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Letting my fingers explore more of him, I run them down his stomach, tracing the ridges of his cut abs, stopping just above his belt, my hands hovering as I continue my tease. “If you’re both wanting to be the one who is so irresistible I can’t help giving it up, I think I need to know what we’re working with.”
Madden chuckles and holds his arms out to the side. “I’m at your disposal, sexy lady.”
I turn to Tristan, letting my fingers linger and brush across Madden’s smooth, hot skin as I move away. I arch a brow at him. “And you?”
Where Madden was all flirty and teasing, Tristan is blazing and fierce. Dominating. In control, even as I attempt to exert my own power. “Whatever you want, princess,” he says, staring at me, almost daring me. “But don’t start something you can’t finish.”
I reach for him, tentatively, testing. When my hands land on his chest, my pulse kicks into overdrive. He’s just as sculpted as Madden, but in a less in-your-face way. Lean and strong. Every inch of him built for efficient power. Madden is all bulk and brawn, but Tristan is hard and lethal. I have no idea what I like more.
They’re both so fucking sexy that I wonder if I might come just from touching them.
Tristan arches a brow as if he’s daring me to do more. So I do. I grab his belt and unfasten it, keeping my eyes on his the whole time, fighting to maintain the illusion of control. Not wanting him to see that my fingers are practically shaking as they come dangerously close to his hard cock. Or that I’m torn between running back to the safety of my room and pulling his cock out right fucking now.
When his pants are unbuttoned and unzipped, I step back. “Take them off.”
Madden clicks his tongue, and I look over to find him still smirking, taunting me as he glances down at his own straining cock and points his hands down in a V to frame himself. “Help a man out here, Megan. You wouldn’t want me feeling slighted would you?”
I laugh. “There’s not a damn thing about you that I’d call slight, Madden.”
“Damn straight.”
I get to work on ridding Madden of his belt, then he takes it a step further, pushing his boxer briefs down along with his pants, his cock springing free.
Holy shit. Yeah, nothing slight about him. He is fucking huge. Thick and pulsing, I wonder how it could even fit inside me—if sex were an option. Which it’s not. Without realizing what I’m doing, I lick my lips until Madden chuckles, calling my attention to it.
“Dessert?” he says with a wink.
I glance back at Tristan, my face flaming, but that doesn’t make me any more comfortable. Not to be outdone, Tristan has already rid himself of the rest of his clothes, too. And, oh my god, he’s just as big. Long and straight, I somehow know he would hit every spot just right.
Suddenly, I’m overwhelmed by the thoughts and sensations taking over my body, making me want to lose control and take both these men in my hands, my mouth, my pussy. Everywhere.
I back up, my eyes darting wildly between them. I shake my head. This little game was a mistake. Because as much as I want this right now, I can’t have it. Before I can do something I’ll regret, I spin on my heel and race up the stairs, heading for the safety of my room.
Tristan
I pace my room, unspent sexual energy making me so on edge I feel like I’m about to lose it.
Goddammit. Get yourself under control, Tristan.
I rake my hands through my hair. Megan has me so fucking hard right now I think I might explode. Her perfect little body, her hungry eyes, her curious hands.
Fuck.
My cock throbs with the memory of the way she took me in, her eyes exploring every inch of me before she let her fingers start to do the same. She’s driving me crazy. I’ve wanted her from the beginning. But now? Now I know I have to have her.
I can’t believe I let her talk me into stripping. Let her just take control like that. I’m the one in control. Always. But something about her makes that control balance on a precarious edge. I’m starting to think it won’t take much for it to tip.
Right now I’d be willing to do just about anything to have her here in my room with me. In my bed. Her hands on me like they were just five minutes ago.
She wanted to touch my cock. I could see it in her eyes. The indecision. Caution warring with desire. With need.
My whole body is still hot from where she ran her hands along my skin. Fucking Madden. If he hadn’t been there just now, I know I could have had her. It wouldn’t have taken much to make her give in to me. It was written all over her face.
He has to go. It’s that simple. Always jumping in with some smartass remark or ridiculous joke. If he hadn’t been all ‘Help a man out, Megan,’ I know she would have reached right into my pants and wrapped those delicate fingers around my dick.
I groan at the thought. Fucking Madden, I think again. But I don’t want to think about him right now. I want to think about Megan.
That sexy mouth, her pink tongue darting out to lick her lips, the way her tits rose and fell with each breath, her eyes clouded with lust.
