Lead and Follow(33)

“What do you think?” He nestled his mouth against her soft hair but slanted his gaze toward Paul. “Luscious, isn’t she?”

Paul’s eyes sparked brighter and brighter. He palmed her waist, brushed touches over her ribs. “Luscious is the word.” His drawl had thickened. “I want to say something greedy.”

She moaned, smiled. “I’d like it if you did.”

“I can’t wait to lick you.”

Dima pressed his forehead against Lizzie’s nape, groaned there ever so softly. Her shiver was the response he hadn’t known he wanted. Had either of them been out of step in that intimate, untried situation, they’d have seen it. Dance and seduction were twined together throughout human history. He and Lizzie were never out of step when they danced.

“I like the sound of that.” She rolled up on her toes, reaching back to loop an arm around Dima’s neck. Paul she caught by the belt buckle and pulled him forward. “Not fair that I’m the only one naked.”

“You’re not quite naked. And you are right that it’s not fair.” Dima couldn’t help but taste her skin. He opened his mouth over the top of her shoulder and nibbled. Harder. “You like it anyway, don’t you?”

Her entire body trembled. So did Paul’s. Dima’s mouth went dry on a rush of possibilities, only to be immediately flooded with moisture. The smoldering passion he found in Paul’s eyes suggested so many possibilities. Had Dima wanted to voice something greedy, it would be to suck Paul’s cock. He couldn’t be sure that would happen tonight.

In the meantime, there were other choices.

He grasped Lizzie’s hips and gently pushed her forward. “Sit, little one.”

Her eyes went dark, even as her mouth opened as if she’d protest. She nodded. With a hand on Paul’s shoulder, Dima led the man behind her.

She sank to the edge of the couch and looked up at them. Still wearing wicked black heels, she made a pretty, pretty picture. Her pink tongue licked her bottom lip even as she carefully folded her hands on her knees.

“Paul,” Dima said, his voice sounding pretty damn graveled. “Strip.”

The sexy stud laughed. In the otherwise quiet room, the sound filled Dima’s chest. “When y’all said to let you lead, you meant it, didn’t you?”

Dima forced his shoulders to loosen. If Paul bucked his choices, there wasn’t much he could do. They still had so many tests to pass, while enjoying the thrill of each one. “I’m accustomed to it.”

Lizzie reached out to touch them both at the same time, running her fingers up the inside of their thighs. Dima clamped down his bone-deep reaction.

“Please.” She wasn’t begging, not quite, but the entreaty was sweet. “Paul, I’d like to see you. I didn’t get much of a chance last night.”

That was enough for him, of course. Dima had yet to meet the man who could withstand Lizzie when she set her mind on something. Paul quickly stripped his gray Henley to reveal a lean torso carved with muscle.

Dima missed watching Paul push down his jeans because he was pulling off his own shirt. The rewarding shock of seeing Paul’s naked body all at once was gut-clenching. His cock was damned good. Thick as hell. Patterned with swollen veins and a hefty, slick head. Dima’s own dick swelled in appreciation. He eagerly kicked off his pants. The three of them had tripped over, and there was no holding back.

Stepping nearer to Paul was his only warning. The man didn’t shrink away, only darted his gaze between Dima and Lizzie.

Wrapping his hand around Paul’s neck, Dima took a kiss, this one hard and sharp. Lips bruised against teeth. Groping down, he found Lizzie’s soft hair and wove his fingers deep. He wouldn’t risk her straying too far.

Pulling back was harder than he expected. Paul tasted so damned good, even with the layer of bitter vodka. When Dima leaned down to kiss Lizzie, he found a missing puzzle piece. She was simply right. That hadn’t been what he had in mind. He’d wanted the distractions to keep coming, keep him from looking too hard at how his feelings for her were changing—so quickly, so surprisingly.

He didn’t like surprises.

Fending them off was easy when he could stand and touch Paul once again. He took the man’s cock in hand.

Paul’s eyes rolled shut, his chin dropping low. A harsh shudder shot through the man’s chest. He didn’t pull away. Instead, hot and sleek together, his cock twitched. A quiet rumble rolled up from his chest. Red colored his cheekbones.

Dima held back his smile and the rush of win that loosened his bones. His body throbbed with wanting them both. He ground his palm over his own shaft, trying to push down the surge of anticipation. “Our friend has a lovely cock, doesn’t he, little one?”