Maybe we haven’t stumbled upon her by accident.
Maybe she was meant to find us.
11
ROXIE
This isn’t happening. There’s no way this is happening. There’s no way I’m kissing one gorgeous guy who makes my heart race while one of his best friends is holding my hand and the other is watching.
I would’ve thought I was dreaming, but Chance’s lips are too real on mine, too impossibly soft and insistent. Dillon’s thumb draws circles in my palm firmly, his grip too strong to be a figment of my imagination.
And Boone’s eyes? God, I can feel them burning into us. He hasn’t stopped watching. Not for a second.
As it sinks in that this is actually happening, I moan into Chance’s mouth and slide my fingers into the thick blonde hair at the back of his head. I fist the strands to hold him to me, desperately not wanting this moment to end, and he lets out a throaty groan that makes me tingle in all the right ways.
Chance’s kiss now is nothing like yesterday’s. There’s no more caution or restraint. He bands an arm around my hips and pullsme clean off the couch, using his grip on me to guide me straight onto his lap.
I go willingly, the deep, exploratory strokes of his tongue lighting hundreds of tiny fires in my body.
A moment later, before I can even comprehend what’s about to happen, I feel someone slot in behind me, kneeling between my back and the end of the couch. Although Chance doesn’t break the kiss, the citrusy scent that wafts through the air on my next inhale tells me it’s Dillon.
He presses his front to my back, lowering his lips to my neck and pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to my skin. Just like that, my brain checks out and hands over the wheel to my body.
Suddenly thrust into one of my wildest fantasies, I feel Dillon’s hard length against the small of my back. Even through all the layers of fabric between us, I can tell his cock would match the rest of him.
With the firm heat of Chance’s chest pressed against mine and Dillon’s warmth at my back, I don’t think there is any way this could get any better.
Then I hear Boone’s voice cut through my lust-drunk haze. “Chance, get her shirt off and lay her down. Dillon, come help me move this table.”
Oh. My. God. That tone? Yes, please. I’ll take more of that.
I’d had a feeling Boone was the bossy, dominant type, but actually hearing him in action? If my panties hadn’t already been wet, they’d have been completely drenched by now.
There’s an edge of authority to his voice, a harsh undertone that makes it sound like the snap of a command. I loved it. I am sohere for that, but the way the guys follow his orders was just as hot.
Although I hear a quiet groan from Dillon before the heat of him disappears from my back, both of them act without question. There’s a soft scrape as they move the heavy wooden coffee table onto the tile, then Chance slides out from underneath me and lays me down on the carpet in front of the fireplace. I hear whispers from Dillon and Boone, but Chance’s lips are back on mine, making it impossible to make out what the others are saying. He doesn’t climb on top of me, but his tongue is stroking mine with purpose, driving me wild as I imagine what that might feel like between my legs.
As he kisses me, I feel his fingers slide underneath the hem of my long-sleeved tee as he pulls it up. I arch my back so the fabric can slide between my back and the rug, then the shirt is gone and I’m lying here in my bra.
While Chance licks into my mouth, a large, hot palm runs up my side.
It takes me a beat to realize it’s Dillon’s hand cupping my ribs. He strokes a fingertip between my breasts and my back arches, my nipples desperately seeking contact.
“Give her what she wants,” Boone grinds out, a moment before I feel him kneel between my feet. He spreads my legs at the ankles to make space for himself, then his huge hands run along my calves. “Now, Dillon.”
“Just getting to know her,” Dillon murmurs, breathless, his fingers sliding into the cups of my bra and pinching each of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
I jerk at the sudden sensation, a loud moan sliding out of me and straight into Chance’s mouth. My hips start rolling unconsciously but with Boone between my legs, I couldn’t keep them clenched together anymore.
“Relax, Rox,” he murmurs with his lips against my skin, his teeth and tongue nipping and kissing the insides of my thighs. “I’ll get there soon. Just relax for me, for us, baby.”
I try to do what he says, that authoritative tone almost managing to command my body, but I can’t stop writhing. My jeans suddenly feel two sizes too tight, my clit pulsing like a beacon.
Chance releases my mouth and takes over from Dillon on my nipples, reaching behind my back to unhook my bra. He tosses it aside. An inferno smolders behind those hazel eyes when he meets my gaze for a heartbeat before Dillon claims my lips in a bruising kiss.
My hand wraps around his nape while the other reaches for something. Just something to hold on to when it feels like I’m about to start levitating with need.
I hear a low, rough groan before I realize my hand is in Chance’s lap, my fingers curling around something suspiciously hard and girthy. He doesn’t move my hand away, though.
