“Good, you’re riding back with us.”
The word ride had her imagination revving. In more than one direction.
“Don’t tell me you have a motorcycle out there?” God, if they did it would be her biggest sexual fantasy come to life. Two hot men on bikes wanting to have their way with her. If that wasn’t a book waiting to happen, she didn’t know what was.
“No.” Nash looked a little shocked with her suggestion and her heart sank a little. “It’s too icy right now. We don’t use our bikes during winter.”
Grace’s heart rate tripled. Bikes. More than one. Her pussy dampened at the idea of straddling that powerful engine behind Nash or Cassidy as they drove to the woods beyond the town border. Once they were beyond prying eyes, he’d turn her around so she straddled him, not the bike…
“If you’re a good girl”—Cassidy’s hot breath on her neck sent a shiver down her spine—“maybe we’ll take you for a ride someday.”
He winked at her, and every cell in her body heated up. Oh god, she was in trouble now.
Chapter Four
It took them less than ten minutes to get from the town hall to Grace’s house. It would have been shorter if the only street light in town hadn’t been turned on for the festivities. What a waste. No one else was on the roads to stop. It was too early for anyone to leave the party yet. Or at least almost anyone.
But even ten minutes felt way too long to Cassidy. Especially when his best friend sat next to him, his hands and lips all over their girl. She’d only given a breath of resistance when Nash pulled her onto his lap and started kissing her.
If only Nash had driven to the fucking event. Then he could have been the one in the passenger seat making out with the girl, and Nash could be driving with the biggest hard-on of his life.
Turning the corner onto Grace’s street, Cassidy pulled into the driveway, throwing the truck into park so fast they jerked forward. Grace let out a little squeal that sounded so damn cute Cassidy smiled. Nash wrapped his arm around her, hauling her in close to keep her from falling off his lap.
“You didn’t have to drive so fast, buddy.” Nash chuckled.
Cassidy only growled in response. They both knew why he’d driven so fucking fast. It wouldn’t be so funny to Nash if he were the one with a throbbing cock.
Grace looked back and forth between them, her eyes widening with concern. If he was a better person, he would have tried to reassure her all was fine. But in his current state he could hardly function, let alone possess the brain power to convince anyone to his thinking. He probably couldn’t convince a duck to swim right now.
Nash tightened his hand around her waist as he shifted toward the car door. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you inside so Cassidy can join in on the fun.”
With a yank of the knob, he opened the door and exited the truck, keeping their girl tucked to his chest. Grace gave a little squeal—of protest or fear, Cassidy couldn’t tell—as Nash huddled her close and beat feet toward the house. Her arms clenched around Nash’s neck, holding on as he walked over ice and snow to her door.
Shutting off the engine, Cassidy followed after them, every step throbbing through him and his swollen groin. By the time he reached the porch, Nash had maneuvered her to reach the lock. She’d managed to get at her purse and more importantly her keys. She pushed the key into the lock and turned the knob. Nash stepped over the threshold, carrying her inside. Cassidy followed, shutting the door and locking it behind him.
The house looked exactly like he would have pictured Grace’s home. Tall bookshelves filled the room, brimming with books. What self-respecting librarian wouldn’t have a house full of books? Family photos decorated the walls. Some of Grace with her grandparents, a few with her parents, and many of people he’d never seen before. Besides the flat-screen TV and the Kindle lying on the coffee table, the whole room looked like it was from a different time. A simpler time.
It was so much nicer than the home he and Nash shared. Their place had everything they needed, but every inch screamed bachelor pad. It wasn’t warm like her house was, or comfortable. It wasn’t a home.
This was exactly the kind of home he’d always wanted as a child, instead of unfeeling group homes and unwelcoming foster homes. A place that was solid and warm. Filled with the people you loved, with happiness and laughter.
“Which way to the bedroom?” Always straightforward and to the point, Nash didn’t mess around. Having a soft girl plastered to his chest might have something to do with his impatience.
