Stroke of Luck - Opal Carew Page 0,36

the back of her head. Their lips were crushed together now, her tongue inside his mouth. She teased and flicked, driving him wild. He drove his tongue deep into her, needing to taste her.

Needing to possess her.

She whimpered, then melted into him. Her soft breasts pressed tightly against his chest, and the sharp contrast of her bead-hard nipples pushing into him drove him insane with need.

If Quinn weren’t sitting in the same room watching them—a fact Austin had to cling to with all his might—he would cup one of those soft mounds and caress it until she sighed in delight and begged him for more.

Then he’d give her what they both craved. Relieving her of the sexy sundress hiding her tempting curves, he’d bury himself in her soft, inviting body. He’d drive into her again and again, watching her face fill with blissful abandon as he took her to ecstatic heights.

His hands glided up and down her back as their mouths moved together. Her breath was erratic, and he could feel her staccato heartbeat against this chest.

Fuck, she was definitely affected as much as he was.

His cock ached, and the urge to pull her tightly to his groin and arch against her was overwhelming.

He tore his mouth from hers and stared at her. Her eyelids blinked open, and she returned his gaze, clearly unsettled by what had just happened.

“You two seemed to enjoy that,” Quinn said in a much calmer voice than Austin would have expected.

Austin pulled his gaze from April’s sweet face and turned to Quinn, expecting to see jealousy in his eyes. But instead he saw his friend staring back with a half smile on his face.

“What’s the hell’s going on?” Austin demanded. “Were you testing me? Seeing if I’d resist the temptation of kissing your woman?”

The thought angered him, even as he realized if it had been a test, he’d failed miserably.

Quinn leaned back in his chair. “April, get us all another drink.”

“Yes, sir,” she murmured, then walked to the bar.

Quinn gestured for Austin to come closer, then he leaned in.

“April insists on paying me back,” Quinn said in a lowered voice. “Knowing how much I’ve wanted her for such a long time, she made a suggestion I found very intriguing.”

“Are you telling me she agreed to have sex with you for money?” Austin said in the same hushed tone. He didn’t like the sound of that. The poor woman was in need, and he didn’t want her to prostitute herself out of desperation.

“Let’s just say that she and I will finally consummate the relationship we started so long ago … something that should have happened anyway. And when she leaves, I’ll ensure she has enough money to start again in a new town. It’s a much cheaper proposition than if I wound up married to her … and more honest.”

Austin scowled. “Fine. Whatever you want to do is between the two of you. But what the hell was the point of that kiss?”

“Well, you see, I haven’t told you the best part. She’s agreed to be with both of us. We’re going to share her.”

Austin stared at him blankly. “What?”

He glanced over his shoulder to see April pouring the last of the drinks. His gaze moved over her. Her angelic face, still flushed from their kiss. Her full breasts filling out the dress so seductively. The soft curve of her hips.

He remembered her breasts pressed tightly against him. Those soft, full lips of hers moving on his. His cock swelled. The thought of being with her—with Quinn’s blessing—sent need rocketing through him.

“This is crazy. I can’t…”

Quinn chuckled softly. “Are you sure?”

Fuck, no. That was the problem. He wanted this woman with an intensity he’d never felt before. But his head told him it was wrong. He’d be taking advantage of her.

“At least give it a chance. We’ll ease into it slowly, so no one’s uncomfortable,” Quinn suggested.

The tinkling of ice in glasses signaled April’s return. She set the three drinks on the table.

“Come over here, baby,” Quinn said.

She walked to his chair and stood beside it.

“How did you feel when Austin was kissing you?” Quinn asked. “Were you getting turned on?”

Austin watched closely as she bit her lip. She had to know how turned on she’d made him. His cock had hardened and pushed against her belly. And he knew it had affected her, too.

“Yes,” she murmured softly, gazing down at her hands.

“Good,” Quinn responded. “I told Austin about our deal, and he’s on board.”

She glanced