Victoria’s Secret Wish(55)

She shot him a frown. “They haven’t spent time with us since, what? Wednesday or Thursday?”

Sure. And they were their friends. Mark had been his pal for years. They’d worked at the same firm before he’d gone to work with Vic at the Mountain. He bit off some chewy muffin. Next to Vic, Mark probably knew him best. Still, it felt like an invasion of the little time they had left with David. Some of the things he’d thought of, considered, done with David…would be awkward as hell to think about around Mark. Could he play it cool around them both? Surely he could. Liking David and feeling secure with Vic’s feelings for him didn’t make him less of a man. Definitely not. He had a healthy, confident friendship with another man. Who sometimes touched him in private places while they loved his wife, a fact that caused his balls to tighten. Egad. This was going to be a pins-and-needles day.

“So.” Vic sounded entirely too energetic, as she came over to him and rubbed his neck. “Ready for that group shower you mentioned yesterday?”

He rather needed a few more minutes for his body to recover from the hangover. “The blog?” That should provide a bit of delay, and then the shower would help eradicate Vic’s nerves over it.

David looked up at Vic, his eyes wide for just a moment. Then he assumed a neutral expression and poured some orange juice.

“We can worry about the gossip bitch later,” Vic said in her no-nonsense office voice. “We’ve only got an hour ’til Mark and Carmyn show up. Besides, your hair and forehead are all sticky.”

True that, thanks to Vic’s all-natural shower from the night before.

By the time he’d brushed his teeth and stepped into the shower, David held Vic in a tight, head-to-toe embrace, and they were kissing madly, like some long-lost lovers in a black and white movie. Heat rolled off them in waves, sexual energy, lust, need. David’s tanned, muscled arms and shoulders looked even larger, wrapped around little Vic.

Perhaps this once, he’d simply sit back–make that lean back–and watch. The cool tile felt wonderful, if he could lean into the corner and get his forehead against it. Ah. Better.

David obviously couldn’t go on kissing Vic forever either, as he’d moved down to suck a nipple and knead the other.

Vic opened her eyes and looked over at him. What was that expression on her face? Certainly not full-on lust. She must be planning something. Damn her–why couldn’t she simply let things happen during sex, even once?

“Britt.” David’s words were muffled against Vic’s chest. “How about we wash her down?”

Not a bad idea. Perhaps working together, they might make her let loose. His headache receded at the prospect.

David squeezed shower gel into his palm and then handed the tube over. Some coconut-smelling concoction Vic loved, and it seemed sensual enough. David had already worked up a full lather on the left side of her torso, spending ample time at the nipple.

Breast man.

He went to work on her right, the rich lather sliding along her jutting nipple. Damn, her entire breast was tight. Little Vic was very horny indeed. He kissed her, sucked her tongue into his mouth, tasted breakfast and that ever-present Vic flavor. “Ah, God,” he muttered as he moved down to lick water from her neck.

“Yeah,” she answered. “You guys gonna scrub me all day, or do something worthwhile?”

The washing clearly had her motor running. David had progressed down and Vic’s legs spread as he worked a path from between her legs, up her front and down again.

“I think you need some cleaning,” Brett murmured in her ear. “You’ve been a dirty girl these last days, no?”

She laughed, low and sexy, and braced her hands against the wall in front of her.

Well, if David wanted to work her front, he’d get her back. He slid his hands down, over her soft and smooth ass cheek, pausing for a moment to squeeze. Her legs spread more and she whimpered, arching so her long braid reached down to the dimple at the top of her crack. She trembled–David must be working her clit in the front.

Brett slipped his hand between her cheeks, a little more forward… Yes. He found the tight opening, caressed it.

Her body softened and she moaned. “Yes. Yes.” Then she went taut, but not with the orgasm he knew waited just under the surface. She straightened, and grasped his cock in her fingers.

David groaned–she must’ve given him the same treatment.

No more lying back and letting the boys run this show for Vic.

He ought to take her hand off him, make her play passive this time. But damn, she did have a good hold. Slippery soap, warm, soft hands and Vic’s body before him all lathery and firm for him. For them. Did David feel the same need to let her take him, milk him with her hand? Fuck. That faultless timing of hers…he wouldn’t stop touching her, though. Perhaps if he kept on, she’d get there before he did.