Page 53 of A Bear's Secret

“Ow,” he said, landing on both hands, then sitting up and shaking his hurt hand, half-grinning. “That was dumb.”

“Here,” said Sloane, taking his bandaged hand in her own. She was aware that she was wearing leggings and a sports bra in front of the two hottest men she’d ever seen, but somehow, it didn’t make her feel unsexy.

She kissed the back of his bandaged hand as Trevor leaned against the wall on the other side of Austin’s bed. Before she knew what she was doing, she was straddling him, her chest heaving, undressing him, being extra careful of his hurt hand, using her hands to tilt his face up toward hers, his slight stubble tickling her face as she kissed him desperately.

His good hand was on her ass, squeezing it through her leggings, and then Austin was there, pushing himself against her back, his hands grabbing her by the hips and moving her body against his.

When her lips parted from Trevor’s, she sighed. Her brain felt carbonated, little bubbles of pleasure moving through and up to the surface.

Austin tugged at the shoulder strap of her sports bra, trying to move it off her shoulder, but it wasn’t budging, no matter what he did.

“Do I have to rip this off of you?” he growled, clearly getting fed up with the thing.

Sloane laughed.

“Are you offering?”

Austin raised his eyebrows.

“I’d be glad to,” he said, his voice low and almost menacing, as he took the fabric in his hands.

“No!” said Sloane. “I was kidding. Here,” she said, taking the band of it and lifting it quickly over her head, letting her generous bosom bounce free.

The bra was forgotten immediately as Trevor leaned forward, closing his teeth around one perfect, dusky pink nipple. Sloane gasped as the sharp pleasure sliced through her core and Austin’s hands on her hips nearly slammed her backwards, Trevor’s good hand on her other nipple.

She moaned out loud then, only for Austin to quickly put a hand over her mouth.

“Don’t wake up Barb and Bill,” he whispered in her ear, the closeness of his voice making her skin prickle.

“Sorry,” she breathed.

Her hands found Trevor’s belt buckle, and then he was undoing it slowly, their bodies still pressed together, the zipper on his jeans lowering notch by notch, sending jolts of anticipation through the three of them. Sloane felt like she could hardly breathe for desire, and had to keep reminding herself to do it.

Finally, she reached into Trevor’s pants, expecting to feel his rock-hard erection through his boxers, but instead she found warm, hot skin, and Trevor growled into her.

“Oh,” she said softly, feeling his hand tighten on her as his cock in her hand hardened even more, his desire evident.

“He didn’t want to borrow my underwear,” Austin said. “I don’t blame him.”

Trevor moved to his knees, pushing Sloane backwards, and in a few movements the pants he’d borrowed from Austin were on the floor. He winced, putting his weight on his bad hand, but nothing could stop him from moving toward Sloane, the three of them now on their knees, Trevor naked, Sloane and Austin topless.

Then Austin slipped his hand under Sloane’s leggings and pulled, running his thumbs over the dimples in her lower back, sinking them into the flesh there like he couldn’t help himself. Sloane could practically smell her own desire, mingling with the sharp musk of the two men in the tiny bedroom, and Trevor pushed her over gently until she fell against the pillows, Austin yanking her leggings off and throwing them somewhere on the floor.

Unthinking, she wrapped her legs around Trevor, feeling his hot, hard flesh between her knees as he held himself over her, looking down with a storm in his gray eyes.

A hand slipped between her thighs, stroking the soft, downy hair there. His fingers glided gently onto her clit and Trevor watched it, biting his lip. Sloane arched her back against the mattress and clenched her jaw, fighting the urge to moan even as her hips moved of their own accord.

Austin’s fingers slipped lower as he knelt beside her, stroking her wet lips even as Sloane tried to move her hips up toward the two men, desperate for his fingers to slide inside her and fill her up, finding those perfect pleasure spots.

Now it was Trevor holding her hips, Austin’s fingers still on her clit but Trevor’s stiff cock waiting at her entrance. He was practically quivering with restraint, although Sloane had wrapped her legs around him and was squeezing, desperate to draw him in and feel him inside her.

“I wanted you since the second I saw you,” he said.

Sloane couldn’t answer, only pant.

“Walking down the hall away from us. I knew you were it.”

Austin’s fingers circled her clit lazily, and Sloane could only think of one word.

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