The Architect (Nashville Neighborhood Book 3) Nikki Sloane (sight word books TXT) 📖

approached. There came a soft, surprised intake of breath from him as he discovered what we were doing, but Travis took his time ending the kiss. It made my head spin.

Wait a minute.

Was this . . . a pissing contest?

Anger began to swell in the pit of my stomach. In the right scene, I liked how the men used me. There was a certain kind of enjoyment in being treated like an object, or a toy to bring my partner satisfaction. But we weren’t in a scene right now, and—

Travis took the glass of wine that was meant for him from Clay, gave me a hard look, and said it in a dominating voice that would have made any submissive weak. “Now, kiss him.”

The muscles low in my belly clenched. Travis didn’t often give me orders, and when he did, they’d always come from the other man. But this command was undeniably his, and he stepped to the side to give me room to follow it.

Electricity swirled, charging the air in the room as I took the two steps toward Clay. He wasn’t exactly smiling with his mouth, but it lurked in his eyes. He liked our partner’s order just as much as I did and looked forward to how I would carry it out.

He tasted like the wine we’d been drinking.

I initiated the kiss, but the second our lips touched, he took over. It wasn’t quite as earth-shattering as the one he’d given me earlier today, but this wasn’t in his script either, so it was untamed and raw. His palm slid down my back and clenched a handful of my ass, and it drove me deeper into his kiss.

When it was over, I pulled back just enough to turn my head and glance at Travis for approval. He sipped his wine like he was savoring both it and the way Clay had kissed me. Goosebumps shattered across my skin.

The realization hit me then. Travis’s kiss hadn’t been competitive or territorial—it’d been a test. A hurdle to overcome and help keep jealousy at bay. It meant there was trust even when we weren’t in sight. It demonstrated Travis wasn’t going to do anything with me he wouldn’t be comfortable with Clay also doing.

Travis said it like he was asking me to do something ordinary, and not an action guaranteed to stoke the fire between the three of us. “Again.”

I turned my focus back to Clay, but he didn’t wait for me to instigate this time. He crushed his mouth to mine, and slid his tongue past my lips, possessing me. His deep kiss was erotic, and the way his tongue moved reminded me of how good he was at using it other places too.

The pleasure of it was wonderful and disorienting.

So, I didn’t realize Travis had set his wine down until I heard the clink of the glass against the wooden tabletop. He moved in behind me, pressing the length of his body against mine, his chest flattened to my back.

Clay didn’t back down. If anything, the proximity of the other man only made him kiss me harder. Fingertips brushed over my neck, gathering my hair, and pushing it out of his way, so Travis could tilt his head down and set his warm, damp mouth on the sensitive spot just below my ear.

I shivered.

Holy God, it was insane to have both men kissing me at the same time. When I tore my mouth away from Clay’s to gasp for air, he simply moved, trailing his lips over my cheekbone and down to the other side of my neck.

I was trapped between them, one arm around Clay’s waist and the other curled back so I could grip Travis’s hair while they kissed, and sucked, and softly nipped at me. There was literally nowhere else in the world I wanted to be. I could die a happy woman right here, right now.

They could hear how hard I was breathing, but did they feel my heart as it roared? I was lightheaded and clung to both of them, worried I might fall and take us all down.

Travis tugged at the neck of my shirt, pulling it down to expose my shoulder and his mouth followed behind, feasting on my newly exposed skin. “Let’s get you naked.”

“Yes,” I panted. “Let’s.”

While Travis tried to get in my shirt from the top, Clay’s attack was from the bottom. He slid a hand up under the hem and cupped one of my bra-covered breasts. “Should we go downstairs first?”

Travis’s mouth slowed. “I was thinking a bed might be better.” He put a hand on my hip and ground his growing erection against my ass. “Wouldn’t you like that, Lilith? Plenty of room for us to fuck you exactly how we want.”

I sagged so much, both men tightened their grip to keep me on my feet. “Yes,” I babbled. “I want that.”

Shit, I wanted it so much it was painful, and that ache only turned me on more.

“All right.” Clay’s hand slipped down out of my shirt and once he was sure I wasn’t going to topple over, he stepped back. “Grab your wine and follow me.”

There were three identical glasses on the table, and I wasn’t sure he knew which one was his, but he snatched up a glass and lead the way down the hall, stopping in front of the open door to a bedroom and casting a glance back at us.

He hadn’t gone to the stairs that lead to the guest bedrooms on the second floor. He waited for us to follow him into his bedroom.

Travis eyed the remaining wine glasses. “Which one is yours?”

My voice was urgent as I blindly grabbed a glass and took off toward Clay. “Who the hell cares? Let’s go.”

Travis’s laugh was deep and warm.

TWENTY-THREE

Clay’s bedroom was in the same state it’d been in last time. The bed wasn’t made, and the dark gray comforter spilled off to one side. The chair in the corner still had a few discarded