Wicked Ties(126)

and came to stand in front of her.

Brown eyes and denim blue, both piercing, questioning, scorching. Morgan shivered,

and they pressed closer, their wide, muscled chests covered in fever-hot skin and nearly

eclipsing her. She didn’t have to look down to know she’d see two hungry cocks intent on

giving and taking satisfaction.

Morgan drew in a shocked breath. Oh, unreal. She and Jack and Deke, mostly naked

and in a hotel room… This was actually happening. Trepidation, forbidden thrill, a flare

of arousal—the feelings bombarded her so quickly, Morgan could barely sort one from

the other.

Except amazement. Just last night, Jack had poured out his guts, his heart, his pain,

his fear. He’d been afraid that sharing her meant losing her. What had changed?

Deke thrust his finger in his mouth, sampling the juice of her arousal with a wicked

smile. At the sight, a fresh flush swept through her, and Morgan cursed her fair skin. He

just laughed.

Jack’s gaze was more serious. “Deke and I are here to grant your fantasy, cher.”

“We won’t hurt you, just give you the good kind of pain,” Deke promised with a wink.

“Why?” Her questioning gaze fell to Jack, and the whisper fell out of her mouth.

He cupped her face in his hands and stepped closer. “I realized that, if I want to claim

you as mine, I had to have the balls to give you everything you need. Otherwise, I can’t

truly be your master and I’m no better than that jackoff, Andrew. Tell me this is what

you want, and you’ll have it now. We’re both ready to devote today to your pleasure.”

Claim me as his? As in beyond today? Her heart picked up speed at the scary,

wonderful thought of having Jack in her life forever.

She stood, unmoving, struck mute, mind racing. “Oh...wow.”

“I’m more than ready.” A thread of ironic laughter wove its way through Deke’s

voice.

“Do you really want this?” Jack murmured.

Those words pounded a heavy drumbeat of desire between her legs…where both of

their fingers had possessed her and pushed her to a searing realm of pleasure.

Sensation overload aside, this was a moment of truth: Did she want both of them?

Could she handle a ménage? Could she take receiving what she’d told Jack she’s always

wanted?

An image of Jack and Deke both filling her, fucking her, nearly had her moaning. Her

breasts ached, her clit already throbbed for attention again. And her heart swelled as she

realized that Jack had put aside his fear and given her his trust so that she could

experience her fantasy.

He clenched his jaw, fingers tightening on her cheeks. He needed her answer. She

searched his familiar dark eyes, now like a vise on her own gaze. He needed her. The fact

he was willing to do this to keep her stunned her utterly. Joy burst through her chest.

“Are you sure?” Her voice trembled.

“Watching you flush and swell in the sunlight, feeling you writhe on my fingers,

seeing you smile, yeah.” Jack sounded like he’d swallowed a truckload of gravel. “Yeah.”

A beautiful answer, but still…she had to ask the hard question. “You’re not going to

turn into Destructor on steroids, watching Deke touch me? This isn’t going to upset

you?”

Cupping her cheek, he sighed. “If I don’t give this to you, I’ll lose you anyway. And I

believe we belong together, cher. We have to trust each other to have any tomorrows.” A

reluctant smile tugged at his wide mouth. “Besides, you looked hot as hell coming for

both of us.”

“Jack and I talked about it early this morning. His head is in the right place, doll.”

“So it’s up to you.” Jack swallowed. “All it takes is one word, and we’ll fuck you

beyond your every dream. You just have to accept your needs. Yes or no.”

The moment stunned her…humbled her. Simply amazing. Seemingly implacable Jack

was willing to put aside his every misgiving to grant her wish. A ballsy move, one that

proved he really didn’t want to let her go. Because he cared.

Thank God, because her every attempt to shut him out of her body and heart had

failed miserably.

Now, all she had to do to fulfill her fantasy was be brave enough to accept her wants,

the pleasure, their demand.

A few short days ago, she couldn’t have accepted this offer. Oh, she would have

wanted to. Ached and yearned to, in fact. Jack’s words alone would have set her on fire.

But shame and worry and fear would have doused it in the end.

Now…no embarrassment, no apprehension. Just a whole, open acceptance of who

she was and what she wanted. Jack had set her free. For that alone, she loved him.