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  Mariss locked her legs around Holden's hips and rode him at his rhythm.

  Sebastian pushed her hand away and gripped her chin. When the soft head rubbed against her lips, Mariss opened for him. He slid between her lips. His eyes closed as she pet him with her tongue.

  “Bloody hell,” he groaned.

  Mariss looked to Holden to make sure what they were doing was okay. Holden's eyes burned with lust. She couldn't believe how turned on he was. Mariss blinked to make sure she was seeing properly before she took more of Sebastian in her mouth. He groaned and Holden thrust into her harder. His eyes narrowed to slits and he bit down on the end of his tongue.

  “I want her,” Sebastian growled.

  Holden slid out of her slowly, grinning as she moaned. Mariss gripped Sebastian's thigh. Holden lifted her and tossed her onto the bed. She bounced in front of Sebastian, giggling.

  “Come here,” she told him.

  Sebastian bent over her and she took his mouth again. She did her best to devour him, kissing him until she couldn't breathe.

  “You'd better let me go, Red,” he panted.

  “Why?” she asked.

  “Because I want to be inside you. Now.”

  She smiled and bit his lip. “Then do it.”

  “I need the lube,” Sebastian laughed.

  “Get it.” Mariss kept her fingers locked behind his head.

  Sebastian reared back as far as her arms would allow and he gave her a devilish grin. With one arm secured around her hips, Sebastian slid to the floor, whipping Mariss off the bed and around in a half circle. She squealed.

  “Oh, my god!” she cried through her laughter.

  “You ought to know better than to test me, Red.” Sebastian reached down to the bedside table and got the bottle of lube without looking away from her. Mariss smiled into his dancing blue eyes.

  “Where's my husband?”

  “Right here,” Holden said from the bed.

  “Should I be worried?” Mariss asked Sebastian.

  “I don't see why you should.” He lifted her back onto the bed and she scrambled away.

  “Fix that,” she told him with a wink as she settled herself on her husband. “Uh, god.” Holden settled back against the pillows and gripped her hips, working her back and forth at a rigorous pace. “God, Holden.” His eyes were filled with a wonder she'd only seen the two other times Sebastian had been with them.

  Mariss felt her release begin to build.

  “You'd better hurry up, Bassy,” she gasped.

  “You go ahead and get what you need.” He took a handful of her hair and tugged her head back until she was looking up into his eyes. “I don't plan to quit until I'm done.”

  Holden growled. It was so deep and resonant that she felt it inside her as he forced her to ride him harder.

  Sebastian froze and they stopped to look. Holden's eyes were almost glowing with their intensity. Sebastian chuckled.

  “You've been depriving him.”

  “He's not-Uuh!” Mariss' climax came out of nowhere. It rippled through her body, filling her. She shuddered, unable to contain the euphoria her body was experiencing.

  Sebastian's hand pressed firmly against her back. Mariss lay against Holden's body. Her sensitive breasts pressed against his damp chest and she shuddered.

  Sebastian's thighs bumped her backside gently, teasing. Anticipation built. Still roiling from her explosive orgasm, any touch from him or Holden sent her nerves on a frenzy. Mariss shivered again. Sebastian's finger caressed her anus and the dam burst. Mariss came, crying out and bucking wildly. Holden drove his hips into her. He covered her mouth with his and swallowed her cries of pleasure. Sebastian wouldn't be happy about that.

  Pressure against her anus sent Mariss moaning again. Sebastian worked his way into her - pushing, pumping, thrusting - until he was in. Mariss dug her nails into Holden's chest. He broke the kiss and they groaned together. His dark brown eyes looked up at her and he smiled. He loved this as much as she did. Mariss' heart swelled with love for her husband, even as her body ached and begged for Sebastian's touch.

  Sebastian pumped his hips against her ass.

  “You know how much I love the sounds you make,” he growled. “Come here.”

  He hooked his arm around her hips, pulling her back as Holden pushed her up. Mariss locked her arms behind his head. She stared down at Holden and smirked.

  “You like this,” she said, voicing her thoughts.

  “I do.” Holden's voice was thick and gruff.

