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I whimper, the noise laced with avarice and desire, as a throaty, familiar chuckle echoes from behind me.
“When I got your message, I thought you wanted to talk about visiting Harvey’s house,” Beckett murmurs, his accented voice doing strange things to my insides. Strange, wonderful, beautiful things. “I can’t say I’m complaining about this turn of events.” One finger traces down my spine, and goose bumps ripple across my flesh. “So, what do you say, Ellie, love? Do you want me to join in or get the fuck out?”
Oh. My. God.
17
ELLIE
Zane’s cock slides out of my lips as I turn to face Beckett, who has crouched behind me. His gorgeous, mismatched eyes hold a plethora of emotions—desire, lust, want, need, and love.
So much love it takes my breath away.
Anticipation skitters across my skin like static electricity as I lean forward and press my lips to his. I don’t allow myself to overthink or regret my decision. I simply…feel, losing myself to this weightless, disembodied sensation I always get when I’m around one of the five men who owns me—heart, body, and soul.
Beckett deepens the kiss instantly, his tongue flicking against mine, and I wonder if he can taste Zane on my mouth. His cum. His cock.
The thought amplifies my arousal to unspeakable levels.
“I take that as a yes to joining in.” Zane chuckles huskily as he molds his body to mine from behind, his fingers reaching forward to unbutton my shirt. Only when the fabric is discarded on the ground does Zane begin to fondle my breasts through the black lace bra I chose to wear this morning. My nipples stand at attention, and he doesn’t waste any time twisting them through the fabric.
“Did anyone ever tell you that you’re beautiful, Ellie?” Beckett whispers, his lips directly beside my ear. His teeth graze against my sensitive lobe, and I whimper involuntarily.
“And did anyone ever tell you that you’re so freaking handsome?” I respond, twisting my head to include Zane in that statement. “Both of you.”
Zane smiles wickedly, and the sight has pleasure ricocheting through me.
“All the time, actually. I’ve been asked to pose nude for almost every magazine in existence, but of course, I respectfully declined. Only my girl is allowed to see me in all my naked glory.” He winks at me and then lowers his lips to my shoulder, kissing the skin there. “And you are my girl, aren’t you?” Possessiveness permeates his entire body.
“Our girl,” Beckett corrects harshly. “She’s not just yours, Zane.”
Zane’s smile could best be described as lurid, nightmarish, the wickedly sharp end of a scythe glinting in the moonlight.
“No, I suppose she’s not just mine. But I’ll always be just hers.” As he speaks, he moves his nimble fingers to my bra clasp, and the next thing I know, the cups of my bra are falling forward. I quickly slide the straps down my arm and then toss the flimsy fabric to the side.
“Fuck.” Beckett’s moan sounds almost pained as he lowers his lips to my breast, sucking on one of my stiff peaks. The feel of his tongue around my sensitive nipple sends flames scorching through my body.
“Beck,” I whimper, digging my fingers into his brown hair.
“Zane!” Zane mimics my moan with a high-pitched one of his own. “Oh, Zane. More! More!”
Beckett releases my aching breast and smiles smugly at his friend. “If you want our girl to scream your name, then maybe you’ll have to do more than sit on your ass and watch. Lazy fucker.”
“Is that a challenge?” I don’t need to see Zane’s expression to know that mischief is sparkling in his dark eyes.
“Unless you don’t think you’re capable of?—”
Beckett’s words are cut off—or maybe I just no longer hear him—when Zane grabs my chin and twists my face to his. He kisses me hungrily, desperately, possessively. Each flick of his tongue against my own stamps his name on my very soul, declaring ownership of it.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Beckett murmurs, and out of the corner of my eye, I see him pulling his cock out of his pants and stroking himself. The smile on his face is lascivious and dripping with need.
Is this really happening? Am I about to have a threesome?
Only a few weeks ago, I was a virgin. Heck, only a month or two ago, I’d never even kissed a guy.
Now, I’m sandwiched between two sexy-as-sin men I’ve been fantasizing about for longer than I care to admit.
I want them.
