“Don’t mind me for now.” Ben settled back into the chair, his eyes hooded but clearly focused on Dorrie.
Ian and Ben had grown up in the same house together and had shared a room from the time Ian was ten and Ben was seven. They’d talked back then, about everything. Ben had been chasing women since he was twelve. And catching them since he was thirteen. He’d developed a reputation among their friends for being shameless in his pursuit of pleasure. And for having tastes that were outside the norm.
One of those was watching.
Ian had never been in the situation where someone watched him have sex. But Ben wasn’t watching him. He was watching Dorrie.
That he understood. He’d do the same if he was watching Ben and Dorrie. But he had to make sure she was still with them.
He made sure she was looking directly at him when he spoke. “Are you with us?”
She sucked in a short, sharp breath. “Yes.”
He leaned down until his lips were only centimeters from hers. “Then maybe you want to hold on.”
He sealed their lips together again before she was able to respond with words. Not that she needed them. Her actions spoke for themselves.
With her arms free of the dress, she wrapped them around his shoulders and clung as he kissed her, pressing her head into the cushion with the force. His grip on his restraint was slipping. He knew he should worry about that, knew it was dangerous. Not to Dorrie. He’d never allow himself to hurt her physically.
No, you’ll just hurt her emotionally.
He’d already done that. Now he’d make it up to her, make her come so hard she’d forget.
As she kissed him back with a sweetness that seemed almost innocent, he wiped his brain of anything that didn’t have to do with making love to Dorrie.
Cradled between her legs, he felt her heat seep through his clothes, felt her body soften against his while her arms, strong and supple, tightened around his shoulders.
With her dress already down around her waist, he wanted to feel her skin against his. As if she’d read his mind, her fingers scrabbled at his back, gripping his t-shirt and tugging it up. Lifting his head, he let her pull it off. But when he went to kiss her again, she put one hand on his chest.
Her gaze dropped to his chest, and the tension that’d been building in his gut tripled.
He couldn’t remember ever being looked at like this by a woman. Like he must look when he stared at her. Then her hand moved, stroking down. Until her fingers brushed against the darker hair on his abdomen.
His abs tightened as he thought about that hand traveling even lower. Slipping beneath his jeans to wrap around his cock.
Before she could read his mind again, Ian grabbed her hand and pinned it by her head on the cushion.
“Ben doesn’t want to watch you get me off. He wants to watch you fall apart. We’re going to give him his money’s worth. And then I’m going to take you. And then I’m going to give you to Ben.”
She shuddered, whether at his words or the fact that he’d put his hand on her breast again, he didn’t know. What he did know was that he wasn’t taking his hands off her any time soon.
Not unless she asked.
“I need to hear you say it again, Dorrie. Say yes. Or say no and I’ll leave and Ben can take you home or you can continue your nice, safe date.”
Her eyes snapped open and latched on to his. He suppressed the smile that wanted to form at her slight scowl.
“You don’t know me well enough to know what I’m afraid of.” Her eyebrows lifted and he had to bite back a groan at the determination in her expression. “Yes.”
He’d given her every out he could think of and he was so fucking glad she hadn’t taken one.
So he took her at her word.
Dorrie had wondered if Ian was trying to find a way out, to push at her until she walked away.
But there was no way in hell she was walking away. She understood that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. A moment stolen out of time. And she was grabbing hold with both hands.
And apparently, she’d need both hands tonight because, oh my god, both Ben and Ian looked at her with the same heat in their eyes.