One Wild Wedding Night_ Three-Way - Leslie Kelly [16]
The woman he’d fallen in love with.
Brandon stopped what he was doing, having to close his eyes to mentally acknowledge the truth. What she’d done hadn’t stopped his feelings for her…he loved her more now than he had the day he’d left. And he absolutely did not want anyone else making love to her, having sex with her or fucking her.
Not while he was in the room. Not while he wasn’t. He wanted to be the only man plunging into her. Ever.
Which was pretty bad considering he had handed her to another man.
“What are you thinking?” she whispered.
Brandon looked up at her, lost himself in her big brown eyes, and knew he couldn’t be the one to make the choice. “I’m thinking of how badly I want to be inside you.”
She smiled down at him, sighing lightly in anticipation. Reaching for his shoulders and tugging him up, she touched her mouth to his and murmured, “Then be inside me, Brandon.”
He deepened the kiss, tasting her fully, telling her silently everything that he hadn’t been able to say out loud. And she kissed him back, languorously meeting the thrusts of his tongue, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and her legs around his hips as if not wanting an inch to separate them.
But there remained one question to ask. “How much further, Mia?” he whispered.
She nibbled his earlobe. Then, casting a quick, apologetic look over her shoulder at Murphy—who she was actually seeing for the very first time—replied, “As far as two people can possibly go.”
* * *
Brandon made exquisite love to her for the rest of the night. There was nowhere on her body he didn’t caress, no inch of skin left unkissed. His stamina amazed her—because though he had seemed insane with need by the time the very handsome, black-haired Mr. Murphy had left them, he still managed to fill her for hours. And within minutes of coming inside her, he’d picked her up, carried her into the bathroom and started all over again in the shower.
She’d never experienced a night like it in her life.
And she almost had trouble believing it had all really taken place.
“Did we really do those things?” she whispered to the ceiling early the next morning. Brandon was sound asleep beside her, one arm resting in casual possession across her middle. “Did it truly happen?”
Glancing at the massage table, now collapsed and leaning against the wall, she sighed and acknowledged that yes, it had really happened. Brandon had brought an incredibly sexy stranger into their bedroom. Had watched while that man had brought her to orgasm with his hands. Had dropped his mouth to her lap and licked her to ecstasy while another man toyed with her breasts and watched every move they made.
Women went their entire lives fantasizing about the eroticism of such a night. Now Mia knew exactly what was possible. How far she could go, how much she would demand. And when, exactly, she would stop.
Murphy had pleasured her…but when it had come right down to it, she just couldn’t go that final step. Maybe if she hadn’t realized that she still loved Brandon, she’d have been able to do it. God knows when she’d seen the Irishman’s incredible body and ruggedly handsome face, she’d had a mental flash of what could have been.
But she didn’t regret it. Any wicked, erotic delights she’d gained from the two of them couldn’t come close to what she’d experienced later. Brandon had thrust into her, over and over, whispering sweet, sexy words in her ear as he drowned her in pleasure. Mia was already certain she’d never be able to get used to the emptiness of not having him inside her.
Especially not a lifetime of that emptiness.
“You’re awake,” he whispered beside her.
Startled, she glanced over and saw him watching her. Mia quite honestly didn’t know what to say. She’d had mornings after before, but never ones that had involved not one man but two.
In the light of day, would he regret what he’d started or judge her