by Anne Rainey
Hypnotized and unable to resist, Crystal lifted her hand. Trent took it and tenderly kissed her knuckles. Crystal let out her breath and allowed Trent to steer her toward the center of the room where several other couples danced to the beat of some sexy, slow tune. As Trent’s arms came around her, Crystal looked to the left and saw Mac watching them, a tender smile on his face.
“I can feel you trembling. Don’t think this to death. Just feel. That’s all, just feel.”
Feel? How could she do any less with Trent’s powerful arms surrounding her, embracing her in his masculine warmth? He pulled her up against his hard strength, and Crystal realized that tonight was going to be a night she’d never forget.
Crystal felt at home. It was odd, but there it was. Nothing could ever harm her with Trent’s strong arms holding her tight. She twined her arms around his neck, and he pulled her in tighter. She immediately knew what he wanted to show her. The rigid, thickness of his cock was now pressed into her belly. Crystal’s knees went weak. Her eyes sought his, searching for confirmation. His wicked smile sent her blood pressure soaring. He rotated his hips, causing heat to pool between her legs and her face to flame.
Leaning down, his hot breath against her ear, Trent whispered, “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. You’re beautiful. Feeling your sweet curves against me is driving me right out of my mind.” He lifted his head, his gaze so dark she barely saw the pupils. “I’m not going to do anything about it. Not unless you want me to. Do you want me to, Crystal?”
“I—I don’t know.”
“Are you a little turned on?” he whispered against her ear.
“Maybe,” she confessed. “But we’re strangers, Trent.”
“Yes, but I want to change that. Tonight.”
Crystal shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never done this before.”
“Maybe we should find out where this could go.”
“Trent’s right.”
Crystal froze at the deep baritone coming from directly behind her. Turning her head, she saw Mac, and he was close. Close enough she could smell his clean masculine scent and see the tension riding him.
The ramifications of what they were saying hit her at once. “Both of you?” Her nipples hardened, as if begging to be touched, tasted, played with by Mac and Trent both.
Mac cupped the back of her neck. It was a strong, possessive hold. She couldn’t move. “You sound surprised, angel.”
“Surprised barely covers it,” she said, and her voice sounded husky. Damn it, she sounded aroused. “You two must have had too much to drink or something.” Lighten the mood, she lectured herself.
Mac tsked. “Nah, Trent never drinks and I only had a few sips of a light beer earlier.”
“Come upstairs with us,” Trent whispered. “Where we can be alone. We can talk about this in private.”
“Talk?” she asked, turned on despite her suspicions.
“Talk, nothing more. Unless it’s what you want,” he added. “I promise.”
“You have our word, angel,” Mac said, adding his two cents to Trent’s. “The ball’s in your court.”
“But you don’t deny you want me. Both of you. At once.” She said it quietly, but still it felt like all eyes were on her.
“We won’t lie to you,” Trent said. “Having you beneath us is something we desperately want, Crystal.”
Crystal slapped a hand over her eyes. “Oh God. I must be insane to even consider this.”
Mac pried her hand away, a tender smile on his face. “Insane because you like the idea?”
She couldn’t lie, not about this. “Well, it’s not exactly a turnoff,” she answered, her voice quivering. From fear or excitement? Both, she suspected.
Trent’s arms tightened, and Mac’s silver gaze blazed with passion. “Follow me,” Mac growled.
Mac gestured to someone. Making arrangements for someone to hold down the fort? Most likely. Heat filled her cheeks when the man’s gaze darted her way for a split second. As Mac started out of the room, Trent wrapped a hand around her smaller one, then led her toward the doorway. Her legs shook. She was really doing this. Going upstairs with Trent and Mac. Would they make love to her? Both powerful men? She couldn’t even begin to wrap her head around it. Crystal had no experience with the wilder side of life. What would they expect from her, and would she even be able to satisfy them? Suddenly Trent stopped and cupped her chin in his large, gentle grip. “Stop thinking it to death. We only want what you want. We’re not going to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
His gaze dropped to her chest. His nostrils flared as he muttered, “So sweet. So tempting.”
