Page 27 of The Reluctant Siren (Texas Sirens: Legacy #2)

Jensen felt like the breath was knocked out of him. He was trying so fucking hard not to get emotional, but it was almost impossible. He shoved it all deep. He needed this night. Needed the memory of her to fuel him for the rest of his lonely life.

The idea of being in that club with her, of walking in every weekend and kissing her at the locker room door before he and Niall went into the men’s and joked and laughed with their friends. They would get ready together and then play all night and stop for waffles on the way home with her sister and cousin and Ruby and sleep with her between them. Their days would roll on like that, each bonding them closer and closer until they couldn’t imagine a life without the other two in it.

They would plan a life together in those quiet moments.

He would not be there.

But he was here now, and he had to build as many memories as he could.

Starting with the way she tasted. He brought his fingers to his lips as Niall instructed her to get on her hands and knees, but only after she’d given him her underwear.

She tasted so good. Tangy and somehow sweet. He sucked the evidence of her arousal off his fingers while he watched her hand her panties to Niall. His cock was about as hard as it could be. He needed a release or he would lose it the minute he got inside her.

“I’m sorry, Sir,”

she said in her sweetest voice. He loved that she could be both sweet and a righteous bitch when she needed to be. She could put them both on their asses if they required it.

It was one of the reasons he loved her so deeply. She was a woman who could be counted on. She would let herself be submissive here, but she could stand strong when required to. She could be a rock they all clung to.

Niall could. Niall would hold on to her when he needed her to be strong.

“Sure. You’re so sorry,”

Niall teased and then his gaze hardened.

“Hands and knees. You should know this drill. I want you to take care of Master J while I teach you a lesson about stealing orgasms.”

“Evil man,”

she said but with a smirk. It was a game, and they were all aware. They knew she would get the orgasms she needed, but it was fun to play.

“Master Jensen. Not J. Not for her.”

Master J was his undercover name, the one that he could remember to react to, but he could also put some distance between. He needed that distance so badly in the field, but he didn’t want an inch of it here. Here he wanted her as close as possible. Physically. Emotionally.

She went on her toes in front of him, the sweetest look in her eyes.

“Of course, Master Jensen.”

She put a hand on his cheek.

“I think your partner is going to ask me to suck your cock, Sir. Is that what you want?”

She never needed to be concerned with consent when it came to this. He would give her blanket consent to put those sexy lips around his dick whenever she wanted.

Except he wouldn’t be around. He would be miles and miles away.

He brushed his lips over hers, hoping she could taste herself there.

“You suck me, baby. Suck me hard. I want to come inside your mouth. I think I’m going to need it because I want to last when we’re all together. I think it’s going to feel like fucking heaven, and I don’t want it over too soon.”

He wanted it to never end.

She gave him a wink and gracefully sank to her knees. Her hands came up and unbuttoned his fly and then soft skin was touching his cock, releasing him from the confinement of his clothes.

“Play with him for a minute. I’m going to grab a few things I need to get you ready,”

Niall announced.

She stroked him, sending blood straight to his dick. It felt so fucking good. Every pass of her hand had a wave of lust thrumming through his system.

“I love how hard you get for me,”

she whispered, her palm squeezing around his cock. Up and back. And all around.

Only for her. He was worried he would only ever get hard for her again.

“All I have to do is think of you and I’m hard, baby.”

Her hand moved over him from the base to his cockhead, where he was already seeping fluid. Her thumb ran over it.

He wanted this.

“Lick me. Taste it. It’s for you.”

Her tongue came out as she leaned forward, and he hissed at the glorious sensation of her swiping across the head of his cock.

His jaw clenched so he didn’t shout out.

“Hey, I need access, if you know what I mean,”

Niall said.

Jensen had an idea. He stepped back and quickly got out of his jeans and boxers, tossing them aside. He held a hand out to Harlow, a vision of what he was about to do to her banging around inside his brain. He got on the bed, his head toward the foot so Niall would have room to work.

“Come on, baby. You’re going to sit on my face while you suck my cock and Niall plays with your ass.”

He wasn’t sure it would work, but he was going with it. If the logistics got too tough, they would call an audible and change things up. It didn’t matter. Nothing was awkward with these two. They would laugh and change the position and keep right on fucking.

Because they weren’t auditioning. They were together, and that made the weirdest things seem normal and loving.

He hoped they were still playing like lovable perverts when he was gone. He wanted all the best the world could offer them. A beautiful life together.

