Stroke of Luck

by Opal Carew

  Pleasure pummeled her now, and she squeezed around Austin’s hard shaft.

  “Oh, fuck, sweetheart,” Austin groaned. “That’s so good.”

  She arched against Quinn’s mouth as pleasure spiraled higher. Then he glided two fingers deep inside her and began to pump.

  She moaned around Austin’s cock, then began to suck. Quinn’s fingers thrust over and over as his tongue quivered over her clit.

  Blissful sensations surged through her with a blinding intensity. She squeezed Austin in her hand and sucked harder, then stiffened as her body exploded in ecstasy. Quinn kept his fingers thrusting into her and suckling her nub. As she shuddered her release, Austin groaned. Hot liquid flooded her mouth and trickled out the side of her lips.

  She fell back on the couch, letting the afterglow wash over her. Austin drew his deflating cock from her mouth, then leaned in and kissed her. Then he turned and slumped to the floor, sitting on the carpet with his legs outstretched.

  Quinn took a last lick, then kissed up her belly to her breasts. He licked one nipple and suckled for a moment, the bud hardening in his mouth. Then he nuzzled her neck and finally found her lips.

  The kiss he gave her was deep and poignant, filling her with an intense need to join with him.

  “Make love to me, Quinn. I want to feel you inside me.”

  His midnight eyes grew darker, and he stood up, then scooped her into his arms.

  “Come on, Austin,” he said as he carried her into the bedroom.

  24

  When Quinn laid April on the bed, her naked body still carrying the soft blush of the orgasm he and Austin had given her, his heart ached.

  She was his wife. She was in his bed, her blue eyes begging him to fuck her. And his friend was by his side. Life couldn’t get any better than this.

  He stripped off his jacket, then his shirt and tie, his focus on her the whole time. Her hungry gaze as she watched him strip sent heat blazing through him. His cock, already swollen with need, pushed against the constraining fabric painfully. He unzipped and dropped his suit pants to the floor, then shed his boxers. She reached out her hand as he stepped forward. When her fingertips brushed his tip, he felt he might explode on the spot. He wanted her so badly.

  She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked as he knelt on the bed and arched his leg over her. He stared down at her as she pumped up and down his straining erection.

  “Oh, fuck, baby,” he said, his words strained as he kept a tight leash on his need to drive into her. “I love it when you touch my cock.”

  She smiled. “I think you love it when I do this, too.”

  With one hand still firmly around his shaft, she glided the other over her lovely rose-tipped breast and toyed with it. Stroking lightly at first, then flicking her fingertips over the hard bud.

  “Oh, yeah,” Austin said as he lay down beside her, watching intently. “I love that, too.”

  When she started pinching the peaked nipple with her fingertips, Quinn groaned. He grabbed his cock and glided the tip over her wet flesh. His eyelids flickered closed at the exquisite feel of her melting heat on his aching member, then he opened them again and focused on her lovely, glowing face as he eased forward.

  “I’m pushing into you now, baby. Do you like that?”

  “Ohhh, yes,” she whimpered, sending goose bumps dancing down his spine.

  He sank into her slowly, her slick flesh swallowing him into her heat.

  “Ah, fuck, your pussy feels so good around me.”

  He kept pushing in. Deeper. Her softness stretching around him in a sweet embrace. God, it was like going home. This was truly where he belonged.

  “Ohhh, Quinn. Yes.” Her fingers curled around his shoulders, her head tossed back on the pillow.

  The knowledge that he was giving her pleasure made his heart soar. Damn, he fucking loved this woman so much.

  He glided deeper still until there was no distance between their bodies. They were joined together as one.

  Austin drew her long hair to the side, then stroked the golden strands shimmering across the pillow as he gazed at her.

  Quinn’s cock twitched inside her, urging him to move. He leaned forward and brushed her mouth lightly with his. Her lips parted, and he ran the tip of his tongue over them, then surged inside. At the same time, he drew back and glided into her in a slow and steady stroke.

  “Ohhh, yes.” She opened wider and wrapped her legs around his thighs.

  He drew back and glided in again. Her quivering moan ramped up his excitement. He pulsed into her.

  Her breathing quickened, and she tightened her legs around him, arching her hips to take him deeper still.

  His groin grew taut, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter as he pumped into her in rhythmic strokes.

  She sucked in a breath. “Quinn, I’m … going … to…” She rocked against him, her eyelids fluttering. “Come.”

  The word, barely audible, trailed off on a breath, but it was enough to send him skyrocketing to orgasm. He drove into her in deep, hard thrusts as she moaned loudly, clinging to his shoulders.

  As his own burning need seared away with his release, he marveled at the ethereal beauty of her face as she cried out in ecstasy. He kept pumping into her, wanting to keep her there as long as possible.

  When it started to fade, he pressed his hand between their bodies and found her clit. His touch sent her rocketing off again, breathing his name in a loud moan.

  Finally, he eased off, letting her orgasm fade away slowly. When she was finally lying gasping beneath him, he kissed her cheek, then found her lips in a gentle kiss. She gazed into his eyes, then cupped his face and deepened the kiss. His heart ached at the love shining in her sapphire eyes.

