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  He shifted in his seat and tried to focus on the lively conversation around him. Sara and Alicia had instantly taken to each other, and he wasn’t surprised. Sara Charles was outgoing, open and full of life—and she’d had Alicia relaxed and laughing within minutes of their introduction.

  Tracy had wondered if she would feel awkward around someone he’d been with, even as a tertiary player. He’d harnessed the curvy redhead. Tasted her while she sucked him and Dean took her from behind. He wouldn’t have been surprised if there’d been at least a moment of discomfort. Particularly from someone who hadn’t had that much previous experience with kink.

  But if it was there, he hadn’t seen it. Which should have been a relief.

  He didn’t want to think about why it wasn’t. Or why the idea of her being jealous didn’t sound that bad.

  “That sounds like a great idea.”

  “I’m game.”

  Tracy scowled at Dean when the women stood and slipped off their shoes. “What the hell did I miss?”

  His friend chuckled. “Bored, Reyes? Sweet Sara and the lovely Alicia have decided we should go for a moonlight swim.” He stood up and Tracy watched him remove his frayed t-shirt. “Wake up or you’ll miss all the fun.”

  He stood, towering over his friend and shaking his head. “You are not the same grim bastard I had dinner with at Franco’s last month.”

  Dean was watching Sara strip off her dress. “No, I’m not. And I’m praying she’ll make sure I never turn into him again.”

  Tracy stilled in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt. “That sounds like you have a plan.”

  The CEO of Warren Industries lowered his voice. “This road trip isn’t just to see you, Reyes. Though I do have a few things I need to talk to you about.” He took a breath. “Somewhere between her fantasy to make out in a Rocky Mountain truck stop and our trip back home, I’m going to convince that woman to marry me.”

  That explained Roy and the Hummer. Tracy knew it was in the back of Henry Vincent’s limo where they’d first started their fantasy fulfillment adventure. Where his friend had fallen in love. “Good man. She’s a keeper.”

  The sounds of splashing had both men turning to see the women entering the pool in nothing but their bras and underwear. Dean groaned. “She is something.” He elbowed Tracy as he moved toward the stairs. “Alicia isn’t your usual style, other than her hair color. She’s cute as a button and smart too. She’s staying here? In your house? A big step for Mr. Private and Discreet.”

  “She’s a guest. Her sister is pregnant and married to my cousin.”

  “Sounds complicated.”

  He had no idea. Changing the subject, he motioned toward the girls. “They’re waiting for us.”

  Dean shook his head. “Okay, Reyes. I hope you know what you’re doing.”

  He didn’t. He followed Dean down the steps, peeling off his shirt and watching the women swimming in his pool, talking and laughing like it was any other day. Two couples enjoying a summer evening together.

  Couple. Was this what it felt like to be with someone in an actual relationship? His lips tilted when he saw Alicia cover her eyes and stick out her tongue at Dean when he jumped in beside them with a splash. It filled him with a strange sense of pride to see how well she got along with them. To show her off.

  He took off his boots and unbuckled his pants, frowning when she chuckled at something Dean said and looked over at Tracy. On the other hand, showing her off meant not being able to pay her back for the sleepless night and all the frustrating hours before Dean had called from the road to tell him they were nearby.

  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom before dropping his pants. He wasn’t sure he could wait for them to leave.

  Alicia gasped and Dean groaned when Tracy walked into the water without a stitch on.

  “Jesus, Reyes,” Dean complained. “Put that thing away before you scare the women. Wear boxers like a normal man.”

  Sara swam to him with a smile. “No one is scared, Mr. Warren, sir. Why don’t you let me make you more comfortable?”

  She ducked under the water and Dean made a sound of approval before she reappeared with his wet boxers in her hand. “Ta-da!”

  Tracy glanced over at Alicia, who’d blushed and was looking down self-consciously. He reached her side and pulled her into his arms. “Look at me.”

  Her blue-grey eyes were wide when they met his. Not afraid or disgusted or prudish, just unsure of where the night would take her. She knew Tracy had participated in threesomes before. “You’re with me, Alicia Bell. I’ve got no plans to share you.”

