Aidan smiled at her. “Go for it.”
As Claire rummaged through the presents, Dylan had to wonder what the heck she’d bought during her numerous trips to the mall last week. They’d agreed to get each other only one or two things, and stick to a limit of a hundred bucks, and although all the packages she’d come home with were fairly small, there were quite a few of them.
She stalked back to the couch and handed each of them a present. “Now be warned, these are my joke gifts,” she said with a grin. “I’m saving the good ones for tomorrow.”
He and Aidan glanced at each other. “You first,” Aidan said graciously.
Dylan quickly tore the wrapping to reveal a Cliff Notes study guide to the novel War and Peace. He laughed in delight. “Best gift ever,” he told Claire.
Aidan went next, unwrapping his present to find a narrow cardboard box. He flipped it open and pulled out a black ballpoint pen, then raised his brows and glanced at Claire.
“Oh, it’s not just an ordinary pen,” she informed him. “It’s the kind that has invisible ink. You know, so when you’re jotting down your super-secret spy notes, nobody will see what you’re writing.”
Aidan threw his head back and laughed. “I love it.”
Claire was already moving back to the tree. “Okay, which one should I open?”
“The blue one,” they answered in unison.
Her soft laughter floated in the dimly lit room. “Is this the joint gift you two were teasing me about?”
“Yup,” Dylan confirmed.
She returned to the couch, resting the large rectangular-shaped box on her lap. She stared at the green bow taped to the center of the plain blue box, then gave them a dry smile.
“This is your idea of giftwrapping, huh?”
“Wrapping paper is overrated and unnecessary,” Aidan replied. “Sort of like clothes.”
Dylan nodded. “Exactly like clothes. Especially your clothes, honey. I don’t know why you bother wearing any, if I’m being honest. Now open our beautifully wrapped box.”
She lifted the lid, and a moment later, she was laughing again. “Of course. Why am I not surprised?”
Dylan and Aidan exchanged grins as Claire held up the sheer, red merrywidow and matching G-string.
“So let me get this straight, this is a present for me? Because it seems to me like it’s more of a present for you guys.”
Aidan’s voice lowered to a smoky pitch. “Trust me, you’re going to get as much enjoyment from it as we are.”
“How do you figure that?”
“You’ll really enjoy the way we tear it off you,” Dylan said helpfully.
“Hmmm. Let’s see if you’re right.” She tucked the lingerie under her arm and stood up. “Give me a few minutes.”
After she hurried away, Aidan joined him on the couch and flashed his dimpled grin. “Good call on the lingerie.”
Dylan grinned back. “I thought so.”
“You know she’ll look hot as hell in it.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“How much did it cost again?”
“Half the budget—fifty bucks.”
“Meh. So we’ll only be out twenty-five each when we shred it to pieces.”
“Damn good investment,” Dylan concurred.
It felt like an eternity before they heard her footsteps. They were both fidgeting with impatience by that point, Dylan’s cock straining against the fly of his khakis. A glance at Aidan’s lower body showed him to be in a similar state, sporting a bulge beneath his gray wool trousers.
They both hissed when Claire stepped into view.
Dylan couldn’t tear his gaze off her. The lacy red outfit hugged her mouthwatering curves, making her look like she’d just stepped out of a Victoria’s Secret catalog. Her full breasts were pushed up and practically pouring out of the built-in bra, and the little black center bow looked so naughty Dylan wanted to rip it off with his teeth.
“C’mere,” Aidan growled.
With an impish smile, Claire took her sweet time sauntering over to them. “How do I look?”
Dylan licked his lips. “Good enough to eat.”
She did a little spin, showing off the dental-floss-thin strip of lace nestled between her firm ass cheeks.
“Holy fuck, get over here,” Aidan burst out.
Dylan laughed as Aidan stuck out his arm and grabbed hold of Claire’s hand. He yanked hard and she fell into Dylan’s lap, her back colliding into his chest with a thud.
Dylan wrapped his arms around her to keep her in place. She shivered when he nuzzled her neck, then moaned as Aidan swiftly bent down and kissed one rigid nipple through the lace.
Dylan chuckled. “I think she likes that.”
“Not half as much as I do,” Aidan muttered before tugging on the lacy cups to expose Claire’s breasts.
Aidan’s mouth closed over a rosy nipple. His throat worked as he suckled her, and Claire made a happy purring sound that brought a smile to Dylan’s lips.
Aidan’s dark lashes fluttered as he peered up at her. “You okay there, baby?”