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AVERY
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“This wasn’t what I meant when I’d said I’d share your hotel room.” My voice came out breathless and filled with laughter. It may not have been what I’d planned, but I sure as hell wasn’t complaining. Canceled flights were a pain, but I’d happily spend the night in an airport hotel if this was my reward.
My head fell back as I panted for air. Jackson’s lips moved to my neck, sucking and licking as he rocked his hips into me. I couldn’t miss the hard length of his cock as he pinned me between his lean body and the hotel room door. My legs wrapped around his waist and one of his big hands cupped my ass. Squeezed.
God, yes.
Jackson lifted his head to grin down at me. He still had the same boyish good looks I’d crushed over in high school when he was the star of the Bridgewater High baseball team. He’d hardly noticed me back then, but now…
Well hell, now I had his full attention. So did my nipples. And my pussy.
“Are you telling me you’d rather be sleeping at the gate, waiting for a morning flight back home?” he asked, his voice a rough rumble against my neck.
I shook my head as his free hand cupped my breast through my top. My eyes fell closed and I tried to answer him as he brushed his thumb over my nipple. “Oh shit. I’m saying…um, thank god for coincidences, snow storms and overbooked hotels.”
The sharp bite of Jackson’s pinching fingers on my hard tip had my eyes opening, a cry escaping my lips. My panties? Totally ruined.
His answering—and very gorgeous—smile made my belly do a backflip.
Holy shit, I was making out with Jackson Wray. In a Minneapolis airport hotel room. How did this happen? Fate?
He circled his hips, rubbing his hard cock against me and I bit my lip to stifle a whimper. “Good girl.”
His mouth was back on mine, his tongue delving, his short beard soft and a little ticklish. His hands moved to the hem of my thick turtleneck, found the bare skin beneath and slid up to cup my breasts. There might have been dainty mesh and lace between his calloused palms and my hard nipples, but it didn’t stop my answering moan.
“Yes,” I whimpered. He’d quickly find out how sensitive they were. If he kept at it, he’d get me to come. I was most of the way there and we still had our clothes on.
“I thought I was the breast man.” The low voice came from behind Jackson.
I pulled back to look over his shoulder.
Dash McPherson. How had I forgotten he was there? Oh yeah, Jackson’s mind-melting kisses and his fingers plucking at my nipples.
With a heated gaze and that damned dimple that appeared when he smiled at me, Dash was even better looking now than he’d been back at seventeen. Both of them were. Dash’s brown hair was a touch too long, making his chiseled features slightly less intimidating, but only slightly. And that grin. Wicked and beckoning all at once. That narrowed gaze, that dark look of desire…still made my body tremble, especially since it was aimed straight at me.
Maybe Jackson could feel my reaction because his arms tightened around me and he lifted me away from the door, spinning us about and setting me down on my feet between the two of them. “I was just telling Avery what a good girl she is for letting us take care of her tonight.”
Dash laughed. “As if we were going to leave you to sleep at the gate. Not only isn’t it safe, but miserably uncomfortable.”
I pursed my lips. “I can’t even count the number of times I’ve had to do that. With my job, I practically live in airports.”
Dash crossed his arms over his broad chest, stretching the fabric of his thermal long-sleeved shirt. Jackson’s hands settled on my shoulders and he leaned in from behind me, kissed right behind my ear. I shivered and not from being cold. “And the number of times you’ve gone off to share a room with two men?”
