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“The balcony, I mean.” I look away. I wet my lips and stare at it, battling back my demons. I fucking want this with her. I need to prove to myself that I can handle this and not hurt her. My mind starts to slip, a vision of that awful day racing through my head.No! Just fucking no!I push the dark thoughts away, focusing on Lennon again.
“Mase, I’m fine. I trust you. You never have to worry about that. I told you that earlier, and I'll keep telling you until you can believe me.You’reokay? Because we can stop.”
“No,” I whisper raggedly. With my heart jackhammering away inside my aching chest, I pull her up flush against my body, and as if she knew what I needed from her, she twists herself to an angle where I can kiss her. Completely upright, I ravage her mouth, carefully easing in and out of her while one hand slips down to find her clit and the other plays with her breasts. I’ve never felt so connected to her. Like I could share every dark demon in my head, and she wouldn’t run. On a downstroke, I pull out, spin her around to face me, and back her up to the wall next to the open door. I lift her, letting her legs wrap around my waist before I align my cock with her drenched pussy and slide back inside her body. We both let out muffled groans of satisfaction.
If anyone looks up from the pool area, they’ll get quite a fucking eyeful, but I don’t care. I really don’t. I needed this, and I think she did, too.
She’s panting and clutching at my shoulders while my face is buried at her neck. I’m sucking hard enough to leave a mark, which is exactly what I fucking intend, when it becomes obvious from the throat that clears nearby that someone else has joined us. I pause and look up to find Duke watching with interest. We must have been really into it because one glance at Lennon tells me she’s as surprised as I am to find him there.
When Lennon and I burst into the office earlier, both the way he’d grabbed usandthe worry in his muttered“Thank fuck” hadn’t left any question as to his true feelings. But I do know he and Lennon haven’t really had a chance to figure things out after the Stella Bella debacle, so… yeah. I don’t know how to handle this.
Duke scrapes his teeth over his lip, staring, like he so badly wants to say something, but doesn’t know how to start. And Lennon, her eyes have cast down, and a rough swallow works down her throat.
I roll my eyes, unsure if I need to be in the middle of this, but I sort of literally am. “Where’s Bear?”
Duke scrubs a hand down his face. “Be up in a few. Was seeing the officers out.” His focus moves back to Lennon, and I try in my head to see what he’s seeing. The wild cascade of hair around her shoulders and breasts. Her sundress both pulled up and down. The pink stain on her cheeks and her fucking gorgeous swollen lips. “Stella Bella,” he whispers, but then his features fall, realizing what he said.
Lennon’s eyes flick up to meet his. She holds out a hand to him. “You can call me that now that I know what it means to you.”
He takes her hand, coming in close to us then pressing his lips to the backs of her fingers. “I know we need to talk, but right now, if I don’t have my hands on both of you, I’m afraid I’m either going to fall apart or go out and do some really terrible things.” He draws in a ragged breath. “I need to be with you right now. Those cops showing up did a fucking number on me.”
It’s true. I’d seen the naked fear in his eyes when we’d walked in the door.
Lennon stares steadily at Duke before she lets go of his hand and tugs him closer by the neck, offering her mouth up for him.
He takes full advantage, eyes crashing shut and lips connecting with hers. My dick twitches inside her because, hot damn, the only thing better than Lennon or Duke kissing me is the two of them kissing each other while connected to me.
When they finally come up for air, I gesture with my head that we should go inside.
Duke doesn’t question it, but Lennon looks up at me, confusion in her eyes, but there’s something else there, too. Curiosity. And lust.
As I come back inside with Lennon in my arms and still riding my dick, I meet Duke’s gaze. “Get the lube outta my drawer.”
TWENTY-FIVE
DUKE
My head goesa little hazy as I search Mason’s nightstand drawer, because I have an idea what he wants to do… and, oh my fucking god am I interested. The thought of the two of us inside Lennon at once is more than enough to make my dick stand up at attention. I toss the bottle on the edge of the bed and return to the two of them. He has a hand on each of her ass cheeks and is helping her work up and down his cock. Lennon lets out breathy little noises every time she sinks down onto him, and it’s actually rather impressive that he’s able to stand there without any support and let her bounce on his dick like that. I shudder as a jolt of desire moves swiftly through me.
Grasping my shirt at the back of my neck, I peel out of it one motion. Mase’s eyes connect with mine before giving her earlobe one final suck. He gives me a little wink and pointedly focuses his gaze on my crotch. He raises a brow, as if he’s waiting, so I unfasten my pants and pull my dick out. It aches with need—for both of them. The lust shooting through my body is uncontrollable. Dizzying. My eyes pin on Mason’s gaze as I thrust my thick veiny cock into my fist, giving myself a subtle squeeze at the head. I let my heart thud in my chest for several beats and drag in one breath after another in an attempt to steady myself. Are we really going to try this?
Mason’s brows draw together, and he gives me a nod.Yes. Yes, we are.Coming in close, I put a hand on Lennon’s waist and sweep her hair away from her neck. I want my mouth on the same place Mason’s was when I first encountered them. Want to claim them both.
Lennon’s breath shudders out. “Please.”
“What do you need, Lennon?” My voice is all raspy and rough in a way that probably betrays the fact that I’m turned on as all hell, but I don’t care if they know it. I slip my hand under Lennon’s squirming ass where she’s taking Mason’s long, thick cock so fucking well. My fingers slide effortlessly through her arousal. They moan in a sexy symphony as I take my time caressing both of them where his dick pumps in and out of her.Ah, fuck.She’s still wearing her thong. Mason must have opted to pull it aside in his anxiousness to get inside her. I can’t really blame him.
“Oh god,” she groans, writhing against my fingers. “That. Keep doing that.” She’s so fucking wet and aroused, I don’t think she’ll object to anything we want to do with her.
Mason’s eyes are dilated so much they are nearly black with desire. He watches as I lick and nip at Lennon’s neck, and every time my fingers encounter his dick, his chest jerks, and he holds his breath. Lennon, though, relaxes between us, experimentally leaning back against my chest, giving Mason enough room to duck his head and take one of her nipples into his mouth. Watching him sucking on her, the way he leaves her pebbled skin wet and glistening, it does something to me.
“Fuck, Mase,” Lennon cries out, as he switches to her other tit and greedily begins tormenting her all over again.
She’s coming apart at the seams already, so I gather the slick wetness coating my fingers and slide them back to her ass. A startled breath leaves her, and she jerks in response to the way I touch her, slowly circling the puckered skin, as she continues to work Mason’s cock.
“You got her?” I catch Mason’s eye, and he lets go of her nipple with a wet pop, pulling her close to capture her lips. He groans into her mouth and swipes his tongue inside, never closing his eyes as he teases her with the fiery kiss because he wants to be aware of every move I make.
It’s now or never. I snatch the lube off the bed, flip the cap open, and squirt some onto my fingers. Working it over my dick, I just barely stop the hedonistic groan from ripping out of my throat. “Lennon, you remember what we talked about? How good it felt to have my finger in your ass while I fucked you?” I add more lube to my fingers before tossing the bottle aside.
