“Reckon Sloane would kick your ass,” Jagger grumbles.
Asher winks at me like he doesn’t care, and I smirk back at him.
I eat up the entire bowl of ice cream, enjoying their banter. Something about this feels normal, too comfortable. And I know that’s not right, but a small part of me says this is what I have been missing in my life—friends, people to hang out with and share what lights me up. Even if they are getting paid to spend time with me. Valentine would never have watched a movie with me. And honestly, I think it’s where my love of all these classics came from, the escapism of watching the heroine go from tragic to wholehearted. I knew that would never be mine, but I could live with them through the screen and dream of a different life.
When I finish my dessert, Ash takes the bowl from me and places it on the coffee table before he turns off the lights and settles back in beside me. I try to relax back into the plush leather, but with the two of them so close to me, it’s near impossible. My heart is pounding harder than it should be, and my palms are sweaty. Not only that, but my pussy is throbbing with a craving for something I have never imagined before. Brothers. Three of them.
Not ten minutes into the movie, a light snoring comes from Jagger’s direction. I glance his way to find he’s curled up with his hand under his face, fast asleep. He doesn’t look so scary when he’s asleep; he’s more adorable, his lips all pouty, and I watch him for way longer than I should. He’s the most difficult to work out, broody and detached in a way that makes me wonder who hurt him.
“My movie bored him to sleep,” I whisper so I don’t wake him.
Asher and Cruz both chuckle out a laugh. “He always falls asleep in movies. Don’t take it personally.”
Asher’s hand dusts up my thigh, brushing the soft fabric of my skirt out of the way so he can touch me. No one else in the room wouldbe able to tell because of the blanket lying over our laps, but I know. Every damn muscle in my body just stiffened.
I suck in a breath, trying to get my crazy desire for him under control. I’m not one of his groupies. Even if I kind of want to be. “Ash,” I warn him, but the truth is, I’m only half serious. The idea of his hands on me is thrilling in all the best ways. Especially after what just happened in the kitchen.
He pretends he didn’t hear me, keeping his hand right where it was as he watches the movie. I keep my eyes on him, knowing he’s not really watching it. The slightest hint of a smile on his lips tells me I’m right. As more of the movie plays on, his hand moves a little higher up the inside of my thigh, sending a scattering of goosebumps along with it.
I’m so turned on I can’t focus on anything other than his hand. But he’s not the only one moving in closer. Cruz leans in, his hand stroking along my side almost absentmindedly, like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.
Something snaps in my brain. I itch to touch them. My inner vixen waking up and taking charge, my hands slide onto both of their thighs. My fingers trace a path down and up their jeans, my nails briefly sinking in. I know this is a dangerous move, it’s me giving them an invitation to take this to the next level, but for once, I don’t care. This is what I want. Both of them now.
Cruz’s lips brush over my earlobe. “The idea of us sharing you turns you on, doesn’t it, little darlin’?”
I turn my head just a little so our lips are nearly touching. “So much,” I whisper, all breathy, then press my lips to his, kissing him savagely. I shouldn’t want this, but I do.
“You’re in luck. Big bro might not like to share, but we do,” Asher hums.
When I pull back from Cruz, Ash is right there. His lips meet mine, his tongue forcing itself inside my mouth possessively, the most delicious tingle running through me. Hell, yes, I want them both. Even if this is probably the worst decision I can make right now, I still want it.
Cruz’s hand moves up my body, cupping my breast, his lips trailing down my neck as Ash’s fingers trail over my silk panties.
I’m utterly consumed by everything about them, their hands, their lips. The warmth of their bodies so damn close to mine. I get a hand under Ash’s T-shirt and run my fingers over his hard abs. Man, he’s a god, all smooth skin over rock-solid muscles, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s pierced like Cruz.
He slips his fingers under my panties and feels me for the first time. I hold my breath, too scared to move in case I fall apart just from the stroke of his fingers. He takes his time, gliding through my folds and running his finger back and forth over my clit. Exploring before he pushes a finger deep inside of me.
Cruz’s lips are back on mine, and I moan into them, my body suddenly on fire. The sensation of his devouring kisses with the way Ash is stroking his thumb over my clit and fingering me at the same time. Lethal. Cruz takes it to the next level, slipping his hand inside my dress, inside my bra, toying with my nipple. He plucks at the hardened nub before roughly shoving my dress out of the way so he can get his hand all the way inside my bra. My breasts push up and out, the cool night air hitting my flushed skin. “Hear that, Ash? She fucking purrs for us like a little kitten.”
“So fucking sweet,” he agrees, pushing a second finger inside of me.
I groan and thrust my hips into his hand. I find his hand, feeling where his fingers slide inside of me. It makes me giddy, it feels so damn good. “More,” I hum, rocking over his hand.
Ash’s eyes lock with mine, a sexy-as-fuck grin on his face. “How many can you take?”
“Three,” I whisper, feeling suddenly shy for being so greedy.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” Cruz’s words dust over my shoulder as he nips his way down my neck.
Ash’s grin widens, and he adds another digit, twisting deliciously. “Like this?” He watches me, and I can’t take my eyes off him. His eyes are filled with dark lust and pure pleasure. It’s like he’s getting off on bringing me apart. He’s in no rush to have me suck his cock or screw me, he’s just enjoying stretching me in the most torturous but exquisite way, and I wonder why I waited so damn long to give in to my desire.
“Yes, just like that.” I rock forward, my slippery arousal helping him slide in and out of me with ease. It feels so damn good my body shivers.
Cruz leans in, taking my nipple in his mouth, his teeth grazing over my sensitive flesh before he sucks hard. Hard enough to leave a mark. The combination of his sucking and Ash’s finger-fucking has my body alight and tingling all over. I raise my hips to meet every one of his thrusts, wanting it deeper, harder.
I lock eyes with Ash again. I’m a trembling mess, nothing makes sense anymore. There are just their hands and mouths and… “Oh fuck,” I cry. There is no warning before I shudder and cum in a rush, more turned on than I have ever been.
Fluid covers Ash’s hand as it gushes out of me, but it doesn’t stop him, he keeps pumping into me. “Fuck, princess, you’re so wet.” Hegrins, proud of himself, and I know for sure him bringing me undone is as pleasurable for him as it is for me.
