She cocked her head to the side. "Doesn't it strike you as odd to be having this sort of conversation after I've just fucked two strange men and plan to fuck them again after intermission? That would bother most guys."

"I'm not most guys. All you have to do is say the word and it'll be you and me. Only I'd prefer to take you away from the den of iniquity, as you put it."

She stared back at him, considering all he'd said. He was truly a gorgeous man. And she just knew he'd be a generous lover. But. But what? What the hell could possibly be holding her back?

With a disgusted sigh, she recapped her water and shoved it away.

"The truth is, I don't know what I want right now," she said quietly. "Furthermore, I don't want to have to make decisions. I wanted to chase a few fantasies, dust myself off after making an ass of myself over a man. That's why I'm here. So far I'm not complaining."

"Fair enough," Cole said with a nod. "But when you're done with your chasing, you know where to find me. I can be a patient man, particularly when the outcome is worth waiting for. And honey, just so you know, you should never have to make a fool of yourself over any man. There are plenty of us only too willing to be the fool for you."

Wow. Just wow. What the hell was she supposed to say to that?

"You make it damn hard to not be all self-centered," she said.

White teeth flashed as he grinned. "I want you to be self-centered. Indulge while you can, because if you ever come knocking on my door, I'm not likely to let you out of my bed. Ever."

"I do love a selfish man," she said mournfully.

He checked his watch as she slid the last piece of fruit between her lips.

"Your guys are waiting, I'm sure. As I would be if I were in their place."

She pushed the tray away and stretched sensuously.

He stood by the edge of the bed and ran his finger lightly over her cheekbone. "At least let me help you undress again. It's the least you can do for rejecting my advances."

She laughed. "You seem so sure my rejection will stand."

"I think your interest is held elsewhere. If I didn't think it, I would be a hell of a lot more persistent."

Crap. Now she was a walking transparency. Nice. Damn

Nathan Tucker. He was ruining her love life and he wasn't even around.

She held up her arms in supplication, too disgruntled to argue with Cole. The fact was her interests were held elsewhere. No matter how hard she tried, Nathan Tucker still occupied her mind. She was even pretending it was him making love to her. Thanks to the blindfold.

Cole's gentle smile of understanding just further served to show her what an idiot she was being. He tugged away the sleeves, and his appreciative stare warmed her naked skin as the robe fell away.

"I'll replace the blindfold," he said as he reached for the sash. "But first I want to taste. Just one taste."

He hesitated long enough for her to protest if that was her wish before he lowered her to the bed until her back pressed against the rumpled covers. There was a hungry, almost primal look to his eyes that puckered her nipples long before he lowered his mouth to take one.

Warm and light, his lips circled the straining knot. He sucked lightly at first and then harder. His tongue lapped over the tip but he never broke suction.

Her belly knotted and desire ran crazy circles in her belly and slithered lower into her pelvis. Her clit puckered, her pussy clenching and straining.

"You don't play fair," she groaned.

His eyes gleamed. "Never forget it."

He kissed her lips, not waiting for her to respond in kind before lifting away from her again.

He secured the sash around her eyes, and the room went dark once more. He touched her gently on the cheek and then retreated, his footsteps sounding farther away until the door opened and he left the room.

She only spared a brief moment of regret, interrupted when the door opened again. Her breath caught as a quiver of excitement slipped down her spine.

They were back.

Chapter 18

Nathan strode in the bedroom after glaring holes through a departing Cole. Having to stand outside while Cole put the moves on Julie, his Julie, and pretend that nothing was going on had him busting a nut.

Micah nudged him and shook his head. In other words, calm the fuck down.

He held his hands out in front of him and stared as if he could will himself to stop shaking. He didn't want to touch Julie while so much anger rushed through him.

Possessive. Who knew he had such a possessive streak? If asked, he'd have never thought he was the jealous type. Too much mental energy involved. And what woman was worth that kind of aggravation?

