Blind Attraction (19 page)

“Let me see you.”

She shook her head in panic, the arousal slipping from her grasp. She wasn’t ready to be on display. A part of her mind still lingered in the present, instead of the passionate plane where the rest of her consciousness hovered. Until she was lost to sensation, she didn’t know if she could allow it.

“All right.” He nodded and pulled his hand back, moving it to the waistband of his boxers. He turned onto his back, lifted his ass off the bed and removed the only piece of material left covering his toned body. She didn’t take note of where the clothing landed. Her eyes were fixated on his erection. His girth and length made her blink. Again and again. And she clamped down on Mitchell’s fingers.

Impressive.

“Don’t get too excited, sweetheart.” Mitchell nuzzled her neck. “You’re mine.”

She nodded and whimpered when he stroked her clit.

It wasn’t until she went to mentally compare Blake’s size to Mitchell’s that she realized she hadn’t actually seen her lover naked. Her only experience had been through touch and that alone had been profound.

Needing to see him, she turned her back to Blake and encircled Mitchell’s waist in a hug. She regretted his touch leaving her most sensitive flesh, but she craved the image of his lips, the sexy swoop of his hair. “I’ve hated not being able to see you.” She gazed at his face and lavished the way he peered at her with intensity.

“Your sight’s better?”

She nodded. “Almost back to normal.”

He kissed her jaw and pulled her close so their bodies touched from toe to chest. She snuggled into him, her nipples beading at the friction of his skin.

“You’re not disappointed?”

She leaned back and scrutinized his expression. The slight tilt of his lips tried to convince her he was making a joke, yet his eyes spoke of insecurities she hadn’t noticed before. “What do you mean ‘am I disappointed’?”

His gaze flickered to Blake, then returned to her as he leaned closer to her ear. “In me.”

Her heart contracted at his vulnerability. “No.” She stroked his cheek with her palm and smiled. “You’re perfect. The most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.”

It was true. She’d never been more infatuated. Not even during her teen years when she experienced her first boy band crush. Mitchell Davies had stolen her heart, and she didn’t think she would ever want it back.

Blake cleared his throat. “Except for me, she means.”

Her smile widened and so did Mitchell’s. Ignoring Blake, she placed a kiss on the smooth flesh of Mitchell’s chest and stroked her fingers down his arm, over his waist, and grasped his arousal. He hissed in a breath and thrust into her hold. He continued to pulse in her hand, back and forth, each movement bringing him closer to where she wanted him to be.

“I want you.” He cupped the back of her head with his hand.

“I’m right here. Take me.”

He was on top of her before she finished the words, the heavy weight of his body sinking into her. He thrust between her thighs and his thick cock slid to the entrance of her sex. He did it again and again, his arousal teasing her with gliding strokes through her juices until finally he angled his hips and sunk home.

She gasped and arched her back, the sensation rocking her entire body, his adoration consuming her. Blake groaned from beside them, and she glanced his way, her attention immediately straying to the erection he worked in his hand. He stroked himself with lazy deliberation. Her gaze crept up his tattooed chest, to his face straining with determination, while Mitchell retreated and thrust into her again and again.

Blake’s eyes didn’t focus on her face. They were lower, hovering around her breasts that were now squashed against Mitchell’s chest. She didn’t cower, didn’t suffer an ounce of shame or embarrassment. Instead, she turned back to Mitchell and hitched her legs around his waist, giving him deeper penetration and making the sheet glide further down over their bodies.

He leaned in, kissed her shoulder as he thrust and moved his lips to her ear. “Have you been taken from behind?” His words were low, the volume too quiet for Blake to hear.

She closed her eyes with the mental image of her lying on her stomach while he sunk deep within her core, and shook her head. No. Missionary was all she’d experienced with her former lovers, and those experiences had been sterile compared to the way he’d pleasured her in the same position.

“Let me be the first.” He left a trail of kisses along her shoulder, each press of his lips followed by a thrust of his hips. “I want to show you things no one else has.”

She encircled his neck with her hands and held him close. “Yes.”

He continued to make love to her, his penetrations never faltering. The hard pulse of impending climax started to seep into her core and she released her hold on him, wondering when he was going to turn her over and take her the way he desired.

“Mitchell.” She gripped the headboard trying to ground herself. “I’m close.”

“Ohh, Jesus.” Blake murmured, and she turned her head to find him gripping the base of his cock. His eyes closed. His breathing deep and measured.

Mitchell slid out of her and rose to his knees taking the sheet with him. For a moment she was exposed, entirely on display. Instead of shrinking under the gaze of two fierce men, she used the few seconds to relish the perfection of Mitchell’s body, the daunting size of his arousal, before he grabbed her hip and turned her onto her belly.

She waited for instruction, for him to tell her if she should be on all fours. He didn’t say a word. He moved to lie on top of her, his weight barely registering as he rested on his forearm and guided himself back inside her heat.

“Damn, Allie. You feel good.”

Words escaped her. Her focus firmly concentrated on suppressing her climax. The new position brought a deeper penetration, a more fulfilling pleasure. When his arm grazed her hip, his fingers finding her clit, she had to bite her lip to fight for control.

The sensations were too much. Her nipples against the sheet, his mouth on her neck, his fingers on her clit, his cock in her pussy. She panted, sucking in breath after breath and raised onto her elbows.

Blake groaned. “Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph, those are the best breasts I’ve seen in my entire life.”

Alana flipped her head back, her loose hair cascading over her shoulders and no doubt in Mitchell’s face. He growled in her ear, slammed into her hard and brought her straight back to the edge of climax.

Blake’s gaze bore into her, his focus on her eyes, not the feminine part of her anatomy he evidently enjoyed. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his eyebrows were creased with restraint. “You gotta let me touch.”

