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She listened almost too well, and he suddenly became the
unmovable wall holding her upright, preventing her from slithering to the
floor. She moaned, louder and longer this time, and drew her bottom lip between
her teeth. Christ, the woman’s sex appeal was off the charts. He’d pictured her
this way too many times to count. Okay, not with Porter getting all the action
while he stood holding her. But he’d envisioned the expressions she would make,
the sounds he would hear as her body took control of her mind and she inched
her way to an orgasm.

“Does it feel good, Marsha?” he whispered against the side
of her neck. “Do you like what Porter is doing to you?”

“Yes, oh God,
yes
.” She hissed the words, crying out
and jerking at something Porter did to her pussy.

Reid shifted, stabilizing her body differently against his
so he could get both hands on her again. He danced his fingers along the sides
of her breasts, slid his palms beneath them and lifted. Her nipples stood out
in perfect, rock-hard points that he wanted to wrap his lips around, wanted to
suck into his mouth. He settled for playing with them for now, gliding the pads
of his thumbs around the taut buds, flicking over the tips, and then catching
them between his thumbs and forefingers for a pressured squeeze.

She bucked in his arms, writhed, made sounds he never
thought to hear from such a strongly in-control woman like her, and he knew she
was teetering on the edge.

“It’s my turn next.” He licked his way across her shoulder
and up the side of her neck as he continued to play with her nipples, rolling
and tugging on them and delighting in the responses he received. He breathed in
deeply, taking in her scent and imagining he was in Porter’s position, that he
was thrusting his tongue inside her sweet heat and lapping her thick juices.

“Yes.” One of her hands glided up the back of his head, her
fingers fisting in his hair.

It felt so freaking good to have her hands on him, even that
little bit, and he knew he would be the one to allow her any liberties she
wanted to take. Hell, he would encourage her to take them.

“Come for us, Marsha.” He nipped her earlobe, dragged his
tongue over the spot and delved the tip inside her ear. “I want to feel you
come apart in my arms.”

She moaned, a low and throaty rumble of pure erotic
pleasure, and her grip on his hair tightened. The fingers of her other hand
gripped his nape firmly, her nails digging hard enough into his flesh to draw
blood, and the sensation ricocheted straight to his balls. Whatever Porter had
started to do to her pussy had her clawing, quite literally, over the edge.

Her moans grew louder, mixed with the slurping sounds
drifting from between her legs and she started to gyrate, grinding her shapely
ass between his body and Porter’s face. His cock was hard as stone and the
friction of the small of her back against his shaft nearly made him blow his
wad in his jeans.

She blew instead. Her body convulsed in his arms and she
made the sexiest cry he’d heard from her yet as she exploded.

Reid slowly eased his hands from her breasts, flattened them
on her abdomen, and hugged her tightly until her trembles subsided. Porter
slowly got to his feet, his hands framing her front, and met Reid’s gaze. His
brother’s mouth glittered with the remnants of Marsha’s orgasm and a blade of
jealousy sliced through Reid’s gut.

“My turn.” No freaking way would he wait another second to
sample her body.

Porter didn’t laugh, but it was there in his eyes. He nodded
and glanced toward the kitchen with the basement door inside that would lead
them to her apartment, to her bed.

Reid swept her into his arms, breathing deeply when she
settled limply against his chest, and started for the other room. He made it
three steps before she snaked an arm around his neck, turned her head into him
and used her hold to gain enough leverage to reach his jawline with her tongue.

 

Marsha didn’t know where the energy came from. She only knew
in the aftermath of that incredible orgasm she felt utterly spent and ready to
sleep. Three seconds in Reid’s arms, cuddled against him, breathing in his
musky scent, and she was ready to rock again.

“Marsha, honey, I’m trying to carry you downstairs.”

“Hard to do when you’ve stopped walking.” She grinned even
as she dragged the tip of her tongue along his jawline, loving the tickle of
his stubble to her sensitive flesh.

“Hard to walk when you’re doing that.”

