She lifted a challenging brow at him. “Then you’re going to have to change your attitude or you’ll be relegated to the shadows for the rest of the night.”
Erik’s chin lifted. “So you’re staying?”
She paused and she swore she heard Keegan draw in a deep breath and hold it. Erik flat-out refused to give her the satisfaction.
“I’ll stay. For now. But I expect you both to make it worth my while.”
“You mean—”
“Shut up, Erik. Just…shut up.”
Keegan shoved at Erik’s shoulder but Erik didn’t budge. He didn’t finish the thought either.
“Jules, would you like another drink?”
She gave Keegan a smile and watched him return it slowly.
Heat bloomed again between her legs, already so turned on she wanted to wrap her body around Erik and she how all that aggression translated into sex. And how the two of them would feel taking her at the same time.
And that had nothing at all to do with money.
As Keegan moved toward the bar in the corner, Erik threw himself on the couch by the fireplace.
He tried not to stare as Julianne walked back to the fireplace, hips swaying with mouth-watering grace. He knew she was exaggerating for him. Jesus, the woman could convince the pope to give up his vows.
She had a world-class ass that he wanted to smack while he knelt behind her and fucked her so hard she passed out. Lust boiled through his veins like lava and he forced himself not to squirm like a teenager with a hard-on in the hot teacher’s class.
He needed a drink. Maybe more than one.
His cock already at attention, it thickened even more as she sank onto the chaise and laid herself out on her side, one hand holding up her head. She’d dropped the blanket she’d had around her shoulders onto the floor. This close to the fire, she didn’t need it.
Long, dark hair fell to the chaise and pooled there. He wanted to wrap the length around his hand as he kissed her. Then he wanted to wind it around his cock.
She looked relaxed, in charge. And so damn sexy, he had the overwhelming urge to go over there and fall on her like a beast.
He managed to restrain himself. But only barely.
“So tell me, Erik. Do you and Keegan usually do one woman together? Is that the only way you can get it up?”
Keegan coughed from the bar area.
Bastard
. His so-called best friend was enjoying the hell out of watching her tie him in knots.
The corners of her mouth twitched, as if she knew Keegan was laughing.
He considered ignoring her but found he wanted to talk. Wanted her to talk, as well. “No, it’s not the only way. But we’ve learned women can be very…
grateful
for the pleasure we can give her together.”
“And how did you discover this?”
“In college.” Keegan answered as he returned with a glass in each hand. He handed one to Julianne and the other to Erik then made a return trip for his own. “And we found we were good at it.”
She took a sip of her drink. “Do you two have a thing for each other?”
It was a common question women usually asked because they thought he and Keegan were bisexual. “Nothing sexual, no.”
“And Erik’s the only one I would ever trust in this situation.” Keegan sprawled back into the chair he’d occupied earlier. “We work well together.”
And lately, it was the only way he got laid.
“Do you like to watch each other?”
Again, Erik got no sense that she was asking because she found it distasteful. She was simply curious. She wanted to know how they worked. He liked that about her.
Hell, he liked pretty much everything about her.
“It’s not that simple.” He thought about it for a second then looked to Keegan for help.
Keegan just sipped his drink and let him swing.
After a heavy sigh, Erik continued. “It’s not like watching porn. It’s more like sharing an orgasm with someone who appreciates it as much as you do.”
Not that that made it any clearer. Still, Julianne nodded as if she understood.
“So if I get up,” which she did, “and walk over to you,” she stopped in front of Erik, staring down at him, “and tell you to take your clothes off so I can fuck you on this couch, Keegan will enjoy it?”
“Fuck yeah.”
Erik heard Keegan’s muttered response loud and clear. And apparently, so did Julianne.
Her lips curved in a sensuous smile that made it hard for him to breathe.
“Then take off your clothes, Erik. You look a little warm.”
Erik had turned the heat up not long after she’d dropped her coat. He hadn’t wanted her to be cold. Now the room felt like a sauna. But Erik was pretty sure that had more to do with his internal temperature than the actual room temperature.
With her hands on her hips, she watched as he leaned to the side to put his glass on the table next to him then reached over his head to pull his shirt off. If she was going to fuck him right here and now, he wanted to feel her skin against his.
Her gaze skimmed over the scars on his arm and body but, again, she didn’t seem to be affected by them. When he reached for the button on his jeans, she followed his hand. As he lowered the zipper, he heard her take a deep breath as he bared his cock to her.
The explosion had hit his right side, his arm and face taking most of the damage. His legs had mostly been spared, although there were a few spots on his right thigh. His cock had been completely unaffected and now jutted up from his groin, ten inches long and three around.
Women had been known to lick their lips when they saw him. Before.
