Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
My body goes white hot.
A line of desire zaps straight to my clit.
Why do I like the fact that it almost feels as if he just caught us?
My body can’t tell the difference between the illicit scenario Henri just wove and the reality that these men are perfectly in sync with one another.
Reid leans one shoulder against the wall, a vision with all that powerful, strong stature of his… watching.
His amber eyes are darkened—hunger and something entirely possessive merge to consume his expression.
I feel that look, scorching through me, right down to my toes.
He looks ready to strip us both naked, pin us down, and devour us simultaneously.
“Come and have a drink with us, Mia.” The man with the wickedest mouth, a mustache I’ll be fantasizing about forevermore, and hands I desperately want all over my body, steps back to help me down from the table.
There is every possibility my legs will buckle as soon as I make contact with the floor.
“Are you sure…” My attention bounces between the two men. Will Reid feel slighted because of how I’ve simply thrown myself at Henri? Two seconds after he left the room, I practically begged him to ravage me. Yet, I was just as eager to climb Reid and grind all over him back at the ranch.
Henri startles me out of the internal spiral I’d fastened my seatbelt and folded my tray table for. One of those tattooed hands of his, glinting with sexy as all hell silver rings, reaches up to gently curl a tendril of hair framing my face around a finger.
“It’s part of the fun. Nothing but a harmless game.
” He gives me a lopsided grin and a wink.
That devilish tease is still at the forefront in his expression, but something has softened around his eyes.
As if the curtain has dropped for the moment, and he’s put aside the act.
“Look at your cowboy, Mia. He’s extremely happy to see you like this. ”
My gaze drifts back to Reid, then slowly descends until I reach his groin. Taking in the sight of clearly bulging evidence presenting itself, there’s no hope of disguising my reaction. “Oh—”
Well, shit.
If that’s what I can see through the front of his jeans, how enormous is the real thing?
My mouth goes dry. Am I going to allow myself to be at the mercy of my basest instincts? I’ve never done anything like this. I’ve never had a one-night stand. I’m not that girl. I was a secret, something hidden away out of sight, surviving on crumbs of attention when it suited him.
“Oh, indeed.” Henri chuckles. “Let’s sit somewhere more comfortable, hmm?” With deft fingers, he rights my outfit so that my tits and pussy are no longer hanging out, but only just. The material clings perilously close to revealing everything.
Reid leads the way, moving ahead of us with a bottle of liquor wrapped in his giant paw.
I’m a mess of fluttering heartbeats, raging desire, and wanting them to tear this dress off me immediately.
The wetness and scratch of where Henri’s mouth has already explored is a constant reminder of what we just did.
Of the illicit promises he floated and imprinted upon my horny brain.
I’m not sure what to do, left faltering at the sight of that oversized couch, fireplace, and giant window reflecting an image of the three of us.
A threesome.
Henri’s mouth brushes against my ear. I watch him do it in the reflection, and his eyes meet mine in that moment as he steps behind me. “Go and join him.” It’s clear from the low tone and firmness in those words. He’s taking charge. He’s telling me what to do.
A shudder races through me at the prospect of where that might lead us.
With a swallow and butterflies occupying my stomach, I move to stand just in front of Reid’s knees spread wide. “Is this okay?” This cowboy is so huge, it’s like every different angle presents a new appreciation for his sheer size.
“More than okay, sweetness.” His eyes drag down my figure, taking his time to appreciate the way Henri has managed to unravel my sanity in the space of a few short minutes. “Wanna keep me company right here?”
I nod.
It only takes a second, but his massive hand collects me by the waist, dragging me halfway onto his lap, with my legs draped across those meaty thighs of his.
Keeping me encircled in his long arms, my head tucked against his shoulder, he reaches around to pour a single drink.
Henri drops onto the couch on the other side of Reid and lifts the bottle, setting it aside on the coffee table.
With one arm resting on the back of the cushions, his body turned toward us, the way we’re in such close proximity leaves me in a daze.
Through my fog of lust, I glance at the bottle, then at Henri’s empty hand.
“You’re not having one?”
He gives me a long, heated look. The way his focus shifts to Reid leaves me squirming; that ache between my legs blooms with renewed intensity.
When I tilt my head in order to look up at the cowboy I’m pressed against, his expression is enough to have me forget myself entirely.
