nuts. His hips thrust up into his lover"s mouth, and his head rolled from side to side. “Jake, yes, darling, yes. God, don"t stop, don"t ever stop.” And Jake didn"t, sucking and licking the tiny slit until Roan cried out and thrust so hard, she would have thought he reached Jake"s tonsils. And then Roan began to buck as Jake swallowed, some of the rich cream seeping from the corner of his mouth.
When they finished, she was panting as hard as they were. Even though she didn"t think she could move, she sat up, grabbed Jake"s head, and pulled his mouth to hers, thrusting her tongue inside to lick some of the semen of their lover. Then she fell back on the bed with a man on each side, just the way they had started.
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Chapter Seven
She sat cross-legged in the middle of her own bed—well, sort of her own.
Showered, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, she was prepared to take stock, but absolutely delicious smells were luring her downstairs—coffee, bacon, some kind of sweet and fruity thing. Starving.
In accommodation of all their hunger, the three of them had decided to shower separately. There was no chance she would be dressed and dry now if she had gotten to see her two men wet! Ah yes, her two men—her two men. That"s what she needed to think about.
Had this morning even been real? Jake said the three of them were “us,” but what did that mean? How did that work? The two men lived together, slept in the same bed, and probably had sex together every night Roan wasn"t traveling. Well, every night Jake got home before midnight, which wasn"t many on the schedule she kept him on.
She, on the other hand, had her own townhouse near the university, worked twelve or more hours a day at the lab, and often into the early morning at home.
That didn"t exactly leave a lot of time to traipse off to Connecticut for ménage à trois sessions.
She shook her head, gazing down at the beautiful silk coverlet. Jake and Roan thought of her as part of them. What could be sweeter? But after this idyllic weekend, what could they do to be together, and how the hell would she explain it to the university—not to mention the world—if they were together? She couldn"t. Oh God, that ripping sound was her heart, but she couldn"t. And surely they didn"t mean it that way, no matter what they said. It was nice—no, wonderful—to be a 48
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part of “us” with a man she cared for so much and another one that she was coming to care for rapidly, but that was all they intended, just for her to feel included; she was sure of that.
She took a deep, cleansing breath. Okay, enough thinking now. It was only Saturday. She had the rest of this wonderful fantasy weekend to live, and she intended to make the most of it. Coffee was calling, and she couldn"t wait to see her men. At least for today, that"s the way she"d think of them.
Her trip downstairs brought her into the great room she had missed the night before. The same modern-plus-Asian decor dominated, and the huge, two-story windows flooded the room with light and gave the feeling that the trees and sky were all a part of the room. Following her nose, she rounded the corner to the big island that separated the kitchen from the great room, and perched on a stool.
Back turned, Roan was cooking at the big six-burner cooktop earphones plugged into his ears. She loved his getup—those infernal pajama bottoms and an apron that tied at the waist and left a smooth expanse of muscled back free. Jeez, tough to believe but, despite all their shenanigans this morning and last night, she must never have gotten a really good look at his back. She"d been aware he had a tattoo on his right shoulder, but now she could see what it was. I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself , it said, from the D.H. Lawrence poem. A whole life in those simple words, a life she wouldn"t mind getting to know.
A quick glance found him looking at her over the decorated shoulder. He pulled
When they finished, she was panting as hard as they were. Even though she didn"t think she could move, she sat up, grabbed Jake"s head, and pulled his mouth to hers, thrusting her tongue inside to lick some of the semen of their lover. Then she fell back on the bed with a man on each side, just the way they had started.
Genetic Attraction
47
Chapter Seven
She sat cross-legged in the middle of her own bed—well, sort of her own.
Showered, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, she was prepared to take stock, but absolutely delicious smells were luring her downstairs—coffee, bacon, some kind of sweet and fruity thing. Starving.
In accommodation of all their hunger, the three of them had decided to shower separately. There was no chance she would be dressed and dry now if she had gotten to see her two men wet! Ah yes, her two men—her two men. That"s what she needed to think about.
Had this morning even been real? Jake said the three of them were “us,” but what did that mean? How did that work? The two men lived together, slept in the same bed, and probably had sex together every night Roan wasn"t traveling. Well, every night Jake got home before midnight, which wasn"t many on the schedule she kept him on.
She, on the other hand, had her own townhouse near the university, worked twelve or more hours a day at the lab, and often into the early morning at home.
That didn"t exactly leave a lot of time to traipse off to Connecticut for ménage à trois sessions.
She shook her head, gazing down at the beautiful silk coverlet. Jake and Roan thought of her as part of them. What could be sweeter? But after this idyllic weekend, what could they do to be together, and how the hell would she explain it to the university—not to mention the world—if they were together? She couldn"t. Oh God, that ripping sound was her heart, but she couldn"t. And surely they didn"t mean it that way, no matter what they said. It was nice—no, wonderful—to be a 48
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part of “us” with a man she cared for so much and another one that she was coming to care for rapidly, but that was all they intended, just for her to feel included; she was sure of that.
She took a deep, cleansing breath. Okay, enough thinking now. It was only Saturday. She had the rest of this wonderful fantasy weekend to live, and she intended to make the most of it. Coffee was calling, and she couldn"t wait to see her men. At least for today, that"s the way she"d think of them.
Her trip downstairs brought her into the great room she had missed the night before. The same modern-plus-Asian decor dominated, and the huge, two-story windows flooded the room with light and gave the feeling that the trees and sky were all a part of the room. Following her nose, she rounded the corner to the big island that separated the kitchen from the great room, and perched on a stool.
Back turned, Roan was cooking at the big six-burner cooktop earphones plugged into his ears. She loved his getup—those infernal pajama bottoms and an apron that tied at the waist and left a smooth expanse of muscled back free. Jeez, tough to believe but, despite all their shenanigans this morning and last night, she must never have gotten a really good look at his back. She"d been aware he had a tattoo on his right shoulder, but now she could see what it was. I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself , it said, from the D.H. Lawrence poem. A whole life in those simple words, a life she wouldn"t mind getting to know.
A quick glance found him looking at her over the decorated shoulder. He pulled
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