Crosstown Crush

Another glance at Mica, a pause, a nod. “Yeah,” he said softly, lids dropping low. “I would.”

She stretched her arm along the back of the couch, angled her legs, welcomed him to come close. Their eyes met, and she saw her own wine-tinged uncertainty reflected back at her. But there was more. Curiosity behind the hesitance, and yeah, she felt that, too. Mica wasn’t her boyfriend, after all – far from it. She wasn’t worried about doing something that might complicate a relationship.

She could already feel Mica’s heat and energy at her back, and now his fingertips joined the scene, alighting softly between her shoulder blades. He didn’t urge, didn’t push. Merely touched, letting her know, I’m here. I’m watching. I’m excited.

Vaughn edged closer and their knees touched. She stroked his collar, studied his mouth. Those stu

For a moment, Clare barely registered the kiss. All she was aware of was Mica’s watching, and for half a minute it was a performance, not a kiss. Then something changed. Something fell aside, and in a blink her attention shifted, captured by Vaughn’s mouth.

His lips were full and lush, a touch hesitant. She let him know she wanted this, putting a hand to his face. His jaw was rough with the day’s stubble, but other parts were soft – his cheek, his earlobe, his temple. As she touched him, his kisses deepened. Not dirty like Mica’s, not that bold, but sensual and taunting in their own way. Mica’s sexuality was a brushfire; Vaughn’s was a smoldering hearth.

She tilted her face, invited more. A hand warmed her side, and it took her a moment to realize it was Mica’s. She shivered, and heat rushed in as that pleasant chill subsided. This is so wrong. So wrong and so fucking hot.

Vaughn cupped her neck, his broad hand cool from his glass. With every stroke of their tongues, every exhalation that mingled between them, his hesitation faded, until she could feel the excitement humming deep in his chest. Mica’s hand slid lower, kneading her hip. She felt its mate at her neck, pushing her hair aside. His breath caressed her nape; then came his lips. Two men’s mouths on her. Two men’s heat stoking hers. Two men’s desires, at once intimidating and empowering.

She reached back to run her hand over Mica’s hair, fisted it softly.

“You like how he kisses?” he murmured, loud enough for them both to hear.

“Yes.” She spoke it right against Vaughn’s mouth, and felt his body tense in reply.

Mica’s palm on her hip rose and slid forward, closing her breast in its heat. The other was still in her hair, and she wondered if the two men’s fingertips were touching. With every sweep of Vaughn’s tongue, every soft squeeze of Mica’s hand, she was sucked deeper into the lust, so deep that the wine was moot, its chemical intoxication nothing compared to this.

She was all but panting when Vaughn drew back, stealing that heavenly mouth. “Where’s this going?” he whispered. His voice was thick, distracted. Sexy.

“I don’t know.” She suspected one person in this room did know, however. She suspected the man at her back knew exactly where he wanted this to end up. She craned her neck and met Mica’s gaze.

“You like him?” he asked, dark eyes full of heat.

“Yeah.”

“You want him?”

She swallowed and spoke the truth. “I think I do.”

“You should have what you want,” he said simply, and lowered his mouth to her throat once more. It snatched her breath for a moment; then she sought Vaughn’s eyes and asked, “Do you want that?”

“If you do. If you’re not too drunk, I mean.” He looked flustered, but some clarity returned and brightened his eyes. “I mean, I don’t know.” His caution couldn’t be faulted. The proposition implied that he’d shortly be getting naked with his best friend, and that didn’t seem like a leap the average man would take lightly.

“I’m not drunk,” she said, realizing it was true. She’d had two large glasses of wine – enough for a healthy buzz, enough to dull her inhibitions, but not enough to rob her of her judgment. “And I do want that. You, and him.”

Vaughn didn’t reply except to kiss her. Deep and dirty, with more passion and aggression than she’d yet felt from him – a taste of what Mica transmitted, when they did this. She imagined all that lust that radiated from his skin, doubled. Two mouths, four hands on her. Two excited male bodies. Two cocks.

This is really about to happen.

And as that fact sank in, she didn’t think they could get there soon enough.