Seth caressed the side of her hip and kissed the small of her back where her dimples were. “How’s that, Edie?”
“I feel so full. I don’t think I can hold myself up any longer.”
Seth suppressed a smile. Her arms shook, and her legs trembled. His heart did the painful squeeze thing again, and he decided to ignore it. He grasped her hips between his hands and flipped her onto her back. It must have caught her by surprise because her eyes fluttered open, and her pretty lips formed that “O” he loved so much. As he climbed over her body and rested his weight on his arms, he told himself that this whole face-to-face thing was his way of being merciful. After all, her arms were shaking a few seconds ago. But the painful tugging in the center of his chest suggested otherwise.
She was so beautiful all sprawled out for him. He could see her erratic breathing in the way her breasts jiggled, and her pupils were so wide in her big eyes he had to look away for a moment. How could one little person half his size unhinge him like this?
He ran his fingers through her hair and brushed his thumb over her cheekbone. The corners of her mouth curled into the sweetest, sexiest little smile he ever saw, and he couldn’t resist kissing her soft, pillowy lips. He tilted her head so he could get a better angle and brushed his tongue against her bottom lip. She moaned, the small sound vibrating through him, and opened for him. He pressed his tongue into her mouth the same moment the head of his cock sank into her hot, clinging pussy. His mind went blank.
She looked up at him with wide eyes, and her fingernails dug into his flesh. Those pricks of erotic pain were the only things that kept him grounded in reality. He did not know what he would do if she did not hold on to him so tight. All he could see, taste, and touch was her. All he could feel was the smoothness of her skin against his and the indescribable feeling of her hot, tight pussy gripping his cock.
It had never, ever been this good.
He pressed himself farther into her, and she broke eye contact with him. Her eyes closed, and her head lolled back on the comforter, but he cupped the back of her neck and pulled her head up so that their foreheads touched.
“Look in my eyes, Edie. Look here the whole time.” His voice sounded rough even to his ears, but he was beyond caring.
Her eyelashes fluttered and her pupils dilated. Her lush floral scent surrounded him, and suddenly he was drunk on it, drunk on her and the painfully tight feeling in his chest.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
He flexed his ass and pushed the rest of himself into her. Her eyes shot open and a surprised gasp escaped her.
“I’m sorry—” he started. But then his hips took over and his words dried on his lips when her mouth tumbled open and her breathing sawed in and out of her in gasping heaves.
He pulled out of her until only the head of his cock remained inside her, then plunged back in. Her engorged flesh hugged him so tight, and the friction was so good, so sweet that he pumped into her again and again until all he could feel was her pussy clinging to him. From somewhere in the no man’s land outside the reality of being inside her, he realized he made crazy, wild grunting noises and that Edie bounced whenever his hips slammed into the cradle of her thighs.
He was going at her too hard. It was too rough. It had been too long for her, but he could not stop. She surrounded him with her scent and her arms and her legs, and he was gone. Gone to the world and to common sense. All that existed in that moment was how fucking crazy she made him.
His orgasm came out of nowhere.
All of a sudden, it gathered in his balls, and he surged into her harder, faster, lifting her hips off the bed with the force of his pounding. Her mouth flapped open and off she went, her head sawing side to side on the comforter and her back arching up and tilting her hips so that his cock hit her clit with his strokes.
He collapsed on top of her, sweating, gasping, and spent.
* * * *
Oh my God.
That was all she could think when she unlocked her ankles from around Seth’s lower back and let her legs fall, splayed open. She could barely breathe, but she didn’t care. His weight felt so good on top of her, and she loved the way the scent of his sweat mixed with his cologne. He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, her lips. Then he grinned at her and was gone. Before she could miss Seth, though, Jason loomed over her and laced his arm under her right knee, stretching it up and exposing her to him.
There was no pretense of seduction.
He did not need any. Just looking at the feral glint in his eyes was enough to put her on the edge of coming again.
He pressed the blunt head of his cock against her pussy and pushed into her. It was a steady, mind-numbing invasion. He fed her inch after inch of his cock while holding her gaze with his.
Jason felt different from Seth. He was hairier, broader, heavier. Wilder. There was something untamed about the way Jason sheathed himself inside her. And there was something unbelievably carnal about the way he pulled back and pumped himself in again.
There was no finesse, no sensual games. This was claiming—hedonistic, raw and untamed lovemaking. She planted her free foot on the comforter and ground herself up and into him. Sparks of pleasure burst through her, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
She sensed him coming apart for her underneath all his hypnotic magnetism. He was softening for her. She could feel it in his strokes and in the way he hovered just inches from her, inhaling her gasps and shaky, whimpering breaths. He paid attention to every sound she made. His eyes were glued to her face, watching her expressions. Some part of her felt intimidated and embarrassed by the knowledge that Jason knew how his every touch affected her. The other part knew when it was conquered.
“Come for me,” he commanded.
Again? She already came at least twice this afternoon.
“It’s too much, Jason. Please.”
He stilled above her and regarded her for a moment, his eyes analyzing her face. Then he fucked himself into her—hard—and she did not know whether to gasp in pleasure or cry out in pain.
