It should be me with Claudia’s claws across my skin.
“You lucky bastard,” I croak out as he moves into the kitchen and flicks on the coffee machine. “I missed all the fun.”
“Serves you right for getting shit-faced,” Noah calls from the kitchen.
Claudia puffs out her bottom lip. “I had plans, Gabriel. I’d love to show you sometime.”
“How about now?” Nothing like Claudia August’s naked thighs to silence the dancing demons in one’s head. I stroke her hair, letting the golden strands fall between my fingers. “I had plans, too. You don’t know what you missed out on. Marlowe might have that mopey dark horse thing going on, but does he know what to do with a jar of honey and a colonial butter churner?”
“You’re ridiculous—”
I don’t care that Noah’s watching. I lay her back against the sofa and run my fingers down the inside of her thighs. All I want to do is make her feel good. Safe. Wanted.
All the things I’ll never be.
I stroke my fingers along her thighs, watching her face as she bites her lip. Her legs fall open and I can see her pussy lips, pink and swollen from the shenanigans she had last night with Noah. Damn, I’m a bellend of the first order for missing that.
I bend down and brush my lips against the inside of her thigh, just touching her skin. I breathe in her scent – peaches and coconut and wild, pure Claudia – and lose myself in the utter perfection of her. She is my queen, and it’s an honor to kneel for her, to worship her.
I stroke my fingers across her skin, circling nearer but never touching, until she’s trembling and bucking her hips. “Gabe…” she growls in frustration.
I chuckle as I kiss along her inner thigh, pausing at her cleft to blow air across her clit. She smells amazing, so I take a moment to breathe her in. It’s too much for my queen – she grabs my hair and tries to force my head down, and a string of profanity falls from her pretty lips.
“Now, now, that’s no way for a queen to speak.”
I stretch out my tongue to taste her, and she tastes like flowers. I pull her clit into my mouth, sucking the delicate bud as she gasps and squirms again. I have to hold her thighs down as I lap at her, reveling in the gorgeous groans of pleasure she makes.
I sense movement and remember Noah’s still here. He sets three coffee cups on the table and climbs up behind Claudia. His eyes meet mine, and he lifts an eyebrow. I nod. He slides in behind her, pulling her body onto his and bending over to kiss her neck.
Claudia whimpers as I increase my pace, arching her back to face Noah, who claims her lips in his. I remember the pair of us dancing with her sandwiched between us, and how good it felt to see how happy we made her. Noah reaches under her t-shirt to circle her nipple with his fingers. I thrust a finger inside her, loving how wet and wanting she is. I stroke her G-spot as I circle her clit with my tongue.
Her ass jerks off the sofa and she gasps into Noah’s mouth as the orgasm rocks her body. I sit back on my knees, letting my smile dance on my lips. Even hungover as fuck, I’ve still got it.
Her eyes flick from me to Noah and back again. Noah’s hand slips out of her shirt as he meets my eyes and I read his expression. This is not how I do things. He slides his legs out from beneath her and goes to stand up. Being here with Claudia, with me, is blowing his perfectly ordered Noah world wide open.
Claudia grips Noah’s hand so he can’t leave. “I don’t want to choose,” she whispers.
“So don’t,” I say. Noah raises an eyebrow at me, but I ignore him. “Mr. Straight and Narrow over there might have other ideas, but I don’t give a fuck about monogamy. I just want to make you feel good.”
I want to dance music in her veins the way she does for me.
“I’ve never…” Noah runs his fingers through his hair. “You know what? To hell with it.”
I can’t help snorting a laugh. “What’s that you say, Dark Horse?”
Noah laughs darkly. “If you asked me a year ago if I’d be sharing a girl with my friend, I’d say fuck right off. I’ve never had