Free By the Book by Scarlett Parrish Page B

farther south.
    He blinked, lowered his mouth to Georgia’s again, mercifully occupying himself with something other than me.
    He’d been waiting to see if I would undress. And of course I would. I had to. Georgia and I had fucked with most of our clothes still on, on many an occasion, but here? Now? It wouldn’t be much of a threesome if anything remained against skin but someone else’s body.
    And Daniel had paused to see if I’d be able to undress not only with him in the room, but with him watching.
    Though my head spun, my heart thumped, and my hands trembled, there was one part of me that made nakedness, a condom, and getting inside Georgia a priority. Daniel, Daniel, Daniel , went round and round my head, but not enough to give me performance anxiety. If anything, the dizziness, the increased heart rate, the tremors were all a result of anticipation, not fear.
    I hauled my jeans and shorts off as quickly as I could, not giving myself time to think about anything I shouldn’t think about, and turned away to open the bedside table drawer.
    Just get the damned thing on, Hutton. You can do this. You can do this.
    Talking myself through it worked. As long as I didn’t think about undressing with Daniel there. Getting a condom on with him less than a foot away. Fucking my girlfriend with his hands on her.
    “Reece…” She moaned another’s name into Daniel’s kiss, and I ached for her even more, wondering if I appeared schoolboy amateurish in my attempt to get her finally, completely naked.
    Georgia’s body was there for us to play with, and yet she played us both, hooking one ankle back over my leg, curving an arm round Daniel’s neck and pulling him closer.
    At least he wasn’t looking at me while I pushed into Georgia, teasing her soaking wet pussy with only the first couple of inches. I wanted to ask if it was me or Daniel or both of us who had that effect on her, but it took all my concentration to hold her hip in place as she tried to rock back against me.
    Usually in this position she reached back for my thigh, a hand, anything to get some kind of control over how fast I moved, how deep the angle. But as soon as her arm twitched, as soon as her hand lifted off Daniel, he wrapped a hand round her wrist and fought to bring it back to him.
    The tension from wrist to shoulder told me she resisted, but against Daniel there was no point. No chance.
    He broke their kiss, and I stopped, waiting to see what he’d say or do.
    But nothing. Nothing except a quick glance at me and all my nervousness wasn’t there anymore and I didn’t know why. I parted my lips as I pushed into Georgia another inch, and even when she moaned, he didn’t look at her. He watched me. Not the hand on Georgia’s hip to hold her steady. Not the knee nudging her leg up to allow me more control. My eyes.
    And the moment died, as did Georgia’s pretense of not wanting Daniel’s hand on her. She gave and fell against him, a hand in his hair pulling him closer.
    He muttered something, a muffled few words against her face, and she nodded. She pushed back against me, or at least her hips tried to; her muscles tensed, but I held her still.
    “Do you?” he murmured. Again she nodded, and he laughed. A quiet huff of laughter against her face, and his hand came to rest on her waist, the backs of his fingers grazing my abs when I pushed all the way into Georgia.
    I gasped and let the three of us believe it was a reaction to being inside her. It had happened many times before, but no one who saw her naked would ever treat the hundredth time as any less electrifying than the first.
    Not every time had Daniel as a witness.
    Being inside her with one hand on her hip, his hand close enough to make contact if I moved a certain way, threw my concentration. The only thing I could do was try to move him away without touching him, to lie down behind Georgia, slip my arm under hers, fingertips nestling against the ridge of her collarbone. And pull her