“Because I couldn’t bring myself to do it.” Dallas glanced at her then and his heart clenched.
“Why?” Zak leaned forward. He looked at her as if he adored her and Dallas believed that much was true. Zak was crazy about her. He loved her.
“I was afraid I would fall in love with her,” Dallas said softly.
“I didn’t hear you,” Zak taunted him, cupping his ear with one hand and motioning for Drina with the other.
She went to him then and Dallas watched as he stood up behind her. Peeling the robe from her shoulders, Zak whispered at her ear. “Tell him what you think about him, sub. Tell him if you think you could love him.”
“I…” She swallowed. “I’m glad you came back.”
He believed her. He could see the excitement in her eyes and hear the relief in her voice.
The robe fell to the floor. Zak cupped her breasts. He thumbed her nipples and kissed that long slender neck, making Dallas crazy, making him as envious as he’d ever been in his ever-lovin’ life. At the same time, he couldn’t house that jealousy and harbor it as his own. The reason was simple. In that moment, he knew. As he watched Zak work her over, as he looked into her eyes and gauged the desire present there—he realized and appreciated the unfolding truth. Drina belonged to him as much as she belonged to Zak.
Dallas unhooked his belt, unzipped his jeans. He stripped off his shirt, kicked aside his boots, and peeled off his socks and underwear. With each piece of clothing he tossed aside, her eyes burned brighter and hotter with insatiable lust.
Zak stepped away from Drina then and went to the wet bar to fix himself another drink. Dallas took her hands in his and pulled her to him, loving the swell of her breasts rising and falling against his hard chest as he embraced her.
Brushing his fingers underneath her chin, he whispered across her lips, “You’re mine as much as you’re his.”
“Now wait a minute.” Zak jiggled the ice in his drink. “I didn’t say I’d share fair and square.”
“A heart isn’t always fair and just with its love.” Dallas kissed her and lifted her to him, dying to love on her then, willing Zak to just let him have his way with her for a day or two so he could soothe away the angst, the need and desire ripping through his system like a disease only she could cure.
He sat on the edge of the couch and brought her to stand in front of him. He kissed her belly, loving her fresh scent—a mix of deodorant soap, vanilla lotion, and her arousal. He pressed his fingers through her folds, looking up at her and loving the way her head fell back and that little whimper left her lips.
God help him, he was falling for this woman. He wanted to own her as much as Zak had said he, too, wanted to own her. And he wasn’t sure if that was even possible. Could two Doms share a woman in ownership and love while asking for her complete submission, for her full subservient behavior at all times?
“I want to get nasty with you,” Dallas whispered, running his finger between her intimate lips and pushing two digits high inside her. “Would you like that, Drina?”
She blushed and he could’ve sworn he’d never seen anything quite so beautiful before. “I’d love it if you’d show me how nasty you can be with me.”
Without pausing then, he scooped her up and carried her to bed. Once there, he spread her legs and made himself right at home between them.
First, he licked her from center to clit. Then, he devoured her pussy like a man who was starved to death. And finally, he threw her legs over his back and tucked his hands under her ass, bringing her forward so he could just have his way with her from front to back.
Flattening his tongue against her small pulsing hole, he loved the way the outer ring became swollen, wider with more pressure from his tongue. She ground against his face then, sighing out in pure erotic pleasure as he licked her hole and fingered her, too.
By the time he was ready to mount her, Zak had entered the bedroom. Zak could claim he was a masochist all he wanted. Dallas would gladly let him have a seat on the sidelines anytime he needed to claim his position there, but Dallas wouldn’t play by those rules.
He didn’t believe turnabout was fair play. Their primary relationship as a threesome still housed independent relationships within and Dallas had no intention of forfeiting what he wanted with a woman—specifically Drina—in exchange for following Zak’s guidelines or rules.
At the moment, Dallas wanted to love on a woman. He wanted to stroke her with dedicated enthusiasm, fuck her with unharnessed control and just ride the hell out of one beautiful little lady.
“You can’t come yet,” Zak told her, brushing long strands of hair from her face before kissing her forehead.
“You can come whenever you want,” Dallas said, testing her as much as Zak.
“That won’t work,” Zak ground out.
“You’re the one who wanted to sit this one out,” Dallas reminded him, unwilling to argue about this.
Towering over her, he caught a glimpse of her open hand at her side. He lowered himself to her, resting his cock in her palm and eating up the sight of her as she closed her fingers around his dick and pumped him.
His thighs tightened right along with his ass cheeks. She pushed her hand up and down, working with his arousal, driving him mad, making his crazy.
And Dallas wasn’t the only one.