Page 22 of Vegas with my Ex’s Best Friends

Riley exhales slowly.

Then she turns her face into his hand.

Liam brushes her hair back from her face. “You have no idea what you do to us, do you?”

She answers something soft I can't quite hear, but how her eyes flutter half-closed tells me everything.

I'm not supposed to watch this. I should look away, give them that. I keep watching, pulse hammering in my throat.

Ethan hasn't moved from his side of the tub, but his gaze has gone dark and hungry, fixed on Riley's face.

This is the worst decision I've ever made.

I lean forward.

Liam kisses her first, unhurried. His hand slides from her jaw to the nape of her neck, tilting her head exactly how he wants her. Riley melts into it with a soft, needy sound, fingers curling into the hard muscle of his shoulder as if she's been starving for this exact touch. Her lips part for him, and I see the flash of tongue, hear the wet slide of mouths meeting again and again.

She breaks the kiss, breathing hard, and turns those hazel eyes straight to me.

Dark. Dilated. Asking.

The question she doesn't say is written all over her face.

I cross the hot tub in two powerful strokes, water sloshing around us. My hands frame her face, thumbs brushing her cheekbones, and I crush my mouth to hers.

She moans into the kiss, soft at first, then raw and desperate. Her fingers fist tight in my wet hair, tugging hard enough to sting in the best way. I taste champagne and heat on her tongue. She presses flush against me, slick skin and barely-there bikini, her heat pressed tight against every inch of me. My cock throbs against her stomach, trapped between us, and she rocks once, instinctively, pulling a guttural groan from my throat.

Behind her, Ethan's large hand settles possessively at her waist, fingers splaying wide over her ribs. She gasps into my mouth at the new touch.

We don't discuss moving inside but somehow it’s decided.

Liam takes her hand first. I follow. Ethan opens the door.

Inside Riley’s room, the only light comes from the city glowing through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It paints everything in cool blues and golds, turning Riley into something I can't put into words as she stands in the center of the room.

She looks at the three of us—me, Liam, Ethan—taking her time with it. Her chest rises and falls with quick, shallow breaths. The black bikini top clings to her. The bottoms sit low on her hips, the ties begging to be pulled.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

“Okay,” she whispers. “Yes.”

That one word is enough.

Liam steps in first, crowding her gently. His fingers find the tie at her neck and tug. The bikini top falls away with a soft whisper of fabric, revealing full breasts, heavy in his hands, nipples dusky and tight from the cool air and sheer want. He groans low in his throat and bends, sucking one peaked nipple into his hot mouth.

Riley cries out, back arching. Her hands fly up, one tangling in Liam's hair, the other reaching back blindly for me.

I press in behind her immediately, chest to her back, my mouth finding the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. I kiss, lick, then bite gently, savoring how she shudders against me. Her ass grinds back against my aching cock, and I hiss through my teeth, gripping her hips to hold her steady.

“Andrew,” she breathes.

Not the way she says anyone else's name. Like she misses me. Like she shouldn't.

I turn her face to the side and kiss her again, deep and slow, while Liam works his way down her body. His tongue traces the underside of her breast, then lower, over the soft plane of her stomach, dipping into her navel. Ethan steps in from the front, tilting her chin up with two fingers and claiming her mouth the second I release it. His kiss is thorough, possessive, one broad palm sliding up to cup her bare breast, thumb circling where Liam's mouth just was.

She's trembling between us now, legs unsteady, soft whimpers and gasps spilling from her lips every time one of us touches a new spot.

We guide her to the bed without breaking contact. Hands everywhere. Mouths finding skin. Wet kisses and ragged breathing and her need building for all of us.