Then Manny swiped his tongue against his bottom lip. His eyes felt heavy with the kind of desire no one could fight off forever. Did he have to keep fighting? His voice grated on his words. “You have no idea how much I want this woman.”
“That’s exactly why you should share her with me.” Kyle eased closer to him. “The minute you let your guard down, you’ll see what I’m talking about.”
“I let my guard down, and someone is going to get hurt.” Manny wouldn’t count himself immune among the potential casualties.
Kyle shook his head. “If she didn’t want this, she wouldn’t be here. She doesn’t need training wheels.”
Rebecca waved at them with both hands. “Hello.
She’s
right here, and she’s kind of wondering why she’s still the only one who’s naked.”
Manny had to smile. Miss Sassypants had made an appearance and as usual that snarky mouth made him want to see her squirm…in a good way. Manny watched Kyle shuck his shoes and jeans and then glanced back at Rebecca. She was practically drooling…and why wouldn’t she? Kyle stood as the living example of male perfection. That look on women’s faces when they saw all of Kyle had always made Manny proud in a way he could never quite understand. Until now.
Kyle was his—always had been. They were the closest of friends, finding themselves rarely separated over the past ten years. And when Manny had been cut off from him, it had been like losing a limb. He could still feel him there, a present and persistent ache.
Manny walked over and dragged his fingertips over the ridges in Kyle’s abs, kissing his shoulder with a soft, open mouth. “Yeah, I know. He’s hot, isn’t he?”
Rebecca’s eyes remained glued, whispering, “Not sure hot even begins to covers it.”
She wanted him. For Manny, there wasn’t a twinge of jealousy over the idea, only pride.
It’d been a shock, seeing her splayed out in nothing but sushi. Manny supposed that made them even, because he could only imagine how stunned she’d been to catch him with Kyle a few days earlier in a moment of weakness. Now he knew for sure he was powerless against both of them and the only thing keeping him from drowning in that fact was the hope that it wouldn’t kill him.
Rebecca’s gaze swung toward Manny, and she wrinkled her brow. “You’re still dressed.”
“I can fix that.” Manny started loosening buttons. “You want to get off of that table?”
“Why?”
“I’m pretty sure Kyle has a big soft bed around here somewhere, and I’d much rather have you stretched out on that.”
Her eyes shone. There was that look again. Rebecca wasn’t interested in some kind of kinky thrill. She wanted more from him, though he suspected she’d never admit it. But what did he have left to give her?
“Plenty,” said his cock. A few more seconds under her smoky gaze and his heart added, “More than you know.”
Chapter Twelve
Kyle held out a hand to Rebecca, helping her off the table with a wink. “See,” he said. “We made it to dessert.”
He had her swept up in his arms before she could protest. Her world went a little topsy-turvy as he practically jogged down the hallway and she held on for dear life. Manny followed at a leisurely pace, an entertained expression shielding something more. And then Kyle sent Rebecca flying in the air as he tossed her onto his fluffy down comforter. A noise escaped her lips—half giggle, half gasp—and Kyle grinned as if he’d won a prize at the county fair.
Manny stripped his shirt from his shoulders and let it drop to the floor, then started on his belt and zipper. Rebecca pushed up on her elbows, studying them both, tracking the shifts in their expressions. Kyle pursed his lips just slightly, raising his chin, and Manny smiled softly back with a smooth nod of his head. Silently, they spoke a familiar language. They found each other’s hands, sliding them onto strong shoulders and exploring chiseled pecs.
Rebecca held her breath at the sight of their mouths joining, tenderly first, as they seemed to reintroduce themselves to this part of them that had been missing for so long. Tenderness hadn’t been what she expected from the two Marines, so full of salt and swagger most of the time.
Manny cupped Kyle’s head at the back, savoring his mouth, his tongue flowing endlessly against Kyle’s. On Manny’s brow, a single line drew a deep furrow, etched with the gravity of the moment. Their kiss evolved, grew more needful with every pass of their tongues. Kyle moaned, a rich and earthy sound, as he slid his hands into the soft denim of Manny’s jeans, encouraging them to droop on his hips. He rounded Manny’s ass with his palms and then took hold like a vice. Rebecca took a ragged breath, overheating with just the sight of them.
Then Manny turned toward Rebecca, his eyes hooded with his own swirling desire. “Don’t think we’ve forgotten about you.”
