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Hope

Maybe I was dreaming. That was more likely than the thought that I was about to have a foursome with my boyfriends and my boss. I had my tongue down Thacker’s throat for most of the ride home. Now that I’d had a taste of him, I couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t stop kissing him.

When Rowan put the SUV in park in the driveway, I unbuckled and climbed into Thacker’s lap, grinding myself against him and swirling my tongue around his. He groaned into my mouth, sliding his hands down to grab my ass and squeeze it.

“Jesus, Hope,” he rasped. “I’ve pictured this a thousand times. I’ve wanted you…for so long…” I dropped my lips to his collarbone so I didn’t have to keep looking at him. I was suddenly afraid I was going to cry, and I didn’t want to make a fool of myself after I’d only just convinced him that this was a good idea.

The problem was, I still wasn’t thoroughly convinced myself.

I leaned back in his lap and looked at him, chewing on my bottom lip. He looked back, his expression unreadable, but before I could say anything, he pushed the car door open and stepped down, lifting me easily into his arms. He carried me up onto the porch, and I clung to him, my face hidden in the crook of his neck. He was strong and sure. Jamie hurried ahead of us to open the door, and Thacker didn’t falter as he walked into the house.

Once we were inside, he wasted no time. He spun around, pressing my back to the wall and grinding himself against my throbbing pussy. I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulders. Then I slipped the buttons on his chef’s coat and pushed it open. He was still wearing that sexy T-shirt underneath. I ran my hands down his chest, and his heavy breath feathered on my cheek as he waited to see what I would do next.

Before I could decide, I was brought back to reality by the sound of Rowan clearing his throat. Thacker reluctantly pulled his eyes away from mine and glanced over his shoulder.

“Didn’t they teach you how to share in kindergarten?” Rowan asked dryly. I stared at him, but he didn’t look at me.

Thacker lowered me slowly to the floor and stepped back. Then he shrugged out of the chef’s coat and tossed it over a barstool, propping his hip against the edge of the counter and crossing his arms over his chest. He looked almost small next to Rowan’s massive frame, but his presence filled the room.

I stepped toward Rowan, reaching out a hand, trying to touch base with him. Group activities only worked if all the members of the party were on board, and there was clearly something troubling him.

In a flash, he closed his fingers around my wrist and jerked me toward him, looping his other arm around my waist to hold me in place. Then he dipped me in a scorching kiss. When he finally released me, I was bright pink. I turned to Thacker, who was watching us, his mouth a thin line. Jamie was off to the side, leaning against the back of the couch. He might as well have been eating popcorn as he settled in for the show.

Rowan moved behind me, his hands finding my hips and then traveling up my sides until he was sliding them under the sweetheart neckline of my dress to palm my breasts.

I was caught off guard by his sudden territoriality, but as he touched me in all the right ways, a sweet pink haze rolled over me and I didn’t care anymore. I leaned back against his chest and my eyelids grew heavy as one of his hands traveled a little farther up until it was resting lightly on my throat, his thumb gently stroking my jaw. Thacker narrowed his eyes as he watched Rowan’s other hand move to my back. He was unzipping my dress. A second later, it fell, puddling around my red stilettos. My breath caught in my chest.

Thacker was seeing me completely naked for the first time. His pupils blew wide as he took me in.

“Like what you see?” Rowan asked. I could hear the smirk in his voice, the one he used to let me know when he was teasing me. And boy was he teasing me now. Thacker nodded and swallowed hard. Rowan pressed his lips to my ear. “Spread your legs, princess.”

I obeyed him immediately. My body had always responded to his on a primal level, starting in that alley behind Copper’s, when I held out my hand like I already knew him. I thought I could never feel for another person the way I felt for Jamie. But somehow, it was the same with Rowan. Like Jamie, I felt I had traveled across eons to find him. Would it be the same with Thacker? Or was this just one night, a chance for us to peek behind the veil? Would we go back to pretending there was nothing between us in the morning?

Would one night be enough to satisfy our mutual curiosity?

Would he run screaming from the house when he watched my two boyfriends spit-roast me?

There was only one way to find out.

Rowan pinned me to his chest with his grip on my throat, rocking me back onto my heels in the process. My breath caught and I started to panic, but he was right there.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured. And then his free hand slid over my hip and down between my thighs. He hissed when his fingertips discovered how wet I was for him. For all three of them. My heart was thumping like a jackrabbit right behind my tonsils. Rowan dipped a finger into my pussy, pushing it to the knuckle inside me and then lifting me nearly off my feet as he applied steady pressure to my G-spot. When I was panting, he withdrew and found my clit with his fingertip. I shuddered in his arms with every pass he made over the most sensitive part of my body. He strummed my clit with his middle finger while his pointer and ring fingers spread my pussy lips, giving Thacker a clear view of what he was doing to me.

“Fuck,” Thacker croaked, raking his hand through his thick hair.

His eyes found mine and I didn’t look away as Rowan pushed two fingers inside me.

79.

Thacker

My mouth was as dry as a desert as I stared at Hope. She was everything I’d ever wanted.

And she was someone else’s to give away.

Watching that smug motherfucker touch her, make her moan and whimper, was enough to send me darting into traffic. Or into the nearest bar. I was so fucking stupid to think I could handle something like this.

I came here, that’s how bad I wanted her. But now I knew that true misery was watching another man claim her. He was showing me that she belonged to him, to them. I’d never felt so pissed off and so horny at the same time. Watching him touch her might be hell, but seeing her naked was a bucket list event. When he unzipped her dress, exposing her, I was ready to drop to my knees and tell her to use me however she saw fit.

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