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  Then Jesse, Jude and Brody headed backstage to talk to the band, leaving the three of us alone again, Con standing watch by the wall.

  I was relieved as hell that no one else had come by. At least, no one I knew. Because the less people I knew who saw me on a date with two men, maybe the less weird it would feel.

  It did feel weird, though not exactly uncomfortable. More like exciting weird.

  And totally fucking hot.

  As I sat here between them, my pussy throbbed incessantly. My nipples had gone perpetually hard. I couldn’t get over the thrill of knowing I might have them both. At the same time.

  That maybe they were both thinking about it, right now.

  Two incredibly hot men want to get me into bed…

  I just tried to focus on that, and not on the rest of it. Like the thing about them going on tour, and whatever happened between the three of us having an expiry date on it.

  In reality, that was probably all negotiable. Logically, I knew that.

  My jaded heart just had a bit of trouble letting it go.

  But I did manage to let it go. For now.

  The DJ cranked up some old-school Guns N’ Roses, though the sex-fueled grind of “Anything Goes” wasn’t quite as loud as the live band’s music. I was just about to ask Dylan what he thought of the band—you know, to distract from the fact that I was dying of nerves and excitement and the anticipation of whatever was about to go down between the three of us. But just as I turned to him, Ashley reached behind me and tapped him on the shoulder. The two of them leaned in behind me and started talking. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, and it was definitely fucking killing me.

  Were they talking about me??

  I’d already told myself I was just gonna sit here and drink my beer, try not to sweat right through Laura’s pink sweater, and wait for them to take the lead. I’d be careful not to get plastered in the meantime, but I’d wait. No matter how long it took.

  But I was curious as hell about how this was gonna work. Like did they need to negotiate who was going to have me in what position?

  Or who was going to fuck me first?

  The more I thought about it, the hotter I got, until my pussy was pretty much screaming at me over Axl Rose’s vocals, begging for attention. Shit, were we still on the same song? Felt like a half-hour had passed since the band had finished playing. And the heat of Dylan’s long, steely drummer’s thigh pressed against mine wasn’t helping my growing arousal. Neither was the warm, strong hand that Ashley placed on my other thigh.

  They were still talking.

  Maybe they were just talking about the band. Or the weather.

  They didn’t necessarily have to be talking about me, right? Just because they had a woman between them whom they were probably planning to fuck before the night was through, they could have other things to talk about, right?

  Shit. I was starting to lose it.

  My clit was pulsing and my nipples were diamond-hard and I could feel my whole body getting flushed. Why did I wear this stupid sweater? It was so fucking hot in here.

  I took a swig of my cool beer and struggled to pace myself in every way. If I got too worked up here, I was probably gonna come the second I saw them both naked.

  Oh. My. God.

  My brain fucking melted at that thought.

  Dylan. Ashley. Naked. Right in front of me. So close, I could touch them both…

  Okay. Deep breath.

  I really needed to calm the fuck down. This was no big deal. No. Big. Deal.

  I’d already had sex with Ashley, right?

  Hot, hawt sex.

  Fuck.

  It’s just sex, I kept telling myself. You’ve had sex with a man, plenty of times. You can have sex with two.

  What’s the difference?

  But there was a difference.

  There was a big, huge, giant difference.

  Starting with the fact that both of them had now put a hand on my leg under the table. Ashley’s on my left thigh, and now Dylan’s on my right.

  I was going to die. Of a heart attack.

  Right now.

  Apparently, they were finally done talking. As they settled into their seats and drank their beer, I pretended to be absorbed in people-watching. But of course, the only two people I was interested in were right here. With their hands on me.

  I was just gonna go ahead and assume, from the way his hand started traveling up my thigh, that Ashley knew exactly what Dylan and I talked about at the restaurant. That after my initial freak out and storm out, we’d discussed the very real possibility of them both putting their dicks in me.

  Tonight.

  In the end, I’d told Dylan I’d think about it.

  But I was more than thinking about it.

  I wanted it.

  Right fucking now.

  Like could we move this along, please? How could I let them know I wanted to find the nearest bed and go nuts, without actually standing up and yanking them both toward the nearest exit?

  Sexual telepathy?

  I glanced at Ashley, and his blue eyes locked on mine. He didn’t smirk. He didn’t say a thing. He didn’t show any sign of what was going on under the table, other than the way his gaze dropped—and stripped off my pink sweater.

