Page 131 of Beauty
Noah’s right. He wants to watch.
I turn back to the man still gently stroking me, keeping the fire in my core alive. “I-I don’t know.” My mind is too foggy, my emotions too unstable to allow me to think right now.
Behind his glasses, Noah’s eyes are heavy-lidded. “Stop thinking. You want to come. He wants you to come. And I wanthim to watch me make you come.” He presses a kiss to my lips. “Okay?”
My head bobs in acquiescence before I can second-guess myself.
His wicked grin returns, making my heart stammer. “Good girl.” He presses his mouth to mine and kisses me slowly, his movements once again mimicking far dirtier acts. He works me higher and higher, the desire in my belly winding so tight it’s ready to snap. Then he nudges my chin so I’m forced to look at Garreth again.
Even from across the darkened room, there’s no denying the heat in his gaze. His jaw is tight and his expression is unreadable, but he doesn’t bother trying to hide the large bulge in his pants.
Garreth is gifted in that area, just like Noah, and I enjoyed my time with him. But it was never more than good sex. With Noah, it’s mind-blowing. It’s on another level. And the connection goes far beyond the physical.
He’s my soulmate, and he knows it.
Only a man secure in our connection would allow an ex to watch as he pleasured me. He knows there’s no competition. There never has been, even in the years we were apart.
So I do as he says, and I watch the man across the room. I perform for both of them, and I love every minute of it.
As I ride Noah’s hand, I lick my lips, not just parched but craving a specific taste. The whiskey in Garreth’s glass calls to me, making me needier.
“What are you thinking?”
When I don’t answer, too caught up in the moment, Noah nips at my ear.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, butterfly, or I stop.”
A shaky breath escapes me. “I’m thinking I want Garreth’s whiskey on my lips.”
“Dirty girl.” He sucks on the sensitive spot below my ear, then laps at it, soothing the sting. “Tell him.” The raspy quality of his voice, the confidence and desire there, causes goose bumps to scatter across my body.
But when his words register, my heart leaps into my throat. “What?”
“Do it.” He clutches my thigh, holding me to him. “You want him to come sit by us while I get you off? I’m game. He doesn’t taste you, but you can have his whiskey.”
I shake my head. “No. I just.” I sigh, though it sounds more like a whimper. “I don’t know what I want.”
“You want to lie down and let me lick you until you come for us?”
Warmth gushes from me at the thought, no doubt soaking his hand. “Fuck, I do. Shit.”
“Lean back, baby.”
As I ease myself onto my back on the bench, he tears my panties off.
From this angle, Garreth appears upside down. The whole world honestly feels upside down after the way Noah has edged me.
“Call him over,” he rasps.
My ex is still watching, still solely fixated on me. And when I use a finger to motion him over, he stands immediately.
My lungs seize up.Shit. Shit. Shit.This is happening. How the fuck did I end up in a bar half naked with two men? And why am I considering the best way to get all three of us completely naked?
Noah would never.
Would he?
My heart stutters at the idea.
