No Reservations (23 page)

Tyler touched her as if he wanted to memorize every inch of her. Greg . . . Greg touched
her as if he wanted to fuck her.

God, could she actually pass out from the lust beating through her veins?

“Breathe, Kate. Through your nose. Your mouth is fucking heaven. I’m not ready to
give it up yet.”

Tyler’s voice calmed her even as Greg’s confident hands continued to discover her
body.

Her attention splintered. Tyler continued with slow, steady strokes in her mouth,
rubbing over her tongue and lips. Greg stroked her back, as if to gentle her. Getting
her used to his touch.

She didn’t think that’d be possible. The reality of what they were engaged in was
so much more intense than she’d ever thought possible. She wanted to drown in it.
Wallow in it.

Let it take her out of her head.

Because she heard the murmurs, the doubts. She’d had no trouble keeping them at bay
until Greg had touched her.

And even though she loved what they were doing to her, she couldn’t shake the feeling
that she shouldn’t be allowing this.

“Kate.”

Tyler’s voice made her pull back, his cock sliding from her mouth so she could look
up at him. Behind her, Greg stilled, though he didn’t release her, his hands holding
steady on her hips.

“Kate. Do you want to stop?”

How had he read her mind so easily? How had she betrayed her thoughts?

“I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do,” he continued when she stayed
silent. “You want to stop, all you have to do is say the word and that’s it.”

Except she didn’t want to stop. She wanted this. So why was she faltering?

Her attack of nerves seemed pretty damn ridiculous when she was mostly naked and staring
directly at Tyler’s straining erection only inches from her mouth.

She knew it was Greg’s presence, knew her upbringing hadn’t prepared her for anything
like the situation she found herself in now.

But she didn’t want him to leave. She wanted this. Wanted Tyler. Wanted Greg to be
here with them.

Damn it, she wasn’t going to let her insecurities get in the way of what she wanted.
Not now.

“I want this.”

The corners of his mouth lifted and he stroked his fingers along her chin. “So do
I. But we don’t want you to regret this. Not any of it.”

“Do you want me to leave?” Greg’s voice made her start. “I’m not going to lie and
tell you I don’t want to stay. I do.” He stroked one hand up her back, making her
shiver in response. “You’re beautiful and sexy as hell, and we will make this night
amazing for you. But if you’re in the least uncomfortable, I’ll go. No hard feelings.”

Over her shoulder, she saw Greg watching her, no hint of recrimination on his face.
If she said no, he’d walk out.

“Stay.”

Greg smiled, lazy and satisfied. Like a predator who’d just spotted easy prey. “You
won’t regret this.”

His hands began to move again, one up her torso, the other down the back of her thigh,
returning her to the most amazing sensual experience.

Her eyes wanted to shut but Tyler gripped her chin. “Turn around.”

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, then took a deep breath as she maneuvered
until she was facing the opposite direction. Staring at Greg.

He caught her gaze but stayed silent as she knelt there, so turned on she couldn’t
think, much less breathe.

Behind her, Tyler leaned into her, his chest to her back, his cock nestled into the
crease of her ass. She blinked, feeling a moan begin to build in her chest. When his
teeth nipped at her earlobe, she shook.

“I’m going to take you just like this,” he said. “And Greg is going to suck on your
nipples and play with your clit until you come so hard, you won’t know where you are.”

Her moan escaped, a deep, guttural sound that made Greg smile as he reached out to
pluck at a nipple. “I think she likes when you talk dirty. Don’t you, Kate?”

She wanted to answer but couldn’t find the words because Tyler had shifted, one hand
positioning his cock between her legs.

He didn’t enter her yet, just rubbed his shaft between her legs, against her labia.
Already overstimulated, her sex clenched and unclenched around nothing. She wriggled,
trying to get him to pierce her and fill that aching void.

Tyler grabbed her hips to hold her steady as he increased his pace.

“So wet. Think how good it will feel when I get inside. Not yet, though. The anticipation
is half the fun, isn’t it?”

Greg chose that moment to use both hands to pinch at her nipples as he molded his
palms to her breasts.

Her mouth parted but no sound emerged. She was too caught up in the sensations rioting
through her.

“Take Greg’s clothes off now, Kate.” Tyler’s voice held an edge that hadn’t been there
before. “When you’re done, then I’ll fuck you.”

Without thought, she reached for the hem of Greg’s long-sleeved T-shirt, pushing her
hands beneath to touch his skin.

