Sated by Charity Parkerson Page B

hips to help him out. Even as it was happening, she knew where it was heading. In spite of the heartfelt moment, she hadn’t forgotten Trey’s presence. The alcohol eased her nerves, but didn’t impair her judgment. She knew this was meant for him.
    “The thing is,” Killian said, sounding turned on and fueling her lust, “you look at Trey the same way. I’m amazed he’s managed to resist you this long, but damn, he watches you with such hunger.” Her shirt rose. Lyric’s fingers brushed over her hip, making sure she didn’t forget he was right there with her.
    “Your gorgeous body taunts him, daring him to act,” Lyric said, using his tone against her. “But your beautiful heart, that’s what makes him stay.” Her shirt disappeared. She barely registered it happening.
    “Tell her it’s a lie, Trey,” Killian demanded.
    Arbor—finally—found the courage to look at him. The flush of arousal rode high on his cheeks. His hands were balled into fists until the white of his knuckles shone bright. But damn, his eyes, they were unlike anything she’d ever seen. He held her stare. Arbor held her breath. Her bra slid down her arms.
    Shit. She wanted him. It was a sneaky sort of desire. Until she was staring into the face of it, Arbor hadn’t realized anything was missing. Now, she was thinking she might die if he didn’t act. He slowly came to his feet.
    “No.”
    Arbor wanted to cover herself in the face of his rejection, except he was moving in her direction as he said it, instead of away from her as she’d been expecting. Killian’s hold never slackened on her and Lyric didn’t budge, even as Trey bore down on them, tugging his shirt over his head. Holy shit. She nearly swallowed her tongue. Never in her wildest dreams did she expect what his shirt hid. Arbor supposed she should’ve known that anyone who’d been hired as her guard would have to be in perfect shape, but fuck. The cut lines, rippling with every movement, were a step beyond absolutely-freaking-lickable-amazing.
    As if Lyric and Killian weren’t there, Trey inserted himself in the middle of it all. Bending over her, he snagged the back of her head. “It’s all true,” he said, capturing her mouth.
    Damned if the world didn’t disappear the second his lips touched hers. The pulse beating in her ears died away. The weight sitting on her chest eased. The moment his tongue stroked hers, Arbor realized what Lyric and Killian had known all along. Desire had been choking all of them since the second Trey arrived on the scene.
    Tearing off his shirt might have been a bit of overkill. For Trey, it had been a no-going-back-now moment. He’d known once he gave up an article of clothing, he wouldn’t back out. That was one of his biggest fears. He recognized this was his one shot. If he walked out, he wouldn’t have been welcomed back, but he’d never truly considered this scenario. Had there been fantasies of owning Arbor? Hell, yeah. But in every one of those dreams, it was only the two of them. Fuck. What had he gotten himself into? He wasn’t stopping. The sensation of her hands sliding down his stomach, toward the button of his jeans, nearly hobbled him. Every muscle in his body drew up taut.
    In the back of his mind, he was aware there was a lot going on around him. Somehow, Arbor still managed to hold him enthralled to the point that he didn’t care. Arbor’s tongue stroked his. The feel of her taste buds slipping along his was amazing. The tangy flavor of his dreams coming true filled his mouth. Craving something as long as he had Arbor, and finally having her, wasn’t something he could explain. There was a small possibility he’d wanted it for so long that he was more attuned to the act, but he didn’t think that was it. It was them. Together, they were explosive. His jeans loosened. Wasting no time, Arbor palmed his erection. She used both hands against him. For a moment, he questioned if he could withstand the torment or if