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  Eli gazed back at him, suckling once more on Sami’s breast, his lips sealed around her nipple, his cheeks concave as he drew her flesh into his mouth. His hands roamed her body, kneading her other breast, pinching her nipple, cupping her throat.

  Sami’s fingers were buried in his hair. Her head was thrown back.

  The site—pure, honest sexual pleasure—made Jay’s head spin and his heart smash faster in his chest.

  He lapped at her sex, his fingers and thumb still buried inside her, still working the pleasure in her body.

  A lifetime later, she slumped, her leg sliding off his shoulder, her voice nothing more than a husky whisper. “N-no…no more…”

  She pushed at him, an ineffective attempt to remove herself from his mouth and hand.

  He complied, blowing a fine stream of cool air onto her swollen clit and folds before rising to his feet to capture her lips with his own.

  He felt Eli move, felt the American’s head move away from her breast a heartbeat before he heard the man’s ragged pants at Sami’s shoulder. “Let me taste her, Jay. I want to taste the pleasure you gave her with my own tongue…”

  With a low growl, his cock pulsing with urgent demand, Jay tore his mouth from Sami’s and turned her to Eli.

  Eli took possession of her lips with hungry ferocity, fisting his hands in her hair as he ravished her mouth.

  Sami whimpered, weak trembles claiming her body. She snaked an arm around Eli’s shoulders even as she reached for Jay’s hand.

  When she blindly threaded her fingers through his and pressed his hand to her breast, it was all he could do not to sink to his knees and gorge himself on her sweet, hot pussy once again.

  “She’s delicious, isn’t she?” he asked instead, watching as Eli licked and nipped at Sami’s lips.

  Sami whimpered again, her fingers squeezing his hand harder.

  Eli dragged his mouth from hers, cupping her jaw with both hands. “I don’t think I’ve tasted better.”

  The declaration ignited a surreal mix of pride, jealousy and desire in Jay. He grunted out a strained laugh, his heart wild, his gut tight.

  As if sensing his disquiet, Eli turned his gaze to Jay. “I envy you getting to taste her every night.”

  Jay hitched in a swift breath. In all their threesomes, Eli had never insinuated he was anything less than the sole reason for the woman’s participation. That he did so now…

  “Fuck me…” Sami’s shaky moan drew Jay’s focus back to his woman. “I’m surprised I can stand up.”

  She leaned back into his body, almost languid and limp. And yet her fingers around his did not release. In fact, she hugged his hand closer to her heart.

  “Oh, babycakes,” Eli snickered. “We’ve only just begun.”

  Sami opened her eyes and gazed at him. Jay loved the way her lips curled into a sarcastic grin. “Call me babycakes again, Swanson, and you’re done. Finished. Got it?”

  Eli laughed. “Got it.”

  Jay chuckled. “That’s my girl,” he murmured into Sami’s ear, a heartbeat before he scooped her up—his arms hooked beneath her knees and around her back—and carried her to his pickup.

  Chapter Eight

  “Get the blanket behind the backseat, will you, Swanson?”

  Sami watched Jay’s lips form the order, her pulse pounding as she hung on to him.

  They hadn’t finished with her.

  She didn’t know whether to be excited or terrified. Sami Charlton didn’t do terrified often, but when she did…

  There was no denying what had just occurred was, essentially, foreplay. The most explosive fucking foreplay of her life, true, but foreplay nonetheless. Which meant the main event was about to start. God, was she ready? Was her body ready? Could she really handle more pleasure? Could she cope with both Jay and Eli penetrating her—

  “Hey.”

  She lifted her stare to Jay’s eyes.

  “I can see the fear on your face,” Jay said, his voice low, gentle.

  She shook her head. “Don’t be fucking ridiculous.”

  He laughed, the sound as tender as his voice. “Sam, I know you, remember.”

  No witty retort came to her. Instead, a delicious warmth bloomed in her soul and she gave him a slow smile. “You do know me, don’t you? And I guess if I trust you with my bikes…”

  Another chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Well, there is that.”

  “What?”

  At the sound of Eli’s voice, his accent turning the single word into something sexier than the word “what” should ever be, Sami tightened her arms around Jay.

