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  True to his word, Rad made Elise dance until her movements were flawless and she could converse easily without having to keep glancing down at her feet. He also taught her the new steps he'd promised. In addition to waltzes, the band, which consisted of a piano player and a violinist, also played lively tunes to which the crowd danced polkas and cotillions, and Rad made her dance nearly every one. Of all the dances Elise learned, the cotillion proved to be the most challenging. It was very much like a square dance, with the couples changing partners frequently, performing elaborate weaving and turning patterns called out by the piano player. Elise had blundered more than once, but Rad and the other dancers were patient and encouraging.

  When Elise could finally dance no more, they'd caught their breath at a small table near the back of the dance hall and Rad had made his way to the bar to get them more refreshments. Elise noticed the way the women in the establishment watched Rad; their eyes following his graceful movements, moving over his long, muscular body with barely concealed hunger. God, they were like a pack of she-wolves! He’d just made it back to their table with their lemonade, when one of the women, a young, buxom blonde, came over, snagged his arm and cajoled him onto the dance floor. Elise had smiled and waved him off when he’d hesitated, but watching the two of them on the dance floor together--the blonde’s hands wandering over the muscles of his biceps and shoulders, her head tilting back to laugh at his jokes, her ample bosom brushing against his chest--left Elise irritated. He’d caught her eye at one point and winked at her over the woman’s shoulder, giving her that sinful grin of his that made her feel like she was melting between her legs.

  Rad’s voice brought her out of her reverie. “If you keep looking at me like that, I can’t promise to continue to be a gentleman the rest of the way home.”

  Elise felt her face heat and was thankful the light in the coach was dim. “I-I’m sorry,” she stammered, humiliated that he could read her expression so clearly.

  “I’m not. What were you thinking about just then?”

  “Nothing really,” she said a little too quickly to be convincing.

  Rad was silent for a moment. “You know, one of the qualities I like best about the new you has been your forthrightness, your openness. Don’t start lying to me now, Elise.” In the next instant, he’d moved across the space between them and was seated next to her. He moved one arm across the back of her seat and leaned close. “Were you thinking about Trey?”

  Her heart banging against her ribs, Elise bit her lip hard and closed her eyes. “No.”

  “Tell me, Elise.” His voice was like velvet covered steel.

  “I was thinking about you dancing with that other woman tonight and I…well, I didn’t like it very much, but that’s ridiculous since I have absolutely no right to feel, to feel…”

  “Jealous?” He wasn’t really asking a question, he knew it was that exactly.

  Elise groaned and covered her face with her hands. “I’m sorry. It’s crazy and I feel really foolish. Can we just forget I said that, please?”

  “Why?”

  She put her hands down and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “We’re supposed to be just friends.”

  “Because you love Trey.”

  “Yes.”

  “But you’re attracted to me as well.” It sounded like a statement, but Elise knew he expected an answer.

  “Y-yes,” she managed then looked out the window, desperate not to let him see the guilt and embarrassment on her face.

  “Hmm, that does pose quite a dilemma for you.” He caught her chin and brought her face back toward him. “Tell me, and be honest, if your feelings for Trey weren’t an issue, would you want me to kiss you right now?”

  Elise’s heart skipped a beat. Her gaze flitted nervously from his eyes to his mouth, so serious and so close to her own. “Yes,” she whispered, then closed her eyes and lifted her mouth toward his just the slightest bit.

  But he didn’t kiss her. His thumb gently brushed her lower lip. “Mmm, I’d like that, too.” She opened her eyes and saw his tongue moisten his own lip, mimicking his thumb’s motion on hers. “Would you want me to touch your breasts?” His hand lowered to her breast, not touching, just hovering above it. “Pluck your nipples until they’re hard and aching? Answer me, Elise.”

  She was breathing heavily now, each breath pushing her breast closer and closer to the heat of his palm. “Yes.”

