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Verity rolls her hips into my touch.
“God, she wants it.” Petra chuckles, delight in her face as she watches her girlfriend. “Give it to her, Monk.”
I slide one finger inside, and Verity’s muscles contract around me, a low moan rolling from her throat.
“Give her another,” Petra says, her eyes lust-glazed as she watches Verity writhe.
I rub my thumb over her and slide another finger in, pushing deeper. Verity’s back arches, her legs dropping open and her eyes sliding closed. I work between her thighs and Petra sucks one nipple and rolls the other between two fingers.
“Jesus,” Verity gasps, squeezing trembling hands into fists at her side. “I can’t… Oh, my God.”
“If you want to taste her,” Petra says. “You better do it now because once we get in that bedroom, this pussy is mine. Your dick will be in her mouth, and I’ll strap it on and hit it from the back.”
I drop to my knees, running my hands up the length of Verity’s thighs. I tug the cotton candy–pink silk down and off and stare at the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. She’s so dripping wet, there’s a spot on the skirt beneath her. My mouth floods at the promise of her on my lips; of sucking her, licking her, biting her. Devouring her. I pull her legs over my shoulders,and she slumps down a little, her shoulders dropping. Petra kisses her neck and plays with her tits, but Verity’s eyes, narrowed to lusty slits, watch me from under long, curling lashes. I don’t look away when my tongue takes the first swipe.
“Oh!” She arches, her knees pressing together reflexively, but I pry them back open and spread her wide, burying my face there and feasting like a starved man. I lose track of her moans and whimpers, so consumed by my own hunger. I drown in heat and sweetness, my lips and chin and cheeks soaked with the taste and smell of her. I make growling, hungry sounds, completely unselfconscious and almost feral to have her like this. Her girlfriend watching me take her apart, lick by lick, hearing her moans, heightens the tension and the pleasure to something almost unbearable.
When I glance up, Verity’s still watching me, her brows knitted and her bottom lip, wet and full, trapped between her teeth. I don’t look away from her, and I don’t let up until her knees squeeze almost painfully around my head. I rub my hands over her legs and cup her bare ass, bringing her as close as I can. Petra said this was as close as I would get, and I don’t waste a moment. Even when the first wave hits Verity, and she screams, her eyes remain locked with mine. It is the single most intimate moment of my life, staring into those midnight-dark eyes, the brown irises swallowed by lust. I slow the motion of my lips and tongue as she comes down.
Petra is still kissing and tweaking Verity’s nipples, but I’d almost forgotten she was there. For the last few moments, there were only two people in this room. In thisuniverse. I finally meet a girl who makes the whole world disappear.
And she belongs to someone else.
THREE
Verity
A few hours later, I wake in bed with Petra and Monk, a flower pressed between two pages.
With my back to Petra’s front, her hand cupping my breast as she sleeps, I’m facing Monk, my leg hooked over his hip and our heads sharing a pillow. Mere breaths separate us. I carefully lean back to consider this man in my bed.
Or rather in Petra’s bed.
The light from the lamp on the nightstand is much weaker than the stage’s spotlight, so that should make him less compelling, but no. He’s still bright and gleaming like a burnished penny, the deep umber of his skin lightly sheened with sweat from the sex we had and maybe how warm the room has become while we slept. If I get out of bed to turn down the thermostat, I’ll wake one or both of them, and then he might leave. The night would end, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that. So I stare at the long lashes, strangely vulnerable against the hard slope of his cheekbones. He is handsome, there’s no denying, but he is more than that.
The way he talked about music is how I feel about writing. Like it’s less a choice I made than what I was madefor. I recognized that passion. Petra set this up for fun because she likes to play games; to knock over a domino and see where people fall, but this encounter disturbed the delicate arrangement of my molecules. Something that was even and placid is now a wave that rolls through me every time I look at him. Yes, Petra and I have been with other people in the time we’ve dated, but it’s never meant much. This, what happened with Monk tonight—as brief as it was—meant something to me.
I don’t often enjoy sex with men because so many of them just don’tgetit. But this man… God, there’s something about him. He ate me out like he’d never tasted anything as good as me before. And the way he watched the whole time, as if my eyes were guiding him how to lick, how deep to go, when to stroke and suck. A filthy tableau of tastes and sounds and sensations, and it was perfect.
True to Petra’s wishes, he didn’t fuck me, but his stare went deep. It was penetrative. I felt it thrusting into some part of my soul that no one has ever touched. Maybe that no one else even knew existed.
Shit.
It all sounds far-fetched. This only happens in the movies, this instant connection. I’m not naive enough to call it love at first sight. Not love and not sight, butshake. Maybe it’s an earthquake. A shaking of my surface that started the moment I saw him, and there is a fissure clearly dividing the hours before I knew him from the hours since.
My fingers tingle with the desire to reach out and touch his face as he sleeps, to test the textures of him with my fingertips.
“Do you creep on all the guys you do threesomes with?” he whispers, eyes still closed.
I gasp and scoot back a little, freezing when Petra stirs, but she just mumbles something about metatarsals, squeezes my breast, and resettles behind me. Monk’s chuckle rolls out low and soft, a quick breath before he opens his eyes to meet mine.
“Remember, this was my first one,” I whisper back, fighting off a smile. “And I wasn’t creeping. I was…”
He raises both brows over sleepy eyes, a small smile twitching one corner of his mouth. “You were…?”
“Never mind.” I drop my gaze, only to be distracted by the topography of his torso. He’s leanly muscled, not bulky, but his abs are corrugated, and the muscles at his hips are well-defined. When Petra was studying for an anatomy exam, she told me technically that theVguys have is called the inguinal ligament, but I prefer Adonis belt. Especially on him.
He’s not Adonis, though. He’s not a man so handsome you’d think hewas a model or a famous actor, but there’s something there beneath his skin that makes him irresistible.
