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“Shh, it’s okay.” He reached around and patted her bottom. “Upstairs first.”
Crystal hesitated. She could walk away right now. Go back to her friend and forget this ever happened. Oh crap. Mollie. Crystal turned around and spotted her friend dancing with a tall, dark-haired man. Crystal didn’t recognize him. Was he someone Mollie knew well or had they just met? Crystal stepped away from Mac and Trent and held up a hand. “Uh, give me a sec, okay?”
A beat of silence stretched between them, then they both nodded. She walked away, but quickly peeked back, and a thrill ran up her as she noticed that neither of them had budged an inch. They simply stood by and waited. When Crystal approached Mollie, her friend glanced her way and grinned. “Having a good time?” Mollie asked as she spotted Mac and Trent waiting for her. “Those two are so into you,” she whispered into her ear.
Heat stole into her cheeks. “Uh, actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
Mollie held up a hand. “Say no more. I’m going to hitch a ride with Remmington here.” She patted the man she’d been dancing with on the chest. “He and I have known each other for years.”
Remmington winked as he tweaked Mollie’s nose. “I’ll take good care of her.”
Crystal nodded, then looked back at Mollie. “Are you sure?”
“I’m positive, sweetie, but what about you?” She pointedly glanced over at Trent and Mac. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
“No, I really don’t,” she blurted out. “But for once I don’t want to think it to death. I just want to have a good time.” She cringed as her own words sank in. “Oh God, is that horrible of me?”
“Of course not.” Mollie hugged her close and said, “And just so you know, I think you must be awfully special to catch their eye.”
Curious, she said, “Oh?”
“Well, as long as I’ve been coming here, I’ve never seen them dance with one of the customers.”
A jolt of pleasure shot through her at the knowledge that maybe, just maybe, this was as special for Mac and Trent as it was for her. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“You’d better,” she replied with a grin.
As Crystal made her way back to Mac and Trent she saw the warmth in their smiles and the gentleness in the men’s gazes. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that neither man would hold it against her if she turned them down and chose to go home, alone. But wasn’t it about time she did something that gave her pleasure? Her entire marriage had been about pleasing Richard. This was her time. And she was calling the shots. Making the final decision calmed Crystal’s racing heart as nothing else could.
When Crystal reached the men, nothing was said as she simply started up the stairs, taking the steps one a time. When she reached the upstairs landing, Mac was beside her, quietly waiting. She let her gaze travel the length of him. As she spied the rigid hardness of his cock beneath the navy slacks, her mouth watered. Trent mov
ed in beside her, both men wearing grins. Crystal shuddered.
Trent couldn’t believe his eyes. The minute he’d spotted her, he’d wanted her. He’d never had such a strong reaction to a woman in his club before. Crystal was different. He was a mere few feet from their private room. Trent 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 Mac and saw the same hunger, the same wild need. Mac’s gaze stayed on Crystal as he stepped backward. Once. Twice. When his back hit the door to their private suite, he said, “Do you trust us, Crystal?”
Trent held his breath. Would she go through that door, or would she tell them both to go to hell? The woman seemed to possess a no-nonsense attitude. He liked it. 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.”
Trent exhaled. Mac grinned, then reached behind his back and turned the knob. He pushed it open and stepped aside. “After you, baby.”
Crystal looked over at him, her gaze eating him up. Trent 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. “Easy, baby. We won’t hurt you.”
“But when I go in there”—she sent a look toward the suite—“we’re going to be together. The three of us.”
“Is that what you want?” Trent asked, his voice rough with the feelings coursing through him.
“I—I don’t know.” Crystal pushed a hand through her hair, mussing the shiny brown strands. Trent ached to grab a handful and press it against his face. Crystal’s hair smelled like coconuts. He fucking loved coconuts.
As he moved his thumb over Crystal’s bottom lip, he smeared her pink gloss. 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, Trent.”
Trent winked. “In case there’s any confusion, allow me to 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 black satin. And I want you to let Mac and me take you to heaven. That’s what I want. The question that needs answering now is, is that what you want?”
Crystal bit her lip, then turned and stepped over the threshold. He heard Mac curse. Trent fisted his hands at his side, hoping beyond hope to maintain control. Slow, he reminded himself. Crystal was intrigued, but she was a far cry from where he and Mac were. They knew exactly what they wanted, and sharing a woman wasn’t new for them. But Trent had a feeling that Crystal was a babe compared to them. They would need to be gentle.