  “Very good. I admire your honesty,” he praised softly. “Would you like me to do more than fondle your breasts? Would you like me to kiss them? Suck them? Bite them?” At her strangled gasp, he smiled. “Would you like me to bite your nipples, Elise, just hard enough to make you gasp?” With one finger, he flicked the rigid, tingling point of her breast through her clothing, and she cried out weakly.

  “Rad, please…I can’t.”

  “But we’re not doing anything. Just talking.” His voice was like a balm for her fevered brain and she let it wash over her. “We’re just imagining what it would be like if you could have what you desired, with no negative consequences, no worries about right or wrong. If you could take what you wanted without feeling guilty.”

  Elise shook her head and a tortured groan escaped her.

  But Rad pressed on. “What would you want me to do next, darlin’? If you could have anything you wanted. Would you want me to slip my hand under your skirts and touch your cunny…hmm? Stick my finger inside your tight, wet cunt and fuck you with it?”

  Cunny. Her pussy throbbed at his use of the old-fashioned slang word made so damn sexy by his sultry southern accent. Oh, God yes.

  “Rad…” Elise clutched his arm and trembled with the force of her desire.

  “Because I’d like that very much,” he continued, his voice thickening, growing harder, more forceful. “Just thinking about it has made me hard as a rock, Elise. My cock is aching to be inside you. What about you? Is your cunny wet and aching for me to fill it? Elise?” His face was so close to hers, she could feel his hot breath against her lips, smell the sweet, tart scent of the lemonade he’d drank.

  At that moment the coach stopped and they both lurched forward. Startled, Elise’s wits returned and she tried to pull away, but Rad caught her chin and held her in place, their lips barely touching.

  “When you go inside,” he growled against her mouth, “I want you to go to Trey, and I want you to fuck him, Elise. And while you’re fucking him, I want you to think of me. Imagine that it’s my cock inside you, filling you, fucking you, making you come.” Then his mouth clamped down over hers, his tongue driving inside, filling her mouth like his cock would fill her pussy. He ravished her mouth, using his lips, his tongue, his teeth, leaving no doubt that she was his for the taking, until at last he pulled back, leaving her panting and weak.

  “Go,” he ordered.

  ****

  Trey was dozing when the metallic click of the door latch brought him fully awake. He turned over in bed to face the door and saw Elise standing there in her robe, her hair down and softly glowing in the dim light of the lamp he’d left burning on low. Rad had suggested she might visit Trey tonight, and here she was. The evening must have gone as planned.

  “Trey?” Her voice was soft and uncertain.

  “Elise. What’s wrong? Are you all right?” Trey leaned over to turn the lamp up on the bedside table. The brighter light revealed that she was flushed, her lips dark pink and slightly swollen. She looked like a woman who’d been roughly kissed. Trey swallowed hard and forced back the pang of jealousy that flared within him. He had to remember that Elise wasn’t his alone. Rad wanted her as badly as he did. If it was ever to work between them, he had to be willing to share her love.

  Elise nodded in answer to his question then bit at her bottom lip.

  God, she looked so incredibly beautiful and vulnerable. She was afraid he was going to turn her away. Trey sat up in bed. “Sweetheart, come here.”

  “Are you sure it’s all right?” she asked, twisting t
he tie on her robe.

  Trey nodded and patted the mattress. Elise came over and sat down on the side of bed. “Is there something wrong?” he asked again.

  She shook her head and reached up to touch the side of his face. “I love you, Trey.”

  Trey’s throat ached in reaction to her words. “I love you too,” he whispered hoarsely, then pulled her close and kissed her trembling lips. She tasted delicious, lemony, and Trey let his tongue travel into the hot, wet recesses of her mouth, savoring the feel and the flavor of her. It started gently, but almost immediately, the heat flared between them and they were soon panting against each other’s mouths.

  “I know you said we shouldn’t,” Elise whispered raggedly, “but please, Trey, I need you. Please make love to me.”