  Then I felt Dylan’s hand sliding up my other thigh…

  Brain melt.

  My pussy clenched in response. My nipples sang. I squeezed my beer bottle so tight in my hands I thought it might break.

  There was a moment, as they both reached between my legs, that I knew their hands brushed. That they had to know they were both touching me.

  And neither one of them stopped.

  Ashley’s fingers delved down, down between my legs, caressing the crotch of my tight jeans.

  Dylan’s fingertips brushed over my clit.

  Amazing, what you could feel through denim…

  I felt their heat. The gentle rhythm of Ashley’s fingers stroking up and down. The slow, lazy circles Dylan started drawing over my clit.

  I shifted in my seat, hanging onto my composure by a slippery thread. I wanted to spread my legs, but I couldn’t; I just pressed my thighs against theirs, trapped between them.

  I wanted them to tear off my pants and shove their faces where their hands were right now and lick me into next Tuesday.

  Holy. Shit.

  How was a woman supposed to handle this?

  I didn’t think my heart had ever beaten so hard. Was it safe for your heart to beat this hard? So hard, it felt like it was hammering against my rib cage. My whole body was thudding with the force of it.

  Ashley was still watching me as he sipped his beer. He set it down, never taking his eyes off of mine.

  I looked at Dylan. His eyes were hooded. His face was so close to mine, his gaze focused on me, like I was all he could see in the room.

  Then his gaze dropped to my lips. And I really couldn’t take it anymore.

  Screw letting them take the lead…

  I leaned in and kissed him.

  Dylan

  I wasn’t expecting that first kiss.

  I wasn’t expecting Amber to instigate it. But more than that, I wasn’t expecting to want it this much. To want her this much…

  But as her sweet mouth pressed against mine, then she hesitated, her lips parting on a fragile intake of breath… I wanted Ash to share her with me. Now.

  I wanted him to see what I was gonna do to her.

  I wanted him to watch.

  I wanted into her. Fucking badly.

  My dick was already painfully hard in my jeans.

  She was thinking about pulling away from me, though. I knew she was. Chickening out…

  But fuck that.

  I slipped my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her to me, and slid my tongue inside her mouth.

  Ash

  She kissed him first.

  That’s all I could process, all I could see as I worked my hand between Amber’s legs, as I watched
Dylan kiss her back.

  And yes, I’d fucked her first. But she’d never kissed me while I did it.

  I’d kissed her, once. That first kiss, before I went down on her. Before we fucked. But while we fucked, she’d never kissed me again.

  As I watched them kiss, it was all I could think about:

  She kissed him first.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Amber

  After we left the bar, it was all a bit of a blur.

  Not that I was drunk. At least, not on booze. Despite the three glasses of wine at the restaurant and the two beers at the bar, I was remarkably, sensationally sober. Hyperaware of everything that was going on, to the point that I could hardly keep track of it all. The hands on my body. The mouths on my skin.

  The three of us took a cab back to Ashley’s place. It was a small, modern one-bedroom condo on the eleventh floor of a tower, overlooking downtown, and I barely registered how we got there other than the fact that I was pressed in-between Ashley and Dylan in the back of the taxi while I made out with both of them.

  Dylan paid the cab driver while Ashley led me into the building, and then the three of us were in the elevator, making out again. I was sucking face with Dylan and Ashley had his hands on my ass, his hard body pressed up against mine. My heart was racing and my body was on fire. I wanted them to tear off every shred of my clothes so they could touch me more… to hell with the fact that we were in an elevator. But even once we’d all piled through the door into Ashley’s condo, they didn’t do that. Not right away.

  Ashley took a step back, drawing away from me. He looked like he wanted to eat me alive, but instead he clicked on a couple of lamps and tossed his keys on a table and looked at Dylan. Dylan dropped my backpack, and we all lost our jackets and shoes. Then Dylan hooked one of his long, strong arms around me and pulled me up against him. I could feel his hard-on pressing into my stomach as he kissed me until my head spun… as his warm tongue invaded my mouth and swept against mine in an increasingly-hungry rhythm that left us both breathless.

  Then they undressed me, together.

  Wrapped up in Dylan’s kisses, I was very suddenly naked, standing between the two of them in Ashley’s living room. I didn’t even have the wherewithal to feel self-conscious, even though both of them were still fully clothed—because Dylan just kept kissing me and Ashley kept running his hands all over my body… squeezing my ass… lightly pinching my nipples… sending shivers of lust through me.

