“You okay?” Tavish asked, trailing the pad of his thumb down her cheek.
“Just thinking about how long it took me to get the fingerprints off this thing.”
Legend laughed. “I’ll pay younotto get rid of your ass-print so that I’m constantly reminded of the best thing I’ve ever eaten at this table.”
“You think I’m going to let you devour her pretty pussy, do you?” Tavish hummed while he studied Karolena, as if he might be the one to taste her first.
And there it was. Proof that Tavish called the shots in their relationship. Or maybe that Legend enjoyed taking orders. She could see how the bigger, more thoughtful man might need someone to goad him into getting out of his head and throwing caution aside to take what he really wanted. Hell, she would never have had the guts to ask for this if Tavish hadn’t been so overt in his desires.
By the same token, she figured Legend had a stabilizing effect on Tavish, keeping him from being too rough or directing some of his impetuous tendencies toward Legend instead of her. At least for now.
It was a nice mix and immediately she understood the draw of their tag-team approach.
A bird flew past to her left, making her head swivel in that direction. Exposed by the windows anyone could look through, and on display, she bit her lip but figured anyone peeking would get what they deserved. Still better to keep as much of her clothing on as possible, she reasoned.
“They’re mirrored on the outside. No one can see us,” Tavish promised her. “So sad for them.”
Karolena didn’t doubt they were about to put on one hell of a show.
She waited, expecting Tavish would tell her what he wanted next. Her mouth on his dick, she was sure. At least that’s how it had always gone before. When he didn’t rush her, instead standing beside Legend, as if to see what she would do with them, she decided to take matters into her own hands.
She reached for Legend’s fly because he was closer. He let her unbutton it before slowly pulling down the zipper of his dark jeans and letting the pressure off his cock carefully, as if unwrapping a precious gift. She peeled the corners out and down, Legend assisting, before he shoved his pants over the bulk of his thighs so that they fell to the floor. With a kick, he launched them off to the side, where neither he nor Tavish would trip over them while otherwise occupied. He stood before her in boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the impression of his hard-on in the front of the black cotton. They looked nearly painted on, stretched to their limits in a band beneath his hips and the V of muscles pointing toward the prominent bulge.
“Impressive, isn’t he?” Tavish asked as he edged closer, sliding his hand beneath the back of her shirt and rubbing from the base of her spine to her shoulders.
“Yeah.” She’d certainly never seen a man like him before. “What if I can’t handle him?”
“I can, and I’m happy to help.” Tavish grinned. “Just enjoy. That’s all you have to do.”
Another point in favor of having them both there.
Tavish didn’t try removing her shirt again, or even undo her bra, though his fingers traced her skin on either side of the utilitarian band. The men let her soak in the sight of Legend nearly naked before blasting her with the spotlight of their attention.
In minutes, they’d figured out more about her and her desires and hang-ups than her husband had after a decade. Or maybe Tavish simply gave a fuck about trying.
Either way, he put her at ease enough that she didn’t balk when his fingers paused on the clasp of her bra. She nodded to him and he opened it with a single, practiced flick. He slid his hand around to her front, petting her stomach before inching upward, causing her to arch into his touch.
“Should he get rid of those?” Tavish pointed with his chin at the scrap of fabric that was all the clothing Legend had left.
“Uh huh.” She couldn’t be more intelligible than that as she fought her drooping eyelids in response to the things Tavish was doing to her with his simultaneously soothing and enflaming caresses.
Legend paused a moment.
“You’re not going to scare her,” Tavish told his partner before turning to her. “Remember, you’re only going to do what you’re comfortable with, okay? No one’s going to get upset or leave here unsatisfied.”
Karolena nodded, then glanced up at Legend from beneath her lashes. “Show me.”
Being fully dressed as he laid himself bare, completely exposed in front of her and Tavish, did something to Karolena. It made her feel like she was in charge for once. A potent switch from everything she’d done before.
And damn if Legend wasn’t even more gorgeous than she’d realized. His muscles flexed as he stripped off his underwear and stepped out of them, flashing the side of his curvaceous, muscular ass when he turned and tossed them on top of his pants. He stood, his feet spread, balls hanging low between thighs at least as impressive as the tree trunk that had been sacrificed to construct their table. His cock, thick and heavy, stretched between his legs with no hope of standing on its own.
“Should he touch it? Or do you want to?” Tavish murmured in her ear as his fingers slipped beneath the loosened cups of her bra to toy with the lower curve of her petite breasts.
“Let me,” she replied to Tavish, but while looking into Legend’s eyes.
5
Legend stepped closer. Tavish took hold of one of Karolena’s knees, coaxing it toward him, spreading her legs so that Legend could step between them while Tavish rubbed himself against the outside of her thigh. Her free hand reached for him, petting the bulge of his cock through his kilt. The pleated fabric folded nicely around him so she could squeeze him, measuring him with her fingers even as she fished for Legend.