“Sam, stop, you’re hurting her.” Mark wrapped his hands on the chains holding him in place and pulled them tight. “Goddamn it, stop it!”
“No, don’t stop. Please,” Jodi gasped. “Mark, he’s not hurting me.”
Sam curled over her, his wiry chest hair tickling her back. “Just relax, sweet pea, breathe.”
Her whimper changed to a deep-throated moan as the hot pain of her ass combined with the white flare of pleasure in her pussy. Arching her back, she pushed against his shaft. Mark shifted inside her, the pressure of being stretched by the two cocks an erotic assault that sent fireballs rocketing through her system.
“Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about.” The slow glide stopped as he seated himself deep inside. He tenderly stroked her back as he waited for her to adjust.
He rocked into her in languid thrusts, pushing and pulling her cheeks apart as his cock stroked the walls of her ass.
Mark tilted his hips and began to match his movements to Sam’s, never taking his gaze from Jodi’s face.
“Eres mia.” Mark’s eyes flashed and though whatever he’d said sounded beautiful, it wasn’t said with his usual fluid grace. If anything, he ground out the words as a statement, a declaration. A challenge.
“Eres mia, solo mia,” he said again as he thrust deep within her.
“Do you know what he’s saying?” Sam asked quietly.
Jodi shook her head.
He leaned closer, whispering so only she could hear. “He’s saying ‘you’re mine, only mine.’”
Tears filled her eyes at the translation. Did she dare hope that he loved her too?
“I’m yours, only yours,” she whispered, pressing her lips against his.
“Te amo.” He captured her lips, joined them until they were both panting for breath. “Te amo, Jodi. Te amo.”
That one needed no translation. “I love you too,” she replied softly.
The sweetness of Mark’s declaration combined with the sensation of being so exquisitely filled, sandwiched between the two men, set her senses into overload. The fireworks sparkling at the edge of her vision exploded, a comet flaring across the sky. She came down from the heavens to hear Sam’s deep groan as he filled her with liquid heat.
She collapsed against Mark’s chest, her arms and legs shaking, unable to move. Sam withdrew and rolled to the side.
Before she’d regained her strength, a large hand slapped her tender behind.
“You’re a very bad girl, Jodi,” Sam said. “I only gave you permission to unzip Mark’s fly, not blow him. And you definitely weren’t supposed to fuck him yet.”
But despite his stern manner, a broad grin lit his face. He leaned over and pressed a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you, sweet pea. Now, you’d better undo loverboy there before he starts to incinerate.”
A promise in her smile, Jodi scrambled around and undid the restraint binding Mark’s left ankle, then his right.
She lingered before undoing the arm restraints, teased his nipples, dipped one finger into his navel, curled her fingers around his cock and stroked the still-engorged head. Had he not completed when she and Sam had?
“Undo the damned wrist straps, will you?” he growled.
The moment she’d loosened the final clasp, Mark flipped Jodi onto the bed and held her in place with the weight of his body. Entered her. Claimed her.
Chapter Nine
Mark ploughed his cock into Jodi as if possessed, desperate to claim her back as his own, desperate to make her body forget what it felt like to have another man’s cock stretching her, filling her.
“You’re mine! Only mine,” he growled.
When she wrapped her legs around his waist, welcoming him, his groans battled with the squeaks of the bed and the slap of his thighs against hers.
Embers burst into flame, rocketing down his spine. His balls tightened against his body, but he kept ramming into her until she screamed her release, something she hadn’t done with Sam he noted with masculine pride.
Now. Now. His essence erupted, molten lava into a white-hot cavern, an explosion of love and anger and jealousy.
He collapsed on top of her, laying there for a few minutes, his breathing rough. Resting his forehead against hers, he stroked her face, crooning to her in Spanish knowing she wouldn’t understand, and his tone gentle so she wouldn’t know he cursed Sam, cursed himself. His touch trailed down her neck, stroked her shoulders, while his head dipped to kiss the reddened flesh of her breasts.
“Te amo,” he whispered. Had he said that earlier? He’d been thinking it. And had she said she loved him too? Not wanting to take the chance that she might not have understood, he repeated it in English. “I love you, Jodi.”
“I love you too,” she whispered.
He closed his eyes and said a silent prayer of thanks, and a vow that he’d never again allow another man to touch her the way Sam had. The way he’d invited Sam to.
Desperate to remove any trace of the other man from her skin, Mark touched everywhere Sam had touched. Everywhere Sam had tasted, Mark tasted. The memory of watching Sam’s fingers on her soft flesh, of his cock stretching her pussy, and knowing he’d actually been the one to suggest it would be something he’d never forgive himself for.
Jodi tried to lift her hips but failed to move him. No way was he going to let her go until he’d made things right between them.
A flicker of pain crossed her face and she squirmed beneath him again.
“Aw, baby, did I hurt you?” He lifted his weight from her, but kept his arms stabbed into the mattress on either side of her, trapping her.
Her eyes fluttered open, a dazed and exhausted look filling them. “I think I’m lying on the nipple clamps.”
Damn things. Mark reached beneath her. With a flick of his wrist, he withdrew the offending clamps and tossed them across the floor.
Mark rolled over and pulled her beside him, wrapping his arms around her in an iron grip. “Sam, this is en-”
He trailed off when he realized they were alone in the room, Sam nowhere in sight. Another stream of curses directed at both Sam and himself echoed off the walls.
“Mark?” Jodi said quietly, her eyes veiled as she glanced down at his chest. “Did you want me to tell Sam no when he asked? Did I screw things up between us?”
He cursed himself again, softer this time, when he realized she thought he would blame her, that he might be angry that she’d agreed to Sam’s suggestion. “I know it was my idea originally, but I couldn’t…”
He averted his gaze, glancing at the mountain of pillows surrounding them. “When Sam and I discussed tonight’s…entertainment…I thought I’d have no problem watching you with Sam. You know how I love to watch you play with yourself. And he wasn’t lying about what we used to do back in college.”
He took a deep breath and forced himself to look at her. Damn it, she still wasn’t looking at him. Was she angry with him? Or had she found more pleasure with Sam?
“When it came down to it, to actually sharing you…” Words that usually flowed easily for him lodged in his chest. What if she thought about what he’d asked of her? What if she realized how he’d violated her trust by failing to protect her? “When Sam talked about penetrating your ass, when he touched you, this wave of anger started burning in my gut.”
No shit, he’d felt like a caveman who wanted to grab her by the hair and carry her back to his cave. To beat Sam until his best friend lay bloodied and unmoving at his feet.
Her eyes squeezed shut as she turned her head away from him. “You are angry that I agreed.”
He could have lost her tonight. He could still lose her.
