"Yeah, but I'm still gonna fight you."
"Counting on it."
I heard them move, the sounds more frantic, more needy, just—more.
And I needed to see.
I stepped into the opening, nearly gasping at the sight before me.
Men. Skin. Muscles. Sweat. Beauty.
They were beautiful. So damn beautiful it hurt to look at them. Their bodies were muscular perfection. The warm glow of the lamp in the room highlighted the plains and dips of their bodies.
They were naked, their clothes scattered about. Drake straddled Dane, their hands and mouths all over each other.
"You gonna watch or join in?"
I jolted, eyes flying to see Dane watching at me over Drake's shoulder.
I opened my mouth, unsure how to answer.
"What?" Drake asked, shooting me a look that was pure devilry. "Cock got your tongue?"
"In," the word was a bare whisper.
They both froze.
"Say it again," Dane demanded.
"In." I cleared my throat. “I want to join you. Both of you.”
They moved, Drake rolling off Dane, both surging to their feet. They strode to me, cocks proud and heavy. My mouth watered with the possibility. I wanted—
Everything.
Their hands landed on me, stripping my clothes from my body. Dressed only in the soft lamplight, I stood before them, wondering if they cared about the curves and abundance of my body. I'd always been overly curvy. Hips and ass, breasts and belly. My mother encouraged me to embrace my beauty, taught me to dress for it, and raised me up knowing that every woman is a goddess and beautiful in her own way.
It didn't stop the small seed of doubt sprouting as they gazed at my naked skin.
"Beautiful," Drake whispered reverently.
"Worth every fucking second of the long wait," Dane agreed.
My hands fluttered, needing something to hold on to, needing something to keep me grounded.
"Here, baby," Drake whispered, getting close. He picked up my hand, placing it across his chest. On my other side, Dane did the same.
Under my palms, I felt their hearts beat. The reassuring heat of their bodies warmed my hands, wrapping me in a fog of neediness.
"You ready, baby?" Dane asked, his voice low and soft.
I tilted my face toward him, offering a small smile. "Yes."
My words untethered the leash holding them back. As one, they reached for me, hands grazing my skin.
"Kiss her," Drake barked out, his head descending to my breast.
Dane chuckled, pulling me a step closer to him, fingers weaving in my hair.
