More, Sloan Parker [guided reading books TXT] 📗

a loose white dress shirt. There was a spring in every step, and his wavy hair bounced with him. He was sexy as hell, but what made him all the more appealing were his eyes. They asked for something, begged for it.

I knew what he wanted— what he needed from me— as if he'd spoken the words aloud.

“Hello,” he said with a smile as he sat next to me. “Are you available tonight?” His voice was low and husky. I knew he sounded like that when he was aroused, when he was hard and desperate for contact, a touch, a kiss.

I held his gaze. “Yeah. I am.”

Dark eyes stared back at me. “Great.”

“I'd like us to find another.”

His smile grew. “Perfect.”

I smirked, unable to keep the grin contained, absolutely adoring him. I stood and moved to a table, and he followed. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was gorgeous. I was supposed to be searching for another man, but I wasn't concerned. He'd find us. And he'd understand. One look at the man across from me, and he'd know why I couldn't look away.

“The name's Luke.”

He laughed, the sound a delight. “Matthew.”

We didn't bother with a handshake as we had the first time we'd done the same exchange. If I touched him, everything would progress faster than we'd planned. He must have felt the same because he made no attempt to reach for me.

Instead, he ran a hand through his dark hair. The strands straightened and snapped back, the movement smooth and just how I remembered him doing it when I'd first sat at the same table with him. I delighted in the knowledge I knew exactly how his hand felt wrapped around my prick, how his fingers felt twisted in my hair, how his hands felt all over me.

I breathed deep. Waiting could be hard. Damn hard. Especially when you knew how great it was going to be.

I'd always imagined being with the same men over and over would be too expected, redundant, reliable, complicated. But it was never any of those things. Not with them.

No matter what my preference on any given day, they fit the bill. The passion wasn't fading. Our feelings for one another were driving it forward, building devotion and desire where the initial surges of lust for the strangers they'd been trailed off.

Matthew blushed as if he could hear my thoughts. “How come we've never done this before?”

I laughed as I remembered the same question from a night similar to the one we were reliving, yet so different. I pulled the words of my reply from memory. “Don't know. Seems every time I considered it, you were already with someone else. Guess you're too popular.” That got me a smile and eyes that shone at me. He still had a great smile.

He glanced around the room in a quick sweep. His gaze stilled. “Luke, I think we have our third.”

I focused my attention across the dining room. The man strolling toward us still took my breath away. The dress slacks and shirt he wore were the same ones I'd seen him in the first time. I pictured the muscular, strong body that lived underneath. There was no part of him I hadn't explored with my eyes, my hands, my mouth, my tongue.

“You two want to be alone?” That voice still did things to me, had me undone with just a few words.

“No,” Matthew and I said in unison.

“I didn't think so.” He grabbed the back of a chair from the nearest table, swung it around, and sat. “Richard.”

I waited for him to reach out and shake Matthew's hand, but he didn't, obviously as concerned about his ability to limit the contact to one handshake as I.

“I'm Matthew.”

“You're cute, kid.” The stare lingered between them.

Richard looked to me. All thoughts of what I was supposed to say next were lost. Green eyes, the strong lines of his face, and the love I saw there entranced me.

“Uh, Luke. You forgot to tell me your name.”

Matthew threw his head back and laughed. The sound settled in my soul.

Richard continued despite my blunder. “Nice to meet you.” His eyes met mine again. “What do you want?”

“Right now?” I grinned. “You. Both of you. Forever.”

Before I'd met them, I'd been waiting and looking, only I hadn't known what it was I needed.

Sitting in the Haven again with them, I knew.

I stood. We didn't need to determine our wants or desires, our rules or limitations. We already knew one another in a way I'd known no other men in my life. I wanted to hold, kiss, touch, and make love to them. For that we needed to either get our asses home or upstairs in a room.

The rooms upstairs were closer.

I took a step away from the table. Richard reached out and grabbed my hand. His large body slinked up mine as he stood. “Dance with me?”

“I thought— ”

“We've got all night.”

“What about Matthew?”

Matthew stared up at us, his dark eyes wide, his bottom lip pinched between his teeth.

“This is for him,” Richard whispered. “He has a thing for watching us.” Richard bent down to him. “Stay here? Watch?”

Matthew's eyes widened. His head bobbed.

Richard ran a hand through Matthew's dark hair as he moved by the table. The same hand found mine, and I went with him.

He chose a spot on the dance floor near the edge of the crowd, keeping Matthew's line of sight clear. He gave Matthew a smile before he turned to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

I gripped the front of his shirt with both hands. The beat of the music thudded in my chest, or it might have been my heart. He cupped my chin in his hand. I met his eyes and wound my arms around his neck.

Easy. Right. No thought required. We moved as one.

“You've never done this before?” he asked.

“I'm that bad?”

He licked and nipped along my neck to my earlobe. “I like how you move. It was