The Engagement Gift

by Lauren Blakely

  “Hi,” she said, all breathy and sexy.

  “Hey, Lil,” Jake said, meeting her gaze. “You really want this? This is coming from you?”

  Her shoulders shuddered, but she remained poised. “I do.”

  “And what are your rules?” he asked.

  “My rules?” She sounded surprised.

  I roped my arm tighter around her. “This is your fantasy, baby. You set the stage. We’re your actors.”

  She nibbled on the corner of her lips, took a deep breath, then answered. “I want to feel amazing. To explore my fantasies. To say no when I want. To say yes to what I want.” She met my gaze, her blue eyes brimming with honesty. “To keep loving you.” She looked at Jake. “For you guys to keep being friends.” She raised her chin. “And for the two of you both to have free rein with my body. To make me come again and again.”

  I tugged at my shirt collar.

  Jake glanced down at his crotch. “Yeah, that’s clear. And my dick likes the idea of all that, so I’d say we can do it tonight.”

  My woman laughed, then shook her head. “I want to get ready for it. How about tomorrow?”

  Could I be any luckier?

  “Consider this my RSVP to the ménage à trois,” Jake said then winked.

  * * *

  That night we were in bed alone, and I did something we hadn’t done in a long time. I made love to her missionary style. As I was deep inside her, I told her I wanted everything for her, I’d make it amazing, and all I wanted at the end of each day and the end of every night was her.

  She looped her arms tighter around me. Her legs, too, like she spoke with her body as well as her words. “You have me, Finn. You have me. Always.”

  After, as she lay in my arms, I stroked her hair. “This won’t change us,” I said confidently.

  “I know that.”

  “Do you know why I believe it?”

  She met my gaze. “Tell me.”

  “Because you and I are in this together from the start. Because it’s what we’ve always done. And most of all, because we belong together. We belong to each other. Know that in your heart.”

  “I do know that, Finn. You have my heart, too. You have all of me.”

  Damn, this woman made me horny and happy at the same time. I ran my hand over her breasts, along her belly, and as I touched her, I grinned, an idea coming to me. “I want you to think of tomorrow night as my engagement gift to you.”

  She grinned like a wicked angel. “It’s the perfect gift.” She reached for my face, cupped my cheek, and kissed me. “But you’re the gift.”

  As she was to me.

  7

  Jake

  This wasn’t my first time being asked to play second banana, although, I vastly preferred being asked to play the only banana at a party with two peaches.

  Three peaches could be fine, too.

  Hell, why not four?

  Point being, I was a red-blooded man who liked women. I liked them a lot. As in, women were proof that we, as men, were not worthy.

  And we had to damn well treat the ladies as such—as the worthiest.

  But as I went home that night, downed a glass of ice water in my kitchen, and contemplated tomorrow night’s dessert for three, I was a hundred percent good with the situation.

  Not because that kind of a one-plus-one-plus-one was on my sexual bucket list (which would require reams of paper to catalog all the kinky things I’ve pictured.)

  But I was good with Lily’s invitation because I was game for anything. When it came down to it, I wasn’t that different from Finn. I subscribed to one simple philosophy in the bedroom: make her come and make her come often.

  Then do it once more for good measure.

  Generally speaking, if something got a woman off, I’d be doing it for her.

  If two guys pleasuring her worked for Lily, I’d be happy to help float her double-decker boat.

  To be clear, I didn’t want to see Finn in the buff while we were all fucking.

  Also, I didn’t harbor any unrequited love for my best friend’s girl.

  I’d said yes because some decisions were really simple.

  When your best bud asked you to do him a solid and help fulfill his woman’s fantasy—the same woman who’d turned his life around and made him embrace every goddamn day again—you didn’t want to hear that he knocked on the door of the Magic Mike stripper or the Chippendale dancer and asked that guy instead. You wanted to know he came to someone he could trust with his most important request.

  Someone who respected the sanctity of the love between him and his girl.