  All he could think about was how much he needed her by his side. And in his bed. She completed him. He wanted her in his life forever.

  When their lips parted, she gazed up at him and smiled. “That was fantastic.”

  He smiled and kissed her again, then rolled off her soft body. He wanted to say something. To tell her he loved her. But her gaze flicked to Austin, and she opened her arms.

  Quinn watched as his friend prowled over her and pressed his cockhead to the warm, welcoming passage Quinn had just left.

  Austin glided deep in one stroke. Seeing Austin’s thick cock impale his woman sent another wave of arousal through Quinn.

  Austin kissed her, then began to thrust in deep, even strokes. At her moans, he sped up until he was pounding into her body. Driving that hard cock deep again and again.

  “Ohh, yes,” she cried, her voice stretched taut with urgency.

  Austin’s face tensed as he fucked her, ready to come any minute.

  “Oh, God,” April wailed as Austin flung her into orgasm again.

  Quinn watched her beautiful face, her cheeks flushing a dark rose, her eyes glowing with delight, as Austin kept filling her. Then his friend groaned and pinned her to the bed, his cock deep inside her, and shuddered.

  A moment later, he rolled back, taking her with him. April giggled, and Austin chuckled along with her.

  “What’s so funny?” Quinn asked with a smile, his hand gliding along the graceful curve of her hip, then over her round ass.

  “I just can’t believe how lucky I am winding up in bed with both of you,” she said.

  She snuggled against Austin, who was holding her tightly.

  Quinn moved closer, needing to feel her body against him again. He slid his arm around her stomach and kissed the back of her head.

  “Running into you again was definitely a stroke of luck for all of us,” he murmured.

  * * *

  April’s eyes opened, and she blinked. Moonlight streamed across the bed, and she felt warm and snug. After she’d fallen asleep, she’d rolled away from Austin’s solid chest, but both men were pressed to her sides in a cozy arrangement.

  She turned her head to face Quinn and was startled to see that his eyes were open and he was watching
her.

  “Oh, hi,” she whispered, not wanting to wake Austin.

  Quinn smiled. “Hi.”

  “Are you having trouble sleeping?”

  “Not really. I just couldn’t help watching your beautiful face as you sleep.”

  He stroked a tendril of hair from her face. The gentle touch sent shimmers of heat through her.

  “I’m really glad I ran into you last weekend,” he said. “This time together has made me realize something.”

  Her heart clenched, and she grasped his hand and moved it from her cheek. After the flash of memory she’d had this morning, she did not want to hear any more.

  “Quinn, I don’t know where you’re going with this, but I don’t want to discuss what our relationship is or where it’s going. We both know this is a temporary thing. Let’s leave it at that.”

  “But that’s just it. I don’t want it to be temporary. I know things have gotten all twisted up and backward with us being married already, but I want to turn that around.”

  She didn’t like where this was going.

  “When I thought you might go back to Maurice,” he continued, “I had to face the fact that I’d be losing you. Again. I knew I couldn’t let that happen.”

  He leaned in and kissed her, and the tenderness of that kiss took her breath away. Then when he drew back, and she saw the depth of emotion in his midnight eyes, her heart ached with the desire to have something she knew she couldn’t.

  “Sweetheart, I love you.” He took her left hand and pressed it to his lips. “And I want our marriage to be real.”

  Her breath locked in her lungs as she fought back the swell of tears that threatened. Tears that should be happy ones, since she’d dreamed of having this chance with him for so long. But these tears came from a desolation that was rooted deep inside her soul.

  “I’ll do whatever I can to make it special,” he said. “Of course we can have a big, fairy-tale wedding. And if you want, we can even annul our current marriage and date for a while leading up to a romantic proposal. Anything you want, I’ll do it.”

  She shook her head, desperately pushing back the bitter pain swelling through her.

  “It won’t work.”

  She pushed herself up and wiggled out from under the covers, then dodged off the end of the bed. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she hurried to the nearest shirt sprawled on the carpet and snatched it up as she strode from the room.

  25

  Quinn stared at the door April had just closed behind her. He wasn’t sure what had just happened. He’d anticipated she might want some time to think about it. It had been a whirlwind ride these past couple of days. But a flat-out rejection left him in shock.

  “Go after her.”

  Quinn’s gaze jerked to Austin, whose sleepy face was still resting on the pillow. Austin sat up and pushed his hair back.

  “You need to talk her into it, because if you don’t, I will,” Austin said. “I don’t want us to lose her. And yes, I mean us, because whether you’re married to her or I am, we both know we’re going to share her, and I’m in love with her, too.”

  Quinn nodded and got up, then pulled on his boxers and walked out the door. He glanced around the moonlit room and saw April standing at the window staring into the night.

  He walked to her side and rested his hands on her shoulders. She stiffened a little but didn’t move away.

  “April, I know I’ve been a jerk, but tell me what to do to make it up to you. I love you, and I want you to be a part of my life.”

  She shook her head. “It just won’t work.” Her words were spoken so softly he could barely hear them, but the depth of sadness in her voice filled him with dread.

  “Why, sweetheart? You’ve got to tell me why.”

