Chapter Twelve
They tooka ride up and down the strip, then the driver dropped them at the Wynn—Hunter’s order.
He held Serena close as he lazily invited Quinn up to their room without hesitation.
She’d created a monster.
“Drinks?” she asked demurely as they entered their suite.
Hunter laughed and curled his hand over the nape of her neck, pulling her in for another dirty kiss. He’d given her plenty of these in the limo, but it still took her breath away to be consumed like this in front of his friend.
“Later,” he said roughly, leading her to one of the couches.
She gasped as he settled her in his lap, then turned her almost immediately to face their guest. Her skirt rucked up nearly to her hips and any second now, Quinn would be reminded that she wasn’t wearing any panties—because Hunter had stripped them off her in the limo.
She wasn’t sure if she should press her thighs together, or spread them wide open. Just the thought of the latter made her wet all over again. It also terrified her, and she twisted her head, pressing her face into Hunter’s neck.
“I’ve gotcha, beautiful,” he said, pressing a hand low on her belly. “And Quinn looks like he’s dying for a bit of a show.”
A moan slipped out of her mouth. Her head and her body were on two very different pages. Maybe this was a disastrous idea. Great in theory, dangerous in reality.
“Having second thoughts?” He kept going, his voice level and calm, even with a hint of heat.
“I don’t know,” she whispered. She breathed in, the spicy, woodsy scent of his cologne grounding her. She was inHunter’sarms. His hands were on her thighs now. His voice in her ear. But she needed to hear him say he wanted this, too. It wasn’t enough that he was delivering her fantasy. If this was just for her, she wanted to keep it at dirty talk and flirting, and have her body just be for Hunter.
“I’m all for having fun tonight. Does that help?” He rocked his erection against her ass. “Feel that? That’s how hard I am at the thought of Quinn seeing how wet you get. You’re fucking gorgeous, and I want to share you with him tonight.”
Her clit tightened to the point of pain as he talked. Pressing her thighs together against the ache, she shifted restlessly, which just moved her against his arousal—and that didn’t help. “I don’t want to be reckless,” she whispered.
“Yes, you do,” he laughed in her ear. “It makes youdrip. Let’s show Quinn just how reckless you want to be.”
Serena blinked, lifting her head enough to see Hunter’s friend. He was sprawled out on the opposite couch, his arms spread wide across the tops of the cushions.
He gave her a slow, hungry smile, then shifted his gaze to Hunter. “I’m game for anything. Or nothing. Your rules.”
Part of her wanted to protest that it was her body, her rules, but she couldn’t because even as that thought flicked through her brain, she was sagging back against Hunter in relief.Yes. If he set the rules, there’d be no risk of going too far and losing him. Not that she wanted to go far at all, actually. Right now, what she wanted more than anything was Hunter inside her, above her, his words filling her with reassurance that they were okay. That she was still the woman he could see himself growing old with.
“My rules?” Hunter laughed again, tightening his grip on Serena. “Everything you do is about making her come. Use your fingers, lick her beautiful pussy. Use a condom if she asks you to fuck her. And if she wants to suck your cock, no coming.”
Did she want that? Her fantasy had always been two men inside her at once. But to suck another man? She shook her head.
Hunter pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “Okay. No blow jobs.”
Quinn nodded, an easy, knowing look on his face. “Sounds good. Maybe she should start off on her knees for you, then.”
“You want that, beautiful?” Hunter whispered in her ear. She nodded and he turned her so she slithered off his lap and onto the floor. He hung on to her skirt as she moved, baring her ass fully to his friend. When she whimpered, he cupped her face in his hands, blocking everything else out. Just him and her. “You’re so gorgeous. Quinn has such an raging hard-on right now, and I should hate him for it, but I don’t.I don’t. This is fucking hot, it’s just tonight, and it doesn’t change a thing about who owns your heart, right?”
“I’m yours,” she whispered. She tried to bury her face in his lap, but he held firm.
“Mine.” He squeezed her jaw, just enough to make her gasp, her lips parting. He grinned. “And I want your mouth on my cock.”
Like the greedy sex slut she secretly was, she pushed up on her knees, rising up enough to circle Hunter’s erection with her hand and then cover it with her mouth. He jerked against her tongue and she swallowed him deeper, eager for his unique scent to fill her senses and brand her from the inside out.His.
Twisting her hand as she stroked up and down, she set an easy pace. This was just the appetizer. She still wasn’t quite sure how the whole sharing thing would go down, but—
Oh.
There were hands on her hips. Her bare ass. Her thighs. And they weren’t Hunter’s.
