Page 17 of The Reluctant Siren (Texas Sirens: Legacy #2)

Niall had not expected that level of assistance from his best friend, but he was going with it. He could still taste her on his tongue, still hear all those sweet sounds she’d made as he licked and sucked that sweet pussy of hers. His cock was desperate, but he wasn’t about to simply fall on her. He wanted to make this last, and he had something to prove.

Jensen was still in his jeans as he dragged Harlow against him. He sat with his back against the headboard and pulled her close, holding her wrists in his hands and hooking her ankles with his, making her a treat laid out for him.

The picture of the two of them together did something for him. He worried at first that he would have to get used to this, to having another guy in bed with him, but this felt oddly natural. Like they were two pieces that fit together to give her a whole man.

Maybe that’s what they had always been.

They looked so gorgeous. Harlow and Jensen looked absolutely perfect together, and he couldn’t miss the way his always shut down best friend was kissing the curve of her ears, whispering to her. Telling her how stunning she was, how much he was looking forward to getting inside her.

Harlow’s eyes were closed but she was so much more relaxed than he’d seen her since the moment Jensen arrived.

This was what they needed. What they all needed. It had been the roughest of days and they lost a lot, but they might have found something new, something that could work for all of them.

He had to convince them, and he would start by giving that woman her second much-needed orgasm of the night. He ditched his jeans and reached for the kit Jensen retrieved. He’d kind of meant to tie her up, but they’d gotten a little out of control. She’d pushed him and he’d called her on it and responded exactly how he hoped she would—with grace and the love she held in her heart.

“How long has it been for you, baby?”

Jensen asked.

Niall came back with the condom in time to see her flush.

“It’s none of your business.”

Jensen needed to stop talking.

Niall dropped the condom on the bed because it was obvious she was going to need more foreplay. Well, he hadn’t even sucked on her nipples yet.

“I haven’t slept with anyone. Not even Niall, and apparently that’s a real possibility now,”

Jensen murmured.

“Twist her nipples. She likes a hard twist.”

“I do not.”

She sounded flustered.

“And this is not going to…”

Niall placed himself between her legs and took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gave that pretty bud a hard twist.

Harlow gasped, and her eyes went soft and wide.

Oh, she so liked it. He leaned over and licked the abused button and gently sucked on it, feeling Harlow’s breath hitch.

“I bought clamps. I’ve spent months buying clamps and ties and toys just for you.”

He gave the other nipple a nice twist, too.

“Every class I’ve taken has been for you.”

“I thought it was all for Jensen,”

she snarked.

He nipped her, eliciting a soft scream. That was when he realized Jensen had done the same thing to her earlobe.

“Stop with the sarcasm, Harlow, or you’ll be over my lap again and you won’t get a cock until you apologize prettily and maybe cry. You know you’re gorgeous when you cry,”

Jensen said.

“I know you like to make me cry,”

she practically snarled back.

This time he reached down and gently pinched her clit.

She nearly came off the bed.

“There is a time and a place for your reasonable anger with us, princess. This is not it,”

Niall said. He hated the words about to come out of his mouth, but he had to give her the choice. His cock protested his sense of fairness.

“Do you want to talk now? I’ve waited this long. I can handle a therapy session.”

“I don’t need a fucking therapy session,”

she shot back, and then her gaze softened.

“This is all I can give you.”

“Then be a proper sub when we’re playing,”

Jensen offered.

“If this is all the time we get, then give us something to think about for the rest of our miserable lives. Be the sub I know you can be. Do you know why you crying melts me every time? Why I’ll spank that pretty ass of yours whenever you let me? I’ll do it because when you cry in front of me, I feel like I mean something to the world. I feel like I’m not a fucking gun that’s pointed and waiting to go off. It’s the same reason I’ve been friends with Niall for most of my life. Because he didn’t look at me like I was muscle without a brain or a soul. He gave a damn about me, and when you cried I could pretend you did, too. Earlier, that is. I know you cared about me before. I fucked that up and I accept whatever you decide to do, but if this is all we ever get from the only woman I’ll ever love, then I want these days. I want to pretend to be your Dom. And if you maybe want to get rid of Ni…”

She growled.