“Don’t drop me.” She nosed her way to his ear and traced the
lobe with her tongue as she’d done to his jaw. Her smile widened at the guttural
growl that rumbled from his throat. “Problems?” She eased back, stilling when
he turned his head away from her. The light behind the bar landed on four
distinct red marks spanning from the side of his neck to the back. She touched
them lightly and he winced a little. “I hurt you.”

He looked at her, his gaze steady and penetrating. “It felt
good.”

“Ahh, I wouldn’t have pegged you for one who liked it
rough.” She’d expected Porter to, had gotten the vibe from him almost
immediately that he liked being in control.

“I like to know my woman is being pleasured.”

“Trust me, she was.” Marsha closed her teeth over his
jawbone and nipped. He swore under his breath and she couldn’t help but giggle.

“You’re a vixen,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Sounds to me as if you better figure out what to do with
her fast, my brother, before she has her wicked way with you right here.”
Porter’s voice rang with amusement.

Marsha turned her head, finding him almost close enough to
touch. Her gaze landed on his mouth, his lips glistening with moisture,
her
moisture, and then her attention leapt to his eyes. She wiggled her brows
playfully. He chuckled and shook his head.

The sound of a chair scraping the floor cut through the
quiet atmosphere of the bar. Startled, Marsha sucked in a quick breath, not
from the sound but from the chill of the wood to her heated flesh as Reid set
her on top of the nearest table.

“This is not where I’d planned to do this,” he grumbled even
as he moved back a half step. He reached behind his neck, gathered his shirt in
his fists, and tugged it over his head.

“I don’t care where you do this as long as you do that.”
Marsha let herself drink him in like a hot, refreshing shot of Southern
Comfort. She slid her gaze down his lean torso, following the trail of springy
curls that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. She locked her
attention there, anticipation racing through her veins as she waited for him to
remove his pants and whatever he wore beneath.

He didn’t keep her waiting long. He flipped the button of
his jeans free with a snap of his fingers, released the zipper, and shucked the
material down his narrow hips. She caught a glimpse of dark-blue boxer-briefs
as he peeled them down along with his jeans.

Then there he was, jeans around his ankles, lean legs
holding him barely a half step away from her, and a rock-solid cock jutting out
from his body like a come-get-me exclamation mark.

“Wowzers.” His cock was long and thick and magnificently
large and pointed right where she needed it most. Still, she licked her lips
and would’ve slid down from the table and dropped to her knees to take him in
her mouth if he hadn’t closed that half step between them.

“Happy now?” He flattened his hands on her thighs and eased
them apart.

She snapped out of her lusty coma and met his gaze, unable
to hide the slow smile from her lips. “I’m about to be.”

“God, you’re amazing.”

Her cheeks actually heated at that. She’d allowed two men to
undress her in the middle of her place of business, let them put their hands
all over her, let one of them go down on her while the other held her and toyed
with her, and she got embarrassed by a simple compliment. Christ, she really
had gone completely wacko.

“T-thank you.” She averted her gaze, suddenly unable to meet
his, and found herself looking at Porter. Seeing the understanding swirling
with the desire in his eyes made her throat burn. She should’ve known
tough-as-nails Porter would get it. Offhanded compliments and pick-up lines
were a dime a dozen in her business, had been throughout her life. But it was
the sincere ones, those that came from the heart as Reid’s just had, that came
few and far between. It was those that made her feel uncomfortable even as she
cherished them and locked them safely in her heart.

Porter made a show of licking his lips, then smacked them.
“Taste amazing, too.”

And leave it to Porter to know exactly how to break the
sudden tension. Reid’s hands inched farther up her thighs and he stepped
between her widespread legs. The head of his cock brushed her pussy lips and
all embarrassment fled in sudden awareness.

Her inner muscles contracted as sheer need slammed through
her system with an intensity she wouldn’t have thought she could feel so close
on the heels of her previous orgasm. She shouldn’t have been surprised, though.
Just looking at either of them had always had that effect on her body.

“Wait.” She skimmed a hand up Reid’s bare chest, threading
her fingers through the springy hairs, and reached between their bodies to
close her fingers around his shaft.

