Forbidden Heat by Carew, Opal (most popular ebook readers .TXT) 📕

Danielle heightened everything about the sexual experience? All he knew right now was that being with both of them was more intensely erotic than anything he’d ever experienced before.

Jake released him, smiling broadly.

“You know, I think Dani still needs her lesson. Right, Dani?”

“Yes, Master Jamieson.”

Trey stepped down and pushed the step stool away. Jake’s hand toyed with his cock, which still impaled Danielle.

“Let me make some room for you,” Jake said. He lifted Danielle, drew out his cock, then repositioned it. Slowly, he lowered Danielle again, his cock pushing inside her ass.

Trey’s own cock rose at the sight. He reached around Danielle and felt for her bra fastening through the fabric, then unhooked it and pulled it from inside her dress. He tossed the strapless scrap of lace aside, then pulled the fabric of her top down and tucked it under her breasts. He admired the lovely round mounds, then leaned down and captured Danielle’s nipple inside his mouth and sucked until she moaned loudly.

“You should feel how wet she is,” Jake said. His hand stroked her glistening pussy.

Trey knelt in front of her and stroked her slit. Oh man, it was totally hot and wet. He slipped a couple of fingers into the silky wetness inside.

“Do you want me inside you, Danielle?” he asked.

“Oh, yes, Master Garner. Please fuck me.”

Urgency spiked through him at those words. He placed the step stool in front of her, then grabbed his cock, placed it to her opening, and thrust forward. Her velvety pussy surrounded him and he groaned. The sensation was intensified knowing Jake’s cock had just been in the same place.

“Fuck her, Trey. Let’s make her come together.”

Oh, yeah. He pulled back, then thrust again, deeper this time.

“Ohhh . . . Please, masters, make me come.”

He thrust faster. Deeper. She squeezed him and he groaned, then sped up. Her breath came in little gasps and he pounded in . . . harder and harder.

“Oh, yes. I’m going to . . .” She sucked in a breath, then wailed long and hard.

His groin tightened as Jake groaned his release. Heat burned through him as he exploded within her, thrusting and groaning as she wailed again.

“I’m . . . coming . . . oh . . .” She gasped. “So . . . hard.”

Trey tweaked her clit and she wailed again.

As her cries subsided, he slowed his thrusts. Finally, her head dropped against his shoulder. He cupped her head and held it lovingly, kissing her temple and savoring the blissful moment they all shared.

“So you couldn’t stay away from us.” Trey curled his hands around Danielle’s slender waist as she placed the steaming casserole on the hot plate she’d set on the counter beside Jake’s shiny-topped stainless-steel stove, then closed the oven door. She wore one of Jake’s Tshirts, which hung just long enough to cover the tiny pink thong she wore underneath. She turned around and kissed him, her arms gliding around his neck, the black quilted oven mitts still covering her hands.

“How could I? You two have a way of making a girl feel special.” She kissed him again. Her lovely green eyes gazed up at him as a grin spread across her face. “Very special.”

“Well, you are.” He kissed her again, hardly able to keep his hands from roving over her delightful body and taking her again right there on the spot. He’d never had it this bad for a woman before. “After all, how many women would dress up in a sexy little maid’s outfit and serve the two of us . . . and so completely?”

He couldn’t help it . . . his hand cupped her breast. The soft flesh filled his palm and the nipple tightened and pressed against him.

“Hey, you’re hogging the woman,” Jake said as he cupped her other breast.

Trey released her, and Jake pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She smiled up at him with the same delighted expression she’d given Trey a second before, and Trey couldn’t help feeling a little jealousy. An emotion he immediately stomped down.

Trey tugged the oven mitts from her hands, ignoring how her fingers immediately stroked through Jake’s long hair, hanging loose past his shoulders. Trey donned the mitts, then carried the casserole into the dining room. Jake appeared with a bottle of wine and a corkscrew, then set about removing the cork while Danielle placed fine crystal wineglasses on the table by each white porcelain plate with a burgundy band around the edge trimmed in gold. Gold flatware completed the place settings.

“I hope you like it. It’s a curried chicken and rice casserole . . . my own recipe,” she said.

“It smells delicious.” Trey sat down at the round table with Danielle to his right and Jake to his left, soft light from tall tapered candles in crystal star-shaped holders setting the table aglow.

“So, Danielle, do you make dinner for men often?” Trey asked.

She picked up a big serving spoon and placed it into the casserole, then scooped some onto her plate. “Not really.” She smiled. “I’ve never been involved with two men at the same time before.”

Trey smiled, knowing she was avoiding his question. He wanted to know if she’d gone out with a lot of men . . . and if she’d ever fallen in love. She’d had a rough time growing up—being all alone—and although he wanted her to be happy, the thought of her in love with someone else bothered him. Probably because he couldn’t stand the thought of her heart being broken.

But even more . . . he wanted to know if she thought he . . . and Jake . . . were special.

“What do you do for fun?” Jake asked.

“Oh, um . . . Well, I like reading manga.”

“You mean Japanese comics?” Jake took a bite of his dinner.

“Well, sure, but some of the story lines are very complex and they cover a broad range of story types.”

Trey grinned at her defensiveness. “I know that women