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  But for her to tell them what to do?

  “I…I’m not really sure.”

  Behind her, Garrett blew out a chuckle as he ran a finger under the seam of her panties. “Oh come on, Riley. I’m sure you can think of something.”

  Hell, she could think of a lot of things. But they were all the good parts, the hot-and-heavy I’m-about-to-come parts. She didn’t have a clue how to start this off.

  “How about this, then,” Evan said as he inched closer and lowered his eyelids. “Why don’t you let us decide. I’ve got a few ideas,” he went on, loosening his arms from his chest as he spoke, to trace an invisible line over her shoulder. “Ones I’m sure you’ll both enjoy.”

  The window’s reflection showcased the clash of Garrett and Evan’s stares perfectly. From his statement alone, she expected the sultriness of Evan’s expression, but the intrigued one Garrett sported definitely surprised her.

  “Let’s start here.”

  Evan reached for the top button of her blouse and flicked it open. She stared down at his hand, watching as one button after another fell open beneath his agile fingers. Once he reached her waist, Garrett joined in from behind. She held her breath as he slid the clasp of her skirt free and drew the zipper down the curve of her hip. Flattening his palms over her hips, he shimmied the fabric lower. After a bit of coaxing, the skirt dropped to her feet.

  With the skirt out of the way, Evan made quick work of the last two buttons on her blouse. “You realize you’re going to have to breathe at some point,” he said with a devilish grin.

  Their gazes met and she tried, really she did, to loosen the vise grip on her lungs. But as a topper to every other sensation these men were giving her, she found the blue of his eyes so sensually penetrating and his smile so mind-numbingly perfect that she simply couldn’t.

  He slid his hand into the opening of her shirt and settled his palm between her breasts to cover her wildly pounding heart, all the while hypnotizing her with his stare. His touch, along with the subtle fire blazing within his eyes, seared her and practically laid her out flat. In that moment she truly wondered if she’d ever breathe again.

  Garrett kept his grip on her hips and closed in on her neck. The stroke of his lips along her skin was tender at first, but the shock of his teeth sinking into the flesh an instant later had her blowing out all that held air in one long, throaty moan.

  “That’s it,” he whispered, his lips still caressing her neck. “It certainly wouldn’t do to have you pass out on us. Unless, of course, it’s from you coming so hard you just can’t find it in you to stay conscious.”

  “Jesus.” She turned to caress his temple with her lips but got sidetracked when Evan pried her hands from the window. She left her arms where he placed them at her sides, clenching her hands so tightly she was sure there’d be a line of half-moons marking her palms. She wanted to touch something, someone, so badly, but didn’t know where to begin.

  “Why don’t we get you out of the rest of these clothes, hmm?” Evan stepped closer, wedging himself between her and the window while skimming his fingers under the collar of her shirt and pushing it over her shoulders. A sigh left her lips and she once again laid her head on Garrett’s shoulder. He helped out then, tugging the sleeves down her arms and tossing the shirt to the floor.

  She stood there in nothing but scraps of lace underwear and her strappy Manolos, sandwiched between two slices of heaven. Her blood raced through her veins. Her heart pounded in thunderous beats all over her skin. Her pussy throbbed and all they’d done was undress her.

  Fuck, she was in so much trouble.

  Evan cupped her breasts, gently nudging them together while he leaned in closer. When he skimmed his lips over the rise of each one, a hint of his shampoo drifted under her nose. Clean with dark undertones, and masculine as hell. The scent fit him and she found herself dipping her head to nuzzle his hair and breathe him in deeper just as Garrett fingered the clasp on her bra.

  She wanted Evan’s mouth lower, wanted his lips covering one nipple while his fingers toyed with the other. She had a feeling he knew what she wanted and that’s why he teased her by kissing everywhere but there.

  Even when Garrett flicked the clasp and the back straps of her bra fell open, Evan only moved higher. Over her chest to nip along her collarbone. Biting higher along her neck. Licking his hot tongue down the length of her jaw. But when he came to her lips, that’s when he finally gave her what she needed.

