by Anne Rainey
She couldn’t lie, not about this. Not when they were opening themselves up to her in such a vulnerable way. “It’s not repugnant,” she answered, her voice quivering. From fear or excitement? Both, she suspected.
Devon’s arms tightened and Con’s silver gaze blazed with passion. “Follow me,” Con growled.
Con gestured to Jason, his personal assistant. Making arrangements for Jason to handle the guests? Most likely. Heat filled her cheeks when Jason’s gaze darted her way for a split second. As Con started out of the room, Devon wrapped a hand around her smaller one, then led her toward the doorway. Her legs shook. She was really doing this. Going upstairs with Devon and Con. Would they make love to her? Both powerful men? She couldn’t even begin to get her head around it. Tory had no experience to aid her in this. What would they expect from her? Would she be able to satisfy two such virile men? More importantly, what would it do to their friendship?
Suddenly, Devon stopped and cupped her chin in his large, gentle grip. “Stop analyzing it. Only let us please you. That’s what Con and I want. To please you.”
His gaze dropped to her chest. Was he looking at her nipples? Could he tell they were hard for him? His nostrils flared as he muttered, “So sweet. So tempting.”
“So out of my depth,” she muttered.
Devon 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, sugar, are you wet right now? Is your pussy eager for my touch?”
“Devon.” She had no idea what she was going to say. She had no words to describe the feelings rioting inside her at that moment.
“Con and I are going to make you feel so damn good. Every sexy inch of you, Tory.”
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 Devon 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, sugar.”
Tory hesitated. She could leave. Simply ask Devon to take her home. He’d do it. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he wouldn’t hold it against her, either. He would call tomorrow morning and wish her a Merry Christmas the way he always did. Did she want that? Did she want to walk away from them? Sleep in an empty bed and wonder for the rest of her life what she’d missed out on? The answer was simple. Making the final decision calmed Tory’s racing heart as nothing else could.
Turning around, Tory started up the stairs once more, taking the steps one at a time. When she reached the upstairs landing, Con was there, quietly waiting. She let her gaze travel the length of him. As she spied the rigid length of his cock beneath the navy slacks, her mouth watered. Devon moved in beside her. Both men wore twin grins. Tory shuddered.
Devon couldn’t believe his eyes. Tory, the woman who had fueled too many fantasies to count, stood a mere few feet from Con’s bedroom. Devon 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 Con and saw the same hunger, the same wild need. Con’s gaze stayed on Tory as he stepped backward. Once. Twice. When his back hit the door to his bedroom, he asked, “Do you trust us, Tory?”
Devon held his breath. Would she go through that door or would she tell them both to go to hell? With Tory, it was a toss-up. Her no-nonsense attitude had always been one of the things he’d loved so much about her. 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.”
Devon exhaled. Con grinned, then reached behind his back, turned the knob and opened the door. He pushed it open and stepped aside. “After you, baby.”
Tory looked over at him, her gaze eating him up. Devon 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. “You know us, sugar. Better than anyone, I think.”
“And when I go in there…” she sent a look toward Con’s bedroom, “…we’re going to be together. The three of us.”
“Is that what you want?” Devon asked, his voice rough with the feelings coursing through him.
“I-I don’t know.” Tory pushed a hand through her hair, mussing the shiny blonde strands. Devon ached to grab a handful and press it against his face. Tory’s hair always smelled like coconuts. He fucking loved coconuts.
As he moved his thumb over Tory’s bottom lip, he accidently smeared the pink gloss she’d applied earlier. 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, Devon.”
Devon winked. “In case there’s any confusion, allow me 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 sapphire satin. And I want you to let Con and me take you to paradise. That’s what I want. The question that needs answering now is, is that what you want?”
Tory bit her lip, then turned and stepped over the threshold. He heard Con curse. Devon fisted his hands at his side, hoping beyond hope to maintain control. Slow, he reminded himself. Tory was intrigued, but she was a far cry from where he and Con were. They’d thought of this night for months. Tory had had only minutes to get used to the idea. They would need to be gentle.
Devon entered the room after Tory. Con 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 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 Con and Tory could probably hear the damn thing.
“This is beautiful, Con,” Tory said as she looked around the room. Bright blue walls wouldn’t have been as attractive had the room not been decorated with white accents. Eggshell white table lamps sat atop mismatching white end tables, which, of course, looked designer perfect against the hardwood floor and large octagonal black-and-white area rug. There wasn’t a lot of furniture in the room. Clearly, the bed was the focal point. Devon noticed Tory’s gaze land on it and linger. Devon had to admit, the damn bed looked inviting as hell. A king-size with a tufted white headboard and fluffy black satin comforter. Tory walked toward it. Can she feel my gaze on her? Devon’s cock hardened as Tory leaned down and smoothed her palm over the cool material. “Soft. And huge.”
