Summer Wine: Taste of Seduction, Book 1 (9 page)

She bit her lip to stop a cry of pleasure exploding out of her.

He yanked a pillow from the head of the bed and shoved it beneath her, moving his arm and angling her hips up to meet his. “I am so fucking ready.”

Angus was going to fuck Blake while Blake fucked her. He was going to take Blake’s ass while Blake’s cock was inside her. Lily started to perspire. Nothing on God’s earth had ever, ever turned her on more. She grabbed Blake’s shoulders, pulled up her upper body and looked over his left shoulder.

She had neither the strength nor energy to hold herself like this very long, but God help her, she was going to watch Angus slide himself home. Going to watch him take Blake for the first time.

Angus had his hand around his cock, was stroking it, sliding his palm up and down. He smiled at Lily as he did, showing her the lube. Getting himself ready.

And then Angus lost his smile, broke eye contact. His gaze was focused now, intent, and it was not on her. He leaned in, placed the tip of his dick…where? Where?

Lily couldn’t see. She pulled herself higher, using Blake’s shoulders to prop herself up.

Between his ass cheeks.
Angus slid his dick between Blake’s ass cheeks. Then he stopped. And Blake moaned.

Angus cupped one cheek in his hand, rubbed it and opened Blake up wide. His breath came in erotic pants. So did Blake’s.

Angus thrust once, hard, yet controlled, and Blake cried out. His cock jerked inside Lily.

Perspiration trickled down her back.

Angus thrust again, another short, controlled pump of his hips, and Blake panted above her, swearing.

“Fuck, oh, fuck.” His muscles were rigid beneath Lily’s hands.

Angus froze, his jaw clenched, his eyes squeezed shut. Rigidly controlled like that, he looked…magnificent. “Fuck, yeah, or fuck, no?”

“Fuck, yeah!”

Angus drove in again, and Blake groaned long and low. Lily felt every thrust deep, deep inside. And then Angus withdrew, slowly, and Blake relaxed inside her. For all of a second, before Angus bore down on Blake once more.

And again, Lily felt it deep inside.

Her back burned, her arms too, and she was forced to drop back down to the bed, giving up her ringside seat. At least from this angle she could see Blake’s face. Angus’s too. And what she saw in both of them made her want to crow with joy.

Blake stared down at her, his eyes full of wonder—and just the slightest bit glazed with pleasure. Angus’s face had lost its rigid control, his jaw had relaxed and his eyes were closed. He looked every bit as magnificent as before, and every bit as aroused and pleasure-struck as Blake.

And then Angus began to fuck Blake in earnest, and Lily could no longer keep her eyes open, because as Angus fucked Blake, Blake fucked her. Blake’s cock plunged deep inside her every time Angus rocked, and slid out when Angus pulled back.

Now she understood. Now she got it. Angus may have his cock buried in Blake, but in reality he was fucking them both. He was the one pulling the strings, directing their orchestra of ecstasy.

The pleasure was blinding, all-consuming. Never had Lily imagined sex could be like this. Thrilling, satisfying, fulfilling. And exciting. So incredibly exciting. Never had she imagined three people could move in such exquisite harmony. Nor had she imagined two men could arouse such intense emotion inside her.

Her heart was bursting, her world was right. Happiness descended along with the pleasure, encapsulating her in a warm bubble of pure joy.

This is where she was always meant to be. Right here with the man she loved and the man who’d changed her world in a few short weeks and then turned it upside down in a few short hours.

She had no doubt she was falling in love with him too. No doubt her equation had been spot-on. With Angus and Blake and her together, they each had their full one hundred percent.

“Jesus,” Angus gasped. “Never felt anything like it.”

“So fucking good,” Blake whispered. “Better than good.”

Lily couldn’t respond. She had neither the breath nor the ability. For far too long she’d tried to ward off her approaching orgasm. Tried to pretend she wasn’t on the verge of exploding. She couldn’t do it anymore. Didn’t want to. Not with Blake moving inside her. And Angus moving inside Blake.

