Free Moonlight Mirage: Bandicoot Cove 2 by Sami Lee Page B

body and Ty’s, shamelessly displaying herself for his—and Mitch’s—visual enjoyment.
    A whisper of cool night air brushed over the tips of her breasts, causing the already puckered flesh to tauten. Ty drove his finger all the way inside her primed channel, and Hayley thrust into the touch instinctively, rocking to the pace of his plundering, imagining—God help her—that it would soon be Mitch driving into her wetness. She’d promised him, after all. If he did this, she would do anything he asked, any way he wanted her to do it.
    The very thought caused her inner muscles to spasm. Ty groaned, enjoying her response. Hayley bit her lip and stared at the place where Ty now added a second finger and began driving them in and out of her body. She was suddenly afraid to look at Mitch again. What if she was wrong? What if he wasn’t turned on? Worse, what if he was disgusted by her behavior?
    Holding her breath, Hayley once again glanced over at the edge of the pool. Mitch was leaning against the trunk of the palm tree now, as though his legs had grown weak. As Hayley watched, he lowered his fly and took out his erect cock. It was long and thick and so red with arousal Hayley could see its flushed state even in the meager light. He grabbed it at the base and squeezed, as though forcing himself not to come. Hayley sensed his gaze upon her face, unwavering, as he slowly began stroking up and down.
    Hayley convulsed around Ty’s fingers, so excited was she by the sight of Mitch masturbating. “So wet,” Ty said. “Do you want him to watch while I fuck you?”
    Instead of answering right away, Hayley raised her eyes until they connected with Mitch’s. She let the question hang in the air between them, giving him the opportunity to say no. To stop this before it went further than he wanted it to. Mitch said nothing. He merely stared back at her, his eyes growing hooded as he continued to slowly pump his erection in his fist.
    “Hales?”
    At some point Ty had donned a condom. Now, his shaft rested at her entrance, a demand and a request at once. Hayley tore her gaze from Mitch, transferring it to Ty. She’d never seen him appear anything other than devilishly self-assured, but now there was uncertainty in his whisky-brown eyes. Briefly, he glanced over his shoulder at Mitch, then back at Hayley. “You want me to stop?”
    Although she wasn’t at all sure what she wanted anymore, Hayley shook her head. She couldn’t speak over the lump that had formed in her throat. He wasn’t going to prevent this.
    Mitch wasn’t going to fight Ty for her.
     
    Never in his life had Mitch had to battle so hard against his primal instincts. He wanted to rush over to the couple in the water and tear them apart. The need to curl his hands around Ty Butler’s throat and squeeze was like a living, fire-breathing dragon inside him. The thought that he might just kill the guy if he laid a hand on him stopped Mitch from doing it—that and the knowledge that this was what Hayley wanted. She wanted her freedom, and in exchange she would give herself to him afterward.
    It was the anticipation of afterward that had Mitch’s cock pulsing in his hand, that had that hand moving as though of its own accord—up and down, over and over again. In the water, Hayley arched her body, opening it to the man who stepped between her thighs. Mitch forced himself to believe the other man didn’t matter. Hayley was beautiful, and she was his. He would show her how completely he could make her his.
    Afterward.
    This was just…foreplay.
    A moan fell out of Hayley’s lips as Ty entered her, a long, slow sound of pleasure that skittered over Mitch’s senses. If Butler had been anything other than gentle in his movements, Mitch might have given in to his instincts and beat the man to a pulp. But he rocked into Hayley with a hypnotic rhythm that made her eyes drift closed and her head fall backward. Her enjoyment was so obvious it delighted Mitch—and killed