  As I brushed my teeth and listened in the quiet to my thoughts, it occurred to me that I was actually honored that they’d put so much trust in me.

  But I wasn’t a saint. I wasn’t just doing a buddy a solid. Hell, there’d be no hardship at all in pleasing a woman like Lily.

  She was a stunner.

  There was only one little issue. It had been a few months for me, and chances were I was going to be turned on past one hundred on the dial of ten.

  But if I fired early I’d blow the whole thing. That’d be a helluva way to ruin my buddy’s gift to the love of his life.

  There was only one solution.

  As I slid under my covers that night, I pictured kittens. Cute little kittens tussling and playing. Then duckies. Adorable baby chicks swimming to see their mama.

  Yup.

  If matters got too heated, I’d have a few perfect turn-me-off images.

  For now, I made sure I had a solid night’s sleep then a hard-as-fuck workout the next morning.

  And I took matters into my own hands. Three times.

  By the time evening rolled around, it was game on, ducks and kittens on deck.

  8

  Lily

  I nearly forgot about my conference.

  I mean, I didn’t really forget, but all I could think about the next day was the room at the Bellagio that Finn had reserved for us, and what would transpire in it that night.

  Before I could go there, I had to pop into one of the lobby bars and meet two of the agents on my panel tomorrow.

  Tomorrow seemed like it existed in another world. Tomorrow I’d have to be professional Lily, onstage in a ballroom, interviewing two top sports agents on the business of negotiations.

  Tonight, I had to slip into a different role, and I was flustered thinking about the evening ahead. I was a few minutes late to my meeting, too, because I’d needed new lingerie. Obviously.

  One did not simply get pleasured by two men without new lingerie.

  I’d stopped at Ava’s, a decadent lingerie boutique in the hotel. Overwhelmed with the bold red lace, the silky blacks, and the fuchsia satins, I hadn’t been able to decide. Not until I happened upon the perfect attire.

  White lace.

  It was innocent, and I was not.

  I’d bought it then rushed to my meeting at the bar, chatting with Josh Summers and Haven Delilah, who were obviously hot for each other. The enemies-who-want-to-bang-each-other vibe they gave off was one more thing making me antsy.

  When we finished, I thanked them, said I’d see them tomorrow, and headed straight for the elevators.

  Finn, Jake, and I had only outlined how our night would start and agreed that the rest would have to happen naturally. This wasn’t a porno where we could edit the bits that didn’t work.

  But I knew what I wanted.

  I’d had the montage in my head for some time.

  Alone in the suite, I ordered champagne, set some condoms and lube on the nightstand, then stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower. I savored the warm waterfall as it heated up my body.

  I also luxuriated in my own body, my own sensuality, and the hopes that the bounds of my desire would stretch tonight. My hands slid down my curves, over my breasts, caressing my belly.

  I leaned my head back under the water, imagining all the ways the night could play out.

  I’d watched en
ough videos. Seen enough clips. Pleasured myself to plenty of Tumblr gifs and videos.

  I was a hedonist. That much was clear. I was a pleasure seeker, a cat, a woman who arched her back and purred voraciously.

  I wanted to be petted, to be stroked, to be taken over the cliff again and again.

  Did that make me selfish?

  Yes.

  I felt selfish, but I owned it because I also felt . . . exhilarated.

  After I showered, I took my time rubbing lotion into my legs, picturing my men touching me.

  Running a brush through my hair, I saw their hands tugging on the strands.

  Sliding a pair of white lace panties up my legs, I imagined Finn and Jake removing them. Then a demi-cup bra, stockings, and black heels.

  I dried my hair and brushed it till it felt like soft silk. I dusted on some makeup, a little blush, some mascara, and gloss that would be gone in seconds.

  Grabbing a short, silky robe, I tugged it on and tied the sash.

  Did I look like a madam? A high-end escort? Or just a woman who was sexually adventurous and confident?

