Moonlight Menage by Stephanie Julian Page A

chair arm and let her fingers play over her stomach.
    Each of Duke’s inward thrusts pushed her closer to that climax but when she touched herself, her body responded as if it were Nic touching her.
    She stroked down her stomach until her fingers touched the hair on her mound, trimmed short because that’s the way she liked it. An inch or so lower and she found her clit.
    Her breath left her lungs in a rush as she tweaked the little bundle of nerves and a short, sharp twinge of pleasure flowed through her like a jolt of electricity. If she did it again, she knew she’d come.
    Instead, she let her fingers go even lower until she could brush her nails against Duke’s cock as he fucked her.
    “Gods damn, Tira.” Duke’s voice sounded low, rough and out of control. “Do it again. Now damn it.”
    She did, scraping her nails along his cock as he pulled out of her then fondling his balls when he thrust back in.
    “Oh, fuck.” Duke’s fingers bit even further into her hips and Nic’s groan made her gaze drop to his cock.
    His hand worked the shaft with a steadily increasing motion, the head appearing and disappearing in his fist. Her own fingers rubbed her clit, her body tightening.
    Duke’s cock twitched inside her, triggering her orgasm as Nic’s low shout cut through the room, his own cock releasing his seed onto his stomach in thick ribbons.
    As Duke groaned behind her, he pulled her down one last time as he came, pumping his warm fluid into her.
    Filling her with heat.
    Nic’s eyes closed as he sank back into the couch. Duke did the same behind her, wrapping his arms around her and keeping her locked to him.
    Tira let Duke’s heat cradle her as she stared out the window into the dark.
    * * * * *
    Two hours later, Tira slipped out of the house, holding her breath as she closed the front door behind her and hurried to Duke’s Jeep, clutching his keys in her hands.
    She couldn’t believe neither of them had woken but Nic was still injured and Duke was probably exhausted and both men had…
    Worn themselves out.
    Her thighs clenched with remembered desire and she went wet at the images running through her head.
    Watching Nic watch Duke make love to her. Feeling Duke’s hands on her body as she watched Nic stroke himself to climax.
    She’d come so hard she thought she might pass out. It’d been amazing.
    And heartbreaking.
    She’d wanted so badly to touch Nic, to feel his hands on her body in addition to Duke’s.
    But she couldn’t.
    And Nic hadn’t seemed to mind.
    He’d sprawled on the couch afterward with a smile on his face before his eyes had drifted shut. She swore it only took him seconds to fall asleep.
    Duke had kept her wrapped in his arms, her back to his front, until he, too, had fallen into a deep sleep on the chair.
    She hadn’t been able to find that same oblivion. As Duke’s arms finally loosened, she got up, dressed and, without really knowing what she was doing, grabbed Duke’s keys off the table and snuck out the front door.
    Where should she go?
    Home? Where it was safe?
    She remembered her talk with Margie. Hell, she couldn’t go home.
    Then she realized the only home she wanted she’d left back with Duke and Nic.
    Tears threatened to spill but she blinked them away as she started the Jeep, put it in gear and headed down the lane. She wasn’t a child. She was a grown woman. Time she started acting like one.
    With a check in the rearview to make sure the guys hadn’t run out after her, she set off down the lane.
    If Nica was home, she’d go talk to her. But Nica was off enjoying her two men. Lucky girl.
    Her hands tightened around the steering wheel, her knuckles cracking with the pressure.
    Pain slashed through her chest like a dull blade and she took a deep breath to try to dissipate it.
    By the time she reached the closest rural highway, her foot was pretty well plastered to the floor and Duke’s favorite metal blared from the speakers. Slipknot suited her mood perfectly.