from hers to her jaw, her neck. “Then I wondered if I had a chance at being his third.”
Fingers pulled her blouse from her jeans; she didn’t know whose, she didn’t care. All that mattered was the touch, the pleasure, and Khalid.
All that mattered was the feel of the fingers slowly unbuttoning her blouse, pulling the edges apart, and revealing her lace-covered breasts as Khalid’s lips brushed from her neck to her bare shoulder.
Sensual weakness filled her muscles, making her feel dazed, mesmerized. Their touch mesmerized her. She had expected pleasure, but she hadn’t expected what she was feeling now.
The front clip of her bra was released, the lace was peeled away from the swollen mounds. Marty’s head tipped back on her shoulders as Khalid supported her, held her against his chest and stared down at the fingers brushing over, against, around her breasts.
The window between the front and back had been raised. She didn’t know when he had done it; she didn’t care.
They didn’t undress her, though she felt as though the material of her clothes were too rough against her sensitive flesh. Heat burned her bared flesh as the tips of calloused male fingers rasped against it gently.
“I want to watch,” Khalid whispered against her ear. “I want to see your pleasure, Marty. I want to see the hunger in your eyes. I want to watch your face flush with pleasure.”
The overwhelming desire, the need, roughened his voice and sped through her own system like a wildfire racing out of control.
Her eyes opened as she felt his arm brace the back of her neck, lifting her head to meet his gaze. She felt too drowsy, too inundated with the exquisite pleasure tearing through her to protest anything he wanted at the moment. Perhaps not at a later moment, either.
She didn’t pretend to understand the need the men of the club had to share their women. At the moment, she didn’t care. At the moment the pleasure racing through her was all that mattered.
“So pretty,” he whispered, his gaze moving from her face to where Shayne was caressing her breasts. His palms cupped the swollen mounds, his thumbs rubbing over them as Khalid leaned back and shifted her body until she was facing Shayne.
He leaned forward, his dark blue gaze heavy-lidded, his cheekbones flushed with lust as he watched Khalid’s palm curve around the side of her breast, lifting the tight, hard nipple to him as though in invitation.
A whimper left her lips as Shayne’s head lowered. Her hands clutched at the outside of Khalid’s thighs, and her head fell back against his shoulder as Shayne’s lips covered the ultrasensitive peak of her breast.
Heated moisture surrounded her nipple as Shayne sucked it into his mouth, drawing on it, his tongue flickering over it with wicked intent as Khalid drew her arms up and back until she curled them around his neck.
The taut arc of her body seemed to make her nipples more sensitive, as though it stretched the nerve endings, revealing more of them for Shayne to torture with the sensual licks of his devilish tongue.
“Feel good?” Khalid’s lips brushed against her neck as a hoarse cry tore from her throat.
“Khalid, please…” Each heated draw of Shayne’s mouth sent sizzling sensations down the neural pathway from her nipple to her clit. She swore she could feel each lick of his tongue on the tight, hard knot of nerve endings between her thighs.
“Oh, I intend to please you, baby.” His teeth raked against her neck. “Shayne and I both intend to please you all over.”
All over. She was shaking, trembling with pleasure as she tried to arch closer, to bury her nipple deeper into Shayne’s mouth as he sucked at it hungrily.
“Damn, that’s pretty,” he breathed, his voice rough with hunger as a hand curled around her other breast and fingers began to pluck at the hard peak.
She tried to writhe against his lap, the feel of the heated length of his cock pressing against his slacks had her pussy throbbing and spilling her juices into her panties.
When Shayne drew back, she watched in an agony of need as he slowly drew the cups of her bra back over her breasts and fixed the latch.
His gaze locked on hers, he drew the edges of her shirt together and buttoned them.
Marty fought to breathe, the act of having Shayne redress her as Khalid held her in place was almost as erotic as being undressed by them.
“We’re home,” Khalid told her softly, as the last button was pushed through its hole.
The limousine came to a stop in front of the house as Khalid let his lips caress the sensitive flesh just beneath her ear.
She wanted to scream out at the intrusion of reality. She wanted to order Abdul to keep driving, to stay in the car, to give her just a few more moments of a pleasure that she hadn’t imagined could be so exquisite.
She wanted just a few more minutes in their arms.
14
Khalid had promised himself years ago that he would never allow himself to love a woman-not that true, undying love that could destroy a man when his woman was gone, as it had destroyed Abram. As they neared the house, though, he was beginning to wonder if he hadn’t broken that rule without even knowing when or how it had happened.
The thought of losing Marty left him in a cold sweat. The thought of what his brothers would have done to her if their hired killer had managed to take her left his guts cramped with fear.
Sitting on his lap in the limo, she had been the most beautiful woman in the world. Locked in pleasure, her lithe, slender body arching, reaching for more. She had nearly had him coming in his jeans.
As they stepped from the limo he watched as she blinked, trying to force her mind to clear, her senses to steady. He knew almost the moment she managed to reenter reality. And if the thoughtful, suddenly contemplative look on her face was any indication as they started up the steps to the front door, then she was coming up with more questions already.
“Tell me, is Anger Thornton a part of the club?”
Of all the questions he had expected her to ask, that wasn’t the one he would have expected.
“You know I can’t answer that one.” He almost grinned at the narrow-eyed ire that filled her gaze.
“You know, the members of that damned club make it rather hard on their women” she muttered.
“I never promised it would be easy.”
It wasn’t easy. Few things in his life had ever been, though, he could assure her, any problems with the club would be minor in comparison to others.
She turned her gaze to Shayne. “You’ll need to coordinate with my fathers. We’ll need several teams conducting surveillance and watching the Saudi guests that attend to see if any of them meet with Ayid or appear to be acting for them.”
“You think I want your fathers screaming at me over this?” Shayne lifted a brow mockingly. “Not hardly.”
“Call him, Shayne,” she ordered firmly. “Trust me, they’ll scream at me louder, and then I’ll just get mad, and then I’ll be stressed out when we arrive at the party.”
Shayne grinned as Khalid shot him a warning glance. Neither of them wanted her fathers screaming at her.
“I’ll call.” Shayne finally chuckled as they paused at the landing. “But I’m not promising they’ll listen to me, any more than they would listen to you.”
They would listen to Marty much quicker, Khalid knew, but she was still uncertain of her ground with her fathers at this point. The previous anger, and deceptions on their part, had left her wary where they were concerned for the moment.
As the heavy doors opened and the butler stepped aside, Khalid entered the house, his hand settling against Marty’s lower back.
“Come to my suite,” he told Shayne, as he turned up the stairs, urging Marty ahead of him. “I’d like to discuss the Thornton party.”
He really had nothing to discuss where the party was concerned until later tomorrow. But sometimes a woman
