Hidden Devotion (Trinity Masters #5)(35)

Franco reached under her, plucking and tugging her nipples. Sensation came at her from all sides—Devon’s cock in her *, Franco’s fingers on her nipples and cock in her mouth.

Devon gathered up her hair, pulling it just hard enough that her scalp tingled. He knew her, knew how to push her over the edge. Juliette screamed around Franco’s cock as she came. Devon slammed into her, thrusting hard and fast as he, too, orgasmed.

Without giving her time to gather herself, Devon pulled out and rolled her onto her back.

“Fuck her,” he told Franco.

Franco once more slid into place between her legs, dark brows lowered, gaze intense. Devon, still breathing hard from his orgasm, stretched out beside her. He cupped her breast, angling her nipple so he could suck it as Franco f*cked her.

Juliette’s head thrashed on the pillow. She was going to come again. Franco’s stomach was slick with sweat as he f*cked her, the taste of his cock still on her tongue.

Devon pinched her nipple with his fingers, kissing his way along her side until he found her mouth, tasting Franco, whose breath washed over both of them.

“I’m close. Please.” Juliette clung to Franco’s tensed arm with one hand, the other buried in Devon’s hair.

Devon slid one hand down her torso until he buried his fingers in her *. He stroked the entrance to her body, where Franco’s cock slid in and out, then pressed down on her clit, rubbing it against her pelvic bone.

Juliette screamed as she came again. This time the sound wasn’t muffled. There was no hiding the intensity of her pleasure.

Franco groaned as he came.

Devon tugged her out from under Franco then made sure they were each safely positioned on the too-small-for-three-people bed.

The heat woke her. Juliette opened her eyes but didn’t feel fully awake. This was a dream. She was staring at a man’s shoulder, while another’s arm was draped across her waist. Breathing slow and deep, she waited for the dream to fade, waited for reality to return.

But this was real. She was lying in the middle between the two men, both of whom were radiating heat.

Juliette eased Devon’s arm off her then inched her way down to the bottom of the bed. Pale sunlight haloed the curtains, just enough illumination that she could make her way to the door.

“Don’t you dare.”

She turned to see Devon awake and propped on one elbow. “What?”

His face was an oval of pale skin in the muted darkness. “Don’t you dare leave. You always leave.”

Juliette turned away, though she doubted he could see her expression. “I’m just going to the bathroom.”

“No, you’re not.” He got out of bed.

Juliette slid out of the bedroom, heart beating with the rapid pace of a rabbit fleeing a fox. He followed her, six feet of naked intent.

Last night had been…she couldn’t believe it. She’d never been so bold or sure of herself as she had been when she’d orchestrated that ménage.

But the truly terrifying part was how right it had felt…and how much she wanted it to happen again. She’d woken assuming it was a dream—the kind that was too good to be true. But what frustrated her was that now, when she had the power to walk away from Devon, she couldn’t seem to do it.

“You’re shutting down, locking me out.” He stalked her, radiating frustration. “Do you know how much I hate dawn in Paris?”

“You hate dawn in Paris?” Juliette shook her head. “That’s a ridiculous thing to say.”

“Is it?” His voice was raw with anger. “Last night was amazing, and yet here we are—you treating me like enemy number one.”

“I’m not—” Juliette bit back the denial. It would have been a lie. He deserved better than that. “I’m sorry.” She took a deep breath. “You’re right, last night was amazing.”

“And what does it mean?”

“Mean? It doesn’t mean anything. We’re all unattached adults who chose to have a good time.”

“Damn it, Juliette. Don’t. Please.”

“Don’t what, Devon? Tell me what you want me to say.” Emotion made her throat tight even as her fingers tingled with the need to touch him.

“I want you to say that you’ll reinstate our trinity. I want you to say that I mean something to you.”

The emotion in his voice made her breath catch. Her voice was soft when she answered. “Of course you mean something to me.”

“Really? Because at the first chance you got, you tossed me aside.”

“No, Devon, I didn’t.” She lived in shades of gray, and he was speaking in black and white. “You have no problem with how we grew up, or with the arranged marriage, but guess what? I do. I idolized you, loved you.” Embarrassment at the memory of how she’d fawned on him, how desperately she’d wanted his attention, clawed at her.

“What happened? What did I do to make you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.” It would be easier if she did. “But I’ve never been in control of my life or my feelings. I had no choice but to love you.”

“That’s not true.” He sounded exasperated.

“Really? I grew up living in half of a fairy tale—the princesses betrothed to the handsome prince.” Still naked, she mock-curtseyed, anger bitter on her tongue. “But in my story there’s another princess, and whoops, before we could get married and live happily ever after, I grew up and got an education. I realized that whatever feelings you and I have for one another aren’t organic, they’re manufactured by circumstance.”