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  Scarlet hissed out her breath. “Shit. There’s got to be thirty people in here.”

  Her gaze landed on Glade, her stomach dropping at the knowing look in his eyes.

  Roman sighed. “He’s watching us. Waiting to see if we’ll actually man up.” He tilted his head, giving her an apologetic smile. “Don’t think we can opt out of this one, darling.”

  Aiden pushed to his feet, extending his hand. “Nope. But it doesn’t have to be you baring it all. The man did say we could choose who gave and who received. Unless you want me to stake my claim, because I really don’t care how many people are in here. It’ll just be us up there.”

  Her heart skipped, tripping back into a shaky rhythm as she accepted his hand, easing to her feet. “You’d do that? Be the one on display?”

  He chuckled. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot your ass is in those shorts? Trust me. No one’s going to be watching me. But if that helps you cope…”

  He pulled her close, dropping a wet kiss on her before leading her to the stage. She glanced back at Roman, but he just smiled, crossing his legs as he leaned back, arms resting along the top of the couch.

  Aiden stopped at the stairs, following her gaze. “Don’t worry about Roman. Watching you suck me off is going to drive him wild. Promise. Now get your sexy ass up those steps before I decide it really should be your pussy beneath my tongue.”

  Scarlet released a shuddering breath. Fuck. The man could make her come from his words alone. She pressed against him, smoothing her hands up his chest as she nipped at his chin. “Guess it’s a good thing I haven’t eaten today.”

  She spun, putting extra swing in her hips as she climbed the steps to the stage, picking out a spot that afforded Roman the best view. She waited for Aiden to move in front of her before going to her knees, slowly clasping her hands behind her back. She bowed her head, giving him the semblance of submission as the rasp of his zipper echoed in her head. Other voices sounded around her, but she focused on the rustle of his jeans, the thud of them hitting the floor. She held her breath, praying she wouldn’t lose her nerve when his hand grazed her face.

  She looked up, humming out her breath. “God, damn, Aiden. You’re spectacular.”

  His smile said everything she needed to know. “I’m not thrilled that this will be our…” He huffed. “I will have to spank you later. But for now, it’s just us up here. And Roman’s the only one watching.”

  “I love you.”

  His smile widened. She pushed the rest of the room out of her mind, concentrating on the hard lines of his muscles, the way his broad shoulders narrowed into his lean waist, taut bands across his abdomen creating shadows on his skin. The man was grace and strength rolled into a breath-taking package, and he was hers.

  She leaned forward, inhaling his masculine scent. Spicy man mixed with cocoanut soap teased her senses and she nuzzled his groin, loving that he kept himself bare. That she’d be able to lick every inch of his shaft and the heavy sac that hung between his legs. She traced her lips along his length, giving him just a hint of her tongue as she stopped level with the head, smiling at the bead of fluid gracing the tip.

  She looked up at him, eyebrows raised. “Horny, baby?”

  He speared his fingers through her hair, holding the mass back from her face. “Since I met you.” He tightened his grip. “No teasing.”

  “Don’t you want me to put on a show?”

  “Next time.” He growled at her smug grin. “Scarlet.”

  The deep rumble in his voice made her stomach flutter, the unspoken command peaking her nipples against her bra. Now, he had her thinking about both men spanking her, and fuck, if it didn’t make her wet. A hot swirl of need coiled in her groin.

  Aiden tugged on the strands bunched in his hand, drawing her attention. “Are you picturing me spanking you? Or are you picturing both of us?” He released a raspy breath. “Shit, baby. I can’t wait until we get you home. You’re going to be so damn busy for the next fifty years. But for now…”

  Scarlet dipped forward to drop a kiss on the end of his cock. It jerked in response, bobbing up toward his abdomen before settling in front of her face again. She wanted to wrap her fingers around his thick length—feel the contrast between silky skin and rock-hard strength. Scratch a line to the crown with her nails, knowing the sensation drove him mad.

