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Arthur’s golden brown dipped low, hooding his eyes. “I do trust you, Lancelot, and because I do I will let it go. You, on the other hand, will tell me why you were leaving the property. This way leads to the front door, not to the beach.”

Gwen placed her hands on her hips and huffed, “I would know that how?”

“She has a point, Arthur.” Lancelot came to her defense
again
. The irritating habit of his would have gotten on her last nerve if not for the look of defeat in Arthur’s dark gaze. She relished the small feeling of victory.

Which vanished quickly and a calculated gleam appeared in his eyes.

Oh, damn, this won’t be good.
Gwen watched him warily.

“If it’s a walk you want, then by all means let me take you for a walk on the beach. Please forgive me for being such a negligent host and not showing you around.”

“Um…sure. That would be nice. I think.” Gwen knew she sounded less than thrilled, which, by the small smile curving on those sexy lips, put Arthur in a good mood. The rat bastard.

“Come let me take you on that walk you were so determined to take.” Arthur pulled her close, draping her arm over his in a casual gesture. Only Gwen could feel the steel in his fingers as he held her firmly to his side.

“I changed my mind. I’ll just go back to my room.”

“Nonsense, you went to all the trouble to go for a walk on the beach so a walk on the beach you will get,” Arthur mowed over her protest, a challenge in his dark stare daring her to refuse him.

She took a quick look at Lancelot, who gave a slight nod, ignoring the frown Viviane threw her. She lifted her chin and returned her gaze to Arthur. “Fine, let’s take that walk.”

Chapter Nine

Darius followed behind Simon as he led Rhea through the hushed early morning silence through the hallway. Their steps muffled by the thick, carpeted runner beneath their feet. The enticing scent of Jasmine teased him as it wafted through the air, stirring his blood. The sight of Rhea’s gorgeous round ass swayed in front of him, making him hard with expectation.

Simon opened his door and stood to the side, an expectant gleam thawing his ice-blue eyes. Simon’s rooms were spartan, but tasteful. Off white tile spread throughout the room. A recliner, couch and coffee table stood at one side in colors of tan and brown. Matching drapes were drawn against the night. The soft glow of light spilled softly over the room from the recessed lighting overhead. A flat-screen TV dominated the opposite wall, and a wet bar stood by an open door leading into the bedroom beyond.

The tap-tap-tap of Rhea’s heels sounded loud in the heavy quiet as she crossed the threshold. She stopped by the coffee table, her grey eyes alight with some indecipherable emotion.

Darius felt the tension in the room ratchet up a notch as her voice went low and husky. “There is a strong attraction between you two, but I also sense frustration from you, Darius. I would like to help with that.”

“Help? And how do you plan on doing that?” Darius scoffed, making himself comfortable in the recliner, his gaze flicked back and forth from the two of them.

He heard the snick of the door closing in the charged atmosphere of the room, the sound a distinct reminder of why they were here in this moment.

As if he could forget.

“Rhea, you need to know where my head is at right now. No matter how I try to put this…
need
behind me, Simon plagues me to the point I can’t even get pleasure with a woman.” Damn, not what he really wanted to divulge and especially not in front of her.

“And you blame me for this?” Simon’s voice held a cutting edge.

“Yes…no, I don’t know.”

“Do you think I’m not as affected as you?”

“Are you?” Darius challenged, torn between beating his friend bloody and kissing him again.

“I’ve been dealing with this a hell of a lot longer than you have. Everyday an agony and you want to know if I’m affected.” Simon’s laughter held a hard edge.

“Well good for you. Should I give you a brownie button for your exemplary patience and long standing suffering?”

“Oh no, wait!” Rhea snapped, placing a warning hand up as Simon took an aggressive step toward Darius. “You really don’t want to do this.”

“Oh, yeah, I really do,” Simon growled low.

Darius shot to his feet, nearly plowing over Rhea as he closed the distance between them. His blood seethed with unspent passion, clashing with the churning anger to punish the one responsible for the out of control emotions plaguing him.