She pointed across the room to the stairs leading upward. It only took Nash four large steps to stride from the door to the spot she pointed and begin bounding up the stairs. Even in the tight stairwell Cassidy doubted his best friend considered putting her down. If the roles were reversed, Cassidy would have felt the same. Instead he tagged along after them, watching every motion, envy and anticipation dueling inside him.
“First on the right.” She pointed toward the door, her voice shaking. Nash followed her instructions, all but kicking in the door of her bedroom.
Just inside the door, he planted a hard kiss on her lips. Greedy bastard. He’d let Nash kiss the crap out of her in the car, he carried her all the way up the stairs without complaint, but it was about time Nash started sharing. After all, that was the point of tonight. Cassidy cleared his throat, trying to be subtle, and Nash took the hint. He helped Grace stand, holding her middle as she shook on shaky feet. The big smile on Nash’s face didn’t show any regret for his selfish behavior.
Two could play that game.
“Welcome home, princess.” Cassidy grabbed her around the waist and tugged her close for a deep kiss. After all the torturous time in the truck, being tempted by what he couldn’t have—but his best friend could—a fire burned inside him. The kiss turned from sweet to all out-demand in less than three seconds.
He didn’t know how to stop himself. And worse, he didn’t want to. He’d been dreaming of her for a year, and now she was finally in his arms. Slow wasn’t in the realm of an option.
He licked her bottom lip, seeking entrance, and she opened for him. Like she was made for them. She hadn’t balked at their desire to have her together. She hadn’t even hesitated. Sure, she’d written about being with two men at the same time, but he figured she’d have some reservations once the real thing stared her in the face. Not their Grace. She was excited by the option. Which only made him want her more.
Her sweet little tongue extended, coming out to play, and he groaned against her mouth. He yanked her closer, until every inch of her sweet form molded into his. Need throbbed through him, desperate for more. His cock swelled to painful proportions against her soft belly. He’d wanted Grace before, but the way she responded to him, tangling her arms around his neck and brushing her body against his, that desire multiplied a hundredfold. His dreams of her were nothing compared to the real Grace.
She moaned against his lips. The sound, close to the purr of a kitten, shot through his blood. If he was a cat, she was his catnip. Everything she did, every brush of her body against his, every swipe of her tongue across his, had his body desperate for more. That she didn’t seem to understand her appeal only made her more enticing.
The sweet smile on her face when he pulled back almost undid him. Her lips were plump and pink from their kisses. Her eyes glazed with desire. She looked so damn cute he could eat her up. And he planned to, very soon.
“What are you smiling about, princess?” He brushed his fingers across her cheek, the texture like silk beneath his touch.
“Oh, nothing. Just wondering if anyone at the ball has figured out we slipped away yet.”
Nash chuckled behind her, his arm wrapping around her waist. He nuzzled into her hair. “Slipped away to have naughty sex with two bad boys.”
“Oh, I doubt they figure out were gone…yet.” Cassidy traced a finger up her arm, enjoying the way her muscles twitched beneath his touch. There’s no way they’d figure out who G
race left with, or what she was doing. Most of the town had no idea who Grace really was. Even they hadn’t known, before accidentally receiving her mail.
Now that they knew the truth, there was no going back. He couldn’t forget the real Grace, any more than he could walk away from Nash.
“None of them know the real you.” She looked about to argue, but Cassidy continued too fast for her to interject. “But we do.” His hand continued across her shoulder to the nape of her neck, twisting in the thin straps knotted there. The last scrap of fabric separating him from all of Grace’s heavenly attributes. The fabric of her dress was smooth and cool beneath his fingertips, but couldn’t compare to the softness of her skin. There wasn’t much on the planet that could compete with Grace.
“We know the real you, princess.” He kissed her jaw, flicking his tongue across her throat. “And we love it.” Unclasping the strap behind her neck, he pushed the satin off her body, revealing creamy flesh from her shoulders all the way to her mid-stomach. The only obstruction to his view was a black strapless bra, holding up her breasts.