  Instead, she poked out her tongue, moving slowly, wanting Aiden to anticipate the first flick across his flesh. His stomach clenched at the gentle contact, once again raising his cock. She waited as it descended, this time angling her head above the crown. He moaned as she lapped at his skin, licking the slippery fluid away. She hummed at the unique flavor of him, making a second pass. Salty spice bathed her tongue, making more juice cream her cleft. Damn, she didn’t just want to suck him off, she wanted to fuck him. And Roman. Feel them surrender themselves to her—give herself to them in every way.

  She pushed aside her desires. There’d be time to delve into them later. For now, she soothed the ache tingling her clit by focusing on Aiden. The smooth glide of his shaft against her mouth, the twitch of his muscles as she spread her lips, taking him deep inside.

  “Fuck, baby. So damn hot and wet.” He hissed out his next few breaths, clenching his fingers in her hair. “Like Heaven and Hell.”

  She hollowed her cheeks as she slowly retreated, pressing her tongue against the thick veins lining the underside. She kept the crown encased within her mouth, sucking on the head, before sinking down again, taking him as far as she could to the back of her throat.

  His breathing increased, soft murmurs of encouragement sounding around her. She pulled free this time, dipping beneath his shaft to nuzzle his sac. She took her time, laving his skin before mouthing each side. His body tensed, a distinctive grunt spurring her on.

  Aiden tugged on her hair, guiding her back to his cock, pressing the tip against her mouth. “Take me deep, Scarlet. And don’t stop this time. I’m too fucking close.”

  He began moving with her, sliding his cock deep inside her mouth then easing it back, never quite halting his movements. He thrust his hips back and forth, the steady rhythm obviously building his need. She glanced up at him, hands still clasped behind her back, pumping his shaft into her mouth. He met her gaze, gritting his teeth as he tilted his head back, the muscles in his neck cording from the tension. She opened wider, allowing him to set the pace, knowing his loss of control would be her reward.

  He tried to meter his thrusts, hips jerking as he obviously fought against the rush of pleasure that flushed his skin. She could track the progression of it. How his sac pulled tight to his body, his cock weeping additional precious fluid along her tongue. He fisted his fingers then released them, the sporadic twitches tingling her clit until she feared she might climax from just the feel of his hands in her hair.

  “Damn. Scarlet. I can’t hold off. You’re so fucking hot. So much pressure.” He hung his head in seeming defeat. “Shit, they want to see me…”

  She growled her defiance, sealing her mouth more forcefully around him. His gaze snapped to hers before his eyes squeezed shut, a muffled curse rasping free. He tried to pull her head back, but she refused. He could shoot the last of his release on her chest. But she wouldn’t surrender without a taste. Without knowing she’d won.

  “Fuck. Scarlet.”

  His words sounded harsh. An echoed groan rose from the crowd. Aiden pumped into her mouth a dozen more times before his body stiffened, the first pulse of his seed coating her tongue. She hummed her victory, swallowing two more shots before reaching for his cock, angling the head at her chest. He came again, this spurt splashing across her breasts, the warm feel of his release making her pussy clench emptily. She didn’t want him to finish on her skin. She wanted to taste every drop. Have Roman pound into her from behind. Vanquish the burning need deep inside her.

  Aiden emptied three more pulses onto her flesh, finally bowing over her, chest heaving as his hold in her hair finally loosened.
It took what felt like several tries before his hands fell from her head, and he went to his knees in front of her. He cupped her jaw as he raised her face to his, his mouth crushing down possessively over hers. She allowed him complete control, hoping her surrender would ease the tension in his muscles as they flexed beneath her hands. Aiden sighed once they’d finally parted, forehead resting on hers, their breath mixing. He gave her one last gentle kiss, stealing her heart more with the soft press of his lips than when he’d conquered her.

  He thumbed the corner of her mouth. “I love you. You know that, right?”

  She gave him a genuine smile. “I think you destroyed any doubts when you stepped up on that stage. Do you know what that meant to me? Having you as the focus, the one bared?”

  “Like I said. I don’t compare to you, baby. They hardly saw me beyond that ass of yours. But if it made you feel better…”

  “That’s not why you did it and we both know it.” She kissed him again. “Thank you.”

