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“We share everything, Abby.”
“You have said that already. I want new information.”
She tried to ignore the small flame that was starting to smolder between them. It was just as strong between her and Deacon as it was between her and Cole. She’d never experienced anything like it. How could she simultaneously be attracted to two men?
Cole tugged her toward him. “What do you want it to mean, Abby?”
“Want? I don’t want anything from either of you. I’ve been clear about that for two weeks.” She tried to pull her hands from theirs, but her attempt was weak. Instead she ended up with their free hands on her knees.
Deacon pressed one knee wide before Cole did the same from his side.
“I don’t know if that’s true,” Deacon growled. “You want something. Why couldn’t it be this?” His fingers traveled along the inside of her thigh.
She shook her head, trying to turn off the surge of adrenaline rushing through her. They were both touching her at the same time. It was happening at once. This wasn’t what she thought sharing meant. Suddenly, everything was coming into focus. The fingers felt cool and warm. Wrong and right. Naughty and delicious.
Cole ran his index finger under her dress. The high slit on the gown gave him easy access. “Yes, we share everything. It could be you. If you wanted it to be.”
Her eyes closed as their fingers inched higher. Her legs opened wider, inviting their fingers to touch her heat. Her silk panties were wet from only a few strokes along her thigh when Deacon dipped a finger under the lace. He pushed the fabric out of the way and strummed her clit, taking possession of it.
“Ohh,” she moaned.
Cole pulled her folds wide, guiding her into Deacon’s strokes. She started rocking her hips while her inner walls squeezed. Deacon’s fingers picked up rhythm. She was afraid if she opened her eyes it would all be over, or it would be a dream. The spell that had fallen over them would break if she looked them in the eyes.
She gripped their hands while her climax climbed higher.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Deacon coaxed. “Fuck my fingers.”
“She’s so wet,” Cole groaned. “So fucking perfect. Like velvet honey.”
She let out a sigh when she felt fingers slide inside her. She didn’t know who was who anymore, only that she was open wide for them while they brought fire to her pussy with eager pumps, that gifted her ecstasy one thrust at a time.
Deacon leaned over the table, dropping her palm. He squeezed her breast in his hand as he crashed his lips to hers. Cole kept one hand between her legs as he moved behind her. He pushed the fabric of her dress aside, exposing her nipple. It perked in the cold. He sucked it between his teeth.
“Oh God,” she mewed softly.
Deacon’s kiss deepened. He nipped at her lips before his tongue slid along hers, twisting and moving as his fingers toyed with her clit. She’d wanted to know what it would be like to be kissed by him. It was more than she imagined.
Cole’s mouth was hot and wet as he sucked harder on her nipple. He pushed her leg wider and then she whimpered when his fingers pushed inside her at the same time as Deacon’s. They were thick together. The heat was unbelievable. Cole’s lips on her breast. Deacon’s tongue thrusting in her mouth.
Their fingers fucking her with fever as she bucked under the dining table. The candlelight flickered in front of her and the wine glasses sloshed wine as the movements became more frantic. As they began to take her body to a beautiful place. Each one in his own way.
And then it came crashing down around her. The orgasm came out of nowhere, taking her by storm. Slashing through her body. Pouring through her blood like molten rain.
She came hard on their fingers, while her palms slapped the table with powerful jolts. She didn’t know how to steady herself. How to accept the pleasure. It was overwhelming. The waves spilled through her as the storm reached its peak in her core before the rain turned to a gentle mist and soothed her body.
She fought for breath as they moved their hands away. Cole covered her breast with the stretched fabric of her dress and took his seat. Deacon poured another glass of wine and sat next to her.
Abby tried to slow her pulse. She was speechless. The orgasm was still numbing her limbs.
“Should I check on the flight for tomorrow?” Cole asked.
“Sounds good. I
think the pilot should have everything set, but not a bad idea,” Deacon answered.
She sat between them, trying to gain her balance. Trying to make sense out of what they had done. How amazing she felt. How the room was still spinning. How they acted as if it didn’t happen.
Abby placed her palms on the table. She needed space to think.
