Hidden Devotion (Trinity Masters #5)(33)

She cried out again, but this time it wasn’t so much a scream as a moan. Devon’s steps slowed. It sounded like…

Heart heavy, Devon stopped in the doorway.

The bed was in profile to the door, giving him a perfect side-on view of what was happening. Juliette lay on her back, hair spread around her head in a golden halo. As he watched, she arched her back, breasts brushing against Franco’s chest.

He was surprisingly well muscled, his ass flexing as he pumped into Juliette.

Twin urges tore through Devon. He wanted to rip Franco away from Juliette and beat him to a bloody pulp. He also wanted to jump on the bed and join them. He’d never had the opportunity to have a ménage a trois with Juliette, but that was a matter of circumstance, not possessiveness.

Neither noticed him, and as Devon watched, Juliette whispered something to Franco, who bent his head, brushing his lips against Juliette’s cheek as he replied.

That was what broke him—not jealousy of the physical act, but of the emotional connection they clearly shared.

A connection he’d once had, but lost.

“Juliette.” He said her name without thinking. They hadn’t seen him, so the right thing to do would be to walk away.

Franco reacted first. He looked over then froze. “Devon.”

To the other man’s credit, his first reaction was to drop the shoulder closest to the door, shielding Juliette’s nudity with his body.

“Don’t stop,” Juliette moaned.

Devon’s cock twitched in his pants. He knew that voice—that was the Juliette he loved and longed for, the girl who didn’t hide her feelings or reactions. That voice belonged to the girl who danced in the Paris moonlight, not the girl who walked out on him at dawn.

“Uh, Devon’s here. We need to, er, stop or something.”

Juliette pushed on Franco’s shoulder and turned her head. “I know Devon’s here.”

Their gazes met, and Devon had to grab either side of the doorframe to keep himself from entering the room and going to her. Juliette’s eyes were shadowed, the pupils huge. Maybe it was just wishful thinking but he would have sworn that when she looked at him, fresh desire lit her expression.

Franco eased back and knelt, still between Juliette’s splayed thighs. He looked around, muttering, “Need a blanket or something…”

Devon and Juliette maintained eye contact. Devon was waiting for her to tell him to leave. To sneer her derision. She didn’t. It seemed that she, too, was waiting for something, but he didn’t know what.

Franco slid off the bed and picked up a sheet. Juliette rolled on her side, facing Devon.

Franco stopped and looked between them. “This seems like a good time to ask what, exactly, the two of you’s deal is.”

“I lost my virginity to Devon.” Juliette ran her hand over her bare hip.

“Juliette is my fiancée.” Wood creaked under his fingers.

“Your fiancée?” Franco’s eyes widened. “Uh…”

“No, I’m not. Devon was, from the day I was born until last week, my betrothed.”

“Betrothed? I think I’m missing something.”

Devon shook his head. “I can’t, Juliette. I can’t accept that we’re over.”

“The Grand Master has spoken.” Juliette’s hand trailed up her side until she lightly brushed her breast.

Devon wanted to respond, but he was too distracted by her nakedness, by the smell of sex that hung in the air.

“Franco.” Juliette sat up, speaking to the other man while her gaze remained focused on Devon. “Do you remember when I said something was missing?”

Franco’s gaze switched from Juliette to Devon. “You said someone. Someone was missing.”

“And now he’s here.” Juliette shifted to her knees and motioned Franco to join her on the bed. Cautiously, he did, positioning himself behind Juliette.

“Devon, take off your clothes.”

Run. Run like hell because if you don’t, this is just going to make the heartbreak that much worse.

Maybe he wasn’t as smart as he thought he was, because Devon stepped through the doorway and started unbuttoning his shirt.





Chapter Ten




Franco was tentative at first, hands resting on her hips then rubbing circles over her abdomen as he and Juliette watched Devon undress. She could practically feel his confusion and need to ask questions, but he smartly said nothing. What was between her and Devon was so complicated that truly explaining it would have been a death sentence to the moment they were living in. She wasn’t ready to face reality. She wanted to revel in the arousal and desire that made her brave and reckless.

Juliette felt powerful and free. She wanted these men, and she was going to have them. There were no restrictions, no reasons why she couldn’t be with them. For the first time in her life she got to behave the way other members did—taking her pleasure when and how she wanted it.

“Do you want to do this?” she asked Franco.

“I’m not exactly sure how this works, but I think so.” The rich, dark voice he used when he was really aroused was gone, replaced by his normal slightly bemused tone, but Juliette was sure she could get him revved up again. One down, one to go.

Devon was no stranger to the idea of a ménage, but they’d both grown up anticipating a sex life with two women, not two men.