“So out of my depth,” she muttered.
Trent brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. Without another word, he took her to the stairs. Halfway up he stopped her again, murmuring, “Tell me, baby, are you wet right now? Is your pussy eager for my touch?”
“Trent.” She had no idea what she was going to say. She had no words to describe the feelings rioting inside her in that moment.
“Mac and I are going to make you feel so damn good. Every sexy inch of you, Crystal.”
She had to make him understand. He had to know she wasn’t this daring. That she’d never been wild or uninhibited in bed. She swiveled on her heel, nearly tumbling right off the step had Trent not reached out and grabbed her around the waist. “I’ve never . . . this isn’t—”
“Shh, it’s okay.” He reached around and patted her bottom. “Upstairs first.”
Crystal hesitated. She could walk away right now. Go back to her friend and forget this ever happened. Oh crap. Mollie. Crystal turned around and spotted her friend dancing with a tall, dark-haired man. Crystal didn’t recognize him. Was he someone Mollie knew well or had they just met? Crystal stepped away from Mac and Trent and held up a hand. “Uh, give me a sec, okay?”
A beat of silence stretched between them, then they both nodded. She walked away, but quickly peeked back, and a thrill ran up her as she noticed that neither of them had budged an inch. They simply stood by and waited. When Crystal approached Mollie, her friend glanced her way and grinned. “Having a good time?” Mollie asked as she spotted Mac and Trent waiting for her. “Those two are so into you,” she whispered into her ear.
Heat stole into her cheeks. “Uh, actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
Mollie held up a hand. “Say no more. I’m going to hitch a ride with Remmington here.” She patted the man she’d been dancing with on the chest. “He and I have known each other for years.”
Remmington winked as he tweaked Mollie’s nose. “I’ll take good care of her.”
Crystal nodded, then looked back at Mollie. “Are you sure?”
“I’m positive, sweetie, but what about you?” She pointedly glanced over at Trent and Mac. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
“No, I really don’t,” she blurted out. “But for once I don’t want to think it to death. I just want to have a good time.” She cringed as her own words sank in. “Oh God, is that horrible of me?”
“Of course not.” Mollie hugged her close and said, “And just so you know, I think you must be awfully special to catch their eye.”
Curious, she said, “Oh?”
“Well, as long as I’ve been coming here, I’ve never seen them dance with one of the customers.”
A jolt of pleasure shot through her at the knowledge that maybe, just maybe, this was as special for Mac and Trent as it was for her. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“You’d better,” she replied with a grin.
As Crystal made her way back to Mac and Trent she saw the warmth in their smiles and the gentleness in the men’s gazes. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that neither man would hold it against her if she turned them down and chose to go home, alone. But wasn’t it about time she did something that gave her pleasure? Her entire marriage had been about pleasing Richard. This was her time. And she was calling the shots. Making the final decision c
almed Crystal’s racing heart as nothing else could.
When Crystal reached the men, nothing was said as she simply started up the stairs, taking the steps one a time. When she reached the upstairs landing, Mac was beside her, quietly waiting. She let her gaze travel the length of him. As she spied the rigid hardness of his cock beneath the navy slacks, her mouth watered. Trent moved in beside her, both men wearing grins. Crystal shuddered.
Trent couldn’t believe his eyes. The minute he’d spotted her, he’d wanted her. He’d never had such a strong reaction to a woman in his club before. Crystal was different. He was a mere few feet from their private room. Trent licked his lips, anticipation humming along his nerve endings. His cock, already hard enough to drive spikes through cement blocks, strained against the tight confines of his slacks. He looked over at Mac and saw the same hunger, the same wild need. Mac’s gaze stayed on Crystal as he stepped backward. Once. Twice. When his back hit the door to their private suite, he said, “Do you trust us, Crystal?”
Trent held his breath. Would she go through that door, or would she tell them both to go to hell? The woman seemed to possess a no-nonsense attitude. He liked it. She said what she meant. She didn’t play games like some of the women he’d dated.
“Yes, I trust you. I wouldn’t have come up here if I didn’t.”
