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“No.” My voice is strong and clear, and it pulls Trent’s gaze back to me. “That’s not the only way.”
His brows furrow slightly, but I don’t bother explaining my words. There’s an easier way to communicate the message I’m trying to get across. A way that will cut through all the bullshit and show him exactly what I mean.
With slow deliberation, I turn away from Trent. West is still standing on my other side, his fist half-cocked. I step toward him, grabbing his wrist with one hand and lowering his clenched fist. My other hand slides up the broad, firm muscles of his arm until it wraps around the back of his neck.
Then I rise up on my tiptoes and kiss him.
His body jerks in surprise, but he doesn’t pull away from the kiss. Instead, he steps into it, his closed fist immediately opening to allow him to palm my lower back, running his hand over me as he pulls me closer to him. I can taste just a hint of beer on his breath, and his lips are full and soft but demanding too.
My tongue slides out and he opens his mouth to meet me, his own tongue clashing with mine as our bodies come together like two combustible chemicals.
A low noise behind me draws my attention. There’s a warning in it, like a wolf warning off another predator from his kill.
But the thing is… I’m not fucking prey.
And I get to choose.
When West and I finally break our kiss, my clit is throbbing gently, pleasure and desire building up in my body like steam in a pot. His gray eyes are dark as storm clouds as he looks down at me, and for once, I don’t hesitate or second-guess myself.
I just take what I want.
Keeping my hand looped around the back of West’s neck, I pivot in place, taking a half-step closer to Trent. They were so close together as they fought that that’s all it takes to close the distance between us, and as soon as I reach Trent, I wrap my arm around his neck too, leaning up to claim his lips.
They’re stiff and unyielding at first. I can still feel the anger bubbling under his skin like lava waiting to pour out of a volcano. But I slide my tongue across the seam of his lips, tasting him, consuming him, demanding entry—and with a low groan, he lets me inside.
We kiss with fierce, desperate strokes of our tongues, breathing hard in the small moments when our lips break apart.
With a sharp tug, West pulls me back toward him, and instead of fighting it or resisting, I go willingly.
His lips catch mine again, and I know he must be able to taste Trent on me, just like Trent could probably taste West.
His touch is rougher this time, everything about the kiss less controlled. I don’t fight that either. In fact, I crave it. Knowing that I’m driving him beyond reason and restraint makes wetness slick my panties as my clit throbs in time to my racing heart.
I’m lost in West’s kiss when something tickles the back of my neck. Gentle hands pull my hair out of the way, draping it over my shoulder, and a moment later, a second set of lips finds the sensitive skin at the base of my neck.
I moan into West’s mouth, kissing him harder as a wave of desire threatens to overwhelm me.
Fuck. Yes. Please.
Trent shifts even closer behind me, his hips pressing against my ass as his mouth continues to devour me. I shift against him, rubbing my ass against the hardness I feel there, and his hand whips up to grab my chin, turning my face away from West’s.
“Is this what you want, Ems?” Trent demands.
His voice is ragged, harsh, almost angry-sounding, and he kisses me so hard it feels like I’m drowning. West’s hands are all over me, and even as Trent kisses me, his friend licks and sucks at the column of my throat, making my eyes roll back in my head.
“Yes,” I breathe.
It’s the truest damn word I’ve ever said in my life.
This is exactly what I want. I’m surrounded by the two men, my small body completely encased between their larger ones. I can feel both of their cocks, hard as steel, pressing against me. Both of their lips consume my body, and my hands move over each of them with a grasping, possessive touch.
Trent kisses me again, his fingers digging into the sides of my face as he squeezes my jaw. I know the anger is still in him, but as we kiss, I can feel it transforming into something else.
Need.
I don’t let myself stop, refusing to take even a moment to think about this. I’ve already thought about it, more than I care to admit. I know what I’m asking for, and I’m damn sure I want it.
West’s hands palm my ass, dragging me against him so hard that my feet actually leave the floor. I lift my legs and wrap them around his lean waist as Trent steps closer behind me. I’m held up between the two men, and when I drop my head back against Trent’s shoulder, West presses his lips to a sensitive spot on my throat and sucks hard.
