Free The Power of Three by Jessica E. Subject Page B

I’ve seen Lianna and Lewis—my mates, my lovers.” A wave of sorrow threatened to wash over him, but one glimpse of the sparkle in her eyes brought back his immediate need.
    “You’ve been spying on us for a year?” Bo turned to his wife. “I don’t believe this shit about being trapped, but there could be hidden cameras in your statues. I swear, Delayna. I’m throwing every single one of them away as soon as we get this whackjob out of the house.”
    “Please, Bo.” She whispered something in his ear and he smiled until he caught Oscar looking at him.
    Bo stood up, letting the pillow fall to the floor. “Like what you see?”
    He smiled, taking in the man’s full figure, each rippled muscle, his thick arms, legs, and luscious cock. “Oh, yeah.”
    Delayna giggled again, tossing the sheet aside. She spun around as if eager for him to see all she had to offer.
    Yet he already knew and was eager to sample. Oh, to be sandwiched between these two .
    Bo scowled, but his betraying shaft stood up even straighter. “So, what the hell do we do now? How do we get you back to wherever-the-fuck you’re from?”
    An idea formed in his mind, one that would leave him satisfied in so many ways. These two had set him free from his prison of stone gargoyles. Perhaps they could send him back to his sanctuary as well? “A ménage? It was your combined touch that unleashed me in the first place.”
    Bo’s face turned red. With clenched fists, he stepped closer, his nostrils flared. “Get. Out.”
    Delayna squeezed between them. If only they could move that position to the bed, against a wall, anywhere.
    “Maybe…if he just watches…?” She chewed on her bottom lip, making him yearn for a taste. If her flavor matched her scent, he would sample cherries with every lap of his tongue. Gods, let’s get started .
    Bo grabbed her shoulders. “You believe him?”
    She nodded. “He appeared out of nowhere. You saw it, too.”
    Glancing down at the crumbled statue, Bo sighed.
    “It might be exciting to have someone watch us. You always like to try new things.” She stroked his pole then moved to the side, waving Oscar closer. “And maybe you could teach him some of your stellar moves.”
    Oscar had been watching long enough to know all the man’s moves. He wanted to experience them for himself, sample every inch of their bodies, but saying so would most likely halt Bo’s evident arousal.
    Dropping to her knees, Delayna took her husband’s rod into her mouth.
    Oscar moaned, imagining her moist lips circling his own dick. Bo grabbed her hair, thrusting in and out of her mouth. She sucked hard, taking him in all the way to his balls. That-a-girl .
    Oscar turned his attention to her rounded backside, wanting to spear her still juicy hole with his straining cock, but would the other man appreciate that yet? Was he ready for a ménage?
    Standing up, she nudged her husband onto the bed then crawled on top of him. Oscar groaned, watching the sway of her hips, his erection painful.
    She tumbled to the side.
    “No. There’s no way you’re exposing your ass to him. I want to see what he’s doing at all times.”
    She spun around, rising onto all fours to face Oscar. “Does this work for you?”
    Oscar caught her sly grin along with her wink. Oh, she’s a naughty one .
    “Much better.” Bo rammed into her from behind, grasping her hips and grinding his body against hers with incessant rhythm, as if showing off his prowess.
    Oscar grasped his dick and stroked himself, eager to get off. The man did have moves. Yet, as much as he enjoyed watching them fuck, he yearned to be involved.
    Delayna lifted a hand off the bed and crooked a finger at him, licking her lips. With two strides, he stood facing her. If she was willing, he wouldn’t refuse. She grabbed his shaft and drew him past her lips. His knees grew weak; it had been too long since he’d been inside anyone’s sweet mouth.
    She sucked him into her moist heat until he hit