  The pinch to each nipple as he claimed her mouth was sharp and fast. He drove his tongue inside to tangle with hers and wreaked havoc with her sanity as he twisted her nipples through the thin material, just a little at first, then harder, faster.

  The erotic pain/pleasure took hold of every molecule inside her body, and his kiss was devastating her. Garrett was watching them at her shoulder and she moaned a little louder as the warmth of his raspy breath brushed over her ear. The hard ridge of his erection pressed against her lower back as he clutched her hips and squeezed tight. She rubbed against him with her ass, seeking, begging almost. With one hand, she hung on to Evan’s wrist while winding her fingers around Garrett’s hand to bring it forward over her stomach, making him go lower, desperate for a touch, a stroke, God, anything.

  He knew what she wanted, and unlike Evan, Garrett didn’t tease. He shimmied under the lace of her panties and with a single finger delved quick and hard into the wet heat of her cunt. There was no preamble, no quiet words of seduction or romance. She didn’t need them and at that point didn’t really want them.

  As Garrett thrust inside her, Evan swallowed her broken cry. Her nipples burned through the lace and her clit pulsed with a red-hot intensity. With each dip of his finger, Garrett stroked her harder, longer, drawing her pleasure out while driving her out of her freaking mind.

  “So wet, baby. So goddamn wet,” Garrett whispered.

  God, she was. She could feel the moisture spreading over her pussy lips as he added another finger, another level of sensation. Her knees were shaking now, and she knew it might be only moments before they gave out. Just when she thought she wouldn’t be able to stay upright any longer, Evan broke from their kiss, released her nipples and dropped to his knees. She sucked back an urgent breath, but when he grasped the sides of her panties and yanked down, she realized no amount of air would lessen the buzz inside her head or ease the ache within her lungs.

  With his free hand, Garrett pulled the bra from her arms and tossed it to the floor on top of her shirt. She stepped from her skirt and panties and forked her fingers through the short, spiky strands of Evan’s hair as he ran his hands up her calves to grip the curves of her thighs. He looked up then, and with the most mesmerizing of stares, he held her prisoner. The captivity was quick, strong, and she wondered for a second if she might’ve imagined it.

  In the next instant he peered at Garrett over her shoulder. Not a word was spoken between the two but something inside her said they didn’t need any. Garrett withdrew his hand and with a gentle hold spun her to face him. Damp fingers skimmed her cheek and in a complete dichotomy of his tender positioning, he slammed his lips against hers, kissing her with skilled passion and an almost vicious possessiveness.

  He broke from her lips far too soon and dropped his hand to grasp hers. He backed away, leading her toward the bed, and sat once his calves hit the mattress. She glanced behind her just in time to see Evan unbuttoning his shirt. When he finally peeled it open, a bronze, sculpted chest and a very defined six-pack had her mouth watering. She bit her lip and he smiled.

  The same rustle of clothes drew her attention back to Garrett. He’d already shed his shirt and was leaning back on his elbows, looking all devilish and beyond seductive. Darker hair adorned his pecs, which were just as defined and sexy as Evan’s, if not more so. But it was the thick happy trail bisecting his own six-pack that had her reaching out.

  The instant she touched him, his abs tightened. She loved that reaction, loved knowing that such a simple
stroke down his stomach could have him responding so involuntarily. She followed the trail and dipped her finger under his waistband when she could go no further.

  Stepping forward, she leaned one knee on the bed between Garrett’s spread thighs. When she nudged gently against his apex, the heat there caressed her leg and seeped into her skin. And when she bent to pop the button of his pants and lower the zipper, a matching heat smoldered along her ass and upper thighs.

  Evan, naked and feeling as if his skin was on fire, rubbed the length of his cock along the crevice of her ass while he skimmed his hands over her lower back, then higher and around her sides until he came to her breasts. They fit perfectly within his palms, and her nipples beaded to taut little points as he massaged them.

  But it was his rock-hard erection she couldn’t help but fixate on. She wanted to see it, to touch it. To taste every inch. But she wanted to do that with Garrett as well.

