Burning Up by Sami Lee Read Free Book Online

ironically. “Like there’s no one else in the room. Maybe I should go.”
    Regret pulled at Steve. He’d been wishing Rob away with his strange possessiveness of Pam, a possessiveness he had no right to. Now the guy had picked up on it and Steve felt bad. Rob was a nice bloke, decent and gentle in the way that big guys often were. Pam liked him and wanted him. And Steve ached to give Pam whatever her heart desired.
    “Nah, you stay. It’s what Pam wants—both of us. A fantasy. She doesn’t want me on my own.”
    Rob shook his head with a chuckle and looked about to say something when Pam walked back into the room. “So…where were we?”
    Rob said quickly, “You were about to kiss me, I reckon.”
    Pam smiled and walked over to Rob. Standing on tiptoes, she wound her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Steve watched, his gut clenching with a mixture of envy and lust. Part of him did want Pam to himself, as Rob had realized. But the other part—the very big insistent part—was aroused by watching her with the other man.
    Rob groaned, obviously enjoying the kiss. He lifted his hand and settled it over Pam’s breast, stroking it through her top. “Do you like that?” he asked her. “Is it what you want?”
    Pam wiggled with sinuous pleasure. “Yes. Touch me.”
    “You’re sure you want both of us?” Rob flicked Steve a pointed glance before returning his gaze to Pam’s face. “You want me to watch while you fuck Steve? Or do you want to give him head while I fuck you? Because I want to do all of that. And I want to fuck your sexy ass too. If you don’t want any of that, now’s your chance to say so.”
    Pam quivered visibly at the pure eroticism of Rob’s words. Steve held his breath, awaiting her answer. Wanting her to say yes, because the explicit way Rob had stated his intentions made Steve yearn for all those things too.
    Pam stroked a hand over Rob’s chest and Steve felt a burn on his skin as though she’d touched him too. “I want all that.”
    Muttering words of thanks under his breath, Rob swooped in for another kiss. Pam met him halfway, her enthusiasm obvious. Steve watched them make out like horny twenty-year-olds and had to adjust his jeans to try and find some relief from the agony he was in. It was a tall order to walk the few paces that put him beside them. He reached down and stroked Pam’s denim-clad ass, his blood heating at the way she thrust backward, inviting a more intimate touch.
    His voice was a guttural sound he hardly recognized. “Where’s your bedroom?”
    Pam pulled out of the kiss with Rob to stare at Steve with wide, smoky eyes. Her lips were kiss swollen, full and parted, so he got an enticing glimpse of her pink tongue. Steve couldn’t wait to feel it licking his cock.
    “Follow me,” Pam rasped and headed toward a darkened hallway.
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    In her bedroom, it all started to seem too real. When she’d picked the cute pink and white floral quilt with the lace trim, Pam had never expected to be sharing her bed with two virile firemen at once. Now, she kind of wished she’d chosen something in bold colors, something less girly.
    Steve approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Cute bed,” he remarked.
    “Oh, shut up.” Pam’s lips twitched at his teasing. “I’m a girl and sometimes I like feminine things. So sue me.”
    “I’d rather do you,” Steve quipped. “And I’m going to. Right on that virginal-looking bedspread.”
    “Oh, yeah?”
    He lifted a hand to cup her jaw and turn her head so she could see him over her shoulder. His blue eyes glittered in the low-wattage light from the bedside lamp. “Yeah,” he said and kissed her.
    Pam wound her hand into his hair, twisting it through the strands as Steve devoured her mouth. Good Lord, the man could kiss. Every time he did, he completely fried her brain. When he settled his free hand over her breast and squeezed sensuously, Pam forgot all about her quilt