“And I want to share you with my best friend,”

Jensen amended.

At least one good thing was coming out of this.

“It doesn’t mean anything,”

she replied but in a much gentler tone.

“I can play a part because maybe I need to know, too, but it won’t change the outcome. I won’t ever be able to trust you again.”

He was going to gamble. Gamble that Jensen could be swayed with seeing how good it could be to share her. Gamble that her heart could soften over time. Gamble that they didn’t kill each other while they were stuck in this house.

He might lose half his soul because he got the feeling if she walked away, it would also be the end to the most important friendship of his life.

“I’ll take that chance.”

He pulled his body up so he could feel the heat of her pussy on his cock.

“Harlow, I want ground rules. I don’t want to ask permission for every touch.”

“I have a safe word,”

she replied softly.

“I know how to use it. If you’re talking about kissing me now, do it. I’m so angry with the both of you that I can’t stand it. I’m angry at the world, so mad at myself. Give me something to not be angry about. One thing in this whole wretched day. You and him. I want you both, and then I want to sleep here and we’ll pretend like I’m not going to walk away at the end of this.”

He could do that since he happened to know that sometimes pretending was a good way to make something real. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her gently before she opened her lips and let him inside. Their tongues slid alongside each other, mingling and mating, while his cock throbbed and he took in every sensation of being against her body. The way her breasts felt against his chest. How he nestled between her legs. How he could feel Jensen’s hands moving on her, stroking her like he was a part of what was happening. Because he was. It was the most intimate moment of Niall’s whole fucking life, and he wanted more.

He wanted to fuck their girl and then watch Jensen do the same and then sleep with her in between them. He wanted to wake up with them and plan days with them.

But first he had to show them this could work.

He let the thought go because he wanted to live in this moment. To be present as he connected their bodies. He managed to roll the condom on, his eyes on her breasts and the way Jensen was still holding her wrists. His best friend’s nose nuzzled her neck and he licked her there, biting down gently and sending tremors through her body.

Then he didn’t care because he lined his cock up and started to work his way in. So fucking tight and hot and wet for him. She was ready. Despite the anger, she wanted them. And he had to believe this wasn’t merely sex. He had to. He pressed in until she’d taken all of him.

She took a long breath and then her hips rolled. Though she couldn’t move much since Jensen was holding her down. It seemed to do something for her because her eyes lit and she pressed her pelvis against him, forcing his cock slightly deeper.

“That’s what I want.”

Then he would give it to her. He pulled out and thrust back in, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head from the pleasure of it. His body felt electrified as he began to fuck her. He stared down, watching as her eyes went wide and she dragged in breath. He put a hand around her neck—the way he’d seen Jensen do it. Gentle, with little pressure but enough to remind her he was in charge.

She flushed and then writhed beneath him, her pussy clamping down and sending him over the edge. He lost some of his control, his hips thrusting with wild abandon as they both came.

He loosened his hold and laid himself down on her, kissing her neck and feeling better than he had in months. It was all out in the open and she had still let him in.

For now.

“Feeling better, princess?”

He kissed her lazily as he asked the question.

“Yes, but I think we have another problem. There is a huge cock pressing into my backside, and I’m pretty sure if he doesn’t get relief soon, he might die.”

“My dick might fight its way out of these pants, and then I’m screwed because I don’t have my gym bag like Niall does,”

Jensen complained.

“Baby, come on. I need you. I can’t stand another second. Niall, get me a condom.”

He already had one. He thought ahead. This was the con. The sex was the pro, but having to get his ass up to help his friend have sex was the definite con. They needed to do this thing together so they could all cuddle and go to sleep after. Still, he hauled his ass up and then dragged her with him.

Jensen shoved his boxers down and wrapped the condom around that big dick of his.

“Ride him, baby.”

Niall guided her to straddle Jensen and watched as she took him inside.

Niall sat back and enjoyed the show.