His fingers grasped the soft cotton of Simon’s shirt, hauling him chest to chest. Simon’s eyes widened in surprise, then lowered to half-mast as Darius’s lips crashed down in a punishing kiss. He felt an insistent tug on the leather tie at the nape of his neck, freeing the heavy mass of his hair to tangle in Simon’s fingers. His heart stuttered, then picked up speed, his pulse thundering in his ears. Acutely aware they were pressed tight chest to groin, his cock roared to life as he felt Simon’s answering response pressing hard against him.

He found his fingers spearing through the soft strands of Simon’s hair, angling his head so he could deepen the kiss, his tongue thrusting into the moist heat and feasting. Simon’s taste flowing over his taste buds was an addictive elixir he needed more of. His blood boiled with lust as Simon’s hands seared a path across his shoulders to his chest.

Darius heard the tear of cloth and the cool kiss of air on his bared back. Mindless of the torn tee shirt falling onto the floor, he reveled in the feel of Simon’s hands on his sensitive flesh igniting a firestorm of sensation cascading through his body.

Darius broke the kiss, his breathing, harsh and ragged. His focus locked onto Simon with single-minded purpose. He needed him naked, to feel skin on skin and right now!

He tore the offending cloth away, exposing a chest of smooth golden flesh, stretched taut over hard slabs of muscle and sinew. His fingers trembled slightly as he tore at his jeans, releasing his aching cock as they bunched at his ankles. Impatient, he toed off his shoes and kicked the offending clothing away.

He stood naked in front of the only man he ever wanted. His cock throbbed with need, growing harder, if at all possible, as Simon looked his fill.

“This is going to get good,” Rhea purred, her hands stroking over their chests.

“Get out of those clothes. I don’t want anything between us,” Darius rasped out, his voice a deep rumble. Grasping Rhea’s hand, he pulled her forward, his other hand dipped low over the firm globes of her ass. “Same goes for you, sweetheart, I want to see if you’re as good as you look.”

Simon gave him a lazy grin and did as ordered, tossing his clothes around the room in his haste. Turning his attention to Rhea, he helped her shimmy out of the skin-tight skirt and blouse. Darius watched the play of muscle as Simon helped disrobe Rhea, the urge to trail his hands over the flex and release of his powerful back almost unbearable.

Soon, but not quite yet.

Instead, Darius leaned in, nuzzling at Rhea’s throat while brushing a thumb against her lace-clad nipple. “Take the bra off, panties, too. I want nothing, but skin, got it?”

She moaned her agreement, her arousal spicing the air, mixing with the heady scent of her Jasmine perfume. With a flick of her wrist, the bra dropped to the floor, leaving her full breasts bare, tipped with dark pink buds.

“Beautiful,” he murmured appreciatively as his thumb made circular patterns against the tight nipple.

He watched as Simon went to work on her panties, his mouth following the trail of his fingers as he dropped the scrap of lace to her feet. Rhea gasped as he nipped at the neat thatch of hair covering her pussy. Simon’s heated gaze locked onto Darius as his tongue parted her pink lips, lapping up her cream with a groan of pleasure.

Rhea wreathed in Darius’s arms, hips moving in the rhythm of Simon’s tongue fucking. Darius shifted his attention to her breast, suckling one nipple while his other hand worked the other. Her whimpers and moans of pleasure filled the air around them.

Fuck, had he ever been so aroused? The erotic image of Simon going at Rhea filled his mind, seeing those same lips wrapped around his cock almost made him come right there. He wrestled with his control, beating it back. First, he needed to bring Rhea to orgasm, several times, before he would satisfy his lust for Simon.

He felt her body tighten in his arms, her breath hitched as she came closer to climax. Shifting so her back was to his chest, he pinched her nipples hard. Her back arched as the orgasm took her. A strangled cry tore from her lips as her body shuddered.

Darius smiled down at Simon, who pushed a finger into her channel, his mouth moving to her clit. She gasped, her knees buckling under her. Easing her to the floor, Simon never missed a beat, his finger thrusting in and out in a slow measured rhythm.

