Page 49 of Full Mountie

This time he freezes, but yes, another nod.

I lick my lips. “So I think…we’re not even yet.”

“What do you mean?”

Hugh’s behind him, and out of focus because my eyes are locked on Lachlan’s face, but I’m pretty sure—no, completely sure—that this will be okay with him. “I haven’t seen you kiss Hugh yet. And I want to.”

“What?”

Big, dumb Mountie. Oh, how I adore him. I move closer and press against him. His hands settle on my hips, and I lean into him, pushing him off-balance. Making him take a step back. His grip on me tightens, but I push him again, smiling up at him now.

I nudge him until he bumps into Hugh, who’s moved into his path.

Then I push up onto my toes and brush my mouth against his. “Please,” I whisper. “Show me. Get me as hot as you got that night. Drive me a little crazy.”

“What are you doing?” He spears his hands into my hair. Against my belly, I feel how hard he’s getting right now. With Hugh pressed against his back and me against his front, and I want…I want… Holy moly, do I want.

I want things I can’t even name yet.

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Hugh

She’s fucking insane.

She’s also a glorious little genius. She twisted Lachlan’s comment about being even right back on him, and now he’s sandwiched between us.

Where I’ve wanted him for weeks, if I’m being honest. But this is more than I could allow myself to hope for.

And I can feel how tense Lachlan is. Every muscle tightly coiled, ready to burst away from the embrace between his lovers.

But Beth is persuasive. And sexy as hell. Over his shoulder, I watch her face. It’s all there. How much she wants to see us together. Fuck me, I don’t think she realizes what she’s asking for, but I’m game. I’ll drag them both to her bed and make them mine, over and over again.

Just when I think it’s not going to work, I feel Lachlan submit to her—and that’s a fucking jolt to my cock. His body relaxes, and he shifts back and forth on his feet, rubbing against her. And against me, too.

I stand there and take it. My hands hang loose at my sides.

When Lachlan’s fingers brush mine, his right hand reaching back and finding me blindly, I’m not sure it’s deliberate at first. He still has his gaze locked on Beth, but with his second touch, he hooks my hand and tugs me around his body. As I move, not giving him an inch of space, he squeezes my hand, his knuckles rubbing against my erection. And when I get to Beth, he switches hands and pulls me right against her back.

Now she’s in the middle, and Lachlan finally looks at me again.

“You heard her,” he says roughly. “You up for some show and tell?”

Beth turns halfway towards me, turning us into a tight triangle of fascination, voyeurism, and terrible ideas.

Doesn’t change the fact that yeah, I’m fucking up for it. I slide my left hand over her back, and my right hand up his flexing biceps and onto his shoulder.

His mouth is red and swollen from kissing her. His lips part, glinting wet as his tongue swipes against the inside of his lower lip. Will he taste like Beth?

His hand fists in my shirt, pulling me in, and his eyes do that glassy, horny thing they usually do when we’re about to kiss.

This isn’t our first rodeo.

It’s just the first time—ever—we’ve had an audience.

I guess he’s done processing that fact in his head, because he closes the distance between us smoothly and fits his lips against mine, a hard, familiar press of his mouth.

He draws me in, sucking on my lower lip as he lines up our bodies in that way he likes. We’re not flush against each other because we’re holding on to Beth, too, but our hips are locked on my right and he releases his hold on my shirt to find my ass and curve his fingers around the right cheek.

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