I bit the inside of my cheek. This was the bit where I should tell them we needed our sleep. And I might have, if it weren’t for the flames racing through my veins, and every inch of my skin pleading for a hands-on taste of being eased into. “What did you have in mind?”
Kane shook his head and dropped his hand. “Not us. You. What is it you’re afraid of failing at? Be specific.”
“Everything.” I couldn’t make myself form actual descriptive sentences. It really was different in real life. Over chat, I heard their voices, but there were no expressions. No actual contact. No visual cues that the moment was disappointing. Over chat, everyone enjoyed it, because it was all fantasy.
“Everything is vague.” Kane looked me over. Everywhere his gaze fell, the desire to be touched followed. “For instance, have you ever had a guy strip you down a piece of clothing at a time, and visually drink in that gorgeous body of yours?”
My answer stuck in my throat, as images and phantom sensations accompanied his question. My nipples tightened against my bra, begging to be freed. “No,” I managed.
Kane tucked a finger inside the waistband of my jeans and glided it, caressing my skin. “Would you like to?”
Chapter Five
I really, really liked the idea. My mind worked overtime with whispers of what this would lead to. I hovered at the edge of yes, terrified of what crossing that line meant.
Isaiah whispered, “It’s all part of the learning process, Dee. No strings. No commitment. We promise.”
“Yes.” Saying the word sent a new wave of desire coursing through me, unfurling in my belly and pulsing between my thighs.
Kane’s smile was wicked and hungry. He tugged up the bottom of my T-shirt, and then yanked it over my head. The cool air of the fan was a sharp contrast to my heated skin. I expected to be ashamed, standing between them almost topless. Instead dampness spread between my legs, at the two sets of eyes on me.
Isaiah’s short nails scuffed my back as he unhooked my bra, then he dragged the straps down my arms. My nipples were already hard points, bright pink in the open air and begging to be touched. Would I get that chance? My heart hammered against my ribs in anticipation.
Kane undid my jeans and pushed them and my panties to the floor. He never made contact more than was necessary to strip off my clothes, but the way he studied me felt like a million fingers dancing over my skin. Silence descended between us until I was pretty sure my hammering pulse roared over the air conditioner. “What now?” I forced myself to ask.
Isaiah stood close enough to my back, his warmth reached me, but he didn’t touch me again. “What do you want now?”
“This is about me being inexperienced, remember?”
“No.” Kane traced the outline of my frame with his hand, but never came close enough for me to feel the caress. “This is about you learning to ask for what you want. You want the cute guy at the competition? You ask him out. Invite him up to your room.” He stepped closer and hovered his palm above my breast. “If you want me to touch you, tell me where.”
This entire situation was absurd. Straight out of a cheesy porn movie—not that I minded those if the actors enjoyed themselves. It wasn’t the kind of thing that happened in real life, though. Two guys teaching their inexperienced friend how to have good sex, so she could hook up with someone else? Implausible.
It was also incredibly enticing, and there was no way I would turn down the chance. I licked my lips, to bring some of the moisture back into them, and tried to pull a coherent request from my scrambling brain. “I like my nipples played with.”
He traced a thumb over the rigid peak, and I gasped at the thread of pleasure the motion tugged inside. “Hard or soft?” he asked.
“Hard.”
He moved both hands into place, one on each side, and rolled my nipples between his fingers. With each tug or pinch, a new throb of desire spiked through my sex.
Isaiah wrapped his arms around my waist, and I groaned at the contrast in his tender touch compared to Kane’s. Isaiah traced tiny circles over my hips with his thumbs. “Do you want more?”
I nodded.
“Tell him.”
“I like them sucked on.”
Kane lowered his mouth to one breast and flicked his tongue over the swollen nub.
“God, yes.” I whimpered and thrust against his mouth. The rough texture of his tongue and the occasional bite stole the oxygen from my head.
Isaiah glided his palms lower and paused just below my waist. “What else do you like? What else would you like to try?”