Trent exhaled. Mac grinned, then reached behind his back and turned the knob. He pushed it open and stepped aside. “After you, baby.”
Crystal looked over at him, her gaze eating him up. Trent easily saw the arousal, but there was a healthy dose of nerves, too. He reached out and cupped her cheek. Damn, she had the softest skin. He’d never touched anything finer. “Easy, baby. We won’t hurt you.”
“But when I go in there”—she sent a look toward the suite—“we’re going to be together. The three of us.”
“Is that what you want?” Trent asked, his voice rough with the feelings coursing through him.
“I—I don’t know.” Crystal pushed a hand through her hair, mussing the shiny brown strands. Trent ached to grab a handful and press it against his face. Crystal’s hair smelled like coconuts. He fucking loved coconuts.
As he moved his thumb over Crystal’s bottom lip, he smeared her pink gloss. Christ, he wanted her mouth naked. No paint, just smooth skin. And soon to be wrapped around his cock if he had anything to say about it.
“Would you like to hear what I want?”
She snorted and wrapped her small hand around his wrist, then pulled his hand away from the temptation of her mouth. “I’m pretty sure I already have a good grasp on what you want, Trent.”
Trent winked. “In case there’s any confusion, allow me to spell it out.” He stepped closer, close enough to feel the soft weight of her breasts against his chest. He wondered about the shade of her nipples. Were they a dark mauve or a pretty pink? “I want you to walk through that door,” he softly demanded. “I want you to take off that lovely bit of black satin. And I want you to let Mac and me take you to heaven. That’s what I want. The question that needs answering now is, is that what you want?”
Crystal bit her lip, then turned and stepped over the threshold. He heard Mac curse. Trent fisted his hands at his side, hoping beyond hope to maintain control. Slow, he reminded himself. Crystal was intrigued, but she was a far cry from where he and Mac were. They knew exactly what they wanted, and sharing a woman wasn’t new for them. But Trent had a feeling that Crystal was a babe compared to them. They would need to be gentle.
Trent entered the room after Crystal. Mac came in behind him, closing the door with a soft click. The music from downstairs could barely be heard; the only other sound in the gently lit room was the rapid beat of his own heart. He’d heard the term before, but he’d never truly understood what it meant to hear your own heartbeat. He had a feeling it was beating so hard that Mac and Crystal could probably hear the damn thing.
“Wow,” Crystal said as she looked around the room.
“We recently redecorated,” Trent said as he glanced around. They’d kept the décor very simple. A butter-cream couch and recliner created a cozy sitting area to one side of the room. A stainless-steel bar with recessed lighting that shone on several bottles of liquor was situated on the other. There was a panel of monitors on the wall that showed different parts of the nightclub so they could keep track of any illegal activity.
“What’s in here?” Crystal asked as she walked through a doorway. “Oh,” she mumbled.
“The bedroom,” Trent replied, knowing it was completely obvious with the king-sized bed.
“I see that.” Trent noticed Crystal’s gaze land on it and linger. He had to admit, the damn bed looked inviting as hell, with its tufted white headboard and fluffy black satin comforter. Crystal walked toward it. Can she feel my gaze on her? Trent’s cock hardened as Crystal leaned down and smoothed her palm over the cool material. “Soft. And huge.”
“Yep,” Mac said, speaking up finally.
Crystal turned around and sat down, her gaze darting back and forth between them. “And now you two are about to share it with me?”
Mac laughed. “Are you always so straight to the point, angel? I have a feeling that’s one of the things Trent and I are both going to love about you.”
Mac stepped forward and knelt in front of Crystal, his hands wrapping around Crystal’s thighs, which the slit in her dress showed off to perfection. Trent stayed silent as he took in the little teasing play in front of him. He liked to watch. It’d been something he’d discovered during his first ménage à trois.
“If that’s what you want,” Mac murmured as he inched his hands higher on her thighs, “it’s what Trent and I want. What do you truly desire, Crystal?”
Crystal stared at Mac, as if unable to pull her gaze away. “I’m not sure, to be honest.”
