Page 84 of Kill for a Kiss

I don’t say a word. I can’t, when Sterling’s jaw flexes against my cheek. His grip changes, much more firmly now. After a heartbeat, I pick up on Stan’s rough voice. “Don’t you two fucking stop now.”

Sterling stills again. I shiver at the way the three of us breathe in this same thick, heated air. It feels as if we’ve all crossed a line that we can’t retreat from.

The blindfold makes everything else louder. I can hear Sterling’s heartbeat, my own breathing, and the subtle creak of the floor as Stan prowls closer. Sterling doesn’t move. His touch remains on me, protective and possessive. Then Stan speaks again, so deep. “Goddamn, Elle…”

My skin prickles with heat. My name on his lips, said like that, shouldn’t feel like this. I shouldn’t want to know what he sees, what he’s thinking, but I do.

The hem of Sterling’s flannel on me is bunched on top of my heaving breasts. My legs spread to reveal the cotton fabric between my thighs. My hair must be a mess. My face flushed. Eyes covered by silk, surrendering my vision to the dark.

But now Stan’s here, seeing it all, feeling it all. The air shifts with his presence, and I shift with it. My hips move, my thighs respond, and a soft, helpless sound escapes me.

Sterling’s whole body pulses against mine. His hand slides up the back of my neck. “You want this?” he whispers to me, sounding like it’s been torn from somewhere deeper than desire.

“Yes.” I breathe out shakily, hardly able to contain myself. “I wantyou.”

A growl rumbles from his chest. He brushes his thumb against my bottom lip, guiding my face toward his, and I follow without hesitation. I’d follow him anywhere.

“Then let him watch.” Sterling’s words fall like a match onto drykindling, feeding a hungry fire.

My breath stutters. Heat pools in the junction of my thighs. The ache Sterling’s been building in me ignites into a full, greedy burn. He shifts us with that same quiet control, guiding me beneath him. The couch warms my back. His body settles over mine. His mouth finds my jaw, my neck.

But I feel Stan’s eyes on me. I don’t need to see him with the way I feel him, watching, waiting. So I arch. I offer. Sterling growls again, sounding more aggressive. “Good girl,” he whispers roughly, and it ruins me all over again. I can feel myself drip with wetness, my thighs rubbing for friction. For more. For him.

Sterling’s fingers card through my hair, tilting my head, and his mouth crashes into mine in a kiss that’s no longer gentle. It’s a promise to devour. His body grinds against mine. I gasp. His hardness presses into my middle. I cling to him, caught in the heat of his body, the command in his hands.

“Watch,” Sterling says, his sharp voice carrying away from me, aimed toward Stan. “Since you’re so eager.”

There’s a silent pause for a heavy second, then a low, bitten-off curse from Stan. It shoots straight through me. I want Sterling’s control. His calm dominance. His total claim. I want Stan to watch. To hear his breathy reactions. I like the tension of it all. Their dangerous desire.

Sterling’s hand drifts lower, caressing the curve of my hip, the inside of my thigh,almosttouching where I need him most. I suck in a stuttered breath. My hips lift, pleading. But he holds me still.

The blindfold stays on, yet I feelseen. I feeldesired. By Sterling. I belong tohim.

“Sterling…” My voice is broken, begging. “Please…”

His mouth brushes mine in answer. I don’t hear Stan move. But I feel him. The fire crackles. My breath’s caught on a heartbeat whenI feel the heat of Stan hovering nearby. His voice is low but playful. “You’re not doing it right, Silver.”

Sterling stills, his breath hot at my neck. He doesn’t say anything. Neither do I.

“Elle,” Stan says, drawing out my name like a dare, “deserves better than this angle. Put her on your lap.”

My breath catches, the blindfold suddenly feeling heavier. Sterling doesn’t respond right away, but I feel the tension in him spike. His restraint bristles, his pride probably more so. But then his hands move me.

He does what Stan says. I gasp softly as he guides me up, careful as always, until I’m straddling his lap, facing him. His fingers settle against my waist, and his breath brushes my lips.

But Stan’s not done. “Nice try, but no way,” he says, his voice closer now, cockier. “I want her facing me.”

Sterling doesn’t speak. But I feel his hands tighten.

Stan makes a sound, amused. “C’mon. Make her face me.”

A long silence follows. I canfeelthe war inside Sterling. Desires and emotions warring from the way he’s holding me, from simply breathing as unevenly as he is.

But then he nods against my hair. He follows the instruction, even when it comes from Stan. I’m too far gone to question it. Too gone to ask why this all thrills me. Their voices close in around me, one rough and teasing, the other deep and barely restrained. My skin is flushed all over. My pulse is dizzy in my throat.

Sterling eases me into place. His chest warm against my back. His breath at my ear. My knees almost give out when I feel his hardness at this angle.

I can feel the warmth from the hearth, from Stan’s hands across my bare breasts, the flannel now around my neck, exposing me almost completely.