Page 51 of Tempting Fate

I gasp into the kiss. Jamie bites my lower lip, hard, and if he thinks that’s going to make my wolf retreat, then he’s got another think coming. Em comes up behind, lips moving softly over the back of my neck. Oh, fuck. I will tell him. I will. But it’s not going to affect anything we’re doing right now. Surely, Jamie would stop things if it would.

He digs his teeth into my lip again, dragging it as he pulls back, and I pant when he lets go. Jamie smiles when he sees my eyes again, which is enough to have me tackling his suit jacket, trying to get that off, too.

“So impatient,” Em murmurs. His hand slides over my ribs, feeling hotter than it should. I still my hands and Jamie looks at me questioningly.

Em huffs. “I didn’t say stop,” he says, and Jamie laughs aloud when I move again, pushing his jacket off his shoulders. He tugs it over his wrists and throws it somewhere across the room. I don’t look to see where it lands. I don’t care. His mouth is on mine again and Em’s long, careful fingers are working my trousers over my hips and I’m aware I should be doing something, taking care of them, taking charge, but it’s hard to think with my head spinning the way it is.

“Step,” Em murmurs, and I lift one foot, then the other. I shiver when cool air hits my skin. The rain is still coming down outside, thundering on the roof, and it makes everything feel closer, even more intimate.

Jamie leans back to get a look at me. His eyes widen and he collapses onto the bed, bouncing slightly when he lands.

“Holy fuck.”

I can’t help the way I preen. Em rounds me—still touching, always touching—and behind his glasses, his eyes are dark and hungry. His gaze moves heavily over my skin, making it prickle, and it lingers on my chest and my hips and my cock.

“You’re going to fuck me senseless with that,” he says, the crude words making me jolt. Jamie laughs again, apparently delighted.

“What about me, then?”

Em purses his lips, turning that heavy gaze on Jamie. He’s practically sparkling with pleasure and mirth, top button of his shirt undone and showing just a sliver of tanned skin. He meets Em’s eyes and holds them, raising one eyebrow in question.

“You can fuck me after,” Em says, almost dismissively but for the way he grins. I swallow hard. Em looks at me again. “You prefer…?”

“I top,” I say. I always top. I’ve never—

Jamie’s looking at me too now with that laser-focused scrutiny he turned on me that night outside the pub. The one he’d been turning on me long before that, actually. “And that’s what you prefer?” he asks. “It’s what you like?”

“Y-yes.”

“All right,” Em says, settling the matter. “Good thing I’m greedy, isn’t it?”

Jamie groans, tipping his head back, and Em kisses me again, just shortly, before he moves between us and stands between Jamie’s spread thighs. Em’s shirtless too, and there’s some softness on his stomach and arms, maybe, but that means I can dig my fingers in and so I come up behind him and do just that.

Em sighs and leans against me even as he reaches for the button on Jamie’s trousers. Jamie’s mouth is open, eyes heavy-lidded. “Fuck,” he says, and for the first time, the words are tinged with something that isn’t simply humour or desire. “You both look fucking perfect like that.”