Fill Her Up (Daly Way Series, Book Three) Read Online Free Page B

they kissed. Something inside him shifted, revealing long hidden feelings. He’d missed her.
    “’Bout fucking time you came home,” he growled. “I want to know exactly where you’ve been and what you’ve been doing.”
    “Later,” Patrick murmured. “She only agreed to a weekend.”
    Sim’s head shot up and he glared at Patrick. “What?”
    “She only agreed to a weekend.”
    “I heard that,” he grated. “But why?” He shook his head and turned to her. “Never mind. We’ll discuss that later, too.”
    Without letting her answer, he took her mouth again. The taint of anger lingered in his belly. Suddenly, he understood Patrick’s earlier tension. This needed to be fixed, but he’d take the weekend and go from there—of course, now that Verity was here, he was ready to get what he wanted from Patrick too. It seemed like it had been a lifetime of wanting on his part—wanting Verity and having her missing; wanting Patrick but unable to say anything.
    Sim slid his tongue against hers, and she made a soft sound. Warmth filled him. Her palm skimmed up over his pecs and around his neck. She felt like ambrosia against him. Enflamed with desire, he held her tighter. His cock went ram-rod hard in his jeans. He pressed into her, letting her know just how much he wanted her softness.
    “Yes,” she murmured between kisses.
    “Are you ready for us?” he whispered, palming her small breast. It was firm and so perfect in his hand. The hard nubbin at her peak thrust into his touch. He captured it in his fingers, pulling and rolling the tip while Verity pushed into him, her guttural groans wrapping around his cock.
    Her eyes were fogged by desire as he stood. Patrick rose as well. Together, they grasped the bottom edges of their shirts. She captured that lip between her teeth again and nodded.
    “So beautiful…” she murmured.
    Patrick reached in his pocket. “Are you going to run if I release you?” he teased.
    She lifted her hand and grinned as the cuff clanked on iron. “You’ll have to see.”
    “Brat,” he laughed. “I bet those steps are getting uncomfortable.”
    “Not as uncomfortable as other parts of me. Let me go,” she begged. She shifted and arched her back. “Let me go, and let me at you.”
    Sim’s cock turned as hard as the steel that held Verity. He held out his palm. “Let me,” he told Patrick. “It will be my first time with her in my arms and free since she left.”
    “It feels damn good,” Patrick answered, placing the small key in Sim’s hand. “Be good, honey,” he advised her. “I still like to give spankings.”
    “That doesn’t help. She liked them, remember?” Yeah, she was definitely perfect for them. Sweet. Just kinky enough for both her dominant men.
    Verity laughed and sat up as soon as the cuff was free. Her gaze connected with Sim’s, and slowly, she lifted her arms. Her brow raised and she waited.
    Sim wasn’t dumb. He knew a hint when it smacked him in the face. Quickly, he stripped away the cotton tee. His breath caught at the revealed expanse of her creamy flesh. Before this night was over, he’d kiss every inch of it, including the tiny, square-shaped birthmark just above and to the right of her navel.
    Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to the vulnerable juncture of her shoulder and neck. Verity grasped his shoulders, her head tipping back as he sucked at the tender spot. He felt her shiver as it coursed through her. It ignited his attraction into undeniable lust. Gathering her close, he lifted her into his arms. A moment later, he sank onto the plush carpet before the fireplace and covered her with his body.
    “Verity,” he murmured as he kissed his way to her ear. He captured the lobe in his teeth then laved the afflicted spot. “Tell me you want this.”
    “Yes,” she sighed. Her fingers threaded though his hair as she groaned. “And I want you… Both of you.”
     
    Verity had never felt so right as she did at that moment.
    Patrick