  She nodded and he leaned down to kiss her, tensing when he felt Sara tap her finger on his shoulder. He stepped aside to look down at her. “Yes, Ms. Charles?”

  But she was studying Alicia. “I can tell by your expression that you know about us, don’t you? The fantasy thing?”

  Alicia smiled shyly. “Tracy told me.”

  Sara moved closer, her breasts above the water completely visible through her wet bra. “I’m glad. I’m not ashamed of it. I thought I would be, but I’m not.”

  “I understand exactly what you mean. And I don’t think you should be. It sounds exciting.”

  Tracy heard a tone in her voice that Sara responded to and he knew they were speaking in a language not usually meant for mortal man. “I had a feeling you would think so. Which is why I wanted you to help me with something.”

  “Sara,” Tracy warned. “Dean, what the hell?”

  Dean just smiled and shrugged from the other side of the pool.

  “Of course. What is it?” Alicia’s curious question had him whipping his head back around to stare at her. She didn’t look unsure any more. She looked fascinated. Hell.

  Sara took her hand and pulled her away from Tracy and closer to the shallow end of the pool. He kept himself from following.

  “We take turns,” Sara began. “Fulfilling each other’s fantasies? And Dean’s had one for weeks that I haven’t been able to satisfy. I just never found another woman I was comfortable enough with to kiss.”

  He saw Alicia tense and he clenched his fists, one hand still holding the condom. He wasn’t able to stop the rush of desire that hardened his cock at the idea of the two women together, but he knew it might be too much for Alicia to handle. “No one will be offended if you say no, baby. Believe me.”

  Sara reached up to caress Alicia’s arms. “Of course not! I can see that you’re his.” She looked down at the bite marks on Alicia’s bare side and the fading rope lines she still had on her wrists. Her skin was so damn pale. “I trust Tracy. That’s why I knew I could ask you for a kiss. And Dean and I both think you’re beautiful.”

  Tracy held his breath when Alicia reached out to touch one of Sara’s auburn curls. “You’re beautiful. I wish I had your hair,” Alicia laughed. “And other things.”

  “Tracy?” Dean’s voice was restrained, but careful. “Does Sara have your permission?”

  Fuck. “If she has Alicia’s, she has mine.”

  Sara took Alicia’s hands and placed them on her breasts, causing both men to groan. “These other things?”

  Alicia nodded, her lips parting as she explored Sara’s curves. Goddamn, Tracy felt his knees start to buckle. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was his water nymph again, unashamed and wild.

  Sara moaned, reaching out to pay Alicia back in kind as she moved closer and pressed their lips together.

  “Fuck,” Tracy muttered, reaching beneath the water to grip the base of his shaft. Sara was gently caressing Alicia’s lips with her own, but her fingers were pinching and tugging on her nipples in a way he knew Alicia loved. The way he touched her.

  He heard her whimper into Sara’s mouth and move closer, their tongues tangling experimentally as their hips met beneath the clear water.

  “That’s beautiful, Sara,” Dean rasped. “She likes it. Squeeze her nipples, baby. Jesus, I love you. You are so fucking sexy.”

 
Tracy was frozen by his lust. Hard and crazed as he watched Alicia respond to Sara’s attention. The redhead tugged down Alicia’s bra, revealing one bare breast to Tracy’s gaze before covering it again with her hand. Alicia tilted her head, lost in the kiss as her hands slid down Sara’s luscious body and reached behind her to cup her ass, pulling her closer.

  She liked it. She fucking loved it. Having two men watch her as she rocked her hips against Sara’s pussy, arching her back as the other women plucked at her tight nipple until it was pink and begging to be sucked.

  Dean was growling his encouragement, and Tracy had a sudden desire to punch the man’s lights out. He didn’t want anyone to see Alicia like this. How stunning she was in her need. The sexy siren hidden beneath that innocent façade.

  He knew it wasn’t fucking fair after the way Dean had shared Sara. Knew it didn’t make any sense. He forced himself to stay where he was. To watch the fantasy unfold.