  Her pulse thumped in her ears. Her belly knotted and then knotted again. Her pussy…man, could the damn thing flutter any more? And yet, even with all that physical response, a part of her…

  She looked at the American now standing but a foot away. He was arrogant sex on legs, a man who’d pushed buttons she didn’t know she had. She wanted a threesome with him more than she’d realized…and at the same time, ached for only one man.

  The man holding her.

  Whoa.

  “Trust, Swanson,” Jay answered, a playful smirk on his lips. “Sami trusts me.”

  “In every way,” she said, studying his profile before turning to Eli. “And with everything I hold important.”

  Eli met her gaze. Nodded. “I understand.”

  Sami’s head spun. The significance of the exchange was not lost on her.

  Jay was staking his unequivocal claim on her, she’d supported that claim, and Eli had agreed to it.

  Which made what was about to happen all the more…

  What?

  Insane? Thrilling?

  Powerful.

  Profound.

  “Ready?”

  She turned to Jay, her heart quickening at the gentle restraint in his voice. He searched her eyes, looking for…what? Her permission?

  And if she wouldn’t give it? What would that do to them? Was it only Eli’s presence that spurred Jay into acknowledging his desire for her?

  Was it only Eli’s arrogance that jolted her into acknowledging hers?

  She swallowed. And then the memory of the day that started all this came back to her, the interview with Michael Bailey from Fox Sports after her demo ride for her sponsors…

  In the throes of ranting about Eli’s ego and arrogance, she’d looked into Jay’s eyes and saw something there she’d never anticipated. And in seeing it, felt something she’d never recognized before—her desire, her longing for her mechanic.

  Eli wasn’t needed for her and Jay to have a relationship. What he was right now, was an experience she wanted to have.

  With a slow smile, she nodded at Jay. “You’d better fucking believe it, buster.”

  He smiled in return. And then, unceremoniously and without warning, dumped her into the back of his pickup.

  She burst out laughing, the sound quickly silenced by the arrival of Jay and Eli in the bed of the truck with her. Both men took possession of her body. Jay claimed her lips with a hungry kiss; Eli shoved her thighs apart to lick at her sex through the crotch of her undies.

  She writhed. Lust and pleasure and excitement rushed through her. Stole her breath.

  When she began to moan and arch on the blanket at the building pressure in her core, both men moved. Eli slid his mouth up over her belly, explored her navel for a moment while Jay rained a string of hot, nipping kisses down her throat.

  She gasped, staring up at the cloudless blue sky, already halfway to sexual heaven. “Oh God,” she panted, combing her fingers through Jay’s hair as he took possession of her right nipple with his lips. “Oh G—”

  Eli captured her left nipple with his mouth.

  “God!” she cried, intense pleasure shearing through her at the twin suctions on her breasts.

  She rolled her head, eyes shut, flesh on fire.

  “Oh my God…” The words fell from her, thick and choked by rapid gasps. “Oh Jesus…oh…fuck…”

  Jay b
it at her nipple. Eli did the same to the other one.

  She bucked, scraping at their scalps, their shoulders. She thrust her hips upward, desperate for penetration. She needed a cock inside her. She needed—

  Strong, long fingers burrowed into her wet heat. Rubbed against her clit.

  “Oh God,” she cried. “Oh my fucking…”

  Jay’s mouth left her breast. She shouted in protest, a snarl of incomprehensible words.

  He laughed, as did Eli.

  The vibrations from the American’s mirth radiated through Sami’s breast, detonating a flutter of fresh pleasure in her core.

  When he plucked at the nipple so recently abandoned by Jay’s lips, pulled and pinched it in perfect rhythm with his sucking mouth, she could only curse with incoherent need again.

  Between her thighs, Jay feasted on her pussy once more. Licked her clit over and over.

  The orgasm smashed through her before she knew she’d come. Brutal and fierce and powerful.

  She fisted her hands in the blanket, clinging to an anchor, no matter how flimsy. If she didn’t, she’d drown in the pleasure of it all.

  “J-Jay…” she panted, tossing her head side to side. “Holy fuck, Jay…I can’t…”

  He slid up her body. Kissed her.

