By Private Invitation (28 page)

Dinner was surprisingly laid back. Not nearly as awkward as Annabelle had thought
it’d be.

The sexual tension…Now that was off the chart. She swore she felt it rubbing against
her skin, keeping her in a constant state of arousal.

Yet, as the night went on, the more relaxed she was. The more confident she became.

She felt feminine and sexy. Desired by two of the most handsome men she’d ever known.

The guys had kept up most of the conversation, talking about
property values and tax rates, though they listened intently whenever she had anything
to say.

Which wasn’t often because she was fascinated by the interplay between them. They
obviously knew each other well and their masculine ribbing made her hot.

When Dane smiled, she was struck by the man’s sheer beauty. Then her gaze shifted
to Jared and a whole different set of feelings hit her. She wanted to melt under Jared’s
steady gaze.

And the lust she’d kept banked through dinner made a roaring comeback.

She made no attempt to hide it from Jared and knew he’d gotten the message when he
started to smile.

“I think we’ve had enough shop talk for the night,” Jared said to Dane, never looking
away from her.

At this particular moment, she cared about nothing other than what pleasure these
two men were going to give her.

“Belle…” Jared didn’t move, and instead let her name hang between them.

“Yes.”

Absolutely yes. She was sick of waiting.

Jared took her at her word.

He stood and she let her gaze travel the length of him as he did. She knew the body
hidden by his tight T-shirt and faded jeans. She’d explored every inch of it and couldn’t
wait to again. And tonight there’d be another…

She didn’t know how she was going to get her brain to function on any level as Jared
reached for her hands to draw her to her feet. She had no time to think as Jared bent
over her and kissed her.

And this was no light, teasing touch. This was flat-out arousal.

Her breath caught in her chest at the heat that drenched her as his
lips ravaged hers. His tongue swept into her mouth and claimed hers, exploring, tantalizing,
while his hands reached unerringly for her breasts.

He molded them in his palms, rubbing his thumbs over the sensitive tips and making
her arch her back. She pressed herself further into his palms as her arms circled
his shoulders.

Her fingers sliding into his hair, she tilted her head, deepening the kiss. As she
tried to breathe, his scent hit her low in the gut, making her thighs clench.

Her blood heated and her sex moistened. A deep-seated craving built until she thought
she’d have to beg Jared to hurry.

But Jared had no intention of cooperating. He kissed her with a slow, languid ease
that only inflamed her that much more. Even his hands refused to move any faster.

She moaned, but the sound was cut off when Dane put his mouth on her neck.

Her body stilled as Dane’s hands gripped her around the waist then slid upward, under
her shirt and against her bare skin.

She drew in a deep breath through her nose because Jared continued to kiss her, refused
to release her.

Submerged in sensation, she didn’t want to swim out of it.

Synapses popped and fired and pleasure ran through her like adrenaline.

Dane’s hands spread across her stomach as he moved closer to her back, close enough
to feel his heat soak into her, just as Jared’s warmth blasted her from the front.
She felt cocooned between them and knew if her knees gave out now, she’d never hit
the floor. These men would catch her.

She gave herself completely over to the pleasure at that moment.

And the men must have sensed it because the vibe changed.

Jared’s mouth became more demanding and Dane’s hands worked to open the button on
her jeans.

Behind her, she felt Dane move and realized he’d gone to his knees behind her, his
hands pulling her jeans down her legs. Cooler air brushed her barely covered ass cheeks
as Dane lifted her left foot then her right to take off her jeans.

She bucked against Jared as Dane’s hands cupped her ass, petting her before sliding
between her thighs.

“Damn, Jed, I think I’m gonna leave the panties on. Just looking at them might get
me off.”

She shuddered at the lust in Dane’s voice, and Jared finally broke their kiss to stare
down at her. Into her eyes first then down further to take in her undies. “Do those
match the bra, sweetheart?”

She wanted to smile seductively up at him but could only stare at him in pleasure-dazed
lethargy. “Of course.”

Jared’s smile hardened. “Then you’re leaving them both on.”

Her sex tightened and she thought she might’ve come just from the sound of his voice
and the feel of another man’s hands stroking her skin.

“Lift your arms, Belle.”

She automatically obeyed Jared, stretching her arms up so he could pull her T-shirt
over her head.

She felt no awkwardness standing in front of them nearly naked while they were fully
dressed. It was decadent, like one of her paintings come to life.

Jared dropped her shirt and let his gaze roam over her. Her lips puffy from his kiss.
Her breasts nearly falling out of her bra as she tried to catch her breath. Then Dane’s
hands brushed against the satin covering her mound.

She hissed in a breath as his fingers traced over her clit but never settled to stroke
her like she needed.

And she cried out when Dane brushed his lips against a fleshy part of her posterior
and bit down.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Jared rasped in her ear as he bent toward her, his own
mouth capturing her earlobe and nipping. “We want to hear you.”

Hell, if Dane continued to move his hands like that, the entire town would be able
to hear her.

“I want you to touch me.”

“Tell us where, sweetheart,” Jared breathed against her cheek. “I want to hear you
say it.”

“My nipples, Jared. Tweak them. And I want Dane to finger my clit.”

Jared’s hands moved to cup her breasts, his fingers brushing against her nipples.
His light touch made her sex tighten and moisture spill. Dane had to be able to feel
the wetness against his fingers as he continued to stroke between her legs, conveniently
avoiding her clit.

“More.” She needed more.

“You’ll get it, Belle. We’ve got all night. Don’t want to wear you out right away.”

She hadn’t realized she’d spoken, she was so caught up in the wild and wonderful sensation
of having two men touch her at the same time.