He caught her wrist. His eyes narrowed, but playfulness swam
in their depths. “You’re kidding, right? Honey, I’m about a rub, a squeeze and
a thought away from losing it.”

“Really?” She lifted a brow and fought not to laugh. She
gave his shaft a gentle but pressured squeeze and ran her other palm over his
pec, loving the solidity of both beneath her fingers and the intense jolt it
sent screaming through her system on a direct path to her core. “Believe me,
I’m as ready as you are, but I don’t want to get distracted and miss something
vitally important.”

Reid closed his eyes as he pulled her hand from his cock.
“Condom. Fuck.”

“No,” she said on a half-laugh. “I’m not worried about that.
I take the Depo shot.” She knew they were tested regularly, too. She shifted
her gaze back to Porter and pointedly raked it down his front. “You’re still
dressed.”

The corners of his lips twitched. “Seems I am.”

“Then fix it. I want to watch and I don’t want to have to
wait when I’m ready for you.” She realized as soon as the words left her mouth
how utterly slutty she sounded, but it was too late. Hell, she was servicing
two men right now. In the eyes of most of society that would make her a slut.

The smile that unfolded on Porter’s lips and his next words
swept all her inhibitions into the proverbial wastebasket. “That’s my girl.”

Something low and delicious flip-flopped in her belly. His
girl. Reid had called her his woman. She knew both statements were true, but
did they really feel that way, too?

The question flittered from her mind as Porter pulled off
his shirt, peeled down his jeans, stepped out of his shoes and kicked
everything off in a rapid succession of pure finesse and eagerness.

“Holy hormones.” The words came on a whoosh as all the air
left her lungs. Her mouth watered at the sight of perfectly sculpted pecs. Her
teeth clenched together as she slid her gaze over his dark, beaded, bite-me
nipples. She swallowed as she continued down to his gorgeously toned abs, flat
stomach, and then…

Marsha’s vision turned a little blurry around the edges as
she fixated on his cock. Coming so close after the sight of Reid’s impressive
cock, seeing Porter’s, too, made her feel positively faint. Her breasts
throbbed with the need to be touched, licked and sucked. Her pussy pulsed as wetness
seeped from between her sensitive lips. The orgasm Porter had so recently given
her was definitely a thing of the past as her entire being hummed to be taken
and satisfied right here, right freaking now.

“Better?”

Her attention leapt to Porter’s face, his expression alight
with mischief. “Almost.” She crooked a finger to draw him her way even as she
slid the hand on Reid’s chest down to his side and pulled him closer. “Now I’m
ready.”

 

Reid passed ready a long time ago. Still, he managed to hold
himself back, just another minute, just a quick taste. He rocked his hips back,
reached a hand between Marsha’s legs and swiped two fingers up her slit. They
shined with her cream as he brought them to his mouth, sucked his middle finger
in and finally got a sample of her juices.

“Warm, sweet and delicious.” He pulled the finger from his
mouth but didn’t drop his hand. She was watching him through heavy-lidded eyes
filled with lust and need.

“Have you ever tasted your pussy before, Mars?”

Yeah, Porter would know what he had in mind, why he hadn’t
cleaned the second finger of the delectable coating.

Marsha’s gaze flicked briefly to Porter, then to the finger
Reid held between their faces. She shook her head.

Reid painted her partially open lips with his fingertip.
“Want to?” He wouldn’t force it. If she shook her head or said no he’d leave it
at that.

Her tongue peeked from between her lips, a pink ribbon of
flesh that tentatively touched his finger before wrapping around it and drawing
the digit inside. She held his gaze as she circled his finger with her tongue,
sucked on it and cleaned it completely of her juices.

Watching her was so fucking sexy he lost it. His gaze still
fixated on hers, his finger still in her mouth, he rocked his hips forward and
slid his cock balls-deep into her sopping channel in one fluid motion.

“Damn, I knew it would be like this.” Heaven, no other word
came to mind. Reid never considered himself a religious man, but at that moment
it felt as if he’d just walked through the pearly gates. Her body accepted his
cock, opening to his size and closing around his shaft, surrounding him with
intense heat and more evidence of her pleasure.

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