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She huffed and stole a piece of pizza. She sucked off sauce and got her first hit of garlic and oregano. She sighed. “Just pizza. Sure.”
Sparks took a piece. “Well, you know perfectionist boy over here made the sauce and did everything from scratch. Including the dough.”
She held the pizza in front of her mouth. The cheese dripped enough that Tristan reached over to save a piece of pepper. Instead of taking it for himself, he held it out for her and placed it on her tongue.
Sparks gripped her thigh under the table.
Yeah, how the hell was she supposed to eat with these two hovering and crowding her? She chewed then took a bite of the pizza and moaned around the burst of flavors. She’d been all over the world. She knew good pizza, she knew mediocre pizza, and all the stuff in between.
This was unfairly the best pizza she’d ever had.
One, because there was no way she was binging on it when these two had such obvious plans for her. And two, she wasn’t going to reek of garlic tonight.
But she savored every bite of the one piece she allowed herself and drank enough wine to slow her nerves.
Each brush of thigh, fingers, shoulder, ramped up her mood until she was squirming in her seat.
Tristan eased back in his chair, kicking out his bare feet to slide along her ankle and twine with hers. Sparks finished his food and dropped his hand into her lap, his thumb lazily stroking her knee and along her inner thigh.
She swallowed heavily, but couldn’t quite relax.
Is this what it would feel like to be trapped between them tonight? One with the easy sexuality of a patient man with nothing to prove, and the other coiled with energy and intent.
She set her glass down, then eased her fingers along Sparks’s jaw. She drew him closer and his mouth went right for the space behind her ear. Gentle as air, he nuzzled her skin. She rested her elbow on the table to give him more access.
The problem was, it gave Tristan a mean
s of entry as well. The back of his knuckle grazed over her breast and she hissed out a breath. Both of them in patient mode would surely kill her.
Again and again, Tristan flicked over the center of her breast, teasing her nipple to hardness. Sparks’s hand slid higher on her leg, hovering at the top of her thigh and yet going no farther.
She rolled her hips a little and moaned as Sparks’s sweet touch along her ear turned to a sucking nip. She closed her eyes and let herself accept their combined foreplay.
Easy. It was so damn easy to open up and allow them both to find all her tells.
Neck.
Ear.
Breast.
Jawline.
She dropped her head back as Sparks’s fingers finally grew bolder and he massaged his knuckle along her cleft. Not enough to help her out, but he definitely wanted to make sure she knew he was there and what he wanted.
Her eyes slitted. Tristan’s blurry golden skin sparkled in the low light. He was watching. His thumb and forefinger tugged at her nipple a little more forcefully when Sparks’s fingers went deeper. Sparks sawed the side of his hand against her pants while he sucked on her neck, making lift her hips and widen her legs.
“If we don’t move this out of the corner, I’m going to demand someone duck under the table,” she murmured.
“What if that someone’s you?” Tristan asked her.
Her mouth watered. She couldn’t deny that would be a fantastic idea, but before she could answer, Sparks stood. His eyes were hooded and his soft, worn jeans no longer looked so comfy.
She reached out and danced her fingertips down the outline of his shaft before he stepped back.
“Why don’t you guys clean up and I’ll—fuck, we cannot do this here.”
Tristan leaned into her and covered her breast over her clothes. He tongued her nipple and lightly tugged at the tip now pulsing under the thin material. He looked up at his friend. “You really want to leave now, son?”
