When her shudders subsided, she fell on him with a gasp of delight. Their chests heaved in unison, and Toni made a humming sound at the amazing sensation of having Heath, still aroused, inside her, waiting.
She disengaged herself and whispered into Grey’s ear, “Touch him, Grey. Touch Heath.”
She wanted to see them together. For Grey to remember how much they’d enjoyed each other’s bodies. For Heath to feel wanted.
And Grey rose, his body glistening with sweat—still primed.
“Heathcliff.”
“Grey.”
They eyed each other like predators, their size alike, their strength alike. Heath was grim-faced. He stood stock-still as Grey began to circle him, his twilight eyes tracking Grey’s every move.
Grey spoke first. “If you want Toni, you get me.”
Heath’s erection was at its fullest length, his muscles flexed as if for a fight. A vein throbbed at his right temple as he answered, “I’ll take you both.”
“And we’ll take you.”
Grey pressed into his back, and Heath lifted his gaze to hers, hot and smoldering.
He said nothing else, but a powerful shudder rocked him when Grey said in a silky murmur against the side of his head, “Are you sure this is what you want?”
The tendons in Heath’s neck rippled as he swallowed and looked at her with those intent black eyes. His breath was soughing in and out of his chest. And she ached for him. For that big, proud man who had suffered for years in silence. Because she understood Heath in a way Grey never would.
She knew Heath Solis, and that his heart and hers were twins.
And she knew when Grey entered him because his whole body stiffened, his jaw clamped, his hands fisted at his sides. Grey’s tongue darted into his ear as he began to move. Heath was solid, barely moving except for his abdomen and the sounds welling up in his throat.
“This is me,” Grey rasped. “Making you ours.”
Heath hissed through his teeth, his eyes rolling back. He moved his head, making himself accessible for Grey’s tongue on his ear.
“This is me making you Toni’s.”
Another sound. The sound of someone in pain. Heath’s slit leaked and leaked, his cock twitching at each thrust.
“Say you’re mine, Heath.”
“I’m yours.”
“Say you’re Toni’s.”
“I’m yours, Cat. All yours.”
“Then bend over and please her. I won’t have Toni unhappy.”
Heath charged forward as though he’d been waiting for permission, and when he caressed her throat with his lips and tongue, she said, “Hmm.”
His callused hands settled on her breasts and fondled the sensitive peaks. “Cat.”
“Heath.”
“I love you, Cat.”
“And I love you, Heathcliff.”
His cock was wet with precum and his balls seemed bloated, as though they’d doubled in size. She was entranced watching him being taken. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders as he minis tered to her breasts, leaving Grey’s torso in full view: sweaty, flushed, rippling sexily. Grey’s eyes sizzled as he locked gazes with her, his face contorted with pleasure.