“Spread your leg’s further, sweetness, let me see that beautiful pussy Simon is loving.” Darius’s demand met an eager whimper of agreement as she spread her thighs wider. “That’s good, baby. Very good. Do you like being fucked in the ass? You have a great ass just made for fucking.”

“Oh, gods, yes…” Rhea gasped as another orgasm gripped her, crying out Simon’s name as her fingers clutched his head tighter to her, hips thrusting in time with his finger.

Simon lifted his head, licking his lips and grinned. “I got some special lube in the bathroom cabinet, grab it while I get Rhea positioned for you.”

It took a matter of moments for Darius to find the lube and get back. Finding Rhea positioned with her perfect ass high in the air with Simon between her thighs thrusting into her pussy with two fingers. Her breasts swayed with the movement, brushing against Simon’s chest. His cock brushed against his navel, the head weeping a clear bead of pre-cum.

Again, Darius fought the urge to swipe his tongue over his crown, taking it in his mouth and down his throat. Not now, he reminded himself. He was far from through with Rhea, he wanted her well sated before he started on Simon.

The smell of her sex made his mouth water for a taste as he positioned himself in front of the firm globes. Lubing his fingers first, he stroked lightly over the crack of her ass, teasing her hole with small thrusts of his finger. She moaned her encouragement and he deepened the penetration. His cock throbbed as cum beaded on the tip of his erection. He put more lube on his fingers, and this time plunged two fingers into the tight hole. It was so snug and warm he nearly went off as her muscles clamped down on him.

Removing his fingers, he lubed his cock and pressed the tip to her entrance. Gripping her hips firmly, he hissed with pleasure as he sank slowly into her hot tightness, gritting his teeth against the need to come, concentrating instead on Simon’s slow push and withdraws, keeping his thrusts measured and deliberate, giving her time to get accustomed to his invasion.

Her breath sawed in and out of her, sweat coated her skin as she encouraged them to quicken the pace, her hips bucking against the onslaught. He could feel she was ready to peak, her body poised to go over, shuddering with the need for one last push. He was so fucking close, the last vestiges of his control burning away as quickly as mist on a summer day. He needed her to come when he did, his hand traveled down her sweat-slicked back and around to her breast, pinching the sensitive nub as he went deep, hips flexing, his balls drew up tight as white hot pleasure seared his spine to his engorged cock. His breath caught on a long low growl as Rhea screamed her release at the same time as his semen shot from him in spasms of pleasure he never experienced before with any other woman.

The realization didn’t scare him, instead he embraced it. He could sense something about Rhea was special, different than any other woman he encountered. Now that he’d had a taste, he wanted more.

“How you doing, sweetheart?” Darius asked with a gentle brush of his hand over her tangled hair down her back.

She purred, arching into the touch. “You can definitely pleasure a woman into a sexual coma.”

“Only with you, babe.”

And what about Simon?

Would he feel the same? He hoped so. He wanted them both in his life and in his bed. What did that say about him? At the moment, he couldn’t care less.

Without a word, Darius gently pulled out, leaving Rhea collapsed on her side in a boneless heap. His chest filled with satisfaction at the soft smile playing about her lips. He loved the look of a sated female and that he helped place that look on her face…all the better. He felt his cock harden once more as he let his gaze fall on Simon, so hard and ready. He licked his lips in expectation.

He shifted position, his face only inches from Simon’s cock, and watched his friend’s eyes fill with desire. Simon let out a shuddering breath, his cock jerking in expectation. With deliberate care, he griped the thick base, relishing the feel of soft flesh stretched over steel.

He lowered his head, his hair cascading around Simon’s taut abs making them ripple with tension. Slowly, he let his tongue trace the pulsing vein on the sensitive underside, which pulsated with the need for release. He couldn’t help the groan that formed as Simon’s heady scent filled him. Strong fingers fisted in his hair as he swiped up to the weeping crown, closing his mouth around it, and moved down in a slow stroke.