Page 58 of Tempting Fate

“You’re both supposed to be doing something else,” Em says archly. “Aren’t you?”

I shake my head and move over to Jamie. “Sorry, I—”

“You’re not sorry.” Jamie laughs. “You got distracted.”

“So distract me better,” I say.

Jamie grabs me by the back of the neck and hauls me in for a kiss. I half remember I’m supposed to be stroking Em’s cock, so I reach out, and it’s difficult enough for me to stroke him and kiss Jamie, so I can’t imagine what it’s like for Jamie, but neither of us stops. Besides, I can hear Em’s heart going faster and his cock gets even harder in my hand, so he must like what we’re doing.

Jamie squeezes my nape hard, and I almost come undone then and there. I’m hard again too. I hope Em won’t have any questions about that—if he even notices. I pull back from Jamie’s mouth for one second to glance at him, to look at the way his back is arched, neck bared, eyes closed, but Jamie scrapes his teeth down my throat and nips at my collarbone.

I growl and grab his hair, jerking his head back. He grins up at me, unrepentant.

“You like that,” he says. It’s not a question.

I do. I do. What did they say earlier? Everything we do in here stays between us. And if I want them to tell me what I do, to put me on my knees, to bite and pull and fuck—

“Bite me again,” I reply but kiss him before he can agree. Jamie laughs into my mouth. I tighten my grip on Em’s cock, and Em sputters, letting out a high whine.

Another squeeze to my nape has me backing off, panting, and this time Em is watching as Jamie bites down my throat. I jolt when he delivers a particularly sharp nip and Em’s gaze narrows in on me.

“Can he leave a mark?” he asks.

Heat washes through me again and my cock jerks. I think the fact that Em could make me come without a hand on me is the scariest part. Scariest? I’m not even certain that’s true. Hottest. Best. Worst. I don’t know. The point being, I think his words would be enough.

“Y-yes.”

Jamie pulls back and frowns at me. Fuck. Of course. Any mark will be gone come morning. He turns a grin on Em. It doesn’t quite meet his eyes, but I’m not sure Em can tell now that he’s being fucked into the mattress.

“Not tonight,” he says.

Em frowns and opens his mouth, but then he seems to read the expression on Jamie’s face and simply nods in response. I lean into Jamie’s side. I don’t want things to get weird now. Not when we’ve been doing so well.

Jamie loosens his grip on my nape. I whine, and he looks at me and lets out a quiet sigh.

“Kiss me.”

I do. I kiss him desperately because it feels like I need to, because it feels like he’s pulling back and I want him here, now, with us. He hesitates for a moment and then he meets me stroke for stroke, and when I melt, he kisses me harder, like he wants to leave a mark no one but we three can see.

Em’s next moan has us both panting into each other’s mouths. His thighs are trembling, and he lets out a desperate sound on each thrust.

“I’m going to—Oh, fuck, don’t stop—”

“Never,” Jamie breathes.

I focus on the head of Em’s cock, stroking, pressing my thumb just under the head, and he all but screams when he finally comes. Cum shoots over his stomach, as far up as his chest, and Jamie follows him over that edge a few seconds later with his own punched-out groan.

“Holy fuck,” Jamie mutters. “That was—”

He glances at me, then away again.

Yeah, that was definitely something.