Three Men and a Woman: Annabelle (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Billings Page B

arm at all. He looked off around the restaurant, but Kevin watched her intently.
    Annabelle gripped the table with both hands, breathing harshly in and out through her nose.
    “She’s about to come,” Kevin said. “Think she can keep from screaming?”
    Rowen turned to watch her, too, strumming even faster against her clit. “We’re about to find out, aren’t we?”
    Annabelle’s body was starting to spasm. Her breath rasped out in harsh hums. She did want to scream.
    She turned her face to Kevin. “Please,” she begged.
    “Okay, puss.” He took her head and turned it into his chest. She buried her moans in his jacket then, and he held her hard against him, restraining the involuntary spasms of her body. When she started to descend, they both shut off the vibration.
    “That was cool,” Ro said. “Save those things when you get her home, Kev. We’re going to want to use them again.”
    “We’ll take her dinner to go,” Kevin said.
    Annabelle looked up to see the waitress watching her with open curiosity, or, more likely, envy.
    Rowen nodded. “Yeah. She’s a little too, uh, excited to eat now.”
    The waitress looked at the two men. “I don’t blame her.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Kevin walked Annabelle home. It was still early, and so he strolled with her through the Park, hitting a couple of the gardens at its periphery.
    He knew she was nuts for all things botanical, and he enjoyed the pleasure she took in it. He liked flowers okay, but she opened his eyes to much more. She pointed out the shades of green in the foliage, tinted with blue or yellow, lit with silver or gold. She saw light the way Inuits were supposed to see snow, with an appreciation for fine differences that were invisible to him.
    As much as he enjoyed her pleasure, he loved more just the fact of having her on his arm. She took in the gardens, was an avid people-watcher, and savored the cool evening air. But still, at every moment, he knew that he was the center of her attention.
    It was a lovely spot to be in, the focus of that warm, lively energy. She looked up at him, she touched him, and it felt remarkably good.
    Rowen was right. She wasn’t just a fuck toy. He’d use her as that if forced because, well, after all, she was a hell of a fuck. But he wanted more.
    She’d had a big day, and so she tired before long. She leaned against him, and he was giving her quite a lot of support by the time they got to the condo. He’d left the butt plug up her ass. Given the way she sometimes let out a little shudder, he knew that was causing her quite a bit of stimulation as she moved. He hadn’t hit her with either of the remotes since they left the restaurant. She was pretty quiet, and he figured she needed the rest. Whether she knew it or not, she wasn’t done getting fucked for the night.
    He used the elevator to get her upstairs and started kissing her as soon as the door closed on them. He kept it up when he got her inside the condo.
    In general, he wasn’t much for kissing. He liked sex hard and fast and usually chose women who were happy enough to have it that way. If they complained, well, he didn’t stick around to hear it.
    But things were different with his puss. In fact, he was afraid he was falling for her. Beyond sharing her pussy, Ro hadn’t really told him what his intentions were. But he’d checked it out—each of the three bedrooms in the condo had a king in it. And he could guess who that third bedroom was meant for.
    Ro was working up to a long-term ménage.
    Kevin wasn’t sure that was something he wanted. Oh, he didn’t have any trouble remembering the fucking blast it had been back when the three friends had shared women in college. He loved Ro and Braeden, though he didn’t mean that in a gay way. It was a fucking treat to watch them get it on with a woman while he did her, too. Nothing was better than a hot, hard climax shared with his pals.
    But Annabelle was different. Ro loved her, and Kevin thought he could,