Page 74 of Peyton's Price

“He’s had you to himself for almost a week. He’ll catch up.” His mouth ran up and down her neck. Peyton moaned aloud, leaving one hand on the rail and using the other to press his head closer.

When her panties slid down her legs, Peyton kicked them aside before they tangled in her heels. The night air hit her bare backside, but the breeze was gone as soon as Liam pressed against her. Velvet-covered heat pushed at her backside as his other hand pressed against her pussy.

His fingers stroked and probed, entering her with the aggression she’d come to expect from him. Peyton closed her eyes, clenching her jaw to keep from crying out. He made that damn near impossible when he entered her with a single slow thrust.

Grabbing the rail with both hands, Peyton held on for dear life as Liam started pumping, sinking into her wet heat and then withdrawing, only to rock back before she could recover.

His strokes were short and fast. It wasn’t enough. Peyton pushed against him, trying to hold him longer, drive him deeper.

Liam’s hand came around her neck, gently holding her to him. “So impatient.”

“And you’re a tease.”

His laugh was low and dirty. Kissing her neck, he pressed deep, driving himself to the hilt inside her. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” she panted, despite the very real threat of spontaneous human combustion.

Liam made a low sound in his throat—something between a growl and a purr. “Never say I don’t give you what you want.”

He pumped harder and fasters, lingering on the spot that made her shiver. Peyton’s skin felt alive, tingling in the cool wind. The heat of Liam at her back felt decadent, but it was nothing compared to the fire he was stoking inside her. Endless waves of pleasure built. She felt so tight, so hungry. He was silk and fire, like a picture of a Djinn she had seen before—not the cute cartoon kind, but a creature of heat and dark magic. Shuddering, she reached behind herself to clutch him to her. She needed more, but she was torn because she never wanted this moment to end.

“Don’t hold back, baby,” Liam hissed in her ear. “I want to hear you scream.”

“Not-gonna-scr-scream,” she ground out, eagerly pushing back to meet his thrusts.

The feel of him was too good to believe. His thick length plundered and possessed as if he were trying to brand her.

“You will,” he promised, turning her cheek gently so he could kiss it. His mouth left a trail of heat across the sensitive skin below her ear. Peyton moaned again, giving herself over to the glorious push and pull of him.

It was like riding a storm. She could barely see straight. All she could do was feel, his strength and fire contrasting with the colder metal of the rail under her hands.

Her orgasm broke over her like a wave. She tensed, her entire body pulsing. Despite her best efforts to keep her mouth shut, she cried out, rearing backward into Liam’s embrace, trusting him to hold her upright. If he hadn’t, she would have crumpled to a little heap on the deck.

“I see someone started without me.” Peyton twisted, sporting Matthias leaning on one of the beams next to the dining table.

He was dressed more casually than she had ever seen him, in jeans and sweater. His hair was a little wet as if he’d just come from the shower. Most likely, it was from the pool. He spent a lot of time swimming lately.

Liam wrapped his arms around her, rocking her in a carefree and affectionate gesture. “I didn’t think you’d mind seeing as you’ve had her to yourself for ninety-one whole hours.”

“You counted in hours?” Peyton pulled away, making sure the hem of her dress was down where it was supposed to be before sitting on the padded bench next to the dining table.

Liam shrugged, surprising her by walking over to hug the other man. Their heads stayed close together for a murmured exchange she couldn’t hear. Then Liam laughed at something Matthias said, just before he leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

Peyton wasn’t aware she was holding her breath until her lungs protested. Matthias broke the kiss first, rubbing Liam’s shoulder and asking how the trip went.

Relaxing, she lay against the cushions, watching the two men interact without listening to their conversation. It was enough to have seen their moment.

To say that both men were handsome, or even beautiful, was too inadequate to describe the sight of the them together. They were both so different. Liam was dark, his features angular and bold as if they had been carved from granite. Matthias’ features were finer, a touch prettier, but he, too, was hard, his masculine virility just as potent and as intoxicating as his counterpart.

Liam pivoted, his eyes flaring. “You’re wearing an anal plug?”

Peyton giggled. “Oh, uh…yeah. Matthias showed me his sex toy drawer. Rather, his cabinet. It was before you left. Anyway, there was plenty of interesting things inside. Long story short, I took some of the new things for my own personal use. Surprise!”

“Damn, I should have known.” Liam seemed impressed. “I thought you felt…different. Tighter.”

“She wanted to prepare,” Matthias said, sitting next to her. “She wants to take us both at once.”

“Are we sure that’s a good idea?” Liam pursed his lips. “We’ve been doing all right as we are. I certainly don’t mind taking turns. Neither of us wants to push you into something you’re not ready for.” This last had an added edge, but it wasn’t directed at her.

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