Con laughed harder, and she bit her lip. “She’s got your number, man. Lorie’s Library. His home away from home.”
“Not exactly. But it does seem like the right place for us to greet you properly.”
There was the sound of tapping on a door. A melody? And then the click of a lock opening from the inside. Con let her slide down his body. Slowly. Torturing her with a knowing grin. When her feet hit the floor he released her and stepped back. “Ready?”
More than ready. She turned and Lorie gestured for her to enter before him, his expression watchful. This was his haven. Was he concerned she was invading it?
She forgot to care when she saw the room. “Oh.”
Con whistled. “Oh, is right. Lorie? Man, I had no idea we had the same taste in furniture.”
Sarah saw the opulent furnishings. The sitting area that appeared wide enough to be a bed. The bed that was wide enough for all of them and more. The strange, slender chair that was swinging from the ceiling.
There were books piled in corners and on the floor along the wall, but this was no library. It was a den of temptation and decadence, complete with a reflective wall beside the bed. A wall that she sensed was more than it seemed.
But it was the art—sketches and paintings resting on easels and hanging on the walls—that ensnared her. They were all of one woman. In abstract. From behind and in profile. Nude and barely clothed. The details were exquisite, as if the artist had spent hours perfecting each one. The subject had long, dark hair and caramel eyes. She also had a distinctive birthmark on her hip.
Her. Every drawing was of her.
She might be disturbed if it weren’t so flattering. If it weren’t Lorie who had painted them. “How?”
Lorie came up behind her, his hands warm on her waist. “I told you, Sarah. I dreamt of you for years. I would wake in the night and have to recreate you, have to hold you in my mind. I suppose this is more your room than mine.”
Con stretched out on the couch that was twice as wide as he was and sighed. “Let’s compromise and call it our room. I know I feel right at home here.”
Sarah smiled at Con’s words, but the moment she turned in Lorie’s embrace, she was lost. The way he was looking at her. The longing and hunger in his expression. The magic pulsing between them, beating with a single heartbeat. Connected.
“Will you stand there staring at each other all night or am I going to have to move this along?” Con placed several pillows behind his head and watched them, answering his own question. “Sarah, I believe you and Lori have some catching up to do. Why don’t you take your clothes off and go wait for him on the bed?”
A startled glance in his direction told her this was not another attempt at humor. It was worded as a request, but its tone held a hint of command. She had the strangest reaction to it.
Excitement.
She walked slowly over to the edge of the bed and began to remove her shoes and jeans, watching the two men as they watched her.
The desire in both their eyes sent a heady rush through her system. Con may be directing her actions, but their looks said she had all the power. She controlled them with each button she released. They were her captives.
By the time she’d removed her last piece of clothing and climbed on all fours onto the bed, she was shaking with need. Lorie was so still and silent she might have worried he’d changed his mind, if not for the pulse beating a passionate drumbeat in his neck. If not for his clenched jaw and stained cheeks. Or those eyes, brilliant in their longing.
“I’m here,” she whispered breathlessly. “What now?”
Con’s fists were clenched behind his head. She could see the white of his knuckles. “Now if Lorie doesn’t join you, I will.” Lorie didn’t need to be told twice. He stripped in record time and stood in front of her, steps away from her mouth to let her look her fill.
Had she called him an angel? His face was perfect, almost innocent in its beauty. His body made her ache. A fallen angel. A man sculpted to indulge in a woman’s every sinful thought. A man she had to sample.
She leaned forward and licked her lips, eager to take his hard cock into her mouth, when Con’s voice stopped her. “Not yet, Sarah. Turn your hips toward me. That’s right, good girl. Now spread your legs. More. That is nice. Okay, now you can taste him. But don’t let him come. Not until I say. Not until he’s inside you.”
Lorie was watching her carefully, trying to hold himself back and gauge her reaction at the same time. “You can say no anytime, sweet Sarah. You’ll never be forced.”
Perhaps this should disturb her, these strong men controlling her actions. Guiding her. But it was having the opposite effect. With them, it seemed, she had no shame. She smiled. “Is it wrong that I enjoy it? That I have no desire to say no?”
His blue eyes darkened and his teeth clenched. “No, sweet. It’s right. It’s perfect. You were made for us.” He slid his fingers through her hair and tugged lightly. “And since you have no objections, I think Con gave you a command.”
Yes. Yes, he had. She leaned forward, feeling Lorie’s fists clench in her hair when she opened her damp lips over the tip of his shaft. Her magic rose up from a well deep inside her, green and gold mingling with his soft lavender as she took him in her mouth.
Shameless. Wild. Heavenly. The words were not enough to describe her body’s reaction to this act. He was better than any dessert. Salty and hot and delicious on her tongue, she opened her mouth to take more of his width. To take all of him.
Her thighs were damp with arousal. Arousal she knew Con could see from across the room. And she wanted him to see. Wanted him to lick his lips as he imagined her taste on his tongue. She spread her legs farther apart and rocked her hips in time to her mouth’s rhythm.