“Oh, don’t mind me. I could watch you all night,” she whispered.
Nude, Kyle crawled onto the bed. In the shadows of the dimly lit room, he was panther-like, stalking her. “Not leaving you behind, Rebecca. Watching is not an option tonight.”
She sucked on her bottom lip. Each nerve ending in her body pinged to life as she shifted her gaze back toward Manny, who rid himself of his pants and boxer briefs.
He grinned at her. “I think we may have finally rendered her speechless.”
“That’s OK. She doesn’t need to speak in full sentences.” Kyle crawled on top of her, straddling her so he could nibble her jaw on the way to her ear, his cock like a fearless arrow directed at her belly. “You just need to let us know we’re doing it right.”
“Doing what?” Rebecca asked, hoping that the answer would include everything she imagined and that her imagination wouldn’t do any of it justice.
He didn’t answer her at all, as if words were overrated. Instead, Kyle leaned in for a deep kiss, owning her mouth in that fleeting moment. When they separated, her muscles were coiled in a ball of anticipation. Manny was there, dipping the bed next to her. He cupped her breast, kneading it in his warm hand, and then flicked his tongue against her parted lips until she squirmed for more of his mouth. He gave her what she wanted—a kiss that curled her toes. She could overdose on those kisses, mainline that feeling straight to her veins. Rebecca had always told herself she didn’t get addicted to anything, didn’t need anything, but when Manny pulled away, she knew that was a lie. She needed his mouth back on hers, showing her what it was like to crave someone and the pure joy it was to have that person.
Manny pressed her breasts together, filling his hands. He ran his tongue from one to the next, toying with her nipples as she mewled for him.
Kyle blew hot words in her ear. “So sexy. Will you make that sound when he’s inside you?”
God, he knew just what to say to send every drop of blood on a race to her pussy.
Manny’s eyes, framed by his impossibly thick lashes, lifted to meet hers. He smiled with a nuzzle to her nose. “Inquiring minds want to know.”
“I think we’ll just have to try it and see.” Rebecca drew her hand to his cheek, his late-evening scruff pricking at her palm. Oh, she had it bad for him. The mix of hunger and vulnerability in his eyes made those hazel irises a better mystery than the Bermuda Triangle. She didn’t want to look away, so she stared at him, making no attempt to hide from the effect he had on her.
Manny kissed her again on the lips as Kyle dropped his mouth to her neck and that place on her collarbone that made her shiver. Kyle’s chest was warm against her torso, his legs like granite on either side of hers as he straddled her. Rebecca ran her hand lightly up his thigh, tickled by the soft blond hairs against her palm. He scooted lower, trailing kisses over her breasts as Manny cradled their weight in his palms.
A little more of heaven was revealed.
“I love the look on your face,” Manny whispered to her.
Rebecca hoped she hadn’t gone cross-eyed with how good it all felt.
Kyle peered up at her. “Hands down, you’re the most beautiful when you’re turned on.”
She smiled. “That’s all your fault,” she said, looking at both of them.
“Then we’ll both have to fuck you and share the blame,” Kyle said.
Manny frowned. “Damn Kyle, you’re a fucking Neanderthal.”
“Oh, you like it,” Kyle quipped back at Manny. He turned to Rebecca. “So do you. That saucy attitude you give off makes both of us hard, and you know it.” He smirked. “Yeah, I think you like it a little dirty and a little rough. Am I right?”
She narrowed her eyes at him and gave up only the smallest nod. Kyle placed his finger under her chin, and she parted her lips. He licked at the surface, his soft tongue easing between them once, then twice, as he spoke. “Yeah, you want us both to fuck you until you come apart.”
“Mmmm…” It was hoarse and gravelly and all she could manage.
“Ah fuck,” Manny ground out, standing up. “I need to be inside you, Rebecca.”
That worked out perfectly, because Rebecca needed to have him inside of her and was pretty sure another second of waiting would kill her.
Kyle raised himself to a kneeling position, his cock at full attention and mere inches from her face. She followed the shifting muscles in his torso as he reached for the night table drawer, pulled out a condom, and tore the package with his teeth. Manny extended his hand for it, but Kyle shook his head.
“No, let me do the honors,” he said to Manny, beckoning him closer. Sitting back on his heels, he slid the condom onto Manny’s shaft.