  Mariss hadn't expected him to admit it so easily. She dropped her head back and Sebastian's lips pressed to her throat. His teeth scraped across her skin. Holden reached out and Sebastian took his hand, pulling him up.

  A second later, Mariss was sandwiched between their thrusting, sweaty bodies. Sebastian kept a possessive hand splayed across her stomach, but it was the look in Holden's eyes that made her heart kick up a notch.

  Hunger. Carnality. Pure wanton desire. His eyes said he wanted to devour her while his body set her on fire. Mariss made a gurgling sound deep in her throat. Holden smirked. He knew he had her. He knew that no matter where she was or who she was with, he always had her.

  Holden caught her jaw in one hand, holding her face so she couldn't look away from him.

  “Who's my girl?” he growled.

  “I am,” she sighed. Her body released her from the tension he and Sebastian had been building and she came on a strangled cry. Mariss threw her arms around Holden's neck. Sebastian released his hold on her so Holden was supporting her dead weight.

  But they didn't let up. Sebastian gripped her hips in both his hands. A growl rolled through his body and she felt it in her own.

  “That's my girl,” Holden whispered low in her ear. “You know who you belong to. I love you, baby.”

  She couldn't answer. Her mind wouldn't form the words, so Mariss did the next best thing. She crushed her mouth to his and devoured him, body and soul. Her intention was to make his brain shut off. Mariss forgot about the man behind her. She worked her hips against Holden, slamming into him with all she was worth. Holden made a noise against her lips, but Mariss refused to let him speak. Holden's hand fisted in her hair and he returned her vigor, pounding into her.

  Mariss threw her head back and cried out. Sebastian wrapped his fingers gently around her throat, putting enough pressure to keep her head tipped back. He kissed her hard and desperate, as if to remind her that he was there too. Mariss speared her fingers through his hair and pressed him closer. He kicked it up a notch, slamming against her ass.

  “Am I hurting you?” he asked, his lips brushing against her as he spoke.

  “Don't stop,” she groaned. “Please, don't… ooh, god.”

  “Make those sounds for me, Red. You know the ones I love to hear.”

  Mariss' voice caught in her throat. Her climax began to build at his words and she reached for Holden, pulling both men closer. Feeling their solid bodies plunge into her over and over. She was trapped between them.

  She came screaming, her nails digging into whatever flesh they could find. Her body spasmed with pleasure. Holden's body jerked. He grunted and stilled.

  Sebastian's hands caressed the length of her body. Both men left her at the same time. Mariss collapsed to the bed, exhausted. Holden flipped the light on in the bathroom, his tight, bare ass on display. Sebastian kept himself out of her view. He couldn't get those damned silk pajama pants on fast enough.

  “Sebastian?” Mariss called after him. He pushed the sliding glass door open and went out onto the balcony. “Bassy!”

  Sebastian didn't answer.

  “He alright?” Holden called over the running water.

  “I don't know. He probably got his feelings hurt again.” Mariss dragged herself off the bed and padded out to the balcony after him, grabbing a robe thrown over the back of a chair as she did.

  “Yes, my feelings are hurt,” he sneered as Mariss pushed the door to. He took a long d
rag on a cigarette. “You did it to me again. The two of you.” It was so unlike Sebastian to show emotion of any kind. Mariss didn't know how to difuse the situation.

  “Since when do you smoke?” she asked.

  “I do sometimes. Not often.” His tone was clipped and irritated, like he wanted the conversation to end.

  “I don't think making you feel inadiquate was his intention this time. But he's my husband. I love him. That's not going to change because of…anything.” Mariss shook her head at the sudden awkwardness. “I'm sorry if I hurt you. I promise, I didn't mean it.”

  Sebastian took another drag on his cigarette. “Maybe not.”

  “Oh, geez. I just told you I didn't. I'm not going to apologize again because you want to play the victim.”

  “Don't you dare stomp away from me,” Sebastian said. He flicked his unfinished cigarette over the balcony and turned to her, his blue eyes grey in the darkness, but no less striking.

  “Oh, like you did just now?” Mariss rolled her eyes. “Please. Give me a fuckin' break.”

