“The hell there isn’t.” Andre stepped closer, crowding Jace against the counter until he was so close, his body heat radiated onto Jace’s bare chest. “I can’t believe you’re doing this. You’re fucking falling for her! Falling for someone else’s woman, Jace. Are you that much of a masochist?”
Jace groaned. “Calm the hell down. I’m not falling for her, okay? I used to love her. The possessiveness is just hard to shake.”
Andre put a hand on Jace’s shoulder and pinned him with his gaze. “Well, I’m about to help you shake it real fast because if you keep acting like this, I will lock that door and fuck her alone. She doesn’t deserve to be caught in the middle of some stupid tug-of-war.”
Jace clenched his fists, the thought of being cut out of the picture making him want to break stuff. But he knew Andre was right about it not being fair to Evan. “Whatever.”
“I know you don’t want that. And neither do I.” Andre moved even closer and his hand went to the nape of Jace’s neck. The firm grip and his nearness had Jace’s heart picking up speed. He sensed some shift in his friend, and the change knocked Jace a bit off balance. The effect wasn’t entirely unpleasant. “But since you can’t seem to adjust your attitude on your own, the only way I’m letting you in that room with us is if you give me all the power. You need to see that you’re nothing special to her. She’ll give herself to me just like she did you. She’s here for the fantasy. That. Is. All.”
Jace’s jaw flexed. “I’m already letting you lead.”
Andre gave him a smug smile. “No, Jace. All the power. I know you had to bottom when you trained, so I’m sure you haven’t forgotten how to take an order.”
“What?” Jace’s jaw went slack. “You want me to fucking sub for you?”
“I think the only way to get it through your hard head that Evan isn’t yours is to give up complete control. To me.” With his other hand, he reached down and cupped Jace, smirking when Jace hardened beneath his touch. “Trust that I’ll make sure everyone has a good time, and we’ll solve this little possessiveness problem you’re having in the process.”r: 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.”