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  I’m still not sure how I feel about being bossed around, but he gives me this look, and all I can think is, how high? That was the plan, after all. Show him how good I can be at following orders. When I want to, of course.

  I inch my skirt upwards, stopping halfway up my thighs.

  “Higher, I want to see what you have on under there.”

  My belly flutters. He’s about to discover my secret—a lot sooner than I intended.

  I slide my skirt up until it’s bunched at the top of my thighs, framing the trim curls covering my mound.

  He strokes his other hand up my bare leg. “Mmmm, tell me…is this how you dressed for work this morning, or did you change when you got home?”

  Confession time.

  “I didn’t change a thing when I got home.”

  It had been a delicious and dangerous secret I held close to my chest all day. I have no idea why I did it.

  “Your skirt’s much shorter today than yesterday.”

  I suck in a ragged breath. “Yes.”

  “Very brave of you. Spread your legs.”

  Holy shit. The timbre of his voice coupled with that look makes me forget any reservations I had.

  I slide my legs apart and he slips to the floor and kneels between my knees.

  His hands slide up the inside of my thighs, making me quiver.

  I feel so exposed and vulnerable, but when he licks his lips, I also feel desirable…and that totally wins.

  He leans in and takes a long, slow swipe at my pussy with his tongue.

  Right. He can be bossy all he wants. I close my eyes and tip my head back, giving in to the delicious sensations. He takes his time with oral, just like he does with everything else. Hugh Evans gives spectacular head, and I don’t even need to tell him where I want him to linger.

  He’s reading my body like a book. No, like a conductor, and I’m sheet music. Not only is he familiar with all the notes, but he’s bending them a little, making the music new and fabulous and something I want to experience again.

  And again.

  Oh, yes. Hugh can…conduct…my pussy any time he wants. My hands ball into fists against the couch as he licks around my clit, up and over, teasing on either side before the next swirl of his tongue. Left and right, rub rub rub. Then down and in, fucking into me a bit, but he’s not one of those guys who thinks his tongue replaces a dick.

  No, he knows exactly what his tongue is good for. Being dexterous and nimble. Flicking and licking, sucking and pulling. Okay, that’s his whole mouth, those last two bits, and that’s so good, too.

  I’m rocking my hips now, can’t help it, and his name keeps spilling off my lips. “Hugh…”

  He growls at that and nips at my inner thigh. “Fucking right. Gonna come for me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  He gets his fingers involved now, stroking my labia up and down as he licks me again, and as my slick arousal spreads, he moves in, sliding a finger into me, then two.

  I ride his hand all the way to a tight, hot climax, and he holds me there, on that peak, pulling at my clit until I beg him to stop. And even then, he keeps kissing my thighs until I stop trembling.

  He crawls back onto the couch and holds out his arm. I have other plans, though.

  I nip and kiss my way down his body, but he stops me as I start unfastening the button of his jeans.

  “We’ll get there soon enough, but that’s not on the menu tonight.”

  I pout a little and he gives me that look again.

  “There are going to be times, like tonight, where I’m in charge and call the shots.”

  I have to be the luckiest woman on the planet—I have not one, but two men eager to go down on me, and they both have zero expectation that I return the favour. On one level, I appreciate their selflessness, but on another, I feel a little deprived. “I like doing it.”

  “Doing it?” He grins. “Doing what?”

  “Sucking cock,” I say, the words barely louder than a whisper. “I want to suck your cock, Hugh.”

  He groans. “Come up here, beautiful.”

  I scramble up his body, because he wants to call the shots and he made me scream his name, so whatever, that’s fine.

  He takes my hand and cups his erection with my fingers. “Soon I’ll have your mouth, those perfect lips, stretched wide around my cock, as you say. I love hearing that.” He leans in and kisses me. “But I want to take things slow.”

  I give him a little frown. “Why?”

