Downtown Devil: Book 2 in series (Sins in the City) by Cara McKenna

Author:Cara McKenna [McKenna, Cara]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Little, Brown Book Group
Published: 2016-06-20T21:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

With that proclamation, Vaughn’s eyes opened once more.

He didn’t look at Clare, not right away. Not when Mica moved to kneel at his feet, not when he clasped his erection. Vaughn kept those eyes closed for the most part, save for the odd peek he seemed to allow himself—tiny glimpses at his friend, stroking his cock. When Mica slid his lips over his crown, Vaughn’s head dropped back, mouth falling open. Clare felt her own lips part. When Vaughn lowered his chin, his eyes were open. They sought Clare’s for only a second before glancing away. But when he next looked to her, the gaze lingered, seeming edgy, nervous, reckless. She held that stare for a few breaths, mesmerized as much by the connection as the sex. This is big for him. Let him know you like it. She turned her attention to the show being offered to her. For her.

She’d seen gay porn clips before, and found them arousing, if not quite her thing. Not a ton of pornography appealed to her, and the stuff that did usually featured a man with a great body and big hands, strong fingers digging into the ample flesh of a woman’s hips or back or butt. Nothing too kinky, just a little rough.

What was happening before her now looked nothing like that narrow-focus fare, but it had her panting all the same. Panting as Vaughn was, as his dick disappeared an inch more, an inch more, inside his best friend’s mouth.

It was because she knew them, she realized. She’d slept with both of them, and they meant something to her. Now she got to see what they truly meant to each other . . . and it was molten.

She moved to sit beside them, seeking a better view, and stroked Mica’s back between his shoulder blades as he worked.

Mica always looked good—behind a coffee shop counter, above Clare in bed, walking down the street, asleep with those arresting eyes shut and his face placid. But this . . . that stunning face, those lids closed, those sharp cheeks sharpened further with the effort . . . those hands on Vaughn’s thighs, fingertips digging, just as Clare liked. He’d never looked half this hot before.

He gave head like he ate pussy. Like it was a greedy, hungry act. She shivered when Vaughn touched him, holding his head, fingers slipping into his dreads, thumbs at his temples. When had this all started? On those trips, surely. Out in the desert. Who’d approached whom?

Like I can’t guess. Her gaydar was usually pretty sharp, and Vaughn had never given off the vibe. Mica was the only man that Clare could imagine enticing her into a three-way. How strong were his powers of persuasion, exactly? Enough to rewrite a straight man’s identity?

After two minutes or more, Mica eased off his friend’s cock slowly, with a long, humming moan like he’d just sampled the most delicious delicacy. His smile bloomed wide and filthy and his eyes sought Clare’s as they opened.

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