  “No, you give me a break, Red.” Sebastian raised his voice, his galant brow furrowed and fierce. “I was invited into this. A little respect would be nice.”

  “Not by me.” Mariss was indignant. “I had nothing to do with this little foray. Are you telling me Holden put this together on his own?”

  She looked through the glass window at her husband. Holden was still naked. He watched the two of them, waiting for them to come back inside.

  “You didn't ask for this?” Sebastian asked.

  “No, of course not. After what we did? I've been trying to stay as far away from you as possible.”

  “Was it that good for you?”

  Holden's lithe body stalked across the room toward them.

  There was the inapproriate Sebastian she knew and loved. “Yeah. We good now? Because I'm going back inside. My body doesn't want to stand up anymore.”

  Holden pushed the glass door open. “Sebastian, it's your turn.”

  Holden's eyes were dead serious.

  “Excuse me?”

  Mariss giggled. Sebastian's eyes bugged out of his head. She was afraid he might start swinging.

  “Do you want to have sex with her or not?” Holden closed the door and walked away. Mariss stared after him, unsure she'd heard properly.

  “You thought you were going to have butt sex,” she giggled.

  “Wasn't going to happen,” Sebastian said forcefully.

  “Yeah, right.” Mariss slipped inside just before Sebastian grabbed her up and lifted her from her feet.

  “What are the rules here?” he asked. Sebastian set her on her feet at the foot of the bed. His eyes flashed with blue lightening.

  “No rules,” Holden answered.

  Mariss turned to stare at him. Was he serious?

  “You want me to have sex with Sebastian? Real sex? Like…sex sex?”

  Holden nodded, that starving, crazed look in his eyes again. “Yes. Isn't that what you want?”

  Mariss chose not to answer. Instead, she slipped the robe off and hopped up to sit on the edge of the bed. She lay back with her arms spread dramatically. “Have your way with me, Sebastian Fenwick Boa.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  PORTENTS OF DISASTER

  “Done.” Sebastian's body pressed to hers and their lips me in a kiss to end all kisses.

  “Wrap it up,” Mariss said against his mouth.

  Sebastian pulled back and frowned at her.

  “Put a condom on, Sebastian,” she chuckled. His easy grin turned up the corners of his mouth, setting Mariss' heart aflutter.

  Sebastian left her. She felt Holden come around the side of the bed, but she didn't dare look at him for fear that he would see what was really in her eyes. Guilt. Even this wasn't going to make it go away.

  When Sebastian returned, there was a look of warning in his eyes, followed by a heated gaze that set her skin on fire wherever he looked. He buried his face in her neck, hiding her from Holden, and her arms came up automatically to caress the smooth, sculpted skin of his back. He pressed inside her dramatically, but stilled, his body shuddering along with hers. Mariss bit into his shoulder to contain her pleasured moans.

  “Shit,” he said so softly in her ear that there was no way Holden would hear. And then he was making love to her, whether he realized it or not. His body worshiped hers, his eyes caressed her face. They were no longer fucking and Mariss was sure Sebastian had no idea that he was in love with her. What was more, it wasn't just her body that reacted to him. Not anymore. She felt herself falling for him and knew it was only a matter of time before they were in so deep there was no climbing out.

  Yet, she didn't stop him. Mariss craved what he had to offer. They'd fought their attraction for so long, they'd built so hard toward this moment, that she couldn't have stopped him if a bomb went off in the building and blew them all to kingdom come.

  Mariss wrapped her leg around his hip. “Harder,” she begged.

  Sebastian grunted and picked up his pace, pounding into her like his life depended on it. She knew for a fact that Nora had never had him this way. Hellena probably hadn't either. There was a great possibility that Mariss was the first to have Sebastian so undone.

  Mariss grasped his face between her hands and pulled him into a deep kiss. She groaned into his mouth and gripped his hips, digging her fingers into his flesh.