  With a groan, Trey pulled her down into the bed, pressing kisses to her hungry mouth, then trailing them down her neck. She arched beneath him like a bow, her breasts straining up against his chest. He untied her robe and opened it, revealing the beautiful ivory curves of her naked body. For a moment, he could only stare, amazed that the sight of her affected him so profoundly. Though he’d seen her naked before, that first glimpse of her beauty hit him as hard as a kick to the gut. He wanted her more than anything he’d ever wanted before, and he knew he’d do anything to keep her, even if it meant sharing her with Rad.

  Elise moaned when he caught the tip of her breast in his mouth, her hands gripping the sides of his head, fingers fisting in his hair. “Oh, yes…” Her voice was husky. “Bite them, bite my nipples.”

  He did, drawing her puckered nipple deeply into his mouth, then nipping down on the hard bud until she cried out and quivered beneath him. He repeated the procedure on her other breast as he kneaded and squeezed the supple mound of flesh within his palm. Trey could hear her breathing become short, irregular pants, felt her tense and tremble against him. God, she was going to come already. He reached down and cupped her pussy. She was drenched. When he slipped a finger inside her, she went off like a firework, her hips bucking, a scream tearing from her throat as she shuddered, her inner muscles clamping down hard.

  He had time to briefly wonder what in the hell Rad had done to get Elise so aroused, but then she was pushing him over to his back, pulling off his sleep pants and straddling him. Despite her climax, her gaze was hot and hungry as she looked down on him, smoothing her hands up over his belly and chest then scoring back down the same trail with her fingernails.

  “I’m going to take you now, Trey Kingston,” she promised in a low feminine growl. “I’m going to take your big cock into me and fuck you. Hard.”

  Trey could barely breathe as he watched the tigress on top of him reach between them to grasp his cock, lift then lower herself onto his straining shaft. He groaned a strangled “Oh…God…” as her tight flesh closed around him like a silky, wet glove.

  Elise groaned with him, taking him deep, to the hilt. She leaned down, held his head between her hands and ravished his mouth. Then, as she’d promised, she rode him hard.

  Trey lost himself to the wildness. He grabbed her hips and pumped into her as she slammed down, their flesh making a lewd slapping noise with each stroke, their hoarse grunts and cries echoing in the stillness of the room. She sat up, bracing her hands on his chest as she bounced on him, her breasts jiggling irresistibly with her movement. He caught her nipples between his thumb and finger and squeezed, pinching and rolling them until her head lolled backward and she came again with a keening wail, writhing and grinding against him, her long hair brushing his thighs.

  Like a limp rag doll, she crumpled sideways onto the bed, replete. Trey sat up, leaned over and bit the curve of her hip. “Oh, no you don’t, sweetheart. Not yet. I’m not finished.” Then he pulled a pillow down from the head of the bed, rolled her face down over it so her hips were lifted, her luscious ass displayed enticingly, moved behind her and plunged back inside her tight pussy. His stiff knee protested the sudden movement, but the pain was dulled by the incredible carnal pleasure of Elise wiggling beneath him, her body submitting to his demands.

  He grabbed her hips and fucked her in a smooth, steady rhythm, while she gasped and whimpered into the mattress. Slowly recovering from her post-climax stupor, she began moving with him again, her bottom lifting, pushing back into him. Trey could feel his own release approaching, his peripheral senses spiraling inward until he knew nothing but the sounds of her pleasure and the feel of her tight heat clasping around his cock. He squeezed the full, firm globes of her ass, then pushed a thumb against the puckered rosette between, nudging until it slipped a little way inside. Elise bucked and cried out again, her muscles milking his shaft until he could hold out no longer. He pulled out of her body and his seed pumped out in hard bursts onto her ass and lower back, then he collapsed to the side, utterly spent.

  He lay for a long moment, catching his breath then laughed weakly. “Damn, woman. You’re going to kill me if we keep this up. But I’ll die a happy man.”

