Evan lifted her head to look down their bodies, at the scant separation between her and Andre, and she saw Jace’s hand dip between Andre’s spread thighs to cup his balls and gloss them with more lube.
“Fuuuck.” Andre hummed at the touch and Evan groaned at the sight.
The guys knew nothing did it for her like seeing the two of them touch each other. There was something so sexy and forbidden about it, like she was getting to see what no woman usually did. And all that masculinity clashing together . . . Hot damn.
Jace continued to thrust into her, but his hand worked Andre, who was braced above her with a hell yeah expression on his face. Jace’s hand cupped and fondled and slid farther back, stroking Andre’s opening.
“Look how much you like this,” Andre teased, his voice filled with grit. “You look high.”
She gave him a lazy smile. “Have you seen you two? How else could I feel?”
He closed his eyes for a moment, his jaw tensing, and she knew Jace had penetrated him with his fingers. And now Jace was pumping into her in the same rhythm he was using to stroke Andre.
Andre shifted slightly, putting his weight on one arm, and reached in between them to find her clit. The second he brushed his fingers over it, she had to fight not to buck both men right off of her. She felt so on edge already. But he knew how to finesse things and rubbed around the spot, giving her pleasure, but not giving too much too quick.
That’s when everything aligned in that perfect way she loved so much. It didn’t always happen. But often when they were all together like this, there were these perfect moments where somehow they all heard the same music and found the rhythm together without using words. Harmony. Pleasure. Love.
Jace thrust into her in long, grinding strokes, Andre circled her clit with the perfect amount of roughness, and the sight of the two of them indulging in each other finally hit the point of being too much. Evan’s hands fisted in the bindings, the pressure building and building, the sounds and scents and sensations all whirling through her, and everything inside her broke open at once.
She cried out, arching beneath them and yanking at the leather cuffs as she tried to lift herself to meet Jace’s thrusts, to beg him for harder, faster, now. And even if she couldn’t say it, he heard it. His hips pistoned forward, taking her fully and chasing his own pleasure now, and Andre began to gasp above her. The bed creaked and protested beneath them as if it too was going to break apart.
But she couldn’t worry about that. Her orgasm hijacked every part of her focus—so much so that she barely registered when Andre moved his hand away and grabbed his cock to start pumping furiously, the pleasure crashing over his face like a revelation. All she could do was watch him lose it and listen to the dirty, sexy grunts Jace was making behind them as she rode the wave of her own release—her cries getting louder and louder until she probably sounded ridiculous. But she couldn’t help it.
The boys didn’t seem to mind it, though. In fact, her shrieks seemed to flip the switch in them both.
“Fuck, baby.” Jace groaned, burying deep, and thrusting hard. “Listen to you take it. Take it all. You’re so hot and tight around me.”
Andre lost it then, his fist jerking as he fucked his hand with abandon, and hot streaks of his release jetted out, landing on her skin.
Jace made a sound almost as loud as hers at the sight of Andre’s come sliding over her body, and he gave in at that point, too, spilling inside her and calling her sexy, filthy names as he rode her through the end of his release.
Then finally things went quiet. After all the noise they’d made, only the sound of their gasping breaths filled the morning air.
Evan closed her eyes and let her mind drift in the afterglow, drowning in the feel of being so completely undone by these men. Both of them marking every part of her inside and out. A declaration.
Theirs.
She sagged into the mattress, her body limp and sated. This was enough for her. She had more love in this room than most people had in two lifetimes. Jace and Andre made her happy. Her feelings yesterday and the weird grief she’d felt at the negative sign on that test could be dealt with. She had what she needed right here.
She wouldn’t get greedy.
She wouldn’t screw this up.
They had time to tackle those bigger life decisions later.
Chapter 5
While Evan showered, Andre tucked the last few things into his suitcase and zipped up the bag. After their morning romp and finding out Jace’s plan, he felt lighter than he had in weeks. Jace could be a wild card at times, but often that spontaneity was exactly what Andre and Evan needed. If left to their own devices, he and Evan could overplan and overanalyze everything until it lost all of its fun. And clearly all three of them were in desperate need of some relaxation.
He rolled his bag into the foyer and his cell buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, not recognizing the number flashing on the screen. But it was local, so he clicked to answer, praying it wasn’t someone from the station calling with a last-minute crisis.
He put the phone to his ear. “Medina.”
“Andre?” said a tentative female voice.
“Yeah. And who’s this?”
She let out a nervous half-laugh. “Oh, hi, it’s Martine.”