Austin and April were sitting on the couch and …
“What the hell’s going on?”
The two of them had been sitting close together, leaning in as if they were about to kiss. Then Austin had pulled away when he saw Quinn.
“We were just talking,” Austin said.
Quinn knew damn well they weren’t just talking, and jealousy trickled through him that April was so comfortable with Austin. But he pushed it aside. It was actually a good thing. That meant that she was fully on board with what they were about to do.
“Actually, I think you were about to kiss.”
April stood up. “Quinn, you’re not really going to be mad at Austin, given the situation, are you?”
He laughed. “Not at all. I just didn’t want you starting without me.”
He walked toward them, the cold bottle of champagne tucked under his arm. He set it on the low table and popped the cork. As he poured, the liquid tumbled into the glasses, frothing with bubbles. He handed a glass to each of them, then sat down in one of the armchairs and leaned back.
He lifted his glass. “To a night none of us will ever forget.”
* * *
April watched Quinn tip back his glass as she took a sip of hers. Her stomach quivered, and she barely tasted it, both nervous and excited at the prospect of what was about to happen.
Quinn turned his gaze to her, then patted his thigh.
“Come here, April, and sit on my lap,” Quinn instructed.
Her stomach fluttered as she walked to him. As she got closer, his gaze darkened. Gone was the tenderness she’d seen in his eyes when he’d kissed her like he had that first time. It was replaced with a lustful hunger.
She sat on his lap. His thigh
s were hard and muscular beneath her. He turned her to face him and pulled her tightly to his chest.
“No more reminiscing and sentiment. This is about straight-up sex.” Quinn stared straight at her, a predatory hunger shining in the depths of his midnight-blue eyes.
His mouth swooped down on hers, and his hand slid down her back, pulling her closer still. Her heart thundered, and heat blossomed inside her. He caressed her ass and then squeezed. Her skirt pulled up a bit, reminding her that she was naked under the fabric.
His lips were firm and demanding, taking her breath away. Then they turned coaxing, and she found herself melting against him, conscious of her breasts crushed against his chest, her nipples spiking forward. As he continued to stroke her ass, his fingers sometimes brushed over her intimate flesh through the thin cotton. Her inner muscles contracted, and she could feel dampness forming.
Finally, he drew his mouth away and smiled at her.
“Now turn around and face Austin.”
She turned on Quinn’s lap. Austin was on the couch watching them, his teal eyes dark and glittering with desire.
“Show Austin how you’d like him to touch you,” Quinn murmured in her ear, his breath sending tingles along her neck.
She pressed her hands to her breasts and stroked, aware of Austin following her movements. Thinking about his fingers moving over her. Electric heat surged through her as her nipples blossomed to hard buds.
“Mmm, I love watching you touch yourself like that,” Quinn murmured softly. “Are your nipples growing hard?”
“Yes, sir.” Her words came out a hoarse whisper.
His fingers curled around her waist, and he stroked up and down. Then one hand glided over her stomach and pulled her tighter to him. The feel of Quinn’s cock, hard and thick, pressing against her back, almost made her gasp. Her heart pounded as heat washed through her.
Austin sat mesmerized, his gaze locked on the two of them. She could see a bulge forming in his pants. She longed to go and touch it. To wrap her fingers around it through the fabric. To hear his breathing accelerate as she stroked him.
She reached around behind her and found Quinn’s cock, then squeezed it. The feel of his thick column in her hand made her quiver with need. But he drew her hand away and placed it back on her breast.