Destiny Calls by Samantha Wayland (100 best novels of all time TXT) 📗

might blow off, she ripped her lips away from Patrick"s and turned, fisting two hands in Brandon"s blond curls and laying an equally fervent kiss on him.

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Their lips and tongues met and danced. Gone was Brandon"s usual finesse, lost to his attempts to devour her. It was what she needed. What she wanted him to do.

Her ass chased back against Patrick, whose mouth was coasting down her neck, whose nimble fingers were already unbuttoning her suit jacket and peeling it from her shoulders.

They moved toward the door as one. She couldn"t bear the thought of their warm, hard bodies not being pressed to hers, even for the length of time it took to get to a bed.

If they made it that far.

Relentless in their quest for the bedroom, never relinquishing their hold on one another for more than a second, they stumbled, tripped, crawled and staggered their way up the stairs, leaving what remained of their clothing in their wake.

At some point, their gasping breaths between kisses became laughs. Her anxiety forgotten, joy washed over her like a warm tide, pulling her along in their arms. The world outside was complicated, but this—this was simple. Perfect.

With a last reeling lurch, they barreled through the bedroom door, their legs tangling as they threw themselves onto the bed.

“Ooof,” Brandon moaned, having landed on the bottom.

She and Patrick immediately rolled off him, worried that they"d hurt his ribs. His shoulder.

“Hey! Come back here.” Brandon"s hand wrapped around her arm and with a tug and twist, had her neatly pinned beneath him, his hard cock jammed against her mound. It felt great and she wanted more. But not at the risk of hurting him.

“Are you sure you"re up for these antics?” she asked, trying to keep it light. There were plenty of things they could do that wouldn"t require him to do anything but lay back. They"d proven that time and again over the past few days and not come close to running out of ideas.

“I"m fine,” he said with a smile, rocking his hips against hers. “And if you two don"t stop babying me, my manly ego is going to get bruised. I promise,” he said with a wicked smile, “if I get tired, I can always rest my shoulder.” He let his hands slide across the bed, his chest pressing her down into the mattress, his mouth locking over hers.

For a long moment, Destiny drowned in the pleasure of his kiss, of his warmth and weight. She might have gone on like that for hours, but Brandon"s entire body jerked, his mouth leaving hers with a gasp when Patrick crawled over them both. His arms held his weight off Brandon"s back, even as he pressed along the length of it. Brandon"s hips shifted against her as Patrick ground down against him from behind.

“You sure you"re done being babied?” Patrick asked in a voice that gave her goose bumps.

Brandon got them too. She stared in wonder at Brandon"s flushed face and wide eyes, a portrait of raw need.

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He sure as hell looked ready.

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Chapter Twelve

Brandon"s heart stuttered in his chest when Patrick"s huge shaft nestled into the crease of his ass, the thick base pressing against his sensitive hole.

Good god, he wanted it. Beyond reason, beyond doubt, there was the incredible need. He could no more ignore it than he could stop the beating of his heart.

Thrusting his cock along Destiny"s belly, he tilted his hips up, running Patrick"s cock along his electrified skin in clear invitation. Patrick didn"t move and Brandon closed his eyes to pray for patience. For control.

His balance marginally restored, he looked down into Destiny"s eyes. She smiled up at him and winked. “Are you sure?”

His nod was jerky, but heck, at least he had control over some parts of his body.

Destiny looked over his shoulder at Patrick. When he didn"t move, didn"t say a word, Brandon pressed his forehead to Destiny"s, frustration whipping at him.

“I wouldn"t want him to do anything that would make him uncomfortable,” he offered, refusing to pressure Patrick, even if he did want to cry and beg for it.

The bed shifted and the departing heat of Patrick"s chest exposed his back to the cool air of the room. Brandon sagged in defeat.

Shit. They"d been so close.

Destiny tried to rub the warmth back into his skin. He kissed her gently, rallying his senses for some equally tremendous pleasure he was certain the three of them could find together.

When the little drawer in the bedside table snapped shut and a tube of lubricant hit the mattress beside his elbow, the kiss ended. Abruptly. He turned to watch Patrick climb back onto the bed and kneel behind him, Destiny"s hands clutching his arms almost painfully. The anticipation was lethal, his need ferocious.

Patrick"s strong arms hauled him up off Destiny and he made a noise he would never admit to, but might have been a whimper. Patrick"s warmth returned, his broad body wrapping around Brandon, Patrick"s knees and thick thighs spreading his so that his ass ground down against that glorious cock as they knelt together.

Brandon"s head spun, his blood surged, plunging south, his erection growing immediately fierce and painfully full. His heart thundered, his entire body throbbing as he pressed back against Patrick, trying to tell him how much he wanted this, but not trusting his voice enough to say the words aloud.

Desperate, he looked down at Destiny. His heart tripped in its wild gallop when he saw the look on her face. She loved them. He knew she did, but seeing it there so plainly written was a triumph and a terror.

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That thought alone might have brought him crashing back to earth, but then she curled her fingers around his shaft and Patrick"s arms coiled gently around his ribs, and he was lost once more in the stratosphere of desire. He wanted to purr when Patrick"s wide palms rubbed over his pecs, abrading his nipples with calloused warmth.

Patrick"s