Her fingers played over his abdomen, ridged with muscle. She hadn’t expected him to
be so cut. It made her want to see more.

Greg released her breasts so she could shove his shirt up, pausing for a moment to
catch her breath when the head of Tyler’s cock hit her clit. But he stopped moving
when she froze.

So she continued to pull Greg’s shirt over his head, and Tyler began to stroke her
again.

She was starting to learn the rules and found she really liked this game.

When she had the T-shirt high on his chest, Greg reached behind him and yanked it
over his head.

She hadn’t expected the tattoos. An intricate design covered the right half of his
torso, so colorful she couldn’t quite make out the design.

Behind her, Tyler stilled his thrusts, his cock poised at the entrance to her body
as his hand slid around to her front to lie over her mound.

“What is it?” she asked.

Greg reached for her, weaving his fingers into her hair and pushing it over her shoulder.
“It’s a dragon. My first directing job was a fantasy. A dragon, a virgin, and a hero.
But it turned out the dragon was the good guy and the hero was the villain, and the
virgin saved the dragon in the end.”

She smiled at the wry tone of his voice and pleased smile that seemed to contradict
it. “
The Virgin and the Terror
.”

His expression was equal parts shock and almost childlike glee. “You’ve seen it?”

“I have a thing for cult movies. I always wanted the dragon to shape-shift into a
gorgeous guy so they could have mind-blowing sex. Turn around.”

As Greg moved to show her his back, Tyler bent closer, brushing aside her hair so
he could put his mouth on the sensitive skin of her nape.

She shivered, her fingers clutching at Greg’s waist as her vision dimmed. But she
forced her eyes open. She needed to show she wasn’t the timid, quivering idiot she’d
been only seconds ago.

“This is stunning.”

The tattoo had been done by a master and covered his entire back along with his right
side.

“Thanks. Took fucking forever to finish, but I was still young enough to think lying
on a tattoo table for hours on end while getting shit-faced was fun.”

“Now he’s old enough to know that this is a hell of a lot more fun,” Tyler’s voice
whispered against her skin, and the lust roared back with a vengeance.

Her eyes closed, shutting out the brilliant colors as Tyler began to move again. Slow
enough to be considered torture.

When Greg’s lips covered hers, she was ready for him. Ready for the shock of the different.
The forbidden.

Ready for it to burn her to the core.

Sixteen

Tyler knew surrender when he saw it.

It was in the fall of Kate’s hair down her back as she lifted her face to Greg’s.
In the arm she curved around her back to reach for him.

When she flattened her hand on his ass and pulled him tighter against her, he knew
he didn’t have to wait any longer.

The tight fit of her thighs around his cock felt great, but he’d feel even better
when he pushed inside her. She was so wet, so hot.

Mine.

He retreated one more time, her thighs clenching around him as if to hold him there,
squeezing the tip of his cock.

When he pulled free with a groan, he took a moment to watch her kiss Greg.

She was lost in the sensuality of the moment and he knew exactly how that felt. Like
he was coming apart from the inside out. Like the heat roaring through his blood would
make him explode.

When he did, he wanted to be buried inside her.

Moving his hands to her thighs, he gripped the sleek muscles just below her ass and
spread her legs to make a place for himself between them. She gripped him tighter,
her nails digging into the skin. The slight burn made him grin and bend forward to
press his lips to her shoulder.

He felt a shudder move through her body and couldn’t resist the temptation to bite
her. Just hard enough to leave a slight red mark.

And make her moan.

Pulling away from Greg, she tried to turn, but Tyler held her in place.

“Lean forward, sweetheart.” His voice sounded rough, almost gritty. “Don’t worry.
Greg won’t let you fall.”

When she didn’t move right away, he put a hand in the center of her back and guided
her down. Greg had already moved to accommodate the shift in position, putting his
cock in reach of her mouth. Tyler didn’t know if she realized that Greg wouldn’t take
advantage.

Despite his Hollywood playboy reputation, Greg had an old-fashioned sense of honor
that Tyler had only ever seen surface in the bedroom.

Greg wouldn’t even hint at having Kate suck him off unless she made the first move.

Tyler had no such compunction.

With the head of his cock lodged at the slick entrance to her body, he stopped and
pressed his lips to her ear. “Go ahead. Suck him, Kate. You know you want to, and
I want to watch you. I know there’s nothing as good as being in your mouth and I know
you enjoy it. And that’s all this is about tonight. Pleasure.”

She didn’t respond immediately but he knew she was thinking about what he’d said.
And what he hadn’t. That nothing she did here would affect the way he felt about her.

