Authors: Faye Avalon
His mouth flicked a little at the corners. “Who
says we can’t finish?”
“Public place.” Amber glanced around again
before looking back at Ethan. “We’d get thrown out for lewd behaviour.”
“Lewd?”
“You’ve got your hand up my skirt, in case you
hadn’t noticed.”
“I’ve noticed.” His fingers inched higher. “I
can feel the heat from your pussy. You wearing anything?”
Her breath caught between her ribs. “Not much.
A thong.”
“What color?”
She could barely remember. “Black. Lace.”
“Shit.”
As much as she wanted Ethan to continue his
voyage of discovery all the way up to her damp folds, she knew it fell on her
to stop his exploring hands. Leave it to him and he’d have his fingers inside her
at any moment. With reluctance, she slipped her hand beneath the table and
grabbed his fingers.
His dark hooded gaze locked with hers.
“Spoilsport.”
She laughed as she tugged his hand back to her
knee. “I’ll make you retract that accusation later. When we’re alone.”
He frowned, but said nothing. Strange. Again she’d
expected him to question her about what she had in mind, but he remained silent
on the matter, just as he had earlier on the phone.
Soon the bar became standing-room-only and
Marco was rushed off his feet. One barman down, he roped Ethan into helping out
and Amber found herself propping up the bar while enjoying the sight of two hot
men pouring pints and mixing cocktails.
Between drinks, Ethan kept a close eye on her,
making sure she was okay and her drink was topped up. With perhaps one too many
margaritas under her belt, she felt decidedly mellow as Ethan helped Marco
usher the last customers from the bar before locking up.
Leaning her elbow on the bar, Amber dropped her
chin into her hand and studied Ethan. He was powerful, muscular, and sexy as
sin. Not only that but he made her feel cherished, desired, strong. It would be
so very easy to fall for him big time. Maybe she already had. Perhaps she was
even halfway in love with him.
She thought of him constantly. His hands on
her, his mouth, his touch. He made her feel good. Amazing. Sensual. Feminine.
Horny.
Damn. She really had imbibed too many
margaritas. Suppressing a giggle she tugged down her skirt as it rode up her
thighs, noting that the men exchanged a look as they walked toward her. Ethan
leaned across to murmur something in Marco’s ear. Marco grinned.
Like brothers
, Marco had said.
Brothers who share
.
Amber thought of that woman, the woman who had
captivated them both into taking her to bed.
At the same time
. What would that feel like? Two strapping, virile
men sampling her, tasting her. Fucking her.
Unable to stop herself, she wriggled on the bar
stool, her skirt hitching up again. This time she didn’t pull it down. It
seemed she’d come a long way since meeting Ethan. Her confidence had soared, so
much that she actually fantasized about what it would be like having sex with
two men. A few short days ago she’d been hard pressed to imagine one man
wanting her that way.
Deep in contemplation, she jumped and glanced
up as the overhead lights went out. Only the red glow cast by the mirrored
lights behind the bar kept them from being plunged into darkness.
As Marco disappeared out the back, Ethan sat
next to her. “Want to finish what we started earlier?”
His deep voice echoed around the now empty bar
and made her insides tremble.
She nodded and grabbed her bag from the counter.
“I’d like nothing more.”
He stared at her for long moments, during which
heat began to burn low in her pelvis. He took her bag and replaced it on the
counter, then eased her from the stool. He kissed her, a light brush of mouths
that only served to deepen her need for him.
Slowly, he turned her until her back was
against his chest. His arms came around her. “You know how beautiful you are?”
Because she knew it was what he wanted, she
gave a slow nod. “I’m starting to.”
His lips grazed the side of her throat as he
held her tight to him. “How about we speed up the process?”
She fell into the slow, steady sideways sway he
set up, closing her eyes against the graze of his mouth on her burning flesh. “What
did you have in mind?”
“Something to make you never doubt it again.”
His warm breath tantalized as it brushed against her ear, then his teeth caught
her earlobe and bit in gently. “You’re sexy, desirable, and any man with a dick
would have to be dead not to want you.”
He was remembering what Trevor had told her and
what those women last night had said, Amber thought dreamily, as her head spun.
He was trying to make her feel better, bolster her confidence. Typical Ethan.
With one arm tight around her waist, his free
hand disappeared beneath the waist of her top, his fingers searching for a breast.
Her head fell back against his shoulder as he cupped her, his thumb sliding
over her hard nipple and torturing her with his lack of speed.
“Want to help me play out my fantasy?”
She shivered as his warm breath brushed her
ear, his voice so low she hardly recognised it. “I might.” She wriggled with
pleasure as his tongue drew along her earlobe. “What does your fantasy
involve?”
“You. Naked.” He drew out each word, between
small bites to her neck. “Spread out on that table over there.”
With a smile, she let her head drop away
further so he could keep doing what he was doing to her sensitive flesh. She
arched her back, pushing her breast into his hand. “I don’t think Marco would
appreciate our using his table for sex.”
“Marco would think it’s pretty fucking hot.”
Amber’s eyes shot open, her body on full alert
as she stared at Marco leaning against the bar, watching them.
She tried to pull away from Ethan, but he held
firm. “Ethan?”
His response was to increase the pressure of
his hand covering her breast. When she glanced up at him, she found herself
staring into his dark gaze. She returned her attention to Marco and watched as
he pushed himself away from the bar and walked toward them.
Standing in front of Amber, he raised one hand and
touched his fingers to her face.
Her stomach pitched as his forefinger slid to
her mouth and he slowly traced along the plump lower lip.
“Not only would I think it’s pretty fucking
hot, I think I’d like to watch.”
Oh, damn. Her legs went weak and she must have
sagged a little because Ethan tightened his hold on her waist.
