Mira took off her suit jacket and kicked off her pumps. Obediently, she listened, and squeezed herself between the two strong men.
“Now, you don’t think you’re going to get away with sitting like that, do you? Come here.” Tristan set his glass down on the coffee table, and then reached to swing her around so that the back of her head rested in his lap. Logan pulled her legs up onto him and began to rub her.
“I love it when you don’t wear stockings,” Logan remarked.
Tristan smoothed her hair out of her face and rubbed her head with one of his hands, resting the other below her breasts.
“Oh my God, okay, I think I died and went to heaven. What did I do to deserve this?” Mira moaned.
Tristan wanted release and Mira could give it to him. His wolf had been clawing at him; there was something about that human woman upstairs. Rarely did Tristan feel confused about his emotions. One of the benefits of being Alpha was the serenity of knowing what to do in almost every situation. He was a born leader: decisive, authoritative. Having the ability to quickly assess the state of affairs and determine the correct course of action, he didn’t vacillate. He and his wolf were always in sync.
Yet ever since he’d taken Kalli into his arms, his wolf wanted what he shouldn’t have. Not that Tristan’s cock disagreed, but his head told him otherwise. You couldn’t trust a woman based on looks alone. He didn’t even know her. Perhaps Sydney marrying had affected him more than he thought. Or maybe it was that he simply hadn’t had a break since the battle he’d helped Kade fight. He’d been dealing with Jax Chandler’s relentless pursuit of his sister. Then the fire and club rebuild.
As he stroked Mira’s hair, he reasoned that sometimes things just didn’t make sense. What he did have was a red-blooded female in his arms, and his beta, both of whom would ease any tension he’d been feeling over the past month. Instead of worrying about the suspect, he needed to ease his own sexual needs.
“Logan, isn’t Mir looking lovely today?” Tristan massaged her shoulders. She closed her eyes and moaned.
“Yes she is, Tris. You know, it’s been a long time since we played. The three of us…together. I’ve missed this,” Logan said as his fingers glided along the inside of her calves. He watched Mira’s lips fall open as he teased up toward her thigh. Her hips began to wiggle slightly, calling him toward her center.
Tristan looked over to Logan and met his eyes. “I’ve missed it too. Now look at how beautiful she is, Logan. I bet she’s nice and wet for you. Yeah, that’s it,” he encouraged as Logan pushed a hand under her skirt, still only barely touching her thighs. “Mir, tell him what you want.”
“Please, Logan. Touch me,” she whispered, reaching for Tristan’s chest.
Tristan found the side opening to her skirt and unzipped it. Then Logan tugged the skirt off until all that remained were her panties. Tristan began to unbutton each pearl of her blouse. Before long, her breasts were bared save only her bronze-colored silk bra. He rubbed his hands all over her chest and tummy, teasing her without touching her breasts directly.
Mira sucked a breath as the cool air hit her skin. She stared into Tristan’s eyes, intent on making love to both of her men.
Logan gradually slid his forefinger into the flimsy material, only enough to tease her.
“Logan. Tristan, please,” she begged.
Tristan’s cock hardened as she pleaded. Burying himself into her sweet heat could take the edge off of his day. God, she was so responsive, even after all these years. No, she wasn’t his mate. But she was loyal, sexy and available. What else did he need? His wolf roared in protest, and Tristan pushed him aside. The rational thing to do would be to make love to this ready and willing woman in his lap. He’d done it many times before, so why was the wolf upset? Ignoring his beast within, he extended a claw, and cut her bra free, exposing her creamy flesh. Her nipples peaked in response and she gasped at the act.
“Touch me,” she demanded.
Tristan, happy to oblige, grazed his fingertips over a nipple.
“More,” she cried.
“Logan, I think our little she-wolf is getting impatient. Shall we help her?”
“Ah yes,” Logan groaned as he slipped his fingers down into her slick folds. “She’s so warm and wet. Aw baby.” He withdrew his hand for a second, only to tear the panties off her body.
She moaned in protest. “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you, Mir,” Tristan assured her, cupping her warm breast in his hand. Shit, Logan was turning him on by the way he touched her. Sometimes Tristan wondered if he could ever give up having threesomes with his beta. Sharing sexual experiences with his best friend completed everything he needed. He and Logan never had sex alone with each other nor were they in love, but he loved him and wanted to share everything with him.
Logan circled her nub slowly with his forefinger. She pushed her hips upward seeking more pressure, but he wouldn’t give it to her yet. No, he wanted to draw it out, make the tension and pleasure last.
Mira reached for Tristan’s belt, frantically trying to free him. She desperately wanted him in her mouth, seeking out his steely length through the fabric of his trousers.
“Fuck,” he hissed at her intrusion and cuffed her right wrist.
She moaned again in protest.
“Not yet, ma chère. Don’t move, just feel. Concentrate on what Logan’s doing to you.”
“I need more,” Logan grunted as he moved onto his knees, putting her legs over his shoulders. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
She reached for her breast and squeezed it, but Tristan took that hand as well and pulled her arms over her head, gripping her wrists firmly.
“No, no, no,” he scolded. “No touching yourself, either. Hmm, we might have to spank her lovely little ass tonight. She’s not listening.” Tristan knew just the thought of it would push her over the edge; she loved being smacked on the bottom while he made love to her from behind.
“Stop teasing me. I can’t take it. Oh my God!” she screamed, as Logan trailed the tip of his tongue between her inner lips.
Tristan reached down with his other hand and pushed her apart, allowing Logan better access. Mira raised her hips upward, seeking relief. The pressure of her orgasm was built. She was almost ready to come, but she needed just a little more.
“She tastes so good,” Logan groaned as he pressed his fingers deep inside her. Mira began to shake; she was falling over. Logan’s lips took her sweet pearl, sucking gently as he pumped into her. She screamed in pleasure as she flew apart into orgasm.
Aroused and ready, the spell broke for Tristan as his cell phone buzzed in his pocket. Releasing Mira’s wrists, he immediately reached for his phone to read the text, ‘She’s awake’. Tristan’s thoughts slammed back to the woman upstairs in his bed.
“Sorry guys, party’s over…well, at least for me. But please keep having fun, okay?” Tristan kissed Mira’s head as she smiled up at him, sated for the moment. He gently moved away, straightened his clothes and walked toward the door.
“You need me?” Logan prayed he didn’t.
“No, I’ve got this. I’ll call ya later.”
Logan scooped Mira up into his arms as if she weighed nothing. “Okay then…I guess your loss is my gain,” he declared, smiling as he carried Mira away to his bedroom. He knew better than to ask twice.
“Bye, Tris!” Mira waved giggling as she disappeared into the hallway.
Tristan’s mind raced; he couldn’t wait to interrogate the suspect. There was something about the whole situation that didn’t make sense. And Kalli was the key to getting the answer.