knew he felt Bay’s cock each time their packmate thrust, felt the thick intrusion of the other man’s erection sliding past his own.
She was stuffed full with Bay’s erection gliding in and out of her backside and Jake’s sizeable cock filling her pussy. She loved this sensation, her body sandwiched between two lovers, men who loved one another almost as deeply as they loved her. Her entire body was so relaxed she felt like overheated Jello, a mere blob of sensation for two men to fuck.
But they did more than that. So much more. Shannon nuzzled the thick hair on Jake’s chest and figured it was worth sitting on a motorcycle for all those long hours if this was the way they planned to treat her at the end of the day.
Bay quickened his pace just as Jake arched his hips and drove deep inside her sex. His big hands grasped both her breasts, kneading and rubbing while flicking at her nipples with his thumbs. Jake’s touch sent a zing of current from her breasts to her clit. Bay’s short, sharp breaths against her spine told her how close he was to coming; the tight grasp of his fingers around her hips dragged her back against him with each deep thrust.
Sensation built upon sensation; arousal stole the breath from her lungs and any coherent thoughts from her mind. Shannon opened to Bay and Jake and found a level of arousal even higher than her own, a dark swirl of carnal desire filled with flickering pinpoints of light.
Light and love. Desire and need, a sense of unity not to be denied. Bay let out a strangled cry. His groin pressed against her ass as he filled her. Jake groaned, lifted his hips, and his cock met Bay’s deep inside Shannon. She tumbled with them, free-falling through waves of sensation. Her inner muscles rippled the length of two erections, hot jets of ejaculate from both men tipping her into even another climax. Crying out, Shannon arched her body in what could only be described as a river of current: live, electric current tying them into a single pulsing, gasping, shuddering organism.
They lay there for long moments. The three of them were locked together, Bay’s arms holding them all close, their hearts pounding, lungs heaving. Finally, after a long recovery, Bay slipped free of Shannon’s body first and went for a quick shower. She drifted, still sprawled across Jake’s chest with his fingers tracing lazy trails along her spine, and Shannon thought she could stay this way forever.
When Jake finally slipped his penis free of her sex and dragged her into the shower for a quick rinse, Shannon practically fell asleep in his arms. He dried her like a child, toweled as much water out of her hair as he could, and then carried Shannon to the bed. Her last conscious thought for the night was how wonderful it was to press her nose into Bay’s smooth back while Jake snuggled close against hers. She didn’t even mind the fact both men shared her chosen bed.
Anton Cheval set the phone back in its cradle and stretched his long fingers together to form a steeple. He rested his chin on his forefingers and stared out the window, though it was obvious he knew Keisha had entered the room. “I’ve sent Oliver on ahead,” he said. “He’ll arrange our rooms—I’ve got the California Suite at the Mark Hopkins for the four of us for the next two weeks, so we should at least be comfortable during our visit.”
Keisha laughed out loud at what had to be a classic Anton understatement. “You’ll be quite comfortable. You and Stefan. I’m almost nine months pregnant and Xandi’s not far behind. Comfortable is no longer part of our vocabulary.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head. “Thank you, my love. What’s that cost? It’s got to be around thirty thousand a week.”
Anton chuckled as she rubbed her belly against his back. “Yep. And worth every penny. I hope you realize our daughter just kicked me in the back.”
“You deserve it, for being such a poop about taking me on this trip.” She slipped around to his side, slid her once slim figure down onto Anton’s lap, and draped her arms over his shoulders. “Stop obsessing, okay? I will be fine. Xandi will be fine, and the babies will come on time. Relax. We’ll have fun. There is no way I’m going to miss Luc and Tia’s wedding.”
Anton wrapped his fingers around the back of her head, tangled them in the thick, wavy mass of her hair, and pulled her face toward his. He kissed her, slow and deep, his tongue brushing the full curve of her lower lip, raking over her teeth, and then tangling with her tongue.
He fucked her mouth slowly, sucking at her lips, his tongue taking her on a smooth, sensual journey that had Keisha mewling deep in her throat, squirming against his growing erection, and kissing him back until both of them strained against the clothing keeping them apart.
“Are you sure?” Anton’s palm smoothed over her gauzy maternity top, following the curve of her belly. “I’m so big,” he said, and she knew it wasn’t bragging or male ego talking but merely a description of the body she loved. “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you or the baby.”
Keisha pulled back far enough to see all of his face, his beloved features creased with worry, the telltale flush to his high cheekbones that told her exactly how aroused he was. How much he wanted her. “So long as we’re careful, big guy…”
His expression never changed, but he lifted Keisha and carried her across the room to their bed where he stretched her out on the ivory coverlet. She felt like a beached whale. Her belly had grown so big her own body felt alien. Her breasts were ponderous, barely supported in the serviceable bra she’d had to start wearing. How Anton could find this body sexy, Keisha would never understand.
He undressed her slowly, kissing each bit of skin as he bared it. When he slipped her panties down her legs—thank goodness they at least still looked trim—he trailed his fingers lightly along her thigh to her ankle. Then he dragged his fingertips the length of her leg, leaving shivers in his path. He caressed the curve of her belly where she’d once had a tiny waist, tracing the dark line that ran from her navel to her mound. His feather-light touch left her entire body tingling.
The last thing he removed was her plain white cotton bra. Her breasts spilled out like huge, brown melons, the areolas wide and flat, her nipples stretched taut. Keisha wanted to cover them, but Anton leaned close and suckled the nipple of first her right breast, then her left. When he pulled away, his lips were shining; her nipples were hard and wet and her sex clenched in needy longing.
Feeling unaccountably shy, Keisha looked up at his face. The love in Anton’s eyes was almost her undoing. No matter how she felt about herself, she knew Anton looked at her with eyes of love. Worshipped her body now, even in this gravid state.
He rubbed his thumb over her nipple and the shock went straight to her clit. “No, sweetheart,” he said. “Even more, if that’s possible.”
“That’s not fair.” She reached up and touched his chest, feeling his heart thundering beneath the crisp white shirt he wore. “You’re snooping in my head.”
“Of course I am. I love you. Don’t ever think I would find you unattractive. Far from it…you’re lovelier now than ever.” Anton brushed her hair away from her eyes, then stood back and stared at her for so long Keisha almost used her hands to cover herself. Almost.
Then he removed his clothing, item by item, folding each piece neatly and placing it on the dresser. When he turned back to her he was fully aroused, his cock flushed a dark red, rising up out of its nest of black hair in a long, powerful, gravity-defying arc to his belly. He stood there and stared at her as if memorizing her, and his eyes glittered with emotion. There are no words…
His thoughts, obviously not meant to be shared, slipped unexpectedly into her mind. Such a slip was unusual for a man of Anton’s power. With his words flowed the feelings he’d been trying to control—his
