Boston Avant-Garde 4: Encore by Kaitlin Maitland Page A

regularly tested, though he hadn’t been sexually active for quite some time. Was he afraid of her passing along a disease to him? No. Despite the job she held in his club, she didn’t strike him as the type to engage in frequent casual sex. He gave up the internal debate, knowing what he wanted.
    “Screw protection. I need you so badly I feel as if I’m losing my mind.” The head of his cock probed her slick entrance.
    With every inch, he savored the delicious feeling of her body accepting his. She was tight and wet, her core pulsing as he sank into her channel until he could go no farther.
    Fully inside her, he lowered her legs to the bed and bent over her body. He watched her face as he began to move. Her eyes were closed, the nuance of her expression changing with each stroke. Lips slightly parted, she moaned when he drove in deep to touch the spot so far inside that sent tremors through her pussy.
    She felt so perfect with no barrier between them. He flexed his ass to push his cock in and out of her. As good as it was, there was still something missing from their love play.
    Jericho.
    Dante missed Jericho’s sleekly muscled body. The scent of his skin, the sight of his body entwined with theirs. Dante wondered what it might feel like to push into Suri’s body while Jericho sank his cock deep into Dante’s ass.
    The thought alone drew a groan from Dante. He thrust harder, slamming his cock into Suri’s pussy. The wet sound of sex filled the room. It was the sound of two that should’ve been three. The possibility of more drove him insane with lust. He shouted, spilling his seed inside Suri’s body as she reached her second orgasm. Even as her pussy milked his cock, he knew he’d only given her half of what she had deserved.
     
    JERICHO SILENTLY ENTERED Dante’s suite and closed the door behind him. He wasn’t surprised to see them asleep and naked in each other’s arms. His response to the sight was another story altogether. It gave him a sense of satisfaction to gaze at their beautiful bodies.
    He would never grow tired of the perfection of Suri’s feminine form. One graceful leg was thrown over Dante’s hip, palm resting on his chest. She had tucked her head against his shoulder, and her expression was peaceful. Her blonde hair hung loose around her.
    In sleep, Dante’s face lost the intensity that carved his features while awake. His dark brows were smooth arches over his closed eyes. Jericho took his time staring at the four-inch line bisecting Dante’s mouth. Jericho remembered the day it had happened. When he had stumbled upon a group of three men beating a fourth.
    Even then, he had been drawn to Dante’s strength. The bravado he’d wielded like armor as he’d lobbed insults at his attackers—even when one of them pulled a knife and slashed his face open. Jericho had stepped into the fray without hesitation. It wasn’t in him to allow another to be bested in such an unfair contest. The distraction had given Dante a chance to gain his feet, and together they’d laid waste to their opponents. Since then, they’d always watched each other’s backs.
    Drawn to him, yes, but attracted to him? Are the two even the same?
    Jericho should have looked away from the sight of Dante’s cock, but he couldn’t. His friend possessed a beautiful body. Smooth dark skin stretched over an expanse of muscular ridges and grooves that told the story of a man who pushed himself brutally. The soft length of his shaft rested against his thigh, the darker base emerging from a nest of tight, wiry dark hair that Dante kept short and neatly trimmed.
    Jericho’s gaze was still lingering on his friend’s body when he realized Dante had awoken at some time during the frank inspection. Chagrined, Jericho tried and failed to look away. Dante extracted himself from Suri’s embrace. He settled her on the mattress, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, and pulled the duvet over her naked form.
    Dante’s cock stirred when