Page 87 of Drawn By Dragonblood
“Tease,” Jon muttered, and Elijah flashed him a warning look.
I giggled.
Oh, I couldn’t wait to watch the explosion between them.
Tension zinged through the limo as we pulled away from the tarmac, a quiet stillness that heightened senses. The kind that made me feel like I stood on the edge of another cliff, watching the rushing wind blow the trees behind me—and I couldn’t escape its path even if I’d wanted to.
Which I definitely didn’t.
Both men’s hands continued to rest on my thighs as though claiming ownership without any hint of competition. Their hot bodies emitted the clean scent of soap with an underlying hint of the smoky fire that clung to Elijah. My mouth watered for a taste of each of them, but my heart was conflicted about who I would beg to be beneath—if I had the guts to even choose.
“You don’t have to pick one of us over the other.” Elijah’s warm breath caressed my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “No rules, remember?”
I blinked up at him. Could he read minds now?
Jon squeezed my thigh. “What he said, baby. Take what you want when you want. Him, me, doesn’t matter. Whatever makes you happy, Dakota.”
“What if it’s both of you every second of every damn day?” My question left my mouth in a rush.
He grinned. “Then I’ll skip responsibilities to please you and risk losing my new job.”
I huffed an exaggerated sigh, my insides all bubbly. “Can’t have that.”
“Guess you’ll just have to suffer in your need every day until we finish work then.” Jon’s eyes twinkled.
“Am I allowed to touch myself?” I asked, trying and failing to bite back my smile.
Elijah groaned and adjusted the bulge in his jeans, mumbling something in a growl beneath his breath.
“Of course you can touch yourself,” Jon said, sliding his hand up to cup me between the thighs, “but no coming until your juicy pussy is filled by us.”
The image of the two of them both buried in my body together, the heat of their cum mingling against my womb, sent a shudder down through me, breaking goose bumps across my skin.
Yes.
That quiet voice in my head purred with pleasure, and I was in full agreement. I couldn’t imagine the stretch, the fullness, but I wanted them together like that, even if it hurt like hell.
I hadn’t realized the limo had stopped, but the door beside Elijah opened. “We’re here,” he said, climbing from the car.
Jon opened his door, leaving me a panting, hot mess, and I scowled. By “here”, Elijah had meant Jon’s and my apartment building, which meant it was time to pack up some of our belongings for the month-long stay in the mountain while Elijah went on to the office to get some things accomplished before we joined him.
I’d have preferred to close us all inside, strip down, and beg the men to take me again, but Elijah had responsibilities to tend to—yes, on a Saturday. With the new government contract, he had his people working around the clock to fill orders.
We would only spend the one night in New York, but Elijah had asked us to stay at his penthouse with him rather than sleep separately. While we hadn’t yet shared a bed, nothing had ever sounded so good as settling between all that muscle, two warm bodies available for my pleasure before passing out blissfully sated.
“The limo will be back in an hour,” Elijah said, helping me from the car. “I’d rather stay, but I must go.”
“I know,” I whispered, unable to hide the disappointment from my voice or face.
He cupped my cheek in his warm palm, a flood of emotions pouring from his eyes as he gazed down at me. “Tonight, I promise we’ll be together again.”
My core spasmed, and I wished to beg for him to put us first. I bit my tongue and only got more aroused when Elijah gave his attention to Jon.
Neither spoke, but the look they shared? I had to fan my face.
Elijah climbed back into the limo, quickly disappearing from view.
Silent, I clung to Jon’s hand as we walked into our building, needing my husband to ground me against the feeling a part of me had been ripped away as the limo had driven off.