  And then Sara let go of Alicia’s nipple and her hand slid down into the water, beneath her simple, white panties to disappear between her legs.

  Alicia cried out in surprise against Sara’s lips but she didn’t stop her. Tracy knew she would be wet. Knew Sara’s talented fingers would slip inside that tight warm heaven that was his. His to fuck. His to taste. His to pleasure.

  “Enough,” his command was a garbled growl as he strode through the water and tore Alicia away from his friend’s lover. He tossed her over his shoulder and glared at Sara, but Dean had already pulled her toward him while he worked to get her out of her bra.

  His best idea of the night.

  Alicia was quiet as he carried her up the stairs and into the house. It was a damn good thing. If she’d argued or said a word about him stopping her, he wasn’t sure he could be held responsible for his actions.

  The dam had fucking broken. That kiss had pushed him over the edge and it wasn’t in him to care. He just had to get inside her and remind her who she belonged to.

  He made it to his bedroom and managed to close the door before tossing her on the bed. She was struggling to sit up as he was ripping open the condom still clutched in his damn hand and rolling it onto his cock.

  She was flushed. Aroused. “Tracy?”

  He growled, grabbing her ankles and dragging her until her ass was on the edge of the bed. His big hands tore her clinging panties off her slender hips like wet paper. He spread her legs wide and high around him, and filled her without a word, forcing her to gasp in surprise.

  “Oh, Tracy. Yes.”

  Mine, he thought as he powered inside her until his hips were pressed against her wet skin. He leaned forward, pushing her legs to her shoulders and placing his hands on either side of her head.

  Mine.

  He didn’t go slow. He didn’t make sure she was begging for it before he started his deep, brutal rhythm. Fucking her so hard. So good. She was tight and wet around him and he shouted as he claimed her.

  “Oh God,” she cried.

  He bent his head to bite her breast. “Do you like it, baby? Like what you get when you make me lose control?”

  “Yes!” she moaned. “God, Tracy I love it. Fuck me.”

  Jesus Christ, she didn’t know what she was asking for, but he was going to give it to her anyway. “More,” he moaned. “Roll over.”

  He pulled his hips back long enough to flip her over and grip her braid, tugging it roughly until she got on her knees. One hand closed over her hip and he entered her again in a long hard thrust that had her screaming.

  It wouldn’t be for the last time.

  She was so tight. So small. She gripped him like a strong fist, bruising his cock. “You’ve been begging for this. Leaving me alone all night, coming back to let someone else touch what’s mine. And you liked it, didn’t you? Sara has a talented mouth. Talented hands. Did you like her fingers in this pussy, baby?”

  “Yes!” She lifted her hips higher, taking more of him, taking everything as his thrusts jarred her body and left her clinging to the covers for purchase. “Yes, Tracy. I liked it. Liked you watching me. I was begging for this. Please don’t stop... Oh, God. Oh God. I love it.”

  Some part of him was trying to hold back, trying to slow down, but her pleas and his own desires refused to listen to caution. He’d wanted this for so long. Wanted every part of her.

  He released her braid and lowered his hand to the plug still nestled between her cheeks. He gripped it, pulling it out two inches before pushing it inside her again. Alicia’s moaned was ragged and broken.

  He did it again. “This is all you’ll get, Alicia Bell,” he swore, his thrusts shaking the bed. “The closest you’ll ever fucking get to knowing what it’s like to have two men inside you.”

  He matched the rhythm of his hand and hips until she was sobbing. “I don’t care if it’s your fantasy or theirs, I’m not sharing this.”

  “I’m coming,” she shouted. “Tracy!”

  Her muscles tightened so hard around his cock he was helpless to do anything but join her.

  He couldn’t see. Could hardly breathe. All he could do was let the explosions go off, shattering everything around him. Inside him. He shouted her name over and over again as he came against her until it was the only thing left he could hang onto.

  “Alicia,” he rasped against her back, his hand still on the plug between her thighs. “Did I hurt you?”

  She moaned, still trembling and shook her head. “I’m wonderful. As soon as I can feel my legs I’ll be perfect.”

