Chapter 40 Sienna #3
“Fuck,” he growls into my ear, adding more pressure. “I wish I was eating yours right now.”
Stars dance in my vision, and another moan slips out.
“Look to your left,” he tells me.
I do as I’m told, finding I have a clear view of the bar from here. It’s only now that I realize that I’m not nearly as hidden as I assumed. Because if I have a clear shot of the bar, then the people there can see me just as easily.
And the man sitting on one of those plush stools is looking right at me.
Garreth.
The desire coiled tight in my belly suddenly wars with a sinking sensation. “Fuck,” I mumble as our eyes connect.
“He’s been watching the whole time.”
“Noah,” I grind out, my eyes falling shut. I don’t want to be with Garreth, but letting another man touch me in front of him is cruel.
“Open your eyes, butterfly,” Noah demands. “I’m not being an asshole. He chose to sit there.”
I arch back, searching his face. Then I focus on my ex again. Is that true?
His stool is pushed back from the bar, his body shifted completely in our direction and a whiskey glass dangling from his fingers.
Noah’s right. He wants to watch.
I turn back to the man still gently stroking me, keeping the fire in my core alive. “I-I don’t know.” My mind is too foggy, my emotions too unstable to allow me to think right now.
Behind his glasses, Noah’s eyes are heavy-lidded. “Stop thinking. You want to come. He wants you to come. And I want him to watch me make you come.” He presses a kiss to my lips. “Okay?”
My head bobs in acquiescence before I can second-guess myself.
His wicked grin returns, making my heart stammer.
“Good girl.” He presses his mouth to mine and kisses me slowly, his movements once again mimicking far dirtier acts.
He works me higher and higher, the desire in my belly winding so tight it’s ready to snap.
Then he nudges my chin so I’m forced to look at Garreth again.
Even from across the darkened room, there’s no denying the heat in his gaze. His jaw is tight and his expression is unreadable, but he doesn’t bother trying to hide the large bulge in his pants.
Garreth is gifted in that area, just like Noah, and I enjoyed my time with him. But it was never more than good sex. With Noah, it’s mind-blowing. It’s on another level. And the connection goes far beyond the physical.
He’s my soulmate, and he knows it.
Only a man secure in our connection would allow an ex to watch as he pleasured me. He knows there’s no competition. There never has been, even in the years we were apart.
So I do as he says, and I watch the man across the room. I perform for both of them, and I love every minute of it.
As I ride Noah’s hand, I lick my lips, not just parched but craving a specific taste. The whiskey in Garreth’s glass calls to me, making me needier.
“What are you thinking?”
When I don’t answer, too caught up in the moment, Noah nips at my ear.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, butterfly, or I stop.”
A shaky breath escapes me. “I’m thinking I want Garreth’s whiskey on my lips.”
“Dirty girl.” He sucks on the sensitive spot below my ear, then laps at it, soothing the sting. “Tell him.” The raspy quality of his voice, the confidence and desire there, causes goose bumps to scatter across my body.
But when his words register, my heart leaps into my throat. “What?”
“Do it.” He clutches my thigh, holding me to him. “You want him to come sit by us while I get you off? I’m game. He doesn’t taste you, but you can have his whiskey.”
I shake my head. “No. I just.” I sigh, though it sounds more like a whimper. “I don’t know what I want.”
“You want to lie down and let me lick you until you come for us?”
Warmth gushes from me at the thought, no doubt soaking his hand. “Fuck, I do. Shit.”
“Lean back, baby.”
As I ease myself onto my back on the bench, he tears my panties off.
From this angle, Garreth appears upside down. The whole world honestly feels upside down after the way Noah has edged me.
“Call him over,” he rasps.
My ex is still watching, still solely fixated on me. And when I use a finger to motion him over, he stands immediately.
My lungs seize up. Shit. Shit. Shit. This is happening. How the fuck did I end up in a bar half naked with two men? And why am I considering the best way to get all three of us completely naked?
Noah would never.
Would he?
My heart stutters at the idea.
Would Garreth?
And is that really what I want?
The hulking presence now standing over us blocks out the majority of the dim light. “Need something?”
“She’d like a sip of your whiskey. And I thought you’d like these.” Wedged between my thighs, Noah barely looks up as he tosses my panties in Garreth’s direction. Then he lowers his face and licks me in one long, languid stroke.
Garreth catches my black panties and squeezes them in his fist, his eyes blazing. He’s silent for what feels like an eternity before he finally says, “Is that what you want?”
The breath is stolen from my lungs as Noah sucks my clit into his mouth and then flicks it rapidly with his tongue. I can’t think when he does that, let alone try to formulate a response to Garreth’s question.
I squeeze my eyes shut and collect what little sense I still possess, then breathe out before meeting his gaze. “Yes.”
With a muttered fuck, he presses my panties to his nose and inhales.
In that moment, I go up in flames. It’s a wonder this entire place isn’t burning down around us.
With painfully slow movements, Garreth positions a knee on the cushion near my head and leans over me. “Open.”
I obey, and he tips his glass carefully, slowly pouring the whiskey into my mouth. A splash of it hits my cheek, but his aim is accurate. The majority coats my tongue, and the taste, the way it burns, overloads my senses.
Noah, clearly a master at reading my body, fucks me violently with two fingers and sucks hard on my clit.
The telltale tingle of an impending orgasm turns into a full-body spasm, stealing my breath and my vision. I clutch at Garreth’s thigh to ground myself as Noah brutally drags pleasure from my body. As a jolt of pure ecstasy overtakes me, I suck in a breath.
A scream builds in my throat, but before it escapes me, Noah hisses, “Shut her up.”
Garreth drops the glass to the floor with a thunk and cuffs the front of my neck, his mouth covering mine.
Noah doesn’t slow, though his grip on my hip tightens painfully, like he can’t stand the sight of another man’s mouth on mine, despite this moment being his doing. His movements become more feverish, giving me no time to recover before he sends me hurtling over another cliff.
Back bowing off the cushioned bench, I gasp into Garreth’s mouth, shocked by the waves of rapture rolling through my body. When the last of the pleasure wanes, I sag, thoroughly spent.
Garreth pulls back and presses one gentle kiss to my lips. “Thank you.” Then he releases my neck, grabs his glass from the floor, and walks away.
I blink at his retreating form, certain I’ve lost touch with reality. Did that really just happen?
“Are you okay?” Noah eases my skirt down and helps me into a sitting position.
When the backs of my thighs make contact with the cushion, it dawns on me that Garreth just walked off with my panties.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” With a huff of a laugh, I press my hand to my racing heart.
Noah watches me from behind his glasses, studying me, taking in every detail.
I want to know what he’s thinking. Did I just destroy any chance the two of us had? Or did that turn him on like it did me?
As we look at one another, silent, I’m certain that I want more than all of this. I want a life with him.
I worry my lip as the excitement of the moment fades and apprehension takes its place. “Are we done with the games?”
He tilts to one side and pulls out his wallet.
My heart lurches and my lungs spasm, making every inhale painful. “Oh my god, if you pay me right now, I will slap you.”
He lowers his head and glares, as if my concern is ridiculous.
But I’m half naked in a sex club and just basically performed for two men, so excuse me if my subconscious is running wild.
Without a word, he pulls out a bill and slaps it onto the table. “I’m done with the games if you are.”
I blink at him, confused, then eye the cash. When I notice the familiar writing, my mouth goes dry.
It seems impossible, but there, with a little heart over the i, is my name.
Sienna 508-574-6824.
My heart starts and stops again.
“You found it.”