I’m not stopping.
CHAPTER TEN
My body goes white hot.
A line of desire zaps straight to my clit.
Why do I like the fact that italmostfeels as if he just caught us?
My body can’t tell the difference between the illicit scenario Henri just wove and the reality that these men are perfectly in sync with one another.
Reid leans one shoulder against the wall, a vision with all that powerful, strong stature of his…watching.
His amber eyes are darkened—hunger and something entirely possessive merge to consume his expression.
I feel that look, scorching through me, right down to my toes.
He looks ready to strip us both naked, pin us down, and devour us simultaneously.
“Come and have a drink with us, Mia.” The man with the wickedest mouth, a mustache I’ll be fantasizing aboutforevermore, and hands I desperately want all over my body, steps back to help me down from the table.
There is every possibility my legs will buckle as soon as I make contact with the floor.
“Are you sure…” My attention bounces between the two men. Will Reid feel slighted because of how I’ve simply thrown myself at Henri? Two seconds after he left the room, I practically begged him to ravage me. Yet, I was just as eager to climb Reid and grind all over him back at the ranch.
Henri startles me out of the internal spiral I’d fastened my seatbelt and folded my tray table for. One of those tattooed hands of his, glinting with sexy as all hell silver rings, reaches up to gently curl a tendril of hair framing my face around a finger.
“It’s part of the fun. Nothing but a harmless game.” He gives me a lopsided grin and a wink. That devilish tease is still at the forefront in his expression, but something has softened around his eyes. As if the curtain has dropped for the moment, and he’s put aside the act. “Look at your cowboy, Mia. He’sextremelyhappy to see you like this.”
My gaze drifts back to Reid, then slowly descends until I reach his groin. Taking in the sight of clearly bulging evidence presenting itself, there’s no hope of disguising my reaction. “Oh?—”
Well, shit.
If that’s what I can see through the front of his jeans, how enormous is the real thing?
My mouth goes dry. Am I going to allow myself to be at the mercy of my basest instincts? I’ve never done anything like this. I’ve never had a one-night stand. I’m not that girl. I was a secret, something hidden away out of sight, surviving on crumbs of attention when it suitedhim.
“Oh, indeed.” Henri chuckles. “Let’s sit somewhere more comfortable,hmm?” With deft fingers, he rights my outfit sothat my tits and pussy are no longer hanging out, but only just. The material clings perilously close to revealing everything.
Reid leads the way, moving ahead of us with a bottle of liquor wrapped in his giant paw. I’m a mess of fluttering heartbeats, raging desire, and wanting them to tear this dress off me immediately. The wetness and scratch of where Henri’s mouth has already explored is a constant reminder of what we just did. Of the illicit promises he floated and imprinted upon my horny brain.
I’m not sure what to do, left faltering at the sight of that oversized couch, fireplace, and giant window reflecting an image of the three of us.
A threesome.
Henri’s mouth brushes against my ear. I watch him do it in the reflection, and his eyes meet mine in that moment as he steps behind me. “Go and join him.” It’s clear from the low tone and firmness in those words. He’s taking charge. He’s telling me what to do.
A shudder races through me at the prospect of where that might lead us.
With a swallow and butterflies occupying my stomach, I move to stand just in front of Reid’s knees spread wide. “Is this okay?” This cowboy is so huge, it’s like every different angle presents a new appreciation for his sheer size.
“More than okay, sweetness.” His eyes drag down my figure, taking his time to appreciate the way Henri has managed to unravel my sanity in the space of a few short minutes. “Wanna keep me company right here?”
I nod.
It only takes a second, but his massive hand collects me by the waist, dragging me halfway onto his lap, with my legs draped across those meaty thighs of his. Keeping me encircled in his long arms, my head tucked against his shoulder, he reachesaround to pour a single drink. Henri drops onto the couch on the other side of Reid and lifts the bottle, setting it aside on the coffee table. With one arm resting on the back of the cushions, his body turned toward us, the way we’re in such close proximity leaves me in a daze.
Through my fog of lust, I glance at the bottle, then at Henri’s empty hand.
