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“Too long,” she murmured between kisses. “Tomorrow morning, you’re not ducking out again.”
“No, because we don’t have to make this an all-night thing.” When Randy and Juliet broke apart to stare at Tris, crouched in front of the now roaring fire, he shrugged. “Just saying, no rules, right?”
Randy cupped her shoulders and flashed her a relaxed smile, though inside he felt anything but easy. “Guess that’s his way of saying three’s a crowd in his bed.”
Chapter Thirteen
Men were so confusing.
First, it was all sexy times and hey, do whatever feels good. Then, hey, do whatever feels good, just don’t assume you can let the afterglow cool off before you hit the door.
At least that was the vibe she was getting from Tristan. Sparks, on the other hand, was different. Though he’d been the one to vanish last time, she had trouble believing it was because he wasn’t into her. Into them, in whatever way made sense for the three of them.
The more time she spent with him, the more she was beginning to understand he was a sensitive, thoughtful sort. Much more so than she or Tristan. He definitely wasn’t as impulsive—
Yet Sparks was the one currently hauling off his T-shirt from behind his head in that stupidly hot way guys undressed. As soon as he dropped it, he went to work on his pants, shedding them and his boxers so fast she barely had time to blink.
Then he stepped toward her and cupped her cheek in his hand, guiding her mouth back to his. “Where were we?”
“Right here,” she said as their lips collided. And fuck if she didn’t get dizzy as he slipped his tongue into her mouth to tease hers.
He wasn’t aggressive, just plied her flesh so seductively that she couldn’t help moaning. He reached for the hem of her top and drew it upward, making her laugh when for a brief moment she was trapped inside the fabric and couldn’t see or move.
But the feel of his hot lips closing around one of her nipples through her bra made her giggles die away quick.
“I’m gonna pick you up, just like this. Trust me?”
“What?” She immediately started to flail her way out of the shirt until he stilled her with his hand on her waist.
“Easy. I want to pick you up and put you on the bed before I finish undressing you. Then I want you to see if you can tell which of us is touching you. And kissing you.”
A hard body pressed against her back. Spicy cologne infiltrated h
er senses, such a contrast from Sparks’s minty bodywash. “And licking you and fingering you and fucking you.”
“Oh, I’m going to stay blindfolded for all of that, am I?” She tried to sound blasé, but holy shit, they overwhelmed her.
Exposed. She was bared to them, and she couldn’t even see their reactions. She was totally at their command.
Normally, she considered herself enough woman to handle two men—most of the time—except when they went into extreme alpha mode. Then she had to scramble to keep up, never mind take the lead.
She freaking loved it. She’d never been so challenged or turned on before in her life. Not by one guy, never mind two. Somehow she’d stumbled into the perfect situation—
No, you stumbled into a hot affair. Not situation. Situation implies longer-term. You heard Tris. Fuck and duck. Nice and easy.
Since they were in the fucking phase right now, she would just go with it and let the rest play out as it would.
“We’ll see,” Sparks said.
Fingers brushed her bra clasp and freed her breasts, and just the air wafting over her tight nipples was enough to make her breath catch. She recognized both men by touch now, but she was already pretending she didn’t know which man was touching her.
The game—and lack of sight—unnerved her. And turned her on so damn much.
“It depends,” Tris added.
“On what?”
“On how much mercy we want to show you.” Sparks’s voice sounded deep and dark and oh so dirty. “Can I pick you up?”
