Aidan’s features went taut. “A good burn. Feels…good.” He stopped. Moaned. “So…good.” Then he stopped talking altogether and kissed her.
Dylan set the pace, controlling it with long, even strokes, and as crazy as it sounded, Claire felt like she was being fucked by them both. Each time Dylan slammed into Aidan, it was like he was slamming into her too. And each time Aidan groaned against her lips, she groaned too, because she knew he was feeling the same explosive rush of pleasure she was.
Time stood still as the three of them moved together. The pressure between her legs grew unbearable. Aidan’s erection was lodged inside her, but she needed him to move faster, needed him to find the rhythm that would send her soaring.
“More,” she begged. “Please, Dylan, give us more.”
He laughed huskily. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
“Please.”
“All right, honey, but only because you asked nicely.”
The moment Dylan quickened his tempo, Aidan’s hips moved the way she wanted them to and his cock drove as fast and as deep as it needed to in order to detonate that knot of pressure.
Claire convulsed, losing herself in an orgasm that started between her legs, then soared up to her throat and down to her toes. It was a full-body orgasm, the most intense thing she’d ever experienced in her life, and each time she thought it was over, another wave of pleasure shuddered through her.
“Love your ass,” Dylan choked out. “Feels so good squeezing my cock like that. Fuck…oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”
The moment Dylan grunted in climax, Aidan followed suit, his cock jerking inside her as he came with a strangled groan.
It took a while for Claire’s heart to beat normally again. She lay there trying to catch her breath as Aidan pulled out of her throbbing pussy and Dylan handled the task of ditching their condoms. And then the three of them were lying together, Aidan on his back with Claire’s head on his chest, Dylan spooning her from behind, one limp arm thrown over her waist and resting on Aidan’s abdomen.
“I’m so sleepy,” she murmured.
Aidan’s laugh vibrated beneath her ear, and the steady beating of his heart only succeeded in making her drowsier. “We wore you out, huh?”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
She sighed when she felt Dylan’s lips brush over her shoulder. “You okay, honey? No regrets?”
“No regrets,” she whispered, and then she fell asleep sandwiched between them, kept warm by the heat of their bodies.
Chapter Twelve
Christmas Eve
“Okay, we need to decide one thing before we go in,” Claire announced after Aidan pulled up to the curb in front of Seth Masterson’s house.
She was in the backseat again, so both men had to twist around to look at her. “What are you talking about?” Dylan asked.
“Well, the two of you have this habit of, how do I put it nicely? Pawing at me every chance you get.”
They shot her sheepish grins, because they both knew she was right. For the past few days, they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off her. If Claire was in the room, at least one of them was right there beside her, touching some part of her body. Stroking her shoulder while she read the newspaper. Fondling her ass when she loaded the dishwasher. Kissing her neck as she flipped pancakes on the stove.
Not that she was complaining. She loved the endless affection they bestowed on her, same way she loved the deliciously naughty things they did to her in the bedroom every night. There was no doubt about it—she was utterly addicted to these men. She craved them every second of the day, eagerly awaiting their return from the base each afternoon so the three of them could lose their clothes and drive each other wild.
But that was in the privacy of the condo. Tonight they would be in public, surrounded by Dylan and Aidan’s friends, and she was feeling panicky about people knowing she was sleeping with two men.
“You can’t do that in there.” She gestured to the townhouse across the street. “I don’t want your friends to think I’m some kind of skank.”
“They would never think that,” Dylan assured her.
“Maybe not, but I still don’t feel comfortable with them knowing about us. The three of us, I mean. So maybe tonight, just one of you can be my date?”
She felt bad asking it, but neither Dylan nor Aidan seemed insulted by the request. They simply glanced at one another, and then Aidan said, “Rock, paper, scissors you for it?”
Dylan shook his head. “No need. The choice is obvious. You’ll be her date.”
Aidan’s dark eyebrows furrowed. “Why is that obvious?”
“Yeah,” Claire said warily. “Why is that obvious?”