Page 30 of Between the Stacks

“Lyra,” Lowe said, while he continued to devour me. “Scott said you had a question for me.”

I gaped. “I... I...” Traitor. I cut my gaze to Scott, who snickered from behind Lowe. Pay backs were a bitch. Lowering my gaze, I focused on my hands. “Did you know about Jonesy?”

“And you?” Lowe chuckled softly. “Who do you think gave him the idea?”

Shock jolted me. “I thought you were sleeping still. I didn’t know...”

Lowe held up his hand. “Jonesy and I are best friends. We talk about everything, and he wanted to wake you up.”

Well, he’d successfully done that. “Oh.”

“That’s not her only question,” Scott prodded. “Right, Lyra?”

Yep, kill him. “You’re an asshole. He probably has better things to do than fulfill some stupid request from me.”

“Try me,” Lowe said. “It’s obvious from here you and Scott had some kind of plan.”

I took a fortifying breath, holding it for ten seconds before I said, “Would you join us?”

A hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Join you how? Watching or joining you?”

“Whatever you prefer?” I replied, unsure if he’d even agree.

“What will you give me if I want to participate?” He stepped closer to me while Scott stayed at Lowe’s back, watching me.

“Wh-What do you want?” I gulped.

He stopped in front of me and tipped my chin up. “You. I want you, Lyra. Is that so hard to believe?”

“I mean...” I picked at the cuticle of my thumb. Cole said something about a pamper day before we started shooting. Nails, hair, and makeup. The whole deal. Scott added he’d take me lingerie shopping as long as I promised to put on a fashion show for him. “YouhaveJonesy.” I ran my words together, ashamed of the longing within me. It was greedy. Four men. This sort of insta-relationship. Who did that?

Lowe chuckled. “Are you jealous?”

No. Not even close. “Maybe a bit disappointed. You have to know how hot you are.”

“Now, now,” he whispered. “All you have to do is tell me.” He cupped my cheek grazing his thumb along the line of my jaw. “I wouldn’t have encouraged you to stick around if I didn’t wantyou here. Or had the boys not been so damn intrigued by you. Then I met you...” He bent his head, rubbing his lips against mine before settling in for a scorching kiss. Where Cole tempted me and Jonesy imprinted on me, Lowe, set me ablaze. Being kissed by him was like pouring an accelerant onto the embers of a fire.

Simply put, I burned for him.

Lowe eased away, breaking the kiss and groaned. “You blush in the most amazing shade of pink. I want to see how far down it goes.”

Heat suffused my cheeks. I bit my lip to keep from saying something stupid, which wasn’t hard to do around them. It was like they flipped the reset button in my brain, and I couldn’t string two words together properly. “Uh...” Overwhelmed, I looked to Scott, who didn’t seem to interfere, instead he watched and waited until I called for him.

Lowe’s fingertips grazed my hip as the warmth of his hand glided upward. “Tell us what you want, Lyra.” He placed his hand between my breasts, like he wanted to feel that connection between us and the beat of my heart. It was the single most intimate thing I’d ever experienced. No one spoke. No one moved. The longer his palm stayed in place the warmer my flesh became.

“Both of you,” I murmured. “Please.”

Lowe’s slow, sinful grin illuminated his features. He was that predator I’d witnessed with Jonesy. The control freak as Scott called it. He removed my shirt and instantly my nipples hardened under their gazes. If I thought my time with Jonesy and Cole was amazing, I had a feeling Scott and Lowe would ruin me for the rest of my life.

Not that I was complaining.

They could leave me rode hard and hung up wet, and I’d still come back for more.

Lyra

I hadn’t prepared properlyfor this moment.

As much as I might like to say, I understood the consequences of agreeing to whatever this was growing between us. I didn’t know how to process their merciless hunger. While Scott attacked my nipples with his sinful mouth, Lowe placed kisses along my stomach, sliding lower with each brush of his mouth.

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