The glide of her tongue over mine and the flavor of her mouth pushed me closer to the orgasm building in my system. Declan’s tongue worked my shaft as I plunged in and out of his mouth.
He jerked my pants down. One hand fondled my nuts while the fingers of the other forced their way between my ass cheeks to tap at my hole, and I lost it.
A kaleidoscope of color burst open behind my closed eyelids. Leaving her mouth, I looked down and groaned through gritted teeth as cum exploded from my dick, filling Declan’s mouth till it overflowed and dribbled down his chin.
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight.”
Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Marcie jumped from the counter, her hands fumbling under her baggy sweatshirt. I yanked her to me, kissed her deep and quick.
“Go get cleaned up, colibrí.”
She nodded but didn’t move. I gave her a shove and smacked her ass for good measure.
She jumped, looked over her shoulder as an ‘eep’ slipped from her kiss-swollen lips. Indignant fire filled her eyes, and I arched a brow as I tucked my cock back in my pants. When her eyes dropped to my crotch and her tongue dragged over those bee stung looking lips, I nearly said fuck it and shoved her face into the counter and my cock in her cum drenched cunt
Instead, I said, “Move. Now. Or get an actual spanking and not just a good girl pop on the ass.”
She took off like a shot from my sniper rifle, and I smirked after her.
“Well, that was fun.”
I turned to see Declan drying his face and hands, and I laughed so hard my sides hurt.
20
MARCIE
Two days later, after the conversation in the kitchen that first night, along with the dancing the next morning, all the little moments since have played in my head like a movie reel. Watching them love one another, and including me, even the small amount they had, felt right in a way nothing ever had. Casual touches, heated glances, and the inclusive feeling that washed over me whenever I was near either of them, but especially when it was the three of us, it all mixed together in this slurry of emotion that my brain turned into the most magnificent movie. And I couldn’t get enough.
But it was the incidents in the kitchen and the one hall that lived and breathed in my mind that Istillcouldn’t get out of my head. Nor did I want to.
When I raced away from the two most beautiful, sinfully, sexy men I’d ever seen that night in the hallway, who were most definitely together, a litany ofOh, my Godlooped through my brain like a ticker tape. I thought I’d missed out, so I rounded the corner, but stopped dead in my tracks as indecision and second-guesses pummeled me.
What’s wrong with me? I’ll never get this chance again.
I turned back.
They’re married. They can’t possibly want me to intrude.
I spun toward my room. Took two steps. Then Declan’s voice drifted toward me.
“She might not wanna play with you, but… I do.”
But I do wanna play.
I turned back around, tiptoeing to the corner, and peeked around it. Hayden stalked toward Declan, who was stroking his shaft while he taunted the bigger man. He backed into the bedroom, and Hayden followed. I sighed in defeat as Hayden grabbed the door.
But then he turned, looked right at me, and winked.
“Eeep!”
I rushed toward my room, chastising myself the entire way. I opened the door, shut it behind me, and fell back against it.
I’d gone to bed that night determined to put them out of my head. It didn’t work. I tossed and turned until I finally flopped onto my back and let my fingers relieve the tension they’d created with the show they’d given me.
I still couldn’t believe I spied on them. It was bad enough that I caught them in the act. But to turn around and spy on them? That was just too much.
Or was it?
