She stared at him utterly stricken. “I’m so sorry,” she said, horrified. “Please forgive me, Manuel.” She turned to Drake in panic. “Forgive me, Drake. I overstepped. I shouldn’t have said—asked—anything. It isn’t my place to question you. It is my duty to see to your needs and to heed your orders, to be what you need. Not to pry into your personal affairs. Please forgive me,” she repeated, her distress radiating like a beacon.
“Evangeline, look at me,” Manuel said in a tender but firm voice. Said gently but an order nonetheless.
She looked up at him in dread, sorrow over failing him but most of all failing Drake crushing her chest.
“Don’t look like that, my sweet, loving Evangeline,” he said with a tender smile. “How could I possibly find fault with a woman who shines with such beauty and compassion. You have a giving heart, one that captures every single person around you. Yes, I lost someone and no, I don’t have a permanent woman. I haven’t wanted one. Not since . . .”
He trailed off, his expression somber.
“No one has spoken to the heart of me in a long time. Not until you. It is why I teased Drake by telling him that if he weren’t such a good friend I’d spirit you away and suffer no guilt or remorse whatsoever. But your heart lies with him. Any fool can see that. You’d never be happy with any other man.”
“No,” she whispered. “Only Drake.”
Drake’s hands tightened in her hair, his body trembling against her back. He stroked his fingers through the long strands and then bent to kiss the top of her head.
Evangeline looked intently up at Manuel, never once breaking from his gaze. “I know your heart lies with another as does mine, but I would like it very much if I could be the woman to give you at least one night of peace. And pleasure. Take me, Manuel. It’s all right to pretend. Do to me as you will. Do with me as you will. I won’t break. I can take anything you give me. I want it and you need it. Let me give you solace tonight.”
“I would never seek to break you, little one,” Manuel said, affection and respect softening his gaze. “I want to give you pleasure, and for a moment I want to touch the sun again.”
He slid his cock to the back of her throat as Drake held her head firmly in place, though it wasn’t necessary. Even though this night was for her, at Drake’s instigation, she sensed Manuel’s desperate need of comfort. And she ached to chase the shadows from the big man’s eyes.
Dutifully, she remained in place as Manuel stopped, lodged at full depth, and he remained there, head thrown back, harsh lines of pleasure carved into his sensual features.
“What would you say if we both took you, possessed you, over and over this night?” Manuel asked in a sexy, passion-laced voice. “Drake and I.”
She shivered delicately, closing her eyes at the sudden, nearly violent wash of desire and edgy need that splintered through her body.
Manuel chuckled. “I’d say we have our answer, Drake.”
“Indeed we do,” Drake murmured, kissing her neck as his fingers tangled more deeply into her hair. “My angel can take a lot and I want to give her the world. Tonight is merely the icing on the cake.”
She moaned softly, absorbing his loving words like an addict in desperate need of a fix.
Manuel withdrew and Evangeline turned ever so slightly so she could stare up at Drake. She knew she was disobeying. That she was to answer to Manuel. That her focus was to be on Manuel. But she simply couldn’t deny the words hovering on her lips.
“Don’t you know, Drake? You are my world,” she said softly.
The fire in his eyes blazed into an inferno and he bent to crush his lips to hers, devouring her mouth, uncaring that another man’s cock had just been inside it. Somehow that made it even more sexy and her clit pulsed, her nipples becoming more rigid.
“You have the spanking stool still?” Manuel asked Drake.
Drake gave a clipped nod and then walked away from Evangeline, and she felt the loss of his warmth keenly. Manuel cupped her chin, directing her gaze to him.
“I had thought to flog you tonight,” he murmured. “To mark your beautiful skin. To take you beyond the limits of your control. To push you to your breaking point. But I find I haven’t the stomach to do it. There are many more uses for a spanking stool, as you’ll soon discover.”
The gleam in his eyes promised her untold pleasure and chill bumps erupted over her flesh, dancing in waves over her body.
Drake returned a moment later, pushing an apparatus that resembled in some ways a saddle turned sideways on what looked like a sawhorse. But it was plush, not at all like the wooden, splintered sawhorses her father had used in his shop before he’d been injured. This was obviously an apparatus made for comfort. And kink.