Pleasure Bound

Zeke jerked back and gazed down to see Marie and Ty holding his cock. Marie released him and Ty knelt down in front of him. When Ty’s lips encircled Zeke’s cockhead, then drew him inside, Zeke could feel an intense need building in his gut.

He wanted this. Oh God, he wanted Ty to suck his cock. To give him an orgasm.

Ty dove down, taking Zeke deep, then slowly glided back. Forward again, then back. Pleasure washed through Zeke in intense waves. Two more strokes and Zeke felt it happening. His balls tightened. His nerve endings quivered. Heat shot through him as he ejaculated inside Ty’s mouth.

* * *

Zeke’s eyelids jerked open and he stared at the darkness around him. A dream. It had been a fucking dream.

As he felt the damp, sticky fluid on his belly, he realized it had been a very hot … and very wet … dream.

What the fuck was going on?

* * *

Marie felt Ty’s firm masculine back against her cheek. She wrapped her arms around his waist, snuggled closer, and sighed. Slowly, she opened her eyelids to the bright morning sunlight streaming into the room.

A blue eye stared back at her.

She started, then realized it was a tattoo.

Tattoo? But Ty didn’t have a tattoo. A fog surrounded her brain as she grasped at memories of last night. It had been Ty she’d gone to bed with, not Zeke. Hadn’t it? But …

She stared at the tattoo, then lurched back.

“Zeke?”

Something was very wrong. The dragon on Zeke’s chest had blue eyes, but wasn’t the tattoo on Zeke’s back a large green-eyed dragon? But this was a bird of some sort. Long and stylized with blue eyes, and crimson and blue feathers.

Abruptly, he rolled over and glared at her. Strands of straight sandy brown hair—not black waves—fell across his forehead.

“Ty!” Oh God, what the heck was going on?

“That’s right. And don’t forget it.”

The brimstone in his brown eyes and the commanding note in his voice startled her. It was so unlike him. So … intimidating. So … sexy.

He grabbed her and dragged her into his arms, then captured her lips in an aggressive, passionate kiss. Overpowering her with intense masculinity.

“I’m the one who made love to you last night. Not Zeke.”

She nodded, wide-eyed. Saturday morning Ty had found her sprawled on her bed, naked and bound. He had made love to her then … and again later. And again in the evening. They hadn’t been able to get enough of each other. They had finally collapsed in each other’s arms and fallen asleep.

“I know…” she said. “I … It’s just that … I didn’t know you had a tattoo. I thought I must have … gotten confused.”

The thunderous expression seeped from his face.

“Tattoo? Right. I was going to explain about that. I—”

He seemed about to apologize, so she silenced him with a finger over his lips.

“No, I like it. I find it … sexy.”

He smiled. “Really?” Then his smile faded. “Because it reminds you of Zeke?”

“No, because it shows me another side of you. A sort of … dangerous side.”

His eyebrows lowered. “And you like that?”