Page 70 of Happenstance
Lana’s breath hitched when Luke’s fingers wrapped around the hem of his shirt as he peeled the fabric over his head.
“Parker?” Her eyes snapped up to me, searching for comfort. I fucking loved the way she looked. How in her most awkward moments, she came to me.
“Shhh,” I whispered, tipping her chin back to Luke. “Look at him.” A shuddered gasp left her lips as Luke’s fingers moved down to his belt. Deftly unbuckling the leather and allowing him to flick open the button on his jeans.
“Watch how his muscles twitch in anticipation. Feel the lust in his eyes.” I pushed my hand down her skirt to finger her pussy and groaned at the wetness coating my skin. “See how hard you make him.”
The other man’s pants were off now, giving us a nice view of the large tent in his boxer briefs. Underneath that fabric was a nice thick shaft. Hard, and aching to go. Lana moaned out my name and dropped her head back. I’d never make my angel do something she didn’t want to do. The second I saw her face twisted in pleasure, I knew she might be hesitant, maybe a little afraid, but she wanted it as much as I did.
I gave Luke a look. The same one that all men in this position understood. A simple tip of the brow that meant it’s go time. He stepped in and pressed his lips down onto hers, taking over her pleasure as I pulled off the constricting fabric of my clothes.
Once I was done, we worked on Lana. Needy hands tearing away her shirt and skirt to bare the supple flesh underneath. Soon we were three bodies pressed together in a heady cloud of heavy desire. I grabbed the base of my cock and thrust into her from behind. Heat enveloped my shaft, sending a tingle up my spine. My angel gasped, pussy fluttering as she clung onto Luke’s shoulder to steady herself.
“Fuck,” I groaned, looking for a better place to do this. I wanted to watch her touch him. See his hands and tongue slide all over her body, and that shit wasn’t going to happen standing in the middle of the kitchen.
Luke must’ve read my mind, because he tipped his chin at the two seated lounge chairs in the corner by the back door. Within seconds we were over there. Me laying back as my girl bounced on my cock, while Luke’s fingers toyed with her clit. I watched my shaft, glistening with her juices, disappear into her tight channel, and glanced up to Luke’s hand buried in her hair. My dick twitched at the way his mouth worked her. Lips swollen and wet, while their tongues tangled.
He climbed on the lounger with his, hot balls brushing against my skin as he straddled my legs with her and growled in her mouth, “You taste fucking delicious.”
Fuck yeah she did. But what did he taste like?
I sat up, speared my fingers in his thick hair, and tore his mouth off hers, bringing it to mine. Lana’s arm flew up, wrapping around my neck as her hips rolled. Her other hand slid down his chest, fingers skittering across his skin and down to his cock, making Luke groan in my mouth and me to deepen the kiss. Tongues swirling and teeth clacking in a fight for male dominance neither one of us was ready to give up.
But I’d played this game before. I knew how to control, not only my woman, but a man as well. I reached down, fingering my girl’s clit until she was screaming and gushing hard all over my cock. Luke barely had time to appreciate the sticky mess my girl made, before I glided my hand over the glorious firmness of his ass and pushed a finger inside.
To my surprise, he sunk into it. Pushing back when I forced in another finger while sliding his hand down my side. Had he done this before? My question was soon answered. Luke lifted Lana off my dick and shuffled up to take her place. Her heated gaze stared down at me. Watching my eyes roll into the back of my head as he slowly sank down on my shaft, forcing my cock past his tight ring of muscles with a masculine grunt.
I fell back in the lounger, pulling my girl with me and nuzzling her neck. Her sweet scent, the salty taste of her hot skin, along with the tight grip of Luke’s ass was pure ecstasy. Then the familiar sound of a foil packet being torn open peaked my ears, and Lana was pulled back, slammed hard on the other man’s cock, and I damn near came.
Luke’s hips rocked back and forth, fucking both Lana and I at the same time. The look on her face as her fingers dug into my skin, was better than any drug. The intoxicating blend of pleasure and confusion. The way her wet lips parted with each gasp and moan. That’s all I wanted to see before I died. My girl, happy, pleasured, and carefree.
I cupped her face and pulled her down to me, enjoying the way her garbled groans warmed my face. “I love you. baby.”
“I love you too,” she said, placing the sweetest kiss on my lips.
I smiled up at her. My beautiful sweet angel. “Come for me.”
And she did. Hard and fast. Followed by Luke, and then me.
We laid there for a bit, breaths mingling as I gently stroked my girl’s back, but eventually Luke got up and gathered his clothes. Without a word, he got dressed, nodded at me, and left. I appreciated that. His simple understanding that this was my time with my girl and his presence was interfering with that. Physical attraction was one thing. Anyone could fuck. The emotional bond I had with the woman I loved… That was sacred and deserved to be nurtured. Which was exactly what I planned to do. Every damn day of my life.
“Come on, baby,” I said, scooping my angel up and carrying her up the stairs. “Let’s take a bath.”
Chapter 24
Lana
Isat in the warm water, sucking in the vanilla scent of the bubbles, and tried to sort out my mind. Parker sat behind me, carefully scrubbing a loofa over my skin. Each tender stroke reminding me that I’d just had sex. With two men. Guilt prevented me from melting back into him. I could still feel Luke’s hands on me, and his thickness filling me up, while I stared into Parker’s eyes.
My husband’s eyes.
Did he hate me? I said I loved him, and I did. But who did that to someone they loved? He must hate me.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered quietly.
“For what?”
He didn’t even stop. Parker’s fingers continued to glide over my skin, washing away the sweat and grime. But nothing he could do, would cleanse my soul.