  She tasted her own pleasure on his lips a second before Eli claimed them. Licking the last of her release from them.

  The aggressive kiss sent wicked delight sinking into the junction of her thighs and she whimpered, thrusting her hips upward again.

  It wasn’t Jay’s tongue that caressed her clit this time, but a firm finger, tracing the hyper-sensitive nub of her flesh in slow circles.

  Strong hands grabbed her thighs and, as the finger on her clit increased its speed, a tongue painted her anus with wet strokes.

  Jesus fuck, are they really going to make you come again? Are they? So soon? So…

  With a growl, Sami scrambled out from under them.

  “No,” she gulped, jerking her stare from Jay to Eli and back to Jay again.

  Jay’s nostrils flared. “No?”

  She shook her head. “It’s my turn.”

  Sami moved before Jay knew what she was doing. One moment she was sitting—damn near splayed—on the blanket before him, and the next she was kneeling between his thighs, releasing his belt buckle.

  “It’s my turn to make you come,” she declared, her eyes ablaze with feisty pleasure. “Both of you,” she threw over her shoulder to Eli.

  At her side, kneeling with a look of pained rapture on his face, Eli let out a ragged chortle. “And how do you plan to—”

  “Fucking strip, Swanson,” Sami ordered.

  Eli, Jay noted with a choppy laugh, did so.

  The second his clothes were discarded over the side of the pickup, Sami purred. “That’s an impressive dick you’ve got there.” She crawled to where Eli kneeled and stroked his erection with her fingertips. Jay’s heartbeat turned into a canon at the sight. His own cock pulsed with throbbing impatience. Not a shred of jealousy tainted the rapture of the moment.

  Sami was in control. Sami was living life without a safety net. Sami was in charge, and when Sami was in charge, Jay was her utterly enrapt slave.

  Chest heavy, breath shallow, he watched her wrap her hand around Eli’s engorged shaft. She was right. His friend did have an impressive dick, and seeing it encased in Sami’s hand turned his blood hot. Made his balls throb.

  “I like the ink,” Sami commented, her tone almost matter-of-fact as she dragged her thumb over the black swan tattooed on the head of Eli’s cock. “Classy.”

  Eli’s answering laugh faded into a strangled moan as Sami slid her lips over the bulbous head of his shaft.

  Jay bit back a groan, tugging at his fly. He needed to release his dick from his jeans. Before the fucking thing broke.

  The day’s dry air lashed at his flesh the second his cock sprang free. He gasped, even that invisible contact almost too much to bear. Stare still fixed on the sight of Sami blowing Eli, he pumped his erection, all too aware he was perilously close to coming already.

  With a pop of breaking suction, Sami straightened from Eli’s groin and slid her gaze to Jay. “C’mere.”

  He did as she instructed, scrambling over the short distance in the back of the pickup to stop next to her.

  “Kiss me.”

  Once more, he did as she demanded. A savage, greedy kiss he refused to let her dictate.

  Their battle of lips and tongue tore a curse from Eli. “You have no fucking idea how hot it is to watch you kiss,” he declared.

  Balling his fist in her hair, Jay dragged his lips from hers. “Do you remember what I told you a threesome with Eli and me was about, Sam?”

  Sami nodded.

  “Tell me.”

  Her pupils dilated. Her breasts heaved. “You and Eli will exist solely for giving me pleasure beyond any I could imagine.”

  Jay dipped his head in a slow nod, raising his hand to palm her breast. Eli, he noted from his peripheral vision, was doing the same. Kneading, massaging…sucking.

  Sami moaned. Her eyes closed. She swayed on her knees.

  “I know you want to give us pleasure, Sam,” Jay said, continuing to cherish her breast with his hand, his fingers. “But that’s not what this is about. This is about us…reducing you to a creature of sexual rapture. Of sheer sensation.”

  “J-Jay…” she stuttered, eyes still closed, breath still nothing but choppy pants. “I…”

  “Trust me,” he murmured, sliding his palm down her body and past the waistband of her knickers. His finger found her seam. Her juices.

  Her clit.

  She gasped. Arched.

  Flicking a quick look at Eli, he dragged in a steady breath. “Condoms. You got any?”

