watch.”
* * * *
Mattie perched on the edge of her chair, restlessly stretching Owen’s T-shirt over her knees and wondering when she was going to wake up and realize this was all a crazy dream.
Owen was naked again. Not a surprise since he’d only hiked his jeans over his hips before going to check out the noise downstairs. It was shocking to think that had only been thirty minutes ago. So much had happened. It felt like hours.
Her bedside lamp was the only light in the room. The coral-tinted lampshade filled the room with a soft glow. It burnished Owen’s sleek skin and turned Lars’s complexion to gold. She’d always wondered how he could remain so tan when he’d never seemed the type to hang out beside the pool or hit the electric beach.
“What’s your pleasure, Mattie?” Owen asked. “This is your show.”
There was definitely a hint of the devil in his expression. She had the odd thought that Owen and Lars were a good balance: Owen with his irreverent sass, and Lars with his overinflated sense of responsibility.
Mattie’s mouth grew dry, and she had to swallow several times to get the words out. “Strip him down. I want to refresh my memory on his looks.”
She couldn’t tell what Lars thought about the whole thing. He was the one they were essentially treating like a piece of meat. Yet other than his brief argument downstairs, he’d been compliant.
Owen moved behind his lover to give Mattie an unimpeded view of Lars’s chest. Owen didn’t bother with buttons. He yanked at Lars’s dress shirt until it ripped open. The tiny pieces crazily bounced across the floor.
Lars hissed, and his belly tensed as Owen pulled the shirt the rest of the way off. Mattie drank in the sight of his lean abdomen. Where Owen was covered in thick muscle, Lars was sleeker. His nipples were hard rings crowning his firm pectorals. She swept her gaze down his tightly packed abs and over his ribs to the narrow grooves that disappeared beneath his low-slung waistband. She wondered if Owen knew the origin of the two pale marks that ran parallel to Lars’s hipbones. Lars had never been willing to share the story, but Mattie’s intuition told her the three-inch lines weren’t birthmarks.
“I think I need to see more,” she told Owen.
With a true flair for the dramatic, Owen wrapped his arms around Lars and slid his palms down Lars’s chest. Mattie squirmed as Lars shuddered at the contact. He was obviously enjoying it. The thought ramped up her desire, and she clamped her legs together to ease the throbbing awareness.
Owen pressed a kiss to the base of Lars’s neck. The familiarity in the gesture gave Mattie a jolt. This was her show, but these two had a history she would never be part of. Cold uncertainty crept in, and she shoved it away with effort. This was no time for doubts.
“I’m going to unzip your pants for Mattie,” Owen murmured to Lars. “We both know your dick is already hard.”
The sight of Owen’s fingers sliding into Lars’s pants mesmerized Mattie. Lars groaned. His head lolled back against Owen’s shoulder, and his hands sought purchase against his lover’s thick forearms. Owen flicked open the button and began to slowly unzip the fly.
“Underwear?” Owen chided. “Obviously you spent the afternoon at work.”
It was a tease to see Owen’s hands inside Lars’s boxer briefs. She could only see the outline of Owen cupping his lover’s balls and stroking his cock. She wanted more. She wanted to see firsthand what they enjoyed together.
“Take his underwear off,” she ordered. Her words came out half strangled as she struggled to breathe.
Owen’s smile sent a rush of molten heat to her crotch. “As you wish.”
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Lars’s slacks and underwear and pushed them down over his hips. Owen crouched and shoved the clothing to the floor. He placed his tongue on Lars’s hip and laved his way back up his lover’s side. Mattie felt every nibble
* * * *
Mattie perched on the edge of her chair, restlessly stretching Owen’s T-shirt over her knees and wondering when she was going to wake up and realize this was all a crazy dream.
Owen was naked again. Not a surprise since he’d only hiked his jeans over his hips before going to check out the noise downstairs. It was shocking to think that had only been thirty minutes ago. So much had happened. It felt like hours.
Her bedside lamp was the only light in the room. The coral-tinted lampshade filled the room with a soft glow. It burnished Owen’s sleek skin and turned Lars’s complexion to gold. She’d always wondered how he could remain so tan when he’d never seemed the type to hang out beside the pool or hit the electric beach.
“What’s your pleasure, Mattie?” Owen asked. “This is your show.”
There was definitely a hint of the devil in his expression. She had the odd thought that Owen and Lars were a good balance: Owen with his irreverent sass, and Lars with his overinflated sense of responsibility.
Mattie’s mouth grew dry, and she had to swallow several times to get the words out. “Strip him down. I want to refresh my memory on his looks.”
She couldn’t tell what Lars thought about the whole thing. He was the one they were essentially treating like a piece of meat. Yet other than his brief argument downstairs, he’d been compliant.
Owen moved behind his lover to give Mattie an unimpeded view of Lars’s chest. Owen didn’t bother with buttons. He yanked at Lars’s dress shirt until it ripped open. The tiny pieces crazily bounced across the floor.
Lars hissed, and his belly tensed as Owen pulled the shirt the rest of the way off. Mattie drank in the sight of his lean abdomen. Where Owen was covered in thick muscle, Lars was sleeker. His nipples were hard rings crowning his firm pectorals. She swept her gaze down his tightly packed abs and over his ribs to the narrow grooves that disappeared beneath his low-slung waistband. She wondered if Owen knew the origin of the two pale marks that ran parallel to Lars’s hipbones. Lars had never been willing to share the story, but Mattie’s intuition told her the three-inch lines weren’t birthmarks.
“I think I need to see more,” she told Owen.
With a true flair for the dramatic, Owen wrapped his arms around Lars and slid his palms down Lars’s chest. Mattie squirmed as Lars shuddered at the contact. He was obviously enjoying it. The thought ramped up her desire, and she clamped her legs together to ease the throbbing awareness.
Owen pressed a kiss to the base of Lars’s neck. The familiarity in the gesture gave Mattie a jolt. This was her show, but these two had a history she would never be part of. Cold uncertainty crept in, and she shoved it away with effort. This was no time for doubts.
“I’m going to unzip your pants for Mattie,” Owen murmured to Lars. “We both know your dick is already hard.”
The sight of Owen’s fingers sliding into Lars’s pants mesmerized Mattie. Lars groaned. His head lolled back against Owen’s shoulder, and his hands sought purchase against his lover’s thick forearms. Owen flicked open the button and began to slowly unzip the fly.
“Underwear?” Owen chided. “Obviously you spent the afternoon at work.”
It was a tease to see Owen’s hands inside Lars’s boxer briefs. She could only see the outline of Owen cupping his lover’s balls and stroking his cock. She wanted more. She wanted to see firsthand what they enjoyed together.
“Take his underwear off,” she ordered. Her words came out half strangled as she struggled to breathe.
Owen’s smile sent a rush of molten heat to her crotch. “As you wish.”
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Lars’s slacks and underwear and pushed them down over his hips. Owen crouched and shoved the clothing to the floor. He placed his tongue on Lars’s hip and laved his way back up his lover’s side. Mattie felt every nibble
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