  When she didn’t answer, Trey looked over to see she’d removed the pillow from beneath her and was hugging it to her chest. Her eyes were closed, but Trey could see her lashes were wet with tears. A stab of panic shot through him and he gathered her within his arms.

  “Elise, no. Please don’t cry,” he pleaded as he kissed her cheeks. “What’s wrong? Tell me.”

  “I love you, Trey. I do,” she whimpered. “I don’t ever want to leave you. And I don’t ever want to hurt you.”

  “I know, sweetheart. I’m beginning to think the change is permanent. I don’t think Elizabeth will come back,” Trey soothed.

  “But Rad…” she murmured.

  Trey knew then why she was crying. Whatever had happened with Rad that night had her conflicted. “I thought the two of you are working things out,” he said carefully. “Has something happened? Did you fight?” He knew they hadn’t fought, but he was trying to draw her out.

  “No,” she whispered then she rolled into him and tucked her face against his neck. “I’m just…confused.” The last word was barely intelligible.

  Trey’s heart swelled with love for her. He wanted to blurt it out, tell her she didn’t have to be confused, that her growing feelings for Rad would not mean an end to their love, but he didn’t dare. Not yet. He would talk to Rad in the morning and they would decide then what to do.

  He snuggled her close and kissed her head. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Everything will be all right. We’ll make it work out somehow.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Rad climbed into their coach and took the seat across from his brother. The October sun was still low in the sky as they started off toward their offices. “Well, don’t I get a thank you?”

  The corner of Trey’s mouth lifted slightly. “Yes, I suppose I do owe you one.”

  Rad chuckled. “More than one from the sound of it. Christ man, you should be kissing my feet. I could hear you clear down in my room. I hope Rachael wasn’t awake while the two of you were howling.” Rad laughed again at the color rising into his brother’s cheeks.

  “Shit.”

  “What are you grumbling about? I’m the one who had to go to bed last night with a stiff prick and nowhere to put it.” Rad shifted uncomfortably. His balls were still aching. Sending Elise out of the coach and to his brother’s bed was one of the hardest things he’d ever done. He’d wanted to lift her skirts and take her right there, fuck her until she was crying out his name, but that would have been too much, too soon. He did gain some measure of satisfaction knowing that last night’s seduction was successful, even if it was Trey who’d reaped the benefits. Rad had benefited too, in a fashion. He knew Elise would have been his for the taking, if he’d chosen to take her. He also suspected that he’d been just as much of a participant in Elise and Trey’s lovemaking as they were, if only in Elise’s mind.

  It was a heady feeling. The woman who’d crushed his hopes, broken his heart, was now on the verge of being his, theirs. Only she wasn’t the same woman, she w
as better, her vulnerability and guileless ways a sweet balm to the hurts still lingering from the past.

  “What did you do to her last night,” Trey asked.

  Rad leaned forward in his seat, bracing his elbows on his knees. “First, you tell me how she reacted.” At Trey’s look of discomfort, Rad pushed, “Come on, man. We’re going to be sharing a wife. Don’t you think we should be able to talk about this kind of thing?”

  “She was extremely aroused,” Trey answered reluctantly. “She came the instant I put a finger in her.”

  Rad felt a rush of fire sweep through him. She’d been coming for him, because of him. “Ah, very good. Did she ask you to bite her nipples?”

  Trey arched an eyebrow. “Yes. What did you do with her, Rad?”

  Rad sat back in his seat and smiled. “Just talked. I may have mentioned something about nipple-biting…”

  “Well, you certainly had an effect on her, which did make my night very memorable, indeed. But it also had the unintended effect of making her cry. She’s feeling very conflicted and guilty.”

  “She told you that?”

  “Not in so many words. But she said she didn’t want to hurt me, and she mentioned you. She said she was confused. You’re having an effect on her, Rad. You’re making her miserable, and I don’t like it.”