Free Dirty Love by Lacey Savage Page B

Trevor's shaft, considering his words as best she could. “But why ?” she asked for the third time. “Why me?"
    The delicious pressure on her pussy eased, and Isy darted a glance Connor's way. Moonlight flickered over his chin, now slick with her juices. His lips glistened. A tremor made the muscles in her belly clench. It drifted lower, to her sex, and lodged there, causing her inner walls to pulse.
    Damn. It wasn't fair that he could elicit the same response from her body with a mere stare as he could with his talented mouth.
    "We fell in love with you,” Connor murmured, so softly Isy had to strain to hear him.
    She barely stifled a gasp. Moonlight didn't quite reach his eyes, but she knew they had to hold that same touch of darkness she'd glimpsed earlier. Only now she understood—it hadn't been arrogance or obstinacy at all. It had been longing. Deep, tumultuous longing for someone he couldn't have.
    For her.
    "The play,” she heard herself say, though the words no longer formed inside her mind but simply streamed from her lips. “It was about me."
    Dear God. The woman she'd been jealous of, the one Connor loved and longed for, was her all along.
    She caught sight of Trevor nodding. “We had multiple candidates at first, women we thought might be persuaded to believe us. You were one of them. I had a small camera on me each time we met, and a microphone. We wanted to learn everything about you. But the more we got to know you, the more things changed for us. None of the others compared to your intelligence. Your beauty. Your inherent sweet nature."
    "This is insane,” she whispered. “You're mad."
    "Madly in love with you,” Connor said. His thumb formed tiny circles around her hardened clit, sending multiple tremors deep into her cunt. “You have no idea what it felt like to watch you with Trevor, to hear your voice, to know I couldn't touch you or be with you."
    "Since I'm older, we knew I'd attract less attention by being in your presence.” Trevor pinched one of her nipples between his fingers. Isy moaned and tossed her head back. “Letting Connor near you would have raised too many questions, sparked too much gossip."
    "So you made sure I went to him instead,” Isy said, all the missing pieces finally clicking together in her head. “You sent the fax this morning."
    "I knew you wouldn't question the assignment, so I made it look like the Medical Board sent it. Forgive me."
    Forgive you? But you haven't done anything wrong.
    Trevor must have read her response in her eyes because he bent his head and claimed her mouth in a smooth glide. Infinitely gentle, he trailed his tongue along the seam of her lips, urging her to open to him. As she did, she felt Connor's mouth on her pussy again, his tongue caressing her cleft, delving deep into the slick, swollen folds of her pussy.
    They thought she was the answer to mankind's prayers. That by fucking her, they might unleash some dormant supernatural power inside of her.
    It sounded like they'd come up with a far-fetched theory, something right out of the yellowed pages of an old comic book. Where was the science? The proof?
    Liquid warmth seeped from her channel. Connor's talented tongue swirled around her entrance, while his fingertip slowly rubbed the tender flesh around her pebbled clit.
    Trevor slanted his head, deepened the kiss. Isy moaned into his mouth and gripped his shaft harder, tugging on the delicate skin.
    She broke the kiss first and pushed him away. He didn't fight her when she leaned in and framed his groin between her hands, or when she gripped his hips and pulled him toward her.
    Connor adjusted to her movements without protest. Her thoughts continued to whirl, to doubt everything they'd told her. But what other explanation could there be for the way they treated her? If this were an elaborate scam, surely they wouldn't have gone to such lengths to convince her they cared for her. They'd have nothing to gain by humiliating her so thoroughly.