I swallowed and tried to figure out what to ask for next. My pulsing clit wanted attention, and that was always where I zeroed in, when I wanted to get off. This was different. It was heady and intoxicating and consuming. The goal was the same though, right? “You could put your fingers between my legs.”
Isaiah’s hand crept down, while Kane continued to lavish my breasts with attention. Isaiah asked, “Do you ever use a vibrator?”
“Sometimes. But they’re noisy, and I like…” The confession died in my throat.
“Like what?” He hesitated above my slit, ticking the tender skin.
“When I’m turned on, I like the tactile sensation.” I’d said these things before. To them, even. With each new word, it got a little easier. “I like feeling how wet I get. Playing with my clit myself.”
He dipped his fingers between my folds, and pleasure burst forward inside. He didn’t linger long enough to make me come, but the new touch kept me hovering at the edge. I squirmed between them, not sure which sensation to focus on, the combined attentions holding me at the brink of climax. Isaiah traced circles around my clit, tightening them until my breathing burst out in shallow gasps. He eased off, and Kane pinched and sucked, before pulling away long enough to blow lightly across a damp nipple.
I tried to get closer to both touches, but it seemed as if each time I shifted, one of them backed away enough to deny me release.
“That can’t be all you like.” Isaiah kissed along my bare shoulder.
He obviously expected more input, but right now the only thing I could think of was coming against his hand. “I don’t know. What do you recommend?”
He kissed the edge of my ear. “Handcuffs.”
The single word sent a new shock through my frame. I didn’t know if the idea of being bound terrified or enticed me, and I wasn’t sure how it would get me off now.
“Maybe another night.” Isaiah dipped a finger inside me, before moving back up my slit, to tease again. “That is, if you’re interested another night. What else do you want right now? Unless you’re worn out?”
I wasn’t. But I did trip over the implication we might do this again. There was one thing I wanted that I almost always got with them online. “Both of you.” I swallowed. “Inside me at the same time.” I didn’t think it would work, but they insisted it was possible.
Isaiah honed in on my clit, teasing the swollen button until I couldn’t breathe. “I like the way you think.” He stroked me until pleasure spilled through my body, stealing my desire to stand. Making my head swim. Sparking colors behind my eyes. I was pretty sure I screamed when I came, grinding into his hand until I couldn’t take it anymore.
Kane moved his mouth to mine and kissed me with a hunger I’d never tasted before. It dragged out the pleasant edges of my climax and sang through my senses. He pulled back, searching my eyes. “Are you sure?”
It was actually going to happen? I would have asked for clarification, but I didn’t want to destroy the moment. “Yes. But you’re both wearing too many clothes.”
Kane nodded at Isaiah. “You heard the lady.”
I wasn’t sure who to focus on, as they undressed. Both men were sexy. Kane with his thin frame and defined torso. Isaiah covered in muscle. Both with cocks standing at attention—and wow, I’d never been with someone so well-endowed before. I reached toward Kane, then hesitated. Was I allowed to do this?
He grabbed my
wrist, trailed my finger down his chest, and wrapped my palm around his dick. I thought my skin was hot, but his almost burned me. He hissed when I stroked. “You need to work on that asking for what you want thing.” His words filtered through clenched teeth.
Isaiah passed something over my shoulder, and I realized the little square was a condom. At least they were prepared. I tried not to put too much thought into why. I knew—or at least I assumed from the things they said in chat—they didn’t use those with each other.
Kane rolled his protection on, then took my hands again. He guided me along, as he stepped back toward the bed. “This takes a little squishing and maneuvering”—he sat on the edge of the mattress, then tugged on me—“but it can be amazing.” He locked his gaze on mine. “And fuck, I want to feel you riding me.”
I straddled his legs and hovered above his erection. Hands on my hips, he glided inside. I was still wet, so there wasn’t much friction, but he stretched me out. I sighed as I sank onto his shaft. If I wasn’t as hungry for Isaiah as I was for Kane, I’d say this was enough. The way he rocked inside me, tight and slow, and the clench of his jaw making me think he was holding back, amped my desire.
