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“I-I don’t know.” Tory pushed a hand through her hair, mussing the shiny blonde strands. Devon ached to grab a handful and press it against his face. Tory’s hair always smelled like coconuts. He fucking loved coconuts.
As he moved his thumb over Tory’s bottom lip, he accidently smeared the pink gloss she’d applied earlier. Christ, he wanted her mouth naked. No paint, just smooth skin. And soon to be wrapped around his cock, if he had anything to say about it.
“Would you like to hear what I want?”
She snorted and wrapped her small hand around his wrist, then pulled his hand away from the temptation of her mouth. “I’m pretty sure I already have a good grasp on what you want, Devon.”
Devon winked. “In case there’s any confusion, allow me spell it out.” He stepped closer, close enough to feel the soft weight of her breasts against his chest. He wondered about the shade of her nipples. Were they a dark mauve or a pretty pink? “I want you to walk through that door,” he softly demanded. “I want you to take off that lovely bit of sapphire satin. And I want you to let Con and me take you to paradise. That’s what I want. The question that needs answering now is, is that what you want?”
Tory bit her lip, then turned and stepped over the threshold. He heard Con curse. Devon fisted his hands at his side, hoping beyond hope to maintain control. Slow, he reminded himself. Tory was intrigued, but she was a far cry from where he and Con were. They’d thought of this night for months. Tory had had only minutes to get used to the idea. They would need to be gentle.
Devon entered the room after Tory. Con came in behind him, closing the door with a soft click. The music from downstairs could barely be heard. The only other sound in the gently lit room was the rapid beat of his heart. He’d heard the term before, but he’d never truly understood what it meant to hear your own heartbeat. He had a feeling it was beating so hard Con and Tory could probably hear the damn thing.
“This is beautiful, Con,” Tory said as she looked around the room. Bright blue walls wouldn’t have been as attractive had the room not been decorated with white accents. Eggshell white table lamps sat atop mismatching white end tables, which, of course, looked designer perfect against the hardwood floor and large octagonal black-and-white area rug. There wasn’t a lot of furniture in the room. Clearly, the bed was the focal point. Devon noticed Tory’s gaze land on it and linger. Devon had to admit, the damn bed looked inviting as hell. A king-size with a tufted white headboard and fluffy black satin comforter. Tory walked toward it. Can she feel my gaze on her? Devon’s cock hardened as Tory leaned down and smoothed her palm over the cool material. “Soft. And huge.”
“Thanks,” Con said from behind. “The bed was sort of a big deal for me. Growing up, there were times I didn’t even have a bed.”
Tory turned around and sat, her gaze darting back and forth between them before finally settling on Con. “And now you’re about to share it with Devon and me?”
Con laughed. “Always straight to the point, baby. That’s one of the things Devon and I love about you.”
Con stepped forward and knelt in front of Tory, his hands wrapping around her thighs, which the slit on her dress showed to perfection. Devon stayed silent as he took in the little teasing play in front of him. He liked to watch. It’d been something he’d discovered during his first ménage.
“It’s my Christmas wish, Tory,” Con murmured as he inched his hands higher on her thighs. “To share this bed with you and Devon would be the best way to spend my Christmas Eve. Would you grant me my wish, pretty girl?”
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p; Tory peeked around Con and pinned Devon with a gaze hot enough to singe the hair off his chest. “You have the same Christmas wish, Dev?”
“Yes.”
Tory smiled. It was a little shaky, but Devon could see the arousal more easily now. As he stood, all but spellbound, Tory reached up and fingered a strap on her dress. Every muscle in his body tensed when Tory flicked the strap off her shoulder. It fell to her elbow. She took hold of the other thin piece of material, and his mouth went dry as the Sahara.
“Come and get your present, then,” she whispered as she pushed it down her arm. The dress fell to her waist, revealing a lacy white strapless bra. Her breasts were barely contained. Damn. A tug, that was all it would take and Devon would get an eyeful of Tory’s beautiful plump tits.
Devon and Con both cursed.
Con found his voice first. “I fucking love getting presents,” he gritted out as he clutched her around the waist and buried his head in Tory’s cleavage.
Devon crossed the room and placed one knee on the bed beside Tory’s hip. He dipped his head and kissed the smooth ivory line of her neck. “Mmm, yeah, definitely my favorite holiday.”
Chapter Four
“Take it off, Tory,” Devon commanded as he and Con stood and stepped away from the bed. “All of it, sugar.”
Shaking from both trepidation and arousal, Tory fisted a hand in the delicate material of the dress and came to her feet. The silver high heels, which had seemed like such a great idea when she’d strapped them on, had her wobbling a little. This is it, she told herself. Letting go of the dress, Tory felt it drift down her body and catch at her hips. She tugged until it spilled around her feet. Both men watched as she grasped her lace thong with both hands and slowly slid it down her legs. Con narrowed his eyes as he started to unbutton his crisp white cotton shirt. She perked up as he revealed his strong, muscular chest and ripped abs. She’d seen both men shirtless before, but this was different. Way different.
Tory stepped out of her heels and panties, then went to work on her bra. That’s when she noticed Devon start to undress. Vulnerable didn’t even begin to describe the way she felt as the men stripped out of their clothes in front of her. It wasn’t long before they were all three nude.
Con’s gaze wandered over her torso, then moved lower. “So damn sexy, baby.”
Devon smiled as he looked at her breasts. “Mmm, beautiful,” he said, his voice soft, warm.
The praise reassured Tory and gave her the bravado she needed to keep from bolting. Devon’s expression was hot, blazing hot, but there was compassion there too. She clung to the knowledge that this was more than a good time for Con and Devon. It was special to them both. And she had a feeling she wasn’t going to walk away with her heart intact. Pushing those thoughts away, Tory allowed herself a good long look at both men. Devon was shorter than Con by a few inches at the most. He was every bit as powerful, though. From the impressively hard stomach to the firm, thick erection jutting away from his body, Devon was all man. He grinned when he caught her staring, and Tory’s cheeks burned. Con shifted to the right, catching her attention. She looked him over thoroughly, taking in his leaner, taller frame. The solid, swollen cock had her mouth watering. He wrapped a fist around it and squeezed. Tory stared, dazed. She cleared her throat and spared Devon a quick look. He was so quiet, watching her. She looked down his body and realized he’d hardened further. My god, the man was huge.
“Lie down, sugar.”
Tory couldn’t possibly disobey Devon in that moment. What woman could? Sitting on the bed, she started to do as he bid. Once positioned in the center, Tory laid back. The sight of Con and Devon in all their bronzed glory coming toward her, both men staring at her as if she were a tasty treat, had her pussy weeping with joy. Their well-muscled bodies and naughty grins were enough to have Tory begging and drooling.