“I’m going to hold you to that,” she said.

“There’s two of us and only one of you, hon.” Dane’s voice held an edge of amusement.
“I think we may have the advantage there.”

“Then be men,” she said, “and take advantage.”

In the next second, she was gasping as Jared swung her into his arms and headed straight
for her bedroom.

The hard edge of anticipation rode her as Jared laid her out on her bed and stripped
off his clothes in seconds. He followed her
down and covered her body with his. He took her lips again as he played his hands
over her body, touching, stroking. Everywhere he touched, she burned.

She writhed against his hard body, wanting more skin-to-skin contact. Her thighs rubbed
against his, spreading willingly as his knees worked between them. The heated silk
of his erection pressed against her mound and she arched closer, trying to get him
to give her what she wanted.

She wanted to be filled, to ease the ache in her body with his hard shaft.

Wanted…

Turning her on her side, Jared eased down her body to nip at her breasts, still covered
in satin, as Dane molded himself against her back.

“Jared.”

His name emerged on a gasp as Dane swept her hair to the side and settled his mouth
on the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder. His naked cock nestled between
the cheeks of her ass, the hard shaft burning hot against her skin.

Her brain conjured up an image of what the three of them must look like and she shuddered.

“Feel good, baby?” Jared’s voice sounded muffled as he moved his mouth from breast
to breast, pulling down the satin cups of her bra until they bared her nipples. “Hang
tight ’cause it’s gonna feel a hell of a lot better.”

She’d be crazy by that time, she decided. But she couldn’t get her mouth to form the
words to tell him.

Jared latched onto one nipple, sucking hard on the tip and making her arch into his
mouth. At the same time, Dane’s fingers slid between her legs, brushing against her
clit in a teasing caress before pulling back to stroke at the moisture gathering between
her lips.

Her hands slid into Jared’s hair, kneading like a cat, holding him close to make sure
he never stopped.

She fell into a state of almost delirious pleasure, a place where she allowed herself
only to feel the two pairs of hands and mouths that caressed her.

Jared and Dane petted, stroked, and drove her wild. The darkness added to the decadence
of the act because she wasn’t completely sure whose hands were where at any given
moment.

She did know it was Jared who slid down her body and finally pulled the tiny panties
from her waist so he could put his mouth between her legs.

Easing her onto her back, Dane moved to her breasts as Jared licked at her pussy as
if she were a delectable treat. His tongue sent shocks of lightning deep into her
body while Dane’s mouth made her breasts swell, her nipples tighten and ache.

She tensed only seconds before her orgasm broke, sharp and short and definitely not
enough. She wanted more.

Jared gave her clit one last lick before he moved up her pliant body, rolling her
back on her side with Dane’s help.

She tasted herself on his lips when he kissed her, and she moaned into his mouth.

“Are you ready, Belle?” Jared asked, his voice nothing more than a harsh whisper.

God, yes. She was ready. She needed them.

Behind her, Dane lifted her leg, holding her open as his cock, now sheathed in a condom,
slid against her sensitive lips. She gasped at the aching need that seized her and
wriggled her ass back against him, silently pleading.

When Jared rose to his knees in front of her, she reached for him, laying one hand
on his waist and wrapping the other around his cock.

As Dane began to sink the head of his cock into her channel, Jared slipped the head
of his cock into her mouth.

She took them both in eagerly, moaning at the silky glide of Jared’s shaft against
her tongue and the fullness of Dane’s possession between her legs.

Drowning in a state of pleasure, she couldn’t concentrate on any one sensation.

Jared fucked her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes while Dane set a hard and fast
pace below. She drew hard on Jared, wanting to give him as much pleasure as she was
getting, needing to push him over the edge she was fast approaching.

Orgasm lurked just out of reach, the men fueling the fire but never letting it burn
out of control. They stretched her already frayed control to the breaking point but
left her hanging on the edge.

She took Jared in as far as she could, his hands cupping her chin, stroking her cheeks
and her lips as he slipped back and forth.

Dane reached around to tweak her clit, his pace quickening.

“Fuck, Jared, she’s tight.”

Dane’s voice made her burn even brighter but it was Jared’s that finally pushed her
over the edge.

“That’s right, baby. You feel so good. Come now, Belle. Do it.”

And since she couldn’t refuse him anything, she did. She cried out, her pussy bearing
down around Dane as Jared pulled out of her mouth. Caught in the throes of the most
powerful orgasm she’d ever had, she opened her eyes to see the fierce lust on Jared’s
face as she came around another man’s cock, who twitched and pulsed inside her.

“Was it good, baby?” Jared asked as she finally regained her senses. “Because we’re
not done.”

As Dane pulled out, Jared wasted no time lowering himself
over her. He’d pulled a condom on and slid into her still-spasming channel.

“Put your legs around me, Belle. I want you to come again.”

Just the sound of his voice had her clenching around him. If she’d made a bet that
she wouldn’t be able to come again, she would’ve lost it.

Jared’s thicker cock stretched her, lit her on fire. And Jared seemed determined to
make her crazy. She thrashed beneath him as he pounded into her and she felt the moment
he lost control.

He shuddered over her, grabbed her tight, and thrust once more, high and tight. She
felt every pulse of his cock as he came into the condom, and it took only the slightest
grind of his pelvis against hers to make her cry out and come all over again.

When his eyes opened the next morning, Jared registered the warm weight of Annabelle
draped over him.

She was still asleep. With a glance at the clock, he knew he’d have to wake her soon.
Almost six on a Saturday morning, one of her biggest days of the week, and she opened
at seven. He didn’t think she’d set an alarm last night.