Page 49 of Blind Attraction

He would be away a lot, which would be tough to handle when she wanted nothing more than to spend every second of the day with him. But her life seemed to be evolving. She had so many things she wanted to do and was positive the excitement of finally living would dull the loneliness of being apart. She’d never been a dependent person. Although she grew up in isolation, she’d forged her own career and made her own income.

Being separated might give them time to get to know each other without the lust which currently had them falling between the sheets at every opportunity.

“I won’t.” She smiled and Blake returned the gesture with a slight tilt of his lips. “I like him, too.”

Mitchell inhaled deeply and moved against her again, his erection sliding between the crack of her bottom. He groaned, and she blushed, her gaze still focused on Blake. She gripped the sheet tight and made sure the material covered her breasts, which now prickled with desire.

“Christ.” Blake murmured and turned his gaze to the ceiling.

Mitchell jolted and his hand pressed hard against her belly. Then he was up on one elbow, hovering over her and glaring at Blake. “What the hell are you doing in here?”

Blake scrubbed his hands down his face and groaned. “Torturing myself.”

She turned into Mitchell’s warmth and placed her hands around his neck, pulling him back down to the pillow. “He had nowhere else to sleep.” She kissed him softly on the lips.

She leaned back and took her time taking in his features, memorizing the things she hadn’t been able to see properly before. The dark stubble, the loose, sexy hair which shadowed his face, the sensuous mouth that held her attention and made her want to stay in bed all day to taste it.

Oh, boy. She’d been missing out with her lack of sight. Her memories hadn’t done him justice.

Mitchell quirked a brow and a grin tilted his lips. “You seriously fell for that?”

She frowned and peered over her shoulder at Blake who was now chuckling to himself.

“Sweetheart, this isn’t the first time he’s used that line.” Mitchell placed a kiss on her extended neck, the sensation quickly fading as she turned fully to Blake.

“That was a line?” She slapped him on the chest and appreciated the loud crack of flesh on flesh.

His laughter increased until he was holding his ribs.

“Did he use the excuse about cuddling in his sleep?”

“‘Snuggling’,” she growled, trying to keep the smile from her face. She slid her feet up the bed and maneuvered around to aim them at him.

Mitchell began to chuckle while Blake laughed so hard she could barely think. Making sure she didn’t hurt him, she gently rested her feet against the silk boxers at Blake’s hip and with all her might she pushed.

His arms flew in the air and he toppled from the bed, landing on the floor with a thud. The impact didn’t interrupt his laughter. Only made it grow.

Mitchell rubbed against her back, and the reminder of his thick erection made her squirm with pleasure. “You can pay him back,” he whispered into her ear.

The brush of his breath sent a shiver down her spine, and she swallowed before answering. “Yeah? How could I do that?”

His hand slid around her hip, over her waist and his fingers found her clit. She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes as he ground into her.

“Tease him with something he can’t have.”

The air in her lungs congealed and she let it out in a long rush. There was no mistaking the implication. She opened her eyes and found Blake kneeling on the floor, his hungry gaze making her body burst alive with a turbulent mix of apprehension and excitement.

“Alana’s too nice to tease, aren’t you Alana?” Blake’s voice held a hint of arousal, something she hadn’t heard from him before. Yes, he’d flirted with her on occasion, but this was different. This was raw and primal and thrilling.

She swallowed her nervousness and fought to sort her scattered thoughts.

“Alana may be too nice to tease, but I definitely won’t be sharing her.”

Blake turned his focus to Mitchell and raised an eyebrow. “So you’re just going to fuck her in front of me?”

Alana held back a whimper of rapture. The image of Mitchell deep inside her while Blake witnessed the intimate act made the moisture between her thighs increase. She didn’t want anyone else except Mitchell, yet having an audience made her body break out in goose bumps.

“The choice is up to Allie.”

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