Her body responded to his command like a well-trained soldier, all the combined sensations crashing down over her in a maddening rush. “Oh, God.”
She cried out as the orgasm overtook her, and Andre chased her climax with his own, the two of them riding the high together. She found his mouth again, inhaled his own groan with the kiss, and held on while her body continued to contract around him. The heat of his release was like sweet fire inside her.
The camera continued its methodical flashing as they both eased down from their high. After a few minutes of lying there with only their labored breathing as a soundtrack, Andre pressed his lips to the curve of her neck, the sweat on his brow mixing with the sheen on her skin.
“Not bad for our first time,” Andre whispered.
She ran her hand along the damp hair at the nape of his neck. “Our first time?”
He lifted his head to look at her. “You’ve never been with only me. I’ve always just been the third for you.”
When she’d first gotten involved with Andre and Jace, she’d thought Andre would simply be an extra bonus—a gorgeous buffer to help her keep perspective about Jace. But over the last few weeks, she’d realized her heart hadn’t made that distinction. Her heart wanted them both. Loved them both.
She pressed her forehead to his. “Andre, you’ve never ‘just’ been anything to me.”
He smiled, but the distinct sound of footsteps had them both freezing.
“What the—” Andre said, rolling off her, instantly on full alert.
But before Andre could say anything else, a man stepped into the studio.
TWENTY-ONE
“What the fuck is going on?”
Evan hauled the sheet up to cover herself and Andre, her heart ready to burst through her ribs. “Shit, Daniel. You scared the hell out of me.”
“Well, gosh, Evan, excuse me,” he spat out, the sarcasm at full tilt. “Didn’t mean to walk into the building I pay rent on and frighten you mid-screw.”
She gritted her teeth. “Calm down.”
Daniel scoffed as he looked from her to Andre, then back. “Calm down? Calm down? Who the fuck is this guy?”
Andre shifted, no doubt taking the condom off beneath the sheet. “Not really your concern, bro.”
“The hell it isn’t,” Daniel yelled, then looked at her expectantly. “Evan?”
The goddamned camera flashed again.
“What the . . .” Daniel glanced at the equipment set up, his face getting redder by the second. “Oh, un-freaking-believable! How could you be so stupid, Evan?”
“Hey,” Andre barked.
She laid a hand on Andre’s forearm, trying to stop him from making a bad situation worse. “Daniel, please. Get out of here and let us get dressed. You and I can talk privately about this.”
“Oh, right. So now you worry about discretion? A little late for that.” He kicked a leg of the tripod and sent her favorite camera crashing to the floor.”
Her jaw went slack. “Daniel!”
Andre bolted off the bed, stark naked and pissed. Daniel’s eyes widened right before Andre grabbed him by the front of his collar and hauled him up against the wall. “Not one more fucking word, asshole. You did this to yourself, so don’t you dare try to insult Evan over something you gave her permission to do.” He twisted Daniel’s shirt tighter in his fist. “And don’t think I won’t kick your ass—with or without pants on.”
A little gasp passed Daniel’s lips, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Andre paused, glanced down, and stepped back a bit. “What the hell?”
Evan’s gaze followed his, and even in profile, she could see the bulge in Daniel’s pants. Oh, fuck. Apparently Daniel’s body had a very different reaction than fear in response to Andre’s naked form and dominant handling of him. Andre let go of Daniel’s shirt and looked to Evan then back to Daniel. Once. Twice. She could almost hear the click when the puzzle pieces snapped in place for him.
She stood, keeping the sheet tucked around her. “Andre, please. Just go, okay? I’ll be fine. Let me talk to Daniel.”
Daniel turned away, his shame at his body’s betrayal obvious. “I’ll meet you at home, Evan.”