“If you leave right now, would you regret it? Would you always wonder, what if?”
Crystal nodded shakily and smiled. “Yes, I would wonder.”
Mac stood and backed up. “Then you’ll stay?”
Trent could see the arousal in Crystal’s warm eyes. He was spellbound when Crystal reached up and fingered a strap on her black dress. Every muscle in his body tensed when Crystal flicked the strap off her shoulder. It fell to her elbow. Trent lost his ability to speak or even breathe.
“I’ll stay,” she whispered, as she pushed her dress down farther. The material fell to her waist, revealing a black lace bra. Her breasts were barely contained. Damn. If he tugged on the thin material, Trent would get an eyeful of Crystal’s perfect full tits.
Trent and Mac both cursed.
Mac cleared his throat. “How’d we get so lucky to have you walk into Kinks tonight? You’re like a dream come true,” he gritted out as he clutched her around the waist and kissed the side of her neck.
Trent moved up next to Mac, then dipped his head and kissed her left breast, lace and all. “Mm, yeah, definitely our lucky night.”
“I’d be ever so pleased if you’d take off that dress, Crystal,” Trent murmured as he and Mac stood and stepped away from the bed. “I’d love to see all of you.”
Shaking like a leaf on a tree, Crystal got to her feet, before taking hold of the soft rayon fabric and slipping it off. Her black stilettos were difficult to stand in considering her legs were like rubber at the moment. It didn’t help her nerves any to have both men watching as she tugged her black panties down her legs. Her bra and shoes went next. She noticed a muscle in Mac’s jaw twitch as he yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it away. His strong, muscular chest and ripped ab muscles demanded her full attention. She was about to see both men naked, and she licked her lips in anticipation of the gorgeous show.
When Trent began to shed his clothes, her breath caught in her throat. As the men stripped out of their clothes without a hint of modesty, it reminded Crystal how far out of her comfort zone she was. Richard’s hurtful comments about her weight came back at her full-force. Suddenly Crystal was second-guessing he
r decision.
Mac’s gaze went on a hot journey over every inch of her body. “God, you are so damn beautiful.”
A little of her insecurity fell away at Mac’s heated praise. Trent smiled as he chimed in, as well. “You truly are magnificent,” he said, in a voice as deep and mysterious as the man himself.
The men’s words ratcheted up her confidence and kept her from fleeing. Trent’s sizzling gaze heated her bloodstream, but it was the gentle understanding that she saw in him that she clung to. Could it be that this night was more than a quick lay for Mac and Trent? She didn’t want to go there. Not now. Crystal only wanted to experience pleasure. Nothing more. Still, she did have a sneaking suspicion that she wasn’t going to walk away with her heart fully intact once the sun came up.
Pushing those thoughts away, Crystal gave in to temptation and looked at both men. Mac had a few inches on Trent, but that didn’t take away from Trent’s masculinity. His impressive body was hard, and his long, firm cock jutted away from his body. Her mouth watered. A slow, ornery grin appeared on his face as he caught her eyeballing his erection. Crystal’s cheeks burned. Mac shifted to the right, catching her attention. She looked him over, thoroughly, taking in his leaner, taller frame. His solid, swollen cock had her mouth watering. He wrapped a fist around it and squeezed. Crystal stared, dazed. She cleared her throat and spared Trent a quick look. He was so quiet, watching her. She looked down his body and realized he’d hardened further. My God, the man was huge.
“Lie down, baby.”
Crystal couldn’t possibly disobey Trent in that moment. What woman could? Sitting on the bed, she moved to do as he bid and positioned herself in the center, then she lay back. The sight of Mac and Trent in all their bronzed glory coming toward her, both men staring at her as if she were a tasty treat, had her pussy weeping with joy. Their well-muscled bodies and naughty grins were enough to have Crystal begging and drooling.
As they slid onto the bed on either side of her, Crystal could do no more than stare. Trent moved closer, his gaze on her face before traveling over her body. She looked down and saw his hand wrapped around his cock. The air in the room turned thick and hot.
