Nice and Naughty (14 page)

He paused outside the room, adjusted his shirt so it covered his aching dick, and then opened the door. The sight that greeted him almost brought him to his knees. It would have sent any other man running, but Connor was not any other man. Gabe knelt naked on the bed, his head thrown back, his mouth open. Crouched before him, on all fours, was Maddie. Her face was nestled in Gabe’s lap, her head bobbed up and down. Her clothes were scattered on the floor and her bare butt stuck up prettily in the air, facing him.

The scent of sex permeated the air.

Connor’s tortured lungs searched for oxygen. Christ, hadn’t he been able to breathe just a few seconds ago?

Maddie had a perfect backside. Her ass was round and plump. Not skinny or scrawny or muscular, but soft and inviting and feminine. Connor clenched his fists at his side, repressing the need to run his palms over all that womanly flesh. He drew in a shuddery mouthful of air, groaning in frustration when it did not reach his chest. Gabe lifted his head at the sound and found Connor watching them. Their gazes met and held. Gabe hid nothing. His expression was open, intense, and Connor raised an eyebrow. Gabe smiled the smile of an alpha male. Dominant, triumphant and confident. Connor returned his grin with equal conviction. Maddie seemed oblivious to his presence.

In a tender move, Gabe scooped up handfuls of Maddie’s hair and bunched it on top of her head, giving Connor the tiniest glimpse of her lips wrapped around Gabe’s dick. Fuck, he’d commit murder just to have that mouth on his cock.

“Is this what you want, baby?” Gabe asked Maddie. “Just you and me in the room together like this?”

Maddie muttered something unintelligible.

Gabe glanced at Connor. “Or would you prefer it if Connor stood behind you, watching as you sucked my cock?”

Her low moan reverberated straight through to Connor’s spine. Maddie shifted, then squeezed her legs together and moaned again.

“Thinking of Connor watching us makes you wet, baby.” Gabe’s eyes glinted.

“Doesn’t it?”

Maddie gasped. She shifted again, and this time drew her legs apart, affording Connor a most enticing view. Hidden between the soft flesh of her thighs was her pussy. It was pink and pretty and puffy—and drenched. As he watched, a trickle of cream slid down her inner thigh.

Connor did not move an inch. Not one single inch. He stood where he was, rooted to the ground.

Maddie released Gabe’s cock with a wet pop. She lifted her head and looked up at Gabe. “Yes. It makes me wet.” She licked his shaft, from the very bottom all the way up to the very top.

Gabe’s jaw clenched and he swallowed.

She pulled back. “But not as wet as the thought of him watching me fuck you does.”

Another trickle of moisture down her thigh corroborated her words. Connor leaned back hard against the wall. The soft thud echoed through his ears. Gabe nodded and reached for a condom. “Do it, baby,” he urged as he sheathed himself. “Fuck me, while Connor watches.”

Still on all fours, with her butt perched in the air, Maddie twisted her neck to look at Connor.

Holy fuck
. She’d known he was there all along. He could see it in her eyes, in the sinuous way she looked at him, in her heavy-lidded gaze. She’d deliberately opened her legs, deliberately shown him what thoughts of him did to her. Maddie ran her tongue over her lower lip, then drew the same lip into her mouth with her front teeth. Connor felt it in his dick, felt the scrape of her teeth over his tip and he bit his cheek hard.

The impulse to reach out to her was overwhelming. The need to crouch behind her and bury his face between her cheeks almost choked him. He checked his actions, forcing himself to relax against the wall instead. Maddie might be turned on by the idea of her and Gabe doing it while Connor watched, but she had nothing on him. He wanted to watch her fucking his friend almost as much as he wanted to slide his own dick into her slick, wet pussy.

Maddie turned away from Connor. She pushed herself onto her knees and gave Gabe her full attention, leaning forward to kiss him. As their mouth met, Gabe drew his hands around Maddie’s hips and then down over her butt, drawing her cheeks apart, offering Connor another look. Then Gabe slipped a finger inside her. Maddie let out a strangled cry and Gabe slipped another finger in. Connor could not tear his gaze away. He watched as his friend drew his hand down then pushed it back up again, clearly saw his fingers disappear into Maddie’s body.