“Thanks,” Con said from behind. “The bed was sort of a big deal for me. Growing up, there were times I didn’t even have a bed.”
Tory turned around and sat, her gaze darting back and forth between them before finally settling on Con. “And now you’re about to share it with Devon and me?”
Con laughed. “Always straight to the point, baby. That’s one of the things Devon and I love about you.”
Con stepped forward and knelt in front of Tory, his hands wrapping around her thighs, which the slit on her dress showed to perfection. Devon 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.
“It’s my Christmas wish, Tory,” Con murmured as he inched his hands higher on her thighs. “To share this bed with you and Devon would be the best way to spend my Christmas Eve. Would you grant me my wish, pretty girl?”
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p; Tory peeked around Con and pinned Devon with a gaze hot enough to singe the hair off his chest. “You have the same Christmas wish, Dev?”
“Yes.”
Tory smiled. It was a little shaky, but Devon could see the arousal more easily now. As he stood, all but spellbound, Tory reached up and fingered a strap on her dress. Every muscle in his body tensed when Tory flicked the strap off her shoulder. It fell to her elbow. She took hold of the other thin piece of material, and his mouth went dry as the Sahara.
“Come and get your present, then,” she whispered as she pushed it down her arm. The dress fell to her waist, revealing a lacy white strapless bra. Her breasts were barely contained. Damn. A tug, that was all it would take and Devon would get an eyeful of Tory’s beautiful plump tits.
Devon and Con both cursed.
Con found his voice first. “I fucking love getting presents,” he gritted out as he clutched her around the waist and buried his head in Tory’s cleavage.
Devon crossed the room and placed one knee on the bed beside Tory’s hip. He dipped his head and kissed the smooth ivory line of her neck. “Mmm, yeah, definitely my favorite holiday.”
Chapter Four
“Take it off, Tory,” Devon commanded as he and Con stood and stepped away from the bed. “All of it, sugar.”
Shaking from both trepidation and arousal, Tory fisted a hand in the delicate material of the dress and came to her feet. The silver high heels, which had seemed like such a great idea when she’d strapped them on, had her wobbling a little. This is it, she told herself. Letting go of the dress, Tory felt it drift down her body and catch at her hips. She tugged until it spilled around her feet. Both men watched as she grasped her lace thong with both hands and slowly slid it down her legs. Con narrowed his eyes as he started to unbutton his crisp white cotton shirt. She perked up as he revealed his strong, muscular chest and ripped abs. She’d seen both men shirtless before, but this was different. Way different.
Tory stepped out of her heels and panties, then went to work on her bra. That’s when she noticed Devon start to undress. Vulnerable didn’t even begin to describe the way she felt as the men stripped out of their clothes in front of her. It wasn’t long before they were all three nude.
Con’s gaze wandered over her torso, then moved lower. “So damn sexy, baby.”
Devon smiled as he looked at her breasts. “Mmm, beautiful,” he said, his voice soft, warm.
The praise reassured Tory and gave her the bravado she needed to keep from bolting. Devon’s expression was hot, blazing hot, but there was compassion there too. She clung to the knowledge that this was more than a good time for Con and Devon. It was special to them both. And she had a feeling she wasn’t going to walk away with her heart intact. Pushing those thoughts away, Tory allowed herself a good long look at both men. Devon was shorter than Con by a few inches at the most. He was every bit as powerful, though. From the impressively hard stomach to the firm, thick erection jutting away from his body, Devon was all man. He grinned when he caught her staring, and Tory’s cheeks burned. Con shifted to the right, catching her attention. She looked him over thoroughly, taking in his leaner, taller frame. The solid, swollen cock had her mouth watering. He wrapped a fist around it and squeezed. Tory stared, dazed. She cleared her throat and spared Devon 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, sugar.”
Tory couldn’t possibly disobey Devon in that moment. What woman could? Sitting on the bed, she started to do as he bid. Once positioned in the center, Tory laid back. The sight of Con and Devon 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 Tory begging and drooling.
As they slid onto the bed on either side of her, Tory could do no more than stare. Devon 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.
Oh God. She was naked in a room with not one gorgeous hunk, but two. Damn if she hadn’t just died and gone to heaven.
Con reached out to her, wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her onto her side. Her body was as stiff as a two-by-four, every muscle strung tight. “Relax, baby. Leave all those worries behind. For now, we just want you to feel pleasure. Nothing but pleasure tonight,” Con said, his voice rich and smooth, sliding over her skin, firing her blood.
“This is frightening,” she admitted. “I’ve known you both for so long, Con.”
Con cupped her cheek in his large palm. “Shh, there’s nothing to be afraid of, sweetheart. We’re going to take care of you.”
