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he blinked, coming back from an out-of-body experience. With Bryce’s kiss on her tongue and Cole’s voice in her ear, it was as if she’d been floating in outer space while galaxies of starbursts lit up behind her closed eyelids.
Slowly, Cole’s words registered, and she turned the base of the bottle toward Bryce. “You know, if we’re sticking with the rules of the game, it should actually be Bryce’s spin.”
Bryce raised an eyebrow as if in question and tilted his head toward Ava, a silent conversation passing between them. Heat flared within and Ava bit back a whimper when Cole inclined his head and Bryce’s eyes sparked with mischief. His lips turned up in a wicked grin full of promise as he placed the bottle on the nightstand.
Ava couldn’t help the snort of laughter that escaped when Bryce bounced toward her, his big body reminiscent of a goofy puppy. A moment ago, the sexual tension was thick enough to have been cut with a knife. But Bryce’s uncanny ability to remind her to have fun had loosened the nerves around the tension, morphing it into anticipation.
Cole prowled forward on his knees, the glint in his eye and the way he wiped his lower lip with this thumb sending a thrill through her. She couldn’t wait to taste him again. To touch him like she wanted to. He was intense, and being on the receiving end of that laser-like focus was reminiscent of being on a stage lit by a million spotlights.
Cole pressed his leg against hers, closing the distance between them. Shoulders brushing against Bryce’s, they reached for her. Gooseflesh rose where their rough hands skated along her arms and her clit pulsed, her pussy throbbing.Oh god, this was really happening.
Cupping her face, Cole tilted her head just so. Desperation clawed at her as he stared down into her eyes, their mouths only a hair’s breadth apart. His heated breath washed over her, and Ava’s eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting as she sought him out.
She needed to touch them both to stop herself floating away from the high she was already experiencing and to reassure herself that this was real. Slipping her hands under each of their shirts, Ava moaned at the hot ridges of muscle rippling under her fingertips. Chest heaving, Cole pulled her closer and his mouth descended on hers, crashing their lips together. He kissed her like she was the oxygen he needed to breathe. It was passion and fire. All-consuming. His tongue demanded entrance and she immediately acquiesced, desperate to taste him again. His sweetness, now mixed with the warmth of the whiskey, and a flavour unmistakeably Cole, burst onto her tongue. Ava moaned, diving deeper into him.
He scraped his teeth over her bottom lip. Her moan turned into a whimper. She loved the possessive act, the control he exerted over her body as if it was his for the taking.
Bryce’s warmth pressed in closer, and Ava wrapped her arm around his waist, tugging him toward her. She couldn’t explain the need to have his hands on her too—having one of them should have been enough, but Ava was powerless to stop the overwhelming urge to claim them both.
Being the centre of their combined attention ratcheted up the sexual tension between them, the air thickening with anticipation. Her breath hitched and a ripple of nervous excitement fluttered through her. Ava’s body flushed hot, her pulse thrumming through her veins as her nipples tightened.
Cole tangled his hand in her hair, tilting her face just so. His other hand teased a line up her inner leg, skating closer to her core. Bryce scraped his five o’clock shadow over her shoulder, brushing her hair back before nipping at the soft skin on her collarbone. Laying a trail of kisses up her neck, he nibbled her skin. Gooseflesh appeared all over, puckering her nipples. He fingered the thin strap of her dress and Ava tore her mouth away from Cole’s to beg, “Do it.”
Bryce slipped it down her arm and his mouth followed as he licked a path back along her collarbone to her breast, flicking his tongue over her pebbled nipple as Cole’s kiss stole her breath. Bryce gently sucked the peak into his mouth, laving his tongue over her sensitive skin. Sparks lit up behind her eyes. Ava arched into him, steadying herself on her men’s broad shoulders. Cole hummed and copied Bryce’s moves, kissing his way down her throat and over her décolletage until he lashed his tongue over her nipple. Ava cried out, her pussy throbbing as need crashed into her like a star going supernova. She rubbed her legs together, needing friction against her core, and squirmed with the evidence of her desire slicking her upper thighs.
