Shifting Gears (13 page)

“Shit yes!” Sebastian lifted his head for two seconds. “Use teeth, Lynn. Come with my cock in your mouth.”

Lynn continued to orgasm with round after round of cries and moans. Mark kept fucking, building his pace, his intensity. He wrapped his hands around Sebastian’s waist. So much firmer, wider, than Sloan’s.

Mark didn’t have to hold anything in reserve. Instead, he shuttled inside the smooth tissue, trying to ignore the sweat rolling down his nape with the effort of suppressing his orgasm.

“Oh yeah,” Mark shouted when Bastian’s ass gripped him tighter. “You’re about to shoot, aren’t you?”

He picked up the pace, forging double time into the forbidden territory. The ridge surrounding his cock head snagged on the contracting ring of muscle at Sebastian’s entrance. Over and over.

“Ye—” Sebastian didn’t make it further than that before his entire body halted and he roared into Sloan’s drenched core. He poured his semen down his fiancée’s throat as his ass strangled Mark’s embedded flesh.

The rush of passion would have been impossible to resist even if he’d wished to. Mark clung to his friend, his stare never leaving Sloan’s gaze, and shot everything he’d held inside deep into Sebastian. He released of all the frustration, the inferiority, the jealousy.

He gave Bastian everything and then some, coming until his cream squeezed around his softening cock, creating frothy foam between them. A dribble ran across his balls to the site where Lynn’s lips connected to their flesh. She tasted them both simultaneously.

A final spasm wrung him dry. He blinked at Sloan, needing their connection.

The moment he could focus, their gazes met and held, Sloan cried out. Mark lunged forward, wrapping one hand around her upper arm, tugging her toward him until he captured her mouth in a violent kiss. He covered her breast with his other hand and manipulated her nipple.

Sebastian worked his magic tongue over her clit.

Together they extracted bliss from every pore of her body. Her eyes rolled in her head then she convulsed, spreading her saturation across Bastian’s chin, cheeks and nose. He ate at her for long minutes until her cries subsided.

Then they all collapsed, like a pile of naughty puppies, on the bed. Together.

Sloan and Mark whispered the shared joy of their experience as they snuggled. Lynn and Sebastian relied more on touches to bring them down from the pinnacle of their releases. All four worked together to supply their lovers with what they needed most.

And right now, that was time to sort things out.

Sebastian and Lynn gathered their belongings then hugged Mark and Sloan. They whispered their thanks, promised to return when their friends were ready then headed toward their adjoining room, Lynn carried in the cradle of Sebastian’s arms.

* * * * *

Sloan didn’t know where to start. She’d been so terribly misguided. What would her lover think when she told him how she felt now?

“Mark…” She cleared her throat and tried again but tears filled her eyes anyway. “I made a mistake.”

The euphoria on his face died in an instant. “This isn’t what you wanted after all?”

“No!” She jolted upright then surrounded him with her arms. “That’s not what I meant. I was wrong to ask for time. I don’t need one second longer to know this is what I crave. Forever. I didn’t know what I really needed until I met you.”

“Me either.” Mark nodded. “I can’t believe this is happening. All these years…but it wasn’t until Bastian and I had Lynn and you that we were complete. If Bastian had never met her, if we’d never fooled around that night, if—”

“If I’d come along a few days later, they would have approached you anyway.” Sloan gulped, afraid of risking everything. But she couldn’t assume he’d considered all the options. Finding out later that she wasn’t necessary in the big picture would kill her. So she asked, even though the possibilities terrified her. “Would you like me to step aside? This evening…the magnetism we shared…it could be because of the relationship the three of you have. If you want to be with Lynn and Sebastian, I understand. You have a history with them. I want you to be happy.”

Mark stared at her so long she couldn’t believe he hadn’t blinked, his expression completely unreadable.

“Marco?”

“Thinking.”

“If it’s that hard a decision, I should give you space to make the right choice.”

“If you move one muscle, I’ll put you over my knee right now, Cougar or not.” His intensity surprised and aroused her. “I’m considering my options on how to convince you I could never be happy without you. Fooling around with Sebastian and Lynn is scorching—and yes, more than sex because of our friendship—but I’m not a part of their relationship. And I don’t think they’re a part of ours. Not beyond friendship, respect and maybe some shared pleasure.”

The weight of her anxiety grew lighter in her chest. Could this be real?

“What I feel for you is…bigger than that. Sloan, I love you.”

The rapid tattoo of her heart made it seem as though the organ tried to beat a response in Morse code. “It’s crazy, I know. But I love you too.”

Epilogue

Six months later

Sloan fussed with Lynn’s vintage lace and pearl veil. They waited for the string quartet to begin playing the processional music from their spot at the top of the beach behind Sebastian’s family home on the Amalfi Coast. Sloan couldn’t image a more beautiful place to get married.

“Thank you for sharing this day with me.” She stared at the bright blue sky to keep tears from ruining her makeup.

“If you say that one more time, I’m going to beat you with my bouquet.” Lynn propped one hand on her hip, a knockout in her beaded, white-satin mermaid gown. “I couldn’t imagine getting hitched without you and Mark here. You two are such an important part of our lives. Of us.”

The bride gulped then sniffled.

“Oh damn, don’t do that.” Sloan hugged Lynn. “I’m sorry. I guess I can’t believe how lucky I am to have friends like you and Bastian along with the man of my dreams. Sometimes it doesn’t seem real, you know?”

“I have to say, I never expected to fly to Italy for a
double
wedding!” Rachel grinned as she came to the rescue with a box of tissues.

“Me either, but I have to say, I’m so happy for you both.” Darci daubed some replacement eye shadow on Sloan then fixed the shell necklace draped over her bodice. “You deserve those two smoking-hot men waiting at the edge of the surf for you.”

“Now quit this girly weeping shit.” Larissa slapped Sloan on the ass. “We have two Cougars to give away. Your studs are waiting for a thumbs-up to start the ceremony.”

“I still can’t believe they all came.” Sloan shook her head, wisps of hair dusting her face as she looked out over the crowd. Monica, Edie, Elle, Autumn, Stevie, Cam, Lori, Grace and the rest all looked unbelievably chic. Their young lovers gave the local Italian stallions a run for their money.

It had to be the sexiest collection of guests in attendance at a wedding ever.

Before the heaped blessings could inspire another ridiculous tear, strains of classical music drifted to Sloan’s ears. A soft wind blew the sheer fabric draping the archway they’d placed on the beach and flower petals fluttered in the sand.

Lynn clasped Sloan’s fingers in her trembling grip. Together they marched between the rows of white-painted chairs containing their friends and relatives. Love surrounded them but Sloan couldn’t look anywhere but at Mark. He stood shoulder to shoulder with Sebastian.

The men grinned at each other then focused on the women they’d sworn their souls to. Two couples. Four friends. A mix of adventurous lovers bonded for life and beyond. Nothing could have felt more right.

Sloan couldn’t wait to see what decadent surprises the two troublemakers had concocted for their honeymoons.

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