Devon stroked her hair from behind. “Relax, Tory,” he said in a soft command. When she only stiffened further, he wrapped a fist in her hair and tugged hard enough to bring a slight sting to her scalp. “Do as I said, sugar.”
At Devon’s demand, Tory loosened at once. She reached out and began touching Con. Her right hand smoothed over his pectorals. He was all steel strength. All man. She ran her fingers through the coarse curls that littered his chest. He groaned, and it fueled her to do more than touch. Inching her leg up and over his, Tory let her pussy slide along the side of his muscular thigh. Her clit throbbed on contact. Her name passed his lips on a growl. Tory took it as a signal to continue. Encouraged by the hungry sounds coming from both men, she teased her fingers down Con’s ribcage, giving herself free rein. In some dark part of her soul, Tory enjoyed having Devon at her back, watching her touch Con.
“So sweet, baby,” Con praised, “so damn gentle and sweet.” His rough hands coasted along her overheated skin. One second she lay between the men, and the next she was spread out on top of Con’s huge body. He smiled up at her, then brought her head down for a kiss. His lips, so warm and tender, tasted her as if he wanted to spend a good long time pleasuring each and every part of her. Her mouth opened and tongues met in a wild mating dance, his hands still massaging and caressing. When his fingers teased over her clitoris, Tory broke the kiss and opened her eyes, unsure, knowing Devon’s stare was on their every move. She felt guilt wash over her. Two men. Both of them wanting her. Both of them watching her. She was so going to hell.
“Let him, Tory.”
Tory whipped her head around and saw that Devon was still lying on his side, watching. Her mouth watered at the sight of the man. Devon moved closer, aligning his body on top of her, until she was sandwiched between the two. She had a million questions, but Devon wrapped his hand around her neck and angled her head to the side, stopping the torrent with a hard kiss to her lips. When he raised his head a mere inch, he ordered, “I’m going to taste you, sugar. Every sexy inch of you.” He seemed to need no other incentive as he moved down her body. When he stroked the seam between her ass cheeks, she lost her ability to think. Her pussy spasmed as if aching for his mouth, fingers, cock. Thick, long fingers drifted back and forth over her puckered opening. She wanted him there, Tory realized. While Con fucked her pussy deep.
Devon kissed the base of her spine. “I want to fuck this tight ass, but first there’s this…” He pushed her legs wide and stroked a finger over her labia.
“Devon,” she moaned, her body already so attuned to his touch.
“Hush, baby,” Con said from beneath her. “Let Devon play.”
Devon hummed his approval as she stayed silent. When his tongue slipped inside her opening, Tory gave in and let him have his way. Clinging to Con for support, Tory felt Devon leisurely lick up and down between her swollen folds.
“More, please, Devon,” Tory pleaded, desperate for a deeper touch.
Con cursed and lifted his head, then wrapped his mouth around one nipple and sucked hard while Devon flicked her wet clit with his tongue. Helpless to the onslaught, Tory threw her head back and spread her legs wider, giving Devon better access to her slick
entrance.
“Fuck, you taste like sunshine. So warm and luscious,” Devon whispered as he wrapped his arms around her hips and clutched her bottom. Tory pushed backward in an attempt to force him to move faster.
“Hold still for him, baby.”
“I can’t, damn it. Please, Devon!”
A gentle swat to her bottom had Tory freezing. She whipped her head around to see Devon kneeling behind her, a wicked grin on his face. “Need another, or are you going to obey?”
Tory tried to speak, but the sight of precome dripping from the tip of his cock stilled her words. Once more she did as he asked and forced herself not to move.
Con reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her gaze back to his. The tenderness she saw in his silver eyes relaxed her. This time when his lips covered hers, they weren’t the gentle touch he’d given her earlier. In fact, he all but demanded entrance as he sank his tongue in. He laved at her, hungry, as if starved for the taste of her. Electric sparks shot over her nerve endings as Con’s talented mouth made love to hers. Without warning, Devon’s fingers found their way over her clitoris. He teased and flicked her to a fever pitch. When his mouth pressed against her swollen pussy lips, Tory came undone.
“Yes, Devon. Oh, God, yes!” She clutched at the sheets and held tight as an orgasm began to build inside her.
Con murmured something unintelligable before wrapping a hand around one breast and squeezing, his thumb grazing the sensitive tip. Devon clutched her hips in strong fingers, holding her tighter for his loving assault. All at once, Tory shouted and thrust her pussy into Devon’s face. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on.
Several seconds went by before she collapsed on top of Con.
“Son of a bitch,” Devon growled, as he cupped her pussy in his palm, prolonging the delicious sensations whipping through her. “You’re going to be the death of us, sugar,” His voice, dark with arousal, took her out of the pleasurable haze he’d wrapped her in.
