The Architect (Nashville Neighborhood Book 3) by Nikki Sloane (top e book reader .TXT) 📗

There wasn’t any doubt what he intended to do, but I still gasped as Clay shoved his hands between my thighs and spread my legs open. His gaze dropped to the most intimate part of me, then lifted to Travis, and a smirk tweaked his lips.

Let’s make her come, it said.

I shuddered with pleasure as Clay lowered in and brushed his hot mouth over my pussy. I was wet. So fucking turned on, it was almost embarrassing, but that was one of the things I loved about being with these men. There wasn’t shame or judgement when we were together.

Clay had given me rough with his hand, and now he gave me oh-so-gentle with his tongue. My breathing was ragged, and my chest heaved, but Travis had his arms around me, and his lips traced the shell of my ear.

When I rocked my hips, he reached a hand down to grip my thigh. “Stay still,” Travis urged, “and let him fuck you with that tongue.”

Couldn’t he tell it was impossible to keep still? My body was primed. It pleaded for release. If either of them asked me to beg with words, I’d do it gladly.

When Clay’s lips closed around my clit and sucked, it brought on a sensation that was so intense, I jerked and tried to snap my legs shut. To stop me, he braced the insides of my thighs with his palms, which inadvertently caused him to put his hand on top of Travis’s as it held on to my leg.

Seeing his fingers splayed on top of the other man’s gave Clay pause. It made the chest behind me swell with an unsteady breath. And it forced my heart to stop, only for it to restart at twice the speed.

Because Clay’s hand didn’t slide over to let Travis escape, and Travis didn’t attempt to retreat. They were friends, had partnered before, and were obviously comfortable with each other . . . yet Clay’s confession at dinner echoed in my mind.

You were my best friend, Travis. And now you’ve become something more.

Heat mounted and I had to take it one moment at a time to survive. Clay nuzzled between my thighs and stared up at me as his pink tongue swiped across my clit. Travis’s fingers from his other hand skated across my breast and zeroed in on my hardened nipple, pinching until it changed the uneven cadence of my breath.

My orgasm hit me so suddenly, it surprised us all.

It was a deluge of pleasure, rushing from my center outward as a wave of heat, chased by cold and followed with tingling bliss. The hands on my legs tightened their grip and both men seemed to revel in the ecstasy coursing through my body. Clay’s pleased look was complimented by Travis’s heavy exhale of satisfaction.

I lay boneless in the middle of them, quaking and gasping and feverish.

It reminded me of the first night when I’d been sandwiched between them at the club, except the men were reversed, and no one was inside me, and . . . I knew these men now. Not just that, but I cared about them so much, I—

Oh, God.

Was it possible I loved them?

No, a panicked part of my mind yelled back. You don’t do that, remember? And Clay didn’t either, so what was the point? I couldn’t fall in love with both men when at least one of them wasn’t capable of loving me back.

He said he didn’t date either, but he did that tonight, didn’t he?

Just as the thought seized my mind, Clay dragged his hands down my thighs and straightened. He grasped the side of his frames and pulled his glasses off, leaning back to set them on the dresser nearby. It was the first time he’d removed them during a scene, like they might be a hinderance, and I was glad there was nothing blocking his beautiful eyes from me. Nowhere for him to hide.

Wait. Was this a scene?

There was no plan or design. No hierarchy, and no real power exchange because tonight wasn’t about that. It was the three of us all wanting to connect. To share the experience as a group.

As a unit.

Once his glasses were gone, Clay grabbed the bottom of his sweater, jerked it up over his head, and balled it in his hands before chucking it away. I reached out to run my fingers down his chest, and he allowed it, but his attention was on the man at my back.

“I want to watch her suck your cock while I fuck her.”

The muscles inside me flexed so hard, I nearly came again, but I swallowed a deep breath and backed down off the ledge.

Travis moved out from behind me, getting up off the bed so he could begin to undress. His voice turned husky. “How do you want her?”

Clay’s gaze swept over me as I lay on my back, propped up on my elbows, and he gave me a dark smile while he undid his belt. “Roll over. On your stomach.”

I did, sliding off the bed enough so my knees were buried in the carpet and my breasts flattened to the mattress. My hands balled the sheets beneath them into fists as the vrrrrp rang out of his belt being pulled free from his belt loops.

He didn’t have plans to use it on me though, at least not now, because it fell with a thump to the floor. I turned my head to the side, watching Travis as he finished getting his pants and underwear off, but I stayed very aware of the hand that grasped my waist. The naked tip of Clay’s dick teased me, rubbing back and forth through the wetness his mouth had created on my skin.

It came from deep inside my chest when he lined himself up and began to intrude. “Oh, my God.”

I tipped my head forward, pulling the sheets toward me and over my face as he pushed further inside. It felt so, so good.

“Yes,” Travis encouraged. “Take it.”

The bed