Her Heart's Divide by Kathleen Dienne Read Free Book Online

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    “Take off your pants, babe. Better yet…why don’t you imagine Jack is taking them off?”
    My clit spasmed, but I tried not to react in any other way. “What?”
    “Doesn’t it make you feel good, knowing how desirable you are?”
    “I’m married to you.”
    “That wasn’t the question.” Ryan moved his hand from my breast to my ass, in between my skin and my underwear. His strong fingers kneaded the muscle while his lips stayed on my breasts.
    “I don’t need anyone else to want me as long as you do.”
    Now his hand was sliding around to my pussy. He teased me for a minute and then cupped me tightly, with his hard middle finger sliding into the groove. “Of course I want you. But I want to make you happy, Lila, as happy as you make me. And I’ve only got two hands. One hand when we’re lying like this. How would you feel if there were four hands on your body right now?”
    He gave me a little push until I was lying on my back beside him. His hand was suddenly everywhere—on my lips, then my nipples, then my clit—in rapid succession. And I could imagine four hands touching everywhere at once.
    “That’s so good, Ryan.”
    “I know.” He kissed me, his tongue strong and deep. “Now imagine Jack’s tongue on your clit while I kiss you.”
    His fingers stroked my clit with short, rhythmic flicks while we kissed again, and the thought of both men in the bed, touching me, made me slick and wetter than ever before.
    “Ryan…god…please, Ryan…”
    “I want you, Lila.”
    I got my pants off with some difficulty and didn’t bother taking Ryan’s all the way off. I straddled him and took his wonderful cock inside me with one motion. He had me so going with the fantasy that I couldn’t control myself. I rode him hard, leaning over his powerful chest. The crisp hair gently abraded my skin, somehow increasing the sensations deep inside me. His hands squeezed between our chests, pulling and rolling my nipples between his strong fingers. All along he was whispering, almost gasping out, what he and Jack working together could be doing to my body.
    The orgasm hit hard. I cried out and shook, my nails digging into his shoulders. My husband put his hands on my hips and arched his back, thrusting himself up again and again, and I matched his movements as soon as I could think.
    His was head back, his mouth open, and a sheen of sweat covered his skin. I wanted him to come as hard as I had. With my pussy still shaking, I could feel another orgasm building. But when he came, I held off. I loved to feel him coming, his hard cock pumping and his whole body focused on that one moment. I loved to feel him relax and come down to earth, and the way he stared at me with those dark eyes afterward.
    He smiled and tweaked one of my nipples. I jumped a little.
    “Oh, babe, I’m sorry. You were about to come again.”
    “Probably not that close.”
    “Don’t lie, silly girl.” He moved his hand down my stomach, slick with sweat, and brushed my clit. This time I jumped a lot and hit his bruised leg. He yelped.
    “Oh, no! Sorry, Ry, are you okay?”
    He laughed gingerly. “Don’t be sorry. But I think I’d better not startle you like that until the bruises start fading.”
    “How long’s that going to take?”
    “A couple weeks?”
    I groaned and he laughed again. We heard the downstairs door slam, and we grinned at each other when we heard Jack pause at the bottom of the stairs.
    “Hey, guys, can I come in?”
    “Hold on!” we both shouted.
    “Come on up, man,” said Ryan, after we made ourselves presentable and left the bedroom. “Hey, are you all right?” he asked, concerned, as Jack came up the stairs. Our friend was pale and sweating.
    “That banging noise and that orange flash thing. Happened again, and I almost flipped the damned loaner.”
    “What the hell?” Ryan and I asked at the same time.
    “I wish I knew, guys, because it’s going to kill me if it doesn’t stop.” Jack set the