Chapter 2 REMINGTON

when he's in the throes of passion. Storm clouds rumbling behind his irises. "I want to watch you taste her pussy. I want to watch her when she's exploding on your tongue."

I'm panting, my heart thundering in my ears. I have a moment to wonder how this got away from me so fast. This isn't the way this should play out. I'm a Lancaster, son of the most powerful black man in New York. I take orders from no man.

Isn't that what I decided? That I couldn't be a part of this anymore?

Then Julia's mewls penetrate my fog, and I focus on more important things.

I'll happily live on my knees if it's Justin and Julia in front of me.

Justin's hands roam over his wife's body. While I was paying attention to her mile-long legs, he pried her arms from her dress. He pushes it down slowly, baring her breasts to my view. She isn't wearing a bra, and he cups the pert mounds in his hands, pushing them together and rubbing his thumb over her nipples until they peak and harden in the cool air.

Julia arches into his touch but never breaks her hold on his neck. She'll stay that way until he tells her to move.

Somehow, my studious best friend, always with a smile and never without a book, ordering his wife to obey in a voice that dares to be denied, is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. It's what did me in that first night, all those months ago. The way he transformed me from predator to prey.

"Remington," Julia whimpers in desperation, and my cock twitches in my pants at the sound of my name falling brokenly from her lips.

Julia has dimples in her knees. It's adorable, and I've lost count of how many times I've dipped my tongue into the soft gouges and sucked the sensitive skin behind her leg.

I slip from the couch and drop to my knees, obeying the siren's call. Julia's eyes are closed, her bare chest heaving like she's running through Central Park. Justin's gaze never breaks from mine, his stare penetrating my soul when I run my palms up Julia's thighs and pull the scrap of lace covering her center down her legs.

Justin stretches a leg on the couch, dropping the other to the floor, and I spread his wife's legs, draping a knee over each of his.

"Fuuuck," Justin groans.

Julia's dress circles around her waist, her breasts bare, her perfectly bald pussy on display. She's so fucking wet she glistens, and I blow gently on her clit, spreading her lips with my hands on her mound. I'm careful not to touch her where she needs it most.

Swollen fat and pink, I can smell her arousal, taste the sweetness in the air. Her hips buck slowly, searching out sweet friction. Her ass wiggles tightly onto Justin's cock.

"Be still," he grunts into her ear, and though she whines like it's hurting her to do so, her body stiffens like a beam before becoming calm and pliable. And still. So very still.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I love it when they do that.

"Remi," Justin prods, his tone conciliatory instead of commanding. Almost as if he knows what all of this is doing to my brain and has decided to take pity on me. "Make my wife come, please."

He's deliberate with his words, slow in their delivery.

I think back to his twenty-first birthday when he talked me into jumping into the Bellagio fountains. I've never been very good at denying Justin anything he asks for. I don't see why I should start now.

My hands take up the entirety of Julia's upper thighs, and I take a moment to burn the image into my memory before I bury my head between her legs and lick her slit to clit. The muscles

in her legs tremble, and she moans into my touch, her body melting like butter, but she doesn't squirm her hips. Doesn't so much as twitch.

I look up from under my eyelashes to see Justin watching the show, a desperate feral look on his face. Then he meets my eye and smirks, leaning down to whisper in Julia's ear. He places an open-mouthed kiss behind her earlobe, and she sighs into his touch, her hips rotating slowly.

"That's our girl," Justin whispers, though it feels like he's said it just for me. "Show him what a good girl you are. Do you want his fingers?"

"Gods, yes," she begs, and Justin latches onto my wrist, pulling my hand from Julia's thigh and bringing it to his mouth.

"Me too," he answers, then sucks two of my fingers between his lips, swirling the digits with his tongue, then hollowing his cheeks before releasing me with a wet squelch.

"Ask him nicely," he prods her.

"Please, Remington. Fuck me with your fingers."

I slide one inside her tight core, moaning at the sensation of feeling her around me. It's even better when my cock is inside her.

"Gods, Justin. His fingers are so big."

My arm jerks in response, and I thrust in another digit, fucking her with my hand as quick as I can. I'm going to die, right here on the floor, with my face between Julia's thighs, and what a way to go.

Justin knows up close and personal how big my fingers are.

"Shhhh, baby," Justin coos in her ear, his hands rubbing and tweaking her breasts.

"No," I tell Justin, my voice dry and rough. I realize it's the first time I've spoken since our interlude started. "I want to hear her. Tell me what you want."

Need flares behind Justin's eyes, but I concentrate on his wife, promising myself I'll finish him after her.

"I want to suck your cock," she pants, and I have to reach for it and squeeze it through my pants. Anything to ease the ache building in my balls. Justin grabs the wrist that's currently pummeling his wife and yanks it to his mouth again, sucking her juices from my digits. "Can I have a taste?" she asks, and Justin brings my hand to her lips. Julia licks her essence from my palm before Justin lets go of my wrist.

I plunge my fingers into her sweet pussy again, redoubling my efforts, and lower my head to her clit, flicking the pink flesh with my tongue.

"Next time, we're going to eat her for hours," Justin says, and I meet his eye from between his wife's legs. Julia has lost her vocabulary, a steady flow of pleading and swearing dripping from her lips. We ignore her, focusing on each other. He pulls her nipples tight, making her body arch, and I push her down with my face, listening to her mewl.

Give and take. Ying and yang.

We've always made a great team.

"We can spread her out on the bed," Justin continues, eyes clouded over with lust. "Use the straps. I want you to watch as I bring her to the brink over and over again before I finally shove her over the edge. With your cock in her mouth."

I'm drunk. But I haven't had a drink in hours. The sweet nectar of Julia's clit is stealing my brain cells by the millions, edged on by the slightly manic tone of Justin's voice.

"I need, I need..." Julia whines, and Justin drops big fat kisses over all the skin he can reach.

"You can move, baby girl," Justin tells her, and while one of her arms stays wrapped around her husband's neck, the other flies to my head, pinning me against her clit. She fucks against

my face while I fuck her with my fingers, and I hold on for the ride, her orgasm crashing over her in waves.

"Jesus Christ, that's so hot, baby girl. You're such a good girl."

I make a split-second decision, and when Julia starts to slow against me, I thrust deep and quick into her pussy. Her startled yip is like catnip to my ears, and I suck her clit into my mouth, rubbing and flicking the bundle of nerves with a wild abandon I've never experienced before. She cries out in painful delight, Justin's arm wrapping around her hips to hold her still, and the second orgasm rips through her in a violent tide.

Justin and I speak without saying a word, and I ease my fingers from her pussy, the strokes of my tongue gentling to butterfly light. He covers her with open-mouthed kisses, and I trail my lips down her thighs, sucking little marks into the pale flesh until her sigh of contentment rattles through me like lightning.

"Fuck, that was amazing. I'm so in love with you, Remi," Julia breathes, her eyes still closed in supplication, her body shutting down to rest. She doesn't even realize she's said it, lost to the waves of her pleasure.

Panic eats at my chest, climbing up my throat to land like a ball at the top of my spine. Justin is whispering in her ear, but he's staring at me, and his eyes say it all.

I can't handle this.

It's ruined everything.

It's ruined me.

"I can't," I spit out harshly, the very words causing my throat to ache and burn. I shove up from the floor, stumbling several steps before I right myself.

"I can't."

Her taste is flooding my mouth, and the look of pain on her face, on both their faces, feels like a spear through my gut.

I do the only thing I can.

Run.

I didn't realize my punishment would come so soon.