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I'm not sure where this is going, but I'm glad to find out. I don't care if it takes all night.
7
HARLOW
What am I doing? It's like I'm a different person all of a sudden. This is entirely unlike me, but I can't bring myself to stop it. Not when it feels so good. So wrong, but so good.
And they're both into it—big time, judging by what's poking at me now that their bodies are so close to mine, pinning me against my door. What would happen if somebody stepped out of their apartment right now and saw us like this? What would they think of me?
Why do I care?
The three of us are breathless, questions and yearnings hanging in the air. I guess it's because neither of them tries to make another move—they're not demanding, they don't try to force anything on me—so I feel safe murmuring, “Would you like to come in for another drink? Just a nightcap, you know?”Smooth. Very seductive, Harlow.
Yet it seems to work, since they both smile, their heads bobbing up and down before I turn to unlock the door. I'm so glad I picked up the place before Ruby came by. She's my best friend, but I didn't want her to stage an intervention over the terrible state of my apartment.
What am I doing? I can't believe this. When I think of the times Kyle tried to convince me to have a threesome and how adamant I was about not doing it, I almost feel like a hypocrite. Then again, he wanted it to be us and another girl. Obviously, it was all supposed to be for his pleasure. This is completely different. Besides the fact that there are two men involved, there's nobody pressuring me. I actually want to do this.
My knees are shaky and there's a definite throbbing between my legs as I set my purse down near the front door, stepping aside to allow the men inside. My body is humming with anticipation. How far are they going to want to go?
Forget them. How far doIwant to go?
Ash, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Dangerous, looks around while wearing a smile. “This is a nice place.”
“Thank you.” What do I do now? How do I get things started? Who do I think I am, inviting two men into my apartment at once?
“Can I get you your drinks? You can make yourselves comfortable on the couch.”
Soren turns away from the window and rakes his fingers through his blond hair. It’s so thick, so soft looking. “What do you have?”
“There's vodka, bourbon, rum. I have some soda and juice in the fridge, lemons, and limes as well.”
Both men ask for bourbon on the rocks, so I go to the kitchen and practically shove my head into the freezer to cool off for a second before grabbing the ice.
Let's look at the pros in this situation. One, they are both insanely hot. More than that, they seem like nice guys. Funny, friendly, able to talk without every word out of their mouths having a double meaning. I don't feel unsafe with them. And considering how wet and aching I am as I pour bourbon into two glasses, there's obviously a physical connection here. I would never have imagined responding so strongly, so suddenly, so soon after having my heart broken.
Maybe this is what I need. Maybe it was meant to be this way. Ruby was meant to leave early so I would have a chance to meet these two. I was meant to meet them so I could get over Kyle and his bullshit. I deserve a night of feeling wanted, craved.
It doesn't have to be more than a single night, either. I never have to talk to either of them again. I don't even know their last names. This can be a one-time thing, something fun and crazy to get Kyle out of my system and help me move on.
I can do this. I want to do this. I just wish I knew where to start. Being cheated on is not exactly a surefire way to feel sexy and desired. Do I undress them first? Maybe I should ask them what they want me to do… or should I take control and tell them what I want from them?
Maybe this was all a big mistake.
I hear footsteps an instant before Ash appears in the kitchen doorway. “I was wondering if you maybe needed a little help.”
God, he is so hot, I can hardly breathe when he approaches and finally comes to a stop at my side. He smells incredible—musky, masculine, and that paired with the light touch of his hand against my lower back is practically enough to curl my toes.
“I think I can handle pouring liquor over ice,” I murmur with a breathless giggle.Relax, already. Enjoy it.
My breath catches when he leans in and his lips brush my neck. A shiver runs through me and I close my eyes at the touch, at the gentle, soft kisses he trails down to my shoulder and back up again. He kisses me like a man with all the time in the world and nowhere else he'd rather be. I have to lean against him when my legs go weak, but he wraps an arm around my waist and holds me against him, keeping me on my feet so I can turn and touch my lips to his.
All at once a wave of pure, throbbing lust makes me wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down, suddenly ravenous for him. For his touch, his kisses, his soft grunts. His tongue slides against mine while the obvious erection threatening to burst out of his pants presses against me. He's big, and thick, and he sighs when I move my hips to grind against him.
Who cares about drinks now? When Ash pulls me in close with both arms around me and lifts me off my feet I go with him, giving myself over to him, knowing I won't regret it. I let him carry me into the living room, where he sets me on the couch next to Soren before taking his place at my other side.
Right away, Soren runs his hand up my left leg, playing with the hem of my dress before lifting it ever so slowly while nuzzling my neck. Ash continues what we started in the kitchen, burying his hand in my hair and holding my head still while he kisses me deeply, thoroughly, until there's nothing I can do but part my thighs in hopes that one of them will make the almost painful ache go away. Nothing matters more now than relief. I've never been this wet, my clit swollen and aching, my heart ready to pound out of my chest.
I run a hand up Soren's leg which he takes and places over his bulging crotch. The boldness of that move thrills me more than ever, and the sound of his needy, almost desperate grunts while I massage him through his jeans only leaves me wanting more. So much more.
