Andre’s voice glided over her like thick cream, causing another rush of liquid heat to find its way to her pussy. She was sure the moment she took off her underwear, the evidence of her arousal would track down her thighs. How she could be so desperately aroused after her rocking night the previous evening was a wonder. Usually a good orgasm could keep her satisfied for days, but now it was as if the more she got the more she needed, like crack or chocolate-chip cookies.
She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs, enjoying the tickle of cool air against her hot skin.
When she returned to a full stand again, she found Andre staring with hungry interest at her newly bared flesh. “Look how sexy and wet you are for us already. I bet you taste as sweet as you look.”
“Better,” Jace said, his voice soft and sexy against her ear.
Andre slid off his stool and crouched down, laying a hand on her hip and bringing his face to within inches of her. He nuzzled the spot where leg met pubic bone, inhaling deeply, then ran his tongue along her inner thigh.
Oh, Jesus. She tensed and grabbed his shoulder for support, fearing her knees would give out beneath her.
Warm hands palmed her waist and steadied her. Jace. “You can lean into me, pet. Let him taste you.”
She relaxed against Jace and focused on simply feeling all the sensations. Andre’s touch roamed over her legs, and his tongue traced the edges of her vee—so close to her aching clit, but never actually touching it. She automatically widened her stance, silently asking for more, for some kind of relief. But instead of obliging, he drew the tip of his tongue along her outer folds, making her arch in his direction. Jace held her firm, not allowing her to place Andre’s mouth where she most needed it.
“What’s wrong, gorgeous?” Andre asked, his tone teasing.
“You’re killing me.” She let her head tilt back, and Jace took the opportunity to move his hands upward, finding her nipples and giving them a firm pinch. A deep groan escaped her. “Both of you. Absolutely killing me.”
Andre chuckled. “I promise no one has ever died from this. I like to take my time to explore.” He flicked his tongue against her clit—one sharp, teasing stroke that had her ready to beg. “How else will I figure out what makes you writhe, what makes you get this hot and wet?”
He moved his hands up her outer thighs, tracking higher until his palms found her ass. His fingertips teased along the cleft. She quivered at the memory of Jace’s fingers inside her the night before. Her nails dug into Andre’s shoulders.
“Mmm, so you like me touching you here,” Andre said, drawing a finger lightly over her back opening. “Have you let anyone have you here before?”
She shook her head.
“But you want to try it,” Andre said, more a statement than a question.
A day ago, she would’ve said no, but after her experience with Jace, the overwhelming sensations he’d drawn out of her, she was more than curious about how it would feel to take it a step further. “Yes.”
“She’s not ready for both of us yet,” Jace growled, his entire body seeming to turn into marble behind her. Andre sat back on his heels, his eyes narrowing as he looked past her to stare at Jace. She didn’t turn around, but some silent, not entirely friendly communication seemed to be coursing between them.
When neither said anything, her nerves begin to rise. “Is, uh, everything all right?”
Andre’s expression softened as he brought his attention back to her. “It’s fine, bella. Jace here is just having a hard time letting me top you. It seems you inspire his selfish side. But, I didn’t give you permission to ask questions.”
She bit her lip. “Sorry.”
He drew his finger down the line of her abdomen, then leaned forward and kissed the spot above her mound. “Guess I’ll make you both wait a little longer for your pleasure now.”
“Seriously?” she asked before she could stop herself.
Those sensual lips of his curled. “You both need to learn better manners. Bella, follow me.” He stood and took her hand, then shot a pointed look at Jace. “Stay here. I’ll deal with you in a second.”
* * *
Jace would give Andre one more minute before he charged into his bedroom to see what the hell he was doing with Evan. Jace knew he was being an asshole. He’d agreed to play second, and he didn’t make agreements he didn’t keep. But he was having trouble relinquishing control even though he was trying as hard as hell to be cool with it.
If he was smart, he’d turn around and walk out of the cabin right now. Being around Evan was bringing up dangerous shit inside him. Old feelings he’d thought had been buried deep enough never to resurface. But he couldn’t will himself to move.
He scrubbed a hand through his hair and paced. Another minute passed, and Jace was ready to stalk across the house to bang on the bedroom door. But Andre slipped back into the kitchen, his dark eyes flaring, to intercept him. “What the fuck is your deal, man?”
Jace ignored the question. “Where is she?”
Andre folded his arms across his chest in his take-no-shit cop stance. “I left her in the bedroom so we could talk.”
“There’s nothing to discuss.”