Page 22 of The Forbidden Trio

“Absolutely.”

Noah got to his feet, and she reached up to squeeze his hand while he grinned down at her.

He really was beautiful, as beautiful as Paul in his own way. Despite her ranging emotions, she couldn’t help the way her body responded to him, heat swarming her system whenever he touched her.

After dinner, they lounged around the fire, drinking the cold beer Noah had brought back from town. The sky grew dark, and Paul built up the fire, the flames casting light and shadows, illuminating their faces. Yes, so gorgeous, both of them. She was the luckiest girl on earth, even if just for these few magical days.

When the beer was gone and the fire was dying down again, Noah stood up, taking Paul’s hand and dragging him to his feet.

“Time for bed, don’t you think?”

When Paul smiled, pulling Noah in for a kiss, Jessie’s body burned as their lips met.

She bit back a groan, all thought fleeing from her brain as her body filled with desire.

There would be plenty of time to think later. Right now, all she wanted was to watch.

Chapter Six

Noah’s hand went to Paul’s ass, sliding down over the rock-hard, denim-clad curve, holding him closer. Paul’s hand went into Noah’s pale hair, their mouths pressed together for a moment in a hard kiss before they pulled back, then Paul leaned in, taking Noah’s lower lip between his teeth and biting into the plush flesh.

Jessie watched, fascinated. Her blood went hot, her sex pulsing, a steady beat of desire between her thighs as she imagined their hard cocks pressed together beneath the fabric of their jeans. A small moan escaped her.

Turning to her, Paul held out his hand. “Come on, sugar.”

Smiling, she rose to her feet, and they pulled her into their embrace, one on either side of her. She felt the strength of their arms around her, the sensual heat from their muscled bodies, and let herself melt into them, her body softening all over.

“Kiss me, Jess,” Paul told her.

She tilted her chin and Paul’s mouth came down on hers, and she swore she could taste Noah on his lips. His tongue pushed into her mouth, wet and hot and so damn good she wanted to drown in the flavor. Then Noah’s hand was in her hair, stroking and tugging a little as he pulled her head back. Paul followed, keeping his lips on hers as Noah kissed her neck, a blazing trail of kisses from just below her ear to her shoulder, his tongue swirling over her heated skin. Desire was like liquid fire in her body, scalding her, making her shake all over.

“Let’s get her inside,” Noah said.

They moved into the tent and her breath caught over and over as they got undressed, desire building as each piece of clothing came off, as muscled shoulders, chest, stomachs were revealed. It was like the ultimate erotic striptease, except she knew the tease would only last so long before she got everything she wanted. That idea itself sent a new surge of lust through her, then another and another, like jolts of heat as they got out of their jeans. Then, together, they stripped her down to her panties. Need was a storm raging in her system, so powerful it left her head spinning.

Oh, God. Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God…

Naked, the two men lowered her to her knees on the ground, kneeling on either side of her. She noticed once more the contrast of their bodies, appreciating every sleek curve of muscle, their two cocks standing erect. Gorgeous. Irresistible.

“I want to watch you,” she told them. “I want to see you together.”

Paul stroked her hair from her face, a sensual grin on his handsome face. “As you wish, sugar. Hang on a sec.” He twisted to turn on the small electric lantern, illuminating the small space with pale golden light. Then, turning to her, his eyes dark and glittering, he said, “You want to see us touch each other? Give each other head? Ah, you want to see us fuck, don’t you?”

Her pussy clenched. “God, yes,” she breathed.

Noah smiled at her, stroking a finger over her shoulder, her bare breast, her hardening nipple. When he paused there to tease it, pinching and twisting lightly, she sighed with pleasure.

“Please,” she murmured.

“Please touch you? Or touch each other?” Paul asked.

“Please both?”

Paul chuckled, pleasure in his tone.

“I sure do like that about you,” Noah said. “I like that your face is so damn sweet, but once you let someone get past that, you’re this dirty girl on the inside.”

“What? I am not,” she protested, unsure as to how she should feel about that remark.

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