Georgia Peach
Publisher: Ellora's Cave

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Thayne’s heated gaze connected with hers for a brief moment before he glanced at Harris.

“Kiss me, Harry.”

Harry. A smile graced her lips for a millisecond before disappearing altogether when Harris followed Thayne’s orders. Sweet Jesus. Whatever image she’d built up in her mind was nothing compared to the real thing.

There was nothing as good as the real McCoy.

Her pussy throbbed and begged to be filled by one or both of the two men passionately kissing in front of her. And if the sight alone wasn’t enough to make her knees tremble, the hungry little groan radiating from between the two of them surely would have done it.

Unsure of what the rules were for threesomes, Shay willed her fingers away from her pussy and waited almost impatiently for her turn again. This watching thing was going to take some getting used to, but she was more than sure she was up to the challenge, especially when the perks were as nice as hers were.

And although she was waiting on the sidelines, she never felt as if she wasn’t part of the big game. Harris’ pleasure was her own. It was almost as if Thayne was kissing her through Harris. If she closed her eyes, Shay was sure she would feel the rough flesh of Thayne’s slightly chapped lips against her own softer ones. Before she could delve much further into her fantasy, Thayne pulled back, breaking the kiss.

His breathing was haggard, but his face was flushed with joy. “That was a nice little treat, but I’m ready for more.”

“What do you have mind?” Harris’ voice was rough and filled with need, much how Shay imagined her own would be.

“Appetizers.”

“You don’t say?” Shay couldn’t have kept quiet to save her life. Not when such a yummy proposal was put on the table. “You have a taste for something?”

Thayne glanced from Harris to her. “Yes. You.”

She swallowed and her heartbeat kicked it up a few notches. Thayne was able to say so much with so few words and still leave a big impression. Harris had warned her about this, but she didn’t really get the gist of it until right now. Thayne was going to be lethal to her libido.

“I think we need to move this to a more comfortable location.” Thayne took a step back, giving Harris and Shay breathing room. It was almost as if this was his way of allowing them space not just to breathe, but to think, and possibly to make the a sane, unpressured decision. But for Shay, pressure wasn’t what she was feeling at all. Just desire.

“Okay,” she said, proud to note her voice hadn’t trembled once. Instead, she bottled all her nervous energy and used it to put the ball back in Harris’ court. She refused to be the downer for the night’s festivities. Not when she was so close to having her fantasy fulfilled. “I’m a fan of comfort.”

“Harris?” Just his name. That was all Thayne said. But the simple word held a wealth of meaning for all involved. There was one person who held all the power, and they all knew it.

The responsibility of it all must have weighed a ton on Harris’ broad shoulders, because he didn’t speak up as quickly as Shay did. And just as she began to suspect the night would end before it really had a chance to begin, he spoke, quietly, but his words were as steady as the man himself. “Comfort has my vote as well.”

And there it was. The final nail, which signaled not only the end of the now, but also the beginning of what was to come. If Shay were sure of one thing, it would be this. Neither of them was making the leap into this little erotic foray with blinders on. There would be a cost to pay come morning, but it appeared as if she wasn’t alone in her willingness to pay the piper for a sample of heaven’s offerings.

“Good.” If Thayne had expected Harris to beg off, no one would have ever suspected it from the confident tone of his voice. “I’ll bring the fruit.” Thayne shot Shay a devilish grin. “And you bring the dip.”