Sure, it made her feel downright naughty to be participating in such a far-fetched fantasy, but she liked it. Nick and Devin were like daylight and dark in every way, but God Almighty she loved the differences between them when it came to pushing her buttons.
Devin was tender in everything he had done, whereas Nick didn’t mind to push boundaries. He tested her every time they were together and she knew—she just knew—it was only a matter of time before she caved and allowed them to have her as only one other man had.
It was terrifying and thrilling to think about.
Maybe tonight’s the night, she thought, and her pulse quickened.
Justin was finally at summer camp for two full weeks and though she missed him greatly, she knew he was having fun. He deserved to be happy; learning to build birdhouses and canoeing with kids his age was just the ticket.
Mrs. Harrington had just left with Jamie for the night, so she didn’t have to worry about rushing back home.
Not rushing back home meant one less excuse to give if things heated up later in the night.
Not rushing back home meant she might accidentally fall asleep in the comfort of Nick and Devin’s arms.
Not rushing back home meant there was a possibility she’d actually go through with giving herself to two beautiful, wonderful men.
Oh my god.
Lowering the tube of lip-gloss in her hand, she gazed at her reflection with wide eyes and a nervous smile.
“I can do this,” she said. “I deserve this.”
And that’s what she kept repeating, over and over again, all the way to Nick and Devin’s house. With each step she took, her nerves only got worse.
What if it was a total disaster?
So far, it had been anything but.
Feeling their mouths on her at the same time had been nothing short of heaven; she wanted to know what it felt like to have both of them inside her at the same time.
“That so doesn’t make you a slut!” Laney had unwaveringly declared. “If werewolves can do it, so can you.”
“Right,” she mumbled beneath her breath, ascending the porch steps. “If werewolves can do it, so can I.”
It was such a silly thought to have – to truly believe something could be so carefree and easy just because it had been written into a book. Unfortunately, she understood that real life was vastly different from fictitious books and even if it was completely acceptable for a she-wolf to have two lovers, there was no guarantee that anyone else would accept her new lifestyle...should she decide to stick with it.
I like them, she affirmed, lifting her hand to knock. Nick is a total dreamboat and he’s got the heart to match. Devin has a lot of potential, too.
Nibbling at her bottom lip and smooth a palm over her hair, she waited for Nick to open the door.
They’re good guys. Any woman would be lucky to have either of them.
She released a shaky breath and tugged at the hem of her skirt, hoping and praying she wouldn’t lose her nerve. Turning around and going home now would be downright embarrassing.
Just keep your cool, Kelly. Nothing has to happen if you don’t want it to happen.
But she did want it to happen. She’d been fantasizing about it all week. The promise of only thirty days meant there wasn’t time to waste.
It’s now or never.
The door flew open and there stood Nick, looking deliciously handsome. His button up shirt was open, revealing every smooth, scrumptious muscle he possessed, and damn it, her mouth watered at the sight of him.
“Evenin’, Kelly,” he said. A smile slid over his lips as he stepped back to let her in. “I was beginning to think you chickened out on me.”
“What?” She laughed. “No. That’s silly.”
Taking three steps in, she stopped dead in her tracks when she realized he’d decorated just for the occasion. Three tall candles positioned on the coffee table illuminated the living room and immediately cast off a romantic vibe.
The rose pedals scattered across the rug in front of the fireplace caused her heart to sputter, stop, and restart, all at the same time as she felt his arms wrap around her from behind.
“Do you like it?” He asked, his voice low and silky.
That’s it, she thought, that’s where it’s going to happen.
“It’s...beautiful,” she whispered, swallowing hard. “You really didn’t have to do this.”
“Yes, I did.” He turned her in his arms and gazed down at her, his eyes sparkling from the candlelight. “Tonight’s a special night, Kelly. I couldn’t possibly pass up the chance to go all out for it, no matter how cheesy it seems.”
“It doesn’t seem cheesy,” she replied, laughing softly. Her eyes blurred with tears and she quickly blinked, tip-toeing to kiss his cheek. “It seems wonderful to me.”
“Well, wonderful things should happen to a wonderful woman like you.”
Butterflies erupted in her stomach and she felt ashamed.
Do I really deserve this?
“Come here.” He took her hands and guided her to the couch. “I’ve got a bottle of champagne on ice in the kitchen. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable, and I’ll get you a glass?”
“That sounds lovely. Thank you.” She peered around and noticed something, or someone, very important was missing. “Where’s Devin?”
“He went to have lunch with his mother and hasn’t come back yet. He’ll be here soon though. I threatened his life.” Nick snickered, giving her a reassuring nod. “We’ll just have a few drinks and wait for him. Or we can eat. Have you had dinner?”
Honestly, she was so nervous she wasn’t sure she could eat anything. She’d fixed a quick bite to eat for Jamie, but there was no way her stomach could handle anything – her nerves could get pretty fickle at times.
Now was definitely one of those times.
“I’m fine, thank you. A drink would be nice.”
“Then a drink it is, beautiful. I’ll be right back.”