  He shrugs. “Reasons.” He squeezes my hand around his erection, showing me what he wants. “Yeah, just like that. We’ve got all summer long to get dirty together. This is perfect for tonight. Just like that. Ah.”

  “Let me give you a hand job,” I say, leaning back a bit as I straddle his thighs. God, from this position, it would be so easy to pull his cock out of his jeans and sink onto him. Danger.

  “Next time.”

  “You’re killing me,” but I smile at him. “Are you always this bossy?”

  “Not always but sometimes I like to be.”

  “Are you bossy with Lachlan?”

  He grins. “Yeah.” “Like this?”

  “No. Bossier.”

  That’s crazy hot. I shiver. “Lucky him.”

  His eyes are liquid swirls as he searches my face. “You could try it sometime. He’d be game for you to top him.”

  I wouldn’t even know where to start.

  Hugh licks his lips, then stretches out. “I can show you some things.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Sure.”

  “I’d like that,” I whisper.

  17

  Hugh

  It takes every bit of my self-restraint not to call Beth up Thursday night and suggest we work our way through a box of condoms.

  Every second since I left her place Wednesday, I’ve been cursing myself for not taking what she was obviously offering. When she perched herself on my lap, legs spread, and wanted to stroke my cock?

  I just about came in my pants from how fucking sexy that was.

  But the fact that Lachlan’s out of town looms large in my mind.

  We’ve got a long weekend coming up. I’m seeing Beth tomorrow night, before he returns. Then he’ll have some time with her, and hopefully me, too.

  The only way this triangle works is if we take our time.

  And our Beth wants to learn about kink, too.

  Good lord, that opens up a world of possibilities.

  Before I can go any further with that, I need to find a way to talk to Lachlan about us, and her.

  Talking has never been our strong suit.

  That’s going to have to change.

  In the meantime, my mind is free to get as pervy as it wants.

  What if Beth really gets into kink? I’d love to see her take control. The idea of her topping Lachlan takes over. I undo my pants and reach for my hardening cock as I envision Lachlan on his knees, naked in front of us.

  Maybe she jerks him off slowly.

  Maybe she wants to see me fuck him.

  We could do those things at the same time.

  I lube up my hand and close it into a loose fist at the tip of my cock, then push my way into the tight space, imagining I’m breaching Lachlan’s ass for the first time in a decade.

  How good his groans would sound.

  How tight he would be.

  Fuck. I pump my hips, pushing into my hand. Imagining I’m kneeling behind him and Beth is moving around us, whispering dirty instructions she probably doesn’t even know yet in real life.

  Rim jobs.

  Double penetration.

  Edging.

  God, I’d love to see her take him right to the edge, until his cock is drooling come. Twitching everywhere and helpless under her control.

  I fuck my hand harder.

  Fuck Lachlan harder. Ram his ass and bend over him as Beth croons for us both to come.

  When I come, it’s hard and fast and makes
me see stars.

  My hand is covered in jizz, I’m breathing hard, and all I can thing about right now how much I want that to be real.

  I pull out my phone and send them both a text.

  Hugh: Thinking of you.

  18

  Lachlan

  In general, a water main break is not a good thing.

  There’s no good reason for me to happy about a flood at the community centre Gavin’s afternoon event was going to be held in.

  There are two very bad reasons, though, and their names are Beth and Hugh. If we leave for Ottawa sooner than later, I might get to see one of them tonight, and it’s been a long and lonely week.

  We’ve just left our lunch event at the University of Edmonton, and a local staffer is next to me in the front seat, trying to figure out on her phone what the new plan is.

  I glance at Gavin in the rear view mirror. He looks tired, but I won’t use that. I will not suggest we do a quick meet and greet outside the community centre and then get out of the repair team’s way.

  I will not—

  Gavin leans forward. “Aline, what do you think about just stopping at the community centre real quick, doing a meet and greet, and then getting out of their hair?”

  On the inside, I do an epic fist pump. On the outside, I keep my mouth shut and my face passive.