  Being closer, the thick ridge inside Garrett’s boxer briefs won out. She pulled the waistband lower and didn’t waste even a second before taking him in her hand. His cock was so beautiful and the weight of it so deliciously heavy. Already a bead of moisture seeped from the slit, which made her even more aware of the heat pooling in her pussy and the empty ache he’d left there when he removed his fingers. She drew her tongue over her lower lip, met his gaze, and stroked down his length as he thrust his hips upward. Again and again, up and down. The sight of the head, flushed pink and swollen as he pushed through the tight crevice her thumb and forefinger made, had her lowering, moving closer until his scent assaulted every hyperaware trigger in her body. Right then, she knew she couldn’t wait. She took him into her mouth and groaned when the dark taste of him, as sharp as it was spicy, slid over her tongue.

  “Sweet, sweet Riley,” he said in a low, almost strangled voice.

  The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat but she didn’t stop. She flattened her tongue on the upstroke, following her mouth with her hand and twisting her grip around the slick, veined shaft as she delved once more. Evan let go of her breasts and gathered her hair at the nape of her neck. He pulled gently before pushing her head back down, guiding her, controlling every movement. But his lead wasn’t distracting enough for her to miss Garrett reaching for the black bag on the nightstand.

  In between guttural moans and breaths hissing from between clenched teeth, he ripped open the box, tore a single condom from the strip and tossed it to Evan.

  “Fuck her.”

  The bluntness of his words slammed into her already spinning head. She paused, keeping her hand wrapped around the base of his dick but letting the tip slide from her lips at the surprise. Garrett shook his head and replaced Evan’s hand around her makeshift ponytail. The flash in his eyes as his gaze bounced from her to Evan, working the condom on behind her, and then back was as heated as any she’d ever seen.

  “No, baby. Don’t stop. Jesus, don’t stop.”

  A rush of tingles formed low in her belly at not only Garrett’s forceful words, but at what she knew was to come. The grip of Evan’s hand low on her hips. The swirl of his fingertips over the ultra-sensitive flesh of her cunt as he made sure she was ready for him. And the burning stretch when the flared head of his cock at last penetrated her.

  Lord, have mercy.

  His glide inside her was slow at first. Measured and intent, the deliberate strokes were stealing her sanity, stealing her concentration. She let him keep tempo for the both of them, using every drive to force her mouth further down on Garrett’s erection.

  Not that Garrett seemed to mind. He coiled the length of her hair around one hand and cupped her cheek with the other. She panted, sucking him in deeper so the vibration of her moans would permeate through to him. His eyelids drifted down. He worked his jaw. She could tell he was close to coming.

  “Is this what you expected, love? What you thought it would be?”

  She couldn’t answer him, and it wasn’t just because her mouth was busy at the moment. She couldn’t answer him because she didn’t know how. Hell no, this wasn’t what she expected. It wasn’t even in the same ball park.

  Then Evan skimmed his hand from where he had a grip on her hip to reach under her and she couldn’t answer for an entirely different reason. A lone finger circled her clit as his easy pace gave way to more rough and jerky thrusts. His lower abs slapped against her ass and she swore beads of sweat dripped on her back.

  “Oh hell yeah.” Evan’s words came out on a growl. He pressed his finger harder against her clit, but it was the sudden pressure of his opposite thumb at her anus that shocked the hell out of her. He massaged and pressed, massaged and pressed. The sweet sting when he finally worked the tip inside, along with the attention he was giving her engorged clit, was almost more than she could stand. She reared up and back, releasing Garrett’s cock with a wet pop as a ragged cry tore from her throat.

  A need unlike any other ripped through her. She was being fucked hard, but it wasn’t enough. Hell, she didn’t know if she’d ever get enough.

  Garrett sat up, yanking his pants the rest of the way off before reaching for his own condom and covering himself in a heartbeat. He pulled her to him and when Evan let her go, she actually whimpered.

  “No, please no.” She thrust back toward Evan, absolutely certain she would go insane if he stopped touching her, fingering her, fucking her, even for only a moment.

  “Shh, hold on. Easy, love.”

