SpareDick by Sarina Wilde Read Free Book Online Page B

she
could face Adam as she talked to him. With his short brown hair and eyes the
color of aged whiskey, he was incredibly sexy. She already had a good idea of
what his clothing concealed, thanks to their webcam encounter.
    When his eyes lingered on her face before sliding down over
her, she blushed and knew he’d seen it when he grinned.
    “Your profile mentioned you like to bicycle,” Jill said,
trying to get a conversation started. “Where do you ride?”
    “Streets and parks,” he replied. “I’m not a mountain biker.
If I’m going to go cross-country, I prefer running or hiking.”
    Getting comfortable was as easy as that. Jill relaxed,
sipping her champagne while the two men talked about places they’d hiked. By
the time the waiter took their food orders, Kevin’s hand was on her thigh and
Adam’s was around her shoulders. Everywhere they touched her shimmered with
heat. Every once in a while, Adam’s gaze would linger on hers. His expression
stirred an ache between her thighs. Kevin grinned and his hand crept higher,
stroking her bare skin.
    Jill shifted, allowing Kevin to cup her sex with his broad
palm.
    “More champagne?” Adam asked, his voice dropping to a sexy
rumble.
    His glance dropped too and she realized that while no other
diners might be able to see under the table, he had an excellent view of Kevin
playing with her pussy. He refilled everyone’s glasses.
    “I’d like to propose a toast to a night rich with
possibilities.”
    She raised her glass, clinking it against his then Kevin’s.
With a last, long stroke between her moist folds, Kevin raised his hand from
below the table and glided his first two fingers across his mouth. When she
wasn’t the only one to draw a quick breath, Jill darted a look at Adam. His
eyes had gone darker while he stared at her husband. Seeing him so turned-on by
looking at Kevin made Jill that much hotter. This man, this stranger, would
have his hands and mouth on more than her—and he wanted them both, there was no
doubt in her mind.
    The arrival of their food cut the sexual tension, though
Jill couldn’t help but notice the masculine thighs pressing against her from
either side. Every now and then she caught glances passing between the two men.
Their obvious connection helped her to relax. Jill had worried Kevin would
freeze when presented with the reality of another man. But that wasn’t
happening.
    When the waiter asked if they’d like coffee or dessert, both
men said no so quickly, she almost burst into laughter.
    “I’ll pick up the tab,” Kevin said. It seemed only fair to
Jill since Adam had booked the room.
    While they waited for the bill, Adam slid a key card over to
her. Their fingertips brushed, heat flared and their gazes locked.
    “It’s a suite,” he said, as though he somehow knew she’d
been thinking of the room they would go to. She took the card and pushed it
over to Kevin, who slipped it into his pocket.
    “Why don’t we go?” he suggested. “If we decide we want
something else, we can always have room service bring it.
    The elevator ride was awkward with another couple sharing
the space. Jill felt as if the woman eyed her, wondering why she rode with two
men. Jill kept her expression neutral, doing her best to ignore her. The couple
got off first and she relaxed, only then realizing the hand at the small of her
back belonged to Adam, not Kevin.
    “This way,” Adam directed, steering her to the left.
    Oh God. She was really going to do this. Nerves assailed her
as he inserted the key card. Then Kevin’s hand was there, holding hers, squeezing.
“You okay, baby?” he asked softly.
    She nodded. The door shut behind them and she got her first
glimpse of the suite. A bouquet of summer flowers decorated the table, a bottle
of wine and three glasses sat next to it along with a plate filled with cheese
and fruit.
    “I had some things brought earlier,” Adam murmured. “I hope
that was okay.”
    Jill took a deep breath and