Full House (8 page)

The knowledge that Trev’s male lover watched should shrivel her desire, not increase it. Hmm, maybe it
had
killed her lust. Maybe that explained the flutters in her belly and the short gasps that seemed to have replaced her breathing function. Why else would the sight of Max watching Trev and her leave her speechless?

Or maybe it was more. Much more. Maybe this whole scenario was a silent power struggle between her and Max. A battle to see who Trev desired more. A struggle for dominance. Without saying a word, they fought over Trev. And in this position, with Trev’s hand buried between her legs, Grace held all the power. Trev was hers.

Or was he? If he was hers, Trev wouldn’t continually bring up Max’s name. Wouldn’t fantasize about Max while seducing Grace. His sole focus would be on her.

And could she be in a real position of power when one man watched as another finger-fucked her? When every lick of common sense drained from her body, and she
allowed
the man to finger-fuck her?

The man who liked other men. The man who liked the other man in the room. The other man, who gazed at her now with eyes bluer than the sea and—

“Oh, God!” The exclamation burst from her lips.

He freaking bit my nipple.

A gentle bite, maybe, but a bite nevertheless. A nip that scraped the tip of her breast through her shirt and bra, sending flames of desire ripping straight up her spine and back down again.

“Mmm,” Trev mumbled. “So soft. And lush.” He bit her again, sending pulses of shock skittering through her nerves. “Max is all muscle. You’re all gentle curves.” He licked at the cleavage exposed by her low-cut shirt. “Both of you…delicious.”

Her breath came in uneven spurts. Max was all muscle, all right. And every bit of that muscle strained now. Anger? Or restraint? The muscles in his chest and arms were not the only ones bulging. The thick ridge of his erection was clearly outlined against his dark blue jeans.

Was Max about to lose his temper, or join Trev?

“I want him here now,” Trev muttered. “Your pussy in this hand.” He stroked inside her, so gently, so tenderly, so seductively tremors began to build. “Max’s cock in my other hand.”

Grace froze, even as the tremors increased. Her gaze caught Max’s and held.

“I’d love to jerk him off while I finger you.”

This had to rate as the most bizarre scene of intimacy she’d ever encountered. While one man had his fingers buried in her pussy, she shared a secret, knowing look with his lover.

It shouldn’t be so arousing. So titillating. Shouldn’t make her belly tumble with desire or her pussy clench with delight, but damn it, it did.

“No!” Trev’s impassioned denial jerked her attention back to him. “I want to suck you. Both of you. Together.” Trev nodded against her breast. “Suck him, then lick you. Lick you, then suck him. Taste you both. Let your come mingle on my tongue.”

He nipped at her breast again and stroked his thumb over her clit.

Sensation overwhelmed her. Her pussy clamped down around his hand, trapping him, as wave upon wave of pleasure slammed into her.

“Yes!” Trev cried. “God, yes. Come for me, Gracie. Come all over me.”

She did. Couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t hold back the bliss that swamped her. Couldn’t tear her gaze away from Max. Watched him watching her climax. It only made her come harder.

Her juices dripped from her lips, drenching Trev.

“Max,” Trev rasped, “fuck, she’s coming. All over my hand.”

Holy crap.
He knew!

“Fuck with a capital F.”

Max’s mouth curved into a small smile. A knowing smile. A smile so damn sexy a fresh wave of spasms flooded her pussy.

“Max?” Trev hadn’t lifted his head.

“Yeah?”

His voice was deep. A baritone that vibrated across the room, down Trev’s arms and through his fingers. The fingers buried in her pussy.

“Get over here. Now. And get rid of those jeans.”

Uh-uh. No way. Grace had not just heard what she’d just heard. It had to have been a hallucination. An auditory hallucination, brought on by shock. And shame. And extreme pleasure.

Really? A hallucination? Then why were Max’s jeans already halfway down his legs…correction, being kicked off?

Why was he crossing the room, stark naked, with a massive erection?

And why, dear God, why was Trev dropping to his knees and slowly, torturously extracting his hand from between her legs, leaving her weak-kneed and wobbly, leaning on the wall for support?

No. No freaking way.

This isn’t happening.

Holy crap. It most definitely
was
happening.

Trev’s mouth was closing around Max’s shaft. Max’s thick, long and hard shaft. And she should know what that shaft looked like, since she couldn’t haul her gaze away from it.

