She tasted of champagne. I wrapped a hand in her hair, tilting my head to the side as I tried to get more of it. But thenheshifted and dragged a hand across her waist, reminding me swiftly that he was still even there. I moved away again. June blinked in muted hurt.
“Are you okay?” she asked, and the concern in her voice was so sweet that it caused an ache in my chest.
“Yeah,” I said. I took another step back.
“He’s lying,” Ronan announced, his mouth still on her neck even as he watched me. I scowled at him. “I know when he’s hiding something. I think Blackwell feels a little left out.” His hand cupped one of her breasts and June’s mouth popped open in surprised pleasure.
I ground my jaw. There were too many thoughts going through my head right now. I didn’t know what to make of any of them. Watching them, the jealousy I felt was crushing. It should’vebeenmyhands on her body, my mouth on her skin, my touch that coaxed those soft sounds from her lips.
It felt wrong and I didn’t know if I was going to be able to do this.
Ronan suddenly stopped, though he kept his arms around June. He sighed in long-suffering. “Lucas, you know that between you and Oren, he was the one I’d least expected to take this risk. But when it came to the idea of sharing June, I knew that you’d be far more obstinate.”
“I am not obstinate,” I said tersely, which only seemed to prove his point as he laughed.
“It might feel strange to you. But once we got over that initial little hurdle, trust me when I say that there’s nothing better than experiencing June when she falls apart in your hands. You’ve felt it before… imagine it doubled.”
That gave me pause. I looked at June. Her brow was furrowed and I longed to smooth it out with my fingers. But then Ronan turned her face to his and kissed her. June’s whole body came alive, her arms twining around his neck as she pressed into him. I wondered vaguely if this is what it looked like when she and I were being intimate. It was an entirely different experience to see her desire and lust being directed at someone else when I’d only been used to being on the receiving end of it.
Waves of anger and jealousy cascaded through me at the sight of their hands exploring each other’s body through the layers of clothing. There was a familiarity there, a comfort almost and the thought of that struck me with a sense of bitterness. But—and this was the part that was truly puzzling—all of the heat that burned behind those feelings was emblazoned by something else. Something deeper and hungrier and strong enough to push me one step closer as I watched them.
Ronan’s hands had slipped into the waistband of her pants. He was undressing her right in front of me. Our friendship had always been marked by banter and lighthearted rivalry. There’d never been anything malicious in our verbal sparring, but now, watching him with her, what I was feeling was anything but light.
“I think you’re wearing too many clothes,” Ronan said breezily, biting down on her ear. June let out a sound that snapped something in me. I’d heard that sound before. It wasmineto draw out of her, nothis. But June… her eyes were heavy-lidded as she pulled away from him to look at me. He slipped his hand down the front of her pants and whatever he did suddenly had her eyes rolling to the back of her skull.
The pleasure on her face and written in her body language threaded through my furious envy with the expertise of a seamstress. The final tug was the breathy way she moanedmyname, calling me to join them. A low groan stole from somewhere deep inside of me. She’d called my name, not Ronan’s. I was well enough aware of June’s intelligence to know that she’d done that on purpose, and evidently so did Ronan.
He raised an eyebrow. “How cruel of you. My hands are on your body and yet your mind is focused on him.”
A brief thought occurred to me that he was also doing this on purpose. He knew how to get me riled up and set to play. But I wasn’t even paying attention to Ronan anymore. I closed the distance between myself and them, my body moving of its own accord. I kissed her again, this time more feverishly than I had ever before.
I didn’t care that she also wanted Oren and Ronan. I didn’t care that she’d had sex with them and that they’d also tasted her this way. I only cared that it was my turn to stake my claim, to remind her that I’d been here first. June met me in that heat, hertongue snaking out to lick my bottom lip. As our kiss deepened, she reached for my clothes, eagerly stripping me down.
That reminder that she truly wanted me only fed my own desire, brought my cock to half-mast. This time, when Ronan’s hands started roving across her body, I didn’t draw back. Instead, I began to touch her in the gaps between. Her body became a painting, with two pairs of hands eagerly trying to explore the canvas.
I pressed my lips against whatever skin he left unoccupied, and the constant stimulation catapulted June into overdrive. Her hands clawed at us both, her breathing deep and ragged. Somewhere in the chaos, we all managed to shed the last of our clothing.
And instead of simply receiving everything we were giving her, June gave it back tenfold. Gone was the timid girl who was shy to answer questions and be noticed in class. Here she took the spotlight with a confidence that left me struck. She commanded our attention with every kiss, used her hands and body to press back against us, claiming us both even as we silently competed to claim her.
“I want you both right now,” she whispered, one hand on the back of my neck and the other on Ronan’s chest. He looked at me.
“Is that okay with you?” he asked.
Was that okay with me? I was harder than I’d ever been before.
“Yes,” I replied, my voice rough.
The smile on June’s face, a mix of raw lust and fondness, made my heart clench.
“I hear you have a penchant for eating her out, Lucas,” Ronan said, taking her chin in his hand as he began to kiss the side ofher neck. “Did you know that she likes to have her ass eaten, too?”
I paused, processing what I just heard. The throb in my dick seemed to have established a conclusion before my mind could. I swallowed hard, my throat dry.
“Really?” I asked, a sudden craving to double her pleasure striking me like lightning. I kissed the other side of her neck, closing my eyes as the sounds she’d been making only grew louder. I felt her hand grip my hair, the spikes of pain as she tugged, amplifying my arousal.
“Hmm,” Ronan mumbled. “That little fun fact was discovered courtesy of Oren. I thought we could have a little experiment and see for ourselves which one she prefers.”
I knew where he was going with this. And I wanted it. The reality hit me like a gut punch. As though by some unspoken agreement, Ronan and I mirrored our kisses on her body— across her collarbones, down her chest, our lips and teeth savoring those beautiful tits.
