But her heart, well…
Curled into the recliner on the other side of the fireplace in the front room, she forced her gaze to stay glued to the dancing orange flames. But out of the corner of her eye, she saw Duke walk naked into the room. She had to look. She just had to.
His cock twitched as she watched, slowly hardened before her eyes. She had to force herself to speak. “Did you have a good run?”
“I’m sorry.”
It was so not what she’d been expecting to hear that her gaze flew to his, her eyes wide with shock.
His jaw clenched, the muscle in his right cheek flexing as he stared back at her. “I never mean to hurt you and I always manage to somehow.”
“Just your gift, I guess.” She tried for flippant but winced when it came out bitchy. “Sorry, you don’t deserve that.”
“Yeah, I do.” He sighed. “Look, Ti, we gotta get past this.”
She frowned, not at all sure what he was talking about. “Get past what?”
“You know why he guilted you into coming, don’t you?”
She could lie and say no. She might have been naïve at first but the arousal in Nic’s eyes when she and Duke had been fighting earlier had clued her in to what she’d been missing.
Nic wanted to watch. He wanted to be there when she and Duke had sex so he could participate, if only vicariously.
And surprisingly, the thought didn’t make her squeamish in the least. Why would it? Her ultimate fantasy involved both of these men in her bed. Her only problem with the scenario was that she was afraid she’d reach for Nic and be upset that she couldn’t touch him.
“Yes, I know what he wants.”
Duke’s gaze narrowed. “And you’re okay with that?”
Her brows lifted as she put her hands on her hips. “Why? Aren’t you?”
Duke looked shocked, the second time she’d done that to him in the past day. Her average was improving.
But she didn’t have long to savor her victory.
Duke stepped right in front of the recliner and reached for her, pulling her to her feet. She wound up so close, she could smell the sweat on his skin. So close she could see the individual pores of his skin and lick the beads of sweat on his skin, if she wanted. Feel his cock as it continued to fill and press upward.
And she wanted.
Blessed Goddess, she wanted.
She took a deep breath, taking his scent deep into her lungs and letting it seep into her body. It spread like magic, making her tingle all over. But she didn’t have time to savor the feeling because Duke cupped her chin in his hand to tilt her face up and covered her mouth with his.
He kissed her, hard, his mouth demanding she open to him. When she did, he slid his tongue between her lips and tasted her. His unique flavor, dark and spicy, made her moan.
She nearly fell into a puddle of lust at his feet. Her arms curved around his neck as she pressed against him until he put his hands under her arms and lifted her.
Her feet left the floor and she slid her hands into his hair as he kissed the breath out of her. As she slid up his body, she rubbed against his erection, feeling the tip of his shaft press against her mound. She tilted her hips into him, rubbing against him, trying to ease the ache between her legs.
He let her torment him for only seconds before he wrapped one arm around her to hold her in place and let the other drop to the waistband of her jeans. Ripping them open with furious fingers, he shoved them down her legs to fall on the floor.
His roughness only served to inflame her fast-growing passion and she nipped his tongue. He reared back, exactly what she’d been going for, and she began to string a line of kisses up his chin.
He let her have her way but only for a few seconds. Then he held her away from him and spun her around.
Her startled gaze landed on Nic, now sitting on the couch, watching them with an expression that made her chest tighten to the point of pain. His eyes burned with a wildness she’d never seen there before. His mouth was a flat hard line and a muscle ticked in his jaw.
He hadn’t been wearing a shirt to begin with and her gaze locked onto his chest, rising and falling as if he couldn’t catch his breath.
His left hand fisted into the cushion next to him but his right had pushed beneath the waistband of his loose cotton pants. The tip of his cock had escaped, the flushed head distended. A drop of slick moisture glistened there.
And the hand beneath his pants worked his cock in a slow, steady motion.
Her lungs contracted along with every other muscle in her body. Especially those between her legs. She wanted—no, she needed—to fill that empty space that begged for relief.
Her desire coated her pussy, made her slick and ready for sex. For them.
She wanted both of them. But she couldn’t have both of them.
She trembled, tears pricking at her eyes, and Duke tightened his arms around her, crushing her against his chest, nestling his hard cock against the small of her back. As if he’d read her mind.
“Sweetheart, don’t think.” Duke’s voice rasped against her ear. “Just feel. And watch. Watch Nic bring himself off.”
She wanted to watch. Wanted to see it all. “His pants,” she barely had enough air to gasp the words out. “I want him naked.”
“You heard the lady.” The command in Duke’s voice made her sex clench with an almost physical pain. “Take them off.”
Nic didn’t hesitate. He pushed the pants down his legs until he could kick them off with his feet then his hand immediately went back to his cock.
Her mouth opened to draw in much-needed air, which was startled out of her when Duke grabbed the hem of her shirt and stripped it over her head, leaving her naked.
Her nipples peaked, but not from any chill in the air. Duke’s body pumped off heat like a furnace and his hands covered her breasts and kneaded them, until her entire body felt boneless.
And ready to explode.
Mesmerized by the sight of Nic’s hand on his cock, she almost didn’t realize Duke was walking her backward until he pulled her back and down, onto his lap, as he sat on the wide leather chair across from the couch.
The silky hair on his thighs tickled the backs of hers and his cock felt like silk against her ass. It pulsed against her, a tiny amount of pre-cum dotting her skin.
She moaned and scooted backward, forcing herself to keep her eyes open to watch Nic, who’d slowed his strokes to a glacial pace.
“I’m gonna fuck you while he watches, Tira.” Duke bit her earlobe and she shuddered as pleasure stroked through her body, a painful jolt. “I don’t want you to close your eyes. I want you to put your hands on the arms of the chair and not let go. Understand?”
She nodded, too turned-on to speak, and did exactly as he said. The leather felt slick and cool beneath her hands. In sharp contrast to Duke’s heat and the lust pouring off Nic.
His gaze dipped as Duke grabbed her hips and lifted her.
“Lean back, baby,” Duke instructed. “Arch your— Yeah, that’s it.”
With her back bowed slightly, the angle allowed him to position his cock between her lower lips, poised to fill her completely.
He held her there, on the tip of his cock and the edge of her desire, her gaze glued to Nic’s cock.
She imagined for a second that they were both going to have her and then she couldn’t think as Duke began to lower her onto the thick length of his cock. The head barely sank in when she felt her sex contract, trying to drag him further into her.
The friction was incredible, sending shock waves up her spine. She arched just a little further, wanting him to pull her down and fill her completely.
But Duke wasn’t to be rushed.
He fought gravity, holding her hips and only allowing a few centimeters at a time to invade her channel. She felt the effort Duke exerted in the rough sound of his breathing, the short, heavy movements of his chest against her back. His thighs rock hard beneath hers, he used his knees to spread her legs wider, opening her further until she felt air brush her exposed clit.