Page 58 of Savage Blooms
He circled her clit with his fingers, slow at first and then with more force. Eileen squirmed under his touch, giggling in a teasing fashion, so Adam used his free hand to hold her down by the waist, making her still. The laughter dried right up as her heart pounded against her ribs.
A firm hand was the secret to getting under her skin, as Adam would quickly learn.
“You play dirty,” Eileen whispered, her breath ghosting across his mouth without her lips ever making contact. No matter how lovely he looked right now, she refused to kiss him. That seemed more intimate than his hand between her legs. She had only ever kissed her parents on the cheek, and Finley on the mouth. Kissing was one of her favorite things in the world, especially the unhurried, sweet kind that made her heartbeat slow and made her feel, for one long moment, like a normal human girl capable of normal human emotions.
She wasn’t sure she could trust Adam with that just yet.
Her hands found the button on his jeans and quickly unfastened it. Adam yanked his jeans down over his ass, revealing his painfully hard length. Eileen wrapped her soft fingers around him and began to stroke, firm and deliberate. She lived for this filthy, furtive kind of sex, the stolen gasping moments that made her feel like she couldn’t come fast enough.
The sound of Nicola’s rising and falling voice broke through the haze of Eileen’s pleasure, and Adam stole a glance in her direction. Eileen watched him watching Nicola, all the hotter because of the agonized line that appeared between his brows.
Nicola had pushed Finley down onto his back on the carpet, braceleting his wrists with her hands and holding them up above his head. Finley looked punch drunk and dazed as Nicola ground her hips against him. Eileen never held him down like that, never used his body for her own pleasure. She enjoyed the friction of a power struggle, but she enjoyed losing the struggle more.
Was this something Finley liked, being bossed around and handled roughly? The thought sent a spiral of heat curling through Eileen’s womb, nearly pushing her over the edge.
Nicola broke first, coming with a high-pitched cry that liquified something inside Eileen’s brain. Finley followed her shortly thereafter, making a deliciously dirty mess of his slacks.
Adam made a bruised noise, hips bucking. And then, caught up in the unspeakably erotic atmosphere of all four of them debased together on the floor, he spilled in Eileen’s hand with a groan.
“I win,” Eileen said triumphantly.
“No, you don’t,” Adam ground out and pushed two fingers inside her. Eileen gasped, a tremor rolling through her thighs. She had never had anyone else but Finleyinside her, and he rarely touched her likethis,plunging her depths like there were secret treasures hidden away in the heart of her for the taking. Adam rubbed a circle against the sweet spot alongside her inner wall.
“Adam,” Eileen gasped.
She only lasted a few more moments, then clenched around him as her orgasm swept through her body. She all but saw stars, her vision whiting out for a few exquisite seconds.
Then her forehead dropped down against his shoulder, her chest heaving with exertion.
“The past,” Eileen panted, the morsel of truth slipping from her lips unbidden. She hadn’t meant to say that. Maybe Adam had won this round, after all. Maybe he was clever enough to match her. “That’s what’s out in that cave.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Nicola
The game dissolved quickly after that. Red-faced with pleasure and shame, everyone exchanged goodnights and disappeared to go shower off the evidence of their little victories. Nicola had never been to Eileen’s bedroom, but she suspected Eileen lived on the very top floor, up the narrow set of servants’ stairs at the end of the main hallway where Nicola slept. That suspicion was only strengthened when Nicola glimpsed Eileen pulling Finley with her up that little flight of stairs.
Adam walked Nicola to her room, just like all those times he had walked her to her car after a night of bar-hopping, only this time, he couldn’t meet her eyes. Nicola’s thighs still ached from pinning Finley down beneath her, and her lips still tingled from where Adam had kissed her, pressing his confession into her skin. She felt weighteddown with wanting and light as air at the same time, perfectly in command of herself and yet totally out of control.
She didn’t know what she had been thinking in the parlor. She had wanted Adam, and she had wanted Finley, in a disparate yet complimentary way, and in the heady haze of the game, the answer had seemed so simple: have them both. But now, with a clearer postcoital head, complications swept in.
None of them had talked about any of this. Finley was Eileen’s, and Adam was certainly not Nicola’s, that much had always been painfully clear.
But Adam had kissed herlikeshe was his, like she was the lady he wanted to honor with roses and courtly devotion by day, then despoil and devour by candlelight at night. And Finley had looked up at her with something close to religious devotion, bucking against her and whimpering like she was the cruelest goddess he could ever want to be sworn to.
Nicola, who wasn’t used to being anything to anyone, was terrified and intoxicated by it all.
“Um, goodnight,” she said now, twisting her fingers as she stood at her bedroom door. Adam was with her in the hallway, only inches away.
She had spent so long resisting the impulse to kiss him that now, with that sacred veil torn right down the middle, she wanted to do nothingbutkiss him, over and over again.
“Are you all right?” Adam asked, searching her face with his blue eyes. God, he was so tall.
“Why wouldn’t I be all right?” Nicola asked. Adam could think whatever he liked about her, but she refused to let him think she was scared of a little light group sex. She had enjoyed a threesome once in her lab partner’s dorm room, losing herself in two other girls for an hour before they ate cold Domino’s naked in bed and braided each other’s hair. She might be sensitive, but she wasn’t delicate.
“That was a lot,” Adam said, like it was obvious.
“Maybe I like a lot,” Nicola said softly, exposing more of herself than she wanted to, right now, so late at night. “Would that be so bad?”