He slid his hands to my back and pulled me to him. He lay a series of nibbles along my lower lip before claiming my mouth and driving his tongue inside. I pressed into him, molding my body to his, wanting to be a part of him. He slid his hands to my ass, and shock pricked my senses when something cool glided along my crack. A finger, probably covered in lube.
“Relax.” Isaiah’s calm tone was a sharp contrast to the ravenous kiss consuming half my attention.
I drank in Kane’s touch. Tangled my fingers in his hair. Dove into the pocket encompassing all three of us.
I started when something else nudged my back entrance. Kane pulled my gaze back to him. His brown eyes were wide and wild. Frightening, in a seductive, ethereal way. “Don’t think about it too much.” He kissed down my chin and to my throat, his words rumbling through my flesh. “Focus on how it feels, not what he’s doing.”
I gasped when the head of Isaiah’s cock pushed inside. I clenched around him involuntarily, and he paused.
“I’m okay,” I assured him.
He glided in slowly, an inch at a time, waiting for me to relax with each push. It took more concentration than I thought I had not to squeeze at the intrusion, but the sensation of slowly being filled was delicious. I felt their cocks pressing against each other through the thin wall dividing them.
They shifted, and Kane began to thrust. Isaiah met his pace, slowly at first, and then picking up speed. I dug my fingers into Kane’s chest, sinking into every new feeling. Swimming in the experience. Drowning in pleasure.
Isaiah snaked his hand between Kane and me and found my clit again. It was tender from his last visit, but he pressed hard, grinding his fingers into the inflamed flesh, pounding in my ass. I was almost hoarse when a series of cries tore from my throat, drawing out with each spike of pleasure. Holding me at the edge of orgasm and stealing my thoughts as I came. Through the haze of it all, I was aware of them thrusting, grunting, the twin sounds of them climaxing, but I wasn’t sure who finished first, or how long the moment spanned.
My mind was blank when we collapsed in a pile on the bed, Isaiah tugging me to lay next to him, and Kane half under me. It would probably take some time before my limbs responded. Several minutes ticked away, before the clouds cleared from my thoughts.
The first words that managed to form in my head were, Wow. That was amazing. The next were, What else have you missed out on by not asking?
The question hovered in my mind, mingling with the euphoria of the evening, insisting it was important I listen.
Whatever I was trying to tell myself, it would wait until tomorrow.
Chapter Six
The next morning, I extracted myself from tangled limbs and climbed from the bed. The moment I was gone, Kane and Isaiah wrapped themselves around each other, neither waking. The sight warmed me and ached in a hollow pit in my chest. It was that bond again. That indescribable something the two of them radiated together. Once-in-a-lifetime, sleeping soundly in front of me.
I shook aside the thoughts and focused on more pleasant ones instead. Last night, for instance. That had been amazing. I got the impression my tastes ran pretty tame, even though to me it was almost all new and kinky. I’d enjoyed every minute of it. I grabbed my clothes and headed for the shower. That was one thing none of us considered last night. Three people on a schedule, sharing a shower, wasn’t going to be easy.
Actually, more than one of us sharing at a time could be fun. My skin heated several degrees at the idea. That was one for the fantasy bin. I was tempted to let it play out in my head under the hot water, but last night left me sore and satisfied. And maybe a little reluctant to go back to finishing myself off with no one else around.
What else have you missed out on by not asking?
The question from last night careened in from nowhere, slamming into my thoughts at high speed. I turned on the water and waited for it to heat while I spun the words over in my head. Why was I so fixated on that?
I stripped down and stepped under the almost scalding shower. Would James and I still be together if I knew how to voice what I wanted? I shook the question aside before it could sour in my gut. For some reason, the only thing that hurt when I thought about him was that he’d cheated. There was no ache he was gone. No longing to get him back. That was kind of fucked up.
