Which was bullshit. Nic had a death sentence hanging over his head. That didn’t mean he wanted to die. But it also meant no matter what he did, he had a set time and place to die.
So he’d become something of an adrenaline junkie. So what?
He loved the high he got from jumping out of airplanes or off bridges with only a bungee cord around his waist. He loved to race cars, motorcycles, boats…
And have sex. He’d had a lot of sex with a lot of women.
But none of the other women held a piece of his soul like this woman did.
Sweet, warm-hearted Tira. Beautiful. Kind.
Sexy and oh so hot.
Moving carefully so he didn’t disturb her, he maneuvered himself down her body until he could get his mouth on her breasts. With a quick glance up to make sure he hadn’t woken her, he flicked his tongue over her nipple, wetting it and blowing a soft stream of air over it until it puckered and pebbled. His mouth watered to suck her into his mouth but he restrained himself. He wanted to tease her but not wake her. Not yet.
Next, he moved lower, brushing his lips against the soft skin below her breast, breathing in the warm, sweet smell of her body.
He barely touched her with his hands, let his fingertips graze down her ribs to her stomach. Sighing, she shifted her hips, seeking. Already he smelled her sweet arousal, teasing him.
He shifted again, farther down the bed until his mouth was right above her mound. Her thighs pressed tightly together but, with gentle pressure, he stroked a finger along the crease, easing her legs apart until he could see the plump red lips of her sex.
Tira still slept but her body was aroused, hot, wet. Wanting.
Behind her, Duke moved and Nic looked up into Duke’s dark gaze, still a little cloudy from sleep but watching every move he made. Nic glanced at Tira’s perfect mouth, slightly parted in sleep, then looked back at Duke.
Nic saw comprehension pass through Duke’s gaze before he nodded. With a few slight adjustments, Nic and Duke moved Tira until she lay crosswise on the bed. As her eyelids fluttered open and she took a deep breath, Duke turned her head and bent to kiss her as Nic spread her legs and put his mouth on her.
She moaned, the sound muffled by Duke’s mouth, and she relaxed for a second before her body recognized it was under an erotic assault.
Then she tensed, her thighs tightening against his hands as he kept her spread so he could lap at her.
This time, he refused to treat her with kid gloves. He wanted to make her come hard and fast. Then he wanted to bring her off again slower but still with his mouth. Only then would he get up on his knees and take her with his cock while she sucked Duke off.
He glanced up to see Duke ravaging her mouth, kissing her like he was starving for her. She kissed him back with just as much passion and Nic settled in to get her off.
With his rigid cock pressed against the warm sheets, he lapped at her sex, taking the taste of her into his mouth and swallowing it down like nectar. She was creamy and smooth, her lips bare and silky. She wanted to move but he wouldn’t let her, holding her still for his tongue to slide into her in fast thrusts before slowing to take leisurely licks.
When he’d made her so wet she glistened, he moved to her clit. Baring his teeth, he nipped the tiny bundle of nerves and felt her entire body shiver. Above him, Duke’s arm crossed her body, holding her to the bed while Nic held her hips. They had her under their control, exactly where they wanted her.
Nic’s entire world narrowed down to Tira’s pleasure. Every tightening of her thighs, each muffled moan, the way her hips tried to lift off the bed to push her pussy further against his mouth even as she kissed Duke feverishly.
He teased her unmercifully, worked her into a frenzy with his teeth and tongue then pulled back and sank his fingers into her sheath. She tried to move, tried to urge him to go faster but he refused to be rushed.
Pumping his fingers inside, he stroked her inner walls while his tongue played over her clit. The little nub hardened even further as he pushed her closer to the edge.
When he heard her gasp, he paused to look up. Duke’s expression had hardened with lust and he’d pulled away with a groan. As Duke repositioned himself higher on the bed, Nic pulled Tira a few more inches toward him.
Her eyes were closed as she turned toward Duke, her cheeks rosy with desire, her lips puffy and moist.
And when Duke slid his cock between them and she started to suck, Nic groaned in unison with Duke.
Nic watched her suck Duke into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each pull before he pulled out to have her suck only on the tip. Tira’s tongue played around the tight skin, as Duke’s hands sank into her hair and cupped her head so he could fuck her mouth.
Duke went slow, clearly savoring the sensation of Tira’s mouth on his cock. And her expression showed only bliss.
But her hips writhed, her body aching for more.
And Nic intended to give it to her.
Rising to his knees, he moved forward, sliding his thighs under her ass until her sex was almost where he needed it to be. Then, wrapping one hand around both her ankles, he rose to his knees as he lifted her, one hand on his cock to guide him into her.
Even as tight as she was because of her arousal and the position, he slid into her in one smooth motion. His balls slapped against her ass as he started to thrust, hard and unrelenting.
Duke held her wrists above her head much as Nic held her ankles. Each man moved to his own rhythm and Tira accepted them both.
Already close to the edge, Nic felt an electric jolt every time he slid into her clenching sheath. His cock swelled, full to bursting but he didn’t want to come yet.
He wanted this feeling to last hours, days. The pleasure pounding through his body ravaged all his nerve endings, throwing him into a place of sensation that was almost transcendent.
It felt like the rush he got from jumping out of a plane or hitting one-twenty on an open stretch of highway on his Harley.
His climax pooled and threatened in his balls. Watching Duke slide in and out of her mouth pushed him too close to the edge but when he dropped his gaze, he caught sight of his own cock shuttling in and out.
With a groan, his control snapped. Tossing back his head, he buried himself as deeply as he could, his cock pumping his seed into her body.
With his free hand, he brushed her clit, once, twice, and felt her tighten even further around him as she came.
And with Duke’s muttered “Fuck”, he joined them.
“Come on, Sleeping Beauty. You need a shower. And Duke needs to help us keep our strength. We need food, man. Now.”
Duke forced his heavy eyes open and turned toward the sound of Nic’s voice.
Tira lay beside him on the bed, the warm, sweat-slickened skin of her side pressed against his as she lay with her eyes closed though not asleep. Her chest rose and fell in a fast-paced rhythm as she tried to catch her breath.
Duke was right there with her. He felt like he’d just run a marathon.
While Nic… He looked strong enough to run one.
Nic’s normally pale skin no longer held the gray tinge he’d had since the ceiling had fallen on him. His green eyes were bright, no longer dull with pain.
Nic looked a whole hell of a lot better and that made Duke’s lips curve in a smile. The feel of Tira against him made his blood run thick and hot through his body and he just wanted to lie here and have her again.
He hadn’t realized—
Nic ripped the pillow out from under his head and hit him with it.
“Sex later. Food now.”
Duke’s immediate response was to give Nic the finger, to which Nic replied with a laugh. “Yeah, I love ya, buddy, but you’re not my type. Now, the beautiful lady…” Nic reached over Duke to lift Tira off the bed and into his arms.