Page 13 of Stolen Faith

When Rowan finally released him, Brennon drew in a gasping breath, searching for the air he didn’t know he’d been lacking, reeling from the embrace.

Rowan, however, was made of sterner stuff because he lost no time turning to Izabel, to their fiancée, and giving her the same passionate, hungry—no, starving—kiss.

As he watched them, Brennon became aware that he’d been too passive with Rowan, so overwhelmed that he’d taken more than given.

Izabel’s response drove home just how much he’d missed out on by not rising to the challenge. His future spouses held nothing back as they consumed each other in a fiery kiss.

When they parted, Izabel’s lips were red, kiss-swollen.

Brennon suspected none of them had planned for things to progress quite this far, but the idea of walking away now felt impossible.

“So,” he drawled. “Spend a few more days playing those get-to-know-you games or start the honeymoon a month early?”

“Honeymoon.”

Brennon might have laughed at Rowan’s immediate response, but it was preceded by an honest-to-God growl that warned him Rowan would be a demanding lover. Brennon’s cock had been hard since Rowan pulled that cube of ice from the silly penguin bucket, but it thickened even more in the face of Rowan’s desire.

“Honeymoon,” Brennon said, casting his vote. As one, he and Rowan turned to Izabel, who graced them with a smile that was pure seductress.

“Honeymoon.”

Chapter Four

Rowan moved the coffee table out of the way, then dropped to his knees.

Brennon had led Izabel back to the couch, the two of them resuming their previous seats, and without a moment’s hesitation, Rowan knelt in front of her. It shouldn’t have been as deliciously…threatening…as it was.

“Decisive,” Brennon whispered.

Rowan’s gaze was pure sin when he looked at Brennon. “You said something about teasing her?”

She had no idea exactly what it was about Rowan’s voice that was so fucking sexy. Perhaps it was the way it dropped an octave when he was aroused or the gruff bear-like tone that left no one in question of who was in control. She was by no means a submissive lover, but something told her Rowan might make her change her tune.

Izabel looked down at him as he reached under her skirts, gripping her ankles. She made a happy humming sound as he kneaded his hands up her calves.

Brennon swiped a thumb over the tip of her breast again as Izabel dragged him down for another kiss. Rowan raised her skirt to her knees, then ducked under them.

Izabel shivered as Rowan kissed the inside of each of her knees. He was teasing her, something she wouldn’t have expected from her too-serious soldier.

She spread her legs a little wider, hoping he’d take the hint.

He didn’t. Instead, he kneaded her calves and kissed the top of each knee.

So the game was afoot.

Izabel tried to hook one leg over his shoulder, attempting to use her limbs to speed things up. Her attempt failed as Rowan grabbed her ankles and forced her feet to the floor.

“Rowan.” She strained against his hold, but he easily held her in place.

Brennon kissed the shell of her ear. “What’s he doing to you?” Brennon asked, just before sucking her earlobe into his mouth.

Rowan had acted like he was about to dive face-first into her pussy, but now he was being slow and gentle, stroking and kissing her legs.

“Not giving me what I need.” Izabel looked at Brennon, hoping to spur him to get to the good stuff up top.

His lips slid along the side of her neck and that touch paired with Rowan’s tongue teasing her inner thighs had her pussy clenching hungrily.

“What you need or what you want?” Brennon whispered.

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