Page 24 of Rough Fantasy

She sighed. “There’s already rumors at work.”

He frowned. “How did they find out?”

Rolling her eyes, she snorted. “Oh, good Lord, there are a bunch of former government workers there. They gossip better than the little old ladies at church.”

He chuckled. “You’re right there. What I meant is that…well, people don’t realize that this is something that Rory and I share together and with no one else.”

“Oh.”

“And now we’re sharing it with you. No one else knows but the three of us that it’s something just for us.”

She nodded.

“If you are still in the mood to move forward.”

She was surprised by the uncertainty in his voice and her heart melted just a little bit more. She loved this man. From the moment he had touched her in Hawaii she knew that he was the one for her. Or she had thought he was. The crush she’d had on him had exploded into all encompassing love. The one thing she never did was hide that. He had known from the beginning and she knew he understood how she felt about him. The fact that he needed reassurances was a glimpse into the soul of the man.

“I would have to be crazy not to want to at least try more. I love you.”

His gaze softened. Her throat closed up at the look on his face. She wasn’t accustomed to sharing so many of her private thoughts. Zeke had told her once he would read her like an open book, but still, she was uncomfortable telling a man she loved him.

She swallowed. “I mean…Rory is an amazing Dom, I can tell already.”

“Is that so, love?” Rory asked.

She looked past Zeke and found Rory watching them. She wondered how long he had been standing there, but in the next instant her brain went blank. All he had on was the towel he held anchored at his waist. A small bead of water slipped down his chest. Lord, the man was a god.

Rory was a man who had lived a hard life, just like Zeke. But for some reason, it seemed more pronounced on Rory. Zeke was lean lines, like a swimmer. Sculpted, yes, but not so damn big. There were a few scars here and there but the one that held her attention was a long thin line from his chest to abs. She had also seen a little pock mark on his ass earlier that she knew was from a bullet but she had been disappointed to find out that the rumors of tattoos on his naughty bits had been exaggerated.

“Doesn’t he look good?” Zeke asked, his voice already deeper, the arousal easy to hear.

She nodded because she couldn’t say anything, again. Seeing the way Rory was looking at them and hearing the lust in Zeke’s voice had her body heating. Hell, her nipples were already so hard they hurt. She had never had a problem with talking until she had gotten involved with these two men. They undid her at every turn. They seemed to get under her skin so easily.

Zeke moved closer and pressed his wet mouth against her throat as Rory dropped the towel. His cock was longer than Zeke’s. It curved up against his belly, rock hard and ready for another round. Of course, Zeke made up for that in girth.

She felt her face start to burn and Rory laughed.

“You are so easy to read, Maura. Don’t think of ever lying to us because we’ll know.” He leaned down and cupped her face with one of his large hands. “What naughty thoughts are going on in there, love?”

Her face turned even hotter.

“Not tellin’, huh?” he asked his voice deepening over the words. He slipped his finger beneath her chin and forced her to look up at him. “I will allow this right now, but soon there will be no secrets of this nature, do you understand?”

She nodded, still not able to speak. She was only catching a glimpse of the Dom he was holding under control and what little she saw intrigued her. For a man who seemed to be able to walk into danger without a thought, he seemed controlled in the bedroom. If that was the only place he practiced control, that was fine by her. Sharing him with Zeke, well, that was icing on the cake.

Zeke kissed his way down her back, his open mouth wet against her skin.

Rory stroked his cock drawing her attention away from his face. She licked her lips thinking of the taste of him.

“Naughty Maura, not me this time,” he said. His voice had roughened and she felt a little sense of satisfaction that he was affected as well.

Zeke moved away and laid her back on the bed. He offered up his cock to her and she gladly took him in her mouth. He leaned his head back and moaned. The glide of his shaft into her mouth sent little bursts of lust popping through her blood. Damn, the man always got to her.

She hadn’t realized Rory had left until he returned with a vibrator. It was large and pink. Maura looked at him as he smiled down at her, then looked up at Zeke. He picked up the lube and put it on.

Then, he spread her legs out.

She had paused but Rory didn’t like that.