Reunion Makes Three [Snowedin Fantasies] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free Page A

Dell’s kiss was more demanding than she remembered. His tongue slid confidently into her mouth, curling and seeking, knowing where to touch to have her ears buzzing.
    “God, that’s better than I remember,” Dell moaned against her mouth.
    He pulled back, a large grin on his lips. She swayed slightly as he released her, her legs weak and her brain too mushy to function. A soft laugh echoed through the room as Dell pushed her into the plush leather armchair beside the bed.
    He cupped his hand around her jaw, directing her gaze up to him. “We want to make it good for you, sweetheart.” Dell eyes stared into hers, so hungry she shivered. “We want to make all those naughty fantasies you wrote us true. What do you want to see first? Marcos blowing me? Me fucking Marcos?”
    “Yes,” she released on a breath.
    From across the room, Marcos laughed, and heat filled her cheeks. But Dell only continued to stare at her, his lips curled in a decadent smile. “Your wish is our command.”
    He dropped his head, placing a chaste kiss on her lips that didn’t last anywhere near long enough, before pulling up to stand at his full height. He looked over at Marcos and winked at him, the quick flick of his eye enough to have the man smiling with anticipation. Without thought, her eyes dipped to Marcos’s crotch where his erection already tented the front of his pants. Judging from the bulge against his fly, she wouldn’t be disappointed when those slacks were removed.
    Dell wrapped his arm around Marcos and whispered in his ear. The Italian man nodded to his partner. A pang of longing stabbed deep in her chest. A desire to be connected to someone that closely swept through her system. She’d had that with Dell once, or at least thought they had, but not since. She certainly hadn’t experienced that with Paul. He didn’t know what she wanted any more than he knew what the couch wanted.
    Then Marcos’s mouth descended on Dell’s, and all thoughts of love and longing vanished, replaced by white-hot need.
    Moving restlessly across the leather seat, she watched as their mouths came together, lips parting, tongues sliding against each other. Marcos wrapped his arms around Dell’s neck, tunneling his fingers into sandy-blond hair. Dell squeezed Marcos’s ass in a tight hold that had Marcos moaning and Beth panting.
    Marcos slipped his hand beneath Dell’s shirt, pulling away to peel the navy polo over his head and toss it aside. Dell’s fingers used the time to unfasten the row of small white buttons down the center of Marcos’s shirt, sliding the white fabric off his broad chest.
    Dell placed his hand in the middle of that olive-toned chest, pushing him down to the mattress. He toed off his shoes, and removed his socks and khakis, staring hungrily at his partner. Beth took a deep breath as he slid his boxers down his legs, revealing a long, thick cock, crimson with need. She already knew how good that cock would feel pounding deep into her, but she couldn’t remember spending much time looking at it in their high school days. They’d been more concerned with the act than taking the time to enjoy each other’s bodies. Now she could appreciate how beautiful and rare such a dick was.
    She glanced up to find Marcos watching her, the same appreciation written across his face. Heat filled her cheeks.
    “Like what you see, sweetheart?” Dell smiled at her. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Luckily, Dell didn’t wait for her response to continue. “It gets better.”
    He slipped his hands around Marcos’s waist, releasing the fly and easing his pants down. Marcos lifted his ass in the air, aiding their path and offering Dell more space to touch. Dropping to the ground, Dell slipped off Marcos’s shoes and socks. It took everything in her to breathe as Dell pulled the silk boxers from Marcos lean hips, revealing another gorgeous cock.
    Marcos’s dick was darker than Dell’s, with an olive tone like the rest of his