He had the most delicious view of Harlow’s ass as she straddled him. She eased down, and he could smell her arousal, see that juicy, waiting pussy. It was a needy, glorious thing, and he welcomed it.

The minute she was close enough, he feasted. He licked and stroked and thrust inside with his tongue. Her taste poured over him like honey and wine, and he was completely drunk off it. He pulled her hips, forcing her further down so he could fuck her with his tongue.

He felt her gasp and squirm, and then she seemed to decide this was some sort of challenge because she swallowed his damn cock whole.

He almost came right then and there, but he wasn’t one to miss out on a challenge. He forced himself to concentrate on her and not what she was doing to him. He tried not to think about how good it felt to be buried inside her mouth, her tongue running along his most sensitive flesh.

Over and over she ran her tongue down the length of his dick and back up again. She hummed along him, making his spine quiver.

He ate her pussy like a starving man. He felt the moment Niall moved behind them. Heard him opening the lube, the shadow of his body falling over him. She quivered and he felt her gasp around his cock. He held her hips, holding her still for his partner.

“Is she fighting you?”

He grumbled the words over her flesh before spearing his tongue inside again, laving her with his affection.

“Her little asshole might try to keep me out, but she won’t win. I’m getting in,”

Niall said, his voice guttural.

“I won’t let her keep me out. This sweet ass belongs to us.”

For tonight. In the morning she would be all Niall’s.

A low groan went through her, and he could practically see the plug. They had been playing with her ass for days, prepping her for this moment. He loved how she always squeezed tight before letting out a long breath and accepting the plug that stood in place of their cocks. Her back would flatten out and she would make the sweetest moan.

“Let me in, princess,”

Niall ordered.

“Relax and let me in.”

He felt her breathe out, and her muscles relaxed.

“That’s it. That’s what I want.”

Niall sounded pleased.

Because she was letting him in. Because she was opening her beautiful body to them both.

She settled back in as Niall’s plug play gently moved her body back and forth. He let the motion lead him as he found her clit and started to work it.

Her tongue whirled around his cockhead, drawing out more and more arousal. He could feel her milking his dick, and it was everything he had to not fill up her mouth then and there.

“Tell me how it feels to have me fuck your ass like this,”

Niall ordered.

Bossy dude. It seemed to work for Harlow when it came to sex. She loved to be ordered around when they were playing.

Neither one of them would do it in the real world, though. Their baby was a badass, and didn’t take shit from anyone.

Except him. She’d taken his crap and forgiven him for it.

“It feels full, Sir. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out between Jensen’s mouth and your plug. It feels so good,”

she said, her tone deep and low.

“It feels like I’m caught between you, and there’s nothing I can do except give in.”

“That’s what I want. Give in, Harlow. Give in to me. Give in to us,”

Niall coaxed.

“Let us take care of you. Let us show you how good it can be to have both your men. Tell me that’s what you want.”

Jensen didn’t need to hear the words. He could taste how fucking much she wanted this. She was so wet, desperate. She was likely close to the precipice. All it would take was one more lick, one more stroke over that bud of hers.

“I want it. I want it so bad,”

she said around his cock.

“Make him come and I’ll give you what you want.”

Niall threw down the gauntlet.

She didn’t hesitate for a second. She sucked him hard, taking him deep inside her mouth until he could feel the soft, warm place at the back of her throat.

It was too much. He couldn’t handle it. He let his head fall back and the pleasure wash over him as he filled her mouth. He was so connected to her in that moment that the world and the future and everything else fell away.

“That’s good, princess. Exactly. Now I’m going to help you up and we’re going to get into a better position. Why don’t you play with me for a minute while our partner recovers?”

Niall offered.

“It won’t take him long if he’s watching you suck my cock.”

Jensen watched as that sweet pussy was lifted off him. He felt drugged with the pleasure, the connection of being with them. The intimacy was something he would never have again. Not without them.

He breathed in the moment, savoring it and getting ready for more. When he opened his eyes, Niall was kissing her, their tongues mingling over and over. One hand was on her breast and the other on the cheek of her ass, holding her close.

Yeah, it was sad that he only recently discovered what a voyeur he was. Of course, like most good things in his life, it was only for them. He only wanted to watch them, but damn they were hot together. He forced himself up as Niall sat back on the bed, offering up his cock. Harlow leaned over, giving him a view of her ass and the plug peaking from between her cheeks.

It was not going to take long for his cock to come to life.

But he worried what his heart would do in the morning.