The loan for the cookie business. Maybe I hadn’t been asking hard enough for that. Which felt ridiculous. I had a business plan, three-year profit-and-loss projections, and financial statements proving the idea made money. I went into each bank meeting professionally.
And still, every single person told me they didn’t see a long-term future in hand-painted cookie bouquets with videogame people on them.
The thoughts swirled in my head, none of them giving me any answers. I shut the water off, dried, dressed, and brushed my hair. And… the guys were asleep. I should wake them, but they’d driven for two days straight, it was only eight, and Vegas was less than ten hours away. They could sleep a little longer. Maybe I’d mock up some new cookie designs.
My phone vibrated, startling me, when I grabbed it from the top of my duffel back. I laughed quietly at my own jumpiness and checked the message.
Call me in five minutes, or I’m sending the cops to your phone’s GPS location. It was from Julie.
Crap. I sent Kane and Isaiah a text saying I’d be in the diner, grabbed my laptop, and dialed Julie as I strolled out the motel room door.
“Where the hell are you?”
I had to hold the phone several inches from my ear, to keep from going deaf at the volume of her question. I brought the device back to my head and adopted my most apologetic voice. “I’m sorry. I completely forgot when we got in last night.” I left off the bit about being focused on other things. Julie had a hard enough time understanding how I flirted with Kane and Isaiah when they weren’t standing in front of me. I’d fill her in the moment I got home.
“Swear to me you’re okay.” Julie’s tone quieted enough it only half drilled into my eardrums.
“I’m fine. I promise. No one’s holding me hostage or forcing me to say that. They’re both heavy sleepers.”
“How can you be fine?” Julie asked. “That asshole you were dating was fucking another woman.”
I winced at the reminder, but the empty pit I should feel about him being gone still wasn’t there. “I promise I’m good, the guys aren’t serial killers, and I’ll survive the next week with them.”
“All right.” Julie sighed. “I’m just worried. As soon as you get home, ice cream and movies with zombies?”
I grimaced. Fake gore nauseated me, but Julie loved picking the films apart and deciding what the survivors had done right and wrong. “Action with lots of explosions. I’m the one who’s heartbroken, remember?” But was I?
“Y
eah, all right. Text me when you get to Vegas, and again when you leave. And if you win that ten-thousand-dollar prize, bring me something pretty.”
“We’re not going to win, but I’ll find you something anyway. Laters.”
I dropped my phone in my purse and made my way into the diner. I snagged a table for three, with the disclaimer the other two might be a while, and a request to keep the coffee coming in the meantime. The place was mostly empty. A couple of men in suits and ties sat alone at their tables, one staring at a phone and the other flipping through a newspaper. Perfect atmosphere for drawing.
I set up my laptop and grabbed my stylus. The machine had cost me a small fortune. It was powerful enough to game on, and also had a touch screen so I could draw and design on it. I purchased it about four months ago, using profits from cookie sales. James had freaked out, demanding to know how I could justify almost five grand on a stupid fucking computer.
Asshole.
I pulled up a clean screen and started to sketch. I lost track of time as I bled together colors and lines. My mind drifted easily from one nothing topic to the next. Once I got the design solid, I’d be able to reproduce it quickly on each cookie. One of our selling points was I painted them all by hand—probably not practical, but I could do one in about five minutes. It was getting the prototype to a stage I was comfortable reproducing that took the most time.
“Wow. You’re amazing.” Isaiah’s comment startled me.
I let out a tiny squeak and dropped my stylus. A line smeared across the screen. Fuck. I undid the error, grateful it didn’t take any of my work with it, and saved the image before stowing my laptop.
“Didn’t mean to sneak up on you. Sorry.” He slid into the booth across from me.
I was surprised, but didn’t complain when Kane took the seat next to me instead. He might have done it so he could talk face to face with Isaiah, but I liked the occasional brush of his arm against mine.
“He’s right. You’re fantastic,” Kane said. “You’re freehanding that, without a reference image or anything.”
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