Lily simply gave herself up to the pleasure. Instead of fighting it, she welcomed the heady spin into paradise, welcomed every exhilarating thrust of Blake and Angus’s hips, luxuriated in the scent of sex filling the air and the pulses in her pussy that she couldn’t contain anymore.

She groaned beneath Blake, twisted her hips just the tiniest bit—and found what she sought. At this angle, every time Angus drove into Blake, the base of Blake’s cock hit her clit just so. It took three thrusts, maybe four, tops, Lily didn’t count. Didn’t try.

She just embraced the sensation, gave her body up to the rapture and welcomed the orgasm when it hit.

And boy did it hit, with the force of a hurricane, sweeping over her with unbridled power. She came hard, her heart pounding, her head spinning and her body filled with untold pleasure. Pleasure that went on and on and on, her pussy clenching around Blake’s invading cock, her cries echoing off the walls.

Only they weren’t just her cries. Not anymore. Blake gave a hoarse shout, called her name, yelled something unintelligible at Angus, and then he was coming too, pulsing inside her, his cock throbbing in time with her own convulsions.

Someone’s hand found hers, held tight, and then Angus groaned and Blake shuddered all over again, his low moan vibrating over her, touching every nerve ending, making her more sensitive than ever.

Her orgasm ended, but her pussy still convulsed, reacting to Blake’s quivering—and Angus’s. And then Blake collapsed on top of her, squashing her against the sheets, and Angus collapsed beside her, heaving and gasping, and Lily closed her eyes and let her body float off with the last splendid notes of ecstasy.

Chapter Five

Angus stepped from the shower, a sense of foreboding weighing heavily on his shoulders.

He’d just had the best sex of his life. The best fucking high of his life. But it wasn’t real. Wasn’t permanent. It was a day. That was it.

He didn’t belong here. Not in the Hunter. Not in the multimillion-dollar hotel, and certainly not with the man and woman so obviously in love with each other. This wasn’t his world. It was theirs. They fitted in as seamlessly and effortlessly as the vines that grew outside.

He dried himself, wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out the bathroom. The scene that greeted him only confirmed what he already knew.

Lily lay in bed, laughing, while Blake lay on his side next to her, feeding her grapes.

Nope, not grapes. Maltesers.

She ate greedily as Blake teased her about her shocking eating habits, yet ironically seemed more than content to feed the very habit about which he complained.

Oh, yeah. They belonged together. Looked right together. They should have been lovers for years already. Anyone could see they were meant to be. The perfect couple.

He found his jeans and boxers and pulled them on. It was time to go. Time to get his ass out of here. Leave the two friends alone to discover each other in a whole new way.

Angus suppressed a sigh. Yeah, he might have had mind-blowing sex, but he’d never felt more alone. His fantasies about Lily should just have stayed in his head. He should never have acted on them. Or on his instant, powerful attraction to Blake, for that matter.

Damn it, where the hell was his shirt? And his shoes? He spotted one runner near the door and would have retrieved it had Lily’s surprised voice not stopped him short.

“You’re getting dressed?”

Angus turned to her. She was still beautifully naked and had shifted from lying to sitting. The sheet covered her to the waist, leaving those pert, beautiful breasts open to his scrutiny.

She stared at him, confused. “A-are you going somewhere?”

Blake sat up too, his attention on Angus, his chest just as bare as Lily’s.

Angus’s dick twitched. Jesus. One would think that after what had just gone down between the three of them, he wouldn’t be ready for action for a week, at least. A month, even. “Yeah. I thought I’d head off now.”

“Head off where?” Blake looked as puzzled as Lily.

“Back to Sydney.”

“Why?” Blake asked, as Lily simultaneously said, “Why would you want to?”

“It’s time, you know. Gotta get home.”

“No, you don’t.” Lily frowned. “You said you’d spend the weekend in the Hunter.”

“Look, this…” Angus waved his hand between them and him, “…us…it was good. It was fun and all, but now it’s over, and I need to get going.”

