Hidden Devotion (15 page)

Neither noticed him, and as Devon watched, Juliette whispered something to Franco, who bent his head, brushing his lips against Juliette’s cheek as he replied.

That was what broke him—not jealousy of the physical act, but of the emotional connection they clearly shared.

A connection he’d once had, but lost.

“Juliette.” He said her name without thinking. They hadn’t seen him, so the right thing to do would be to walk away.

Franco reacted first. He looked over then froze. “Devon.”

To the other man’s credit, his first reaction was to drop the shoulder closest to the door, shielding Juliette’s nudity with his body.

“Don’t stop,” Juliette moaned.

Devon’s cock twitched in his pants. He knew that voice—that was the Juliette he loved and longed for, the girl who didn’t hide her feelings or reactions. That voice belonged to the girl who danced in the Paris moonlight, not the girl who walked out on him at dawn.

“Uh, Devon’s here. We need to, er, stop or something.”

Juliette pushed on Franco’s shoulder and turned her head. “I know Devon’s here.”

Their gazes met, and Devon had to grab either side of the doorframe to keep himself from entering the room and going to her. Juliette’s eyes were shadowed, the pupils huge. Maybe it was just wishful thinking but he would have sworn that when she looked at him, fresh desire lit her expression.

Franco eased back and knelt, still between Juliette’s splayed thighs. He looked around, muttering, “Need a blanket or something…”

Devon and Juliette maintained eye contact. Devon was waiting for her to tell him to leave. To sneer her derision. She didn’t. It seemed that she, too, was waiting for something, but he didn’t know what.

Franco slid off the bed and picked up a sheet. Juliette rolled on her side, facing Devon.

Franco stopped and looked between them. “This seems like a good time to ask what, exactly, the two of you’s deal is.”

“I lost my virginity to Devon.” Juliette ran her hand over her bare hip.

“Juliette is my fiancée.” Wood creaked under his fingers.

“Your fiancée?” Franco’s eyes widened. “Uh…”

“No, I’m not. Devon was, from the day I was born until last week, my betrothed.”

“Betrothed? I think I’m missing something.”

Devon shook his head. “I can’t, Juliette. I can’t accept that we’re over.”

“The Grand Master has spoken.” Juliette’s hand trailed up her side until she lightly brushed her breast.

Devon wanted to respond, but he was too distracted by her nakedness, by the smell of sex that hung in the air.

“Franco.” Juliette sat up, speaking to the other man while her gaze remained focused on Devon. “Do you remember when I said something was missing?”

Franco’s gaze switched from Juliette to Devon. “You said someone.
Someone
was missing.”

“And now he’s here.” Juliette shifted to her knees and motioned Franco to join her on the bed. Cautiously, he did, positioning himself behind Juliette.

“Devon, take off your clothes.”

Run. Run like hell because if you don’t, this is just going to make the heartbreak that much worse.

Maybe he wasn’t as smart as he thought he was, because Devon stepped through the doorway and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Franco was tentative at first, hands resting on her hips then rubbing circles over her abdomen as he and Juliette watched Devon undress. She could practically feel his confusion and need to ask questions, but he smartly said nothing. What was between her and Devon was so complicated that truly explaining it would have been a death sentence to the moment they were living in. She wasn’t ready to face reality. She wanted to revel in the arousal and desire that made her brave and reckless.

Juliette felt powerful and free. She wanted these men, and she was going to have them. There were no restrictions, no reasons why she couldn’t be with them. For the first time in her life she got to behave the way other members did—taking her pleasure when and how she wanted it.

“Do you want to do this?” she asked Franco.

“I’m not exactly sure how this works, but I think so.” The rich, dark voice he used when he was really aroused was gone, replaced by his normal slightly bemused tone, but Juliette was sure she could get him revved up again. One down, one to go.

Devon was no stranger to the idea of a
ménage
, but they’d both grown up anticipating a sex life with two women, not two men.

When he finally shed the last of his clothing, Juliette was pleasantly surprised to see that Devon was already hard. Two down.

Franco’s hands paused mid-motion.

“You okay?” she asked him again.

“Yes. I am.” His voice had changed again. When his hands resumed their caress it was with more intent and intensity. It seemed that she wasn’t going to have to coax Franco into enjoying this. He was as into the sight of a naked Devon as she was. Devon was pale, like a cream marble statue, his skin contrasting with his warm brown hair.

He paused, hands flexing at his sides, gaze traveling over Juliette and Franco. He seemed to be waiting, as if he wasn’t sure what to do next.

“Devon.”

Saying his name seemed to free him from his indecision. He came to the side of the bed, but made no move to join them. Juliette knee-walked across the mattress until she could reach him. His body was both familiar and strange. It was the first time she’d touched him without the pressure of their betrothal weighing her down.

“We’re not in Paris.” She put her hands on his chest, splaying her fingers.

“No, we’re not.”

“And we’re not betrothed.”

Devon closed his eyes. “Juliette, please. Don’t.”

“Don’t do this?” She dropped one hand onto his hard cock, running her fingers along the sensitive underside.

He didn’t respond except to moan.

“Franco.” Juliette reached her free hand back, urging him to join them, creating a bridge between the men, uniting the three of them together.

With an increasing enthusiasm she hadn’t dared hope for, Franco knelt behind her, his legs on either side of hers. His warm chest pressed against her and his cock nestled in the small of her back. He brushed her hair aside and started kissing her neck.

