Free Sharing Hailey by Samantha Ann King

muscle in her body taut with expectation, her orgasm just out of reach. “Tony—”
    “Is sleeping.” He bit her earlobe a little harder then licked it. His voice got even lower. “Would it bother you if he watched?”
    The orgasm exploded over her in answer, stunning her with it suddenness. Warm juices spilled over his hand as she bucked against it, unable to control the spasms racking her. When it was all over except the small after-twitches, she collapsed against Mark’s chest.
    “You smell like him,” he murmured. “I like it—the scent of all three of us on you.”
    Her sex got heavy and achy again at his words. “Mark?”
    “Yeah, babe?”
    “I need you inside me.”
    Tony’s voice carried softly from the door of the guesthouse. “Then I suggest that you bring it inside.”
    Hailey almost came again when she languidly turned her head to see him leaning against the door frame just a few feet away. His white boxer briefs glowed in the moonlight and contrasted with his tanned skin. Although she couldn’t see the expression in his eyes, she could feel the intensity of his gaze, and she knew he’d watched Mark touching her, pleasuring her. He’d watched her come.
    “You up for that?” Mark asked softly against her ear. “I need to be inside you, but he’s right. If I’m really fucking you, I can’t protect you from eyes out here.” His head jerked to the guesthouse. “In there, it’s just you, me and Tony. Or we can take it to your room, just you and me.”
    She was a slut. She wanted both of them. Her mouth was dry, making it difficult to speak. “Your place.”
    His cock jerked against her back.
    “I guess that was the right answer,” she gasped.
    “Any answer you give me is right.”
    His hand slipped out of her shorts, and he zipped and buttoned them. He took his time arranging her shirt back over her breasts, kissing her neck and shoulders as he worked, his roughened fingers stimulating her smooth skin and driving her almost insane with want. Finally he pushed the straps back up her arms to her shoulders.
    He stood and held out a hand to help her to her feet. “It’s time,” he said as he touched her chin with one finger and lifted her face, pressing her to look at him. “You sure about this? We can wait.”
    She groaned and, standing on tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his neck. “God, no, I don’t want to wait.”
    His arms tightened briefly. Then he took her hand again and led her to the sliding door, where Tony stood waiting for them. Tony pushed aside the vertical blinds, and they entered the cottage.
    The sliding glass door thumped shut behind her. The lock clicked.
    A quilt and a pillow were balled up on the futon. The sheets and quilt on the bed were in disarray. Someone had slept restlessly…if at all. Mark?
    He led her to the king-size bed. Suddenly shy, she sat nervously on the edge, legs tightly closed, fingers digging into the soft white sheets. Beneath lowered eyes, she watched Tony cross the room, pushing his briefs down over his thighs and kicking them off as he moved.
    Mark squatted in front of her, his hands resting on her thighs. “Are you sure about this?” he asked. “I can wait.”
    His sincerity blew her away. No way was she leaving this wonderful man unsatisfied. He’d given her so much. He meant so much to her. She touched the tip of her finger to his bottom lip and lightly traced his mouth.
    In answer, she crawled backward to the middle of the bed, making room for both of them.
    Her gaze swung from Mark, still in his boxer briefs, to Tony, nude. All of that eye candy. Every bit of it hers. How the hell would she handle it? Tony’s cock was as hard and ready as Mark’s. Except Mark’s remained hidden beneath his boxer briefs. What was he waiting for?
    Her.
    She crawled back to the edge of the bed and rose to her knees in front of him. Her gaze locked with his. She loved his eyes, especially when they were on her. She