Free Being Amber by Sylvia Ryan Page A

best look of censure and a growl. “Who’s the brat now?” he warned her. She smiled at him but quickly turned her attention back to Journey.
    Emily crawled her way up Journey’s body until her lips closed in slowly on Journey’s. The profile of the two women as their lips met was a feast for the eyes. He watched their long, gentle kiss intently. The occasional peeks of tongue as they twined in the recesses of each other’s mouths, stirred him. The women shared each other’s air and moaned into each others’ mouths.
    When Emily separated her lips from the other woman’s, she lowered her kisses to Journey’s neck and then lower to her chest.
    Emily’s seduction was a performance. Rock could have come in his boxers when she bit down on one of Journey’s nipples. In response, Journey arched her back up for more. The reaction was sheer perfection. A visual moment in time that would never leave him.
    Emily continued her trails of kisses down Journey’s body, occasionally replacing a kiss with a lick or a bite. Then she stuck the tip of her tongue into Journey’s navel.
    With a sweet moan, Journey brought her hands up and tangled them in Emily’s black-and-purple curls. As Emily’s ministrations traveled further south, Journey’s body swayed under the slow advance and retreat of Emily’s fingers, and the talents of Emily’s mouth.
    Watching every moment, Rock remembered Emily mentioning she’d been able to coax three fingers into Journey the last time they were together. He’d raised an eyebrow in response and laughed. “Let me know when you’ve worked your way up to fisting and then we’ll talk.” A jolt of lust had him clenching his teeth as he refocused to where Emily’s hands worked Journey.
    Fuck! His cock was going to explode just thinking about it.
    Journey neared her peak, and Rock traced his gaze up to her face.
    Sweet little mouse . He loved the expression on Journey’s face when she came. It held a strange combination of acquiescence and triumph while the orgasm nourished her, coloring her cheeks and giving her what she needed to thrive.
    While she hovered right on the edge of her orgasm, Journey let go of Emily’s hair and grabbed his hand. The pale hand squeezed his tightly as she reached for her orgasm. Her body was fixed as she stretched to reach the zenith. She froze for a few seconds then suddenly, she tumbled, falling, crying out in her meager mouse voice. Pleasure and love whirled fiercely within him at the sight of the two women in his life.
    Journey eventually crumpled and Emily collapsed onto the bed next to him.
    Rock laughed a slow, menacing chuckle. Now Emily was going to suck him as repayment for her earlier teasing. He cupped the nape of her neck.
    “Come here, Em…”

 
    Chapter 6
     
    Every morning since moving to Amber, Jaci woke up tunneled into Xander’s body like it was a cocoon that surrounded and protected her from the outside world. This morning, the weight of his iron arm caged her as she lay there awake, unmoving because she wanted to soak up his…his what? What was it he gave her by holding her while they slept? She didn’t know exactly how to describe it, but it was comfortable and safe and every morning, she never wanted it to end. But sadly, it always did.
    When Xander left the bed after their first night sleeping together, she had the chance to see all of him in the light of day and she almost groaned aloud. With only a pair of shorts on, she saw that his body was perfection, powerful and sexy. He was tall and lean. His tanned skin stretched taut over his frame showing all the intricate cuts and edges of his anatomy. His shoulders and chest were broad and every muscle in his torso showed above the low-slung waistband of his shorts. When she looked at him with the morning light framing him, it was as if she admired the flawless art of God. He took her breath away. Her favorite part of her new life in the Amber Zone was waking up every morning engulfed by