Page 54 of Tempting Fate

Chapter Twenty-Three

Emerson

Patch gives a whole-body shudder, shoulders finally relaxing from the tense position they’ve been in since he started to undress Jamie. Jamie groans. Whether in response to the sight of it or my suddenly too-tight grip, I can’t tell.

Everything seems to have spun terribly out of my control. Not in a bad way, I don’t think; I mean, I have control enough over the situation, only I don’t know how we’re going to part ways after tonight. Will we have to? I want Jamie for far more than this, and it’s obvious by now that Patch does, too.

But he’s hung up on something. I flick my thumb over the head of Jamie’s cock and smile down at his panting face. Patch might think he wants the push and pull, but Jamie truly seems to need it, at least with me. I kiss him slowly, exaggerating the movements just enough that Patch moans, taking another step towards the bed.

I could spend all night distracted, trying to work out what shifted when we came upstairs, but there’s no fun in that. I push those thoughts away and lick down Jamie’s jaw instead, then scrape my teeth over his earlobe.

“You look incredible like this,” I say, words hardly more than a whisper. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”

He whimpers and turns his face, seeking another kiss. I give it to him, of course, though my lips curve up in a smile when I feel the mattress dip. Patch curls around Jamie’s other side, big hands smoothing reverently over his chest and up his throat.

Jamie tips his head back and arches his back. He’s pliant for me, though, not Patch; when Patch strokes his thumb over Jamie’s lower lip, Jamie catches it between his teeth and bites down. Patch’s eyes go dark. He thrusts his hips, rocking against Jamie’s side.

I slow my hand. “Such naughty boys,” I murmur, and Patch’s cheeks flame. Jamie laughs in delight and grabs him by the back of the neck, pulling him in for a short, almost vicious kiss.

“We are, huh?” he asks, and Patch nods.

He seems almost overwhelmed, and I don’t want to push him too far. Not tonight. Not when this is all so new. I lean over Jamie to press my forehead to his, like he did after we kissed earlier.

“Can you help me out?” I ask, and Patch nods again eagerly. I drop my gaze to his cock. He’s big and thick, and it might have been a while since I was last fucked. “Need you to open me up. Nice and slowly.”

“Oh, fuck me,” Jamie whines. “You don’t want me to help? I’m really good with my tongue.”

Heat rushes through me, and Patch, who is in the process of climbing off the bed, nearly falls over. Jamie grins at him, unrepentant.

“I am, you know,” he says, and Patch huffs a laugh, shaking his head.

“I guess I’ll find out tonight, won’t I?”

I kiss Jamie again as Patch climbs onto the bed behind me. He grabs me by the hips, pulling me gently into a position he deems satisfactory, and Jamie jerks back with a gasp.

“You need to—Fuck, Em. I don’t want to come yet.”

“What if I want you to?”

He turns big, baleful eyes on me. “But you said—”

“You’ll be able to fuck me after Patch, won’t you?” I flick my tongue out against his lips. “If I ask you to?”

“God, you’re a fucking menace,” Jamie says, breaking only a little. He shoves a hand into my hair and pulls me into a kiss that is more teeth than anything else. Patch nudges my legs apart with his knee. I’m awkwardly sprawled out—feels like I should look awkward, anyway—but neither of them seems to care.

Jamie holds on to me as I keep stroking him, each breath hitching and desperate. Patch rubs slick fingers between my cheeks. His lips are hot on the back of my throat. I tremble between them. I might be here, telling them what to do, making them give me all I know they want to, but do they know they can have that from me just as easily?

Patch presses against my hole, a gentle, inquisitive touch, and I gasp against Jamie’s mouth. He kisses me again. Patch works his fingers inside with a questioning sound. I didn’t think I’d be so ready for him, either. It still burns a little, but my stomach twists with desire all the same. Will I take his cock just as easily? I don’t know, but I can’t wait to find out.

Jamie kisses me again, then pushes up onto his elbows. I don’t know how much he can see from this angle, but he flops back down with a laugh. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

“Yeah?” I ask. Patch thrusts his finger deeper, crooking it slightly before he pulls back and adds another. “Oh. Jesus.”

Jamie nudges my glasses with one hand. “You need these on the whole time?”

“No. No, take them off.”

I let go of Jamie’s cock just long enough for him to carefully remove my glasses. He twists and leans to set them on the bedside table, and he’s a little blurry when he settles back down again, but the closer he is, the better I can see.