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“You promised to take my other virginity too, remember?” She playfully bit his chin. “The kind that involves both my boys at once?”
If he hadn’t been blindfolded, she would’ve seen his eyes roll back in his head. His balls drew tight all over again. “Seriously, don’t taunt me with that,” he grated.
“Who’s taunting?” She shifted on his lap until she could drag him up and down against her panties, already soaked with longing. “I’m serious. So serious I want to just pull over and slide you in me right now. What do you say, Matt? Wanna rock and roll right on the side of the road?”
“Hey, Frankenstein,” Tristan muttered over their laughter. “Get control of your monster.”
“Mine, huh?” Matt followed up his possessive growl with a smack that could’ve only been his hand against Caity’s ass. Her breathless squeal confirmed Tris’s assumption. “If she’s mine, how come she’s not up here blowing me, then? You already had your fun.”
“Good point.” Caity gave Tristan a quick, conciliatory kiss. “I’ll be back soon.”
Thunks and wheezes signaled Caity’s climb into the front seat. Shortly thereafter the opening of a zipper and Matt’s long groan filled the cabin.
“Jesus, pull over before the cops zero in on this traveling porn bus,” Tristan said, fighting a grin.
“Nah. I can drive just fine one-handed. The other’ll keep her nice and steady on my dick. Right, sweetheart?”
Her answer was, unsurprisingly, little more than a gulp.
With a laugh, Tristan settled in to enjoy his aural treat.
The rest of the drive passed in a sexual haze. After helping Matt hit his own pinnacle in the front seat, Caity came back and curled up on the backseat with her head in Tristan’s lap.
And she was not sleeping.
By the time Matt dragged Tris by the rope around his wrists up the walkway to the cabin, it had started to snow. Good thing, because his cock felt so sinfully abused that even the cold snowflakes on his erection—she’d considerately left his pants open—provided welcome relief.
He’d come twice. Two ball-bustingly hard, incredibly intense times. How the hell was he supposed to perform his role in any bargains when he’d already been shoved so close to the limits of his endurance?
But when Matt pushed him down on the chair by the fireplace and the moans started, Tristan’s flagging hard-on jumped right back up to say hello.
“If you kill me,” Tristan warned, “you’ll need a new plaything. So you might want to pace yourselves.”
“Oh, oops, sorry. We just turned on a movie.” Caity’s voice sounded especially girlish and especially sexy. “Want us to turn it off?”
Hearing his own groans on-screen, Tristan gritted his teeth and shook his head. The freaking porno. He’d forgotten all about it over the past couple of weeks. Listening to it now, he had no clue how.
“Ever gonna let me see it? Since I never have.”
“Guess we can allow that, right, Matt?” Caity undid Tristan’s blindfold and gestured to the flat wide-screen TV on the opposite wall. “Enjoy.”
Tris could’ve, would’ve, if she hadn’t paraded in front of the chair wearing just a tiny scrap of panties and lacy bra that barely contained her small breasts. She strolled over to the couch and sidled on top of Matt, who wasted no time in sliding his hand between her legs. With one flick of his long fingers, she arched and clung to his neck, putting her breasts at the level of his mouth. Matt sucked on her nipple as he fingered her, his free hand massaging her exposed ass.
She’d just had to wear a thong.
Tristan shifted uncomfortably on his chair. Why had he asked to lose the blindfold again? Between the sex on the screen and the sex on the couch, his cock hurt. Actually hurt. He was still a young guy, but come on. How much could he take?
The moans rose on the movie as he watched himself enter Matt’s ass. His balls gave a warning throb. Damn, that was hot. He shifted forward when movie Tristan grabbed a handful of Caity’s hair and dragged her face to his.
The kiss seemed to last forever. Lips brushed, eyes closed on breathy sighs. While he ate at her mouth, she cradled his jaw. She smiled as she pulled back, her vulnerability and love shining for anyone to see.
For him to see.
Tristan’s heart kicked. How, how could he have seen that smile and wondered how she really felt? Her emotions were written in every line of her face.
Through Caity’s orgasm, then Matt’s spectacular explosion in her mouth, followed by his own amazing finish, Tristan’s muscles tensed in anticipation. His dick throbbed. But when the three of them cuddled together on-screen and he glimpsed the look Matt gave him as Caity settled between them, his breath quickened all over again. When Matt’s hand wandered over her soft belly to clutch his and their fingers tangled, his pulse sped up with another kind of anticipation altogether.
He’d been blind, entirely. Looking for words and over-the-top gestures when they’d offered him their hearts all along. And it didn’t take a kidnapping and a bazillion SUV blowjobs for them to prove it.
