Free After the Crux by Dani Worth Page B

mouth over the muscle that connected his shoulder to his neck, Jenna couldn’t stop the gasp that flew out of her mouth. Dorian was making too much noise to hear, but Ross turned his head slightly, his eyes zeroing in on hers.
    Something in that gaze told her he liked knowing she was watching. Dorian turned his head, seeking Ross’s mouth and Ross looked down at him. His profile was clear from her position and his incredible need, love and desire for Dorian made her heart skip a beat.
    Jenna unbuttoned the top of her jeans and slid the zipper down. She watched as Ross reached down to grab Dorian’s pants and pull out the little bottle of olive oil she’d tucked into Dorian’s pocket that morning. She’d seen the way Dorian watched him last night and knew he would corner Ross at some point. Seems it had been the other way around. She wondered how Ross had known that oil was in Dorian’s pocket. She grinned.
    Ross poured some on his fingers, and Jenna’s hand slid inside her pants as she watched him kiss Dorian’s back while his hand readied Dorian for him. She’d never seen anything this hot. Ever. Her fingers slipped into her own folds and she rubbed back and forth, while she watched with bated breath as Ross slowly entered Dorian. Dorian had gone silent, his face tilted toward her. She watched as emotions washed over his face, his eyes closed, mouth open, eyebrows furrowed. When Ross was in all the way, Dorian let out a groan that ripped through her gut as his face slid into that look of abject pleasure that always enthralled her.
    Ross pulled back and pushed in, his hands on Dorian’s hips. A hoarse cry escaped Dorian’s mouth, the sound unfiltered and raw.
    Ross paused, voice tight. “Am I hurting you?”
    “No,” Dorian gasped, shook his head. “It’s good.”
    Ross growled and pulled the tie from Dorian’s hair. Black curls spilled over Ross’s hands, causing him to groan and lean over Dorian’s back. Ross nuzzled the side of his neck, nipped his back, then slid his mouth down over his shoulder. He reached around and wrapped his hand around Dorian’s cock. Dorian’s cry turned into a rumbling growl like Ross’s.
    Jenna held her breath as heat flooded her body, her knees growing weak. She gave up trying to be quiet. The guys wouldn’t hear anyway, not with the groans and sounds of flesh slapping flesh. She couldn’t take her eyes off them and her orgasm came swift and hard. She smacked her free hand over her mouth and fell back onto the floor, spent. She sprawled there, dazed, listening as the shower off Ross’s room started up. She smiled at the sounds of teasing and laughter. When arms slid under her, she gasped, her eyes flying open. Dorian’s grinning face, his warm arms. Ross’s kiss…
    “Think it’s time you joined us,” Ross said, standing her on her feet.
    She should have joined them in the shower—probably had mud in her hair—but she didn’t care. They were happy. She hadn’t heard Ross laughing so much in years.
    Dorian chuckled as he swept her up and carried her in front of the fireplace.
    “We are so keeping this as the bedroom,” she said as she crawled into the big bed with her men.

Chapter Eight
    Late that afternoon, Ross mulled over how much to share with the rest of the family as he backed the truck up to the front door so they could finally unload it. His leg was still pretty sore and he was sure the crazy amount of sex he’d been having wasn’t helping.
    But he sure as hell didn’t care, wasn’t about to stop.
    He’d imagined what sex was like, had come many times by his own hand, but nothing had prepared him for the reality. The incredible pleasure of another warm body—or two—the feel of slick skin and the kisses. The kisses were the best part. He could exist on them alone.
    Putting his hand on the handle of the door, he chuckled as his groin responded to his thoughts. Apparently, he was trying to make up for years of lost time.
    Gwen and Elijah came