  Without a word, Eli scrambled over the side of the pickup.

  The sight of his naked arse, his swollen balls, was both hilarious and strangely grounding.

  Jay had never thought he’d share a woman with Eli again. Hell, he’d never thought he’d speak another civil word to the arrogant bastard. And yet, here he was, sharing the woman he loved with the man who had completely given control of the moment to Jay.

  A surge of wonderment and joy rushed through him.

  He’d missed his friend.

  And as soon as they both finished giving Sami the most incredible sexual threesome of her life, he’d make sure Eli never saw her naked again.

  “Condom.” Eli sprang upright beside the pickup. “Two, in fact. What color do you want? I’ve got green and gold.”

  The fact Eli asked stirred something deep in Jay. The Eli of old would have given Jay whatever condom he didn’t want without discussion. “Gold,” he answered. “I’ll let you stick to your branding color.”

  “Considerate,” Eli answered as he climbed back into the pickup.

  “Very,” Sami rasped, curling her hand around Jay’s wrist to drive his fingers deeper into her slick pussy.

  The urgency in her voice, and the strength of her grip, sent tight pleasure straight to Jay’s groin. He gave her a throaty laugh. And withdrew his fingers from her sex.

  “Hey,” she protested, reaching for his hand with a pout. “No fair.”

  Jay shot Eli—now positioned on his knees behind her—a grin. “Can you help Sam with her clothes, Swanson?”

  Before Sami could finish twisting about to look at Eli, he grabbed the hemline of her shirt and stripped it up over her head.

  She let out a delighted gasp that dissolved into a groan as Eli captured her right nipple in a hungry bite.

  Jay’s cock throbbed, an impatient pulse that made his head swim.

  When Sami slid a pleasure-fogged, heavy-lidded gaze his way, his cock flooded with need. “Jay…”

  Without lifting his head from her breast, Eli hooked his fingers in the sides of her knickers and shoved them down her hips.

  Sami’s eyes fluttered closed for a heartbeat before she found Jay’s stare again.
r />   “Eli’s going to suck your gorgeous tits until you’re about to come, Sam,” he said, wriggling his butt out of his jeans. Undressing while on your knees in the back of a pickup was an acquired skill. One, Jay acknowledged, the American currently feasting on Sami’s nipple had introduced him to.

  But unlike the other threesomes he and Eli had shared in the back of a truck, the focus of their attention was looking at him, Jay, with an emotion more powerful, more honest and more potent than any other.

  She loved him. Sami Charlton loved him.

  Sami was also now chuckling at his awkward strip. Even as she held Eli’s head to her breast and rolled her hips forward.

  He grinned and tossed his jeans over his shoulder. “Laugh at me again, boss, and I’ll tell Eli to stop.”

  “Oh, don’t do that,” she protested, lips curling in a slow smile. She balled her fist tighter in Eli’s hair and thrust her hips forward again.

  “Do you want me to touch you, Sam?”

  “Please,” she begged, seeking out her folds with her fingers. “While Eli sucks my tits, I want you to fuck me with your tongue.”

  A thick spasm claimed Jay’s cock at the request. He drew in a slow breath, stealing himself against the urge to do exactly as she begged.

  “Sure,” he answered, all too aware the word sounded close to a growl. “But not yet.”

  She moaned in frustration.

  “Eli’s going to suck on your breasts until you almost come, remember?”

  Sami whimpered, pleasure and anguish etching her face. “Jay…”

  “Eli,” Jay flicked his friend—currently lost to the wonders of Sami’s nipple—a glance, “remove Sami’s hand from her cunt and don’t let her touch herself until I say so.”

  Eli did so, snaring Sami’s wrist and dragging her hand from between her thighs.

  “Fuck, Rutledge,” she ground out, writhing on her knees as Eli continued to feast on her breast.

  Jay repositioned himself directly before her, close enough he knew the heat of his body would kiss her skin, not close enough for contact. “Your pleasure, Sam. Trust me.”

  She closed her eyes and moaned. At her breast, Eli continued to suckle.

  When Jay noticed Sami’s breath bursting from her in shallow, rapid pants, he reached for her wrist—the one held by Eli—and placed her hand on his cock.