Hidden Devotion (Trinity Masters #5)(47)

Franco headed to the bedroom. The wrong bedroom.

“Other way,” Devon said.

“Isn’t Juliette in this room?”

“Yes.”

“Then this is where I’m going.”

“I was going to stay with her tonight.”

“We’ll both stay with her.”

Devon considered the other man. “Good idea.”

*****

The mattress sank under their weight, one man on each side of her. The covers were pushed aside, and for a moment she shivered as the cool air touched her bare skin. Then their hands were on her naked flesh, warm palms and firm fingers kneading and stroking.

They eased her hands away from her throat, kissed and stroked her shoulders and cheeks. The poison still lingered in her blood, making her body ache as if she were recovering from the flu. They treated her as if she was made of glass, taking their time.

Devon slid down the bed, easing her legs apart. “Tell me if you’re too tired for this.”

“No, not too tired.”

“Let me hold you.” Franco slid in place against the headboard, her back resting on his chest.

She could feel his hard cock against the small of her back.

They kissed and stroked, comforting her without words. Devon lowered his head between her legs, kissing her * as Franco toyed with her nipples.

She came once, and then Devon moved away, Franco taking his place.

“Spread her open with your fingers. She likes it when you f*ck her with your tongue. Rub your nose on her clit while you do it.”

Devon coached Franco on how to touch her, how to pleasure her. When the sensation became too intense, coming so soon after her first orgasm, Devon held her down, his hands gentle but strong restraints, his kiss muffling her gasps of pleasure.

She came a second time, her sweaty body sinking bonelessly into the mattress. Franco slid between her legs, his cock rubbing between the lips of her sex.

“Kiss him, keep him calm.” Devon had climbed off the bed.

Juliette stroked Franco’s face. “Hi,” she whispered.

He kissed her cheek. “Hi,” he replied.

The mattress dipped under Devon’s weight. He held a tube of lube.

Juliette turned wide eyes on Franco. “Are you okay with this?”

“Yes. I want to be with you, both of you, in every way.” Franco smiled.

“Have you ever had anal sex before?” Juliette asked.

“With a dude? No.”

“What?”

“I had this one girlfriend, in college… It’s a long story.”

“I can be in the middle,” she offered.

“No, you need to rest.” Devon wrapped an arm around Franco’s chest, pulling the other man up. Franco turned his head and they kissed. The sight of Devon’s muscled arm across Franco’s equally muscled chest was delightfully arousing.

When Franco once more hovered over her, propped on his elbows, his legs spread, forcing hers even wider apart, Devon opened the tube, the click of the cap loud.

Franco tensed and Juliette set to work calming him. She stroked his head and shoulders. Kissed him gently. She knew the moment Devon penetrated him with a finger because he tensed, then shivered. Devon was a skilled lover. He’d introduced Juliette to anal sex also.

“Are you ready, Franco?”

“Yes.”

Devon slid into place, kneeling behind Franco, his hands on the other man’s hips. Franco’s jaw clenched.

Juliette ran her hands down Franco’s sides until they lay beside Devon’s.

“I want to feel you both.”

Devon met her gaze as he pressed into Franco, who groaned at the penetration. He was stiff for a few minutes, but Devon’s patience and Juliette’s attention soon eased the tension from his muscles.

Then Devon began to thrust in earnest, his cock pushing Franco’s hips forward so that Juliette was penetrated, too. Franco came first, the combined sensations of Juliette’s * around his cock and Devon’s dick in his ass, stimulating his prostate, causing him to shake from the force of his orgasm.

When he collapsed and rolled away Devon pulled off the condom he was wearing, tossing it aside. He sank into Juliette, who wrapped her legs around his waist, coming as he thrust in the first time.

She tingled with residual pleasure as he thrust his way to orgasm. Then they curled around each other, content and quiet.

“I could have lost you.”

Juliette frowned as she woke up, struggling to shift from pleasant dream to the tension-filled darkness, deja vu adding to the sense of unreality. She lifted her head off Devon’s chest. Though he’d whispered, she’d felt the rumble of his words.

“Devon?”

“You could have died. I could have lost you.” He sounded raw, his voice like rocks cracking together.

“But I didn’t die.” Her heart couldn’t stand to hear the pain in his tone. She brushed her fingers over his chest and shoulders. “You saved me. You understood.”

“Jules, I’ve been an ass to you. I know that. I just…I figured once we were married…” His tone had changed to sheepish.

Juliette lifted her hands off his bare skin. “I couldn’t get away?”

He rubbed his face, the movement barely visible in the ambient light that filtered in through the window.