He sucked in several breaths and focused his attention on the bed where Julie lay. Instantly his anger was replaced by a red-hot haze of lust. All he had to do was look at the woman and he was a walking hard-on.

He snuck a look at Micah who, while not unmoved by the sight of Julie, didn't exhibit the insanity that Nathan felt. No, Micah was Micah. Cool as a cucumber. Which was fine with him, because he'd rather Micah not feel the same rioting emotions toward Julie.

It was for that reason that he'd been able to watch Micah touch her.

Micah glanced back as if seeking permission, and when Nathan didn't press forward, Micah reached for Julie's hand.

Curious as to what Micah had in mind, he stood back as Micah pulled Julie to her feet to stand beside the bed. He could see her trembling from his vantage point, and he wanted to soothe her, to let her know he wasn't going to allow anything to happen that she didn't want. But then he realized it was excitement, not fear, when her nipples beaded and formed hard points.

She clutched Micah's hand trustingly as he guided her toward the middle of the room. He stopped her and lowered her hand to her side. He touched her cheek and held a finger over her lips in a signal that they'd be just a moment.

Then he stepped back and looked over at Nathan as he reached for the fly of his jeans.

Still curious and feeling more than a bit naive, Nathan shucked his clothes, but still he waited for what Micah would do.

When Micah tossed the last of his clothing away, he reached out to touch Julie's shoulder. With a firm grip, he pushed downward until she got the message and bent her knees, sliding gracefully to the floor.

Nathan frowned, then hurried over to the bed to get a pillow. He came back and motioned for Micah to lift her back up. Confusion riddled Julie's features until he tucked the pillow under her knees and then she smiled her thanks.

Now that her mouth was directly in line with his cock, he knew exactly what Micah had in mind. So did his dick. It surged upward, straining outward just an inch from her lips.

Nathan touched her hair, running his fingers through the strands that hadn't been tied down by the sash. With a shaking hand, he cupped her chin and angled her so that his cock was aimed at her lips.

A delicate, feminine sound escaped her mouth as she parted her lips. Was there ever a sweeter torture for a man?

When she sucked lightly as he slid into her mouth, he had his answer. It just didn't get any sweeter.

He rose up on tiptoe in order to get as deep into her throat as he could. His ass tightened, his balls tightened, he was one big muscle spasm from head to toe as she flicked her tongue over the head of his dick.

Wanting to make it as easy for her and as pleasurable for him, he cupped her face between his hands and held her gently in place while he fucked back and forth.

Like quicksilver, his release gathered, fiery and sharp. He pulled away abruptly and pinched the head of his dick between his fingers. Christ, he'd been in her mouth all of a minute and he was ready to blow his top.

Micah moved in, nudging her chin over. She turned, blindly seeking him even as she reached a hand to steady herself on Nathan's leg. Her touch reassured him, steadied him as Micah found her mouth and sank deep.

It did odd things to him, watching his friend fuck his woman's mouth. It appalled and aroused him in equal parts until, quite frankly, he wasn't sure what the hell he thought about the whole thing.

And then it hit him. It was her. If it had been any other woman, he'd be turned on as hell. He'd fuck her brains out alongside Micah and have a hell of a time doing it. But this was Julie. Julie, who he considered his. Julie, who he had some fucked-up feelings for.

He nearly groaned aloud. This was all wrong. And he was helpless to stop it.

After the first time Micah turned her to him, she readily caught on and halted Micah's session on her own, turning back in Nathan's direction.

He cupped the back of her head tenderly, his fingers caressing her scalp. While the first time he'd done most of the moving, this time she moved her head back and forth, sucking him deep, licking and rolling her tongue around the flared ridge of the head.

As much as he wanted to come all over her mouth, he wanted to make her squirm in absolute pleasure. He didn't want her on her knees in front of him; he wanted her under him, beside him, next to him, on top of him. Flush against him. Skin on skin. He wanted to feel her body ripple against him as she came undone.

