The Architect (Nashville Neighborhood 3)

He gasped abruptly, pulling completely out of me at the same time he released my head, sliding his hands out from beneath Travis’s so he could drive his fingertips hard across my still-smarting backside. “You’re too fucking good, you know that? You’re going to make me come if I don’t stop.”

I wanted to sob at the loss of him, but as the sting of his slap lingered, Clay scooped me up and hauled me against him. His voice was as rough as his spanking had been, but darker and infinitely hotter.

“You want him?” he asked as I stared at the other man.

Clay’s face was right beside mine, and although I couldn’t really see him, I sensed his gaze was on Travis in the same way mine was. It took in the landscape of Travis’s beautiful body and the throbbing dick that was clenched in his hand. It followed the slow stroke of his fist and watched the tendons twist and flex in his powerful arm.

It was said so hushed, I couldn’t tell if it was an order or a plea from Clay. “Tell him you want him.”

Truer words had never been spoken, and I locked eyes with Travis’s intense ones. “I want you.”

Lightning crackled around us as he moved to lie down with his back against the pillows at the head of the bed. His sexy expression said it all. Come here.

But Clay kept hold of me with an arm around my chest, preventing that, and flung a finger at the man stretched out before us. “Get on him but face me. I want to play with you while you’re fucking him.”

It injected more heat into me, and I was burning alive. Even the marrow of my bones seemed to be on fire, and lust made me clumsy, so when he released me, it was awkward trying to climb up over the end of the bed. Somehow, I managed. I crawled on my hands and knees across the rumpled sheets toward Travis.

He sat up, meeting me halfway, and kissed me. Maybe he wanted to get it in now, because he wouldn’t be able to once I turned around and climbed on top of him.

I handled mounting him with as much grace as possible, and he shifted beneath my straddling legs to help line us up. Clay was on his feet at the end of the bed, watching and waiting, his gaze pinned to the junction of my legs and the man whose rigid cock teased back and forth.

When it began to creep inside, Clay’s gaze rose, gliding over my stomach and my bare breasts until it reached my eyes. I was trapped there, unable to look away as I slid down inch by inch. Even as the enjoyable stretch of Travis made my mouth round into a silent oh, my gaze didn’t waver.

I was barely seated on him before he began to move. The thigh muscles beneath me hardened and flexed with his thrusts—shallow at first, until I could sink deeper on him.

My moan was a starting bell to Clay, who was on his knees on the bed beside us instantly, one hand roughly gripping the hair at the back of my head and the other cupping my breast.

I gasped and panted, but he swallowed it. His mouth slammed over mine, lashing his tongue at me as if I didn’t deserve his cruel kiss but he was going to give it to me anyway. Travis drove into me and had a hand on my ass to encourage me to keep up with his demanding tempo, which meant Clay had to follow the rock of my body to keep kissing me as I rode Travis.

This bed was on fire.

I covered Travis’s hand on my ass with my own and gasped as Clay’s pinch on my nipple went white-hot. It didn’t stay there, though. He broke our kiss and replaced his harsh fingers with even meaner teeth.

“Shit,” I swore in pain and pleasure, threading fingers through his hair. My body was conflicted, not knowing if I wanted to pull him away or hold his head there. Tremors graduated up my legs, making me vibrate. Groans of satisfaction punched from Travis’s lungs, and drew escalating ones from me.

They grew louder when Clay’s fingertips traced a line down over the flat of my shuttering stomach, venturing lower.

As his fingers discovered my clit, he pulled back to watch what he was doing. To study how he was touching me and my response to the way he rubbed tight circles and made me moan. Whenever it started to feel a little too good, his stinging pinch on my sensitive nub cured that right up.

And when the pain faded, I couldn’t help but think about how intimately close he was to touching Travis. What if that accidentally happened? What if either man wanted it to happen?