Past Midnight (32 page)

Dominic leveled a steady look on Erin. If she wanted to stop it, all she had to do was speak for herself. She didn’t. So he said everything for her. “You most certainly are.”

Craig’s gaze flickered between them. “Are you two really married?”

Dominic smiled, pinning Craig with a look. “Yeah.”

“Have you done this before?” Craig had no illusions now. This was real, not a premise.

“You’re the first.”

Craig’s eyes bore the keen interest of a writer, a journalist, a scientist needing to figure out the cosmos. “How can you actually want to watch your wife with some other guy?”

Dominic felt Erin’s scrutiny, the air suddenly crackling with intensity. He couldn’t remember if she’d asked as directly as Craig. He thought of all the reasons Craig couldn’t possibly know, about Jay, about forcing Erin to see him again as a man, as her husband, about sex being their only connection, and the odd logic of this whole thing being about
them
, not the man who was fucking her. All the things he wasn’t sure he could explain even to himself.

He could say his brain was wired differently, which he believed was true, but it was also the flippant answer one man would give another. While that was good enough for Craig, it wasn’t good enough for Erin.

“Because she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known and I want to see her pleasure. There’s the excitement of the first sex session with someone new, someone attractive and desirable. It’s like reliving something we had years ago. And it’s something we can share together later.”

Erin shifted on the edge of the bunk, pulled her legs closer to herself, and he knew he could lose her this way, that even as he pushed her to see him, to connect with him, to share with him, he risked pushing her further away rather than dragging her closer. Yet he wanted this with her, no one else. With another woman, it would be like watching porn. He wanted to feel it with her, share it, come back to it again in those dark hours past midnight when she usually shut him out with silence.

“That’s all very nice,” Craig said, “but man is inherently territorial. He doesn’t share what’s his.” The guy was a writer, all right, looking for the motivation in everything.

“I’m not territorial.”

Craig snorted. “Everyone’s territorial. What if I’m better than you? What if I make her hotter, make her come harder, longer, make her scream my name instead of yours? What then?”

Craig really was a boy. He had no clue how utterly fucking hot it was for Dominic that his wife was another man’s fantasy. Craig’s younger-man definition of marriage and love and sex had nothing to do with fifteen years together, tragedy tearing you apart, loss, real life, growing up together, living in each other’s pockets, at work, at home, things that couldn’t be found in a chance meeting on a train.

But did Erin know? Or did she see only the tragedy that had destroyed them, feel only the pain? Would he lose her to something that was merely physical?

He willed her to meet his eyes. When she did, he spoke only to her. “It’s about Erin’s pleasure, not your prowess or mine.”

“But wouldn’t it make you totally crazy?” Craig pushed.

“Yes, it’ll make me crazy,” he agreed. “That’s part of the emotion, making it hotter, making me
feel
deeper. And that’s why I’d love it.” He stopped short of saying he loved her. He needed her to feel the emotion without the words, to know it was there, unspoken and waiting for her.

“Excuse me,” Erin broke in, turning both their heads at the same time, “but maybe you should both shut up and let me be the judge.” Then she curled her fingers in the open collar of Craig’s shirt and yanked him close. “Put your money where your mouth is.” Then she smiled, as sexy siren as they come. “Or maybe you should put your mouth where it’ll prove your point.”

Holy shit. They were in for a hell of a ride.

“YOU SHOULD START WITH MY BREASTS,” ERIN SAID SOFTLY, HOLDING Craig’s deep brown gaze. Then she let her eyes slide to Dominic. “Tell him what I like, Dominic.”

Dominic rose from the seat opposite, took a mesmerized step closer. “Pinch her nipples. Hard.”

Equally enthralled, Craig raised a hand, then tweaked her nipple through her T-shirt. Heat zapped from her breast to her clit. Her head falling back, eyes shut, Erin moaned. She was wet. Though it was only verbal and oh so diplomatic, they’d fought over her like rams. That’s how sophisticated men waged a war, a battle of words and wills, not horns.

Because she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.
That’s when Dominic truly won her over.

She had no intention of letting him stand back to watch. If a woman had two men competing for her, she would damn well use them both.

