But this is my opportunity to test them both, so I walk back to them and slip up behind Celeste, my eyes on Leo as I slide my hands around her waist, then dip my head to murmur in her ear. “Is this what you wanted, sweetness? To have us both?”
She tilts her head farther to give me access, her lashes lowering as she peeks at me from the corner of her eye. “I want us all to have each other. You two sharing me isn’t enough for it to work. You and I need to be willing to share Leo too.”
I come to the logical conclusion. “And you and Leo need to be willing to share me, is that it?”
“Yes.”
“Sounds like the perfect arrangement. How did you become so enlightened?”
My lips brush her neck and she sighs. “Believe it or not, it was something Papá said. I’ll tell you some other time though.”
I can’t imagine her father being quite so open-minded, but at the moment I don’t care. She leans back against me, her ass pressing tight to my hard-on. I hiss and bite down on her neck, casting a glance at Leo, who is still standing just a few feet away, watching intently. Remembering the real reason he’s here, I squeeze her hips and whisper in her ear, “He’s the one I want first.”
I release her and she turns, gives me a devious smile, and kisses me again.
I give her a sharp smack on the ass and say, “Go sit.” Then I look at Leo. “You too, lover. I have a plan.”
29
Celeste
Leo is unusually quiet when he obeys Maddox’s order, pulling up the barstool next to me and settling on it. The two stools are mismatched and worn smooth on the seats, but both have backs, and the one I chose is actually rather comfortable. Leo reaches for a bottle of beer with the label half ripped off, tilts it to his lips, then scowls when he finds it empty.
“Yo, barkeep, hit me.”
Maddox side-eyes him and shakes his head as he opens the fridge, then the freezer, retrieving a couple different items. “I’ll take care of you in a sec, I promise.”
When he turns back to the counter, he has a frosty bottle of tequila, a lime, a saltshaker, and three shot glasses, which he plunks down in front of us. He slices the limes and puts them in a small bowl, pours three shots, then slides everything toward us. “Don’t touch yet. You guys fucked with my head last weekend. It’s my turn.”
I bite my lip and glance at Leo. He looks at me, then away quickly, his cheeks turning red. That look makes me wonder if he’d rather I left him alone with Maddox to explore each other in peace, but that isn’t an option if we want this to work. At least not yet.
Maddox is in his element though, his gray eyes bright with an excitement I don’t think I’ve ever seen in him before. He slips around the counter and inserts himself between us, squeezes my thigh and Leo’s at the same time, then retrieves two limes from the bowl. He turns to me first, raises his hand to my cheek, and touches his thumb to my chin. The scent of lime mixes with his woody spice and I breathe him in, my stomach somersaulting at this step the three of us are about to take together. He opens his mouth, indicating for me to open mine as he touches the lime wedge to my lips. I open and grip the wedge between my teeth, catching on to his game.
He repeats the process with Leo without a word, except before placing the lime between his lips, he bends down and kisses him. Leo tenses, then relaxes, and when Maddox steps away, Leo holds the lime between his lips and his eyes are hazy with desire.
Maddox gives us both an irritatingly smug look, standing back and crossing his arms to take us both in. I get a little thrill realizing he has a dominant streak, and he’s totally getting off on bossing us both around right now. Then he moves, turning me clockwise ninety degrees so he’s no longer blocking Leo’s view of me.
“No hands, got it? Park them on the stool here.” He places both my hands on the sides of my seat and I obediently grip it. Then he snags the end of the tie at my waist and tugs. One side of my dress falls open, then the other when he pulls the tie through the loop enough to free it. He pushes it off my shoulders just enough to lower my bra straps, then hooks his index fingers in the scalloped lace edge of my bra cups and pulls them down beneath my breasts.
Cool air hits my nipples, and I flush hot from the sudden arousal flooding me at the simple act of being exposed. Leo’s expression is impossible to read with the lime wedge stuck in his teeth. The pronounced bulge in his jeans says enough though, and I blink and smile around my own lime. He narrows his eyes in response.
“Shh,” Maddox says as if we’ve been talking out of turn. He dips his mouth to my ear. “Behave,” he says, and pinches one of my nipples. Hard.
I grunt and involuntarily bite down on the lime, sending a shot of potent, sour citrus onto my tongue. My eyes water and my core grows hot, wetness pooling between my legs. Maddox reaches past me, his broad shoulders crowding me. He’s deliberately invading my space though, and I love the way he fills up all my senses so completely. He’s even humming a low song and I focus to make out the melody. Is that “I
