“Trav—” I breathed, but I wasn’t stopping him. God help me, I was begging him.
His other hand found the hem of my sweater, and then both of his big hands were touching me under it as I melted into him. I leaned my head back against the locker behind me as he slowly kissed his way down to my stomach, falling to his knees. Mouth hot on my skin, worshiping me with reverence that made my eyes roll back and my knees shake.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” He murmured, “How many times I’ve pictured having you right here, begging me for more?”
“Jesus.” I gasped, clawing at his hair as he flicked the button of my jeans open. “You’re not fighting fair.”
“I’m not fighting at all,” he growled, “Not with you. Not with Eli.”
He blew a breath against the bare skin above my panty line, and then Eli’s voice echoed through the room, behind Trav, smooth and unbothered.
I gasped and jolted my eyes open as the grinning playboy let his eyes roam over my exposed stomach to his friend’s head at my waistline. “Looks like you owe me five bucks, Hayes.”
Travis didn’t even flinch, just turned his head enough to meet his best friend’s smug smile.
“How?” Trav asked, standing up to his full height, “I’m the one that got her alone first.”
“Yeah,” Eli said, stepping closer with a burning heat in his eyes. “But I made it happen.”
I stared at them both, breathless, clothes twisted and my body pulsating with something I couldn’t quite name but hadn’t felt in years. Maybe ever.
“You made a bet?”
Eli smirked, “A friendly wager. The winner got alone time with you.”
I blinked at him, “And the loser?”
Eli stepped in, brushing my hair over my shoulder, “Gets to watch. Or join. Your call, Black Cat.”
“Jesus fuck.” I should have been offended. Or enraged. Instead, my legs wobbled, and my body buzzed as the name of the feeling finally came to the front of my mind. Hunger. “You two are unbelievable,” I muttered.
Eli’s voice dropped low as the smile melted off his face, “And we haven’t even made you come yet, either.” I clenched my teeth, but the moan still escaped through them, and his eyes fell to my swollen lips. “You’re beautiful when you’re falling apart.”
Travis’s fingers stroked up the inside of my thigh. “Let us break you a little more, Shade.”
“Shade?” I gasped, locked in on the word that felt like a caress from his lips, and those lips turned up into a gentle smile beneath the stubble of his beard.
“You’re so full of shadows. Your dark beauty and your black cat energy give me a place of cool quiet to rest in.”
“Damn.” Eli groaned, drawing my gaze back to his like I was stuck in some weird game of tug-of-war and I was the flag in the center of the two macho men pulling on me. “That’s deep. And here I thought Black Cat was going to win me some brownie points.”
My knees buckled, and Travis caught me, anchoring me to the lockers again as Eli weaved his fingers in my hair, unbothered by Travis’s proximity before kissing me.
God, I was so warped in the head because I let them.
Eli’s lips on mine, Travis’s on my neck as his hands held me upright so they could keep going. And I let them.
Both.
Hands. Mouths. Touches that built and built until I was practically shaking between them, every nerve ending lit with want and every ounce of logic gone. But then I pulled back, just enough.
“Wait,” I gasped, heart slamming against my ribs. “This can’t be real. I can’t just—have both of you.”
Eli tilted his head, “Why can’t you?”
“Because people don’t do this. Because I’m a mom. Because it’s notnormal!” Panic was building with each excuse I threw their way.
Travis leaned in and rested his forehead against mine, once again showing me the depth to his quiet soul, “Screw normal. We don’t want you to choose. No one else needs to have an opinion on it.”
