“This way,” Cord said. I had to open my eyes to see he’d opened the door to the house and was holding it wide for me to pass through.
He led the way out of a mud room, through the kitchen, down a hall and into his bedroom, flipping lights on as he went.
I sat down on the edge of Cord’s bed with Rachel in my lap. She lifted her head, blinked her eyes open, and studied me.
“I think Cord’s lonely,” I said, surprising myself that I was willing to pass her off.
She looked over her shoulder. He’d dropped into a comfortable leather chair in the corner, knees spread and forearms on the arm rests. He looked relaxed, like he was watching a favorite TV show instead of another shifter making out with his mate on his bed.
“Go give him some sugar, too.”
I patted her butt and she climbed off my lap.
Fuck, this was hot. And for some reason, I was even more aroused as she settled into Cord’s lap and they started kissing. It was so hot, I had to let my dick out, carefully opening my zipper and tugging myself free.
I sighed in relief, then gripped the base and watched.
I barely noticed the tan walls. The dark wood floors. The cold fireplace beside Cord’s chair. How the room was neat. I didn’t want to look away, but I assumed the bed was huge. If Cord was a Two Marks shifter, he’d expect just this scene at some point.
They kissed. They groped. Soon, Cord got her top off.
I did everything I could to stop myself from going over to them and getting my hands on her. I wanted to cup her breasts, nibble along her neck… take a little bite.
Her skin was pale and creamy in the soft light, and the lacy red bra made her look anything but innocent. Because that thing wasn’t demure. It was sexy as hell, with cups that supported more than they covered, and straps that did absolutely nothing but make me groan and stroke a little harder.
“You still good?” Cord asked, his hands sliding up and down her sides, but his gaze shifted from her eyes to the swells of her breasts.
“I might be a virgin, but I’m not completely clueless. I… I have toys. A vibrator.”
I groaned, picturing her naked in bed, her thighs parted and her getting off to a thick vibrating dildo. That was never happening again.
“You put it inside you? Fucked yourself with it?” Cord asked.
Gibson had said Cord was a doctor, which meant he wasn’t shy about talking about the body.
“Yes. If you’re worried about it hurting—sex, I mean—it won’t,” she replied.
I grinned. “Beautiful, were any of your toys this big?”
She looked at me over her shoulder, then dropped her gaze to my lap. Her eyes flared wide. Yeah, as I thought. I was big and while I didn’t want to hurt her… ever, her tight pussy might have been opened up by some silicone, but it had never experienced a real dick. Or two. I couldn’t wait to watch her face as I filled her to the brim.
“No. Can I… can I touch it?”
I swallowed, then wiped a spurt of pre-cum with my thumb. “Beautiful, you can do anything you want with it.”
She glanced at Cord, who nodded, then she climbed off his lap and came over to me. Dropped to her knees. Licked her lips.
Cord growled.
Holy fuck. This was what I’d been missing my whole life.
8
RACHEL
This was crazy. Absolutely nuts. I was about to punch my V-card with not one, but two hot men.
Whom I’d just met today.
Except they didn’t feel like strangers. They felt familiar in ways I couldn’t understand. They were protective and tender and attentive as hell. The fact that they’d fought each other for me…
Swoon.
I’d given Chester exactly one blow job. Well, a partial one. He’d just graduated college. I was a senior in high school. I’d gotten tipsy at a charity ball and we were tucked away in the back corner of the cloakroom. I’d just figured out how to get him in my mouth when someone came for their coat.
We’d both been so mortified, we never tried to do anything again.
That’s what I told myself, anyway.
Now that I was looking at Nash’s cock, though, I knew that wasn’t true. I just hadn’t been attracted to Chester. Because the moment I gripped the base of Nash’s cock, my hips writhed with pleasure. Need. I licked around the head of it, paying attention to the cleft at the base, then teasing the slit with my tongue. I’d seen enough porn being in a sorority—and hearing the other girls talk—to know what to do. A bead of pre-cum formed and I tasted Nash’s essence, salty and warm.
Nash’s breath was uneven. His fingers burrowed into my hair. I lifted my gaze to meet his. His blue eyes glowed in the lamplight, and his nostrils flared. “Don’t stop.” He already sounded desperate. Wild.