  He nodded, glancing at her chest. “Shit. I owe you a bath.”

  “If I’d had my way, there wouldn’t be a mess to clean up.”

  “Naughty wench. You always did rebel against the rules.”

  He eased back, helping her to her feet before yanking up his pants. The guy with the microphone sauntered over, drawing his finger through the remnants of Aiden’s climax still clinging to her skin as he gave them a creepy smile.

  He turned to the crowd. “Seems our Christmas angel knows how to give head. A round of applause for Ms. December.”

  Scarlet plastered on a fake smile, picking her way back to Roman, ignoring the blatant leers from the men sitting in the crowd. Aiden kept his hand on the small of her back, the constant pressure grounding her. She stopped at the love seat, attention focused on Roman as he shifted his gaze to her chest, the muscle in his jaw twitching. He stood, holding up a wet towel one of Glade’s staff must have given him, before brushing it across her skin, removing the last bits of sticky fluid.

  Aiden moved in close. “Anyone stand out?”

  “Yeah. Everyone. They’re all strange in some way. I did notice that Glade has his photographer taking candid shots. Not sure it’s that simple, but…” He shrugged. “He’s definitely on the short list. He’s the one person who can openly film the guests without question. And we should try to get a look at his darkroom. Maybe while he’s busy during one of the photo sessions. I also saw Ms. November scowling throughout the entire show. Her partner nudged her, but she flipped him off, choosing to watch.”

  “Not everyone wants to be on stage. Maybe they had a fight?”

  Roman nodded, looking up when Glade stepped over to them. He greeted the older man. “Well?”

  Glade grinned, the look on his face slightly unnerving as he finally focused on Roman again. “It would appear your partners know how to put on a show. I haven’t seen a man come that hard in years. She has quite the wicked mouth.”

  Roman wrapped his arm around her. “That she does.”

  Glade motioned to Aiden. “Perhaps you two gentlemen will give us an equally good display later? Based on that kiss that first night, I assume you two are lovers, as well.”

  “Of course. We just figured the purpose of the gathering was to showcase our girl.” Roman ran his fingers through the ends of her hair. “After all, it’s her ass everyone wants to see.”

  “Not just her ass.” He took a step back. “Lovely seeing the three of you again. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

  He wandered off, whistling to himself.

  Roman frowned, shaking his head before turning back to them. His gaze fell to the cloth, his vein pulsing again. He grabbed Scarlet by the waist, tugging her tight against him as he smoothed one hand over her buttocks, squeezing her flesh. “You’d best get your ass back to our room before I fucking mount you right here, because, darling, I’m one breath away from completely losing control.” He nodded at Aiden. “You, too, or we really will give these folks a show.”

  Roman wove his fingers through hers and headed out with Aiden bringing up the rear. The man’s hand never left the small of her back, and she had a hunch that both men were feeling more than a little possessive right now. And if their pace was any indication, she was in for one hell of a ride.

  Chapter Seven

  Roman tugged Scarlet behind him, every thought centered on reaching their room and finally loving her the way he’d been envisioning for the past three months. Hell, the past two years. Only this time, it wouldn’t be a fantasy. It wouldn’t end with his hand around his dick, calling her name to nothing but the splash of the water against the shower wall. And he wouldn’t be alone.

  The steady footfalls of Aiden behind him only increased the need hammering at Roman’s head. They’d never shared a woman—never wanted another to join them—other than Scarlet. And he knew his buddy was just as invested as he was. Roman could tell by the way Aiden had looked at him from the stage, the man’s cum still smeared on Scarlet’s chest. Aiden wasn’t the sort of guy to embrace public displays, but he’d pushed aside his own feelings to spare Scarlet hers. And Roman loved the man more for that simple sacrifice.

  He stopped at their room, opening the door with a twist of the key in the lock. Roman liked the nostalgic feel of a key—the comforting weight of it in his pocket—and was glad Glade hadn’t opted to modernize his old mansion in that particular fashion. It also meant picking locks was a viable option if needed.