And he knew it wouldn’t be long before he made his feelings clear on that point.

But now wasn’t the time.

“Go on. Take what you want. No fear. No reservations.”

“Will you give me what I want?”

His cock bucked at the husky tone of her voice, and he saw Greg’s hands tighten on
her shoulders.

“Absolutely.”

“Then fuck me, Tyler. Now.”

He pulled her back with a jerk, impaling her on his sheathed cock in one smooth glide.

The guttural sound she emitted made his balls tighten in a breath-stealing rush.

And when she clamped around him with the tight grip of a fist, he had to stop and
hold back on his immediate need to thrust.

If he did, he’d come in seconds. He’d lose himself in her and deprive her of the feeling
of being fucked while she pleasured another man.

Her body stiffened as he sank deep, but only for a second. Then she wriggled her ass
against him as she craned her head forward and took Greg into her mouth.

He heard Greg’s indrawn breath and the sharp profanity that followed, and forced himself
not to move so he could absorb the feel of her and watch her explore her own sexuality.

She moved tentatively at first, as if she was afraid to hurt Greg. But as she became
more confident, gave into the sensuality she held too close inside sometimes, he couldn’t
hold back anymore.

He started to move. Slowly. Excruciatingly slowly, because what he really wanted to
do was rush. Pound against her and pour himself into her.

Selfish. Can’t be selfish.

But it was so hard when he saw the picture she made. Her skin glowed in the low light,
contrasting with the darkness of his thighs pressed against her ass. The silky mass
of her hair slid against her slim back and fell over her shoulders. He didn’t know
how Greg resisted rubbing that hair against his stomach.

From this angle, he could see only the side of her face, the way her cheeks hollowed
as she sucked Greg’s cock.

Greg’s eyes were closed, his expression tight with lust. From the looks of him, he
wouldn’t last long.

Tyler knew he wouldn’t. Kate had that effect on him.

His pace increased without conscious thought, his hips driving him deeper on each
forward thrust.

She clenched more tightly around him with each thrust, taking Greg deeper each time
she moved on him.

Tyler knew how that mouth felt around his dick, the way she licked and sucked as if
she was enjoying some amazing treat. Knew the control Greg was exerting not to hold
her steady and take over.

A soul-deep urge to give her anything and everything she wanted made him work his
straining erection even deeper inside her. He heard her breath hitch when he hit a
certain spot inside and he made sure he scraped the head of his cock there every chance
he got.

He knew when she reached her breaking point. With a gasp, she pulled away from Greg,
both hands reaching behind her to grab at him.

Greg didn’t let her fall, even though he had to be aching for release. He held her
up as she moaned out Tyler’s name and clamped around his cock.

The intensity of his orgasm blinded him as she came in waves of rippling pleasure
that dragged him down with her.

**

After several moments where the only sound was heavy breathing, Kate felt Tyler pull
out.

Her oversensitized body protested by clenching around him, which set off another wave
of pleasure.

When Tyler wrapped his arms around her and took them both down to the chaise, she
found herself trying to catch her breath and fight out of the lethargy that wanted
to steal all rational thought.

“Next time,” Tyler’s voice rasped in her ear, “I’m taking your ass while Greg fucks
you.”

Oh, my
God.

Her body responded to the roughness in his tone with a renewed burst of lust, so fiery
in its intensity she felt scorched.

“Tyler—”

“Don’t say you haven’t thought about it.”

With Tyler wrapped around her back, she could only stare forward. Straight at Greg,
who’d retreated back to his chair.

He’d hiked up his pants but hadn’t replaced his shirt. His head rested against the
back cushion, his gaze on hers.

He didn’t look ruffled at all, while she felt . . . on fire.

Until she noticed the still-rapid rise and fall of his chest. And the glitter of his
eyes.

He didn’t come.

Was that her fault? Had she not done something right?

Or was he simply biding his time?

She hoped to hell it was the latter explanation. Because she so much wanted to experience
everything Tyler wanted to give her.

Including, apparently, Greg.

“Kate, are you okay?”

She didn’t scold him for asking the question. Not this time.

“I’m fine.” She reached around to pet his thigh, rough against the back of hers. “Well,”
she smiled, “maybe not fine. But there’s definitely nothing wrong. Except . . .”

His hand flattened against her stomach. “What?”

“Greg didn’t come.”

A part of her couldn’t believe she’d said those words.

Another part was thrilled she had.

