She snuggled into Louis, her hands fluttering over his chest and neck. “I can still see him, standing there with his gun.” She dropped little urgent kisses against the column of Louis’ throat. “I don’t want to see him anymore.”
Louis peeled her away from him, the strain of not pouncing on her, not taking her up on what she was clearly offering, writ in the tautness of his lips and the clenching of his jaw.
“Make me forget.” Her brown gaze flicked between the two of them. “Please.”
“Louis.” Pierre shook his head, cautioning Louis against action. It was going to kill him not to give her what she wanted, too, but now was not the time. Not when fear, shock and stress were leading her actions. Not when she might come to regret her decision. They had enough challenges ahead of them where she was concerned, without racking up more.
Louis glared at him and held his ground. His twin was not one for patience, nor restraint, but he rarely went against Pierre. Not when it mattered. And it mattered now, more than it ever had.
Melinda ground her hips against Louis’ groin, and latched onto his throat, sucking down hard. His brother moaned and cupped the back of her head, holding her in place. He rolled his hips against hers and their little mate shivered.
“You’re wrong, Pierre. She wants this. Sheneedsthis.”
Melinda pushed Louis back onto the bed and straddled him, lifting her arms above her head and arching her spine.Putain.
Louis groaned, clenching his hands around her thighs and holding her in place as he rolled his hips, grinding against her.
“Yes, Louis. Yes.”
Her words were a mere whisper, full of need, and if it were possible, they would have made his cock harder.
“I’ll give you what you need,mon amour. Fuck Pierre. He can watch if he doesn’t want to join in.”
Melinda gasped and her spine arched more. She liked the idea of him watching Louis fuck her.Heliked the idea of watching Louis fuck her.
He gripped his cock through the soft material of his sweatpants. “Give her what she wants, Louis.” His voice was rough even to his own ears. “Give her what weallneed.”
Would she come to regret this? Maybe. Did she care right now? Not one iota. Melinda rubbed her core against Louis’ thick length, biting back the moan threatening to spill from her mouth. Since she’d fled their flat, the bedroom, Pierre’s bed, her body had been primed for this. Wanted this. The subsequent events of the night, her near death experience, had done little to dampen her desire. She needed to be close to someone, to wipe away her fear of what had transpired, and what was yet to come. For a while, to lose herself in something so overwhelmingher mind would quiet and her heart would race for an altogether different reason. Louis could give her that. LouisandPierre.
Melinda half turned. Pierre leaned against the wall, one hand disappearing beneath the band of his gray sweats, his beautiful hazel eyes fixed on her. She clenched her thighs around Louis’ hips.
Louis sat up and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against him. “Pierre likes to watch, almost as much as he likes to fuck,” he whispered, his breath hot across her cheek.
He took her mouth in his, gentle, teasing, tugging on her bottom lip. “Let’s give him a show he’ll never forget.”
Her body sizzled, and she glanced at Pierre again from beneath hooded lids. Have sex while he watched? A shiver ran up her spine. Something inside her, careless and a little wild, pushed to the surface by the knowledge she was alive, and had things gone differently she might not have been, broke free.
She rocked her hips again, riding Louis’ hard length, never taking her eyes from Pierre.Yes.
A deep growl started up in Pierre’s throat, more animal than human, and a musky scent filled the room.
“Shall we give him a show? Do you like the sound of that,bébé?” Louis nibbled down the side of her throat. “Pierre does. I do, too.”
His hands were rubbing circles all over her back as his lips worked along her collarbone. He flicked the clasp of her bra open and slipped the straps from her shoulders. The fabric of his shirt teased her already peaked nipples. Still she couldn’t look away from Pierre. In the periphery of her vision, his hand moved up and down his hidden length, slow strokes, keeping in time with the lazy roll of Louis’ hips pressing his cock against her clit.
Then she was being lifted, turned around and sat back down on Louis’ lap. She faced Pierre, and he watched on as Louis cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers.Pierre’s nostrils flared, a low groan slipping out between his bared teeth. To be the center of such desire, such blatant need, was intoxicating. Melinda reveled in it, arching her back, thrusting her swollen nipples at him, all but begging Louis for more.
As though he heard her silent pleas, he gave her more, sucking along the cord of her neck, and sliding his hand lower, leaving goosebumps and trembles in his wake as he traversed her stomach. Lower still, he slipped his hand beneath the lace of her panties and found her clit. She threw her head back and let out a moan so full of hunger she could barely fathom it had come from her mouth.
“Look at how she bares her neck for us.Putain,Pierre.J’ai veux la mordre. De la revendiquer.Here. Now.”
What had he said? What did he want to do, here and now? Please let it be what she hoped. Louis’ fingers circled her clit. She teetered on the edge.
“No.” The single word cracked across the room.
Louis growled, and his finger stopped circling.No.She’d be a mess if he left her unsatisfied. Again. She couldn’t face it twice in one night. Not after—
“Soon,” promised Pierre. “Now stop messing around and give me that show you promised me. I’m not going to last much longer.”