Fuck, his jeans suddenly shrunk two sizes. Connor loosened the button and fly. He had no intention of touching himself, but if he continued like this, within the tight stricture of his pants, he’d lose the ability to ever perform again. Gabe fucked Maddie with his fingers, while Maddie wrapped her arms around his neck and continued kissing him. Her juices streamed from her pussy, down over Gabe’s hand.

Shite, the woman was responsive. She threw herself into the act with no reserve. It didn’t take long before Maddie gasped. Tremors wracked her body and Gabe’s hand stilled—trapped, Connor imagined, in the tight clenching of Maddie’s vagina. Then her head dropped to Gabe’s shoulder and she sat panting, Gabe holding her weight. He whispered into her ear, loud enough for Connor to hear. “Do it, baby. Now. While I watch Connor watching you as you come on my dick.”

She nodded then and swiveled around languidly. Her face was flushed, her lips full and swollen. Her hair was a mess of tangled honey. Connor couldn’t drag his gaze away. He watched as she pushed up high on her knees and straddled Gabe’s waist, her back to his chest. He watched as she reached down and grabbed Gabe’s cock, positioning it just so. And he watched as gradually she lowered herself down onto him, her hips pushing lower, her pussy welcoming his cock, inch by slow inch until Gabe was buried deep, deep inside her.

“Oh, Christ,” Gabe gasped

Her past and present collide in the ultimate temptation.

Wicked Garden

© 2008 Lorelei James

Eden LaCroix loved Billy Buchanan ten years ago, but he ran out on her the night of prom. Now he’s back, and Eden thinks a fling will help her move on from their tangled past. She wasn’t counting on Billy’s wicked side—or the return of her sometime lover Jon White Feather—to appeal so strongly to her own dark, hidden desires. College took Billy away from Eden, but it’s a mistake he can rectify now that he’s in town to make the final decision on the fate of the community center Eden manages. Except reignited sparks keep getting in the way of his objectivity. The flames only leap higher when Eden’s rock star lover comes home from the road. Eden considers herself a one-woman man, but in the arms of Billy and Jon she feels truly beautiful for the first time in her life. But does the healing go far enough to prevent her from letting love slip through her hands a second time?

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Wicked Garden: Billy unknotted the tie and threw it behind him. He made short work of his dress shirt, shoes and socks. He only unbuttoned the top button of his slacks. Again he slipped his hands up her body, savoring every sexy inch. “What’s really going through that sharp mind, gorgeous?”

Her eyes turned liquid, a soft hue that bespoke of raw passion. “I’ve thought of this since I was seventeen.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to put your mouth on me.”

Smiling, he bent and kissed her knee.

“Smart-ass,” she hissed.

“You weren’t very explicit.”

She propped herself up on her elbows, eyes gleaming. “I want your mouth sucking between my legs until I come.”

He stared at her and grinned. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“And I want it right now.”

He hooked his fingers inside her red lace panties, dragging them down her long legs and carelessly tossed them over his shoulder. “You asked for it. Remember that when you’re begging me to let you come.”

“I can take it,” Eden said boldly, even when the sparkle in his eye sent shivers to her core.

Billy gently nudged her and she lowered her back flat, staring at the ivory ceiling. Perched on the end of the weight bench, he placed his hands on her knees. “Wider. Show me what I’ve won. Show me what’s mine tonight.”

A wave of desire washed over her. She stretched her legs, letting her heels rest on the metal rungs of the bench. Her eyes closed when his hot flesh moved into the space she’d created between her thighs.

