Fever (Breathless #2)(12)

Desire gleamed in his green eyes. He studied her a moment as Jace’s hand slid up to her breast, cupping the small mound, his thumb lightly brushing over her nipple. She’d just had the most awesome orgasm of her life and already her body wanted more.

“You said you’ve had a threesome before,” Ash said casually. “You think you can take Jace in your pu**y and me in your ass? You ever done that before?”

Her cheeks went crimson, the heat scorching over her face. She shook her head, too embarrassed to vocalize her response. The image his question evoked burned hot in her mind. The idea of taking both men in that way at the same time gave her a heady buzz of desire.

“Want to try it?” Ash asked with a grin.

“You don’t have to,” Jace murmured next to her ear.

“If you’ve had a threesome, how did it go down if you weren’t taking on two men at the same time?” Ash asked curiously.

Her cheeks still burned and she couldn’t even meet his gaze. For someone as experienced with sex as she was, she felt like a stupid virgin.

“Like before,” she said in a low voice. “Like we just did.”

“Ah,” Ash said. “One f**ked your mouth while one f**ked your pu**y.”

She nodded.

“Ever had anal sex then?”

“Ash,” Jace growled a warning. “For f**k’s sake. Lay off. You’re embarrassing her.”

Ash shrugged. “Not much to be embarrassed about. We’re sitting here butt naked and we just f**ked her.”

That was true enough.

“Yes, I’ve had anal sex,” she said.

“Did you like it?” Ash asked.

“Not really, no,” she admitted.

“Then we won’t do it,” Jace said firmly.

His jaw was tight and his gaze was fixed on Ash as if daring him to pursue the matter.

She cleared her throat nervously. “I’d like to try. I mean, the guy I was with wasn’t exactly . . . good. You know, nothing like you two.”

Ash chuckled.

“Don’t, baby,” Jace said in a quiet tone. “You don’t have to do anything because you think it’s what we want.”

“You’d make it good,” she whispered.

“Hell yeah,” Ash said, his lips twisting as if she’d insulted him. “Not going to hurt you, sweetheart. We’ll take it nice and slow and if you don’t like it, we’ll stop. It’s hot as hell, though.”

Yeah, she could absolutely see that much. What woman wouldn’t want men like Ash and Jace initiating her in a situation like this?

“You hungry?” Jace asked. “You didn’t eat much. Want to eat something else before we go again?”

He pushed back a strand of her hair, tucking it behind her ear as he spoke. She glanced up at him, taking in his beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

“I could eat something,” she murmured. And it was true. She was suddenly famished and the idea of finishing her leftover burger appealed.

“I’ll order up more room service,” Ash said, moving to the phone on the nightstand.

“You don’t have to do that,” she protested. “I left half my burger.”

“We’ll get you something fresh and hot,” Jace said, leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth.

“You want another burger or something else?” Ash asked, holding the phone to his ear.

“Any kind of sandwich,” she said, not wanting to be picky. “And hot chocolate, if it’s not too much trouble.”

Ash smiled. “No trouble at all.”

Chapter five

Jace watched Bethany as she sat cross-legged on the bed eating the club sandwich they’d ordered from room service. She seemed to savor every single bite, eating with a reverence he didn’t often see. She didn’t hurry, but there was an urgency to her movements he couldn’t quite figure out.

And she sipped at the hot chocolate, her face going dreamy with every sip. He wished they’d gotten more than one cup.

They hadn’t wanted her to get dressed—Jace wanted her here in his bed, right where he could see her, feel her and touch her when he wanted. Ash had dressed when he’d gone to meet the room service attendant.

It would be so easy to tell Ash to leave so Jace could enjoy the rest of the night alone with Bethany. He liked the idea of it being just the two of them, here and naked, enjoying each other and sliding into making love as often as they wanted.

“That was really good,” she said when she drained the last of the hot chocolate. “Thank you.”

“Welcome,” Jace said in a low voice.

Ash cleared away the plates, taking the dishes back into the living room. When he returned, he immediately stripped out of his clothing, and Bethany sucked in her breath at the air of expectancy that had invaded with Ash’s return.

Jace watched her closely, looking for any sign that she was hesitant about what was going to happen next. If she looked even the least bit reluctant, he was going to pull the plug on the whole damn thing, and he didn’t care if it pissed Ash off or not. This whole evening was ten kinds of f**ked up. He didn’t want his best friend here, sharing his woman.

His woman.

Jace had already laid claim and yet he was about to let Ash f**k her. Again. Twisted didn’t even begin to describe this.