One look and I’m ready to straddle him and beg for relief.
“I thought we could share.” Reid’s voice dips into a low, gravely register.
Oh my god. The way he says that and swipes his tongue to leave a fresh line of wetness across his bottom lip at the same time. I stand a snowball’s chance in hell of not melting on the spot for him—for them.
He offers me the glass, a two-finger pour of amber liquor that sears a warm glow of smooth oak and smoky caramel when I take a sip and let it glide down the back of my throat.
The fireplace pops loudly, a humming sizzle and crackle of those flames is the only sound as I offer the glass back to Reid. He swirls the whiskey before making sure to twist the glass and take his sip from the exact same spot where I had pressed it to my mouth.
It’s an exceedingly sexy move.
While keeping his eyes locked on mine, he swallows, and I don’t know which part of him to enjoy watching more from up close. That tense jaw coated in stubble, the gold flecks burning in his eyes, or the way his Adam’s apple dips in his strong throat.
There’s no need for books on grand masters and famous paintings. This cowboy is a work of art in his own right.
Henri steals the glass, sliding a little closer to Reid’s other side. One of those tattooed hands wraps around my leg, and I barely suppress a whimper when he slides lower, pausing to caress the sensitive spot inside my ankle.
My breathing shallows, maybe even stalls in my lungs, as he flattens his tongue and runs it along the same place on the glass where both my lips and Reid’s have sipped from.
It’s hypnotic, watching him savor his own mouthful, all while he appears to savor the image the two of us present with me draped across Reid’s lap.
“What is it you like, ma petite chérie? What does a beautiful thing like you enjoy?” he asks, still dragging a maddeningly slow touch across my skin.
Those couple of champagnes, and now the hit of whiskey, all make their presence known.
My body is ablaze, and my tongue loosened to the point where I think there’s every risk I’ll blurt out the answer to anything they want to know.
“I can’t believe I’m telling you this…” Catching my bottom lip with my teeth, I let my gaze flicker between the two of them before blowing out a breath.
Practicing honesty? At a time like this?
It’s a terrible idea, but considering the circumstances, I don’t want either of them to have some sort of false expectation about what they’re inviting by bringing me here tonight.
I take a deep breath. “Would you believe me if I said that I don’t even really know? Isn’t that pathetic?”
“Not at all,” Reid hums. His searing hot palm slides over my hip.
“I’m not confident. I’m not some sexual goddess. I’m just a girl who has shitty luck where the opposite sex is concerned.”
His amber eyes are so easy to get lost in. “Trust is important. It makes sense you wouldn’t have had an opportunity to explore if it wasn’t with the right person.”
“Which is why this feels—” I cut myself short before finishing that statement. Not knowing how to explain it. Intense. Perfect. Meant to be.
That’s crazy talk. That’s the alcohol thinking for me. Will they turn me out in the cold, send me packing to my cabin if I dared breathe a word of any of that?
“Sometimes there isn’t a word to explain the feeling,” Reid supplies.
“Sometimes you just know,” Henri murmurs, looking between me and Reid. “Logic takes a back seat and instinct takes over.”
That’s when he moves. A flash of tattoos and silver rings crosses my vision.
His palm finds the back of my neck, sliding strong fingers up into my hair, as he drags me into a kiss.
The type of kiss I melt into, without a second’s hesitation.
He tastes like the wood of the whiskey, a hint of toffee sweetness there on his tongue, and owns my mouth like he’s ready to conquer all.
Henri’s tongue pushes past the seam of my lips, invading and taking.
I can’t do anything but moan against his mouth, feeding him unrestrained pleasure.
Kissing Reid earlier felt like it altered my DNA, and this is just as drugging.
With the scratch of his facial hair and the firm way he holds me exactly where he wants, I’m entirely undone.
There’s no disguising just how turned on I am, with both of their imposing figures pinning me between them.
Reid’s hands are on my body, exploring my hips, my thighs, sliding up to my waist with slow, heated strokes.
At the same time, Henri’s fingers flex against my nape, slightly rougher and more demanding, and I simply dissolve at the contrast in them.
Right now, my mind has unspooled into a place where time ceases to exist.
When he draws back, all I can tell is that stars and hearts are floating in my eyes. Probably circling above my head, too.