Fever (Breathless #2)(16)

“Jace,” she whispered, his name swallowed up.

But Jace had heard it and a surge of triumph scorched through his veins, sending him spiraling over the edge. She hadn’t called Ash’s name in the heat of passion. She’d called his.

“Going to come,” he gritted out. “With me, baby. Let go now.”

Her hands that had been firmly pressed to his chest suddenly left his skin and then dove into his hair, tightly fisting the strands. She returned his kiss, nearly savage as she took his mouth every bit as hard as he’d taken hers.

Breathless, frantic, hot. Their tongues rolled and clashed, their lips arching and molding against each other.

Her cry was sharp, echoing across the room. Her head flew back, her br**sts arched forward. She closed her eyes and let out another cry as she went liquid around him, her release catapulting Jace to his own.

He followed her, his own cry mixing with hers. He vaguely heard Ash’s growl and then the entire bed shook as Ash pounded into her ass, forcing her forward onto Jace’s chest.

Jace caught her, wrapping his arms tightly around her, holding her as Ash drove into her over and over. She nuzzled into his neck and hung on to him as if she feared falling. And then Ash went still, his face showing agonizing strain. He leaned over, his chest pressed against Bethany’s back, and the three lay there, quiet, shaking, still quivering in the aftermath of explosive orgasms.

Holy f**k but Jace felt turned inside out. He’d come so hard, it had felt as though every ounce of liquid in his body had been ejaculated into that condom. He’d never resented a condom so much in his life. He wanted to come inside Bethany. Feel her squeezing every drop of se**n from his cock.

He reached up for a lock of hair, toying idly with it as he attempted to regain control of his shattered senses. He wasn’t sure what the f**k had gone on here exactly. All he knew was that Bethany was a complete game changer.

She lay over his chest, sandwiched between the two men. Her eyes were closed and her chest heaved as she struggled for breath. Ash uttered a groan and then finally levered up, pressed a kiss to Bethany’s shoulder and then he slipped from her ass, alleviating the intense pressure around Jace’s cock, which was still buried in Bethany’s pu**y.

She moaned softly and Jace immediately wrapped his arms around her, covering the bare expanse of her back now that Ash was gone.

“I’m wasted,” Ash said. “Long day, long evening. I’m going to leave you two to it and crash in the other bedroom.”

Jace nodded, relieved. Ash never did stay after. He never slept with the women. He f**ked them and then left them to Jace. Not that Jace typically indulged in cuddle time either, but he at least shared a bed with their partners afterward.

But he made no move to separate himself from Bethany. He liked the feel of her surrounding him. He was still hard even after the mind-numbing orgasm, and he also knew he should pull out soon before the condom leaked or broke under the strain, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not yet. He wanted a few more moments of her in his arms, her limp, warm body cuddled sweetly into his.

She stirred against him and he stroked her hair, kissing her forehead as she fluttered around him. God, but she was making him even harder.

“Need to take care of the condom,” he said.

When she would have lifted herself off him, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled so she was beneath him. Then he eased from her pu**y, regretting every inch he lost of her.

Her eyes were a mixture of sleepy and confused, almost as if she couldn’t quite process what had just taken place. That made two of them. He had no idea what the hell had happened. He could safely say he’d never felt so . . . possessive . . . over a woman, much less one he’d only met a few hours ago and one he knew nothing about.

It was a situation he’d remedy immediately.

His nature was to control. To come in, take over. It was what he wanted now. It was his first instinct. To lay down the law, inform Bethany that she was his and that he’d take care of her now.

There were several problems with that and they buzzed heavily in his mind as he rose from the bed, tore off the condom and disposed of it. Not bothering with his underwear, he crawled back onto the bed and pulled Bethany into his arms before reaching down to pull the covers over both of them.

He didn’t want to scare the hell out of her and he had a very good idea that she wasn’t like other women. She was different. Somehow more fragile. The last thing he wanted was to push her too hard and scare her away.

The other problem was . . . Ash. What the hell to do about his best friend? A friend he shared everything with and had never had a problem sharing a woman with.

Never again would he share Bethany with Ash.

He closed his eyes, inhaling her sweet scent as he surrounded her with him, with his touch. Hell, who was he fooling? It wasn’t that he was surrounding her with him. No, he was surrounding himself with . . . her.

He sighed, knowing that this wasn’t going to be easy. It was likely going to be messy as hell. He’d talk with Ash in the morning. Let his friend know how he felt and go from there. He had no idea how Ash would respond. It wasn’t as if this had ever come up between them. They were always so in tune with each other. Jace had never had to worry that he would tire of a woman before Ash or vice versa. Or that he’d want a woman Ash wouldn’t. They were in sync. Their bond went deeper than simple friendship.