She rose up on her knees, legs spread for balance, and putting a hand to the back of Craig’s neck, she held him to her breast. “Suck me,” she ordered. “Lick me.”

He bit her right through her T-shirt and bra. She gasped, feeling the zing straight down to her pussy. Then she crooked her finger at Dominic. “Come here.”

Kicking aside her boots on the floor, he leaned over her, bracing a hand on the lip of the closed upper bunk as the train swayed and rolled. “I can smell you, you’re so fucking wet.”

She reveled in the heat of his eyes and the flush of need along his cheekbones. “Tell him what I want,” she murmured. He would know. In sex, he knew everything about her. It was everywhere else that he didn’t have a clue.

“Stroke her pussy through her jeans,” he ordered Craig.

Ah, the perfect thing. As he played her nipple with mouth and tongue, Craig put his hand between her legs, running two fingers along the seam of her jeans with precision pressure. Her body liquefied. The train rocked her gently. She left the next step to Dominic. He would be her choreographer.

Even as Craig licked, sucked, and stroked, Dominic cupped the back of her head and covered her lips. He tasted of the mint that came with the dining check. He tasted of desire.

Her body started the rocky climb to orgasm. She clenched and unclenched her butt cheeks, doubling Craig’s action between her legs with her own movements.

Then Dominic backed off, his eyes glittering like obsidian in sunlight. “Not yet.” He’d known how close she was. “Take off her shirt.”

Craig yanked the material from her jeans, shoving his fingers beneath, sliding slowly up her torso, then dashing the T-shirt over her head. As her hair fluttered down over her shoulders and back, he buried his face between her breasts, his breath heating her skin.

Dominic cupped her nape once more. “Now the bra,” he demanded, as if he had a drone to do his bidding.

When her breasts were free, Craig took her nipple in his mouth again.

“Beg me to pinch your other nipple.” Dominic’s words were so low she had to read his lips at the same time.

“Please, Dominic. Pinch me hard. Make me moan.”

He held her gaze as he possessed her between thumb and forefinger. She thought she’d die caught between pleasure and pain, the opposing sensations carrying her higher than each could separately. She felt her moan only as a throaty purr.

Dominic had been right. There was something tenfold with two men. She dropped her gaze from Dominic’s blazing eyes to the blackness of Craig’s hair against her breasts.

“I want his touch on your pussy,” Dominic demanded. “No clothes.”

“Yes, God, yes.”

Fisting his fingers in Craig’s hair, Dominic pulled his head back. His eyes were dazed, as if he’d forgotten the challenge he’d issued Dominic about who would be better. That he’d lost himself in her body, her breasts, and her taste was even hotter, sexier than the challenge itself.

“Remove her jeans and panties.” The command in Dominic’s voice thrummed through her. They’d had so many different kinds of sex in the past month, he in charge, she on top, both of them lost in the sounds and sight of sex and bubbling water. This was different yet again, the two of them vanquishing Craig.

“Fuck, yeah,” Craig said, fumbling with her belt, tearing at the button, yanking on the zipper. His eagerness was unbearably exciting.

Then he grabbed the top of her jeans, tugging them over her hips, the force pulling her down onto her back. When he tossed the clothing aside, he was between her naked thighs and Dominic was on his knees beside her.

“Make her come hard.” Dominic pierced Craig with his gaze. “Just like you advertised, harder and better than she’s ever come in her life.”

Craig’s eyes glittered with male triumph. “She’ll be begging for seconds and thirds.” Then he cupped her butt in big, hot hands and put his mouth to her.

“Oh God.” Her body involuntarily bucked, strained closer, begged for more. No other man had touched her, tasted her, or taken her in seventeen years. She arched her head back into the bunk’s stiff mattress, driven by sensation.

It was utterly terrifying, and it was so good, oh God, so fucking good. But it wasn’t Dominic, Jesus, it wasn’t her husband. She writhed against the unfamiliar tongue, the newness of another’s style, texture, and feel between her legs. When he sucked hard on her clit, she couldn’t feel it, but when he circled and licked, she was close to madness.

