all my fucking glory. Now what?”
Brenna looked at Cam, then shot him a coy smile. “Now, it’s your turn. We’re putting ourselves in your hands.”
Quickly, Thorn got the picture. This was some sort of trust thing. Cam had started the ball rolling, and Brenna had picked it up and ran. They’d broken him down to prove they’d be there for him. Fuck if it hadn’t worked too. He had no doubt either would be there if he needed them. Now they were showing they had trust in him by turning themselves over to him. Clever…
Now, he wanted to show them exactly what he could do.
“It isn’t a power game,” Cam warned.
Thorn scowled. Duh! He wasn’t an idiot. “You want me to know the power exchange runs both ways.”
“That’s part of it.”
“You want me to know you’re both willing to be totally with me.”
“You’re getting closer. But it’s also about the experience you’ll have when you’re not trying to protect yourself all the time.”
“You think it will be better?”
“Wasn’t it a few minutes ago?” Cam challenged. “Wasn’t the orgasm stronger because you just let go and gave into the pleasure and emotion?”
Fucker had a point. He sighed. “Anything else?”
Cam clapped him on the shoulder. “You make the calls. We trust you.”
God, he couldn’t believe he was having this deep conversation with a naked man while stealing glances at a bare babe he couldn’t wait to touch. Too strange… But if the last twelve hours had taught him anything, it was to just go with the flow.
Two days ago, if Thorn had heard those words from any sexual partner, that would have been an immediate green light to move in, mow down, and bolt. Now…he couldn’t do that. He was invested in them. He cared if they hurt, if they didn’t feel pleasure. The idea of a fuck and run disturbed him. Hell, if he pulled that crap here, what did he have to go back to or look forward to except more long nights with nameless whores? Or his own hand?
Thorn glanced around the room and spotted Cam’s nightstand. He yanked it open and found exactly what he was looking for. He found square foil packets and tossed a handful in the middle of the bed.
Walking to Brenna, he took handfuls of her damp tresses in his fists and locked her hazel gaze into his. “You sure about this? I can be a real son of a bitch.”
“You can also be very intense and caring. You and Cam make me feel safe and adored, and those are things I’d been looking for my whole life.” She caressed his cheek. “I’m sure.”
Couldn’t argue with logic. “Lie on the bed, back flat. Fit the edge of the mattress under the crook of your knees.”
Brenna leapt to do his bidding and quickly positioned herself on the bed, looking up at him with unblinking trust.
Totally amazing.
Thorn swallowed then turned to Cam. This was more difficult. He’d pictured—hoped—that someday he’d find a woman to care about, so Brenna barging into his heart made it easier to accept. Cameron…
“Man, I never saw this coming.”
The detective shrugged. “Honestly, I didn’t either.”
“Are we doing more together than just sharing her?”
Thorn no more than said the words and Cam’s cock jerked and stood up straight.
“I guess that gives me an answer,” Thorn said wryly.
Cam grimaced then turned serious. “I think you know how I feel about it. But right now is all up to you.”
“Whatever happens…happens?”
Dark hair brushed Cam’s stout neck as he nodded.
Holy shit. “So if I wanted to fuck you…?”
“If that’s what you need to feel close to us, that’s the whole point.”
No hesitation on Cam’s part, just a blunt answer. Truth was, Thorn didn’t really know what he needed. But he was going to start with what he was comfortable with and see where it headed.
“Lie down next to Brenna, flat on your back, a little higher up on the bed.”
Cam did exactly as he requested, and the sight of them there, naked and waiting just for him, made his dick stand up and want to tango again.
“Scoot over a little bit.” Thorn patted Brenna’s hip, and she nudged, making room between her and Cam.
Easing down on the bed between them, he turned to Brenna and laid his mouth over hers, gliding a hand over her breast and its stiff nipple. Easing his hand a bit lower, he realized that she was soaking wet.
“Did sucking me off with Cam’s hand to help you turn you on?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“I love you wet, baby.”
“It’s a constant state around you two.”
Thorn smiled, feeling incredibly at ease, even when he turned this gaze to Cam. He was about to cross all kinds of personal lines here, and at the moment, he was nothing more than aroused and happy. Weird, but he wasn’t going to examine it now.
He sat up between them, his left hand still toying with Brenna’s pussy, honing in on her clit. Cam was watching. Every move. Nothing got past the detective.
But when Thorn reached out and grabbed Cam’s cock. His dark, muscled body tensed, bowed. He lifted his hips and grabbed handfuls of the blankets in his big fists.
Sweet. He liked the power he had over them both, no denying that. But he also reveled in the fact he was giving them both pleasure. Now to turn up the heat.
With one hand, he worked Brenna’s clit, the other stroked Cam’s cock. Their mewls and groans made his blood burn. Her breath hitched and her fair skin flushed pretty, telling him she was well on her way to orgasm. Cam’s whole body tightened, and in Thorn’s hand, the man’s dick swelled to beyond-impressive lengths. Staying focused wasn’t easy, and he had to. The more they responded, the more he wanted to give them.
The more he refused to give up until he gave them the sort of pleasure they had given him.
Thorn slung an arm around Brenna’s waist and pulled her closer. When she was nearly under him, he broke away from them long enough to don a condom. As soon as it was rolled on, he eased on top of her, latched onto her nipple and slid deep inside her. She took him in a single thrust.
As he reached the hilt, she gasped and reached out for Cam beside her. She threaded her fingers through his, grabbing his hand for support.
Thorn reinstated his grip on Cam’s cock and, elbow braced on the bed, he stroked Cam from root to tip. He repeated the process again and again and again, sinking into the heaven of Brenna’s body and letting the hot clasp of her pussy surround him, all while stroking Cam in a slow tease. Holding the other man in his hand was shockingly erotic. He could feel the blood pump through Cam’s cock, feel every twitch and jump and engorged vein under that satin skin.
The detective’s lips parted and he groaned, pulsed under his fingers. Close, but not yet.
Easing off Cam, he turned his focus for the moment to Brenna, pounding her with hard strokes, fitting one hand under her to tilt her hips up just right.
“Get your hand on her clit.”
Cam hurried to comply.
Thorn fucked her—hard. Every thrust shook the bed but he kept her tight under him. He could feel Cam’s fingers now and again brushing the base of his cock as the detective worked over her slippery clit. Her skin turned damp, her breathing gasping and sporadic. She clutched at Thorn’s hair, and he sank down into the sensation of a little pain with a whole lot of pleasure. Her pussy was one sultry, juicy place to be as she tightened and tightened all around him.
“Close,” Cam told him.
“Oh yeah,” he could feel it.