  The old door creaked open, swinging against the wall as Roman marched inside and turned once he’d cleared the doorway. A throaty moan was all the warning he gave Scarlet before backing her into Aiden’s chest. Her breath left her on a hiss as he pressed his body against hers, leaving just enough room for Aiden’s hands to cup her waist. A low hum accompanied Roman’s touch as he smoothed his fingers up her ribcage, stopping just below her breasts.

  She forced in a quick breath, her heart beating a tattoo beneath his hands. “Roman—”

  He cut her off with a single finger pressed to her lips. He moved impossibly closer, brushing his chest across her nipples. Her head fell back against Aiden’s shoulder as the light motion tightened the tiny buds further, pushing them out against the thin material. Roman smiled, flicking his thumb over one turgid peak as he lowered his lips to her neck.

  “There’s not a doubt in my mind that you want this. Need it as much as we do. But I promised not to rush you, and if you’re not ready to move beyond what we’ve already shared—if you need more time before we take you into our bed—I’ll respect that, but…”

  He sighed, feathering his breath across her skin. She arched into him, clenching her jaw as he scraped his teeth along the hollow of her shoulder.

  He ended it with a light bite before meeting her gaze again. “I need you. We both do. So damn much it hurts.”

  She kissed the finger still pressed to her lips, tracing the line of his jaw before tunneling her hands through his hair. She guided his head closer to hers, nipping at his bottom lip. “I need you and Aiden, too. Now I believe you mentioned something about losing control.”

  “Dangerous challenge, darling, especially when you know how close to the edge we are.” He dropped a soft kiss behind her ear, smiling at her whispered gasp. “But if you truly trust us, we’ll show you how we’ve been dreaming of loving you all this time.”

  He nodded at Aiden, smiling when the man lifted his hand, cupping one breast and holding it out to Roman.

  He held her gaze as he dipped down, laving her nipple through her skimpy top before using his teeth and holding the nub captive. He bit down just enough to make her moan, before releasing and raising his face level with hers. He brushed his lips across hers, tasting her anticipation. The scent of her desire wafted around them, stronger than when they’d left their room earlier, and he couldn’t wait for her reply. Her mouth was too close, her lips too damn full to wait. He slanted over her, testing their softness, forcing himself to go slowly. If this was going to work—be someth
ing more permanent than a few days away from the rest of the world—he and Aiden needed to seduce her into their bed. Lure her with tempting touches and fleeting caresses designed to leave her wanting more. Though he knew she was committed to them, actually making love to both of them was a huge step. No matter how much she wanted it.

  She hesitated, her lips touching his, her breath a sweet bounty of chocolate and spice. He hedged his bet, tracing her bottom lip with his tongue, dipping just the tip inside her mouth. A breathy little whimper was the only indication he’d won before her hands curled around his neck, raking through his hair.

  Roman moaned his victory, plunging his tongue inside her wet heat, using Aiden’s shoulder to tilt her back and deepen the kiss. His lover growled, shifting his hands to cover her breasts, finding just the right amount of pressure with his fingers to make her groan into Roman’s mouth. Roman pulled back, watching her eyelids flutter open, her lips still parted, the edges wet and swollen. She moaned again when Aiden tweaked her nipples harder.

  Roman gazed down at her. “So is that an unequivocal yes?”

  Scarlet tilted her head back to look at Aiden. He dipped down, brushing his lips across hers, tracing their fullness with his tongue. He eased away when she tried to kiss him, his smile causing the breath to hiss from her chest.

  Aiden quirked an eyebrow. “We need to know you’re ready. This is more than a tumble in the sheets. I’ve already told you. Roman and I want you in our lives—permanently. If you have even the slightest doubt that now is the time to take this next step…”

  “I’m more than ready. But I won’t lie. I’ve never…” She sighed. “I’m just a bit nervous what you…what you both expect of me. Once we’re all in the heat of things, and…” A deep flush laced down her chest. “I don’t want to disappoint you. What if I don’t live up to your fantasies?”