Test Shot by Cari Quinn Page B

he embedded deep. Three when she jerked against him, pleading for more.
    Her ripe flavor took his senses hostage. Here her sweetness was edged with desperation. She quaked, clearly close. He redoubled his efforts, thrusting harder while he explored her thoroughly, adding nips here and there to keep her off-balance. To keep her weak and trembling as she was now. If she’d had breath to speak, she would’ve begged, he knew it.
    He couldn’t wait to make her come. He’d love knowing his name was on her lips, no matter whose cock was in her mouth.
    Without warning, she started to buck. Hips flailing, tight walls spasming so that her juice trickled over his tongue like honey glaze. He held her still and replaced his fingers with his tongue, stroking it inside her to catch every drop she gave him.
    Distantly, he heard Aidan growl. He lifted his head in time to watch her fiancé yank his cock free. Two steps and he shot off across her back, the spray a brand on her creamy, flawless skin. Beneath it, she whimpered and lowered her face to her crossed arms, her body still vibrating from the aftereffects of her climax. Or from the thrill of having Aidan paint her with his cum like a graffiti artist decorating his favorite bridge.
    Aidan gave Sawyer a feral smile as he milked the last of his orgasm from his cock, each falling droplet adding another letter to the message on the wall.
    She’s mine.
    He didn’t say anything when Aidan stepped back and murmured to Layla that he’d be right back. She didn’t move. Just shuddered.
    Sawyer swallowed hard. Damn, he’d never seen a woman come like her. How long could her afterglow really last? Unless she was shaking for another reason. He cleared his throat and braced his hands on his thighs. “Nebraska?”
    He wanted her to laugh again, as she had the first time he’d called her that. But she didn’t respond.
    Aidan returned with a damp sponge and cleaned her up. Then he was gone again, and Layla’s eerie silence didn’t lift with his exit.
    Maybe he should just leave. Just get the hell out of there and consider himself lucky he wasn’t part of their tangled relationship. He might be lonely now and then, but at least he only answered to and for himself.
    Layla rolled over before he could move, the expression on her face more than a tad disconcerting. He’d never seen such purpose before. And when she prowled over to him and took hold of his cock at the same time her mouth seized his, such sexy determination. “Don’t go yet,” she whispered.
    How had she known? “I wasn’t—”
    “You’re a bad liar, Sawyer Blake.” She licked his lower lip. “I’m not nearly done with you.”
    “Not really your call, is it?” He didn’t want to think about where she’d had her mouth last, but he couldn’t help himself. “It’s the Svengali of sex calling these shots.”
    Again she didn’t laugh. Something in her had clicked off. Or turned on, because her hard tugs on his cock didn’t match the softness in her eyes or the tremble in her mouth. If this was about desire right now, he sure couldn’t tell. It felt a hell of a lot more frantic than that.
    She started to slide down his body, her intended target clear, but he shook his head and yanked her back up by the hair. When she whimpered, he wound his hand through her curls and yanked again. Her moan broke over his fiery-hot skin like ripples in the tide.
    “You’re not sucking me right after him,” he said, voice low. “If you want my cock, it’s going inside you.”
    He didn’t give her time to think about it. This whole night had been about Aidan’s and Layla’s needs. His turn had finally come.
    Without checking to see if Aidan had slipped back in to watch, he drew her up and led her to the wide leather armchair by the fireplace. She turned away to grab a condom, then climbed atop him the moment he sat, settling her knees on either side of his hips as if she’d done this exact thing in this exact spot a million