The Sextet Presents... Bound by Voodoo [Legends] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Mellanie Szereto Page A

in knuckle deep with little resistance. “You like butt plugs?”
    “Yeah, but I’d like your cock in my ass even better. Now quit teasing and get to it.” Barrett pushed backward against Miles’s hand, swallowing his finger in the snug tunnel.
    Ready to get to it himself, Miles withdrew and guided the head of his dick to Barrett’s entrance. One gentle forward thrust took the crown past the taut ring of muscles. Another put him almost balls deep in the man’s amazing backside.
    Barrett groaned. “Fuck, that feels good. Suck me, Winston. I’m about to explode.”
    Leaning to kiss Miles hard on the mouth, Win grinned and then knelt in front of Barrett. “Wouldn’t it be hot if Rory came home now and caught us in the act?”
    That thought stole Miles’s control, and he pumped in and out of Barrett, savoring the pulsing and clenching of the sphincter around his dick. His balls tightened. “Shut up and blow him, Win.”
    Winston’s head disappeared behind Barrett’s thighs. Their moans echoed off the bathroom walls, and Miles fought to hold off his orgasm. Moments later, Barrett let out a yell, sending Miles right after him when Win reached up to grab his nuts. Hot cum shot from Miles’s shaft into the squeezing tunnel and satisfaction roared through his body, even as he lost all control.
    Catching his breath, he couldn’t help but notice Winston’s smug expression. A verbal “I told you so” wasn’t necessary. The look said it all, and he was right.

Chapter 8
     
    Rory shook her head in an attempt to clear the images of naked and sated Amy and Carl from her mind. They’d obviously found a way to occupy their time while waiting for her to show up and cut them loose.
    Must be nice to live out a fantasy.
    The chances of getting struck by lightning were greater than the likelihood of her own fantasies coming true.
    Climbing out of her car, she slung her purse over her shoulder and aimed for her apartment. If she couldn’t have a hot and sweaty round of sex, at least she’d get to enjoy some spicy enchiladas and good company.
    She scuttled up the stairs to the second floor, hurrying along the hallway to follow the smell of chicken and chiles. Pausing at the door, she let out a resigned sigh. She shouldn’t be disappointed to have friends to share a meal and an evening with. Lots of people had no one.
    The law of human nature…You always want what you can’t have.
    Sliding her key into the lock, she opened the door, prepared to see the guys already eating since she’d taken nearly an hour for her errand. The door swung out of her hand as she stepped into her apartment.
    “Come on. We were watching for you.” Barrett led her to the couch, slipping her bag from her grasp. “The movie’s ready to go, Miles is dishing up supper, and Winston’s getting you a glass of wine. Have a seat.”
    How could she wish for more when she had such great building mates to look after her? She settled in the spot he indicated.
    A pair of beer bottles stood on one end table, and a lone beer occupied the other end table. Winston set a glass of what looked like her favorite merlot on the empty coaster next to the single bottle. “Let me know when you need a refill.”
    “Thanks.”
    As he sat on the opposite side of her from Barrett, Miles walked into the living room balancing four steaming plates. He offered her a dish of enchiladas. “We have something really decadent planned for dessert.”
    “You shouldn’t have gone to all that trouble.”
    “No trouble. We’ll let you decide whether you want it or not.” He passed off the other servings to the guys, saving one for himself. A point and a click started the movie, and he sank down onto the floor between hers and Winston’s legs. The musky scent of the surrounding males almost drowned out the aroma of dinner.
    Focusing on the TV screen, she cut a bite and shoved it in her mouth, barely tasting the spicy pepper sauce. The only dessert she truly wanted was her three