Tequila Sunrise (Last Call #3) Read Free Page B

continued their clever little circles, rubbing her clit in
the way he knew got her off.
    It was too much sensation -- too
much pleasure -- to keep distinct. She was surrounded by the smell of
male wolf, of sex. Zack’s energy shivered over her skin, taming the
wolf inside with his strength.
    But even that wasn’t distinct, not with Kieran
curled around her, too. Their scents mixed, their energy twined
together, and the wolf gave way to the woman with a confused
whimper. Hot anticipation skittered up her spine as she tore her
mouth away from Kieran’s and offered him the vulnerable arch of her
neck, a gesture of submission the wolf was too sated to
refuse.
    He answered it with a growl and a hard snap
of his teeth.
    She came, hard, and there was
nothing pretty or poetic about it. Her body bucked between them as
she struggled to choose between grinding herself against Kieran’s
fingers and pushing back against Zack’s cock. She panted. She
whimpered. Her nails dug into Kieran’s shoulder and she screamed , riding the clenching pleasure as the world faded in a
mess of slick skin and fingers and teeth and the feeling of being
well fucked.
    Zack shuddered, and his fingers dug
into her hips as he drove into her one last time, a deep groan
rumbling out of his chest. For a split second, satisfaction and
pride flashed in Kieran’s eyes, eclipsing the lust that still
burned in them.
    She collapsed into Kieran’s arms, and he
covered her damp skin with soft kisses. His cock still prodded her,
hard and insistent, but his touch was gentle. Loving.
    Zack panted behind them. “I’ll be right
back.” He disappeared into the bathroom.
    Kieran nuzzled her temple. “Okay?”
    “ Oh, yeah.” She nuzzled her
face into his neck, inhaling the sharp, masculine scent mixed with
sweat. “That was some dirty talking, baby. It was hot,
too.”
    He laughed. “You always like that.”
    “ Mmm. Lucky me, I have a
man who likes words.” She licked the spot where his pulse throbbed
at the base of his throat, then closed her teeth lightly over it.
“Maybe you should write some dirty stories just for me. Read them
to me when I go down on you.”
    “ My editor might be a bit
peeved, love,” he murmured. “You know how she gets when she thinks
I’m slacking off on handing her the next great American
novel.”
    The bathroom door opened, and Zack came out.
He flashed them a grin as he pulled on his shorts and dragged a
pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his jeans. “I half expected
you two to be going at it.” He held out the pack and raised an
eyebrow. “Want a smoke?”
    Kieran took two and lit them both with the
silver lighter Zack handed him. “Thanks.” He passed one cigarette
to Eve and relaxed back against the pillows.
    Zack sank into a chair by the wall with his
own cigarette. “You’re a writer, huh? What do you do, Eve?”
    She rarely smoked, but now seemed to be a
good time. She took a drag and exhaled slowly. “I’m an engineer.
What about you?”
    “ I’m a cop.” He rubbed a
hand over the back of his head. “Detective.”
    It was a profession that suited his rugged
strength. She inhaled from the cigarette again before rolling over
to set it in a small, discreet glass ashtray on the bedside
table.
    Kieran was still aroused, and the sight of
him lounging back in bed with a cigarette and a prominent erection
stirred something that should have been tired by now. She licked
her lower lip and curled her fingers around his cock, stroking up
slowly as she turned to look at Zack. “Are you still the boss?” The
idea that had infuriated her a half hour ago made her hot now.
    “’ Til someone calls the
whole thing off… yeah.”

    Eve stroked his cock again, and
Kieran’s breath caught. Zack watched them closely and arched an
eyebrow. “I think I said something about you fucking her until she
screamed, Kieran. What do you think?”
    He placed his cigarette next to hers and
brushed her hair back from her face. “I