“So beautiful.” Andre brought his full focus back to Evan’s sweet, yielding flesh and tugged at the open collar of her shirt. “I barely slept last night thinking about how good you felt against me. Don’t make me wait another second to see you naked.”
Her hands lifted to her top button, but Jace grasped her wrists and pulled them back. “Allow me, pet. It’d be my pleasure to undress you . . . for Andre.”
Andre could tell those last two words were difficult for Jace to add. Damn. Never before had he seen the guy struggle so much with sharing. Jace thrived on ménage—it was part of who he was, his sexual makeup.
Guilt niggled at Andre. Maybe forcing Jace to play second with Evan was a bit cruel, but there was no going back now. It was for everyone’s own good. He couldn’t stand by and watch Jace fall for the wrong girl again. He hadn’t stepped in when he’d suspected Diana was more manipulator than submissive to Jace. He’d thought his own mixed-up feelings for his friend had clouded his judgment. But then Diana had crushed Jace in a way that Andre had feared could never be repaired.
He wouldn’t stand by again—even if Evan’s effect on Jace was unintentional—and watch Jace get hurt. Andre would do whatever it took to protect Jace from himself.
“Are you okay with me undressing her?” Jace asked, his voice tight.
Evan looked at Andre, her pupils dilated and her face flushed with heat.
He nodded. “Yes, please do.”
Jace lowered Evan’s arms to her sides and then reached around her to start unbuttoning the shirt from behind. He worked from the top down, each unfastened button revealing another tempting expanse of smooth ivory skin. And even though Andre had seen her naked the night before, he found himself holding his breath as he waited to see all of her again, knowing that this time he wasn’t restricted to keeping his hands to himself.Author: Roni Loren
Evan’s eyes became all-consuming as her gaze drifted down his face, to his torso, and finally down to his boxer briefs. He had to suppress his own shiver. Man, she knew how to make a guy feel wanted. For a moment, it was as if she was the dom and he the sub, sitting there waiting for the next command. Her heated perusal was as effective as a tangible stroke against his skin, causing his erection to press so hard against the elastic of his underwear, he worried his blood supply was going to be cut off.
“Bella, I don’t know what I did in my former life to deserve this. But I must’ve been a very good boy.”
Jace laid a kiss on the back curve of her neck. “And I must’ve been canonized a saint.”
She grinned. “Just so you know, flattery will get y’all everywhere.”
Andre arched an eyebrow at her. “Everywhere, huh?”
Jace reached the last button and slid the shirt from her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. Andre took his time enjoying the mouth-watering view and the way the flush on her face worked its way down her body, chasing his gaze. She ducked her head in deference, but a wicked little smile touched the edge of her mouth, letting him know she enjoyed him looking at her like this. He shook his head. So sweetly submissive, but so damn spunky all at the same time.
He was starting to understand what Jace was going through. Evan had something about her that got to Andre on more than just a sexual level. Lord, how was he going to be satisfied with just having this one weekend with her? There were too many layers he wouldn’t get a chance to explore, too many avenues he and Jace wouldn’t get to take her down.
However, now wasn’t the time to worry about those things. Not when she was looking so sinfully gorgeous and aroused. Her pert nipples were tight and moist from his earlier treatment, and he was tempted to pay homage to those again. But as his eyes tracked lower, other things climbed higher on the list. The soaked state of her black satin panties for starters.
Boy, she’d probably go off like a rocket with the simplest of strokes.
Too bad he wasn’t going to make it that easy.
FIFTEEN
Evan’s heart was pumping so fiercely, she had no doubt Andre could see her carotid jumping beneath her skin. But despite her nerves, she wouldn’t have chosen to be anywhere else than standing between these two men—even if she did sense a bit of a weird vibe between them this morning.
Andre cupped her face in his large hands, the chocolate color of his eyes almost hypnotic. “Bella, I plan to make you feel very, very good, but you will not come before I say so. There will be consequences if you do.”
“Yes, sir.” In that moment, with his smoky tone and the way he was looking at her, she may have agreed to anything.
She was tempted to pinch herself to double-check that she was awake. She’d always had a rich imagination—the fantasies she could conjure up while pleasuring herself were dirty enough to shame a hooker. But the reality of being surrounded by these two powerful men was blowing all those previous daydreams out of the water. And boy, was she happy she hadn’t bailed after things got too comfortable last night.
She’d tossed and turned in bed all night, torn on what to do, but then Andre had pulled her close and whispered, “Let that busy mind rest. I’ve got you.”
After that, Evan had fallen into a sound, contented sleep. She’d also awakened with renewed resolve to enjoy herself this weekend and to stop focusing on how being around the guys was affecting her. So she had a little affection blooming for Jace and Andre. Who cared? It was a natural reaction to sharing some hot moments and a bit of intimacy for the first time in a long while. It wasn’t real, but was just another piece of the fantasy that would go away when she returned to reality on Monday.
And until that reality returned, she was going to be fully present with these two men. Not that she could think of much else right now even if she’d tried.
Andre peeled off his shirt, which nearly sent her into full-scale panting mode, and Jace crowded behind her, all warm breath and body heat lapping against her skin. Neither was touching her, and that alone had her body ready to go mad with anticipation. Moisture coated her sex, and the deep throbbing that had begun the moment she’d entered the kitchen this morning turned downright unbearable. She flexed her fingers, fighting the desire to reach out and grab one of the guys and take over.
She could be patient. After all, neither of the guys looked like they planned to wait long, not with the beautifully full erections that graced the front of Andre’s boxer briefs and Jace’s pajama pants.
Andre tossed his shirt to the side. “Take off your panties for me. I want to see all of you.”