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Con tsked. “You know better. Devon never drinks, and I only had a few sips of that white wine you tasted earlier.”
She did know Devon’s rigid stance on alcohol. His father had been an abusive drunk and, as a result, Devon never touched the stuff. “Then maybe I’m the one who’s had a little too much.”
“Come upstairs with us, sugar. Where we can be alone. We can talk about this in private.”
“Talk?” she asked, turned on despite her suspicions.
“Talk, nothing more. Unless it’s what you want,” he added. “I promise.”
“You have our word, baby,” Con said, adding his two cents to Devon’s. “The ball’s in your court.”
“But you don’t deny you want me. Both of you. At once.” She said it quietly, but still it felt like all eyes were on her.
“We won’t lie to you,” Devon said. “Having you is something we’ve both fantasized about, Tory.”
Tory slapped a hand over her eyes. “Oh, God. This is so crazy.”
Con pried her hand away, a tender smile on his face. “Crazy because you like the idea, or crazy because the thought is repugnant?”
She couldn’t lie, not about this. Not when they were opening themselves up to her in such a vulnerable way. “It’s not repugnant,” she answered, her voice quivering. From fear or excitement? Both, she suspected.
Devon’s arms tightened and Con’s silver gaze blazed with passion. “Follow me,” Con growled.
Con gestured to Jason, his personal assistant. Making arrangements for Jason to handle the guests? Most likely. Heat filled her cheeks when Jason’s gaze darted her way for a split second. As Con started out of the room, Devon wrapped a hand around her smaller one, then led her toward the doorway. Her legs shook. She was really doing this. Going upstairs with Devon and Con. Would they make love to her? Both powerful men? She couldn’t even begin to get her head around it. Tory had no experience to aid her in this. What would they expect from her? Would she be able to satisfy two such virile men? More importantly, what would it do to their friendship?
Suddenly, Devon stopped and cupped her chin in his large, gentle grip. “Stop analyzing it. Only let us please you. That’s what Con and I want. To please you.”
His gaze dropped to her chest. Was he looking at her nipples? Could he tell they were hard for him? His nostrils flared as he muttered, “So sweet. So tempting.”
“So out of my depth,” she muttered.
Devon brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. Without another word, he took her to the stairs. Halfway up, he stopped her again, murmuring, “Tell me, sugar, are you wet right now? Is your pussy eager for my touch?”
“Devon.” She had no idea what she was going to say. She had no words to describe the feelings rioting inside her at that moment.
“Con and I are going to make you feel so damn good. Every sexy inch of you, Tory.”
She had to make him understand. He had to know she wasn’t this daring. That she’d never been wild or uninhibited in bed. She swiveled on her heel, nearly tumbling right off the step had Devon not reached out and grabbed her around the waist. “I’ve never…this isn’t—”
“Shh, it’s okay.” He reached around and patted her bottom. “Upstairs first, sugar.”
Tory hesitated. She could leave. Simply ask Devon to take her home. He’d do it. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he wouldn’t hold it against her, either. He would call tomorrow morning and wish her a Merry Christmas the way he always did. Did she want that? Did she want to walk away from them? Sleep in an empty bed and wonder for the rest of her life what she’d missed out on? The answer was simple. Making the final decision calmed Tory’s racing heart as nothing else could.
Turning around, Tory started up the stairs once more, taking the steps one at a time. When she reached the upstairs landing, Con was there, quietly waiting. She let her gaze travel the length of him. As she spied the rigid length of his cock beneath the navy slacks, her mouth watered. Devon moved in beside her. Both men wore twin grins. Tory shuddered.
Devon couldn’t believe his eyes. Tory, the woman who had fueled too many fantasies to count, stood a mere few feet from Con’s bedroom. Devon licked his lips, anticipation humming along his nerve endings. His cock, already hard enough to drive spikes through cement blocks, strained against the tight confines of his slacks. He looked over at Con and saw the same hunger, the same wild need. Con’s gaze stayed on Tory as he stepped backward. Once. Twice. When his back hit the door to his bedroom, he asked, “Do you trust us, Tory?”
Devon held his breath. Would she go through that door or would she tell them both to go to hell? With Tory, it was a toss-up. Her no-nonsense attitude had always been one of the things he’d loved so much about her. She said what she meant. She didn’t play games like some of the women he’d dated.
“Yes, I trust you. I wouldn’t have come up here if I didn’t.”
Devon exhaled. Con grinned, then reached behind his back, turned the knob and opened the door. He pushed it open and stepped aside. “After you, baby.”
Tory looked over at him, her gaze eating him up. Devon easily saw the arousal, but there was a healthy dose of nerves too. He reached out and cupped her cheek. Damn, she had the softest skin. He’d never touched anything finer. “You know us, sugar. Better than anyone, I think.”
“And when I go in there…” she sent a look toward Con’s bedroom, “…we’re going to be together. The three of us.”
“Is that what you want?” Devon asked, his voice rough with the feelings coursing through him.
