Body Rush by Anne Rainey Page B

not a snake. Come here.” He put more command into the words this time and Lydia obeyed, causing Dane to realize that Lydia needed that little commanding tone in order to get her over her initial shyness.
    As she sat down, Dane had to bite back a curse. He needed to be out of the jeans. He desperately wanted to feel Lydia skin to skin. “Take your hair down. Let me see it.”
    Lydia reached up and took several pins out of the bun, then shook her head. Soft brown curls fell down her back and shoulders. “Damn, that’s a lot of hair.”
    “The bun keeps it out of my way while I work,” she explained.
    “The bun is kinky as hell, but this is beautiful.” He gripped a handful, brought it to his face and inhaled. Coconuts, yum. “Very sexy.”
    “Thank you,” she softly whispered.
    He wrapped an arm around the back of her and looked up at Trent and Mac. In perfect unison, they moved closer. Trent dropped to his knees and pressed a kiss to Lydia’s thighs, while Mac stroked her hair. As Trent’s mouth traveled closer to her black-satin-covered pussy, Lydia pressed her legs tighter together. Dane knew she was nervous, but he could also see the arousal that forced her to stay put. As Trent’s lips came into contact with her panties, Lydia jumped.
    “Shh, it’s okay. Let him touch you, baby.”
    “Apollo, I…” her words trailed off as Trent’s tongue licked her clit through the material. Son of a bitch, Dane had never been so jealous. He wanted his lips and tongue there. They’d shared women before, plenty of times, but he’d never gotten territorial. As he watched Trent spread Lydia’s thighs apart and lick again, Dane wanted to yank him backward; putting distance between them seemed suddenly imperative. Dane contained the urge, but barely. When he looked up at Mac, Dane could see a gleam of amusement pass over his expression. He’d punch the ass later for that little smirk. As Mac reached down and pinched Lydia’s nipple with his index finger and thumb, Dane snarled. The sounds coming from between Lydia’s sweet lips was enough incentive for Dane to let the games continue.
    While Dane smoothed his palm over her back, Mac slowly went to his knees. Dane watched Lydia’s eyes flutter shut. She leaned back and opened herself completely. It was like watching a flower bloom.
    “Such a sweet little pussy,” Trent murmured as he continued to tease her through her panties.
    Mac cupped one round tit and squeezed before dipping his head and biting the hard tip. Dane’s cock throbbed as Lydia moaned and writhed atop his thighs. “Take her panties off, Poseidon. Let’s see our pretty little submissive.”
    Trent lifted his head and grinned. Lydia’s eyelids fluttered open as Trent grasped at the edges of her panties and yanked, ripping the fragile material in two. Lydia gasped at the savagery of it. Dane’s mind was covered in a haze of lust as he looked at Lydia’s neatly trimmed curls glistening with the moisture of her arousal.
    “So pretty, baby,” Dane whispered. “The prettiest cunt in the world.”
    Trent placed his thumbs on the puffy lips and opened her. “Mmm, a juicy little peach.” He leaned down and licked her slit, then pushed his tongue deep. Lydia threw her head back and cried out. Mac continued playing with her nipples, suckling one, then biting the other. As Dane held Lydia still, it was anyone’s guess which one of them would come first, Lydia or him. Watching her fly apart in his arms had his balls aching.
    Dane licked his middle finger and reached between Lydia’s thighs, sliding inside her wet heat. He’d barely breached her opening when her hips bucked wildly. As he pushed in all the way her cries grew louder, her legs widening to give him better access.
    “So fucking tight. I’m going to love having my cock here, baby,” Dane murmured.
    “Please…oh, God,” Lydia moaned as she threw her head from side to side. She wrapped her legs around Trent’s head and squeezed,