Page 51 of Full Mountie

Need punches hard in my gut. I know what he just asked her. And no, not yet.

He lifts his head and locks his gaze on my face. The roll of emotions there is like a one-two punch. He’s relieved I haven’t fucked her yet. Like dick-in-pussy is some magic claim. I’ve fucked with her mind and made her scream my name. She’s mine just as much as his.

But his eyes are liquid pools of want, too, and I know it’s not simple. He’s selfish about her. I can’t blame him too much for that—he’d convinced himself she was off-limits.

When she—and maybe I—pushed him to admit what he wanted, then he reallywanted. He’s desperate to claim her.

And it’s not like I’m looking for the same thing.

He can be as possessive as he wants. It won’t change what we do. No. The look on Beth’s face promises that much.

I begin to unbutton my shirt. Her eyes follow the trail of my fingers. When I get to my belt, she pulls away from Lachlan and moves to help me. I don’t look at him. I don’t need to. I know he’ll be right behind her.

21

Lachlan

My brain is firingin a million directions.

Misfiring, really.

The two people I’ve wanted more than anything else in the world—at different times, for different reasons, but still…these two people—are touching each other. For me. In front of me. Beth’s hands are on Hugh, and he’s moving her towards the couch. She does a backward side-step around an end table and they share a private laugh about something I can’t hear because blood is rushing, pounding in my ears.

His shirt is off now and she leans in, brushing her lips over his chest. Maybe one of his tattoos. I could give her a tour of his ink—what’s old, what’s new. I know the story behind most of the designs.

I know what his skin tastes like. My mouth waters as I follow them, circling around so I’m behind Beth again. I’ve learned the delicate taste of her skin, too.

She glances at me over her shoulder, her eyes full to the brim with questions.Is this okay? Is this hot? Do you want to join?

Yes, yes, hell yes.

I can feel Hugh looking at me, too. His questions as loud as day.Where’d your jealousy go? Want to get your head on straight before you hurt her?

We need to talk. In the back of my head, a bunch of stuff is pinging around. Polyamorous guidelines, how to have healthy open relationships…and none of it is coming out of my mouth.

Instead, when I finally part my lips, a guttural plea slides out. “Kiss again.” I clear my throat. “I didn’t…couldn’t see…last time.” Need pounds through me. It turns my blood into fire and stretches my jeans tight. My hands swing loose at my sides, itching to grab them both.

I grab myself instead. First my hips, planting my hands hard there. But as Hugh threads his fingers into Beth’s hair and holds her still so he can take her mouth, I give in to my deep, dark perverted side, and cup my cock through my jeans. It’s so hard it hurts, and just that touch alone is enough to crowd any thoughts about right and wrong and rules and common sense out of my head.

Their kiss is intimate and private, but I don’t feel excluded. I move closer, shifting around them again so I can watch from the side. Seeing their lips brush back and forth…flashes of tongue and teeth, cheeks tugging back into unconscious smiles as they parry back and forth…that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Mmm,” Beth whimpers. I lean in. I don’t want to miss a single sound she makes. “I need…”

“I know,” Hugh murmurs.

He’s so gentle with her. I can’t get over the difference. Where’s the man who holds me down and takes what he wants?

He kisses her again. “He’s right behind you.”

Me. She’s talking about me, and he knows it. That’s heady. He turns her around and gives her a nudge, pushing her into my arms.

We fall into one another, kissing and clawing at each other’s clothes until we’re both stripped down on top, just like Hugh. Her breasts overflow my hands as Hugh unhooks her bra, then his hands bump into mine.

He cups her from behind, freeing my fingers to tug and play with her nipples until her eyes are glassy and her head is thrown back against Hugh’s shoulder.

We’ve never shared a woman before, but I know we’re going to tonight. All the parts are moving in that direction, click click click, like a tumbler lock. Insert Beth and the pins slide effortlessly into place.

I duck my head, but I’m too big, too tall to worship her breasts while I’m standing. I move to fall to my knees, but Hugh clamps a hand around my biceps and stops me. “Hang on,” he rasps. He sounds just as affected as I am, but when I meet his gaze, his eyes are sharper than mine feel. “We need to be sure we’re all on the same page. This wasn’t the plan for tonight.”

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