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“You heard me. ” His hand stroked to her thigh. “Do I take your lips and plunge my tongue into your mouth, Terrie, or do I push it as deep and as hard up your pussy as I can, and suck all that sweet cream into my mouth? Deciding is a bitch. ”
Her mouth opened, her thighs tensed. He watched as she fought to breathe, to draw in air to counter the arousal he saw surging in her gaze. He parted her thighs then, his cock jerking at the sight of the damp spot on the silk of her panties. His gaze rose back to hers.
“Do you want that, Terrie? My mouth buried in your cunt, my tongue fucking you to orgasm?” Her thighs opened farther as a strangled moan whispered past her throat.
“Please,” she whispered, and his cock surged in joy then throbbed in disappointment as he gently closed her thighs.
“Remind me when you’re sober, Terrie. ” He stood to his feet, staring down at her shocked expression. “I won’t fuck you drunk. Sober up, then call me. But don’t be surprised if you find out exactly why Sax was at that wedding, and what he’s most likely doing right now to your friend’s climaxing body. You won’t play with me, Terrie,” he warned her softly.
He turned and left the room, then the house. If he didn’t, he knew he would fuck her, knew he would drive his cock so deep and hard inside her she would scream for her orgasm. And he couldn’t. Not yet. She hadn’t seduced him; she didn’t want it enough. When she did, well then—he grinned—then he would give her everything he had ever dreamed she could take.
Chapter One
Remind me when you’re sober, Terrie. The words echoed through her head. You won’t play with me, Terrie.
She pushed her fingers restlessly through her red hair as she paced the house. He had left hours before, and she was sober, but she couldn’t find the nerve to pick up that damned phone. She was terrified.
You think I’m bad, her dead husband’s sneering voice echoed around her. I should give you a taste of Jesse, Terrie. Let him share you a time or two with his buddies. Maybe then you would appreciate me more. She shuddered. She appreciated Thomas more dead.
She shook her head as she moved into the small kitchen. She was free of one Wyman and now looking at another. Was she insane? And what was worse, she was looking at Jesse. The same Jesse who had fucked her best friend’s daughter. The same Jesse who had been her friend for the last three years. She shuddered as the thought repeated itself. She had to be crazy.
Jesse was part of a very select group of men. Tess, Ella’s daughter was married to one of them: Cole, Jesse’s best friend. Ella had walked into her ex-husband’s home to find her daughter held between Jesse and Cole in the final throes of an intense ménage.
Terrie had known for years that Jesse was part of this group. There were eight of them. Intensely dominate, charismatic men whose lusts knew few bounds. One of their greater demands was the ménage. The complete surrender and submission of their lovers to the pleasures they could bring them.
Ella, it seemed, had finally given in as well. Tess’s mother had been outraged, furious when she thought Jesse was actually his twin, James, fucking her daughter. She had nearly driven herself crazy with the pain. Loving one of those men was hell. Terrie knew this well.
Thankfully, James had grown tired of the wait and went after Ella in a way that left her little desire to fight him. Sax had been James’s choice for the final sexual obstacle in his path with Ella.
Terrie sighed bleakly. First Tess and now Ella. The two people who meant the most to her had stepped into a relationship that inhabited only Terrie’s darkest, most lust-filled dreams. The very thing that had driven her from accepting Jesse’s attentions years before in favor of what she saw as the safer brother.
Terrie moved from the kitchen to the back deck, sitting in the chair swing as she stared out into the slowly darkening evening. Her body was on fire. She knew what Jesse was. Knew his desires and what he liked. She couldn’t help but know. Thomas had been quite explicit in his description of them.
She curled her legs beneath her as the chair swayed softly with her weight. The soothing rhythm normally eased her stress, but tonight it seemed to only provoke it. The soft back and forth sway made her cunt clench with the thought of Jesse moving between her thighs, his cock thrusting into her hungry pussy with the same slow, steady movement.
She had sworn she would never allow herself to be shared, to be used by the man she loved. She remembered when Thomas first gleefully announced his brother’s preferences as Jesse sat at their dinner table. Not that Terrie hadn’t already been aware of them.
Terrie had been mortified by his drunken announcement, and more than shocked as Jesse sat back in his chair with that sardonic twist to his mouth and asked Thomas if he was trying to scare Terrie, or convince her to join in. It was then she learned that Thomas, too, had been part of the lifestyle Jesse enjoyed. Until he had married her.
She sighed wearily. Reliving the mistake her marriage had been wasn’t going to help her. Jesse was her problem now, not Thomas. And Jesse and his brother were like night and day. Of course, she had known that when she married Thomas. It was her fault. She had married what she considered a safer alternative. And had learned better, nearly at the expense of her sanity.
But none of that solved her present problem. That problem being Jesse Wyman and his incredible stubbornness. Call him when she sobered up. She snorted. She hadn’t been that drunk. She wasn’t so stupid she didn’t know Sax was joining Ella and James on their wedding night, either. Ella had confided that piece of news to her already.
God. Could she do it? Her pussy pulsed at the thought but all her previous beliefs screamed out in rejection of the idea. She knew Jesse would never go to another woman. Terrie had been with Ella when Tess imparted that information. The men wanted no one else. What they wanted was to see the women experience the pleasure of two men worshipping their bodies, glorying in their arousal.
Tess was more than happy with her marriage to Cole. Terrie’s hands clenched in jealousy as she thought of the other woman. How many times had Jesse been in Tess’s bed in the past year? How many times had he fucked her as Terrie lay aroused, dreaming of his touch. Touching herself because Jesse hadn’t been there to touch her.
God, she was demented. She had lost any claim to sanity. Or had she?
She groaned at the futility of her own argument. It didn’t matter, because fact was fact. There was no way in hell she could ask Jesse to fuck her with another man. There was no way she could seduce him…
So you’re Jesse’s lady. One of the men at the wedding had said as he had approached her. I can see why he’s dropped out of circulation now.
Jesse had moved in then, steering her away from the grinning blonde who watched her with wicked green eyes. What had his name been? She frowned as she tried to remember. Lucian. Wasn’t it Lucian? He didn’t work at Delacourte’s, she knew. Jesse had mentioned something about computers.
She snapped her fingers. Lucian Conover. He designed some kind of weird computer programs for the government, if she remembered correctly. Surely Jesse hadn’t already approached someone? What did they do, sit around with their beers and discuss who would fuck their women?
Her face flushed. Good God, what the hell was she getting herself into? Couldn’t he just fuck her? Would she settle for just being fucked?
