Free Wild Nights by Jaci Burton

do, or you just want me to stop, then say so so. I hear ‘no’ loud and clear.”
    She nodded, saw Mike step into the outer viewing room and cast her gaze back down at Denver. “I won’t say no.”
    Denver’s gaze went dark, his hands grazing along her ankles. “Good.” His voice had gone deep and she felt a little thrill, though she wasn’t sure if it was because Denver was rubbing her feet or because Mike had taken a seat in the front row of the voyeur room.
    She could see Mike clearly. He’d settled in, leaned back in one of the wide chairs, his legs spread and his arms resting on the chair. He didn’t seem uncomfortable or irritated. He seemed like anyone else watching their play—interested. Several other people had started to file in and take seats, but Grace ignored them, her gaze riveted on Mike. She wanted to know what he was thinking—was he angry, did he care at all, or did the fact that she was about to fuck his friend not matter?
    And why did she care? Dammit, why did it matter to her what he thought, when it shouldn’t? Wasn’t this the reason she was in this room with Denver in the first place?
    Focus, Grace. Focus on the man you’re with, not the man on the other side of the window.
    Tearing her gaze away from Mike, she looked down at Denver, watching him smooth his hands over her calves, kneading her muscles with a gentle squeeze.
    “That feels good,” she said.
    “Spread your legs a little, baby,” he said, using his shoulder to nudge her thigh.
    Tonight she wore a short red dress, tight and clingy. She knew as soon as she spread her legs the dress would hike all the way up to her crotch. She did, and it did.
    She hadn’t worn panties.
    “Damn,” Denver whispered. “You have a pretty little pussy, Grace.” He leaned forward, resting his arms on her thighs and pushing the hem of her dress up and over her hips. His warm breath washed across her thighs.
    Grace couldn’t help it—her gaze flitted to Mike again, wanting to gauge his reaction. Track lighting in the voyeur room showcased those watching for those exhibiting. It made it exciting for people on both sides. Mike’s expression was clearly outlined, but once again hegave her no clue what he was thinking—there was neither anger nor pleasure on his face.
    “Scoot your ass down this way a little,” Denver urged, reaching under her to cup her ass cheeks and pull her forward. His hands were warm and she forced herself to look at the man pleasuring her, not the man watching.
    Denver grinned. “Baby, go ahead and look at him if that turns you on.”
    “What?”
    “Look at Mike.”
    “I’m not…I’m not looking at Mike.”
    Denver ran his palms over the inside of her thighs, his thumbs precariously close to her pussy. “Yeah, you are. I know you wish he was here instead of me.”
    She had muted the sound between the rooms. It was her choice whether to connect the audio portion of the two rooms or not, so at the moment Mike couldn’t hear what was being said between her and Denver. She laid her hand on his head, smoothing her palm over the softness of his dark hair. “I don’t wish anyone was here but you right now, Denver.”
    “You’re not a very good liar, Grace. And I’m not emotionally invested in this, so quit worrying about hurting my feelings. You won’t.”
    She didn’t know what to say. Had she been subconsciously wishing Mike had dragged her in here? God, she didn’t know the answer. “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be, because I’m still going to make you come. And I’m still going to fuck you good and hard until I come. So believe me, baby, you have nothing to apologize for. You just look at Mike and make him wish he was in here with you instead of me.”
    Denver turned around and shot a quick glance at the window, then back at her. “Though I think he’s probably already wishing that.”
    “Doesn’t seem to be.” She shouldn’t care. Not when Denver was moving his hands so close to her clit, his