Tyler’s lips found the sensitive spot on her neck right behind her ear and bit her
before he soothed it with his lips. She was pretty sure he was smiling.

“Greg’s got control issues.”

Tyler’s dry tone made her smile, which in turn made Greg’s lips curve in a sensual
grin.

Her chest tightened. Hard to believe she’d only met the man a few days ago. Even harder
to believe she’d had his cock in her mouth only minutes ago.

Heat drenched her at the thought, but she refused to feel guilty. Absolutely refused
to let anyone else’s idea of morality affect her own.

“How do I break through that control?”

Greg’s grin receded but his eyes burned as he radiated lust.

Her body tightened and moistened as her heart began to speed again.

At the rate she was going, she’d have a heart attack.

But, oh, God, it’d be worth it.

“Show him genuine affection.”

Tyler pitched his voice too low for Greg to hear, as if what he was telling her was
a secret. And maybe it was.

The answer sounded almost too simple. Too easy.

And yet . . . Why should it be?

She couldn’t imagine how many people wanted something from Greg at any given moment.
The man held an inordinate amount of power in a business that thrived on it. Every
woman he met probably had an ulterior motive.

Which made her realize why this situation worked for him. Because he knew she had
no interest in him other than as a sexual partner.

Except that she truly liked him . . . as much as she knew him.

She knew he had a dry wit, an awesome body, and a gentle nature he hid completely.

And he was one of Tyler’s best friends, and she trusted Tyler implicitly.

Holding Greg’s gaze, she propped herself up on one elbow and crooked her finger at
Greg.

He didn’t respond right away but he did smile, those green eyes narrowing down to
slits.

When he finally stood and walked over, she held up that one finger again and had him
stop several inches away.

Though his pants hung open, she couldn’t see anything interesting.

“Lose the pants.”

Her voice sounded seductive, sexy. She liked it. Apparently Greg did too, if his expression
was anything to go by.

After a brief hesitation, he shoved his pants down until they pooled around his ankles
and he kicked them off. When he stood naked in front of her, she had a brief moment
to appreciate just how ruggedly built the man was.

He wouldn’t look out of place on a professional hockey team with his thickly muscled
thighs, defined abs, and broad chest.

Greg obviously took care of himself, and she was about to reap the benefit of his
diligence.

Behind her, Tyler shifted until she could no longer feel his body against hers though
she knew he hadn’t gone far.

“My turn to watch.”

Tyler’s voice had dropped even more, until it sounded like a gruff rasp that rubbed
against her skin, a rough caress on the most sensitive areas of her body.

As if he’d shoved his hands between her legs and stroked her clit.

Her thighs clenched tighter, attempting to ease the ache, but she didn’t have time
because Greg knelt on the cushion next to her, put one hand behind her head and drew
her up for a kiss.

She hadn’t been expecting it and he took her breath away as her hands reached for
his shoulders.

Greg’s kiss had a hard edge, so different from Tyler’s. It almost seemed forbidden,
like she should be fighting it instead of allowing herself to be dragged under.

He kissed her like he wanted to devour her, to force her to submit. For several seconds,
she let herself be devoured, let herself submit.

Sensing her surrender, he pressed harder, his tongue becoming more demanding, his
other hand curving around one breast before pinching the nipple between his fingers.

He pushed her into each sensation, prodding her to fall, to give up control.

But where Tyler pushed with restraint, Greg didn’t have any.

He sped forward with barely controlled speed, almost too fast for her to process.

But that was kind of the point, wasn’t it? To lose herself in the rush and the speed?

No, not lose herself. Immerse herself.

She kissed him back as her hands slid across his bare shoulders then around to his
back. Drawing him closer, she arched her back, pressing her breast more fully into
his hand. She wanted him to knead her harder, pinch her nipple tighter.

The hand at her neck flexed, his fingers pulling at her hair. His lips ground into
hers until she thought he’d split her lip. Then he pulled back and dragged his teeth
down her neck.

She gasped at the strength of the shudder that tore through her, her fingers digging
into his shoulders until she thought she’d draw blood.

And when he bit her nipple, she couldn’t keep from crying out.

Her eyes flew open when she realized how she sounded. Like a woman lost in passion.
With a man who wasn’t hers.

She turned to find Tyler staring at her, eyeing her like a hawk. Still naked, he sat
in the chair nearest the chaise, his erect cock in hand.

As Greg sucked on her breast, Tyler stroked himself with a hard, twisting movement
that looked almost painful. He obviously liked what he saw because his cock stood
stiff and ruddy red.