“Yes,” she said, her voice a soft sigh. “Right there.”
Yeah, honey. Come all over me.” He tensed his abdomen and thrust upward into her. “Come. For me.”
When her first contraction hugged his cock, he let go. His climax seized him with blinding force, starting with tiny spasms in his balls and then blazing outward along the length of him. He emptied into her, gave her his heart and soul along with his seed. If only…
She came along with him, both of them thrusting, and her sheer beauty mesmerized him. Her tight body tensed, and drips of perspiration fell from her hairline down her cheeks, her neck, her breasts. Her red nipples taunted him, begged for his mouth. When his spasms slowed, he reached for her.
Damn the restraints! “Let me go now, Eve. Please. Let me hold you.”
“Wow, Jonny. That was…wow.” She eased off his still-hard cock, slid up his moist body and untied him.
Once free, he wrapped his arms around her and held her against him. He brushed his hands over her sleek, moist shoulders, fondled her swollen breasts, tweaked her puckered red nipples, caressed her thighs, her wet folds. He couldn’t touch her enough. Being restrained had made him want her even more.
“I love you so much, Eve.”
She didn’t respond. He didn’t expect it. But he hoped he’d shown her tonight what she meant to him.
“You feel good,” she said.
“You do too.” He kissed the top of her head, inhaled her exotic bouquet of arousal and sex. The pure love in his heart for this woman overwhelmed him. “And the night is still young.”
Chapter Six
Eve spent two days away from the loft. She’d rented a hotel room next to her studio and danced as much as she could.
When she wasn’t dancing, she thought about her nights with Jon and Brian. She went over every little detail in her mind. Every kiss, every caress. Every word exchanged. How Brian had introduced her to anal sex, releasing her inhibitions enough that she could try her fantasy of bondage with Jon. Both had given her so much. She had loved being controlled by Brian, had loved controlling Jon. Yet surely something would surface. One little thing that would convince her she loved one more than the other.
Nothing had materialized. She loved them both. Wanted them both. Needed them both.
Flawed. She was definitely flawed.
Now she stood outside the door of the loft she shared with her two best friends. Her two lovers. The two people who meant the world to her. Though she hadn’t yet decided between them, she was prepared to make them an offer. An offer she hoped they wouldn’t refuse.
She breathed in deeply, let it out slowly, and opened the door. Jon sat on the couch, his head in his hands. Brian sat on the piano bench, his elbows on the ivories. Both so beautiful, both so tortured. All because of her and her stupid-ass flaws. They expected her to choose one or neither of them.
Boy, were they in for a surprise.
“Hi, guys.” Her voice trembled.
Jon rose, kissed her on the cheek. Then Brian, his signature kiss to her fingertips. How could she do this?
“I’ve missed you, sweetheart,” Brian said.
“Me too,” Jon echoed.
“I’ve missed you both.” No lie. They were all she’d thought about. She paced out of the front room and then back in. “We need to talk.”
“We know,” Jon said. “We’ve been waiting.”
Tears misted her eyes. “You want to sit down? At the table in the kitchen? Or here?” God, she was rambling. Who cared where they sat?
“How about here?” Jon sat on the front room couch and patted the space next to him. “Sit here, between Bri and me.”
“Good idea.” Brian plunked onto the other end of the sofa.
Eve sighed and sat down in the middle. She stared straight ahead at the blank screen of the television. “I don’t know how to say this.”
Brian took her hand and squeezed it. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Whatever you decide is fine with Jon and me. We’ve talked it out, haven’t we, bud?”