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Gabriella
I’m grinding on Carter’s lap, staring at Dominic, my self-control shattering into a thousand sharp shards under the force of their intent stares.
I want them. There’s no hiding it. Self-preservation has long flown out of the window, and all that’s left is raw need. This might not be the smartest idea in the world, but I want them. I ache for them. I need them inside me. Possessing me, taking me. Filling me with their thick cocks, their large hands squeezing my breasts, spreading my thighs, holding my wrists in place…
Oh God.
Carter nudges my thighs apart with his knee even as he presses a hot kiss against my neck. “You like this, don’t you, Gabby?” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. He nips my earlobe and snakes his tongue in the shell of my ear, and I whimper and shift on his lap, my toes curling. A thrill shoots through me. “You like him watching you writhe on my lap. See the way he’s looking at you? He can’t wait to rip your dress off your body. You know that, don’t you?”
Each hot, dark word is whispered into my ear, and each dark, sinful word makes me tremble and quiver. My breathing is ragged, and my brain is going to short-circuit. It’s impossible to come just from listening to Carter, right? It’s impossible to climax just based off the pure lust in Dominic’s eyes.
And yet… I’m so, so close. If one of them as much as brushes a finger across my clit, I will explode.
My insides clench painfully.
Dominic walks toward me, slowly, deliberately. He undoes his cuffs and folds up his sleeves, and oh dear God, his forearms. He moves to stand between my spread legs. His gaze sears into me, and a fresh burst of desire ignites my core.
I’ve had two glasses of wine, maybe three, but this isn’t the alcohol. This is them. This is me remembering the hottest night of my life. This is Dominic’s cock, thick and bulging against his fly. This is my body, stretched taut with anticipation. This is Carter’s hands on my knees, spreading me wide open, exposing me to Dominic’s watchful gaze.
“Carter’s going to take off your bra.” Dominic’s voice is deep and firm.
“Yes,” I pant. I’m so ready for this. I’m past pretending.
A smile flickers on his face. “Tell me what you want, Gabriella. Do you want to play it safe, or do you want to live dangerously?”
Crap. Is he saying what I think he’s saying? I decide to ask before I jump to conclusions. “Is ‘living dangerously’ a metaphor for ‘I’m not going to use a condom’?”
His head jerks up. “What? No, of course not.” He grimaces. “That’s not dangerous, that’s just foolish.” He undoes his tie and dangles it from his fingertips. “We’re definitely going to use condoms. A blindfold, maybe some light kink, that was what I was talking about.”
Ooh. Anticipation winds through my insides at the thought of being blindfolded, not being able to see them, having to rely on my other senses. “In that case, I’m completely on board.”
Carter chuckles. “I like your enthusiasm.” He closes his hand around my throat and pulls me back against his chest. “It’s so fucking hot.” He brushes my hair out of the way, and then presses a kiss on the side of my neck. His stubble rasps my skin, and the sensation is delicious. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Two gorgeous guys, telling me how much I turn them on. This is going to go to my head. A girl could get used to this.
Dominic stalks closer. I tilt my head up and survey him, my breathing uneven, my nipples hard as diamonds. “Close your eyes,” he orders.
I swallow hard and obey. His fingers brush my cheeks as he blindfolds me, wrapping the tie around my head. The world goes dark, all light snuffed out, and my pulse leaps, nerves mingled with anticipation. My heart is in my mouth. This feels dangerous in the best kind of way. The same feeling you get the instant before the roller-coaster plummets. When you go skydiving and it’s time to jump. The second before you go all-in on a poker hand. The poker analogy should cool my ardor, but it doesn’t. The truth is, I’m a gambler. I’ve always been. I live for these pulse-pounding moments.
“Can you see?” Dominic asks, his voice silky.
“Not really.” Honesty compels me to add, “If I look down, there’s a sliver of light.”
“Don’t look down then,” Carter says. I can hear the smile in his voice. “Hands behind your back, Gabby.”
Why are these orders turning me on? Why do my nipples perk up, why does my breathing quicken, why is my skin breaking out into goosebumps? Every calm command sends my arousal sky-high. Every murmured demand sets my nerves alight.
I shift forward, still perched on Carter’s lap, and then clasp my hands behind my back. Carter closes his fingers around my wrists. “While you’re here,” he says, his voice dipping suggestively. “Perhaps you could…”
“Feel you up?” It’s my turn to smile. “I thought you’d never ask.”
I tease my fingers over Carter’s thick erection, feeling his hard length through the fabric. Anticipation shivers through me, and I rub his shaft, trying to encircle it with my fingers. His trousers get in the way, and I growl with impatience. “Get naked.”
Carter unclasps my bra. The garment falls forward, and cool air teases my overheated skin. I almost whimper. Then Dominic pinches my nipples sharply, and this time, I can’t hold back. I gasp, a wave of heat washing over me. “You seem to be under a misapprehension about who gives the orders,” Carter whispers in my ear, his fingers winding in my hair, tightening his grip ever so slightly. “Who’s in charge, Gabriella?”
I grip his cock and he groans out loud. I love it. He’s making no effort to hide his desire. His raw, uninhibited desire. Fresh heat engulfs me. “I don’t know,” I purr. “Tell me, Carter, who is in charge?”
Dominic pinches my nipples again.