  She knew Garrett meant to soothe her, but she was beyond any sort of calm niceties. A whirlwind of want stormed through her and she thought nothing would allay the desire clawing at her, not until Garrett spun her, situated her legs on either side of his and nudged his cock where Evan’s thumb had been just seconds before.

  Her heart stuttered in her chest. She’d never been taken anally before, not by anything more than a finger or a slim dildo used in the privacy of her own bedroom. But this… This was so much more. As much as she wanted it, she didn’t know if she could handle it.

  “I can’t…” she started.

  Evan knelt between her legs and met her gaze. He dipped one finger inside her before adding another, only to spread the moisture he gathered there further back. She and Garrett groaned together as Evan coated them both with her slippery juices. Garrett’s thighs tightened beneath hers as he dug his fingertips into the flesh at her sides, and for an instant she wondered if he knew which one of them was touching him.

  “Yes you can,” Evan said. “You can do this and you’re going to love it.”

  Garrett raised his hips just a little, but enough that the head of his cock slid past the tight ring of her ass as Evan held her still. Her yelp from the twisted pleasure morphed into a throaty moan when Evan took her nipple between his lips, then scraped his teeth over the pebbled bud before sucking it fully into his mouth. His fingers returned to her pussy, two wide, pressing deep and fast in perfect counter to the thrusts and retreats as Garrett worked his cock in deeper.

  He was in her to the hilt now, and she could barely catch her breath. These two men stole it, ripped it from her lungs while her control spiraled away along with it. Dizziness crept further into her brain and a fine sheen of perspiration glistened between her breasts. But nothing could prepare her or her wavering sanity for Evan, licking down the valley between them, or moving lower, past her bellybutton and over her trimmed mound to slide his tongue between the lips of her swollen labia.

  Garrett’s cock in her ass. Evan’s fingers torturing her pussy, and now his tongue unleashed on her clit. She was going to die from pleasure, just as sure as anything. But not until she came, please God, give her at least until she came.

  Which at this pace was going to be any second, a fact that Evan must’ve caught on to. With his free hand he unrolled the condom from his cock, laid it aside and pumped himself in time with the fingers that were three knuckles deep inside her. And he curved those just right, rasping over her G-spot again and again, and then once more until she couldn’t
hold back any longer.

  She dropped her chin to her chest and briefly squeezed her eyes against the pleasure assaulting her. A husky, steady groan started low in her chest, only to evolve into an erratic moan the higher it rose. Electricity raged through her—from her fingernails piercing Garrett’s thighs all the way down to the tips of her toes barely skimming the short-napped hotel carpeting. Heat blossomed from her clit and seeped into the depths of her pussy to wrap around the thick cock in her ass.

  Each new spasm was more fierce than the last and she was helpless to do anything other than go with it. Her nerve endings were screaming out. Her thighs were cramping. She was so far gone that nothing would ever bring her back.

  Until Evan kissed her.

  His thumb replaced his lips on her clit, and he continued to stroke himself, but it was as if he focused all his attention on her mouth. Their tongues glided together, their lips nibbled each other’s between identical fitful breaths. And when Garrett sat up to devour the side of her neck from behind her, she traded her death grip on his legs to bury her fingers in each man’s hair to hold them closer.

  She didn’t want to stop moving, didn’t want the pleasure to end. She rocked harder against Garrett and let go of Evan to reach between his legs to take over for him. She fisted her hand around his dick while he pistoned his hips even quicker.

  “Squeeze him, Riley. Harder.”

  Garrett’s rough command at her shoulder shot straight to the anal muscles wrapped around his cock as well as her hand surrounding Evan’s. She gripped tighter. Fucked faster. And she groaned right along with them when they surprised her by coming together.

  Evan broke from her lips to suck in a lungful of air as a layer of hot semen coated the back of her hand and wrist. He looked so beautiful with his head tossed to the side and a tiny drop of sweat running in a rivulet down his hairline. Strong and so damn virile. The deep lines where he drew his brows together beckoned her to reach out to smooth them, but she didn’t. She couldn’t.