Hidden Devotion (Trinity Masters #5)(34)

When he finally shed the last of his clothing, Juliette was pleasantly surprised to see that Devon was already hard. Two down.

Franco’s hands paused mid-motion.

“You okay?” she asked him again.

“Yes. I am.” His voice had changed again. When his hands resumed their caress it was with more intent and intensity. It seemed that she wasn’t going to have to coax Franco into enjoying this. He was as into the sight of a naked Devon as she was. Devon was pale, like a cream marble statue, his skin contrasting with his warm brown hair.

He paused, hands flexing at his sides, gaze traveling over Juliette and Franco. He seemed to be waiting, as if he wasn’t sure what to do next.

“Devon.”

Saying his name seemed to free him from his indecision. He came to the side of the bed, but made no move to join them. Juliette knee-walked across the mattress until she could reach him. His body was both familiar and strange. It was the first time she’d touched him without the pressure of their betrothal weighing her down.

“We’re not in Paris.” She put her hands on his chest, splaying her fingers.

“No, we’re not.”

“And we’re not betrothed.”

Devon closed his eyes. “Juliette, please. Don’t.”

“Don’t do this?” She dropped one hand onto his hard cock, running her fingers along the sensitive underside.

He didn’t respond except to moan.

“Franco.” Juliette reached her free hand back, urging him to join them, creating a bridge between the men, uniting the three of them together.

With an increasing enthusiasm she hadn’t dared hope for, Franco knelt behind her, his legs on either side of hers. His warm chest pressed against her and his cock nestled in the small of her back. He brushed her hair aside and started kissing her neck.

Juliette licked her lips. “Franco, I want you to play with my *.” The graphic words were hot on her tongue, but they didn’t embarrass her. She found giving orders unexpectedly arousing.

Without hesitation, Franco’s hands slid from her belly button down to her sex, which was open and exposed between her splayed thighs. He spread the lips of her *, letting the air invade and cool her most intimate parts. She moaned her approval.

“Devon,” she panted. “I want you to play with my breasts and kiss me.”

Devon took his time, brushing her hair back from her face and massaging her shoulders before sliding his hands to her breasts. He rolled her nipples against his flat palms, a delicate yet intense sensation. Her body remembered his unique touch and responded accordingly.

Devon kissed her—a sweet, closed-mouth kiss. That wasn’t what she wanted or needed. Taking his cock in her hands, Juliette stroked him the way he liked, the way he’d taught her to. She knew the instant he stopped thinking and questioning and gave in to the desire that emanated from his body like heat. He growled low in his throat and deepened the kiss. It was almost punishing in its ferocity.

Juliette squeezed his cock and nipped his tongue. They battled for control of the kiss, two well-matched opponents who’d been fighting this war for a long time.

Franco was her undoing. He responded to the increased intensity in the room by pressing two fingers inside Juliette while also pinching her clit with his other hand.

Gasping in pleasure, Juliette broke the kiss, tipping her head back. It was a base, animalistic surrender. She exposed her throat to Devon and he took advantage, nipping the side of her neck Franco wasn’t already kissing.

Devon pressed his lips to her ear. “You’re mine. You’ll always be mine, and I’ll always be yours.”

She didn’t have time to react to his words, because Devon did something completely unexpected.

He cupped Franco’s chin, lifted the other man’s head, and kissed him.

Juliette slid out from between the two men, watching carefully. “Oh that’s hot.”

Franco was tense, his body angled and stiff as he kept himself away from Devon except for where their lips were fused. Franco’s eyes were wide, but when Devon changed the angle of the kiss, they closed.

Despite Franco’s awkward posture, the sight was intensely arousing. Both men were gorgeous in their own ways—Devon familiar and classically handsome, Franco dramatic and alluring with his dark hair and blue eyes.

Franco relaxed, shifting until there was only a handspan of space between them. Juliette laid a hand on each of their shoulders. As one they turned to her. Juliette kissed Franco first, and with his taste still on her lips, turned to kiss Devon.

She let her hands roam over their chests and shoulders. With her eyes closed, she couldn’t be sure who was plucking her nipples or stroking her *.

“I need more.”

“Turn around,” Devon ordered. “I’m going to f*ck you while you suck Franco’s cock.”

Juliette spun, planting her knees near the edge of the bed, spreading her legs to give Devon access. Without waiting, he slid into her. She was ready for him, slick with wetness from having Franco f*ck her. Devon’s long cock pressed inside, each glorious inch filling her a bit more. Franco lay on his side, hesitantly inching his hips towards her. Bracing herself on one elbow, she grabbed his cock, tugging lightly so he would scoot closer. When his hips were in position, Juliette braced her forearm on his belly, fist around the base of Franco’s cock. She wrapped her lips around the glands, and when Devon thrust she lowered her head, taking Franco’s cock deep into her mouth.