Different.

Yet part of Syon.

It defied thought. The only thing that mattered was the pulsing need moving between them. Syon pressed up behind her, his cock hard against her lower back. Ramsey’s was hard against her stomach as she rose up on her toes to connect with his lips.

His kiss was a slow exploration of her mouth. He teased her lower lip, slipping along it before licking it. She tried to kiss him harder, but he held her back, gripping her nape to control her, and made sure she felt him doing it. He pulled away, just an inch, and shot her a look full of dominance.

She twisted his nipple bar in response. For a moment, they were caught in a tangle of defiance and the need for control. He demanded; she hissed in his face. Syon chuckled behind her.

“She’s ginger, Rams.”

“That’s the best part,” Ramsey said before claiming her mouth in a soul-shattering kiss.

There was nothing nice about it. He pressed her mouth open, storming her senses with a kiss that awakened a need to shove back at him. She grabbed his hair and kissed him back, to the delight of those watching. They roared with approval, trying to touch her.

Syon and Ramsey weren’t sharing. They moved her between them, blocking those groping hands and keeping her for themselves. She lost track of who was touching her where, twisting around to kiss Syon as she trailed her fingers down Ramsey’s open vest.

Her senses were reeling, her blood pulsing with the beat, her body on the edge, but she didn’t want to give in. She wanted to resist release, because it would end the moment.

Syon didn’t give her a choice. He cupped her mons, rubbing it hard as Ramsey thrust against her back. She shuddered, sensation tearing through her. Syon captured her cry with his mouth, Ramsey holding her up as her knees went weak. They held her through it, rocking her, supporting her, delighting her…

Completely.

Chapter 5

The air-conditioning was on.

Kate felt the slight vibration of it as cool air brushed her chest.

“Waking up hungover is a lot better when it happens next to you, Kate.”

Her eyes flew open wide. She was staring at Ramsey, and he was looking at her chest. Her corset was missing, only her thin, transparent chemise top still on.

“You’ve got mouthwatering tits, girl.”

He reached out and traced one of her nipples, his eyes closing against the light.

She looked down, her breath coming out in a little rush when she realized he was still wearing his pants.

“Yeah.” Ramsey opened his eyes and caught her blushing. “Would have been a shame to be too drunk to remember having you.”

“The three of you were wasted,” Taz said from somewhere across the room, taking her level of horror to the top of the scale.

The bed rocked as Syon sat up behind her. He dropped a pillow over her chest as she turned to look across the suite. Taz was busy pounding the keys on his laptop, his short black hair in its normal spikes.

“You owe me sushi tonight for hauling your butts back and separating you from the posse that tried to join you in an orgy. Pretty sure one of them bit me. I might need a rabies shot.”

Kate groaned, suddenly recalling the dance-floor climax she’d had. “I only had one drink…”

“More like three…maybe four,” Syon said as he rolled over and landed on his feet. “For a Scot, you’re sort of a lightweight.”

She flipped him the bird but yelped when Ramsey swatted her butt.

“You need some discipline, Kate.”

“Well, you need—” She’d rolled over and sat up but stopped when she caught sight of Ramsey. His eyeliner had run and smudged around his eyes, making him look like a badger. “A date with a shower.”

She finished up with a snicker.

He sat up, settling his feet on the floor and smirked at her. “You’re one to talk.”

Syon chuckled, stretching and arching back until his spine popped.

Kate sat hugging the pillow. Her head was hurting, her mouth dry like she’d chewed on a cotton ball sometime during the hours she couldn’t remember. All she could do was blink and try to absorb the scene.

Had she broken something?

Put the nail in her own coffin?

That thought terrified her completely. It opened a door she’d been avoiding looking at. The one that opened into a relationship she would regret losing.

Syon was ordering room service, and Ramsey wandered off into the suite, a door shutting in one of the other bedrooms. Taz had slipped on a pair of headphones that covered his ears entirely and was cussing at the game he was playing.

“Hey…”

Syon crawled back across the bed and cupped her chin. Time started crawling by as she turned to look him in the eye.

She was scared.

Plain and simple.

What she didn’t expect to see was uncertainty in Syon’s eyes.

“You okay?” His expression tightened as silence sat between them. He was steeling himself for her reply.

She nodded, but he wasn’t accepting it from her. It was a halfhearted response, one designed to protect her feelings.

“Come on.” His tone was tight. He grasped her hand and pulled her off the bed. He maintained his grip as he tugged her into the massive master suite. He turned on the water in the shower and stripped.

She was still hugging the pillow when he turned around to look at her.

“You’ve seen me now, Kate. Everything about me.” His eyes narrowed. “I need the excess…”

Steam was billowing up from the shower. He walked backward into it, letting it engulf him. The water hit him and ran down his hard body.

“You are excess.”

That was why he sent her into a vortex. The screaming fans were all just addicted to the vapors coming off him. Fascinated by the raw energy radiating from him.

“And Ramsey keeps me grounded. Keeps me from thinking I’m the only one who craves it. I’d have lost my mind without him around to make me feel grounded.”

She dropped the pillow, reaching for him. She wanted to keep him from disappearing into a place where he felt alone. She could see it in his eyes. The desolation. The loneliness.

He waited for her, watching her strip off her top and skirt before walking into the water. It hit her skin, awakening all the sexual needs she’d never gotten satisfied the night before.

“Next time, I’m not drinking.”

His face became a tapestry of hunger. There was lust, hard desire, but also something deeper. Something intimate.

“I want to have my wits when you take me back to that place you share with Ramsey.”

Obviously, she was crazy.

“Sure about that?” he asked, cupping her hips and squeezing them until a zip of pleasure speared through her insides.

“When you jump out of an airplane, there’s only one direction to go.” She reached out and handled his cock, closing her fingers around the thick phallus and pulling her hand up to the head. “I’ll have to hope my parachute works.”

Or it was going to be a deadly crash.

“Me too.”

He lifted her up, bearing her backward and pushing her against the tile. Her knees spread to allow his body close, his cock burrowing between the folds of her sex as she lifted her hands and clasped his shoulders.

He thrust forward, her body eager for the penetration. It was more than the water from the shower; it was the state of semiarousal left from the night before. Her brain was clearing, bits and pieces of the night rising above the alcohol’s grip. She’d climaxed but gone to sleep hungry for deep satisfaction.

Her position against the wall didn’t give her much room to move and get what she wanted.

He knew it too. He was pressing her body to the tile with his chest against hers, holding her in place and keeping her from seeing his expression. She tried to arch, to take his thrusts, but he kept her still.

“Take it.” He twisted his hand in her hair, holding her in place. “Take it, just the way I want to give it to you.”