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He didn’t know what to do about it.

It was ten after eight, and he was getting pissed. Was she
notoriously late? Or had she freaked and decided to not show up? The thought of
not seeing her again…

Brandon shook his head. He didn’t want to think about it.
Decided instead to focus on his plan for tonight, his plan to tie her up. He
knew Eric said he was pushing it too soon but damn it, it was what he craved.
He wanted to drive her crazy as he touched her, stroked her, licked her
everywhere. Fuck her with his fingers, his tongue, his cock. Make her come so
many times she would sob for him to stop. Cry for him to never stop.

Where’s Eric in this plan, asshole?

Shit. He needed to stop thinking it would only involve him
and Lexi. This was about all three of them, not the two of them.

A fact he knew she wouldn’t let him forget either.

A soft knock sounded and he stalked toward the door,
throwing it open with a jerk. She stood on the doorstep, her expression
nervous, her body clad in a simple black dress that clung to her curves and
dipped low in the front offering him a delicious view of her delectable
cleavage, her nipped in waist, the gentle flair of her womanly hips. She had a
body that wouldn’t stop. And soon his hands would be all over her.

He licked his lips in anticipation.

“You’re late,” he said before she could utter a word.

Her mouth dropped open, and that now familiar blaze of
irritation shone in her eyes. “You are incredibly rude.”

“So are you for being late.” He opened the door wider. “Come
in.”

She strode inside, her sweetly seductive scent wafting over
him as she went by. Damn, she smelled good. Looked good too, even if she was
irritated with him.

He enjoyed riling her up. Made the game between them that
much more interesting.

“Where’s Eric?” she asked as he quietly closed the door and
turned the lock.

“No hi, Brandon, how’s it going?” He cocked a brow at her,
leaning against the door. Watched as she stood in the middle of the living
room, looking uncomfortable and unsure as to what to do next.

“You’re the one who didn’t greet me. All I got was a
reprimand.”

“Well, forgive me.” He needed to soften his approach. Yeah
the fighting was fun but no way was he going to offend her right out of his
life this soon in the game. “Hi, Lexi. You’re looking gorgeous tonight.”

She slowly shook her head, the sleek fall of her hair
brushing against her cheeks with the movement. A ghost of a smile curved her
lush lips. “That’s better.”

“Well how’s this?” He approached her carefully, his arms
widening in offering and she walked into his embrace with ease. Holding her
close, he buried his face in her hair and breathed deep. Pulled her delicious
scent into his lungs, he savored her, enjoyed the softness of her skin, the way
her body fit against his.

“This is even better,” she said, her voice muffled against
his chest.

“Starting the party without me?” Eric’s voice made them turn
around, and Brandon released his hold on her. She practically ran to Eric,
giving him a giant hug and smacking kiss on the lips.

Jealousy streaked through him, bold and taunting. He rarely
dealt with jealousy. He found it a useless emotion until recently.

Now he acted like a jealous asshole all the time. And he
didn’t freaking get it.

“It’s so good to see you,” she murmured, her hands resting
against Eric’s chest and curling into his T-shirt. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” Eric tilted his head, pressed his
mouth against the slender column of her neck. She shuddered in reaction.

“Want something to drink?” Brandon bit out, his rage
threatened to consume him. Irrational, stupid rage. He wanted her so damn bad
when clearly she had no real interest in him.

She made him feel like a damn fool. He hated it.

Yet still he wanted her. So bad his cock had threatened to
burst out of his jeans at the first sight of her, at the first
feel
of
her.

Alexa released her hold on Eric, her expression a little
more friendly and relaxed. Most likely because she felt comfortable having Eric
near. “Water I guess.”

“I’ll grab a bottle for you,” Eric offered, ever the polite
gentleman as he headed into the kitchen.

Inside, Brandon seethed. Why couldn’t he be the one to make
the nice gesture?

Fuck, he was being absolutely ridiculous.

“Nice dress,” he said, determined to keep his voice flatly
neutral.

“You like it?” She gave a little twirl, a mischievous
expression on her face.

Brandon nodded, words leaving him as he watched the skirt
flare up, giving him a quick view of her slender thighs. He wondered if she’d
followed his orders and worn no underwear.

He’d give anything to be able to dive beneath her skirt and
check for himself.

“Here you go.” Eric walked back into the room, a bottle of
water in his hand. He offered it to Alexa, and she took it with a smile,
twisting off the cap and taking a drink. Brandon watched in fascination at the
delicate movement of her throat, the way her lips wrapped around the opening of
the bottle. Imagined those same pretty lips wrapped around his cock, taking him
deep into her mouth. Sucking him as he bumped the back of her throat, groaning
around his dick as he filled her mouth with his come.