“You’re going to come for me. I want to feel your delicious pussy flutter around my cock when you come, and I want to watch your face at the same time.” Jason bent his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, and the combination of his heated words and the suction at her breast had the passion surging in her again.
Edie wound her fingers into his hair and pulled him tighter against her chest. “Harder. Suck harder!” she ground out between her teeth.
His dick slammed into her, and his hard, rough strokes drove all coherent thoughts from her mind. She clung to him, clawed at his back, pulled his hair, and he gave it to her the way her body begged for it.
Her world came apart in a blaze of searing pleasure that left her gasping and limp. Jason gathered her closer, and his fingers dug into her hips.
“Ah, Edie.” His words came out in a grunted jumble, and he shook above her but spared her his weight. He rolled onto his side and gathered her close. Seth came to lie behind her. The last thing she was aware of before sleep took her was the way they smelled. Then she knew nothing at all.
Chapter Six
Ever since the previous weekend, she had sex on her brain constantly—and they made sure she got a lot of it. Every night. It did not matter to her if she was sore or if she was still sweaty from their loving. She found she could not turn them down. Ever. Their magnetism drew her to them, and she was helpless to resist their touches, their kisses, their caresses. And they were good, so good. They drew orgasms out of her every time and held her when she came apart in their arms only to build her back up again. She rubbed her thighs together just thinking about the things they planned for her tonight.
She shook herself out of her thoughts and focused on the painting in front of her. Something was wrong with it. She tilted her head to the side and squinted. Nope. Something was still off.
Damn.
Edie used the sleeve of her oversized painting shi
rt to wipe the sweat off her forehead. She might as well take a break from this one. There wasn’t any use in getting too tangled up in a piece when her next showing was still weeks away. Besides, she couldn’t stand the way she got when she obsessed over her work. She walked into the kitchen and recognized a familiar face.
“Cassandra. Hi.” Edie wiped away the loose hair brushing against her cheeks. She knew she had paint on her face, but she’d take care of that later. “How’ve you been?”
The other woman shrugged one of her skinny shoulders, and her perfectly tailored dress moved with her. “What can I say? I needed a cup of coffee, so I headed straight here.”
“Well, I could use some, too.”
A few minutes later, they sipped from their mugs and nibbled at the madeleines Edie made earlier that morning.
“So what have you been up to, Cassandra? Any luck with those guys?”
“Not quite. They know I’m in town, but they’re playing hard to get.”
“Really?”
“I know. It’s almost as if they don’t remember all that time we spent together. Like all those times we loved each other didn’t mean as much to them as they did to me. It’s all very frustrating.” Cassandra folded her napkin into neat squares and pressed the edges down so that they looked sharp enough to cut something.
“I’m sorry. That must be really hard for you.”
Cassandra’s eyes met Edie’s. “I’ll just have to make them realize what they’re missing.”
Edie offered her a smile. “I’m sure you will. Just look at you. If they don’t want to work things out with you, they’re crazy.”
“Thank you, darling. Hearing that from you makes me feel like it’s true, which is shocking because I just realized something.” Cassandra smiled an overly honeyed smile at Edie, then lifted her purse, held the lips of it open, and flipped it over, the contents scattering over the kitchen island and all over the floor.
Edie watched in horror as her own silk bindings, dirty panties, a pair of Seth’s boxers, and a bottle of lube landed in the space between them. Her gaze flicked to Cassandra’s perfectly composed face.
“Oh, I could have sworn there was something else in here. Where is it?” Cassandra smiled again and said, “One moment.” Then she shook the purse hard enough that her cheeks joggled from the force of it.
Edie’s vibrator clanked heavily on the table, then fell to the floor, landing with a dull thud at her feet. Edie stared at the toy in shocked silence. Her heart pounded, her blood rushed feverishly through her veins, and her ears buzzed with white noise.
“Cassandra,” she whispered as she looked at the other woman, the terrible truth dawning on her that her “friend” was nothing of the sort. “What the hell?”
Cassandra rounded the island in a few clipped strides, the smart click-click of her heels peppering the silence. “Did you honestly think you could hide this from me?” Cassandra grabbed the bottle of flavored lube and brandished it like a weapon in Edie’s face. “You selfish bitch! How could you? You act like you’re some sweet little thing, but you’re really just a whore!”
She threw the bottle to the floor, and it burst. The lube sprayed and spewed around the room, landing in heavy plops on Edie’s face and hair. It slithered down her skin, leaving a disgustingly oily trail in its wake. It felt like thick spittle.
Edie brought her fingers to her face and wiped a glob of it off. She stared at the clear liquid on her fingertips and rubbed them together in shock. It reminded her of her own texture and all the times Jason and Seth cancelled their dinner plans last minute because their lovemaking sessions lasted longer than expected.
Edie realized she shook with anger.
Fury blazed through her. Fury at Cassandra for polluting her home, for trying to soil her feelings for Jason and Seth, for fooling her into believing they were friends. But mostly she was just plain pissed that this woman, this crazy, conniving, egomaniacal psycho bitch had the nerve to question Edie about her relationship with Jason and Seth as if she owned them.