She opened her eyes, breath puffing from her parted lips, and Dominic’s features were stark, avid, greedy, his eyes stormy. He fisted his hand in her hair just as he had with Craig and slammed his mouth onto hers. His taste exploded against her tongue, his scent invading her head. He licked, sucked, took, just as Craig did between her legs.

She was taken over, mauled, crushed, and the orgasm was simply there, roaring through her without preamble. She screamed into Dominic’s mouth. Her body pitched and rolled with it.

And his voice was everywhere. “How good? Better than me?”

“Fuck,” was all she could manage. What was she supposed to say? What did he want to hear? Craig’s hands tensed on her ass, then he blew a warm breath on her still quaking flesh.

What the hell did she care what they wanted? This was about her, all her, the body they had to please, the woman they needed to fight over, to win over.

She pitted them against each other. “Yeah, he’s way better than you, sweetie.”

 

 

CRAIG PUNCHED THE AIR. “YES.”

Fuck. Dominic didn’t know what he wanted or expected. His heart beat hard, fast, his dick throbbed with need. He’d felt her go off, and a thrill raced through his blood just as a warning bell rang in his brain.

Sex, love, and connection. What if she really couldn’t separate them all? What if she actually found connection, and it wasn’t with him?

He’d thought to enjoy and get off, go crazy and love it. It was all of those things. But it was more; it was worse. It was frightening.

“My turn,” he whispered to her, hoping he masked the strain in his voice. He knew her body, her buttons, her likes, her needs. But he wasn’t new, he wasn’t different; he was the same thing she’d had over and over since before they were married.

Craig crawled from between her legs with the gleam of victory in his eyes. “She should suck me while you’re licking her, and we can compare that way, too.”

“Go stroke yourself,” Dominic growled.

Erin stretched sinuously on the bed, her skin flushed, her nipples a taut, delicious red, her pussy glistening. His need choked him.

She smiled at him, and he hated the smile. “I want to suck him.”

He knew it was punishment. He wasn’t sure for which crime. Yet his heart rolled in his chest. It had been so fucking hot seeing another man between her legs, feeling her body quiver with the lick of another tongue, taking the cries of orgasm into his mouth, holding her as she was racked with climax. Fuck yes, he wanted to see another cock in her mouth, to watch her suck and know exactly how it felt to be Miller.

Punishment or not, he would have his fantasy. So he took his rightful place between her legs and inhaled the sweetness of her pussy as Craig popped his button fly.

Dominic eased two fingers inside her as the kid shoved down his jeans and briefs, and his cock sprang free.

“Oh my,” she murmured, then glanced down between her legs to gauge Dominic’s reaction.

Craig was decently proportioned, but he wasn’t bigger. “Suck him,” Dominic urged, stroking inside her, riding her G-spot.

Craig kicked off his shoes and shucked his jeans, and Dominic’s heart flamed out as he watched another man’s flesh slide between her lips. First the plum-colored crown, then she shortstroked him with her mouth for several beats before finally taking the hard, thick flesh deep.

Craig groaned. Knees bent, his thigh muscles bunched and strained as she sucked.

Christ yes, it was everything Dominic had imagined and more. He could feel the heat of her mouth as if it were on him, the suction, the ache and need in his balls. She was so goddamn good at it. They’d shared oral-only nights, mixing up their sex life. Sometimes hands only, sometimes a long, hard fuck.

Now he would always have this, the sight of her lips wrapped around Craig Miller’s cock. The kid was as clean-shaven down below as on his face. He wondered how the smoothness of his balls felt against her lips.

Then Craig leaned over, laid a knee on the bunk beside her and cupped her head, steadying her as he forced his cock deeper.

Dominic heard her moan amid the moist sounds of the blow job.

He admitted to competing for her on a purely sexual level, like wild animals fighting to prove they were the better choice. He bent to her clit. She loved the slow ride of her G-spot as he circled the hard, plump button. She didn’t need her clit sucked; she craved friction. Because she was his, he knew another secret. She wouldn’t come while she was sucking cock. He could build her higher and higher, but in the sixty-nine position, she always had to back off before she came. The advantage was his. He would be able to lick her longer, keep her on the edge longer, and her climax would be harder because of it.