Page 6 of A Sinful Gift

His hands roved over her belly, her hips, and back up to her breasts, first cupping them and then pinching her nipples lightly through the thin lace.

Mason’s mouth still moved over hers, trapping her focus on him as he gripped her shoulders with those large warm hands. The coarse fabric of Mason’s jeans rubbed against her bare thighs, and he nudged her legs apart so that she was forced to ride his leg, rubbing her clit through her panties against his hard quads.

Blake’s expensive suit felt soft as silk against her skin along her back. He continued to flick his tongue against her ear and nibble at her neck, as though he wanted to leave a mark. When Mason ran his fingers through her hair and tugged gently on the strands in tandem with Blake lightly pinching her nipples, it was too much.

She wasn’t ready for Blake’s sensual assault, not with Mason’s mouth so hungrily ravishing hers. She came suddenly, hard, like a grenade detonating with no warning.

“Shit, she just came from a damn kiss,” Mason growled against her lips. His hands cupped her face and he stared into her eyes, absorbing her expression as pleasure rolled through her body. She stared back at him, utterly enraptured by the cinnamon fire of Mason’s brown eyes.

“She’s always been so responsive. It’s why she’s such a good girl for me, and now she’ll be a good girl for you too.” Blake’s exploring fingers stroked along the tops of her breasts, flirting with the lines of the lace cups of her bra. Her nipples turned into even harder diamond points. She desperately wanted a mouth sucking on them, but she was still shaking from the surprise orgasm and her speech was limited as she slowly descended from her height of pleasure.

“I think our pet needs to be in bed,” Blake said, seeming to notice her legs trembling even though she was partially braced against one of Mason’s thighs.

Our pet.The way he said that, the way he was happy to share her with Mason, was the most erotic thing she’d ever heard in her life. She’d always had fantasies about being shared between two men.

“Take her up to my bedroom,” Blake told Mason. “I’ll grab her clothes.”

Mason scooped her up in his arms as though she weighed nothing at all. She wasn’t tiny, but she could get used to being carried around like this. She curled her arms around Mason’s neck and felt his muscles harden beneath her fingertips. He walked out of the library and down the hall to a bedroom at the back of the large mansion.

A massive four-poster king-size bed stood against one wall. It had crisp white sheets and dark-green accent pillows. String lights twined around the posts and trailed in lines down the back of the massive carved mahogany headboard. There was a hint of romanticism in the setup that made her feel oddly comforted and excited at the same time. She hadn’t expected Blake to have a bedroom like this. Pale-green vines had been painted on the cream-colored walls, making the room feel a little bit like a garden, yet it was completely masculine.

Mason set her down on the bed and turned to Blake as he joined them. He had retrieved her dress from the floor, along with her clutch purse, which Mason had carried in from the car when they’d first arrived. He set them both on top of the dresser, next to a black-and-silver box, open to reveal a row of expensive wristwatches. When he turned to face her, he absently twisted the signet ring on his left pinkie finger, which caught her attention.

The night he had taken her to bed in law school, that signet ring had left imprints all over her hips from where he’d gripped her hard while railing her from behind. She had loved every faint mark from that ring, because they had been marks of his possession. She closed her thighs, aware of how dripping wet she was as the two men stood side by side facing her.

“How the hell did you ever let her go?” Mason asked Blake.

Blake nodded, his gaze burning into hers. “Yes, the one that got away. I didn’t know she’d run, or I would have tied her to my bed and seduced her into staying with me forever.”

“Well she’s not going anywhere now.” Mason flashed that boyish grin and reached for the buttons of his flannel shirt. “You’re ours now, sweetheart. Blake may have let you go, butIwon’t. Once you’ve had me inside you, you’ll never want to leave.”