Sinking back on the couch, she released a low breath and rested her hands against her lap. Try as she might, her knee still bounced in anticipation of what would happen once Devin returned.
What if one of us backs out? What if –I- back out?
Her thought process could be grueling, and right now it wasn’t helping at all. Maybe she’d be able to relax after a few drinks.
This is worse than the night Patrick and I decided to have sex for the first time.
But it made sense. She was practically losing her virginity all over again.
Maybe two virginities this time, she thought. And that only made the temperature of the room rise to ridiculous levels, and her pulse decided to go for a world record.
She would never admit it aloud, but she’d been watching some less-than-appropriate videos for the sake of research. The people in those videos seemed to know exactly what they were doing – and they enjoyed it.
Three people in one bed—or on a rug in the living room—meant there were only so many holes available for filling.
“Oh, God,” she whispered, pressing a cool palm to her hot cheek.
“Oh, God, what?” Nick asked, returning with two glasses of champagne in tow. “Is everything all right?”
“It’s f-fine,” she stammered. Reaching for a glass, she quickly gulped hers down and sighed. “Just excited, I guess. And nervous.”
Easing down beside her, Nick gave her that award-winning smile of his. “Hey, it’s okay to be nervous. I’m nervous, too.”
“You are?”
“Of course I am. Kelly, if something happens tonight, and I’m stressing that word, then that means we’re going to share a bond. You, me, and Devin will be closer than we’ve ever been and that’s not something I take lightly. Being together like that, experiencing the pleasures we can give one another...it’s so mind-blowingly extraordinary. It’s something most people will never have the gratification of knowing.”
“You make it sound like it’s a once-in-a-lifetime
thing or something.” Dropping her gaze to her empty glass, she caught her bottom lip between her teeth again.
What if it really was as magical as he described?
Then what am I so nervous about?
“It is. But it doesn’t have to be a once-in-a-lifetime thing. It can be every day, for the rest of our lives.” He cupped her cheek and forced her gaze to meet his. “You look so beautiful, Kelly.”
“Thank you.” She whispered, searching his eyes. There was so much warmth behind his chocolate hues, so many promises of love and happiness.
She wanted those promises.
“You don’t have to thank me for stating the truth.”
He leaned in and pressed a passionate, hungry kiss against her lips, causing all the air to leave her lungs in the process. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know a dormant beast resided within him, waiting to be released.
She hoped she’d have the courage to open that cage.
“Nick,” she murmured, pulling away. “Nick, I need to ask you something.”
“What is it?”
“What if...what if I do chicken out?” Licking her lips, she shifted on the couch to face him, kicking off her shoes and tucking her feet beneath herself. “I mean...I don’t want to disappoint you or anything, but—”
“Nothing has to happen tonight, Kelly. We’ve got an entire month to figure out if this works for us or not. Look,”—he got up from the couch and quickly strode to the entertainment center—“I even have some DVDs picked out for us. If you’d rather just make it a movie night, I’m fine with that. Devin will be fine with it, too.”
I don’t want a movie night. She wanted to say, but for some reason the words were stuck in her throat.
Why was she so afraid of taking what she wanted?
“We’ve got action, comedy, romantic comedy, drama...”
“No movies tonight.” Her sudden statement surprised no one more than it surprised her.
Nick lowered his hands, both clutching DVDs, to his sides and locked gazes with her. The heat in his eyes made her ache with need, and it became overwhelmingly evident he wanted tonight to happen just as much as she did.
I hope Devin wants it to happen, too.
Just the image of being with both of them at the same time, as it flashed through her mind, caused goose bumps to rise on her skin. She stood from the couch and slowly walked towards Nick, willing her heart not to give out just yet.
“You don’t have to do this,” Nick whispered as she rested her hands flat against his chest. “It’s all I’ve thought about for a while now, but I can wait as long as it takes, Kelly. I want you to be sure you’re ready when it happens.”
“I am ready,” she replied softly, trailing her fingertips down his stomach. Every inch of firm, delicious muscle twitched beneath her touch as she tiptoed to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Don’t try to talk me out of it now.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He laughed, deep and husky. “I just want it to be perfect. You deserve perfect.”
She questioned him with her eyes, unable to help but wonder why he felt she deserved perfection. Sure, she was a widow. Yes, she’d been raising two kids on her own for a while now – but what made her deserve anything above average?
Don’t be negative. She shook the thoughts from her mind. You deserve whatever the hell you want.
Nick’s mouth found hers, then, kissing her so sweetly it nearly brought tears to her eyes. His large hands fell to her waist and he pulled her closer, chest to stomach, before sliding his tongue into her mouth.
She felt dizzy and warm and wonderful, daring and brave. His kiss gave her the confidence she needed, a small nudge to take the leap.
“I’m going to make love to you tonight,” he confessed against her parted lips. “And I’m going to watch Devin make love to you.”
Her knees buckled.
“Then...”
Then? There’s a then?
“I want you to watch me make love to Devin.”
Oh, God.
Oh, sweet God.
Her eyes snapped open as he pulled away and it took everything she had in her not to pull him back. The smile on his lips told her he knew he had her right where he wanted her. The delectably dirty thoughts running through her mind were enough to make even the purest of women wet with desire.
