Boner was right about one thing. She was hot as hell when she was doing this. I gave him a look to remind him not to interrupt again. He’d had his say. He didn't need to jump on mine.
Okay, I didn't mind too much. As long as he didn't intrude when I was fucking our woman. That would be annoying.
Boner opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again, giving me a smile before he turned to speak to Harlow instead.
"Should I hold another party at the gallery? We know Getzoff likes those."
"And the bad guys," Harlow said.
Her eyes glazed, remembering how Solomon Danforth was at that party. They'd spoken briefly. He was an old friend of her father, a former mentor. She had no way of knowing he was really Eros, not until he revealed himself.
His identity, that is, not his dick. I'd say lucky for him, but he ended up dead anyway. And in several pieces. His death was one of the most satisfying, I have to say. Because of what he was to Harlow and because I might have held a grudge after he tied me to a chair. If there was anything I hated, it was being confinedlike that. Also thinking I might die at any moment. That wasn't fun either.
"Another party would be too obvious," I said. "What about something at one of the restaurants?"
"We’ve already had the grand opening," Harlow said regretfully. She seemed frustrated, like we squandered the perfect opportunity to trap our enemies "There's nothing else on the itinerary. The place is booked out for the next year at least." She should be celebrating that, not looking like someone kicked her kitten.
"What about Angel's Rest?" Cass asked. "I know it's smaller but maybe something there." He toyed with the hair that hung over his forehead, like he couldn't decide if he should shove it back out of the way or pull it down further. Torn between hiding himself and leaving himself exposed.
"That's a good idea," I said slowly.
I told Harlow what to add to the list, and she wrote them down in her neat, precise handwriting. Of course she even wrote prettily.
Finally, she tossed the notepad and pen onto the table in front of her and leaned back. "Until then, we might as well get some rest."
"I have an idea before we get any rest," I said, reaching for her.
CHAPTER 18
HARLOW
For the second time in a handful of hours, I found myself naked, this time stretched out on the couch, not on the kitchen floor, and surrounded by four men, not one. In spite of having fucked Cass earlier, I was ready for another round, almost as though I hadn't had an orgasm at all.
Cass said something to Boner, who nodded and knelt down beside him, in front of me.
Together they eased my legs apart and inched forward between them, the sides of their faces pressed against the insides of my thighs.
Boner's tongue flicked out, teasing my pussy, making me quiver.
Then it was Cass' tongue, as he did the same thing.
Without any particular rhythm, they took turns, tasting me and teasing me, lapping at my clit. Every so often they'd break away from me and kiss each other in a mashing of lips and tongues and arousal.
They broke away from each other and exchanged a glance and a nod.
Boner eased a finger inside me, his hand palm up. Cass did the same but palm down, below Boner's, so their knuckles were rubbing against each other, fingers stroking my insides.
My eyes widened.
"Oh my god," I whispered. One of them fucking me with their hand was amazing. Two of them was out of this world. Could this get any better?
As if he read my mind, Archer inched over and knelt beside me, stroking his engorged cock with his hand.
One hand on the couch for balance, I wrapped the other around his length, stroking him right in front of my face. So close I could smell the pre-cum on his tip.
I turned my face and licked, wanting, needing, to taste him.
He groaned. "You have the best tongue," he whispered.
