Free Rock You Like a Hurricane: Stormy Weather, Book 1 by Lena Matthews and Liz Andrews

tempting. The soft brush of Greg’s hand over her nape as he pulled her hair to the side and settled his lips close to her ear. “I want you to touch him.”
    Greg’s words, in that oh-so proper British accent, telling her to do something so dirty, had her pussy clench with pleasure. Olivia didn’t wait to ask if he was serious, she took him at his word. She reached down and stroked her fingers over the bulge in Jack’s crotch.
    “Fuck.” The word escaped from Jack’s lips.
    His pleasure pleased her. “You like?”
    “You know I do.”
    Olivia turned to glance over her shoulder at Greg. “Do you like?”
    “I like that you do.”
    Pretty words, but empty ones at best. “That’s not an answer.”
    “It’s answer enough,” Jack jumped to Greg’s defense.
    “For now.” She decided she wouldn’t push either of them for now, not when they were so willing to give her what she wanted.
    “Lift your arms. I want to see more of you.” Greg grasped the hem of her shirt and tugged. Without hesitation she did as he ordered and allowed him to pull the cotton shirt up and off. Her nipples peaked at the cold air, even behind the heavy support of her bra.
    Greg’s hands spanned her waist for a brief moment before stroking up to her covered breasts and cupping them in his large hands.
    “Damn, I love your breasts.” The compliment and hint of awe came from Jack, who stared with rapt attention.
    “You can’t even—” she gasped for a moment when Greg squeezed the taut nipples, “—see them.”
    “I can fix that.” Greg moved upward and pushed the material of her bra down, popping her breasts from their barriers.
    “Beautiful.” Jack leaned forward and swiped his tongue over one of the distended tips. She moaned and shifted. Olivia wanted more than the teasing and light touches.
    “Please, I want…”
    “We’ll give you everything you want, Liv.”
    A sharp crack of lightning shattered the sensual spell she’d been under. The thunderous sound frightened Olivia, causing her to jump and turn her head to peer at the window. For a brief moment she’d forgotten about the hurricane brewing. Jack caught her chin in his head and turned her attention back to him. “You’re not going to worry about the storm raging outside, do you hear me? What’s happening here and now is all you need to think about.”
    “Storm.” Put that way, how could she not? “What storm?”
     
    “That’s my girl.” Jack didn’t want Liv to think of anything other than what he and Greg had in store for her.
    “Am I the only one removing clothing tonight?”
    “Is that the way you want it?”
    “No. I want to see both of you.”
    “Then see us both you shall,” Greg said from behind her.
    Jack was not the type who needed to be told twice. He rose to his knees and began to disrobe. His simple outfit made it a quick and seamless duty, allowing him to enjoy the sight of Liv finishing what Greg had started. It took Jack nothing more than a few seconds to unbutton and unzip his jeans, before giving them a hard shove, briefs and all, down his lean legs. He stepped out of the puddle of fabric and made his way to the foot of the bed, where he stood to watch Liv wriggling out of her own jeans.
    She probably would have had an easier time of it if she’d stood up as he had, but Jack couldn’t deny the pleasure he took in watching his voluptuous woman wiggle about on the bed. Her motions made all of her jiggly parts even jigglier, and he was a man who enjoyed a good jiggle.
    That was one of the best things about dating a full-figured woman. There was always more cushion for the pushin’. Although that was one of his favorite phrases, he knew better than to say it aloud. He somehow doubted Liv would see the compliment in it, even though his erection was giving a standing ovation.
    When it seemed as if she were about to lose the battle of jeans, Jack reached forward and grabbed hold of the leg of her jeans. “Let me help you with