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As he kissed her, as his hands roved over her back, her hips, she felt the touch of another's hands at her thighs.
Shayne.
It wasn't a shock; it was an addition to the pleasure, a sensual, erotic enticement that stoked the fire burning inside her higher, hotter.
"I've wondered who held your heart. " Shayne's voice was a caress against her senses as Khalid's lips stroked from hers to her jaw, her neck. "Then I wondered if I had a chance at being his third. "
Fingers pulled her blouse from her jeans; she didn't know whose, she didn't care. All that mattered was the touch, the pleasure, and Khalid.
All that mattered was the feel of the fingers slowly unbuttoning her blouse, pulling the edges apart, and revealing her lace-covered breasts as Khalid's lips brushed from her neck to her bare shoulder.
Sensual weakness filled her muscles, making her feel dazed, mesmerized. Their touch mesmerized her. She had expected pleasure, but she hadn't expected what she was feeling now.
The front clip of her bra was released, the lace was peeled away from the swollen mounds. Marty's head tipped back on her shoulders as Khalid supported her, held her against his chest and stared down at the fingers brushing over, against, around her breasts.
The window between the front and back had been raised. She didn't know when he had done it; she didn't care.
They didn't undress her, though she felt as though the material of her clothes were too rough against her sensitive flesh. Heat burned her bared flesh as the tips of calloused male fingers rasped against it gently.
"I want to watch," Khalid whispered against her ear. "I want to see your pleasure, Marty. I want to see the hunger in your eyes. I want to watch your face flush with pleasure. "
The overwhelming desire, the need, roughened his voice and sped through her own system like a wildfire racing out of control.
Her eyes opened as she felt his arm brace the back of her neck, lifting her head to meet his gaze. She felt too drowsy, too inundated with the exquisite pleasure tearing through her to protest anything he wanted at the moment
. Perhaps not at a later moment, either.
She didn't pretend to understand the need the men of the club had to share their women. At the moment, she didn't care. At the moment the pleasure racing through her was all that mattered.
"So pretty," he whispered, his gaze moving from her face to where Shayne was caressing her breasts. His palms cupped the swollen mounds, his thumbs rubbing over them as Khalid leaned back and shifted her body until she was facing Shayne.
He leaned forward, his dark blue gaze heavy-lidded, his cheekbones flushed with lust as he watched Khalid's palm curve around the side of her breast, lifting the tight, hard nipple to him as though in invitation.
A whimper left her lips as Shayne's head lowered. Her hands clutched at the outside of Khalid's thighs, and her head fell back against his shoulder as Shayne's lips covered the ultrasensitive peak of her breast.
Heated moisture surrounded her nipple as Shayne sucked it into his mouth, drawing on it, his tongue flickering over it with wicked intent as Khalid drew her arms up and back until she curled them around his neck.
The taut arc of her body seemed to make her nipples more sensitive, as though it stretched the nerve endings, revealing more of them for Shayne to torture with the sensual licks of his devilish tongue.
"Feel good?" Khalid's lips brushed against her neck as a hoarse cry tore from her throat.
"Khalid, please . . . " Each heated draw of Shayne's mouth sent sizzling sensations down the neural pathway from her nipple to her clit. She swore she could feel each lick of his tongue on the tight, hard knot of nerve endings between her thighs.
"Oh, I intend to please you, baby. " His teeth raked against her neck. "Shayne and I both intend to please you all over. "
All over. She was shaking, trembling with pleasure as she tried to arch closer, to bury her nipple deeper into Shayne's mouth as he sucked at it hungrily.
"Damn, that's pretty," he breathed, his voice rough with hunger as a hand curled around her other breast and fingers began to pluck at the hard peak.
She tried to writhe against his lap, the feel of the heated length of his cock pressing against his slacks had her pussy throbbing and spilling her juices into her panties.
When Shayne drew back, she watched in an agony of need as he slowly drew the cups of her bra back over her breasts and fixed the latch.
His gaze locked on hers, he drew the edges of her shirt together and buttoned them.
Marty fought to breathe, the act of having Shayne redress her as Khalid held her in place was almost as erotic as being undressed by them.
"We're home," Khalid told her softly, as the last button was pushed through its hole.
