And she didn’t feel disgusted. Or horrified. Or insulted.
Her mind was working a million miles a second as she hastily put on her clothes. She might have slept with Dylan just now, but she’d been attracted to Aidan from the second she’d laid eyes on him, and she got the feeling if the situation were reversed and she’d been locked in here with Aidan? She would have slept with him too.
What the hell did that say about her? Lusting over two men? Entertaining the idea of having sex with both of them?
“You liked what you saw in September, remember?” Dylan kept talking, kept tormenting her. “Now imagine getting to see that again, but not just a kiss, Claire. Picture me and Aidan sucking each other off, fucking each other.”
She could barely breathe. Her face felt hot, tight, and her throat had closed up to the point of suffocation.
From arousal.
Because she was aroused.
Oh God, what was wrong with her?
“Imagine all the dirty, dirty things we could all do to each other,” he said in a raspy voice. “Just imagine it, Claire.”
Her pussy damn near convulsed. She couldn’t look at Dylan, not when he was still sitting there naked as the day he was born.
“Would you…can you put on some clothes?” she stammered, keeping her gaze on her feet. “Please?”
A regretful sigh echoed in the bedroom.
She heard the mattress squeak, and quickly stepped out of the way so Dylan could pick up his discarded clothes. Only when he was dressed did she find the courage to look at him.
“I…” She took a breath. “I’m not that kind of woman, Dylan.”
He raised a brow. “You mean the kind of woman who’s looking for passion? The kind of woman who fingers herself after watching two men make out? You said so yourself, honey, you realized you were lacking something in your life.” A pause. “Maybe this was it.”
Amazed laughter bubbled in her throat. “So I was lacking two cocks filling my various orifices? Is that what I need?”
“Passion,” he said again.
“There might be such a thing as too much passion.”
“Impossible.” He stepped closer, those magnetic green eyes focused so intensely on her face she felt like he was peering into her soul. “Just think about it, Claire. Keep an open mind. You know, threesomes are more common than you think.”
“Yeah, maybe in your circle. But I told you about the way I was raised. I was lucky to even lose my virginity considering how strict my dad is, and the only friend I have who comes close to being sexually promiscuous is Natasha, at least when she’s not working double shifts at the hospital, and even then, she usually only has sex with one person at a time!”
“Usually?” Dylan’s lips twitched.
Claire let out an exasperated breath. “I know she fooled around with a couple of girls in college, but I don’t know if it was an official, quote unquote, three-way.”
“What exactly is an official three-way?”
“You’re making fun of me again,” she muttered.
“Only because I love seeing your face turn all pink like that.” He moved even closer, both his rough-skinned hands coming up to cup her chin. “You don’t have to be embarrassed that the idea turns you on. And you don’t have to give a definitive answer right this second. Just…think about it.”
She gazed into his earnest green eyes, feeling like she was in a daze. “Think about it,” she echoed.
“Yes. Just promise me you will, okay?”
“I…” She cleared her throat, tried to make sense of this craziness. “I don’t know if—”
A knock on the door interrupted her.
“Yoo-hoo!” Aidan’s voice, cheery and smug. “I just got back from my run. Decided to be nice and let you out early.”
“Wow, what a prince,” Dylan called out.
“Everything okay in there?”
“Everything is just fine. Now open the door, you asshole.”
“Sure thing, let me just carry our glass angel to safety first.”
As Aidan’s footsteps receded, Dylan feathered his thumbs over Claire’s cheeks and searched her face. “You okay, honey?”
Swallowing, she nodded.
“Good.”
Just as the doorknob began to turn, Dylan gave her one last meaningful look and mouthed the words, “Think about it.”
Claire choked down a hysterical laugh.
Right.
Like it was even remotely possible for her to think about anything else.
For the tenth time in less than a minute, Aidan checked the alarm clock on the bedside table and confirmed that, yes, it was still 12:21 a.m. Annnnnd wait, the one in the minute column switched to a two, officially making it 12:22.
Son of a bitch.
Apparently he was not destined to fall asleep tonight.