  She finishes her text message and nods. “Yeah. That should be fine. The church parking lot across the way is pretty big. We can’t use their basement, it’s too small, so…yeah. Okay. It looks like that’s the new plan. Thirty-minute stop there sound good?”

  It sounds fucking amazing.

  I text Beth from the Edmonton air field, but I keep it vague and about Gavin. I hope she can read between the lines because she’d also have received the schedule update from the local staffer, so the only reason I’m telling her, too, is because I’m coming home to her.

  In the air, I try to compose an email, but I’m not good at the subterfuge of a secret love affair. This not-telling-anyone thing can’t last long, I’m not going to make it.

  When we land, I head straight home. I call her from my driveway. There’s no answer. It’s eight-thirty at night. Maybe she’s gone out for the night and left her phone at home.

  I send her another text.

  Lachlan: Back in the province. Give me a call when you’re free.

  That’s innocent enough. I get out of the car as I dial Hugh’s number.

  He answers on the first ring. “Hey. You guys landed? Heard the return got bumped up by a few hours.”

  “Yep. Just getting home now.” I put my key in the lock and turn. “You want to come over?”

  He doesn’t answer right away. I push the door open and flip on the lights. There’s something extra still about a house that hasn’t moved in a week. “I would, man, but…”

  Fuck. I know what he’s going to say. I finish his sentence for him. “You’re seeing Beth tonight?”

  Another hesitation. “Yeah.”

  Right. “Disregard me, then. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hang up before he can say anything else.

  My bag slips off my shoulder and bangs against my arm as it tumbles to the ground. I give a half-hearted attempt to catch it as it slides past my fingers, but they’re loose and useless.

  Fuck.

  I stare at the duffle bag.

  Maybe she’s in the shower right now, getting ready for their date. Water sluicing down her body. Between her tits. Slick bubbles, steam.

  I get half-hard thinking about it, even as a weird, uncomfortable anger burns beneath my collar.

  Hugh arriving at her door. Giving her a dirty look.

  Now I’m all the way hard.

  Fuck.

  I kick my duffle bag and it sails all the way down the hall, landing in front of my bedroom door.

  Empty, quiet house.

  Fuck.

  He’d kiss her. Right there at the door, as she giggled in his arms. His lips soft, his jaw covered in stubble. Rough scratching kisses.

  My phone vibrates in my pocket.

  Fuck off, Hugh.

  This is the awkward reality of what we’re doing. It’s fine. I’ll go jerk off furiously in the shower and get the fuck over it.

  The vibrating stops, then starts again. This time a text message.

  It would be torture to look at it, but I can’t help myself.

  I pull my phone from my pocket. A missed call, and a text message, both from the same person.

  Beth: Want to come over tonight?

  19

  Beth

  Hugh arrives a few minutes after I send Lachlan the text invitation.

  “He isn’t answering his phone,” I say as I open the door. My voice cracks.

  “Shit.” He pulls me in close and strokes his hand over my hair as I bury my face in his chest. “I shouldn’t have told him I was coming over.”

  I shake my head. “No lying. We can’t do that.”

  “We could go over to his house. Stage an intervention.”

  I laugh weakly. “Yeah?”

  “Sure. We’ll point out he can’t have it both ways. Crack an egg and tell him that’s his brain on jealousy.”

  My laugh gets stronger and I step back. I’m still shaking my head, though. “He’s not really jealous. Well, maybe he is, but that’s not his primary reaction. That’s…social conditioning, maybe. Or maybe he just had a really long day and can’t deal. Let’s not push him just yet. Give him a night to sleep it off and worry about it tomorrow.”

  I lace my fingers through Hugh’s and tug him into the kitchen.

  “You want a glass of wine?”

  He grins. “Am I invited to sleep over?”

  “Ooh, forward. I like it.” I tap my chin, mock thinking about it, and wink at him. “Maybe.”