Couldn’t draw breath as his cock disappeared, inch by inch, between Trev’s lips.

“Trev, fuck…!” The baritone echoed through the room, lower even than the first time she’d heard it. “Christ. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

Trev mumbled something unintelligible in response, but Max must have understood, because he answered. “Yes. Fuck, yes!”

Max’s deep groans filled the air as Trev fed on his erection.

Fed? He devoured it as though it were the most delicious treat in the world. And God help her, but the way Trev sucked on it, it did look delicious. Mouth-watering.

Grace would have objected, would have stopped this outrageous act, if her jaw had not dropped so low it now chafed against the carpet.

Wrong. This whole scene was wrong.

Trev had a lover. A male lover. She should not be aroused by it. Not at all. Not one little bit.

So why, why, why, why could she not tear her gaze away? Why was the sight of Trev blowing Max the single most erotic vision she’d ever seen? And why was her hand now inching its way toward her pussy? The same pussy that had just clenched in orgasm from Trev’s fingers.

Because the amount of testosterone spilling into the air had reached dangerous levels? Maybe she was high from the fumes.

Yep. Had to be that. She was slap bang in the middle of a biochemically induced haze. Max’s and Trev’s biochemicals.

Uh, did humans even produce biochemicals?

Did it matter?

Dear Lord. Her hand was no longer creeping. It was home. Where it belonged. Or where it belonged while in the midst of a biochemically induced haze, anyway.

“Lift your skirt.”

The words buzzed around her head before settling into a pattern that made any sense.

Lift her skirt? For whom? Trev, or Max? Couldn’t be Trev. His mouth was stuffed full. No way he could have spoken so clearly.

“Let me see.”

Voices like Max’s should be illegal. Because seriously, he could bring a woman to orgasm just by speaking. Hell, he could quote texts from the
Financial News
and she’d tumble through multiple orgasm heaven.

“Higher.”

Higher?

“Lift your skirt higher,” Max said.

Startled, Grace realized what she’d done. Grasped the hem of her skirt and pulled it up. Just like Max had ordered. And she’d be damned if she wasn’t edging the fabric up even farther now.

Trev groaned, a low, sexy sound that grew louder as she pulled the skirt right up, exposing herself—and her hand—to the two men.

“Beautiful,” Max whispered. He rocked his hips as he stared at her hand, pushing himself into Trev’s mouth.

Trev grabbed Max’s hip, bracing himself, then opened his lips wider, allowing Max to pump into his mouth.

Christ, this shouldn’t be a turn-on. Shouldn’t make her wet and wanton.

It should make her run away, but it didn’t. It made her stroke her pussy and massage her clit. It made her bend her knees as her back rested against the wall, so she could touch herself more easily and open herself wider to Trev’s and Max’s hungry gazes.

Movement caught her eye. Rapid movement. A fist, near Trev’s lap. Trev’s fist. Wrapped around his now exposed cock. Pumping himself as he feasted on Max and watched Grace. Precome oozed from the tip of his penis, glistening in the light.

Grace licked her lips, wondering how it would taste. Salty? Exciting?

It would likely poison her.

Well, probably not. But it should poison her. It should poison anyone whose thoughts dared drift in the direction hers had. Anyone who dared stroke herself while two men played in front of her eyes.

Liquid trickled down her thigh and she caught it and rubbed it over her clit.

“Ah, fuck,” Max wheezed. “I’m coming.” His hips bucked unevenly. “Trev, I’m coming.” He bucked once more and stilled with a long howl. He clasped Trev’s head close to his groin, so close Grace could not see anything. Well, nothing except the rhythmic bouncing of Trev’s Adam’s apple as he swallowed. And swallowed again. And then again.

And then Max was yanking at his hair, pulling him up and kissing Trev, full on the mouth. Tongues tangoed before her eyes, lips meshed, masculine groans filled the air.

Max dropped suddenly. His mouth engulfed Trev’s cock.

Now it was Trev rocking his hips, frantically fucking Max, his breath escaping in low pants.

As Grace watched, fascinated, Max licked his middle finger, the whole finger, and before her eyes, placed it between Trev’s butt cheeks and pushed.

Trev lost it. He came too, with a hoarse cry. Semen must have shot from his cock at a rapid rate because no matter how frantically Max swallowed, he couldn’t contain it all. It spilled from his lips, dripping down his chin.

