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“Notice how I don’t wig about that anymore. I like trying new things.” She nipped his earlobe, sending a bolt of lightning straight to his groin.
“And you’ve become quite addictive,” he admitted.
“Aw, flattery. Coming from Angsty Chef. How I’ll cherish this moment.”
From behind them, Christian gave a half snort. “You’ve tamed him,” he told Bayli. “But who the hell is going to tame you?”
“I was too tame to begin with,” she said. “A little sauciness is apparently just what you two need.”
“You have that in spades,” Rory assured her as they crossed the open mezzanine and entered the master suite. Rory dropped her in the middle of the enormous bed.
“Very caveman-like,” she grumbled. “So much for taming you.”
He whisked off her clothes as Christian cranked the AC to high so that he could pull back the drapes on the long wall of windows and the patio doors. The heat rolled into the room, but the crisp air pumping in from the vents kept the temperature moderate while allowing them all to enjoy the panoramic view of turquoise water for as far as the eye could see, with no other land in sight.
Both men undressed. Christian had snagged his laptop bag before coming upstairs and he pulled out a few condoms and packets of lubricant.
Rory joined Bayli on the bed, settling behind her as she sat on the edge. He hooked his hands under her thighs and coaxed her to widen her legs so that she bent them at her knees and planted her feet along the outside of his thighs. She leaned back against his chest. Christian moved in from the front. She reached for him and kissed him as Rory filled his palms with her breasts and kneaded roughly while liquid fire rushed through his veins.
Christian’s fingers eased into her pussy, massaged slowly. He dragged his mouth from Bayli’s and said, “She’s so damn wet.”
“Good.” Rory’s hands slid away from her and he sheathed himself, adding extra lube. Christian innately seemed to know what Rory had in mind. He withdrew his fingers just as Rory’s palms slid under Bayli’s ass and he both lifted her up and spread her cheeks at the same time. He held her balancing just above the tip of his cock as she clung to Christian, her fingers coiling into his biceps.
“Slow,” Christian warned.
“I know.” Rory’s teeth gritted. He wanted her so badly that his cock throbbed almost painfully and his muscles turned to stone. His heart thumped against his ribs and he tried to keep himself in check so that he didn’t fill her with one forceful thrust.
“Rory.” She tried coercing him with her sultry tone. “Don’t tease me.”
“This isn’t teasing. This is me trying to be really, really careful.”
“But I already know what to expect. Christian has—”
“Been gentle,” Christian interjected.
“I’ve wanted you like this from the very beginning,” Rory reminded her. He eased her down so that his cockhead pressed against her tight hole. “Fuck,” he groaned.
“Rory,” she urged again. “I want to feel you. All of you. Every inch of you.”
He lowered her a tiny bit, so that his tip penetrated.
She let out a soft cry. “Yes. More.”
Everything inside of Rory pulled taut. God, he wanted her like this. Wanted to feel her surrounding him, grinding against him. Wanted to fill her as Christian fucked her.
So Rory gradually eased her down, not plunging recklessly, just allowing her to take him inside her at her own pace. Until he was suddenly fully encased in her heat and she was whimpering evocatively while still clutching at Christian’s muscles.
“Oh, hell,” Rory murmured as emotion flowed through him to mix with the excitement burning in his gut.
Christian leaned into Bayli, and Rory experienced the solid width of him as his cock slid into her pussy, stretching her as Rory did.
She moaned, low and throaty.
Rory did everything in his power to keep his hips still, to keep his butt from clenching and pushing deeper into her. He held her legs spread wide with his hands under her thighs and let Christian set the steady pace.
“Oh, God,” she said on a sliver of air. “Oh, my fucking God.”
“Don’t tense up,” Rory whispered in her ear.