  I decided on the latter. I was most definitely the latter.

  And tonight, I was going to have my men.

  Room service brought the champagne bottle and three flutes. I thanked the man and gave a hefty tip.

  At nine p.m., I shivered when I heard another knock on the door.

  I opened it and found Finn, looking sexy as hell in slacks, a dress shirt, and a purple tie. His grin was crooked and knowing, his eyes blazing with desire. Next to my fiancé was Jake, dressed similarly in pressed pants and a button-down. His tie was forest green. My mouth watered as my gaze drank in his tall frame, his square jaw, his dark eyes.

  My two sexy suits.

  In one fell swoop, all the nerves in the world descended on my belly, spread across my shoulders.

  What the hell was I about to do?

  Was this my life?

  Was I truly this woman in a hotel? The one who carried on clandestine trysts behind closed doors with multiple partners?

  But I banished the worries when Jake lifted a brow and said, “Room service. We have your special order.”

  Humor defused the tension.

  I laughed, reached for Finn’s tie and tugged him in, then did the same to Jake. “Remind me again what exactly it was I requested?” I asked, playing along.

  Finn pretended to look at a receipt. “It says here you ordered two hot men to please you all night long.”

  And like that, any remaining nerves didn’t so much as tiptoe out the door—they fled down the hall. I was left with only the delicious ache of my desire.

  Finn kicked the door shut, and a burst of pleasure spread over my skin. It was a commanding move. It said we were starting.

  But deep down, I knew I was the one who was calling the shots.

  I’d always called the shots, even when he’d cuffed me, bound me, spanked me.

  Even when he’d told me to beg for it, I was always in charge, because everything he’d done to me, he’d done to please me.

  And tonight was the most intoxicating proof of his wish that I always be more than satisfied.

  He ran a hand down my bare arm. “Lily, tell us what you want first.”

  “I want us all to have a drink,” I said, then poured three glasses.

  We lifted our glasses.

  “What are we toasting to?” Jake asked.

  “To fantastic friendship,” I said to the dark-eyed man, then I swallowed some of the bubbly beverage and set down the flute. Then, to my fiancé, I added: “And to filthy love.”

  “I’ll drink to both,” Finn said.

  “Same here,” Jake added.

  They drank then put their glasses away.

  Finn untied the sash on my robe. The silk fell open, revealing my lingerie to both men.

  Jake groaned, moving to stand next to me, too.

  I trembled as Finn kissed a decadent path along one side of my neck, heating me up, turning me on even further, knowing that kisses like this were the way to my panties.

  While he tended to my neck, I reached for Jake’s hands, setting them on my waist.

  That was enough. That was the only direction he needed. As Finn stood on one side kissing me, Jake’s hands traveled across my belly, over my hips, down the outsides of my thighs.

  I tingled.

  Dear God, if this was what it’d feel like all night, I was surrendering to pleasure right this second. Throwing in the white flag. Because . . . holy hell.

  Two sets of strong hands.

  Two tall bodies.

  My knees wobbled.

  Finn grinned. “Already turned on, my naughty girl?”

  “So turned on,” I said.

  “Show us how you dressed for us, then,” Finn instructed.

  “Stop hiding that beautiful fucking body behind that robe,” Jake added, and I shivered.

  Finn must have told him privately how to talk to me. How to talk dirty all night long.

  I shrugged off the silky black robe, letting it fall to the floor so they could see my ensemble.

  Finn shook his head approvingly. “Look at you in your angelic outfit like a good girl,” he said.

  Jake’s hand curled over my ass, and he squeezed. “A good girl we’re going to defile.”

  My pulse spiked, beating everywhere from their filthy words as they flanked me. I reached out a hand, touching Jake’s stomach over his shirt, then did the same to Finn with my other hand, savoring the feel of two hard sets of abs under my fingers.

  I was ready to fall onto the bed, to offer up my body right then. But they’d have none of that. Instead, Finn pressed his hard body against my right side, Jake against my left.