Tugging on their silky hair, Ava held them tight against her, her incomprehensible pleas echoing around the otherwise quiet night. Her breath caught as Cole resumed his tease up and down her leg, stopping just shy of her centre. Ava would have been embarrassed by her soaking panties, but his growled approval dashed any fear that he’d be turned off.
“So wet,” he murmured, the prickle of his stubble against her sensitive skin awakening a delicious shiver within her.
A second hand was there only a moment later, this one bigger than Cole’s. Bryce cupped her pussy, humming as she clenched and involuntarily thrust into his gentle hold.
It wasn’t enough.
Ava’s whine was plaintive, the frustration in her tone obvious as she became increasingly desperate to be stretched and rubbed in all the right ways.
Bryce’s lips turned up in a grin and two hands landed on her arse, squeezing her cheeks and pulling her up onto her knees. Hard bodies collided with hers, their steely cocks grinding against her hips. Ava reached for them, cupping their lengths through their clothes. Fuck me. They were both long and thick, and so so hard. Fingers brushed her thigh, higher this time, and Ava undulated her hips. “Fuck,” she breathed, shaking as the men licked and sucked her throat, taking it in turns to kiss her.
She wasn’t sure who moaned, but the deep rasp was hot as hell and Ava’s last thread of restraint snapped. Her clit pulsed, their teasing riling her up, but not satisfying her hunger. The craving was a sweet torment, one that Ava couldn’t stand any longer. She pulled her grip free from their cocks and squeezed the hand between her legs, pressing both of them closer.
“We’ve got you,” Cole whispered.
Bryce guided her down with a gentle touch until she was lying between them. Her dress was soon bunched up around her waist, her white lace G-string on display. Hungry eyes ate her up and her heart hammered, her pulse thundering through her veins until she was convinced her men could hear it. The need for relief grew, and Ava rubbed her thighs together once more, groaning with the ache exploding inside her.
One of those silent conversations passed between them again, their stare intense. Cole’s lips parted on a sharp inhale and his tongue darted out, touching his top lip. Bryce wavered closer, and Ava watched enraptured, her body thrumming with desire.
Bryce caught himself before he lost balance and broke the connection between him and Cole. The other man’s lids fluttered closed, and a vein pulsed at his forehead, his jaw clenching. But it wasn’t anger. The bulge at his groin flexed, the linen of his white pants doing a poor job of constraining the hard rod pressing against it.
They turned back to her as one and Ava knew she’d just become their prey. But instead of her fight-or-flight instinct kicking in, she wanted to throw open the gates and invite them in to party. Ava rubbed her thighs together, their hands on her legs sending a ripple of need through her.
Cole licked his lips as he eyed her pussy and Ava shot into the stratosphere, wanting to ride the high for as long as she could. But if she didn’t get the friction she needed, she was going to explode. Sliding her hand down, she pressed her fingers against her clit unable to tear her eyes away from the visual of Bryce stroking his cock through his chinos. It reached to his hip and was as thick as her fist. Her core clenched, eager to have him seated deep within.
Cole unbuttoned his shirt enough that he could tug it off and toss it aside, Bryce’s shirt following only a moment later. A whiff of their aftershaves floated by as the shirts sailed over her head. Ava arched up, chasing more as she dipped her finger into her core before circling the nub of nerves at her clit again.
They were beautiful. Bryce was all golden skin and thick muscles. She couldn’t get enough. Sitting up, she licked at his abs, the sweet taste of his skin as addictive as a drug. Ava moaned, desperate to take her fill as she traced a line up the middle of his body and nibbled on the flat disk of his nipple. She sucked, licking away the slight sting of her teeth when he gasped and she trailed her fingers down to his waistband.
“Fuck it,” Bryce mumbled and palmed the back of his head, drawing Cole close. Their gazes clashed and she saw the moment the wildfire between them ignited. Cole’s lids grew heavy as Bryce effortlessly tugged him closer. Cole gripped his shoulders, massaging the thick muscle there, the moment stretching out and speeding up at the same time.
Bryce crashed their lips together, his kiss ferocious. She hadn’t realized it was even possible, but Bryce hauled Cole closer, his arm banding around Cole’s waist. Their hips crashed together, and Cole tangled his fingers in Bryce’s hair, taking what he wanted from Bryce as their tongues tangled.
