Chapter Two
“Say the words and you don’t have to, baby girl,” she heard Grant say, his voice so low and thick it made her squeeze her thighs tightly together, anything to alleviate the ache between them.There’s no way this is real life, right? Was she really going to do this?
She glanced back at Van, who remained as he was, his fingers still loosely draped over his mouth as he stared at her, his dark green eyes intense. He nodded, too.
“Say the words, baby girl. We need to know this is what you want,” Grant growled close to her ear again. A breathy moan slipped out of her lips before she could stop it. “But know that once you say those words, you’re ours.”
She nodded, taking a shuddering breath in. “Yes.”
“Say it,” Grant growled, his teeth clenched tightly. His fingers tightened on the nape of her neck, making her arch her neck slightly. “Now, Hope.”
“I want you both,” she breathed, her lips inches away from his at this point. “That’s my wish.”
Van stood then, his front pressed close against her right side, though he didn’t touch her. “You want to be shared, little one?”His breath ghosted over the side of her face, and she nodded. “You want us to fuck you at the same time?”
Holy shit, hearing him say the words…“Yes, please,” she breathed, heat rushing to her cheeks. She glanced around the bar nervously.
“Have you been shared before, butterfly?” Grant asked from her left.
“No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Do you… do you do this often?”
Grant’s fingers squeezed the back of her neck lightly. “A few times.”
“Are you two a couple?” Hope asked then, her brows pulling together, her voice rising slightly.
Van chuckled, and the sound of it was smooth as melting butter. “No, little one. We’re not in a relationship, and we don’t cross swords. We just like to share from time to time.”
“Do you want to get out of here, Hope?” Grant asked then, his fingers flexing on the back of her neck.
“Yes,” Hope said without hesitation.
“Good girl,” Grant murmured so low she could barely hear him, and she damn near melted into a puddle in her seat. He extended his hand to her, and she stood on trembling legs. Her dress had ridden up on her thighs and she tugged it down.
“Jesus, I knew you were stunning, but this dress…”
Hope blushed to the roots of her blonde hair. It had been a splurge for her birthday, a skintight bodycon dress that highlighted the narrowness of her waist and the full curves of her breasts and wide hips. The deep amethyst purple complimented her pale skin, blonde hair, and China blue eyes. The neckline cut diagonally across her chest, from the top of one shoulder to below her arm on the opposite side, leaving one arm completely bare.
She knew her size eighteen figure was soft and round. She had a big ass and thick thighs that were besties, a fact that Tony had never failed to remind her of in his clueless sort of way… but the way these two men were staring at her, as if she was the most beautiful thing they’d ever seen, with heat and lust in their eyes… she exalted in it. Tony had never looked at her like that, but she understood nowwhy... Shoving the thoughts away, she stared up at them both, reveling in this moment of being desired and wanted.
Grant’s hand came up and his fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face toward his. “Fuck, I’m going to tear this dress off of you with my teeth,” Grant whispered darkly, and she clenched her thighs tightly together as wet heat pooled there at the filthy words. “Tonight, we’re going to make you come with our tongues, our fingers, and our cocks, baby girl. Are you ready for that?”
Oh God.“Yes.”
“Good, let’s go.”
Chapter Three
Grant paid for the drinks—hers included, of course, such a gentleman—then the three of them made their way through the hotel bar to the lobby toward the bank of elevators. Pressing the button, they waited for just moments before the doors slid open. Van had taken her hand in his as they walked, the warmth of his fingers wrapped around hers sending sparks up her arm and straight into her middle. Using her hand, he directed her into the elevator before them. The doors closed behind them and Hope gasped when Grant’s hand closed around her throat. His fingers pressed on one side of her jaw while his thumb dug in on the other, tilting her face up toward his as he lowered his mouth to hers in a searing, open mouthed kiss.Oh fuck. Yes.
Her fingers tightened around Van’s, still clasped together, and then she felt him step behind her, pressing his front to her back.
“Fuck you smell so good, little one,” Van groaned from behind her, his other hand sinking into her hair at the back of her head, tugging back lightly, arching her neck and pushing her mouth more firmly against Grant’s. Grant was thickly built with a set of impossibly wide shoulders that she was desperateto put her thighs on. He was thick but the waist of his navy-blue shirt was tucked neatly into his slacks, showcasing a chest and abdomen that were heavily muscled beneath a layer of softness around his middle. His arms were thick with muscle as they strained against the fabric of his shirt. He was built like one of those guys from a strong-man competition. The kind that carried boulders, tossed entire tree trunks, dragged semi-trucks… He was justbig.
Van towered over her from behind. He was tall and lean and strong, with a litheness like a basketball player. She wanted to climb him like a goddamn tree.
The elevator dinged and she panted as Grant released her mouth from the bruising kiss. She was so wet she was aching. Van’s hand in her hair disappeared as Grant led her from the elevator and she felt the loss of his touch in her soul.
“Which room?” Grant asked thickly.