He shouldn’t be surprised. Of course she’d worn a bra. She was a rule follower, like she’d said. Any good girl didn’t leave the house without a bra. But he’d still hoped to finally see all of her. All the curves he’d dreamed about for so long. The pretty nipples he fantasied about night after night.
The skimpy strapless bra wouldn’t keep him out for long. One good shove and it dropped from her breasts, exposing her nipples to the air. Round and pink, exactly how he’d envisioned them—and he’d thought about them quite a few times. Her nipples beaded in the cool air, calling to him. And he couldn’t think of a good reason to deny himself. He sucked one of those peaks into his mouth.
He moaned, lapping at her skin. Her taste rolled across his tongue. He’d never experienced anything sweeter. That was until a soft whimper escaped her lips. She tangled her fingers in his hair, towing him closer, and he almost came right there. If he died right now, he would leave this earth a very happy man.
At least that’s what he’d thought, until he realized all the other places he could taste. No way was he ready to go just yet. Not until he’d watched her come at least a dozen times. Or maybe three dozen.
Fabric brushed against his stomach as Nash released the clasp and removed the bra, but Cassidy didn’t look up. There would be plenty of time to see all that soft skin later. Right now he had two sweet little nipples to devour, and nothing would stand in his way.
* * * *
If Nash and Cassidy were trying to kill her, they were doing a fantastic job. Her whole body burned. Her heart pounded. Her lungs worked double time. Even her brain wasn’t functioning properly. It took her three times the normal length of time to process any thought.
She’d known being with two men would be overwhelming. She’d never had a doubt about that. She’d written about it. Read about it for years. But the reality far outweighed the fantasy. By a million times. Maybe more.
“You know what I love most about women’s clothing?” Nash’s breath was warm and seductive against her skin as she tried to gather enough mental capacity together to understand what he was saying. How could he think while the three of them stood so close together, all their clothes partially removed? She certainly couldn’t.
“They are so easy to take off.” Placing his fingers beneath the satin, Nash pushed her dress over her hips. The cool breeze brushed her legs, as the fabric puddled around her ankles.
Cassidy finished the job, bending over and picking up the bundle. They were a good team. He gave the satin a quick shake before he placed her dress over her desk chair to keep it from wrinkling too much. The consideration tugged at her chest.
“They must have been designed by men.” Her words were broken by panting gasps, but from the two masculine chuckles surrounding her, they understood well enough.
“I think you’re right, sweetheart.” His words were a deep rumble in her ear as his hand held her hips. His fingers toyed with the edge of her underwear, and her entire body buzzed. She grabbed Cassidy’s shoulders, holding tight as her knees threatened to buckle.
When his fingers delved beneath the lacy fabric of her panties, she fought to continue breathing. Every inch of her focused on the place where he touched her. The direct contact set a fire raging through her. She couldn’t remember another man affecting her this way.
Not that she had a lot of opportunities. Somewhere deep inside she knew volume wasn’t the issue. Cassidy and Nash were different than anyone she’d ever met before. They suffered through tough childhoods and enough bumps and bruises as adults to break her heart. Yet they never stopped pushing. Their resilience was admirable.
But maybe it was simpler than that. Maybe it was because they were unbelievably attractive. Rugged and dangerously appealing, unlike any other man she’d been with. All her other nerdy boyfriends had nothing on these two.
Or maybe it was the two of them together. Holding her, kissing her, touching her together. The combined sensations frying her brain to ash.
Not that the reason really mattered. What mattered was how they made her feel. And right now, with the two of them staring at her mostly naked body like a feast they were about ready to devour, she felt attractive in a way she never had before.
Nash grabbed the edge of her underwear and tugged them down to her ankles. Goose bumps exploded across her skin, pebbling the surface of her thighs and stomach. Nash nuzzled into the space between her neck and shoulder, placing a kiss on the junction there. His hands brushed down her sides. His rough calloused fingers sent quivers through her whole body. “Maybe I should go into the fashion business. I could design a dress that could be ripped off in less than one second.”
