Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [72]
Now, he’d finally gone upstairs to let her work, deciding he could stand to do a little of that himself. At the very least, he needed to check his e-mail. He couldn’t remember a time since the advent of the Internet that he’d gone this long without checking it. God only knew what fires might need to be put out by now.
But after hooking up the laptop to the Internet connection in the master bedroom, he was pleasantly surprised to see nothing too urgent had arisen. So he took his time answering messages, then closed the computer and retreated to the upholstered window seat where the sun still blasted in full force. Propping up the overstuffed throw pillows at one end, he reclined and thought he might let the sun lull him into a nap. Spying the snowman he and Laura had built brought a small smile to his face as he let his eyes fall shut.
He was still horny, though. Damn, no matter how much sex he had with this woman, she still kept him in a constant state of arousal.
His mind drifted to what she’d said out on the deck about how it was enough just to be fucked by him. Understanding the woman who lay at Laura’s core still made such talk more exciting than it would be from any other girl. Like everything with her, he never quite got used to it—it excited him as much each time as if it were brand-new.
Before long, he found himself pondering Tommy’s visit last night, which had turned out much differently than he’d imagined. He’d issued the invitation in all innocence—he enjoyed the guy’s company, valued his friendship, so it had seemed natural to have him down for a meal, even if he did have a lover on the premises. What Braden hadn’t expected was the sense that something heavier was developing throughout the evening. There’d definitely been very sexual vibes in the air, and it wasn’t just from talking about Tommy’s sex games. Braden knew he’d proliferated it—he’d been just intoxicated enough to go with the flow. So he hadn’t held back on saying Laura had great tits, and he hadn’t hesitated to bring up Stan and Candy, nor to let his touch drift dangerously near to Laura’s crotch while Tommy watched.
The odd truth was—he’d felt a certain unfamiliar pull, found himself imagining Laura being with both of them, him and Tommy. He’d found himself envisioning her letting go that much more—opening herself up that much deeper. And he found himself wanting it. Wanting to see her that way, with another man, with two men.
He also couldn’t help remembering how much she’d obviously liked having two cocks last night in bed—even if one had been only a toy. She’d wanted it, too—wanted him and Tommy, together. He doubted she knew she’d wanted it—but she had.
The sun finally made him sleepy enough that he began to drift off. But as drowsiness meshed with his arousal, a question edged his mind. Would she do that for him if he asked her to? Would she let herself indulge her true desires in a ménage à trois?
She’d done everything else he’d wanted—everything. So very perfectly, so very passionately. This would be a big step further, for all of them. He’d never shared a woman with another guy before, either, let alone a good friend. But damn, he wanted her to know that ultimate pleasure, and he wanted himself to know the satisfaction of giving it to her, of knowing she did it because he asked it of her.
Riley and Sloane continued to turn up still more items concealed on the grounds—some were hidden in the backyard and outbuildings, but most appeared in the secret garden. Of course, Riley and Sloane were still getting intimate every chance they got—so much that Riley knew she was too caught up in her passion and not concentrating on solving the mystery as much as she should. An entirely new occurrence for her—since her head was always in the case. Except for now. Sloane Bennett and the best sex of her life