Cash caught her ogling more than once, but he didn’t seem put off by it. He simply grinned knowingly before taking another shot of tequila. Dylan had brought out three shot glasses sometime during the second quarter, and the amber liquid in the bottle had slowly begun to dwindle.
Jen definitely had her buzz on, but she also knew her limit, and when Dylan tried coaxing her into another shot, she shook her head and raised her hands in surrender. “One more and I’ll go from tipsy to flat-ass drunk.”
“Maybe I’m trying to get you drunk,” he responded, those dimples making another appearance.
“Why, so you can talk me into a threesome?” The words flew out before she could stop them.
“Why, is that something you’d be interested in?” he countered.
She felt herself blushing. “No,” she lied.
His grin widened. “I think you would.” He glanced at Cash. “You didn’t tell me the LT’s sister was such a naughty girl. If I’d known, I would have come over days ago.”
Cash rolled his eyes.
Dylan shifted, leaning into the arm of the couch. Green eyes gleaming with mischief, he locked his gaze with Jen’s and said, “So, the idea of being with two men turns you on, huh?”
“Maybe a little,” she relented.
He cocked a brow. “What else turns you on?”
She shrugged and avoided his eyes. Her cheeks were scorching. And somehow, in the span of a few seconds, she’d become wildly aroused. She squirmed on the couch, tried to ignore the zip of heat moving between her legs. From the corner of her eye, she caught Cash grinning at her again. Bastard was enjoying watching her squirm.
“Come on, Blondie,” Dylan prodded, “tell me all your wicked turn-ons.”
When Cash had the nerve to chuckle, she scowled at him. He thought it was funny, huh? Letting his friend tease her like this? She swallowed to bring moisture to her dry mouth, deciding that maybe Cash needed to do some squirming of his own.
“Well,” she said slowly, “I’ve always wanted to watch two men together.”
Although Dylan’s dark-blond eyebrows soared, he didn’t blanch or seem the slightest bit horrified by the idea. If anything, he looked incredibly intrigued. “Really,” he mused.
“It doesn’t freak you out?”
“Why should it? I love watching two women going at it, so why shouldn’t you enjoy a little man play?”
“Very progressive of you,” she said graciously.
He flashed another one of those rogue grins. “Thanks.”
Before she could blink, he tugged her toward him. She squeaked in surprise, her pulse racing when he touched her cheek. His palm was callused, fingertips rough as he skimmed them along the curve of her jaw. “So you wanna see me and Cash get it on, huh?”
Had he really just said that?
Her heartbeat thudded at triple speed. A wave of dizzying lust slammed into her as his words generated a slew of images in her mind. Images of these two sexy males touching and kissing and… Oh boy, she couldn’t even picture it without shuddering in pleasure.
“What do you say, McCoy? Should we give Blondie a show?”
She twisted around, needing to see Cash’s expression. She figured he’d recoil at the idea, but he looked more bemused than appalled. “How drunk are you exactly?” Cash asked his friend.
Dylan just laughed and wrapped his arms around Jen from behind. Those rough hands stroked her shoulders and his touch unleashed a flurry of shivers, leaving little flashes of heat in its wake. She locked eyes with Cash, but he didn’t seem at all perturbed that his friend’s hands were all over her.
Her mouth ran dry again. Rough-skinned hands traveled down to her waist, teasing the sides of her breasts on their southward journey. She shivered again. Every muscle in her body coiled tight with…anticipation?
Lord, what was she anticipating would happen?
The alluring possibilities swirling through her mind got her so wet she clenched her thighs together and slid off Dylan’s lap, afraid he’d feel the dampness of her panties right through her leggings.
Sucking in much-needed oxygen, she stumbled to her feet. “I’m craving ice cream,” she blurted out. “Anyone else want some?” Without letting either man respond, she fled to the kitchen.
As Cash watched Jen hurry off, he was unable to resist a low chuckle. He glanced at Dylan, who seemed equally amused. “Quit toying with her,” he told his buddy. “You’re making her nervous.”
“I’m making her hot,” Dylan corrected with a barely contained grin.
Yeah, no doubt about that. Cash hadn’t missed the flush of arousal on Jen’s cheeks or the way she kept shifting with pure sexual discomfort. His cock stirred as he imagined the wetness he’d find if he slipped his hand between her legs.
Now he was the one shifting around, a motion Dylan didn’t miss, judging by his husky chuckle.