Julianne looked into his eyes and smiled.
“Is that all for me?”
God, yes.
“Absolutely. Why don’t you climb on and I’ll give you a good ride?”
“I think I will.”
With a few quick movements of her hands, her panties and her corset dropped to the floor and she stood naked in front of him.
He sucked in a sharp breath, feeling like he’d been kicked in the gut.
Jesus, she was gorgeous. Her breasts were firm and high, at least a C-cup with just enough jiggle to prove they weren’t fake. They were tipped with tight, light pink nipples. Her generous hips were curved and he couldn’t wait until she turned around so he could see her ass. This woman wasn’t anywhere near model skinny and was all the more beautiful for it.
He didn’t have a lot of time to admire her, though. She took two steps forward, grabbed his shoulders and planted her knees on either side of his hips. Her pussy hovered inches above his cock and he felt the heat of it sink into his body.
God damn, she made him ache. He tried not to show how affected he was but it was becoming harder to breathe with each passing second. His hands clenched into fists at his sides but he couldn’t contain the urge to touch her. He grabbed her hips, her skin hot and smooth as silk.
Tugging her closer, he nearly had her exactly where he wanted her. But she stiffened her arms and held him away. She stared into his eyes, forcing him to hold her gaze. Lifted one hand from his shoulder, she cupped his cheek. The ruined one.
The urge to jerk away flooded through his body, almost overwhelming. But he knew if he did, she’d just reach for him again. Or she’d move away.
He didn’t want her to move unless it was onto his dick.
Forcing himself to stay still, his gaze never straying from hers. That connection sank deep inside him and put hooks in places he hadn’t allowed anyone to touch in years.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
Her voice rasped against his libido, making it hard for him to breathe. His lips parted but he had no idea what to say. All he could do was swallow hard and keep his hands on her hips so she couldn’t get away.
Something fluttered onto the cushion next to them, drawing her attention away.
A condom. She left it there for the moment, taking her own sweet time.
Reaching between them, she grabbed his cock and began to stroke him. A slow, steady pump that had him gasping for air in under a minute.
Christ, if she kept that up, he’d blow way too soon.
As if she knew, she tightened on him, her pace becoming faster, her grip tighter. Maddening.
His hips wanted to pump but the angle was wrong. If she’d just fucking sit on his cock, take him high and deep inside her, he could relieve some of this building pressure. And when he started to groan every time her palm rubbed over the head of his cock, he’d had enough.
Before she realized what he was doing, he released one hand from her hip and grabbed the condom. She released her grip on him so he could roll it down his shaft. Then holding it at the perfect angle, he grabbed her hips and brought her down.
They both gasped as he plunged inside, her pussy tight and wet around him. So hot. It made him want to fuck her hard and fast until he came, pumping her full of his cum.
He barely managed to hold onto his restraint. He didn’t want to hurt her but she looked a little stunned, her lips parted and her eyes dazed.
“Julianne. Tell me you’re okay.”
Her eyes closed and, as he watched, her tongue slicked out to lick her lips. His cock throbbed in response as he heard her suck in a rasping breath. His gaze dropped to watch her breasts as she drew in another and another.
God damn, she had gorgeous tits. He wanted to taste them.
“Oh, my God.”
His gaze flew back to her face as she whispered those words. With his hands back on her hips, he gave her a shake, just enough to make her eyes fly open and his cock pulse inside her at the sensation.
“Julianne. You gotta answer me. Are you okay?”
Her lips curved in a slight smile. “I’m fine. More than fine. Just fuck me. Now. Right now.”
His entire body tightened as lust made him feel even more feral than normal. Then he took her at her word.
Using his hands to guide her, he lifted her up then let her fall back down. Every movement made her already clenching pussy even tighter.
He felt like she still had him gripped in her hand, milking his every movement. Because of the position, he couldn’t thrust as deeply as he wanted but gravity helped. She slid a little farther down his shaft each time until she engulfed him to the base of his cock, her gaze never leaving his.
He hadn’t looked a woman in the eyes while he fucked her since the accident. Hell, he hadn’t been alone in a bed with one either. Keegan had always been there, too. Keegan and his unmarked face had kept the woman occupied while Erik fucked her from behind.
He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed that connection, watching her eyes darken and her lids fall until her gaze was a bare slit. Seeing her lips quiver as she sucked in a shuddering breath each time he let her sink back onto his cock.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, each finger a separate brand as she held him tight. Her sheath rippled around him as he stroked her body closer to orgasm. He saw her fighting it off, holding back, and he wanted to snarl as he pumped into her, each movement becoming harder, tighter.
He wanted her to go over first, wanted to watch her come as he fucked her, knowing he alone had made her break.