  “Here I come,” she whispered against his lips just before her climax overtook her. Her back arched, pressing her breasts into Sebastian's chest. He held his hand to her lower back, holding her still as he continued to take her body as his own. Mariss cried out, reaching for something, anything to ground her. What she found was her husband's hand. His grip on her fingers was tight, reminding her that he was there and what she was doing was okay. Sebastian looked up momentarily, then gazed back at Mariss. He rose up over her, their bodies no longer pressed together.

  The motion of his hips would have been hypnotic if it wasn't sending her into a sex-crazed frenzy. Mariss cried out as another release began to build.

  “Make those sounds for me, Red,” Sebastian urged.

  Mariss couldn't have stopped if she'd wanted to. With each thrust, he drove the moans and the groans and the cries from her until she was falling over the edge again, shattered into a million pieces of satisfied woman. His hands gripped her hips as he drove into her, then he came, convulsing with the strength of it. His spent body collapsed beside hers.

  Mariss turned away from him, but pressed her ass into his hips so he could curl around her. Holden lay in front of her. His strong, wide hand caressed her face.

  “Rest now,” he said.

  Mariss closed her eyes.

  Mariss woke and rolled over, bumping into a warm body. Holden's contoured back came into view, his dark skin smooth in the early morning light. Mariss ran her hand over it. His skin was so soft.

  On the other side of her, Sebastian groaned. Mariss turned to look at him, but he was already staring at her.

  “I like this arrangement.” His voice was soft and deep from sleep. His flawless accent made her smile.

  “Have I ever told you I like the way you talk?”

  He gave her a happy frown. “My accent you mean?” Sebastian stretched like a cat, showing off the length of his body and the fact that it was completely naked.

  “I mean your accent and the way you talk. It's so British.”

  He laughed. “Well, I would hope so. I am English.”

  Mariss kept her sarcastic comments to herself. She rested her hand on Sebastian's stomach so she was touching both men. Her men. Sebastian's eyes closed, a look of contentment on his face. Mariss joined him. It was barely sun up. They had a few more hours before they had to be up.

  “Where's Nora?” she asked.

  “Why?” Sebastian wanted to know.

  “Just curious as to why she didn't walk in on us last night. Or this morning. That's all.”

  “I sent her
home.”

  “Wow.”

  “You think it was rude?” Sebastian asked.

  “Coming from you, no. It's normal for you. Anyone else, I'd be pissed.”

  “I believe that.”

  “Are you trying to say I'm a bitch?”

  “Sometimes.”

  Mariss opened her eyes and looked up at Sebastian's relaxed, beautiful face. He peeked one eye open, and when he saw that she was looking at him, he smiled, settling back into his comfortable position.

  “God, you're a jerk.” Mariss shook her head and closed her eyes again. Her body was so exhausted that it was a struggle just to lift her head. “I'm going to need some liquid energy before I can take on this day.”

  “Shall I call and have coffee sent up?” Sebastian asked.

  “Yeah, but not yet. I'm not ready to wake up yet.”

  He chuckled. Mariss liked this arrangement too. She didn't know how to approach Holden about making it more permanent, but if he was open to it, she was more than interested. Not having to hide her lustful desires for Sebastian from him was nice.

  “He knows what we did this summer,” Sebastian whispered.

  Mariss snorted. “There's no way.”

  “He knows. Why do you think he allowed this?” He guestured around the room. “Last night was more fun than I've had in a long time.”

  “I can't argue with that.”

  “No. I don't think he would either.”

  Sebastian touched her face. Mariss looked up at him. His eyes were solemn, yet hopeful. For what, she didn't know, nor would she attempt to guess. She turned on her side so she had a better view of him and his long, lean body. Void of her touch, Holden rolled with her, spooning her body with his and wrapping his arm around her.

  Sebastian stretched his arm out for Mariss to rest her face on his shoulder. They were all naked. All piled into the bed like this could have been the most normal thing in the world, but it wasn't. This was something Holden would never have allowed. It was so unlike him. And so peaceful. There was only one thing that came of contentment like this. Disaster.

  Mariss pulled Holden's arm tighter around her as she snuggled into Sebastian's warmth and waited for the other shoe to drop. The only way Holden would allow this arrangement, the only way he'd let her have sex with someone else…