Free The Stowaway by Jade Archer Page B

caresses.
    “You’re so beautiful,” she breathed as she continued to touch and explore.
    Devlynn leaned in. “So are you,” he whispered against the sweet spot just below her ear, and Arek saw her shiver in response as Devlynn left a small kiss behind.
    Still kissing the long column of her neck, Devlynn manoeuvred in behind her and began to free the closures at the front of Rachel’s tunic until he could push the gaping material aside and down her arms—leaving her gloriously bare and exposed. Her nipples tightened in the cooler air, growing to stiff peaks. Then Devlynn cupped her breasts and brushed his thumb across the hard nubs and her head fell back against his shoulder with a sigh of bliss. She reached back, running her fingers through his hair tenderly, pushing into his hands.
    Arek tore his gaze away from Rachel and focused on Devlynn for a moment. He looked delicious holding Rachel against him. Hair tousled. Cheeks flushed. Eyes bright and smouldering with passion.
    Suddenly, Devlynn’s heated brown eyes looked directly at him and Arek felt his heart jolt at the lust and longing and desperate need in his gaze. Now was not the time for half measures of stifled desire. He wanted to see Devlynn naked and lost in passion every bit as much as he wanted to see Rachel that way. Denying them both would just be stupid. And Arek was through with being stupid.
    “You too. Take off your shirt,” Arek growled, watching Devlynn’s reaction closely.
    The rough command seemed to be just what Devlynn wanted to hear. Rachel appeared to like the idea too as she moved aside to watch. In seconds, his tunic was stripped over his head. His sleek, muscular chest made Arek ache to reach out and caress along the solid pectorals and brush his thumb over the tiny nubs at their centre.
    Arek didn’t even try to hold back his moan.
    Suddenly, Rachel was there, kissing gently at the lobe of his ear then whispering softly against it like a mischievous sprite from the Marshan sector. “Kiss him.”
    Arek leant forward as if under a compulsion, but before he could make more than a few inches, Devlynn was already there. As if a pressure release valve had been opened, Devlynn was suddenly kissing him. Hard and aggressive. A fight for dominance that Arek met wholeheartedly until it was all thrusting tongues and nipping teeth and fierce moans.
    Finally, Arek managed to take control, but it was a wild, tentative kind of control that threatened to break at any second. And he loved it. The challenge. The thrill of possession and the promise of being overcome at any second.
    Arek locked Devlynn’s head firmly between his hands so he could plunder Devlynn’s mouth at will. Devlynn moaned and surrendered to the demanding kiss, but at the same time his own hands cruised up to Arek’s nipples and began teasing them mercilessly.
    It was so good. So wonderful. Then he felt Rachel working on the fastenings of his trousers. The exquisite torture of her touch as she freed his cock, followed by the bliss of her stroking along his aching shaft almost had him exploding right then and there. Arek raised himself up on his knees, thrusting into her hand, and found himself bumping into Devlynn’s hard cock.
    Rachel wrapped her hands around them both so their cocks were rubbing together—holding them and stroking them with just enough pressure. She swiped the sensitive heads of their cocks with her thumb and Arek thought he was going to shoot right then and there.
    Fortunately for his ego, Devlynn broke the kiss first. “Oh, gods! I want…I need—”
    “What?” Rachel asked in her seductive whisper. “What do you want, Dev?”
    Devlynn was looking lost and bewildered and so damn needy it stole Arek’s breath completely.
    “Rachel?” Devlynn begged.
    Rachel’s eyes softened and she opened her arms. As Devlynn fell into them she kissed him, and Arek nearly shot again. Only by wrapping his fist around his cock and squeezing did he stop himself. Fuck,