Zara lifted her head.
She looked at the thick, heavy length resting against his thigh, already beginning to swell and thicken in the cool air. She met Sophie's gaze, a dark, wicked amusement passing between them.
"I suppose we should do something about that," Zara said.
Diana paused her massage, looking down over Ryan's chest to see what was happening.
She didn't pull away. She just shifted her weight, leaning her forearms against his shoulders, her body heat pressing down on him from above.
"Go slow," Diana murmured to the other two women, her voice hushed and intimate. "He doesn't need to rush this."
"We won't," Zara promised.
She shifted her position, bringing her knees closer together, completely boxing in his right side. She reached out, her delicate fingers wrapping lightly around the base of his shaft.
Ryan's breath hitched, his abdominal muscles locking tight. He opened his eyes, looking down the length of his body.
