“Oh. My. God.” Melinda wiggled in every direction. Her face dipped. She set her forehead on his chest.
Trace cupped her face with both hands and lifted it to meet her gaze. Her long dark hair hung around her, creating a curtain. He stroked his thumb over her bottom lip until she sucked it into her mouth and moaned.
Keegan moved. He must have gripped her hips to steady her, because she stopped squirming. He also lifted her as he pulled out, easing her back down on Trace’s cock before settling fully back into her himself.
There were no words to describe the sensations. It was nothing like any ménage the two of them had experienced before. So much more. Emotional overload made Trace fight to keep from screaming as his release inched to the surface.
Melinda was his and Keegan’s. She was sexy as hell. And she was his.
The way she began a rhythm over him, drawing him into her body and then lifting off as Keegan moved in the opposite direction behind them was amazing.
His vision blurred.
She held his gaze, growing more confident at she drew closer to orgasm.
Trace’s own cock was ready to explode. He reached between their bodies, flattening his hand palm up on his belly, and pressed into her clit as she lowered over him.
“Trace.” His name came out on a scream. And then, “Keegan. Oh, God. I’m going to come.”
“Let it go, baby.” That was all Trace could manage before her pussy gripped his cock in a vice and pulsed around him. There was no way for him to hold back under that torture, and he followed her over the cliff two seconds behind.
For a moment, Keegan still pumped into her, and then he too held steady deep inside Melinda and groaned his release.
Heaven.
There was no other word.
As Trace’s cock continued to pulse, he fought to breathe. Melinda’s body shuddered. She eased her cheek onto his chest.
His hand was still trapped between them, and he stroked her clit with the tiny amount of space he had.
She squirmed. “Too sensitive.”
“Never, baby.” He set his free hand on the back of her head, cupping her against his pecs. “Come again with us both inside you.”
She relaxed against him, pressing her pussy into his palm. Her breathing was erratic.
He kissed the top of her head. “Feel my fingers, baby. Concentrate on how full you are in both holes.”
She moaned, her hands reached under and squeezing his shoulders from behind. “OhmyGod. OhmyGod.”
He knew she was close. “Come for me, baby. Again. Now.”
She did, her clit vibrating against him as she lost control, the tight nub swollen and wet with the combination of their orgasms.
When the pulsing stopped, she relaxed into his chest. “I think I died.”
Keegan eased out of her rear hole. “God I hope not. I want to do that about ten thousand more times.”
She giggled against Trace’s chest, the sound music to his ears. “Make it twenty thousand, and you have a deal.”
•●•
Wayne leaned back in his chair and tried to relax. He took another swig of whisky and set his highball on the small round table in front of him.
Stress had kept him awake for too many hours. And listening to Penelope whine about where he’d been all night only made him more aggravated.
Usually this hole-in-the-wall strip joint relaxed him.
Not tonight.
His hand shook as he reached for his glass and tossed the rest of the contents back, wincing for only a second.
“Hey,” his partner said as he took the seat next to him. “Sorry I’m late.” Roy lifted a hand to get the waitresses attention and then lowered his gaze to Wayne. His face fell. “You look like shit.”
“Thanks.” Wayne spun his empty glass around on the table.
“Problem?”
“Nope.” Wayne lifted his face and gave his partner a wan smile.
“You handle that asshole yet?”
“I did. He won’t be bothering us anymore.”
“Good.” Roy loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. “I was growing tired of that guy.”
“I think I made it perfectly clear to him. The blackmailing will cease. Trust me.”
“You find someone to clean up his mess?”
Wayne nodded. “All over it.”
“Good. Let’s put a lid on this so we can get on with our lives. I’m sick and tired of dealing with this fucking casino. I’m not sure it’s worth the effort anymore.”
“It will be in the end. With Friedmont out of the way, now we just need to worry about Keegan Phillips. That asshole is too diligent. He’s been snooping.”
“So we take him out of the equation too. Easy.”
“You want to handle Phillips?” Wayne lifted a brow.