We didn’t bother with words or idle conversation as we moved straight into the bedroom, locking up behind us.
“You going to tell us who won, Frankie?” Eli asked as I stood in the middle of the bedroom, still topless with soaked panties and a deep need in my core.
“Maybe I don’t want to.” I purred, sliding my jeans down my body to stand before them in my black panties and nothing else. “Maybe it was a tie.”
Trav glared at me, and I could read it clear as day in his clear and concise way.
He knew he had lost.
He knew that he was on the hook to play with Eli and me.
And he wanted me to just fucking say it.
“Eli won,” I said, holding his stare before looking over at the winner himself. “Eli wins the pleasure tonight.”
Sunshine’s grin spread, looking like a starving man who was just served a steak on a platter. “Lucky me.”
“Guess that means I get the best seat in the house.” Trav said with a low chuckle that vibrated across my bare skin as he came to stand next to me. “Watching you take care of him and letting me help.”
Letting.
Not forcing.
Yep, I was obsessed with the two men standing around me.
Heat flooded me, my body already ready to give them both everything. I should have known that even though they were playing the game against each other, they wouldn’t let me off easy. As soon as I named Eli the winner, Trav’s smirk turned predatory, Eli’s grin split wide, and I was caught between them, exactly where they wanted me.
“You heard her, Sunshine,” Trav said, glancing at our lover, who stood at the end of the bed, looking perfectly ready to be ruined by the two dark souls in the room. “You get to lie back and enjoy us tonight. And you, Shade,” he looked at me, “You get to watch your fantasy come to life.”
Need curled through me, sharp and greedy, “Then make it worth watching.” I challenged him. “Undress our winner.”
Trav’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he turned to Eli, and crossed the room. “Safe words for tonight,” Always the Dom, making sure everyone was on the same page. “Red, yellow, green. Understood.”
Eli nodded and licked his lips. “All green here.”
Silently, Trav started undoing the pearl snaps on the front of Eli’s shirt, simply using one finger on each side of his shirt to pull them apart.
Something about the percussive sound each snap made as they came free, felt like a physical tap to my clit.
“Slower,” I whispered, my throat tight. “Travis, do it slower.”
He obeyed me, and Eli looked over at me as Trav silently slid both hands into the fabric to pull it apart until he got to the end, where it was still tucked into his jeans.
Slowly, he pulled it out, and Eli turned back to look at his best friend as Trav ran both hands over the skin of Eli’s chest, pushing the shirt off over his wide shoulders until Eli pulled it off and tossed it aside.
Eli’s body was magnificent, cut of stone and smooth. Every inch of his body was crafted intentionally, worked on daily at the gym and through training for work to stay in the best shape possible.
And we got to enjoy it.
Travis silently pulled the button on Eli’s jeans open, and a groan escaped our sunshiny lover, a blush covering his tan cheeks and ripped chest as Trav lowered his fingers to his zipper.
My body lit up like a live wire watching them, Trav’s rough hands, Eli’s shameless surrender as his best friend stripped him for me. It did things to me I didn’t know I could feel.
“God, look at you.” Eli muttered, eyes cracking open to catch me. “Touching yourself already?”
I was startled, realizing my hand had drifted to the front of my panties without me even thinking as I watched the show. My face burned, but I didn’t stop as I slid them lower, to rub my clit through the soft fabric.
Travis’s gaze cut me, molten lava eyes and desperate longing in them. “She’s dripping for it. Just for us, aren’t you, Frankie?”