  Jake’s erection was proud and insistent, a hard ridge against my hip. My fiancé’s was, too—thick and demanding.

  I couldn’t wait to see them both strip for me. To see two hard cocks announcing their intention to have me.

  Couldn’t wait for mouths and tongues and fingers.

  My eager hands coasted down their bodies, skating over their erections. I squeezed them both through their pants at the same time. They groaned, and pleasure zipped through me, speeding through my body, sizzling over my skin.

  Each man caressed me. Finn’s mouth traveled along my throat, kissing the tops of my breasts.

  Jake brushed his lips over my shoulder, down my arm.

  Finn’s hands roamed across my right hip, Jake’s across the left.

  I was worshipped; I was adored. I was melting under their twin attention, their absolute focus on my body, on all of me.

  It was heady and intoxicating, the best drink I’d ever had.

  Finn bent down, kneeling as he kissed my waist, my thighs, then flicked his tongue against the top of my panties.

  “Finn,” I moaned, “you need to take my clothes off.”

  He grinned against my skin as Jake roamed his lips across my shoulder blade, moving behind me, pushing my hair out of the way to kiss my back. I was boneless, melting already, and I wasn’t even undressed.

  Finn rose and dragged a hand down my waist, over my mound, then looked at Jake. “I was right, wasn’t I?”

  I felt Jake nod against my back, then flick his tongue along my spine. I arched into his touch as I looked at Finn. “Right about what?”

  “As we were walking down the hall, I told him your skin tasted fantastic. Like sugar on your tongue.”

  I gasped, my heart speeding up with need, with desire, and with my own hedonism on full-blast. “What else did you tell him about me?”

  The idea that my man had had private conversations about my bedroom preferences thrilled me in a way I’d never expected. I had to know everything. Needed to know what they’d said.

  9

  Finn

  Women were so goddamn lucky. They could come early and often. They could come before you even fucked them, and that was not just a good thing—it was a goddamn great thing.

  But
for a man, you needed to make damn sure you didn’t fire early.

  Jake and I had joked about that on the way to the suite. He’d beaten me, though, with his three-times-a-charm hand-jobs today.

  As for me, I’d taken two solo flights in the shower.

  Because I knew Lily.

  Knew my woman like I knew my own mind. She’d be buzzed in seconds on touch alone. And she was—practically vibrating beneath our hands already. She was primed, and I had a feeling she’d lose track of Os tonight.

  Could there be a better outcome than that?

  That was why it was a damn good thing I’d gotten a couple of mine out of my system already.

  I hooked a finger under her chin, met her eyes, and returned to her question. “You want to know what I told him about you?”

  “Yes.”

  I leaned in and took a kiss, claiming her lips, sucking on her tongue. Sending a message.

  As I broke the kiss, I said, “I told him your kisses belong to me, and me only. Got that?”

  She nodded, breathing out hard.

  “Say it out loud. Say it so we both know,” I said, my gaze locked with hers.

  “My kisses are only for you,” she said, then parted her lips, asking for another.

  I growled, bending close, taking another, then one more. She was so damn irresistible.

  When we separated, I ran my finger along her jawline. “I told him your tits feel spectacular, and you love to have your nipples played with.”

  She shuddered. “I do.”

  “Show him. Show him how much you love that,” I instructed.

  She glanced at Jake behind her, kissing her back. “Take my bra off, Jake.”

  My best friend obliged, unhooking the white lace and letting it fall. Clenching my fists, I fought off my own desire to cup those beauties. She wanted both of us, and it was his turn.

  We shifted, and I moved behind her, caressing her back, blazing a path of kisses down her skin as he came around and played with her tits.

  Lily groaned, stretching and arching, making the sexiest, neediest sounds.

  “Oh,” she whispered, and every territorial instinct in me snapped to attention. Was she about to say his name in pleasure? Fuck, I’d hate hearing her say another man’s name unbidden.