Jesus
. He needed to get them into the bedroom and
quick.

She giggled, something she did when she was nervous he was
coming to realize and she gestured toward both of them. “So what are we
supposed to do next?”

“What do you want to do next?” Brandon moved closer to her,
unable to resist. Noticed how she stepped closer to Eric as if she might be
afraid of him or some such shit. Eric slipped an arm around her waist and
hauled her close to his side, as if staking his claim.

Damn if that didn’t just irritate the living hell out of
him.

Alexa sighed, a breathy little sexy sound that went straight
to his dick. “I like kissing. Do you guys like kissing?”

“I’m always up for kissing.” Eric tucked her hair behind her
ear. “You know this.”

She giggled again, and the sound drove Brandon mad. Eric’s
attentiveness also pissed him off. “Then let’s make out. That was my biggest
fantasy concerning you back then, Eric. Us making out.”

What was this, some high school shit? Going back down memory
lane for a visit? Brandon enjoyed kissing just like anyone else. Hell, he
couldn’t wait to kiss her because he never really had.

But this reminiscing crap was gonna drive him insane.

He could do nothing but endure it.

Chapter Seven

Alexa slowly wrapped herself around Eric, nestling her body
close to his. His arms automatically went around her, one hand splayed across
her back, the other firmly gripping her butt. She slipped her arms around his
neck, hands buried in his soft, perpetually messy hair, their faces so close
she could feel his breath waft across her lips, minty and alluring.

Yes, she wanted to kiss Eric, but she also wanted to drive
Brandon absolutely out of his mind with wanting her. And it worked. She could
tell just from the hard set of his jaw, the murderous glare in his eyes. His
hands were clenched into fists at his sides as he watched them. She saw his
struggle to keep a neutral expression. The man was an open book.

And she enjoyed it. Enjoyed torturing him, making him
jealous. She’d known it would be worth it. His emotions would build, slow and
simmering at first until he would finally blow and take command.

She couldn’t wait for him to take command.

For now, she relished the sensation of being in Eric’s
strong arms, his hard chest pressed against hers. His hands massaged her ass in
gentle strokes and her skin tingled. She wore no panties just as Brandon
requested and she was eager to feel a pair of strong male hands glide over her
bare flesh.

“So pretty, so sexy,” Eric murmured, his mouth hovering
above hers.

Her tongue darted out, and she licked at the seam of his
lips, earning a moan from him. “So eager too,” he said, his voice laced with
amusement.

“Kiss me, Eric,” she urged, her hands tightening in his
hair, giving a little tug. She wanted to tease Brandon, but she didn’t want to
be teased by Eric.

Selfish and greedy she knew, but she was trying to keep a
hold of this situation, at least for now. She’d give up her control soon
enough.

Eric’s mouth brushed against hers, lips full and soft and
slightly damp from her lick. She immediately opened to him, her tongue meeting
his and he crushed her closer, deepening the kiss. She ground against him. His
hands gripped her ass so hard she had no choice but to push herself into his
already erect cock. The kiss grew deeper, wilder, their tongues twirling,
mouths meshing, their hot panting breaths melding into each other.

She swore she heard a low growl come from Brandon’s
direction, and she broke the kiss, whispered in Eric’s ear. “Put your hands
under my skirt.”

Without hesitation he lifted the hem of her simple black
dress, his hands moving with quick efficiency under the fabric to land upon her
naked ass. A groan of appreciation sounded from deep inside him, and he kissed
her again, his tongue licking at the recesses of her mouth as his hands gently
stroked her skin. Her dress fell immediately back over his wandering hands,
concealing her from Brandon’s gaze, and she ripped away from Eric. He watched
her with glittering eyes, his big hands spanning her ass. “What?”

“Lift my skirt.” She swallowed hard, feeling a little bit
like a slut. “I want Brandon to see me. I want him to see you touch me.”

Understanding dawned in his golden eyes and he nodded, his
hands moving once again to the hem of her skirt. Slowly he lifted it, bunched
the fabric into his fists and held it up with one hand. All the while his other
hand stroked and soothed, his index finger traced the seam of her ass, making
her squirm. The unmistakable scent of her arousal filled the room, musky and
potent, and she glanced over her shoulder. Saw the telltale twitch of Brandon’s
nostrils as he breathed in her scent.

God, her pussy flooded with cream at the sight of him. She
wanted her hands on him, wanted to feel him touch her, slide his finger deep
inside her body.