She wanted to watch Nick and Devin go at it, wild and passionately, up close and personal.
“Let’s have another drink, hm?”
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Nick
If he had learned anything about Kelly Spencer, he knew she could easily become a nervous wreck, and the only remedy involved a glass and some alcohol.
“I think you’ve had enough,” he said, after watching her all but inhale her second glass of champagne. “I want you to relax, sweetheart, not get wasted.”
“I’m fine.” She laughed. Damn, he loved that laugh. “My tolerance is a little higher these days, I promise.”
“Well, still.” He gently pried the glass from her trembling fingers and placed it on the table before easing back onto the couch, gazing at her. “Do you have any questions about tonight?”
“Questions? No, not really.” She tucked a loose curl behind her ear and smiled shyly. “This isn’t an algebra exam or something. I’ve got a pretty good idea of what will happen.”
“Do you?” He lifted a brow and smirked.
No matter what sort of research she may have done—and he knew she’d been doing it because she’d admitted to it—she really had no idea what was in store for her.
It was an experience like no other – being with two people at once.
“I know it’s going to be different from what you’re used to. Having two men go down on you at the same time is very different from what’s going to happen tonight, Kelly.”
“I know that.” Her cheeks reddened and she slouched down on the couch, crossing her legs at the ankles. “I’m not some naïve little school girl, Nick; I’ve read romance novels before.”
“Honey.” He scooted closer and wrapped his arms around her, bumping his nose against hers. “This isn’t a romance novel.”
“I know that,” she replied breathlessly. “But I’m just saying I’ve read them. I know what can happen and...”
“And?”
“...I kind of want that to happen to me.”
Her confession was like music to his ears. He could hear the angelic choir singing all around them as he pulled her mouth to his and kissed her, deeply, passionately, and filled with unspoken promises.
I’ll make it all happen.
The front door opened and they pulled apart. Kelly quickly twisted her body around and peered over the back of the couch. “Devin! You’re finally here.”
“Yeah, I’m home,” he replied as he kicked off his boots. “I’m so sorry I’m late – something came up.”
“That’s okay.” Nick stood from the couch and opened his arms to him, grinning from ear to ear. “Get your cute ass over here.”
Devin stepped closer, hesitantly, and Nick soon understood why.
“What the hell happened to your face?” He asked, gripping Devin’s chin gingerly. Anger surged through him as he turned Devin’s face one way, then the other. “Who hit you?”
“It’s not important now.” Devin winced, pulling free from his grasp. “It’s all sorted. It was just a misunderstanding.”
“Misunderstanding?” Nick felt like his head was going to explode. Someone had hurt Devin...his Devin. “I want to know who did this.”
“I bet I know who did it.” Kelly was suddenly beside them, her sparkling blue eyes sweeping over Devin’s face. “Did you at least get a punch in on him?”
“On who?” Nick stared back and forth between them. “Was it that one guy?”
“If by ‘that one guy’ you mean Jeb, then yes.” Devin gave him a crooked grin and raked his fingers through his messy hair, heaving a sigh. “It’s all worked out now. We’ve called a truce.”
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“A truce, you say? The last I recall, a truce doesn’t involve a bloodied lip.” He touched the bottom of his lip gently and frowned. “There’s no way we can proceed with tonight’s plans when you’re in pain, Dev-o.”
“Pain? I’m not in pain,” he insisted, eyes twinkling. “In fact, I’ve never felt happier.”
Both he and Kelly stared at him quizzically, undoubtedly wondering the same thing:
Just how hard did Jeb hit him?
“I’ve been really selfish with my thoughts lately. For some reason it escaped my mind that anyone else could possibly be struggling with something as devastating as me. But that’s not true. There are lots of people struggling with stuff – Jeb happens to be one of them.”
Easing down onto the couch, Nick stared at him warily. “And because he’s been dealing with said stuff, it’s all right for him to make your life hell?”
“Thinking back on it, it’s only fair that he has. I was God awful to him and his sisters.” Grabbing the bottle of champagne, Devin lifted it to his lips and took a few hearty gulps before wiping his mouth and smiling again. It was odd behavior for a man who’d just gotten his ass handed to him. Again. By the same person. “But we talked through it. Everything’s fine now. I’m one step closer to having everything sorted out.”
“What else needs sorted?” Kelly asked.
“Well, I’d like to—”
“Have a proper glass of champagne, I’m sure,” Nick interrupted, gently gripping Devin’s elbow. “Follow me into the kitchen?”
“Uh, yeah. Okay.” His eyes shifted to Kelly and he smiled. “Be right back, Kel.”
“Okay.”
Pulling him into the kitchen, Nick didn’t give him time to speak. He crashed his mouth against his, kissing him hungrily. Devin’s hands flailed helplessly in the air as his tongue slid over the cut on his lip, only then remembering it probably hurt like hell to be kissed.
“Sorry,” he whispered huskily, pulling away from him. “Shit. Did that hurt?”
“N-not really.” Devin’s eyes were wide. “What was that for?”
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