If any other man besides one of the two in this room had said that, she would have laughed at their egos, but she believed Mason. She’d only had a taste of him so far, but that single, explosive taste told her that he would own her just as Blake had. She scooted back a little on the massive bed, suddenly very aware of how nearly naked she was in front of two men intent on fucking the life out of her. She shivered as she watched them share a knowing glance that charged the room with even more awareness of what was to happen between the three of them. Her skin flushed and she swallowed hard, noticing the bulge in Mason’s jeans. He was big, like Blake.Oh God...Could she even take them both?

She should run, get the hell out of there before she lost herself to these two men, but as she watched Blake unbutton his dress shirt while Mason peeled his flannel shirt off his darkly bronzed skin, she knew what her fate would be. No more running. If she had a week with them, she wanted to make every minute count. She wouldn’t think about what would happen when their seven days were over. There was only this... only pleasure.

ChapterThree

Blake’s heart beat hard as he stared down at the most beautiful woman he’d ever had the pleasure of taking to his bed. She had run from him, but he wasn’t going to let her get away again. Not when the chemistry between them was hot enough to set them both on fire. The only thing that made this more electric to his senses was the hunger in his best friend’s eyes. Blake never shared anything that belonged to him... except with Mason. They hadn’t lied to Hazel: they were as close as brothers after all they’d been through over the years. It was hard to explain, but while he had no physical attraction to Mason, he enjoyed seeing his friend experience pleasure,especiallywith Hazel. It felt right, the three of them together like this. And now his friend would taste the sweetness of Hazel Callahan and it would change Mason forever, just as it had changed Blake.

“Kiss her,” Blake said.

Mason’s lips kicked into a grin. “Gladly.”

He walked around to the other side of the bed and came up behind her, naked except for his jeans. Blake licked his lips as Hazel tilted her head to look at Mason over her shoulder, hunger in her eyes. If he hadn’t been watching so closely, he would have missed the flush of her skin that proved to him that she liked the way Mason stalked toward the bed and that she was into this predator-and-prey play. His feisty little Hazel was a spitfire when they faced off professionally, but in the bedroom? She was a kitten—sweet, fuckable, and adorable when she was hunted like this and caught. Then she became a firecracker that any man would die to hold on to, even if she burned him up.

While she was distracted by Mason stalking up to the bed, Blake gently grasped Hazel’s ankles and pulled, sending her flying flat onto her back on the bed. She gasped, but before she could properly respond to Blake, Mason climbed onto the bed near her head and leaned over, kissing her upside down. A powerful shiver went through Blake’s entire body as he heard Hazel groan. He saw Mason’s tongue flick between her lips, and his hands captured her wrists and pinned them to the bed. He and Mason had her between them now, utterly at their mercy, and they were going to enjoy every second of this.

Grinning, Blake hooked his fingers in the lace of her panties and dragged them off her body, baring her sweet sex to him. Then he knelt on the floor at the edge of the bed and pressed her thighs wide with his palms. He loved worshiping Hazel on his knees. It had been too long since he’d feasted on her. He took his time, pressing soft kisses into her inner thighs and the top of her mound before he flicked his tongue over her clit as it peeked out from its hood. She jerked at that little swish and swirl of his tongue, and she whimpered against Mason’s mouth. Damn, there was nothing better than the sound of her muffled reactions while Mason kissed her.

Blake moved his mouth down to her slit. She was soaking wet, his good little girl. He dragged the flat of his tongue deep into her, lapping at her before sucking on her clit, and she writhed hard enough that he had to pin her knees flat on the bed to keep her open and still for his slow seduction. Between long, teasing licks, he lifted his head to watch Hazel and Mason kiss. She was completely surrendering to Mason’s masterful attentions.

Blake had a wicked idea as her thighs trembled under his hands and he realized she was close to coming.

“Mason, give our girl something to suck on while she comes.”

Mason gave one more sweet nuzzle against her lips before he pulled back to look down at her. “You want that, sweetheart? You want to suck me off while Blake tongues you?”

Her lovely hazel eyes were glazed with pleasure, and she nodded eagerly. Mason sat back on his heels on the bed and unfastened his jeans, letting his cock spring forth. He moved closer, cradling her head as she parted her lips and took him into her mouth.

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