Dylan tilted his head, playful curiosity in his eyes. “Just one?”
I nodded. “The story you started to tell last night … about the threesome. You never finished it.”
Jase’s gaze darkened. “Do you want all the details?”
Before I could respond, Dylan leaned in, his lips brushing my ear, and whispered, “I have a better idea.”
I closed my eyes, and let out a breath. “What’s that?”
“We could show you.” He pressed a gentle kiss to my neck, sending another tremor through me.
My eyes widened. “Here?”
Jase smirked. “Not unless you want to make headlines.”
I shook my head. “Probably better to go somewhere with fewer witnesses.”
I led them across the grass and into the house, hoping no one saw me ditching the party.
They followed me up the stairs without a word, our footsteps on the hardwood the only sound in that part of the house. Once inside my room, I closed the door behind us and leaned against it, my pulse thundering in my ears.
Dylan moved first. His hand slid along my jaw, tilting my face up to his before he kissed me. It was nothing like the teasing kisses from the night before. This was deeper and more intense. As his tongue brushed mine, my legs grew unsteady.
Jase came up beside me and trailed his fingers down my side, leaving goosebumps blooming across my skin.
“I told Dylan you’d prefer a firsthand experience over story time.” His lips skimmed the shell of my ear as he spoke.
I pulled back and managed a shaky laugh. “So you two have been planning this behind my back?”
Dylan’s mouth curved into a wicked smile. “Princess, you’re all we’ve been able to talk about since we met you last night.”
Jase moved to look me in the eyes. “Obviously, we want you, but there’s no pressure or expectations. You say stop, and we stop. What you want is the most important thing.”
From anyone else, especially the fuck boys I was used to, I would’ve written that off as just another line meant to get me out of my clothes. But with Dylan and Jase, it seemed they were really making the moment all about me, and not because of my name or what being seen with me might do for their reputations. And that was something I hadn’t felt in a long time.
“I want this,” I stated. “I want you. Both of you.”
Dylan’s breath brushed my neck. “That’s what we wanted to hear.” He eased me away from the door, guiding me farther into my bedroom. The sheer curtains billowed in the breeze from the cracked window. His fingertips traced the strap of my dress. “Can I?”
I nodded.
He lowered one, then the other. Behind me, I felt Jase slide the zipper down. The bodice loosened, and, eventually, the whole garment fell away, pooling at my feet. The cool ocean air on my bare skin made my nipples tighten under the lace of my bra.
Dylan’s mouth brushed mine again, slower this time, and I could taste a hint of beer on his tongue. His hands slid into my hair, and I fisted the front of his shirt with one hand. With my other hand, I reached behind me to hold onto Jase as his lips found a sensitive spot on the base of my neck.
“Need you on the bed,” Jase murmured.
The three of us stumbled to the edge of the mattress. Dylan sat first, then pulled me between his legs, his hands gripping my waist. Jase stayed behind me, his palms skating up my stomach until he cupped my breasts.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Jase said, his thumbs grazing my nipples.
My back arched, and I closed my eyes.
“You like his hands on you, Princess?” Dylan asked, his fingers toying with the waistband of my lace thong.
“Maybe.” I glanced at the man sitting in front of me, then looked over my shoulder. “Wait a second. Why am I the only one who’s lost any clothes?”
Dylan smirked. “You want a show?”
