted a finger. Her sharp intake of breath caused his balls to draw upward in anticipation.
Jace looked at Ryan. “Can you—”
“I got her,” Ryan cut in.
Jace straightened. She tilted her head back and looked up at him. He cupped her face in his palms. “You’re so sweet,” he murmured.
Surprise flashed across her face. He lowered his mouth onto hers. She entwined her arms around his neck and pressed closer. Her nipples pressed into the wall of his chest, the full globes of her breasts like velvet against his skin. He grasped his cock and slid in between her swollen folds. His dick felt about ready to explode. He flicked her lips with his tongue. She opened up and he drove inside in unison with the thrust of his shaft into her channel.
Her slick walls clutched him. She gasped. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and plunged deeper into her channel. Jace grasped a leg and brought it up over his hip, giving him deeper access. Her arms tightened around his neck. Jace gritted his teeth against the compulsion to climax. He wanted to hear her cry of pleasure while he was inside her, feel her orgasm strangle his cock before he gave into the pleasure.
Harder he hammered into her. She moaned. His head spun. Faster. She broke the kiss and her head fell onto his shoulder. The thigh wrapped around his hip trembled. She had to be close. Her teeth nipped at his shoulder. Lust rocketed through him. The room fell away and he pounded into her gloved heat. Release surged through him. He was dimly aware of her cry. Then he fell off the edge.
* * * * *
Strong arms slipped beneath Lorna’s legs and lifted her off the floor. Warmth from Jace’s chest seeped through her. She relaxed into the sure rhythm of his heart beating against her cheek. A moment later, she blinked her surroundings into focus as her back met the cool linen of white sheets. He leaned over her, naked except for the tight undergarment that did nothing to hide the bulge between his legs. He pulled sheet and blanket over her, then gently tucked them around her sides and sat on the bed beside her.
“You okay?”
“Yes.”
A corner of his mouth twitched upward in amusement. “A woman of few words, huh?”
Embarrassment flushed her cheeks warm. “I am very okay.”
He laughed, the sound deep, rich and natural. “I’m glad to hear that.”
He really was glad, she realized with surprise.
“We’re going to order up some food,” he said. “Anything special you like?”
She wasn’t the least bit hungry. “Anything is fine.”
“Where did you come from?”
The abrupt question caught her off guard and she blurted, “My mother’s womb—like all other women.”
His brows rose and he laughed. “That’s what I mean, I’ve never heard anyone around here speak like that.”
“I’m from the east,” she said. “As I said earlier.”
“Yeah, I remember you saying that. But I spent some time back east and don’t recall that type of speech there, either.” His expression sobered. “What makes a woman like you pay for a one night stand? You must have men crawling all over you.”
Irritation flared. “Perhaps men crawling all over me isn’t appealing.” He laughed. “I hope not completely unappealing. That’s exactly what Ryan and I just spent the last hour doing to you.”
She couldn’t help a smile. “You crawl quite nicely.”
He shifted and she stiffened when he traced her cheek with a forefinger. “You’re very beautiful.”
Gooseflesh raced down her arms. He leaned toward her. Ah, yes, here it was. He spoke pretty words, but wanted nothing more than to fuck her again and again and again. Was there no love in the mortal world? His lips met he
rs, and she was confused by the sense that the kiss was as intimate as when he had touched her sex with his mouth. He breathed in as if to draw her scent to his very soul.
He drew back and gave her a wry smile. “I’d better order that food before I get carried away. I wouldn’t want you to think we don’t know how to treat a lady.”
He rose and headed for the door. Lorna dropped her gaze to his tight buttocks. Her pussy tightened. She startled. She wanted him—again.
* * * * *
Jace clicked the door shut as he stepped into the living room. “Let’s order up some food.”
Ryan was tucking his shirt into his jeans. “I’m going to head down to the bar.”
“We can get room service.” Jace crossed to the phone sitting on the desk.
“You’re missing my point. You and Lorna need some time alone.”
Jace paused in picking up the receiver. “Time alone?”
“It’s been great,” Ryan said, “but this threesome just became a crowd.” He grinned. “It’s a blow to my ego, but I’m pretty sure she favors you.”
“Like hell she does.”
“It wasn’t my name she screamed while we were fucking her.”
Jace’s heart jumped to a gallop. He’d heard her cry out, but hadn’t let himself realize she’d called his name. “It was the luck of the draw,” he insisted.
“My dick just happened to be inside her at the moment.” And it doesn’t mean a damn thing, he told himself. Not one damn thing.
“Take the compliment,” Ryan said. “She’s some woman. A one-nighter doesn’t mean one round…and you did put her in your bed.”
Jace felt as if he’d been slugged in the belly. “I didn’t even think.”
“You didn’t have to. Relax. I helped you break the ice. But it’s time you flew solo.”
“Ryan—”
“It doesn’t take a genius to see you can do it again.”
Jace didn’t have to look down at his erection to know what Ryan meant.
Dammit, he shouldn’t have kissed her. “You’re just as ready as I am,” he growled. “This was supposed to be no strings attached.”