A shiver ran through her. She didn’t know which she responded to, the way he talked about wanting her naked in a second or less, the image of him ripping her clothes off, or the delicate way his tongue flicked across her neck. It was all hot. So fucking hot.
“I think that’s a good idea.” Cassidy traced undistinguishable patterns across her skin. “What do you think, sweetheart?”
Her brain foggy, she had trouble keeping up with the conversation, let alone being able to think of any response. She was pretty sure they’d been talking about her dress, but somewhere around the time Nash had pulled off her underwear, she’d lost the thread of their conversation. Completely understandable in her opinion.
“I don’t think she agrees, bro,” Cassidy filled in, after she’d taken too long to respond. He placed a kiss against the corner of her mouth before stroking across her cheek to the edge of her jaw. “But I like the idea. I like any idea that has our Grace naked and fast.”
Oh god, she liked that idea, too. But even more, she liked that they wanted her naked. The way they said it shot lust through her veins so hot and thick she could barely breathe. Her knees threatened to give out beneath the weight of her need. If they didn’t stop toying with her and start getting her off pretty soon, she might combust. It couldn’t be healthy to have so much pent-up lust running through your body.
“Yes, please,” she all but moaned.
“See, she thinks it’s a good idea,” Nash whispered against her throat as he pressed kisses there. He wrapped his hands around her breasts. The brush against her nipples had her whole body shaking. Her pussy dampened, her thighs quivering. It was too much. Her body sagged toward the floor. Luckily Nash anticipated her weak muscles. Twisting his arm around her middle, he held her close and she leaned most of her weight on him.
“No, she doesn’t.” Cassidy curled his hands around her cheek and forced her gaze up to his. His eyes flashed with so much hungry fire she almost couldn’t breathe. “She’s so blissed out right now she’d agree to anything.” His thumb rubbed across the bone in such an affectionate gesture her heart skipped a beat.
“We’ll have to agree to disagree.” Nash chuckled seconds before his lips coasted across her throat. He nipped at her neck, slipping a hand down
her side to her hips.
His touch felt so good she almost forgot to be worried about the extra pounds hugging her midsection. Or the dimples and stretch marks across her hips. But when his hand shifted between her thighs, all thoughts vanished from her mind. She could only think about his touch along her sensitive flesh. His finger combed through her pubic hair, sending tingles deep into her pelvis.
“Most guys like a shaved pussy,” Nash whispered against her neck before nipping her lightly.
“But we’re not most guys.” Cassidy licked her nipple. She jumped at the sudden touch. The huge smile on his face said he got the reaction he hoped for.
“You have a pretty bush, baby.” Nash’s finger explored deeper, slipping between her lips and brushing against the slippery flesh beneath.
She moaned at the brush of his fingers. His rough calluses shot excitement through her. The knowledge he could be rough, but was soft with her, sang through her blood. She probably wasn’t special. He’d probably been with tons of women and treated them the same, but since she’d never know the difference she didn’t see the problem with enjoying the fantasy.
“I can’t wait to taste you.” The sexy rumble of his voice in her ear had every inch of her body burning. “But first I want to see you come.”
Gasping, she nodded. She wanted that, too. God, she wanted to come more than she ever had before. Nash pushed his finger inside her, at the same time Cassidy sucked her nipple. She screamed, gripping Cassidy harder, her whole body too muddled to handle anything as trivial as staying upright.
Before she could process what was happening, Cassidy’s hand slid between her legs. He pushed a finger inside her right along Nash’s. Everything inside her shuddered. Her muscles clenched hard, sucking them farther inside. Their two fingers together stretched her deliciously.
When she thought about having two men together—and she’d thought about it a lot—she’d never imagined anything like this. The sensation of their fingers moving inside her, together but not exactly the same. Gasping, she sucked in as much oxygen into her overworked lungs as she could.
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