One Wild Wedding Night_ Three-Way - Leslie Kelly [11]
Whether he serviced them in their bedrooms, Brandon had no idea. But the guy certainly knew how to treat a woman. And he’d accepted Brandon’s proposition with a firm handshake and a promise to treat the lady exactly as she wanted to be treated.
Whatever that entailed.
They’d also set one more boundary. The entire focus of the night would be on Mia…just Mia. Brandon was a free-thinker, but he was most definitely not into anything homoerotic. Nor did he in any way suspect Sean was up for it. The man appeared to be addicted to sensual women. And right now, Mia was the most sensual woman Brandon had ever set eyes on.
“I’d be happy to go if you want me to. Just say the word,” Murphy murmured softly, his brogue hardly noticeable. He, too, had recognized this as a make-or-break moment.
Brandon hadn’t been sure until this crazy thing had gotten underway a few minutes ago how he’d take seeing another man touch a woman he’d wanted for so long. But so far, he was fine. Murphy was a professional, there to service her, to please her. And while Brandon didn’t know how he’d respond if Mia let things go a lot further—or all the way—for now, it was okay.
Because, as he’d often reminded himself, he didn’t have any claim on her or any future with her. Tonight was about driving her insane with pleasure before walking away tomorrow. Teaching her a lesson. Making sure she never forgot this night…or him.
“Mia?” He still waited for her answer. “It’s your call.”
Her lips were parted, her breaths ragged. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her looking so disconcerted—confused. Yet there was excitement in the movement of her mouth and the wildness of her eyes. Best of all, there was no more trace of fear.
Her body slowly relaxed, though not to the level of boneless contentment she’d achieved earlier. That was probably understandable—a faceless, completely unknown man had his hands on her bare legs. And she still wasn’t exactly certain which fantasy was about to be played out here.
“Okay,” she whispered with a nod. “It’s just a massage?”
Brandon leaned closer, rising to brush his lips against the corner of her mouth. Putting his hand on her back he stroked the tender, vulnerable flesh there, knowing he wouldn’t be able to watch for long—he’d have to be in on this massage in very short order. “It’s just a massage.”
She sighed in relief. At least until Brandon added, even more softly, “Unless you want it to be more.”
* * *
Oh, god. Mia closed her eyes, gulping, as everything that was happening sank into her consciousness. Rather than being naked in the arms of the man she’d been dying for over the past two months, she was being touched by someone else altogether. Someone she had never even seen but whose silky, oil-coated hands were doing lovely things to her legs. And could do lovely things to the rest of her. If she wanted him to.
“You remember everything I said that night, don’t you?” she whispered, hearing accusation and anticipation in her voice.
It came as no surprise when Brandon nodded. That was the only thing that had come as no surprise tonight. Everything else—from the moment he’d pushed his way into her room, until right now when he was laying an incredibly sensual offer at her feet—had come as a complete shock.
“You remember that one particular fantasy,” she said, still wanting to be absolutely sure.
Because it seemed almost impossible to believe he was offering her the wicked eroticism she’d almost been too embarrassed to admit to him during that long sultry call: a night with two men in her bed.
What she would do with both men, she’d never quite figured out. Oh, she knew the possibilities, knew the slots and tabs of the human body. But she wasn’t sure just how far she’d let herself go, how much she’d dare.
It was shocking. Outrageous. Incredibly titillating.
And now, it looked like it might