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She followed his directions as he lowered his head once again, taking Luca deep into his mouth. Neither man was small, their dicks quite impressive, skirting the line between the top range of normal and OMG-that’s-huge. Not that Luca’s girth was holding Conor back.
Harper continued stroking the spot Conor had shown her, loving that her intelligent, straitlaced guy had called it by the anatomically correct name instead of just saying it was the taint.
Conor showed no mercy for Luca, taking him all the way to the back of his throat in the next rough thrust. His nose brushed Luca’s stomach, as Luca’s body grew slick with perspiration.
“I don’t think…I can hold off…too…much…” Luca reached out, taking a handful of Harper’s hair in his hand, his grip tightening to a stinging pain that sent an electrical zap straight from her scalp to her pussy. He’d discovered her love of hair-pulling right out of the gate, and the clever bastard had used it effectively ever since. The fact that even now, as he was on the verge of his own climax, he was thinking of her, of ensuring she was a part of this, sank deep under her skin, finding its way into her heart until a word popped out.
Love.
She was falling in love.
With both of them.
That wasn’t an emotion she had a lot of experience with. She’d thought herself in love before, but when she looked back on those shitty relationships, she realized it was just another way supermodel Harper had been playing a part, taking on the role of devoted girlfriend because she thought that was what she was supposed to be.
She knew without a shadow of a doubt that she’d never been in love until now, and the sheer impact of that knowledge left her blinking rapidly to hold back her happy tears, determined not to distract her men from the incredible moment they were sharing, not just with each other but with her as well.
Harper moved back, wanting a better view of their faces. “Finish it,” she whispered into Conor’s ear, and he moaned around Luca’s cock, wasting no time doing exactly that.
Luca didn’t last another thirty seconds, his eyes clenched in a pleasure that looked like it hurt, his body going stiff for just a moment before turning boneless.
Conor swallowed, giving Luca one last stroke before lifting his head, looking a bit like a man possessed. Without missing a beat, he pushed Harper to her back on the bearskin rug, caging her beneath him. The blow job had turned him on as much as her, his cock thicker, harder than she’d ever seen it.
She opened her legs and lifted them, using her ankles and calves to pull him toward her. The head of his dick brushed her pussy. She was so ready, she was surprised when he froze.
“Condom,” he murmured.
She knew he wasn’t wearing one. She didn’t care. “I get the birth control shot.”
The look Conor gave her was one of pure wonder, and from the corner of her eye, she saw Luca leaning forward, his gaze locked on them.
Conor thrust inside her in one long, deep push—and then he took her with a hunger and a passion she couldn’t believe existed.
Luca joined them on the floor, kneeling next to them, his hand cupping one of her breasts, teasing and pinching the nipple, finding a way to give her a tiny bit of pain that lit up of every nerve ending in her body. She came far too quickly, taking Conor with her, the two of them riding the wave all the way to the shore together.
When she opened her eyes, she saw both men—her men—looking down at her.
It was on the tip of her tongue to tell them she loved them; the feeling so strong she felt as if she could explode from the pressure of it.
And though she saw that same emotion reflected in Luca’s eyes, it was Conor’s gaze that kept her silent.
Because while she was ready to say the words, there was something sad, something distant in his eyes that told her Conor wasn’t ready to hear them.
Chapter Eleven
Luca stretched but made no move to leave the bed. He’d never literally spent an entire day in bed, but it was starting to look like that was all he, Harper, and Conor were going to manage today.
Of course, he wasn’t complaining about that. Right now, his lovers—his boyfriend and girlfriend, as he was starting to think of them—were dozing next to him, Harper’s head pillowed on Conor’s chest, her bare ass pressed against Luca’s thigh.
Life was good.
Really fucking good.
Luca grinned to himself as he recalled Conor’s blow job last night.
Jesus. He loved blow jobs, always a big fan, but there was something about getting one from a guy, from someone with a working knowledge of the equipment, that took it to the next level.
Not that Harper hadn’t added her own fuel to the fire, following Conor’s directions, finding extra ways to ensure he blew his load quicker than he ever had before.