He pulled away and before she could turn to Micah again, he reached down and lifted her up, hoisting her upward so that her legs fit over his hips. She gave an alarmed gasp, but he ignored it as her slick heat settled over his cock.

He parted her folds with careful fingers, settling at her entrance. His dick was straining upward, wanting her, reaching for her moist haven.

Cupping her ass, he lifted slightly and then slid into her pussy. They both moaned.

Then he panicked as he realized he was going to be so busted if her hands went any higher than his shoulders.

Micah moved in behind Julie, fitting his cock to her ass. With both men to hold her up between them, they easily drove into her body. Micah gripped her upper arms, preventing her from moving them higher. He pulled downward, grinding her onto his cock. The motion sent Nathan deeper into her as well.

Making sure that pleasure and not pain reflected in her features, Nathan wrapped his arms tighter around her, pulling her closer to him so that Micah's angle of entry was better. "God, you're big," she whispered.

Nathan's gaze flew to Micah. Were they hurting her? A sheen of sweat beaded Micah's forehead. It was creased with intense concentration. Pleasure. Almost pain. But no pain carved lines into Julie's face. No, her head was thrown back, her lips parted as tiny little gasps spilled out every time they slapped against her ass and thighs.

Taking his cues from Julie and her obvious enjoyment, Nathan thrust harder, driving deep and holding before retreating again.

Her body shook with the force of the two men slamming into her. How much could she take? She was a good deal smaller than him and Micah, and even if she was plump and curvy, it didn't mean she could take the continual bombardment they were meting out.

And before he'd made sure that he was the one to introduce Julie to anal sex. Not that he knew if he was her first. It didn't matter. He was determined not to hurt her, to make it good for her. Now Micah was fucking her ass, and Nathan had no way of ensuring he was as gentle as Nathan had been.

He closed his eyes. This had to stop. He was making a complete cluster fuck of this entire situation. His dick was starting to shrivel under the weight of his brain overloading.

Carefully he pulled her away from Micah and started toward the bed. He wasn't going to make Micah go home with a case of blue balls, but neither did he want them to work Julie over in the middle of the room.

Still buried in her pussy, he gently laid her on the bed. Reaching back for her legs, he hoisted them high on his hips as he settled more firmly between her thighs.

She probably wanted a kinkfest, complete with another double penetration. But all he wanted was to make love to her. He wanted to slide so deep inside her that her body acknowledged who she belonged to, even if she didn't know it was him loving and pleasuring her.

He looked down as he withdrew and let out a curse. He'd been so overtaken with the urge to possess her that he wasn't even wearing a condom. What the hell must she be thinking? This wasn't the time to lose his head and leave her unprotected. He didn't have any diseases, that was for sure, but the last thing he wanted to do was knock her up.

Oh hell. He pulled out of her in a hurry before the idea of her pregnant with his baby could make him lose what little sanity he had left. Yeah, she was probably on birth control, but there was no need to take any chances.

He turned blindly in search of a condom, and Micah tossed a packet into the air. With clumsy fingers, he tore the wrapper off and hastily rolled the latex on.

Now that he'd felt her sleek heat, he loathed the idea of a barrier.

He stared down at her luscious body, and he knew in that moment he wanted nothing more than her on top of him, her sweet, rounded ass cradled on his thighs. His hands cupped around that sweet ass.

He lay down beside her then reached for her. Micah was there to help her as he turned her and urged her to straddle Nathan's hips.

For a moment Nathan merely stared up at her, his hands roaming over the curve of her hips to her plump breasts. He loved the feel of all that silky, satiny skin over his palms. She was soft where he was rough. She made him feel strong. An able protector.

To his surprise, she didn't wait for him. She reached down and curled her hand around his cock. She didn't hurry, though. She toyed with the band of the condom, touching the bared portion of his cock below before gliding her hand over the latex-sheathed portion. Then she dropped her hand again and cupped his balls in her soft palm.