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?