Juliette licked her lips. “Franco, I want you to play with my pussy.” The graphic words were hot on her tongue, but they didn’t embarrass her. She found giving orders unexpectedly arousing.

Without hesitation, Franco’s hands slid from her belly button down to her sex, which was open and exposed between her splayed thighs. He spread the lips of her pussy, letting the air invade and cool her most intimate parts. She moaned her approval.

“Devon,” she panted. “I want you to play with my breasts and kiss me.”

Devon took his time, brushing her hair back from her face and massaging her shoulders before sliding his hands to her breasts. He rolled her nipples against his flat palms, a delicate yet intense sensation. Her body remembered his unique touch and responded accordingly.

Devon kissed her—a sweet, closed-mouth kiss. That wasn’t what she wanted or needed. Taking his cock in her hands, Juliette stroked him the way he liked, the way he’d taught her to. She knew the instant he stopped thinking and questioning and gave in to the desire that emanated from his body like heat. He growled low in his throat and deepened the kiss. It was almost punishing in its ferocity.

Juliette squeezed his cock and nipped his tongue. They battled for control of the kiss, two well-matched opponents who’d been fighting this war for a long time.

Franco was her undoing. He responded to the increased intensity in the room by pressing two fingers inside Juliette while also pinching her clit with his other hand.

Gasping in pleasure, Juliette broke the kiss, tipping her head back. It was a base, animalistic surrender. She exposed her throat to Devon and he took advantage, nipping the side of her neck Franco wasn’t already kissing.

Devon pressed his lips to her ear. “You’re mine. You’ll always be mine, and I’ll always be yours.”

She didn’t have time to react to his words, because Devon did something completely unexpected.

He cupped Franco’s chin, lifted the other man’s head, and kissed him.

Juliette slid out from between the two men, watching carefully. “Oh that’s hot.”

Franco was tense, his body angled and stiff as he kept himself away from Devon except for where their lips were fused. Franco’s eyes were wide, but when Devon changed the angle of the kiss, they closed.

Despite Franco’s awkward posture, the sight was intensely arousing. Both men were gorgeous in their own ways—Devon familiar and classically handsome, Franco dramatic and alluring with his dark hair and blue eyes.

Franco relaxed, shifting until there was only a handspan of space between them. Juliette laid a hand on each of their shoulders. As one they turned to her. Juliette kissed Franco first, and with his taste still on her lips, turned to kiss Devon.

She let her hands roam over their chests and shoulders. With her eyes closed, she couldn’t be sure who was plucking her nipples or stroking her pussy.

“I need more.”

“Turn around,” Devon ordered. “I’m going to fuck you while you suck Franco’s cock.”

Juliette spun, planting her knees near the edge of the bed, spreading her legs to give Devon access. Without waiting, he slid into her. She was ready for him, slick with wetness from having Franco fuck her. Devon’s long cock pressed inside, each glorious inch filling her a bit more. Franco lay on his side, hesitantly inching his hips towards her. Bracing herself on one elbow, she grabbed his cock, tugging lightly so he would scoot closer. When his hips were in position, Juliette braced her forearm on his belly, fist around the base of Franco’s cock. She wrapped her lips around the glands, and when Devon thrust she lowered her head, taking Franco’s cock deep into her mouth.

Franco reached under her, plucking and tugging her nipples. Sensation came at her from all sides—Devon’s cock in her pussy, Franco’s fingers on her nipples and cock in her mouth.

Devon gathered up her hair, pulling it just hard enough that her scalp tingled. He knew her, knew how to push her over the edge. Juliette screamed around Franco’s cock as she came. Devon slammed into her, thrusting hard and fast as he, too, orgasmed.

Without giving her time to gather herself, Devon pulled out and rolled her onto her back.

“Fuck her,” he told Franco.

Franco once more slid into place between her legs, dark brows lowered, gaze intense. Devon, still breathing hard from his orgasm, stretched out beside her. He cupped her breast, angling her nipple so he could suck it as Franco fucked her.

Juliette’s head thrashed on the pillow. She was going to come again. Franco’s stomach was slick with sweat as he fucked her, the taste of his cock still on her tongue.

Devon pinched her nipple with his fingers, kissing his way along her side until he found her mouth, tasting Franco, whose breath washed over both of them.

“I’m close. Please.” Juliette clung to Franco’s tensed arm with one hand, the other buried in Devon’s hair.

Devon slid one hand down her torso until he buried his fingers in her pussy. He stroked the entrance to her body, where Franco’s cock slid in and out, then pressed down on her clit, rubbing it against her pelvic bone.

Juliette screamed as she came again. This time the sound wasn’t muffled. There was no hiding the intensity of her pleasure.

Franco groaned as he came.

Devon tugged her out from under Franco then made sure they were each safely positioned on the too-small-for-three-people bed.

The heat woke her. Juliette opened her eyes but didn’t feel fully awake. This was a dream. She was staring at a man’s shoulder, while another’s arm was draped across her waist. Breathing slow and deep, she waited for the dream to fade, waited for reality to return.

But this
was
real. She was lying in the middle between the two men, both of whom were radiating heat.

Juliette eased Devon’s arm off her then inched her way down to the bottom of the bed. Pale sunlight haloed the curtains, just enough illumination that she could make her way to the door.