“Over?” Lily sounded shocked.

“You’re wrong, mate. This…” Blake waved his hand like Angus had, “…us
…
is far from over. It’s only just begun.”

Ah, shit. He didn’t want to get into this. Didn’t want to explain the obvious. But what choice did he have? “Look, Blake. You’re a good guy.” Really good, better than Angus had ever expected. “I like you. I like the duchess too. But the two of you? You love each other. You know?”

“Yeah, I know.” Blake placed his arm around Lily, drew her in close and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “So?”

Lily melted into his side, but her gaze didn’t leave Angus.

“So you need to be together. Just the two of you.”

“We do,” Blake agreed. “And we will be. A lot. Just like you and Lil will need to be together, just the two of you too. And you and me. It’ll happen, in good time. Right now though, we need to be together, all three of us.”

Angus shook his head. “There can’t be an ‘all three of us’, mate. It’s just not practical.”

“Who cares if it’s practical? Buying a hotel in the Hunter isn’t practical, but I did, and it’s working just fine.”

“You own a hotel in the Hunter. That’s what makes this impractical.”

Lily swore. “It’s that whole social-standing thing you keep harping on about, isn’t it?”

Angus just looked at her.

“You really think it’s an issue, the fact that I grew up with money and Blake earned a shitload of it. You honestly believe it makes you different from us? Not as…worthy?” She stared at him, incredulous. “That, Angus Lowe, is a heap of bullshit if ever I have heard a heap of bullshit. And I’m a lecturer. I’ve heard more than my fair share of bullshit.”

Hell, he couldn’t deal with this. The woman was way too astute for his peace of mind.

“Look, I have to go.”

Lily snorted triumphantly. “You can’t.”

He raised a brow.

“You don’t have a car.”

“She has a point,” Blake agreed. “I don’t either. Which means, short of stealing Lil’s, you can’t go anywhere.”

Angus looked down at his legs. They worked just fine.

“Closest neighbor’s a fifteen-minute drive from here,” Blake said. “And my winery’s closed for the day, which means there’s no one here to catch a ride with. Looks like you’re stuck here.” He grinned and shifted himself and Lily over, making space on the bed. “Might as well lose the clothes and join us. No point you being dressed when we’re not.”

“Blake—” Angus began.

“Don’t feed me the Blake shit. If it makes you feel better, I was dirt poor before we sold the program. My folks had about a dollar to their name, and the only way I got to go to uni was with three bursaries and two after-hour jobs. I worked like a dog to earn the money I needed to study. So I’ve been there, done that and got the T-shirt. It’s irrelevant to you and me and Lil, and like Lil said, it’s a bullshit excuse.”

Angus blinked. Blake was more like himself than he’d realized.

“Angus.” Lily extricated herself from Blake’s embrace and walked over to him. Naked. “If you’re honest, you’ll acknowledge this preconceived notion you have about Blake and me and our social differences is garbage. The whole duchess thing is garbage too—even though I love that you’ve given me a nickname, and I feel sexy as hell when you use it. We’re just us. Just three people getting to know each other. Or getting to know each other all over again.”

She placed her palm on her chest, and as much as Angus thought walking away would be a wise move, he couldn’t get his feet to act.

“I want this, Angus. Want what the three of us just started. Very much. Will it work?” She shrugged, her breasts rose and fell and wobbled just the slightest bit. “I don’t know. But I’d like to find out. And if you walk away now, we’ll never know.”

Jesus, he wanted that too. Wanted to know if they could work. But… “If I walk away now, you and Blake get the chance to see if you’ll work. The two of you. You love him, Duchess. You always have.”

“And if you hadn’t entered the picture, I’d still be loving him from afar. Nothing would have changed.”

“I want it too.” Blake joined them in the middle of the room. He had a couple pieces of paper in his hand. “Want to give it a try. Give this…us…a try. Besides…” he held up the papers, shaking them triumphantly, “…when I went to find some chocolate for Lil, I saw these lying on the reception counter.”