“No,” Mitchell growled, reiterating his refusal with a hard slam into her heat.

Blake threw his head back on the pillow and raked a rough hand through the short spiky lengths of his hair. “Come on. Just a touch. Or a taste. You’ve gotta give me something.”

Alana continued to pant, her lungs struggling under the pressure of unyielding stimulation. Mitchell’s fingers lowered from her clit, down to her entrance and squeezed inside her core. She was so deliciously full she had to push her face into the pillows and hold her breath to stop from crying out.

The pressure vanished and Mitchell leaned into her shoulder, stretching toward Blake.

“This is all you get.”

She tilted her head on the pillow and peered over at Blake. The vision sent her over the edge. Her walls clamped down and began to spasm as she watched him lick her juices from two of Mitchell’s fingers. He closed his eyes, moaned, and jerked his cock.

“I’m coming,” she groaned, turning her face back into the softness.

Both men swore.

Mitchell positioned himself back over her, his thrusts matching the convulsions of her sex. Moments later he growled, low and brutal, and followed her into the black abyss of orgasm.

When her release faded and his motions slowed, she slumped into the bed. Mitchell rolled off her, his softening erection sliding from her body. She felt the bed dip where Blake lay beside her, then straightened out again but she didn’t have the energy to see what he was doing.

“You’re amazing.” Mitchell kissed her shoulder.

“Oh, shit.” Blake swore from the other side of the room and both Mitchell and Alana turned to look at him. “We’ve got thirty minutes before we need to be at the studio.” He strode back toward the bed, completely unabashed by his nudity.

“Fuck!” Mitchell placed a hard kiss on her shoulder and slid from the bed. “We need to wake the others.” He threw the sheet up from the bottom of the bed and smiled. “You might want to cover up before I open the door.”

She reached for the material and pulled it over her breasts as she sat.

Mitchell’s sexy ass flexed with each step as he strode to the door and yanked it open. Alana didn’t know what he found on the other side, but it made him curse and slam the door shut again.

“They’re awake?” Blake asked.

“Yeah.” Mitchell gave a nod with wide eyes. “And I’m pretty sure Julie just got an eye full of my package.”

There hadn’t been time to say the proper goodbye Mitch had been hoping for this morning. After they rushed to shower and eat breakfast, Leah had dragged him and Blake out the door. He’d only had the chance to give Alana a quick peck on the lips and type her cell number into his phone before he had to hightail it.

They still planned to meet up in-between his promotional commitments. He didn’t want her going to the Bowens on her own. But not having her beside him, after the time they’d spent together, left him hollow.

“I assume you’re giving the long distance thing a try.” Blake raised his brows from the couch across from him. The five of them were seated around a small coffee table. Mason, Ryan, and Blake on a three-seater, Mitch and Sean on the other while they waited for the television host to sort her shit out on the side of the set.

Mitch worked his jaw and shook his head. “You assume wrong.” His opinion hadn’t changed from his last confrontation with Blake. Not even fantastic sex…truly fantastic sex would change his mind. Alana was starting a new life. She would need stability—something he couldn’t provide with his schedule. Not to mention how fucked up a committed relationship could get in his line of work. He didn’t want to ruin what they’d shared. Better to end it now before they turned into Ryan and Julie.

“What the hell, Mitch. It’s obvious you love the girl. Why can’t you pull your head out of your ass and give it a try?”

Mitch glared. “Mind your own business.”

His friend gave a sardonic smile. “I’m making it my business.”

“Just because you’re a nosy ass bastard doesn’t mean you can make it your business,” he growled, struggling to keep his tone down as members of the studio crew turned to see what the fuss was about.

Blake returned the glare, his dark brown eyes turning black. “And you think your fucktard, moping, bitch attitude won’t piss all of us off once we leave Richmond?” He scowled. “I can tell you now that if you break things off with Alana, I’m gonna want to high five you in the face with a hammer before we reach New York.”

“Guys, settle down.” Mason murmured from his position beside Ryan.

Mitch gave Blake the bird and backed it up with a
bing
sound effect.

“Real mature.” Blake rolled his eyes.

“You think I want to leave her?” He pushed to his feet and Blake followed suit.

“Guys,” Mason warned.

“I think you’re being a pussy and need to man up. Try taking the hard road for once. Life wasn’t meant to be easy.”

Mitch scoffed. “Like you know anything about taking the hard road.”

Blake’s shoulders straightened, and his eyes flashed, this time not with anger but with anguish. “I know enough.” His nostrils flared. “What about Alana and what she wants? Are you just going to break her heart and forget about her?”

A lead balloon settled in Mitch’s chest and expanded with every breath. “She doesn’t know what she wants.” He stepped around the coffee table, getting in Blake’s face. “This is her first time in the real world. What she feels is infatuation, nothing more.” He’d convinced himself of the truth overnight...when he’d spent every minute lying awake, smelling the floral scent of her hair.

“She loves you, jackass,” Blake spat.

He swallowed the bile rising in his throat. No. Alana had never been in a relationship before, she wouldn’t have a clue what love was. He wasn’t sure of it himself. All he knew was that what he felt for her was the closest he’d ever come to the emotion. Evidently not close enough to want to settle down.

“Yeah, well, I’m sure she’ll feel the same about the next guy who pays her attention too.” The harsh words burned his throat, and his self-loathing tore at his insides. There were too many reasons to make a clean break and move on with his life. He didn’t want to end up like Ryan—bitter and resentful of his marital status.

“Quit it!” Leah hissed from the far side of the studio stage.

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye and ignored the anger radiating from her direction. She jerked her head toward one of the cameras and shook her head at them in disgust.