Free Their Virgin Concubine, Masters of Ménage, Book 3 by Shayla Black, Lexi Blake Page A

shook his head. “I can only think of you.”
    Yep, he was the charmer. “Right. So…what exactly are you two saying? I don’t understand how all this works.”
    Kade sighed and moved closer. “Piper, I’ve had a lot of women. I tried to bring them pleasure, but I was never tempted to develop our time together into anything more than a pleasurable romp. You’re different.”
    She shook her head, refusing to go there with him. “I might be naïve, but I’m not dumb. You’re a billionaire. You’re royalty. I’m from a West Texas town that often smells like the backside of a horse. You don’t have to promise me anything. I’m interested in physical relations, too.”
    That was as delicately as she could put it.
    “You want to fuck?” Kade asked. He didn’t seem to have a delicate bone in his body.
    She flushed. She’d rarely heard that word uttered before she’d come to Dallas. “I find you both attractive.”
    “I do not know about fucking, habibti .” Rafe’s hands went to his dress shirt, pulling off his tie and unbuttoning his cuffs before he pulled the garment off. “But we can play a bit. We can please you. And we can certainly sleep beside you.”
    Kade’s head came down on her shoulder. “Please, Piper. If you don’t, I must sleep on the couch. I lost at cards with Rafe last night, so he gets the other bedroom. Think about my poor back. I’m practically an old man.”
    He was barely thirty. And she was struggling to take her eyes off Rafe’s bare chest. They grew men awfully muscular in Bezakistan. Rafe’s torso was more than worthy of Hollywood idol status. Every inch of the man was cut and defined. Broad shoulders tapered to a tight chest and lean waist. His skin was bronzed and perfect.
    “Kiss her, Kade. She enjoys kissing.”
    Before she could take another breath, Kade tucked a finger under her chin, turned her head toward him, and he took her lips. Rafe’s kiss had been soft, intimate, and toe-curling, but Kade’s blasted her instantly with wicked sensuality. He went deep, seductive, alternately teasing and dominating.
    For Piper, kissing had always been awkward. She’d never known what to do with herself. She’d tried moving this way or that, but always felt a bit inept. Not with either of these men. Even now, Kadir didn’t give her a chance to feel graceless. He took control. His hands sank into her hair and overwhelmed her. She didn’t fight the feeling, sinking into the lovely abyss with a sigh.
    His tongue traced the seam of her lips, demanding entrance. She acquiesced, wanting to please him. She’d never really liked the feeling before, but Kade was far past anything she’d experienced. His tongue slid along hers, a decadent treat. She relaxed in his arms, drugged by the heady sensation.
    “Touch him, habibti .” Rafe moved in behind her on the bed, pressing his front to her back. His arms slid along hers, lighting up her skin where they touched. “He has been waiting for your touch. I know this because I have been waiting, too.”
    Kade kissed her cheek, his face cuddled against hers. “Touch me. I want to feel your hands everywhere.”
    It was like she’d suddenly been given the keys to the playground after being locked out all her life. Kade pulled his shirt off, proving he was every bit as glorious as his brother. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his chest before kissing her again.
    Their mouths mated as she let her fingers explore the hard ridges of his torso. Two hands cupped her hips. Rafe. He wasn’t waiting for a turn, and she suddenly realized there would be nothing civilized about this. Her single previous experience had been an almost intellectually-driven decision by Piper and the boy she’d dated in high school to make out because that was what teenagers did. It had been a disaster of gangly arms and legs, and they’d very politely decided to not take it any further.
    She couldn’t even think now. This had nothing to do with her intellect and