Page 82 of Lilacs and Leather
I sit up a little at the heat in his voice. I snap my gaze to Rhett, his scent shifting to whiskey-tinted arousal. His eyes are bright in the light of the setting sun, and I shiver as they rake over me.
“Do you want me to go?” he asks softly.
“No. I want you. Both of you.”
Thirty-One
Rhett
Lydia’s breathy whisper hangs in the air between us for several heartbeats, and I feel my body straightening as her scent floats toward me, full of rain and honey.Mateo’s growl breaks the fragile tension, and he pulls her forward by their connected hands. She yelps at the sudden jolt, but lets Mateo settle her on his lap, straddling him. Mateo’s hands fist in her silky hair, and he brings her lips crashing down to his.
I sit back in my chair, my legs splayed wide as I admire the way they move together. Their kiss is almost frantic, her hands roaming feely over his shoulders and arms while her hips rock against his. My hand drifts to my cock, and I stroke the already hard length through the soft material of my slacks. Lydia throws her head back with a gasp, Mateo’s mouth moving down her neck. Her half-lidded eyes slide to me, her delectable mouth parted slightly as she pants and moans softly. I purr deep in my chest, swallowing the last of my bourbon with my eyes still locked with hers. Her little whines send sparks along my spine, her scent mixing with Mateo’s until the air is heavy with ozone and rain, a storm of desire that makes my head spin. I set my glass down on the table with deliberate gentleness, trying to keep my hands steady.
“Bedroom. Now.”
My words come out through gritted teeth, and I get to my feet, prowling over to them. Mateo’s mouth is still on Lydia’s skin, teeth scraping along her collarbones with his tongue following. Lydia looks up at me, torn. Mateo has the balls to laugh.
“But we’re having such fun out here, aren’t we, baby?” he chuckles.
I roll my eyes at his flippant tone. If it were up to him, we’d fuck on the balcony, but exhibitionism isn’t one of my kinks. I’ll share Lydia with Mateo, but I don’t want anyone else to hear the way we make her scream for us. My hand darts forward, seizing a handful of Mateo’s hair and cranking his head back away from Lydia. Mateo smirks up at me, but his eyes flash with heat.
“Ooo harder, Daddy,” Mateo snarks, making Lydia giggle.
“Go get ready for us, love. We’ll be right behind you,” I say, not taking my eyes off Mateo’s.
I hear Lydia mutter a brief “yes, sir” before climbing off Mateo’s lap and scampering toward the sliding door to Mateo’s room. I wait until I hear the door close before I release Mateo with a shove.
“I’m not going to let you top me, if that’s what you’re thinking,” he starts, rubbing the back of his head.
“Didn’t want to. Just want to make sure you know her safe words and limits,” I start, but Mateo cuts me off with a scoff.
“Traffic lights, and she doesn’t want us degrading her. I didn’t have an hour-long pre-planning meeting before we fucked, but I did ask that much,” he says, getting to his feet.
He starts to move off, but I grab his arm, pulling him back around to face me. His look of impatient annoyance makes me sigh, but I’d rather not do this in front of Lydia so we can just focus on her.
“You got your results back? Lydia’s came back negative the other day, and I’m good,” I ask, speaking quickly.
Mateo nods. “All good and cootie free. You done being a mother hen? She’s going to think we started without her if we don’t get in there.”
I let go of his arm and shove him a little with a smirk. “I’ll stop being a mother hen the day you stop being a chicken shit.”
“Says the bastard who took two months to sleep with our sexy fucking omega,” Mateo calls over his shoulder as he lopes away.
I roll my eyes but follow after him. I love Mateo, but I wonder why, not for the first time, if I need to kick his ass again. Mateo opens the door and steps inside, and when I cross the threshold, I nearly run into his back. He’s frozen, staring at the goddess kneeling on his bed, every inch of her golden skin on display. We’d been practicing positions, and she’s in a perfect wait pose. She’s sitting back on her heels, knees splayed wide to expose the patch of glistening curls at the apex of her thigh. Her hands are resting palms up on her thighs, shoulders back and relaxed, head ever so slightly bowed with her eyes down.
“You might be onto something with that kinky shit,” Mateo breathes, stepping aside so I can finish entering and close the door.
I chuckle under my breath. If only he knew half of the things I want to do with Lydia, how far I want to push her submission just to see the blissful peace of subspace on her face.
“Have you ever done anything like this before, love? Taken two men at the same time?” I ask, stalking forward with my hands in my pockets.
Lydia’s blush creeps down her face and over her chest, which rises and falls rapidly as I approach. Her scent fills every corner of the room, and I have to stop myself from finding my cock through the lining of my slacks and touching it.
“No, sir. I—my ex—”
“I didn’t ask for the why, little one,” I correct huskily.
We’ve been working on Lydia’s confidence when she answers, trying to get her to give a response without explaining herself, especially when it comes to her limits and her past. She forgets sometimes, but it’s not something I’m going to issue a punishment for. Not at this point in our dynamic. She swallows at the stern edge to my voice but doesn’t apologize.