Oh God. Garrett and Carson were actually coming upstairs with her. So they could have sex. So the three of them could have sex. She hadn’t thought they’d actually agree to it. Garrett had almost fallen out of his chair when she’d suggested it. For a moment she’d even thought he’d get up and walk out the door. But whatever reluctance he might have felt had faded the second he’d stood and said let’s do it.
Thank God for the tequila swimming around in her blood, that’s for sure. She wasn’t drunk by any means, but the slow burn of the alcohol and the lightness inside her head definitely made it easier to climb up the narrow staircase leading to her apartment. She didn’t dare turn to look at Garrett, who was directly behind her, his breath warming the back of her neck.
She almost jumped two feet in the air when she felt his lips brush her ear. His voice was gruff as he said, “Sure you want to do this?”
They reached the door and she pushed it open, walking inside the dark living room without answering the question.
Did she want to do this? Should she back out, tell them it had been the tequila talking and that no, she had no intention of getting naked with them?
She stopped, leaned against the wall and stared at the two men who’d followed her inside, both gorgeous in their own right. Garrett, with his dark hair and rugged good looks. Carson, fair and blond with his chiseled GQ-model face.
She could ask them to leave, claim this was a mistake, but her body’s reaction to them made it hard to open her mouth and say the words. God, what was wrong with her?
Her nipples were as hard as icicles, her panties were soaked, and every cell in her body begged for the chance to be taken by these two sex gods. Two hard bodies pressed against hers, two pairs of hands touching her, two mouths kissing her, two cocks—
“Shel?” Garrett prompted.
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She swallowed. It was unbelievably hot in the apartment, making it hard to breathe let alone think. Open a window, that’s what she needed to do. Or turn on the fan sitting on the coffee table. But she couldn’t bring herself to move. Her pussy was throbbing, her clit so painfully swollen she had to squeeze her thighs together before she keeled over.
“So how do you want to do this?” she burst out. There, she’d finally said something.
Which meant she couldn’t back down now, because the something she’d said pretty much made it obvious she intended to do this. And jeez, did that throaty femme fatale voice actually belong to her?
“It’d help if you took off your clothes,” Carson returned with a sexy chuckle.
Garrett said nothing, but his piercing brown eyes were narrowed with arousal, as well as another emotion she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She wished he would come over and kiss her. She already knew what Carson’s kiss tasted like. Slow, teasing, languid. Would Garrett’s lips feel as soft against hers? Would he be gentle? Or would his kiss be rough, greedy?
Suddenly she couldn’t wait to find out, but since they obviously expected her to get naked before they touched her, Shelby reached for the hem of her tank and pulled the thin material up and over her head. Her bra was practically pasted to her body, drops of sweat already forming between her breasts. Her fingers were shaky as she unhooked the front clasp and shrugged the lacy bra off her shoulders. Neither man said a word, but their eyes widened with approval at the sight of her bare breasts. The palpable appreciation jumpstarted her confidence, and her hands were no longer trembling when she gripped the elastic waistband of her flowing skirt and took that off too. The thong came off next, and then she was naked and on display for the two sexiest guys she’d ever encountered.
Carson’s soft whistle broke through the silence. “Jesus, Shelby,” he hissed out.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Heat spilled over her cheeks. Both men were completely dressed, and there she was, standing in front of them without a stitch of clothing so they could openly admire her.
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moisture pooled between her legs. Maybe it made her the slut of the century, but she couldn’t wait to get started.
Evidently Garrett felt the same urgency, because before she could blink he had stepped toward her and was pulling her naked body to his clothed one. She stared at his mouth, knowing her excitement was written all over her face. “Kiss me,” she whispered.