But anticipation only heightened the experience, right?
And they stared at me like I was as good as naked.
I toyed with the hem of my pajamas, giving one final second of doubt to what I was about to do. It was risky. But you had to bet big to win big, I reckoned.
When I skated the fabric up my thigh, drawing a hiss from Landon as he adjusted himself on the bed, Max growled.
I purred like a black cat about to make him curse my name. “Bad boys don’t get to play.”
He shared a quick look with Landon before refocusing on me. As soon as he did, I pulled my sleep shirt over my head.
“Bad boys have to watch.”
Chapter Two
So…Maybe I did not think that through.
Whipping my shirt off in front of two half-naked guys who damn sure wanted me as much as I wanted them? Not the best plan if I wanted to take it slow so that neither of them spooked at the idea of sharing my bed with their mortal enemy.
But fuck it. Couldn’t change the past, right?
My sleep shirt was on the floor across the room. That was so…far. Way too far to grab it, put it back on, and talk about this like mature adults first.
Better to just forge ahead and deal with the fallout later.
They’d figure it out.
That sounded logical, so I went with it. Sliding my hands up Landon’s thighs, I didn’t take my eyes off Max. Mostly to be a tease. A little bit to make sure he didn’t bolt from the second he realized my plan to torture him.
But I checked in on Landon, too.
Right before I palmed his cock, I met his heavy-lidded gaze and got the go-ahead I needed. He stretched his arms and rested them behind his head. Eyes locked on my lips like he knewexactlywhat was coming next.
Hm. Maybe he had a point about my nightmares and horny coping strategies.
I’d file that away on the ever-growing list for my therapist. Because, right then, I wasn’t overthinking or second-guessing it.
All I wanted to do wasfeel.
When I hooked my fingers into Landon’s waistband, he lifted his hips. I tugged his sweatpants down, freeing his cock and taking it in my hand. Stroking slowly up the length, I spoke without thinking. “I missed you.”
“Fuck. I missed you, too.”
With his eyes closed, Landon responded automatically, not realizing I’d been talking to his dick like a bona fide sex fiend. The raw emotion in his voice kept me from clarifying.Again.
As I worked my hand up and down, I glanced at Max. That mix of fury and lust had returned to his eyes, and he kept them trained on me. His lips parted when I leaned toward Landon’s cock, pressing a kiss to the tip and swirling my tongue over the head.
Landon’s hips jerked slightly.
“Ohh,” I crooned. “My good boy wants to come, doesn’t he?”
Max snorted. “Good boy, my ass.”
Landon’s thigh tensed beneath my left hand.
I shot Max a look for bringing up old wounds. “That’s why you’re in time-out, Max Dread. Now, hush.”
His eyebrows rose, but he smirked as he pushed to sit up. Leaning back against the headboard, he waved a hand. Daring me to go through with it. His smug attitude implied he didn’t think I’d do it.