  He frowned, lifting himself off the bed and picking her up in his arms. “Don’t joke about that.”

  She smiled up at him. “I’m not that easy to break, Tracy Reyes.”

  “We’ll see,” he mumbled, carrying her into the bathroom. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

  He set her down and took off her bra, making sure she could stand before he turned on the shower. He pulled her back into his arms and walked beneath the spray with his lips on hers. She wrapped her arms around him and melted into his kiss. He loved the way she responded to him. Loved how willing she was to let him have his way, with her body if nothing else.

  His cock started hardening again as he thought about what he wanted now. What he’d been denying himself. The one part of her he hadn’t claimed as his own. He lifted his lips. “Alicia Bell. I want you to face away from me, bend over and put your hands on the bench.”

  She looked into his eyes and her lips parted. “Yes, Tracy.”

  He would never get tired of hearing that. He waited until she was in position and slowly pulled out the plug, setting it down behind him and reaching for the lube he’d left on the shelf. She hissed at the sensation and looked back at him over her shoulder, her pleasure and anticipation was clear in expression.

  He could hear her shaky breaths as he rubbed the thick liquid on his cock, then between the cheeks of her ass. “Breathe, baby,” he growled. “You can take me.”

  Fuck, he prayed she could, because he needed this more than he’d thought possible. Needed to have all of her. For her to be his in every way.

  He held onto her hip as he guided his cock inside her, shuddering hard when the head of his shaft pushed through the tight muscles in her ass. “Fuck.”

  She was panting, moaning as he continued to press forward. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to go slow even though it felt like torture. He was halfway in when she started shaking.

  “Oh God,” she moaned. “Tracy it’s too much. It’s so…”

  “Breathe, Alicia. Baby, please. I need you to let me—” He swore, stopping himself before he begged. “Do you want me to stop?”

  She lifted her head and looked back at him again, her eyes dilated as she focused on him. “No,” she whispered. “Don’t stop. I want you inside me.”

  He inhaled sharply. “Are you sure?”

  She nodded, struggling for breath. “Fuck me, Tracy. Please.”

  He slid his hand around until he was gripping her wet sex, his fingers pressi
ng her clit as his hips slung forward, filling her ass.

  “Oh God!” she screamed. “Oh God, Tracy.”

  He started to move inside her, unable to help himself. He curved his body over her and his free arm wrapped around her to grip her shoulder, holding her in place.

  All he could hear were her moans and the sound of his heart pounding. All he could feel was her sex soaking his hand and her tight ass around his cock. His. She was his. No one else knew what this felt like. No one else knew how sweetly she took him inside.

  The sounds she was making started to change. Surprised pleasure. Need. “Tracy. Oh, do that again.” He circled his hips and she moaned. “Yes. That’s so good. Deep.”

  He swore and held her tighter against him, his fingers rubbing her clit the way he knew she loved. “You like that, baby? Can you come for me like this?”

  She moaned and nodded, her hand reaching down to cover his between her legs as she sought her climax. He needed her to come. Needed to come. Fuck, he was close. “Come for me, Alicia. Come for me, baby. Now.”

  Her cry was low and shaken, and when he heard it Tracy couldn’t hold himself back. His hips slammed against her ass once. Again. By the third deep thrust he was coming inside her. “Alicia! Jesus.”

  He wasn’t sure how long they wrapped around each other, both of them shaking and clinging to each other like survivors after a storm. It had never been like that. He’d never been like that. Vulnerable. Out of control. Desperate.

  When he pulled out she whimpered and he winced. He’d hurt her. Taken her twice, both times without enough care. “Alicia?”

  She turned in his arms and buried her face in his chest, still crying from her release. Tracy held her, washing her body with gentle, soothing strokes of his hand. Kissing her forehead. Her neck. Trying to show her without words how sorry he was for his earlier carelessness.

  He liked to be in control. It was who he was, who he’d worked hard to become. Alicia would always push his buttons. Always have him struggling to keep a handle on his desire for her. And the longer he was with her, the harder it was to think about being without her.