“Get out.” Edie pointed her tremulous finger at the kitchen entrance. Her voice was weak and thin, but she shook with a rage she never felt before. “Get out, Cassandra! Before I do something I’ll regret.”
Cassandra let out a cackling laugh, and Edie thought the garishly red lipstick she wore looked like dried blood. Cassandra abruptly stopped laughing and looked at Edie as if she were a petulant child begging for candy.
“Do you really think you’re capable of making me do anything I don’t want to, little girl?”
“Leave, Cassandra! Get out of my house before—what?” Edie lowered her brows and tried to read Cassandra’s face. The other woman stared at a spot over Edie’s shoulder with a dark fascination that made something inside Edie cringe. She felt Jason’s presence before his shoulders filled the doorway.
“What the hell is going on?” Jason’s voice echoed in the kitchen, making Edie wince with the power of it. Out of all the times they could drop by and visit, why, why, why did they have to come now? Edie had no desire to see the three of them in the same room together, especially after all the time she spent with Jason and Seth these past few weeks.
Cassandra crossed her arms under her breasts, effectively pushing them up for all to see. She and Jason eyed each other like boxers circling each other in the ring. Cassandra struck first. “I’m just telling your little toy here that she needs to get in line.”
“Hey.” Jason’s voice was deep and held a touch of anger. “Don’t talk about her like that.”
“You must be kidding me. Are you really pulling this?”
Jason stepped in front of Edie so half of his body shielded hers. His hands fisted at his sides. “Pulling what, Cassandra?”
“Your knight-in-shining-armor routine.” She rolled her eyes. “Please. As if you haven’t done that before. I still don’t know what’s so special about her. She’s pretty, I’ll give her that, and she does cook quite well, but I can’t imagine that she can be very satisfying.” Cassandra’s gaze flicked over Edie. “You’re too sweet.”
Edie narrowed her eyes at the other woman and opened her mouth to make a comment about Cassandra’s ridiculous bitchiness and hoping her negative karma would hit her in the form of a huge bus, but Seth stopped her.
His breath tickled her ear and sent tingles along her spine. “It’s not worth it, Edie. Not when she’s like this.”
Well, that took the tingles away. Edie turned to face him. “Really? And how do you know that?”
“Don’t get all sassy with me. This was all before you. Way before you.”
“Apparently not because she came back! Or was this the plan all along? Just waste time with the new girl in town until—”
Seth’s brows dropped dangerously low, and his lips pursed together. She stopped her tirade, and he backed her up against the doorframe even as Jason stepped menacingly toward Cassandra.
Seth pressed his body into hers, and Edie fought against the throbbing in her pussy. “Let me tell you something. And I’m only gonna tell you this once, so pay close attention.”
Cassandra moved out of the corner of Edie’s eye, and Edie turned her head to look, but Seth lightly cupped her chin in his fingers and brought her eyes to his.
“Look at me. Everything you experienced with us was the real thing. Everything. And it means more to us with you than it ever did with Cassandra or anyone else. Yes, there have been women Jason and I shared or had on our own, but they don’t matter anymore. They never really did. You do.” Seth kissed the tip of her nose and pulled away from her. “Don’t forget that, and don’t let her intimidate you.”
Edie squared her shoulders. “She doesn’t intimidate me.”
Seth smirked. “Right.”
“She doesn’t!”
His fingers caressed her cheekbone and swept a drop of the thick liquid off her skin. He rubbed it between his fingers and sniffed at it, then looked up at her, perplexed.
“Is this what I
think it is?”
“Yeah.”
He raised an eyebrow and looked around the room, seeming to notice almost all the surfaces in the kitchen were coated in personal lubricant for the first time.
“What the hell?”
She sighed heavily. “Don’t ask.”
“Well, maybe she doesn’t intimidate you after all,” he said after he turned his attention back to her.
She resisted the urge to slap him. “That’s what I said, Seth,” she hissed between clenched teeth.
He twirled an errant lock of her hair around the fingers of his other hand. “Uh-huh.”
Seth pressed his lips against hers in a kiss that made her toes curl in her flip flops. She couldn’t breathe, but she didn’t care. Then as quickly as he kissed her, he was gone, his hands under her rib cage holding her steady. His eyes glittered with something she couldn’t name, and then he went to stand next to Jason.
“Can’t you see she’s just putting on a show? That innocent act is just that!” Cassandra screamed.
Jason regarded her, stony faced and arms crossed. “No, she’s not. You’re the one who’s making a show of herself. What the hell were you thinking coming in here and threatening her, Cassandra?”
“I never threatened her. I simply told her that she couldn’t hide her little affair from me—”
“We’re not having a ‘little affair’ with her. We’re in a relationship with her, and the sooner you figure out the better.” Jason’s eyes were frigid and hard.
“What does she have that I don’t?” Cassandra pointed furiously at Edie. “What is it? Because I’m certain she can’t live up to the time we had when we took that little trip down to the coast. The whole weekend was just one whole blur of—”
“Get out.” Jason’s voice was barely audible, but his tone and the flash of ice in his eyes meant he was not to be trifled with.
Cassandra crossed her arms over her chest and shifted her gaze. “No, I don’t think I will.”
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