  She turned to him slowly, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

  “Because…” She drew in a deep breath, clearly having trouble keeping her emotions in check. “A marriage won’t work without trust. And you don’t trust me. You never have.”

  He cupped her face. “No, baby, that’s not true. I told you, that’s all changed.”

  She jerked back and waved away his words.

  “What about the prenup?” she asked, her expression taut.

  “What prenup?”

  “Things were pretty hazy when we got married, but when Austin asked me about the papers Maurice had me sign, I had a flashback. I remember a scrap of paper with Prenup hand printed on the top, and you insisting I sign it.”

  Quinn shook his head, confused. “I don’t remember any of that. But I do know that I don’t care about a prenup. We can find it and tear it up.”

  She sighed, then walked to the couch and sat down. He followed and settled beside her.

  “The prenup itself doesn’t bother me. It’s not like I would ever take anything from you if we got divorced. But the fact that even when you were drunk, you thought about protecting yourself from me…” She shook her head. “That shows a deeply ingrained lack of trust.”

  “Sweetheart, whatever I did that night”—he took her hand and cradled it between his—“please don’t let our relationship end because of it.”

  The haunting sadness in her eyes tore at his heart. But at her hesitation, he cupped her face and kissed her.

  * * *

  April’s heart ached so intensely she thought she’d die. His tender kiss tore away her barriers.

  She didn’t want to walk away from Quinn. She wanted to spend a lifetime with him. But no matter what he said, deep in his heart, he didn’t trust her.

  He deepened the kiss, his firm lips lighting a fire inside her. Oh, God, she wanted to stay in his arms so badly.

  She had to stay strong.

  But that didn’t mean she couldn’t allow herself one more time with him. A memory to last a lifetime.

  She melted against him, parting her lips to his coaxing tongue. It glided inside and stroked hers. She sighed, surrendering to him.

  When she was totally breathless from his devastating kiss, his lips brushed across her cheek, then nuzzled her temple.

  “I love you, baby. I never want to let you go.”

  He kissed down her neck, sending tingles dancing across her flesh. His fingers hastily released the few buttons of the shirt she’d fastened, and he slid it from her shoulders. He laid her back on the couch and smiled.

  “You’re so beautiful in the glow of the moonlight.”

  Her heart quivered as he gazed at her with devastating tenderness and awe.

  He knelt and stroked her body from shoulders to hips, his thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts on the way down. Then he leaned down and captured one taut nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled over it in circles, then he suckled softly.

  She glided her fingertips down his chest, over the tight muscles, then found his hardening cock under the thin fabric of his boxers. She stroked his thick, rock-hard cock, feeling it twitch under her touch.

  He shoved down his boxers and prowled over her.

  She was mesmerized by the glow of his midnight eyes, so filled with desire, as he lowered himself onto her. She wrapped her hand around his pulsing member and pressed it to her already wet flesh.

  He rested on his elbows and cupped her face gently. His gaze stayed locked on hers as he eased his pelvis forward, pushing his hard member inside her. Her slick canal welcomed him, stretching as he glided deeper.

  She began to tremble, needing him so badly she could barely think straight.

  Staring into his dark blue eyes, focused firmly on hers, kept her grounded in one fact. And one fact only.

  That she loved this man. So deeply she feared she’d lose herself.

  His belly pressed tightly to hers, his cock deep inside her. She tightened around him, wanting him there forever.

  He kissed her again, his fingers cradling her head and his lips moving on hers so tenderly it made her heart break. She felt so cared for, and she didn’t want to walk away from that. But she couldn’t let her blind n
eed for love and security override her good judgment.

  He drew back and glided deep again. She curled her fingers around his shoulders.

  “God, baby. I love you so much,” he murmured against her ear as he filled her again and again with long, smooth strokes.

  She began to quiver, pleasure rising with each gentle thrust. She wrapped her legs around him, wanting him as deep as he could go. Then she arched forward to meet each of his thrusts.

  He groaned. “Oh, fuck, baby. I’m so close.”

  “Me, too. Quinn, make me come.”

  He smiled, his eyes glittering as he drove deeper. He pumped into her faster, and she felt a sweltering heat rise through her, setting every cell ablaze. Her breath caught, then a wave of bliss surged through her. She clung to him as the orgasm bombarded her with rapturous delight.

  “Ohhh, yes,” she moaned.

  Quinn drove in hard, then jerked forward and groaned. She squeezed around him, the feel of his seed filling her sending her over the edge again. Her heart pounded as she soared into ecstasy, holding him tightly.

  Finally, the pleasure eased, and she slumped on the couch. Quinn’s lips trailed down her neck, then he rolled to his side and pulled her tightly to his body. He tugged on the plush throw, which was draped over the back of the couch, and covered them with it.

  She snuggled against him, listening to his heartbeat, letting it soothe her. She didn’t want to think. She only wanted to feel his solid body against her and his strong arms around her.

  As the lulling sound stole away her worries, she found herself drifting off to sleep.

  * * *

  Quinn felt himself pulled back to consciousness by a sound in the room. Sunlight blazed against his eyelids, and he flung his arm over his face and rolled back. Or tried to. He was on the couch.