The tip of Marco’s finger slipped into her
mouth and traced along the inside edge. His other hand went to her top and he
tucked his finger into the V, pulling it gently down until the upper edges of
her breasts were visible.
“Better still,” Marco drawled, his accent thick
and deep, “I think I’d like to participate.” His fingers danced dangerously
along the upper edge of the opposite breast to the one Ethan held in his hand.
“Cat got your tongue,
bella
?”
Something had, Amber decided as she swallowed
and tried to keep upright. Her mouth was ridiculously dry while her blood
heated to perilous levels. The dampness between her legs intensified until the
thin strip of material barely covering her pussy felt hot and wet.
She swallowed again, aware that Ethan was
deceptively quiet. Although he hadn’t said anything, his hold on her intensified
every time Marco spoke. She turned her head to look up at him again.
His eyes smoldered the darkest blue, while his
eyelids moved languidly as he blinked. “Is that what you want, gorgeous?”
Oh sweet heaven. Was this really happening? Thoughts
skittered along the periphery of her mind as she tried to make sense of what
was going on—and how she felt about it. Was Ethan on board? Was the planning of
a threesome the secret that had passed between the men, the one she imagined
they’d shared and she hadn’t been party to? The possibility made her insides
take a huge leap of anticipation. Of excitement. “I—is it what you want?” Her
voice was barely a whisper and her heart beat so fast she could barely snatch
in a breath.
“This isn’t about me.” Ethan’s smile was as
slow as the thumb that moved across her nipple. “Although can’t say I won’t
enjoy what we do with you.”
So he really was up for this.
She glanced back at Marco. Could she go through
with it? Could she really be part of a threesome? Two men. And her.
Yes
, her instincts screamed. Damn and
blast it to hell,
yes
. Not that her
nerves didn’t flamenco at the thought, and some stupid, crazy little part of
her that still lacked the confidence in her own sexual abilities screamed back
at those instincts that this could be a complete and unmitigated disaster.
But could she let the chance go by? Refuse to
follow through on a night that could be the most amazing experience of her
life?
Still she couldn’t shake the niggling
possibility that she wouldn’t measure up for either of them. Despite Ethan’s
assurances that she was hot, beautiful, sexy—and heavens she really was
beginning to feel that way with him—what if she really did make a huge pig’s
ear of this? Her confidence was slowly building when she was in bed with Ethan,
and he made her feel like she could experiment, could do things to him that
blew his head off. She knew that for a fact. Men couldn’t fake it as well as a
woman could. Not that she ever did. Not with Ethan. But with two men? At the
same time?
And how would she measure up to that other
woman? The one they’d shared before. Would they make comparisons?
Ethan put an end to her ruminations when he
released her breast and the hold on her waist. Without his touch she felt
unsteady, nervous like she’d never felt before. But when he moved back against
her, pressing his chest—and bulging erection—to her body, she steadied.
“We can take it slow,” he murmured against her
ear as his fingers wrapped around the hem of her top. “If we do anything you
don’t want or don’t like, just say. Okay?”
She nodded, her head heavy on her neck. Briefly,
she wondered again if she could see this through, but already knew she would
regret it to the day she died if she didn’t give it a go. She wanted to know
what it was like. Two men, both of whom made no secret that they found her
attractive, desirable, and sexy.
And as Ethan said, they would take it slow. She
could call a halt at any time and knew without a doubt they would stop. She trusted
Ethan would keep her safe and with that knowledge the final flutter of nerves
floated away.
She would do this.
As if he’d sensed her acquiescence, Ethan began
to peel up her top, watched by Marco who stood in front of her, his rich
chocolate eyes almost black as he followed the movement of Ethan’s hands.
“Lift your arms.” Ethan’s instruction came as
he bared her breasts to Marco’s hot gaze. Amber raised her arms and felt cool
air dance around her naked flesh while Marco engaged in a slow perusal of her
body. Ethan tossed her top to the floor and when she lowered her arms, he
reached around and cupped her breasts as if offering them to Marco.
Marco wet his lips, met her eyes, and then
lowered his head.
The first touch of Marco’s tongue sent Amber jerking
back against Ethan’s hard chest. She felt his kiss, soft against her temple and
lay her head back against him, closing her eyes.
Marco’s hot, wet tongue explored her nipple,
his firm flicks hardening the nub until it was almost painful. Then he turned
his attention to her other breast and offered the same delicious torture.
She could feel Ethan’s hard length pushing into
her ass, his chest expanding against her back as his breath deepened. Awareness
of his pleasure intensified her own.
Marco kissed one nipple, then the other,
punctuating each touch with, “Soft. Warm. Ripe.” When he straightened up, his
mouth was wet and he licked his lips. “Your tits are beautiful, as I knew they
would be. Will every part of you taste the same,
bella
?”
Her gaze was a little hazy as she watched
Marco, then she felt Ethan release one breast and move back a little to reach for
the waistband of her skirt. Slowly, he slid down her zip and the skirt dropped
to the floor, leaving her standing between two fully clothed men in just a
black lace thong that fitted where it touched and strappy heeled sandals.
She felt amazing. Decadent. Sexy. And so turned
on she wondered if she might simply combust.
Ethan wrapped his arms around her waist and
lifted her from the floor. Moving backward he sat on a bar stool and hoisted
her onto his lap.
He positioned her legs so that they were on the
outer side of his knees, then opened his legs a few inches, spreading her wide.
Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as Marco
moved toward her.
He leaned down and kissed her, pushing his
tongue hard into her mouth. With Ethan’s hands around her waist, Marco broke
the kiss and reached out to draw her arms up and reach them back around Ethan’s
neck.