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Authors: Renee Michaels
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tan, was just Jordan’s type.
Haley hoped for Jordan’s sake that the man wouldn’t turn them down and would be willing to play a bit. Sure enough, Jordan’s penetrating gaze was locked on the dancing couple. He clutched a beer in his hand, but he didn’t lift it to his mouth. Haley’s inner devil smiled as she continued the charade, performing for her boyfriend the best way she knew how.
Two faster dances played before Haley felt parched. “Shall we go find that beer?”
Nathan kissed her palm and led her off the floor. He didn’t hesitate. It was a good sign. Firmly gripping her hand, Nathan tugged her through the throng of patrons to the bar.
When Haley could finally see around the man’s wide expanse of shoulders, they were right in front of Jordan. He smiled and handed them each a glistening bottle of cold beer. “Cheers.”
Jordan sat on a high stool, his legs spread several inches apart. She’d seen that stance before. He always assumed it when he needed to accommodate a hard-on.
Nathan took a long swig from the bottle while Haley watched his Adam’s apple bounce up and down. She itched to lick her tongue up that line of his neck.
When he’d quenched his thirst sufficiently, he settled his gaze on the two of them. “Do you guys do this often?”
“What? Dance?” Jordan grinned, a knowing expression slanting his eyes as he raised his brows in mock confusion.
“Pick up a third.” Nathan was blunt. His gaze didn’t falter.
Oh, he was on board all right. If he’d not been, he’d have glanced away. Instead he stared them both down, gazing from one to the other. Challenging them.
Haley’s pussy wept. Moisture filled her lace thong and seeped into her jeans. She had to squirm to alleviate the pressure against her clit. Why had she chosen such tight jeans tonight?
She set a palm on Jordan’s thigh and gripped with all her might. She wanted this. His leg tensed. He reached his hand behind her and squeezed her ass. He wanted it too.
“Not often, but yes, we have on occasion—when the right person comes along.” Jordan pointedly avoided saying ‘man’. Sure, they usually did threesomes with another man, but it wasn’t mandatory. Sometimes a woman struck their fancy as well.
If she were honest with herself, Haley would have to say she preferred a man. There was nothing more earth-shattering in the orgasm department than having two strong men break her down to the least common denominator. The more dominated she felt, the harder she came—and in succession, the orgasm was even more forceful for Jordan. He claimed to enjoy sex more when Haley was the most satisfied.
The deep gaze coming from two partners as they sent Haley over the edge of the abyss could shatter her world into tiny pieces until the fragments lay all over the room.
Haley held her breath while she waited for this scene to play out.
Nathan cleared his throat. “I assume you two are on vacation. Do you have a room nearby?”
“We do.” Jordan stood. It was all the answer he’d needed. Turning, he laid a few bills on the counter behind him.
Haley let her hand rest on Jordan’s ass as he spun back around. She tucked her fingers into his pocket in her usual manner and her nerves calmed when he lifted his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders.
Jordan nodded and led the way out of the bar. He hailed a taxi and in moments the three were settled in the back seat of the yellow cab. Each man set a hand on one of Haley’s thighs. They sucked all the air out of the car and left her gasping for breath. The driver never raised a brow. It was Miami. He’d seen it all.
Thank God the hotel was close. Haley didn’t think she could have ridden much farther with those ten fingers toying with her through her jeans. As if they’d discussed it ahead of time, Jordan and Nathan swirled and rubbed between her thighs in tandem, neither reaching her centre, both leaving her panting and needy by the time they reached their
Haley hoped for Jordan’s sake that the man wouldn’t turn them down and would be willing to play a bit. Sure enough, Jordan’s penetrating gaze was locked on the dancing couple. He clutched a beer in his hand, but he didn’t lift it to his mouth. Haley’s inner devil smiled as she continued the charade, performing for her boyfriend the best way she knew how.
Two faster dances played before Haley felt parched. “Shall we go find that beer?”
Nathan kissed her palm and led her off the floor. He didn’t hesitate. It was a good sign. Firmly gripping her hand, Nathan tugged her through the throng of patrons to the bar.
When Haley could finally see around the man’s wide expanse of shoulders, they were right in front of Jordan. He smiled and handed them each a glistening bottle of cold beer. “Cheers.”
Jordan sat on a high stool, his legs spread several inches apart. She’d seen that stance before. He always assumed it when he needed to accommodate a hard-on.
Nathan took a long swig from the bottle while Haley watched his Adam’s apple bounce up and down. She itched to lick her tongue up that line of his neck.
When he’d quenched his thirst sufficiently, he settled his gaze on the two of them. “Do you guys do this often?”
“What? Dance?” Jordan grinned, a knowing expression slanting his eyes as he raised his brows in mock confusion.
“Pick up a third.” Nathan was blunt. His gaze didn’t falter.
Oh, he was on board all right. If he’d not been, he’d have glanced away. Instead he stared them both down, gazing from one to the other. Challenging them.
Haley’s pussy wept. Moisture filled her lace thong and seeped into her jeans. She had to squirm to alleviate the pressure against her clit. Why had she chosen such tight jeans tonight?
She set a palm on Jordan’s thigh and gripped with all her might. She wanted this. His leg tensed. He reached his hand behind her and squeezed her ass. He wanted it too.
“Not often, but yes, we have on occasion—when the right person comes along.” Jordan pointedly avoided saying ‘man’. Sure, they usually did threesomes with another man, but it wasn’t mandatory. Sometimes a woman struck their fancy as well.
If she were honest with herself, Haley would have to say she preferred a man. There was nothing more earth-shattering in the orgasm department than having two strong men break her down to the least common denominator. The more dominated she felt, the harder she came—and in succession, the orgasm was even more forceful for Jordan. He claimed to enjoy sex more when Haley was the most satisfied.
The deep gaze coming from two partners as they sent Haley over the edge of the abyss could shatter her world into tiny pieces until the fragments lay all over the room.
Haley held her breath while she waited for this scene to play out.
Nathan cleared his throat. “I assume you two are on vacation. Do you have a room nearby?”
“We do.” Jordan stood. It was all the answer he’d needed. Turning, he laid a few bills on the counter behind him.
Haley let her hand rest on Jordan’s ass as he spun back around. She tucked her fingers into his pocket in her usual manner and her nerves calmed when he lifted his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders.
Jordan nodded and led the way out of the bar. He hailed a taxi and in moments the three were settled in the back seat of the yellow cab. Each man set a hand on one of Haley’s thighs. They sucked all the air out of the car and left her gasping for breath. The driver never raised a brow. It was Miami. He’d seen it all.
Thank God the hotel was close. Haley didn’t think she could have ridden much farther with those ten fingers toying with her through her jeans. As if they’d discussed it ahead of time, Jordan and Nathan swirled and rubbed between her thighs in tandem, neither reaching her centre, both leaving her panting and needy by the time they reached their
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