“Brandon,” she choked out, overcome with her need. “Please
come here.”

He went to them silently and stood behind her, not touching
her. She studied him from over her shoulder, her breath shuddering past
trembling lips. “Touch me,” she whispered.

“Where, Lexi?” His voice was firm, his expression tense. His
hands were still clenched, flexing now, as if he restrained himself from
reaching for her.

“Wherever you want,” she answered, relief flooding her when
she felt his hands settle on her waist.

Eric’s hand moved away from her ass, and he grasped her
chin, yanking her face to his. Their mouths met, lips clinging, tongues dancing
and she felt Brandon’s big hands slide down her flesh, cupping the underside of
her ass. She wiggled against him and spread her legs, hoping like hell he knew
what she asked for and thank God he did.

He touched her, his fingers glancing across her pussy and
she moaned into Eric’s mouth. Another touch, firmer this time, his index finger
slid between her swollen pussy lips and searched her folds. Gathered her cream then
swirled about her clit before diving deep inside her body.

“Oh God.” She tore her lips from Eric’s, and leaned her
forehead against his shoulder, hardly able to control herself. Already she
wanted to come, was desperate to come. Her clit throbbed, her pussy clenched
around Brandon’s thrusting finger and Eric’s hand joined in the play. Smoothed
back over her ass, his fingers teased at the rosette nestled between her lower
cheeks.

Alexa thrust back against Brandon’s rigid finger, wishing
like hell it was his thick cock. She couldn’t wait to take him inside her. To
feel that monstrous thing stretch her wide, fill her to the brim. She panted
against Eric’s hard shoulder, her orgasm swooping down and ready to take over.
She reached for it, reached…

He withdrew his finger from her and stepped back, and she
immediately wanted to cry. Scream and yell and throw something. Her clit, her
pussy was on fire with need. Her body vibrated, her skin felt stretched to the
limit, and she pulled herself out of Eric’s embrace, mad beyond belief.

“What the hell?” she asked, pushing her hair away from her
face.

He smirked at her, the handsome careless devil and slowly
shook his head. “You want it. I want you.”

“You
had
me,” she practically yelled. Eric’s hands
came to rest on her shoulders from behind, but she shrugged him off.

This was her battle with Brandon, and she didn’t want Eric’s
comfort. He’d been nothing but kind to her, giving her exactly what she wanted,
no questions asked.

She didn’t want him to placate her. She needed to let her
rage out on Brandon.

“Not completely.” Brandon slowly walked in a circle around
her and Eric. “Not the way I want you.”

“And how do you want me?” Curiosity filled her along with a
heavy dose of fear. He set her on edge, this man. She didn’t know what he
wanted from her, kept himself a mystery that she wanted to constantly figure
out.

He knew it too. Did it all on purpose to tease her,
tantalize her, make her want him more.

It worked. The asshole.

“Brandon,” Eric said, a warning edge to his voice but
Brandon halted him with one pointed glance.

“I want to tie you up, pretty little Lexi. And then I want
to eat that wet pussy until I make you scream. And in the middle of your
screaming, I’m going to fuck you with my cock until you scream for more. What
do you think of that?”

Oh my God. She didn’t know what to say. It was everything
she wanted. But tied up? Trussed up like a prisoner and left at his mercy? She
didn’t know if she wanted to go that far.

She didn’t know if she could trust him.

“You’re fucking crazy,” Eric muttered and shook his head.

Brandon ignored him, his intense expression just for her.
“What do you say, Lexi? Are you up for it?”

“I—I don’t know,” she stammered truthfully as she gnawed on
her lower lip. The way he looked at her, as if he wanted to eat her up, it was
arousing. And scary. She didn’t think sex could be like this.

Potent and terrifying and all consuming. She wanted Eric,
she enjoyed his gentle touches and passionate kisses but, my God, the way
Brandon looked at her, the things he offered her. It was all too much.

And just what she wanted.

Eric was losing Lex already and damn it, he didn’t know what
to do.

She visibly trembled as she and Brandon stared each other
down. He’d had her. The moment he’d appeared in the room she’d been visibly
relieved at seeing him. Had latched onto him all the while Brandon quietly
glowered. She asked for his kiss, and he’d gladly given it to her, letting all
the passion, all the emotion that had built up since he last saw her erupt in
that outrageous meeting of their lips.

And then it had been like a cold splash of reality when he
realized that she was using him. Using him to make Brandon jealous. Using him
to lure Brandon in and get what she really wanted.

Not him. But Brandon.

