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The hand escaped her thighs to tangle its fingers between hers.
“Can we go upstairs?” one woman asked.
“When she’s ready,” Connel said.
Between the women flanking her, caressing her body, she sought him. Perched against the front of the desk, whiskey in hand, there was something arousing about just having his eyes on hers.
Did she say his name differently when turned on? “Conn,” she breathed, testing its depth on her tongue.
“While you’re mine, this is your kingdom, baby.” And maybe that was it, what he was showing her, that she could be free. Dasha and Darla might be intimate with each other, with him, but she hadn’t seen any suggestion of a committed relationship. Did they know her association with Connel wasn’t real? “Act like it.”
Act like it… If she was his woman… If this was her safe place… A place she could do and say and be anything she wanted.
Tearing her eyes from him, she looked from one blonde to the other. They really were beautiful and must know what Connel liked. Maybe it wasn’t about just pleasing him. There was power in it. A power that quaked inside her when she kissed Dasha.
It was real. That moment. It didn’t mean anything, no more than the sweet need to experience something new. No one judged her. She was only doing what they’d done probably a hundred times before.
She could let them lead, be a passive player, or she could seize the moment.
Hadn’t she come into Stag wishing for oblivion? Maybe that’s exactly what the opportunity afforded her.
One arm wound around Darla. She stroked her back, felt the warmth of her hair in her fingers as her hand went higher. Switching her kiss to Darla, she pulled herself closer while caressing Dasha, squeezing her breast, enjoying the firm, soft flesh yielding to her grasp.
Dasha kissed her neck, the wet delight tingled on the surface of her sensitive skin. As her mouth got closer, Darla turned her head, kissing Dasha then her. In that moment, between them, the heat of excitement burned bright. The texture of their breasts on hers, their hair stimulating every part it touched. She’d never known hair was so arousing.
When she saw him again, her chest moving deep and slow, she could only think him being closer would enhance so much about the moment.
“Upstairs.”
That bassy command ignited a surge of energy. Dasha and Darla leaped up, their hands linked in hers to guide her across the room fast. Trusting them to keep her going the right way, she twisted to look back for Connel.
He tossed the whiskey back in his throat and stalked after them. They weren’t going up there alone. Maybe she’d get her wish.
Except as they ascended the stairs and flipped around to scurry toward the bedroom, trepidation cooled some of her need. She’d trusted him in that room before and it had come back to bite her.
Dasha and Darla were laughing as they climbed onto the bed, kissing before they’d even got as far as the pillows. Wrapped in each other, the women looked different in the dim light. Spread out there, on the black sheets, their delicate skin almost glowed.
His rough fingers skimmed onto her waist as he closed in behind her. Holding her in a half embrace, his caress continued to her breast.
“Trust me,” he murmured above her ear.
Which was probably exactly what someone she shouldn’t trust would say. “Will you join us?” she asked, her eyes closing as his touch got more demanding.
“I’ll do what feels good,” he said, still fondling her breast when he grabbed her hips to yank them back against his solid arousal. “Just like you.”
“Come play,” Dasha said, crawling away from Darla to snatch her hand and pull her down onto the bed.
What was she doing? Kissing one woman, the other, pushing the first down to test more with her mouth. The smoothness of her jaw under her lips tempted her mouth lower. She kissed the swell of Dasha’s breast and her nipple, enjoying how it reacted to the swirl of her tongue. Then she was on her back, Darla’s body on top of hers, their breasts together, legs intermingled.
Kissing there, on her back in the bed, was easier than downstairs. Relaxing, hands could move, legs could open. This time when a feminine hand trailed across her hip, she pushed up into it. Fingernails grazed the seam of her leg. Not too long, but a new sensation. The push on her clit made her gasp; the circular stimulation sped and slowed. She hadn’t even opened her eyes when the slick slide of a tongue on her pussy startled her.
Her eyes opened. Connel stood at the end of the bed. Naked. Cock in hand. Fuck. While her pussy was being spoiled by two women, he was enjoying the view in the most intimate, exposing way.
“Connel…” she breathed, undulating against the pleasure being gifted to her.
His gaze locked on hers and he shook his head. It wasn’t enough. Petulant in her annoyance, she wanted to toss aside the women and beg him to fill her up. She needed it. More than them, she needed him.
It was selfish. She was being selfish. Everyone was in the moment, enjoying what felt good, and her focus was on what she was being denied.