Rebecca understood something in that moment. She was Kyle’s gift to Manny, without judgment or jealousy. Manny’s attraction to Rebecca and Rebecca’s to him wasn’t just something Kyle was willing to tolerate because he loved Manny. Kyle would do anything he could to turn the spark they felt for each other into a blaze so that he could bask in the glow.
She sat up and Kyle smiled at her, looking almost giddy with excitement. Then he swept a sweet kiss onto her lips, pressing his soft tongue against hers just long enough to make her feel as though she’d floated away.
They parted, and Rebecca couldn’t help but smile back into his shining eyes. Manny ran a hand over her shoulder and down her arm. While Kyle rolled away, she and Manny shared a second kiss so deep she swore she could suffocate and die a happy woman.
Then Manny sat on the bed, legs stretched long, and leaned against the leather headboard. He placed his hands on her hips and guided her to his lap, facing away—facing Kyle. Cupping her shoulders, Manny gently pulled her back to rest on his chest. He warmed her, with one strong arm wrapping her tightly, and with his other hand, tugged her chin sideways. He assessed every bit of her face, following the curve of her lips, the small flare of her nostrils, and the widening of her eyes the moment she lowered herself onto his cock.
“Ah fuck, you two are so damn gorgeous together.” Kyle fluttered his fingers over her inner thigh, his thumb nearing her pussy.
Rebecca felt full, deliciously so. Manny fit with her. The realization floated out of her as a contented sigh. Manny’s heaving breath coursed against her ear as his hips rocked and his cock slid smoothly in and out. Her body hummed to his rhythm, buzzing each time he breached her entry. After so long, she felt tight and stretched. And yet, there was no comparison with anything she’d experienced before. This was the start of something amazing, and Rebecca felt it in the way he held her, the press of his lips at her neck, and every sweet sweep of his dick inside her.
Manny buried his nose in her hair, blowing out a tenuous breath through clenched teeth. “Rebecca, you feel too good. I want all of you, baby. Give me all of you.”
Had she ever done that before? Had she ever given all of herself to anyone? The real question knocking around in her head was whether she knew how.
Kyle lay down flat on the bed in front of them, his head hovering just above the place where they were joined. “Open for him, don’t hold back.”
Rebecca ground out a whisper. “I’m not.”
“No?” He lowered his head and took a slow savoring lick of her clit.
Rebecca cast her head back against Manny’s shoulder and cried out through her gritted teeth. When Kyle licked her again, her legs started to tremble. He captured her thighs in his large hands and pressed them back, spreading her wider for him. He licked her again, nudging her clit with soft, wet, staccato passes, double-time to Manny’s strengthening strokes.
“Ohhhh…” Rebecca had the distant thought that she’d never really reached climax before during sex. Not like this, without her doing any of the heavy lifting. The tension was so sweet inside her, bubbling up like a geyser buried deep in the recesses of the earth. Rebecca thought about release, about letting Manny and Kyle to take her all the way to the edge of her sanity and back.
“Rebecca, oh sweet God, so fucking good,” Manny crooned in her ear.
She watched Kyle place his hand on top of Manny’s and together with linked fingers they gripped her hip, steadying her against the rush of powerful bucks and hitches. Her eyes flicked back to Kyle, who hadn’t taken his upturned gaze from her as he continued to shower her clit with his attention. He nodded, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Holy shit, I’m coming. Oh my God, I’m coming!”
Kyle watched her press her lips together and shake her head from side to side as her cunt spilled for both of them. She bit her lip, her chest heaving. Her face looked almost apologetic.
“Um…wow, that was…”
Kyle grinned. “A pretty nice orgasm.”
“Mmm.”
He brushed at her plump bottom lip with his thumb. The way it quivered was so tempting. “You look a little overwhelmed.”
“Huh?” Rebecca frowned. “No, um, no.”
“You and Manny are so much alike. He practically jumped out of his skin the first time I made him come that hard.” Kyle eased up her length and kissed her forehead where loose strands of hair clung to her dewy brow. “Hey, it’s OK to let go of some of that control.”
She arched her back and fell against Manny’s chest as her breathing hitched and dragged as though she’d run a marathon. She was silent for a long while as Manny encouraged her with soft kisses at her temple and Kyle drilled her with his stare.