Octavia's War by Tracy Cooper-Posey Page B

and she could feel his pelvis up against her ass and looked over her shoulder at him. He smoothed his hand over her back, making her arch again.
    “Take care of our lady,” Remmy said, gripping her hips.
    “Absolutely,” Ángel breathed. He reached beneath her and his fingers pressed against her clit, as Remmy began to thrust.
    Octavia tried to restore her breath yet Ángel’s hand against her clit and Remmy’s hard cock inside her destroyed her efforts. She was back to panting in shallow little sips.
    “Not just me,” she said, between sips.
    Ángel’s smile was wicked. “Hmm…” His hand dropped away from her and she could see from the movement of his shoulder that he was reaching farther back.
    Remmy groaned. “Now…that…is hardly… fair! ” he growled. At the same time, his movements became choppy and hurried. “Damn it to hell,” he said with a groan and climaxed with a final hard thrust and grew still inside her. She could feel his cock quivering.
    Then he let her go and rolled onto his side on the blanket, breathing heavily. “That was…”
    “Good?” Ángel asked, turning his head to look at him.
    “Different,” Remmy breathed heavily.
    “That means good,” Octavia interpreted. When she thought she could move once more, she got to her knees, then stood up. “I want to feel water on my skin,” she said and headed for the pool.

Chapter Nine
    The water was cold, she discovered, especially against her overheated and dusty skin. The chill didn’t last, though. She stepped out deeper into the pool, testing her footing against the rock floor and found it sure. Then she headed directly for the cascade, almost eager to be beneath it and feel the water streaming from her.
    The water drummed against her skin. She coiled her hair onto the top of her head, winding it tight so it would stay in place, then let the water roll over the back of her neck, enjoying the cold. She scrubbed at her flesh with her hands, feeling the dirt of the last few days wash away.
    The rush of the water was loud here. She couldn’t hear anything beyond it. As she was finishing, she glanced over at the sand, which was almost glowing now the moon was directly overhead.
    Remmy and Ángel were on their knees, kissing. Their cocks were both upright and full, almost twining together.
    Octavia’s body seemed to come to full alert between one breath and the next. She grew still and watched, her hand on her middle, hardly daring to breathe in case she broke the moment. She wanted it to go on.
    Remmy put Ángel on his hands and knees and Octavia moaned. She knew what was coming next and wanted to see it. She wanted to be closer to see better but didn’t move.
    Remmy reached into the pocket of his jeans, on the edge of the blanket. He pulled out something. A tube, she realized. Lubricant. Of course.
    Ángel closed his eyes, his fingers digging into the blanket and the tendons on his neck flexing as Remmy spread the gel, working it into him with his fingers, pushing deeper and wider.
    Then Remmy gripped his hips and eased his cock inside, in a slow, smooth movement.
    Octavia swallowed. Her heart was thundering as loudly as the water. She was watching this with no sound. She couldn’t hear their groans or the little erotic sounds they might be making. It didn’t matter. The taut lines of their bodies said everything, anyway.
    When Remmy was fully inside him, Ángel lifted himself up, his back arching to keep Remmy inside.
    Remmy put his arm around Ángel. He pressed his mouth against the base of Ángel’s neck, his lips moving restlessly.
    Ángel raised his hand over his shoulder to touch Remmy’s head.
    Then Remmy began to move, his hips working hard, driving himself into Ángel over and over. The tension in them built, their movements quickened.
    Remmy’s arm around Ángel’s chest tightened. He bent his head again, only this time he lifted his lips back.
    Octavia gasped as she watched two fangs descend, until they were lower