He groans. “Woman.”

It makes me laugh, and okay, maybe I do enjoy being a tease. I don’t want to go back and strip—not that Blue would want me to—but that was one part I enjoyed. Blue slides his hand lower, dipping into the wetness there, while I lift my shirt over my head and toss it aside.

The cups of my bra are barely holding my breasts, especially with the way I’m spread open, sprawled on Blue’s lap. It only takes a shimmy and they’re spilling over, my nipples peaking just above the lace edge.

“That’s right, baby,” Blue says, the approval in his voice warming me.

He does more than praise me. He gives me a reward in the form of two fingers inside.

West can’t really see my pussy, but it’s not hard to imagine what Blue’s doing with his hand down my shorts and his forearm rippling as he moves. It’s not that hard to hear it either, over our labored breathing—the wet sounds of his fingers inside me.

Blue doesn’t even need to finger fuck me anymore, because I’m fucking his hand, my hips moving without my awareness, mindlessly seeking more of him. I want him deep inside me, where only his cock can reach. I want him slick and hard and relentless.

I’m so close it hurts, close enough that each thrust of his fingers against my inner walls, each brush of his palm on my clit feels like it will push me over, like it has to push me over or I’ll go insane. But I can only hover on the edge, held in place by some long-dormant feeling—embarrassment? Shame?

And West, bless him. He sees that. “Do you want me to go?” he asks me.

He asks me, not Blue.

“Do you want to?” I manage, still breathless, still hurting. Still humping Blue’s fingers.

“God, no,” West says, voice tight. Body tight. He looks like he’s about to snap right in half. “I want to help Blue finish that job, even if he doesn’t need it. I want to kneel down in front of you and taste that cream you’re making for him.”

I shudder. Oh God. Blue can already drive me crazy with his words. Now West is here. I’d never survive. I’d love every second, but I’d never survive.

“But I’m not going to,” West says, and I can’t help the relief I feel. Can’t help the disappointment either. “Maybe one day you’ll invite me to taste you, and I’ll wait until then—even if that day never comes. Tonight I’m just going to sit here and watch the most gorgeous fucking sight I’ve ever seen.”

His praise washes over me, mixing with Blue’s approval. I’ve been used and groped in the Grand. I’ve even been put up on a pedestal by some poor sap with more money than sense. I’ve never been seen for what I am, never been worshipped wearing only a bra and cutoff shorts.

Never had two powerful men so intent on my pleasure.

“Come,” Blue whispers in my ear. It’s just for me, that command. I couldn’t ignore it any more than I could stop a tidal wave. It washes over me, and then I’m tumbling, long gone, adrift in the heady orgasm while I watch West through sated eyes.

He leans forward as I come—not to touch me. He just rests his elbows on his knees, gaze intent, soaking up every second of my orgasm, like he’s storing the images away for later.

That’s all he’ll have, images.

My body is still shaking from aftershocks when Blue hauls me out of the chair. He slaps my ass. “Bedroom.”

I love it when he gets all caveman, but I can barely walk. My legs are wobbly. And besides, are we going to leave West high and dry?

“Now,” Blue growls.

Apparently we are. I’m still weak, but I manage to stagger to the bedroom with Blue not far behind. He slaps my ass a couple more times to speed me up.

He shuts the door to shut us in then strides across the room.

I shift, looking at the closed door. “Is West going to be okay?”

“He’s a big boy,” Blue says, tossing a pillow on the bed. Then another, right on top of it. “Now get the rest of your clothes off.”

I comply without giving it another thought, even though I’m still stuck on the West thing. “He seemed pretty hard up. That little show might’ve been more mean than helpful.”

Blue stares at me hard before a slow smile spreads across his face. “You want to do more with West, don’t you?”

My cheeks heat. “No.”

“Fuck yes, you do. But not tonight. He can fuck his fist tonight and dream about the pussy I’m getting.” He pats the pile of pillows. “Now bend over. You’re going to need the support.”

A jolt of pure lust has me rushing to obey. I feel so exposed when he props me up this way, my ass and pussy on display. And I’m even more vulnerable when he gets behind me and slides his cock inside. My mouth opens on a silent scream. As much as I crave his fullness, it’s still a shock every time.

He drapes his chest over my back, and it’s like I’m being held down. Even if I got myself into this, it makes me want to fight. And I do squirm, testing my boundaries, seeing how much give I have. Not much.

“Shhh.” Blue runs a hand down my side, from my breasts to my thigh, like I’m an animal he’s soothing. Or like an animal he’s training. “Relax, beautiful. This isn’t going to be quick.”

I don’t tell him that I thought it would be. I’m so worked up even though I just came, and he’s rock hard inside me. I figured we’d fuck fast and furious—and at first that’s what we do. He pushes inside me, deep and merciless, more focused on getting himself off than me. He doesn’t touch my clit. He just uses my pussy to pleasure his cock.

He comes with a low groan. “Fuck, baby.”

My hips work against his, trying to get off in the precious minutes before he pulls out. A rough slap on my ass makes me freeze.

“We’re not done,” he says, and only then do I realize he’s still hard inside me. Even though my walls are bathed in his come, even though he has my hips slanted so it’ll slide down into me, the right way, he’s still fucking. I squeeze my muscles, and he grunts in appreciation.

“How are you doing this?” I moan, clutching the sheets in my fists. I’m about halfway to collapsing, only the pillows holding me up. He’s still hard and thrusting and furious behind me.

“It’s you, beautiful. You make me this way. Always have.”

I shudder. “Need you.”

He freezes for a long moment. When his hips move again, they snap with an urgency he didn’t have before. He’s lost some of his rhythm, some of his charm. He’s only a rutting animal now, a beast. I feel mounted, I feel violated, and it’s so hot I have to bite the pillow to keep from making a sound.

“No.” His hand wraps in my hair and pulls. “Let me hear you. Let him hear you too. Give him something good to listen to while he works himself raw.”

I don’t want to, I’m fighting it, but then the angle changes and his cock hits that place inside me—the one that makes me cry out. There’s no one to cry to, no one to save me. Only Blue with his beautiful, merciless cock. Only West on the other side of the wall, probably getting off to the agony.

Chapter Four

There are a couple of ways I wake up. One is with Blue over me, between my thighs, thrusting inside me, my body slick, already prepared for him while sleeping.

This morning I wake up with his tongue buried in my folds, legs spread wide. He swipes over my clit, and I moan, rocking up to meet him in sleepy undulations. My orgasm is swift and powerful, leaving me shaking and begging him wordlessly to stop.

He gives me one more lick that has me gasping with too much sensation.

Then he pulls himself up beside my collapsed body, his cock still hard. “Morning,” he says in that low sleep-roughened timbre.

I can only sigh out a response and hope it sounds coherent.

He strokes my breasts, plucking at my nipples, playing with them idly. “I was thinking, since West has to go to the club today and he doesn’t have a car yet, maybe you can go with him. Show him around a little.”