Wicked Pleasures. Tori Carrington

don’t think the lady’s ready to leave yet,” Linc said, not wanting to let her go just then.

      “I meant the three of us…”

      Linc looked from Regina to Vivienne and back again.

      He couldn’t have agreed more…

      3

      REGINA TRIED TO open her eyes, but she feared they were fused shut. She rubbed her eyelids and then blinked against the bright morning sunlight flooding the bedroom in her small apartment. Her head pounded and her body ached in places she hadn’t been consciously aware of until that very moment. She groaned and closed her eyes again, rolling over…straight into something.

      Before totally registering someone else was in the bed, she was out of it. It took her a moment to realize she wore nothing but her birthday suit. She grabbed the throw that had been lying on top of her bed but was now on the floor.

      A groan and then the figure under the sheet rolled over.

      “Vivienne!” she said. “For God’s sake, you scared me half to death.”

      “Why are you whispering?” Her friend smiled and looked around. “Is this your bed?”

      Regina pulled the throw closer. Sleepovers had never been part of the plan before. Never mind open nakedness. Viv’s casual tone inched her uneasiness higher.

      Slowly but surely, some of last night’s events played out in her mind. Little more than blurry snippets of candlelight, music, wine and more, um, dirty dancing in the living room.

      And her and Linc and other naughty goings-on.

      Oh, no…

      She stared at the bed, her heart hammering in her throat even as heat warmed her blood.

      “What happened?” Viv asked, stripping back the top sheet.

      Regina started to close her eyes to keep from seeing more than she wanted, then realized her friend was wearing her bra and underpants—red satin with black lace. The type of lingerie Regina would never dare buy herself no matter how much she might want to.

      She let out a long breath. While the undergarments weren’t what she was used to seeing her friend in, it wasn’t complete nudity. She’d seen more of her in her bathing suit.

      “Coffee?”

      Regina squealed at the sound of the male voice behind her. She whirled to face none other than the guy they’d met at the bar last night.

      He was here?

      Still?

      Her gaze trailed to the bed, to him and back.

      Oh, no…

      His grin was one hundred percent pure sin.

      “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

      His words contradicted his naughty expression.

      He openly looked her over, his gaze lingering in places that made her blush everywhere but on her cheeks. Well, at least those on her face.

      She glanced down. She held the throw between her breasts, leaving them both bare. When she’d faced him, the fabric had twisted around her legs, her pubis clearly visible.

      She gasped and turned around to adjust the material, then realized she was giving him a full back view. She couldn’t move fast enough to cover herself even as she ducked into the connecting bathroom.

      Oh, no…oh, no…oh, no…

      Regina leaned against the doorjamb, her eyes closed, her lungs refusing air.

      This wasn’t happening… It wasn’t even remotely possible she…

      What was going on?

      Her mind reeled, racing from one thought to the next. Had all three of them spent the night together? In the apartment? In her bed?

      She remembered kissing Linc. She ran her tongue over her lower lip. Boy, did she ever remember kissing Linc. And she even recalled some clothing removal. And soft moans. And…

      Oh, God…

      INCREDIBLE. She was even more beautiful in the morning. Short hair mussed and framing her face. Smudged mascara darkening her eyes, her mouth swollen.

      Linc put down the coffee cups on the nightstand, noticing the way Vivienne lay back in the bed staring at him invitingly.

      An invitation he wasn’t interested in acknowledging much less accepting.

      “Well,” she said with a suggestive purr. “Since Reggie couldn’t tell me what happened last night, perhaps you can.”

      He smiled rather than grimaced. “I’m heading out. Pass on my goodbyes.”

      “Leaving so soon?” she asked. “Don’t hurry out on account of me.”

      She was exactly the reason he was leaving.

      “Nice meeting you, um…both,” he said.

      Within moments, he was closing the front door of the ground-level apartment behind him. It would be nice if he could leave the image of Regina’s nakedness behind as easily.

      Oh, nothing had happened. At least nothing near what the two women might believe. Not because the opportunity hadn’t existed. But in the end, no matter how attracted he’d been to Regina, he hadn’t been able to take advantage of her when she’d been so obviously intoxicated.

      The memory of the taste of her mouth made him groan even as he allowed himself the freedom to recall exactly what had gone down last night. And what hadn’t…

      They’d returned to the small apartment complex on the edge of town, a place like many that was short on quality but high on location, the view of the Rocky Mountains to the west enough to make a hole-ridden tent look appealing. He’d viewed it from the outside on several occasions over the past few days, but it was the first time he’d gotten a glimpse inside. He’d been surprised to find it so stark, barren of all sign of the woman who lived there. Well, except for the stacks of books, some that bore the plastic covers indicating they came from the library.

      It reminded him of his place.

      As he climbed into his company SUV, he ousted the reflection and replaced it with the memory of kissing Regina.

      Or had she been kissing him?

      Definitely a mutual kiss.

      They’d been dancing in her living room, her face alluring in the flicker of the candlelight. Her friend Vivienne had essentially passed out on the sofa, an empty bottle of Merlot tucked in her arm, leaving him alone for all intents and purposes with Regina. Which is what he’d been angling for all evening.

      She’d seemed to read his thoughts and swayed into him, her mouth millimeters from his.

      Oh, he’d kissed her all right.

      And kissed her and kissed her and kissed her.

      He couldn’t recall a time when he’d enjoyed feeling a woman’s mouth against his so much.

      Then she’d pressed her hips against his in an instinctively female way that set his every male instinct ablaze and he’d suddenly wanted much, much more.

      In that one moment, he hadn’t cared if she stumbled a bit when he walked her toward her bedroom. He’d only known an intense desire to be buried deep inside her. To watch her mouth open in a soft moan. To hear her throaty sounds as they had sex.

      They were no sooner in the bedroom than she was pulling open his jeans while simultaneously trying to strip him of his T-shirt. He’d chuckled, helping her even as she tugged at her own clothes.

      Within seconds they were both naked…and she was dropping to her knees to take his pulsing length into her sweet mouth.

      Linc swallowed