Grace rubbed her clit frenetically, so horny she thought she might explode.

And explode she did, when Max straightened, turned to her and kissed her.
Kissed her.
With Trev’s semen still coating his lips. Never in her entire life had she experienced anything more sinful. More immoral. More…

More. More.
More!
Damn it, she just wanted more.

Even as she came she wanted more, And she got it. Max’s hand joined hers, rubbing her clit, invading her pussy. As one orgasm ended so the next began, and the entire time her pussy clenched and unclenched, Max kissed her. He kissed her until there was not a trace of Trev’s semen left. Together, they consumed every last drop.

Chapter Five

“Out! Please. Just get out!” Grace’s face was scarlet. She held her skirt tight around her legs, her hands fixed on the hem as though she’d never release it again.

Max, half dazed from the intensity of the passion they’d all three just spent, stared at her, in two minds. Did he do as she wished and leave, taking the coward’s way out? Or did he stay here, against her wishes, and soothe her rage?

Hell, how could he make that kind of decision when his brain hardly functioned? He’d just removed his finger from his mouth, and Grace’s essence floated on his tongue. It mixed with Trev’s semen, sugar to Trev’s salt. Her taste was foreign, subtle and so sweet it made him hungry for another taste.

Christ, his body still reeled.

The last thing he’d expected tonight was to find an angel living in Trev’s house. Not only had he tasted said angel, he’d watched her come, at least twice. He’d helped her come.

Max had never been one to believe in love at first sight, but one look at Grace had taken his breath away. It had knocked him senseless, leaving him dumbstruck and immobile. All he’d been able to do was stare, fill his vision with the sight of the loveliest woman in the world. And the sexiest man.

Watching the two of them together… Even now the thought left his heart pounding and his blood roaring.

He should despise her. Envy her. But what he felt was so far off from those emotions, it was laughable.

“Please,” Grace begged. “Go away. Leave me alone.”

Trev responded to her desperation. He took a step toward her, his arms outstretched, and tripped over his boxers which had pooled around his ankles.

Righting himself with a shake of his head, Trev yanked up his offending underwear, walked over to Grace and pulled her into his arms.

“No!” Her objection was fierce. She struggled in Trev’s embrace, twisting her shoulders this way then that. Still she clung to the hem of her skirt, refusing to release it. “Don’t touch me. Don’t ever touch me again.” Her voice bordered on frantic.

“Grace, sweetheart, hush,” Trev calmed her.

“Don’t you sweetheart me!” She rammed her shoulder into Trev’s chest.

Max winced. That must have hurt.

“You cheated on
him
,” Grace snarled. “With
me
.”

Trev grimaced, but when he spoke his voice was calm. “I didn’t cheat on Max. Until tonight I never even knew Max loved me. We were just a casual item.”

Grace froze. “And now?”

Trev looked at Max. “Now? It’s not so casual.”

Max’s damned heart swelled.

Trev smiled at him before turning back to Grace. “Just like it’s not casual with you, either. I told Max about you. About us. I told him everything.”

“You what?” Grace looked mutinous.

Even irate, Grace was exquisite. Max’s heart stuttered just watching her.

Stuttered? How did a heart stutter anyway?

Didn’t matter, really. His heart was doing just that. Skipping a beat every time he looked her way.

Again, she squirmed in Trev’s arms, desperately trying to break free.

“He told me,” Max answered for Trev. “After you found us together.”

“And you’re not pissed off?” Grace stared at him, looking bewildered.

“I was.” Max nodded. Irate, actually. “And hurt.” Hell, the pain. Not something he wanted a repeat of. “But like Trev said, there was nothing solid between us until tonight. I had no hold over him, no right to be angry.” Now that the circumstances between Trev and himself had changed, he did have the right. But he couldn’t dredge up a single drop of anger. He was too enthralled by the woman in Trev’s arms.

“You
were
pissed off and hurt?” Grace raised an eyebrow, picking up on his use of past tense.

“It’s hard to stay angry with Trev.” He shrugged and shot Trev an affectionate look before turning back to Grace. “He asked me to meet you, you know? To give you a chance. He figured I’d be just as enchanted by you as he is.” Max smiled. “Trev was right. My heart’s still racing from the intensity of those orgasms.”