“There are two lessons tonight.” Asher kissed the side of my face, and for a moment, they were both leaning in, their lips on me. One on my cheek, one on my temple, their breath warm against my skin.
Who knew synchronized kissing felt so good?
“The first lesson is on dirty talk,” Kai said, and he put his hand on my other thigh.
I nearly moaned. It was intoxicating having both of them touching my legs, their hands high up on my thighs, their fingers strong and warm against my bare skin. They squeezed and tugged my legs apart slightly, and my hips ground against the sofa of their ownaccord. I’d never realized how good this would feel—how much it would make me long for those hands to explore higher, where my body ached to be touched.
Kai chuckled as I moaned softly. But I had to tell the truth. “I don’t know how to talk dirty.”
“That’s why you’re getting a lesson on it,” Asher said, as if speaking to a particularly slow student.
“It’s easy,” Kai said, his voice low, his breath caressing my heated skin. “You just tell us what you want to happen. What you hope will happen. Like how in the equipment room today when I told you that soon, I’d be pushing my hard cock inside you, making you moan and scream. Did you like hearing that?”
Heat flooded through me at the memory. “Yes, but?—”
“Then you’ll do fine,” Kai said.
“But what’s the other lesson tonight?”
Asher squeezed my thigh, his fingers curving around between my legs and sliding higher. He bit down on my earlobe, harder than I expected, and spoke in a soft, silky growl.
“We’ll let you know once you’ve mastered dirty talk.”
21
ZOE
I sat between them,my heart pounding, not really knowing how to get started. But then I remembered—Asher and Kai were the teachers. They’d let me know what to do. So I just waited, trying to still my racing pulse.
They were both still stroking my inner thighs, and it felt so good. Their hands were warm and strong, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare skin. I leaned back against the sofa, both excited and a little nervous about what would come next.
Asher put his hand on my stomach on top of the shirt. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Did you know this is my shirt?”
“I thought it probably was,” I said.
“How does it feel against your skin?”
“Good. I like the way it feels.” The cotton was soft, worn in, comfortable.
“Does it smell like me?” he asked.
I took a breath, trying to catch his scent through the fabric. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Every time I’m near you, you smell like a different cooking spice.”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my side. “Fair enough.”
He slid his hand up to where the shirt parted right over my bra. He looked me in the eye when he undid another button, but he didn’t part the material yet. He just held my gaze and said, “I think it might look better like this. What do you think?”
“Okay,” I breathed.
But now I was starting to get worried. I wanted to be with them, to do things with them, but I didn’t think I could handle being undressed right there while they touched me and examined my body. Not with all three of them able to see every flaw, every imperfection.
I looked at Landon, wondering if he was going to stop it. Overrule it like he had with the socks.
But he just got up, and my heart sank.
He was leaving. He was disgusted with me, with what we were doing. I wanted to call back to him as he turned away, but that wouldn’t be fair to Kai and Asher. Landon had made it clear he didn’t want to be part of this, and I just had to accept that even though it hurt.
But he didn’t head down the hallway.