His finger slid through the wetness of her pussy, stopping to trace the triangle of curls. “So pretty. So pink.” One hand stroked her thigh. His mouth came into play, kissing her hipbones, the sensitive line of skin below her navel. A warm tongue skated across each rib as he made a thorough journey up her body. His thumb flicked across that pouting bundle of nerves at her center, gliding down to rest in her slick opening. He repeated the path up and down her wet slit, gradually increasing the rhythm so it was a constant stroking. Eden began to thrash. Even the fake leather bench seat was too much stimulus on her skin. She wanted his mouth everywhere—on her lips, on her breasts, on her aching sex. Finally that wayward mouth reached her nipples, using the tiniest amount of tongue on tips. “Please, Billy.”

As he latched onto her nipple with his teeth, he slid two fingers deep inside her pussy.

The sensation of his hungry mouth suckling her breast, his long fingers pumping in and out, his thumb rubbing her clit, sent her careening into space. She pressed up to meet

his demanding fingers, clutching his strong shoulders, shudders racking her from scalp to toes as he milked even the tiniest spasm.

After her sex quit pulsing, Eden opened her eyes, mortified by being so quick on the trigger.

But Billy’s intense gaze indicated he hadn’t minded her speedy trip to climax. His hand slid from between her thighs, smoothed a wet line up her belly, which he followed with this tongue. “Beautiful,” he growled against her flushed skin. Eden dove her hands into his thick hair. Her impatient palms tracked the iron contours of his broad shoulders, down his powerfully muscled back. She tugged at the wool fabric of his suit pants. “I want you,” she murmured against his mouth.

“No.” Billy pressed into a push-up position, using the bar above her head as leverage. “I want to look in your eyes when I make you come this time.” With that declaration, he stepped back, circled her ankles and planted her feet on his shoulders. She struggled to sit up. “What are you doing?”

“Putting my mouth on you.” His tongue swirled a path up the inside of her thigh.

“Stay like that,” he warned, “watch me taste you.”

“B-but, it’s too soon, I-I can’t possibly—”

“You can,” he said, licking a wide swath over the center of her, “you will.” His thumbs spread her folds apart, dragging his mouth up and down the dripping furrow. In a breathless second, he jammed his hot, wiggling tongue inside her pussy as high as it would reach.

“Oh. My. God.” The muscles below her belly button rippled as his mouth worked magic. Soft hair brushed the inside of her thighs making them tremble anew.

“Jesus, you taste like some dark exotic fruit,” he groaned, lapping at the moisture pouring from her sex. Billy’s head lifted, his mouth glistened with her juices. “Keep your eyes on mine.” Again his nimble tongue connected with her clit, drawing a series of figure eights.

Blood rushed to the swollen membranes as that elusive point pulsed. The steel bar dug into her lower back as her legs tensed, her nipples beaded, a zing of white-hot heat shot straight to her core.

When the vibrations started, Billy trained his eyes on her face, and his callused fingers tweaked her nipple.

Eden moaned as orgasm number two flooded her. She watched Billy’s heavy-lidded eyes as the climax he’d wrought emblazoned a mark on her. The delicious throbbing slowed. Stopped. He scattered kisses along the tops of her thighs. Replete, she flopped back on the hard bench with a gusty sigh. Billy’s mouth meandered up her torso, tasting the dips and valleys of her sated flesh until he reached her lips. His gentle breath swept her mouth open and his tongue plunged inside, sharing his heat and her musky tang. He lifted her from the bench and settled her on the yoga mat.

Eden stretched, coiling around him with the languor of a sun-warmed snake. After endless, glorious minutes of Billy’s loving caresses and reverent touches, he pulled away. She opened her eyes lazily. “What?”

“You are amazing.”

“But I haven’t done anything besides let you have your wicked way with me.”

Smiling, he twined a damp curl around his finger. “Would you believe me if I said that
was
my biggest fantasy?”

“No.” To prove her point, she slid a bare thigh up his leg until it connected with the hard ridge of his erection. “I’d say my biggest fantasy involves ripping those pants to shreds.” She reached for the zipper, but he blocked her move. A warning flashed in the back of her mind.

“Before you scorch my hair with that dirty look, I’m not going anywhere.” Billy pinned her arms above her head. “Leave them there.”

“Why?”

“Because you haven’t called mercy yet.”

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