Because the others were paid to pleasure both of us. I shoved that thought away.
Seth seemed to be struggling to focus on anything beyond Collin’s fingers fondling his dick. He jerked his hips and gasped. “Yeah.”
Yeah? Bastard wasn’t even paying attention.
Collin let go of him and stepped back with his hands on his narrow hips. Assessment narrowed his eyes. Protectiveness dominated his statue-like posture. Of course, he’d teased me my entire life, but one disrespectful twitch from Seth and the night would be over.
Seth snapped his head up, his eyes darting between us. “No. I mean…” He made a show of ogling me from tits to heels. “You’re soft in all the right places, Mrs. Baskel.”
I bristled at the inflection he’d put on my maiden name. “Baskel is my identity.” I’d kept my name so I wouldn’t just be the wife of the famous Collin Anderson. “Doesn’t make us less married.”
Collin rubbed his chin, his thumb moving over the deep cleft there, his disapproval clear in the juts of his sharp cheekbones. He lowered his hand. “Do you have a problem with this arrangement, Seth?”
A flinch lifted Seth’s shoulders. “No. Sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it.” His arms hung at his sides, and his head descended toward his chest.
Way to go, Kaci. I climbed onto the bed and rolled to my back, propping up on my elbows. “It’s fine.” I raised a leg and rested the spike of the heel on Seth’s thigh, nudging him. “I didn’t kill the mood, did I?”
A moment of hesitation stifled the air. I met Collin’s eyes and waited for him to ask for a night alone with his lover. But he wanted me there in his fucked up way. I could count on one hand the number of times he’d had sex without my participation. He sought my presence as a tangible form of approval, his own acceptance of his sexuality hanging on the intolerant opinions of his political party.
He glanced at Seth’s hard-on, which jerked under his heated gaze. “Do you want to fuck my wife?”
“Yes.” A thick inhale sharpened his answer. He gripped my ankle and used it to widen my legs, his other hand cupping the back of my opposite knee.
When his lips touched my inner thigh, I melted into the mattress and cupped my breasts, rolling the sensitive nipples between my fingers. His mouth trailed a warm path to the apex of my legs. Keep going. My thighs trembled, and the steel ring piercing my clit added pressure to the needy pulsations.
At the last inch, he swerved to the side, over my hipbone, and along my ribs.
I ground my teeth, but I refused to lower myself to demanding things he wasn’t inclined to do.
His mouth moved up my body, and he brushed my hand from my tit to bite down on the nipple. Sharp, chilling pain shot through me, sparking a spasm along my inner muscles.
“Ahhh.” My gasps cut off when Seth captured my mouth.
The quick, assertive kiss slid away as his lips tickled over my cheek and his cock pressed against my opening. The back of Collin’s hand brushed my inner thigh, his fingers sliding up and down Seth’s length.
God, I was so wet, so damned ready. He could slip right in, and in the span of a shuddering breath, he did. His thickness filled me with a burst of body-tingling pleasure. I searched his flushed face, and he seemed to be as aroused as I was, given the parted lips, stuttering breaths, and shiny eyes holding mine.
His intensity heated when a bottle of lube landed on the mattress. He thrust frantically at the sight of it, his gaze falling away to catch a glimpse of the man behind him.
I stretched to meet Collin’s eyes, slipping my hands over his to help him spread the hard muscles of Seth’s ass.
Collin watched me until the moment he thrust, his dark lashes lowering as his hips slammed against Seth’s backside. I hated when he did that, when he broke eye contact to focus on the body between us. At the same time, it would’ve been weird as fuck to stare into his eyes as we got off. That just wasn’t the nature of our relationship, and dwelling on it left me cold inside.
With Seth’s entire focus on Collin now, my thoughts fled to a comforting place, forming images of Evader’s sculpted body moving over me, his kiss-swollen lips, and the vicious stretch of his arousal. I imagined him making love to my body with fire and ferocity, his concentration on me, on my pleasure, and nothing else.
Collin’s head fell back. The tendons in his neck rose against his flushed skin, and his body jerked into another ruthless plunge. Then he fucked me the only way he could…with another man’s cock.
The weight of both men ground against my pierced clit. I flexed my hips, working toward that glorious edge. All I could think about was satisfying the urgent need for release with a man I’d never met. Greedy as I was, maybe I could reach it more than once before they finished.