  “Then yes, please.”

  I empty the remainder of the bottle that we opened on Wednesday into two glasses and hand him one. “To big, dumb Mounties who forget they like it both ways.”

  “We’re talking about Lachlan, right?” He leans in and taps his glass to mine. “Cheers.”

  I take a big sip and set my glass down. “Yes. Lachlan.” I growl under my breath and Hugh gives me an amused look.

  I reach for my glass, but a heavy knock at the door interrupts me. I exchange a glance with Hugh before hurrying to answer.

  On the other side is Lachlan.

  His eyes are bright and his lips are set into a firm line.

  Without a word, he stalks in and cups my face in his hands, crushing his mouth to mine.

  Oh.

  His tongue sweeps past my lips, claiming me in a ruthless, brutish way that—heaven help me—is totally hot.

  I open for him, pliant even as my heart pounds in my chest. His kiss fills an emptiness inside me. I’ve missed you, I try to show him.

  I should be thinking about the other man in my apartment. About boundaries and asking first before you just take things.

  But he’s taking with such…ferocity. Such perfect, demanding confidence. My body responds without hesitation because when it comes to Lachlan staking a claim on me, it’s open season. No limits.

  And yet somewhere behind me, there’s Hugh.

  This is so complicated, and I didn’t want to do complicated, but I want this. I want Lachlan. And I want Hugh.

  And, if it’s not asking too much, I want them both to be okay with that.

  He kisses me until I feel full and floaty, and when he finally stops, he still holds my face against his, his thumb rubbing my cheek as we breathe hard together.

  My head spins as he lifts his gaze and stares past me. “There,” he growls at Hugh. “Now we’re even.”

  I stagger back against the wall, bracing my hands wide to keep from falling over. “Even? For what?”

  Hugh laughs. At least he’s not offended. I give him a confused look. “He’s talking about our first kiss, beautiful.”

  Our first kiss.

  Outside my apartment, just downstair
s. When Lachlan watched from across the street…

  I glance back and forth between the two of them, then narrow my gaze at Hugh. “You knew he was there? When you were kissing me?”

  I don’t know how I feel about that.

  Hugh shrugged. He’s looking at Lachlan now, and a different kind of zinging is happening. “Yeah.”

  I glare at him. Okay, the kissing good-times buzz is wearing off fast. “Well, that was mean.”

  I want them to both be okay with the kissing, but we need to discuss it first. Enough of this brutish assumption, no matter how deliciously hot it is.

  Hugh seems to think otherwise. “Nah. He liked it.”

  I swivel my head toward Lachlan. A muscle twitches in his cheek.

  “Is that true?” Now the buzz is coming back. Warmer, and in my chest this time. I press my hand there and do another look at both of them. But we just need to clear up one more thing before I get too excited. “Wait… Am I some kind of pawn here?”

  Lachlan jerks his head toward me, his eyes wide and filled with alarm. “No.”

  I hold his gaze. The pieces are falling into place. “You like kissing me, then?”

  He gives me a tense smile. “God, yes.”

  “And you like watching me kiss Hugh…?”

  He nods. Still tense.

  “And you like kissing him, too…”

  This time he freezes, but yes, another nod.

  I lick my lips. “So I think…we’re not even yet.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Hugh’s behind him, and out of focus because my eyes are locked on Lachlan’s face, but I’m pretty sure—no, completely sure—that this will be okay with him. “I haven’t seen you kiss Hugh yet. And I want to.”

  “What?”

  Big, dumb Mountie. Oh, how I adore him. I move closer and press against him. His hands settle on my hips, and I lean into him, pushing him off-balance. Making him take a step back. His grip on me tightens, but I push him again, smiling up at him now.

  I nudge him until he bumps into Hugh, who’s moved into his path.

  Then I push up onto my toes and brush my mouth against his. “Please,” I whisper. “Show me. Get me as hot as you got that night. Drive me a little crazy.”