Fuck. This wasn’t going the way he wanted it to. He thought
it would be fun, inviting Alexa into their relationship. Spice things up, so to
speak. Brandon had said he did it for him. He’d brought Alexa in for Eric since
he wanted her so damn bad.

Now he wondered if Brandon wanted her for himself.

“Stop pushing her,” Eric said, angry with Brandon, with
himself, hell with Alexa too. Why couldn’t she see how much he wanted her? How
much he would do for her?

Brandon was trying to prove some sort of macho point, and he
wasn’t sure what it might be. Growling and commanding and asking to tie her up,
what the fuck? He’d never tied his ass up, never even made the offer once, and
he considered their relationship to be pretty damn passionate.

“She wants to be pushed,” Brandon murmured. He went to Alexa
and grabbed her by the upper arm, giving her a gentle push. “Let’s go to the
bedroom, sweetheart.”

Eric followed them, anger making his skin burn. Anger and
arousal and frustration. He’d offered her up to Brandon earlier so he really
had no choice in the matter. Brandon was going to take her, consequences and
hurt feelings be damned.

“Let’s get you out of this dress,” Brandon practically
crooned as he came to a stop at the foot of the bed. Alexa stood before him
quietly, her gaze locked solely on him as he reached for the hem of her dress.
He tugged it up and over her head, revealing her completely naked body, and
Eric stood beside her, gaping at her beauty.

She hadn’t worn any underwear, not even a bra and her rosy
pink nipples were rock hard. The curve of her breasts, the slope of her belly
and the delicate tufts of dark hair that curled between her legs had his cock
lengthening in his jeans. Ready to bust free.

He’d have to be patient and wait his turn.

Fuck.

Brandon gave a low whistle, and he looked at Eric. “Nice,
huh? Wouldn’t you like to see her tied up and sprawled across the bed?”

“I don’t think she wants to be tied up,” Eric murmured.

“Tie me up,” she said, her voice defiant, her expression
determined. “If you don’t want me to touch you then fine, tie me up.”

Brandon considered her words, his expression growing
thoughtful though Eric caught a devious gleam in his eyes. “It’s not that I
don’t want you to touch—us. I want to focus solely on you and your pleasure.
Don’t you agree, Eric?”

“Sure,” he answered with a slight shrug, earning an
irritated glare from Brandon. “Of course.”

“But what about you two?” She looked from one man to the
other, her eyes wide, her breasts jiggling slightly with the movement. She was
temptation personified. Eric didn’t know how much patience he had left in him
to have this stupid discussion.

He just wanted to touch her. Fuck her. Now.

“Don’t worry about us, sweetheart,” Brandon drawled as he
reached for her, drew his fingers across her breasts. She flinched at his
touch. “We’ll find our satisfaction with you.”

She pressed her lips together, and with a quick nod, she
climbed onto the bed, spreading her arms and legs wide. Offering them a glimpse
at the pink mysterious depths of her pussy, her folds glistened with cream.
Eric watched with fascination, wondering at her taste. He’d never gone down on
a woman before.

“Damn that is a sight.” Brandon shook his head and went to
his dresser, opening the top drawer. He withdrew a handful of ties, ties Eric
didn’t even realize he owned since the man worked at a gym for the love of God.
He tossed two of them to Eric. “Tie up her legs while I tie her arms?”

Eric took the ties silently and went to her, his fingers
clasping around one slender ankle and adjusting her just so. Their bed was
large, with formidable posts at each corner, and it was easy for him to truss
her up to first one corner of the bed, then the other.

She didn’t say a word, just watched him as he tied her up,
her eyes bright, her expression a mixture of wariness and arousal. He stroked
her, his fingers skittered up the length of her calf, tickled beneath her knee
and she shivered, a little smile curling her lips. His fingers moved upward, as
if with a mind of their own and tangled in the scant hair that covered her
mound. She lifted her hips in encouragement, and he dipped his fingers deeper,
encountered hot, wet flesh and the delicious slide of her juices.

He brought his wet fingers to his lips and tasted. Musky
sweet, fragrant, a little sour, he licked again, getting used to her taste. A
low groan sounded from the bed, and he watched as her eyes slid closed, her
lips parted.

“Touch me again,” she murmured and he did, his finger
nudging against her clit, drifting through her folds. He broached her entry,
circled it with the tip of his finger and her legs jerked against her
restraints as she cried out.

“She likes that,” Brandon said, approval in his deep voice.

Eric glanced up to find his lover watching him, pleasure
lighting his eyes, his fingers curled about one still-free wrist. Alexa’s other
arm was already tied up and Brandon stroked her, his fingers drifting almost
down to her armpit and then back up, making her shiver.