Free Bet on Ecstasy by Stacey Kennedy Page A

sounds and the wet sucking noises around them. The feel of him driving into her, the erotic smells drifting through the air, and the primal nature of how he took her all set her aflame.
    One of his hands left her bottom, and then there was a tug on her hair, right before he removed her blindfold. “Watch yourself while I fuck you.” His voice deepened. “See what I see.”
    The moment the darkness cleared to clarity, she caught sight of herself in the large mirror above the chair she held on to, and her breath caught in her throat. She’d never looked at herself during sex before. Now she looked all mussed.
    Brock’s thrusts increased in speed and force. He gripped her bottom and spread her cheeks apart. “Do you see your face, kitten? Do you see your flushed cheeks? How your lips are parted, drawing in deep breaths? The way your eyes are begging me to take you harder?”
    Yes, she could see all those things.
    Instead of answering him, she looked into the mirror, and behind her, Brock’s piercing eyes bore into hers with an intensity that made her burn. Then she caught sight of Smith, who leaned against the staircase. He had re-dressed in his black pants but had remained shirtless.
    Brock withdrew his cock, drawing her attention to him. He thrust forward with punishing strength. “This is what I see when I fuck you, Kyra.” He leaned down, pressing the full weight of his body against her sweaty back, and whispered in her ear, “It drives me crazy.”
    Perhaps it was that velvety voice, or maybe even that both men watched her now, but that’s all it took to blast her into orgasm. She trembled, screamed, and gripped the armrests as pleasure surged into every molecule of her body. Brock thrust against her until he shouted against his own climax, and behind her, his body jerked and bucked.
    Not until a finger trailed her spine did her thoughts return. Kyra tried to catch her breath, feeling boneless. Brock withdrew from her, sliding his hand over her bottom. She straightened. “God, no.”
    A well-deserved arrogant smirk filled Brock’s face. “Had enough for now?”
    “Yes,” she said, breathless. “I cannot possibly survive another orgasm.” Even if that was only half the reason she wanted him to stop.
    With a low, sexy chuckle, which had her rethinking her decision to tell him to stop, Brock removed his hand. A loud snort came across the room, and she looked over Brock’s shoulder to Smith.
    The side of his mouth curved. “You are a clever woman.”
    Brock’s brow furrowed as he watched Smith, and then his eyes narrowed on Kyra. “Let me take a guess, Smith made you come twice tonight, didn’t he?”
    “Yes. Why?” She batted her lashes. “Is that a problem?”
    Brock frowned. “I do remember Smith telling you that we take our bets seriously. Are you ever going to let one of us win?”
    She hesitated, then smiled. “Not tonight.”
    Smith barked a laugh, approaching her. “The bathroom is down the hallway—third door on your right. Brock ran you a bath before he joined us.”
    Her belly fluttered at how neither of them rejected the thought of another night with her. She damn well wanted more too. Hearing their story, learning of their difficult past, and even that they were so close they lived together, it all intrigued her. She wanted to know what made them tick, the lives behind the millionaires. Then she took in what Smith said and frowned. “You’re not joining me in the bath?”
    Brock tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled gently. “We have to spend a little time working tonight. Once you’re done, we’ll likely be finished.”
    Her chest constricted as the sudden familiarity of his words sent a wave of discomfort to steal her happiness. “Okay,” she managed through her tight throat.
    Brock gave her bottom a hard smack and her a quick peck on the lips before he turned away to fetch his clothes. After Smith mirrored the light kiss, they strode down the hallway and entered the