Free Girl Gear 1: All Tied Up by Alison Kent

aroused, Lauren inhaled the aroma of the citrus and vanilla massage oil enhanced by the mating of skin.
    Coils of tension unwound, only to tighten anew at the feel of Anton’s heavy sex stroking to the rhythm and the motion of his hands. She wanted him inside her, and reached back with one hand to measure the soft weight of his testicles, to run her thumb over the wet tip of his glans.
    He moved away as she did, and even her soft plea didn’t bring him back. Lauren closed her eyes briefly, steeling herself before she rolled onto her back and propped herself up on her elbows. She wanted to ask why he’d stopped, what she’d done.
    Why did she always jump to the conclusion that it was something she’d done?
    But one glance at Anton and she couldn’t think of anything but the way his skin looked in the room’s candlelight, how the soft fuzz on his chin caught the glow from the flames, as did the blond curls in disarray on the top of his head, the bare dusting of hair that covered his torso.
    He’d sat back on his heels, his hands on his thighs, his sex strong, hard, jutting upward. She wanted him.Desperately. She’d always thought men possessed the more powerful sex drive, but with Anton, she could never get enough.
    Tonight, however, before he’d take her, before he’d allow either one of them the climax to which they’d been building, there was something else he wanted. She knew that about him after all the time they’d been together. Knew, too, the power she held over him with the satisfaction he found in her body.
    Strangely enough, right now, she didn’t care what he wanted. She wanted to be the one in control, to experiment with that power, to discover exactly the depth of that hold. She wanted to stir in Anton an emotional response, to see if he felt any of the unease she was feeling after reading Macy’s list.
    That list…that list had jarred Lauren deeply.
    Out of the dozen items she should know about the man in her life, she couldn’t name but two. She knew him sexually, but intimately? The question prodded her conscience to answer. She refused, and she didn’t like what that refusal said about her commitment, what it said about her as a lover, as a friend.
    She moved up and around on all fours, and she didn’t miss the flare in Anton’s eyes as she crawled behind him, draped her arms over his shoulders and pressed her breasts to his back.
    She moved her hands over his collarbone, rubbed light circles over his chest with her thumbs. “I was thinking about your hands.”
    She nipped at his earlobe, slid her palms with tormenting leisure down his torso. “Thinking how much I enjoy your touch.”
    She reached down, teased his erection with flutteringfingers. “Thinking how lucky I am to have you in my life.”
    Anton’s shoulders remained rigid under her ministrations. He didn’t believe her. She was going to have to confess the error of her ways. “And I was wondering how long it would be before Macy ended up in bed with Leo.”
    Anton turned his head, his chin brushing her cheek. “Macy and Leo? Are you serious?”
    She slowed for a moment, then picked up her stroking rhythm again, her fingers moving up to tug lightly at the hair covering his chest. “It was just a random thought, so no, not really. Why? You don’t think they could get something going?”
    “No. I don’t.”
    Lauren’s hands stilled. Her fingers slid up and off his shoulders. She sat back and crossed her legs, wondering if he didn’t know she would come to the defense of her friend. “I think you’re jumping the gun. From the way things looked earlier tonight, they seemed to be hitting it off without a snag.”
    Anton turned to face her, pulling her crossed legs forward and into his lap. “Don’t take this as a slam against Macy, Lauren, but you’ve seen the women Leo dates. Macy’s not in his social league. She’s not his type physically. And she doesn’t exactly come equipped with the résumé he’s used