  Then Dylan pulled me with him down the short hallway and into Ashley’s bedroom. Ashley followed, turning on the lamp by the bed. When I looked over at him, he was stripping off his shirt, exposing his tight abs and the tattoos that ran across his sculpted chest and down his side, right into his jeans.

  His eyes were on me as he undid his jeans and started sliding them off.

  And I wanted them both naked. Now.

  I helped Dylan peel off his sweater and the T-shirt beneath. I drifted my hands over his sculpted chest, his washboard abs, feeling him for the first time, as he slid his hands up over my hips and waist. His thick pecs tensed beneath my touch. His skin was smooth and silky, hot beneath my fingertips.

  I leaned in, flicking my tongue lightly over his taut nipple.

  He groaned in response and buried his hands in my hair, as my heart beat erratically in my chest.

  Then I glanced down and drifted my fingers over his jeans. I felt the stiff package of his cock pressing against the denim, flexing under my touch.

  Ashley pressed up behind me, his chest brushing against the backs of my shoulders. I felt the soft fabric of his briefs, his stiff erection jabbing against the base of my spine. A shiver tore through me as he put his hands on my hips, holding me still, and pressed himself against me. He started kissing my neck just as Dylan cupped my breasts, and I moaned.

  Dylan’s eyes were on my mouth as Ashley feasted on my neck. Dylan ran this thumbs over my hard nipples, and I bit my lip at the rush of pleasure. I was trying to unbutton his jeans with shaking fingers; I was so aroused, I was shaking all over, my breathing rough and uneven. I managed to peel his jeans open and shoved them down his thighs.

  He stepped out of them, but before I could wrap my hand around his cock like I wanted to, Ashley turned me around to face him. He tipped my chin up with his knuckle and kissed me.

  And his mouth felt new to me. Even with all the sex we’d had last night, we’d barely kissed on the mouth. Just that one time, before all the sex. It wasn’t intentional, more of a consequence of the positions we’d been doing it in. I didn’t even realize it until now, as I tasted his mouth, his soft lips… as the kiss deepened and I felt the piercing in his tongue. I was so lost in his kiss, as the smooth steel ball, warm from his mouth, sent tingles running all through me, I almost didn’t register that Dylan had dropped to his knees behind me… Until he grabbed my hips and tilted them, lifting my ass toward his face.

  I felt his warm breath on my skin…

  He laid his big, warm hands on my cheeks and spread me open. Then his tongue stroked deep between my legs as he started eating me out. His incredibly long, skillful tongue.

  Oh… my… God.

  Someone made a desperate little moaning sound. Pretty sure it was me.

  “Yeah, Amber… Fuck, she tastes good…” Dylan mumbled, in a lust-hazed, blissed-out voice, as he made out with my pussy. Passionately.

  Was there, indeed, a God?

  And had I done something to make Him or Her spectacularly happy?

  Because that was the only explanation I could think of for what was happening to me right now.

  I kissed Ashley harder, deeper, grabbing his face and pulling him to me. His hands slid up to my breasts and squeezed, his hot body pressing against mine, his long, hard dick digging into my stomach. I was moaning, groaning uncontrollably into his mouth as Dylan lapped my clit. He gripped my ass harder, his fingers digging into me, and sucked on my pussy until I was dripping wet, even as Ashley plundered my mouth.

  I was in the middle of the most erotic experience I’d ever had—maybe ever would have—and my head was reeling. The whole room seemed to be spinning.

  I clung to Ashley, certain I would fall over if I didn’t. There seemed to be no blood in my legs. My knees felt wobbly and I was breathing in shuddering, shaking breaths, gasping for oxygen in-between kisses… and I never, ever wanted it to end.

  But then it did end.

  Dylan kissed his way up my butt cheek with warm, sucking kisses, then drifted his tongue up my spine as he stood. He brushed my hair off the back of my neck with his knuckles, sending tingles straight to my clit, and started kissing my neck. Then he placed his hands on my waist and pressed himself up against my backside. I felt his balls, firm and heavy, pressed right up against the base of my spine, and his long, hard cock…

  He was bare.

  He’d lost his underwear and was now naked, pushed up against me. I groaned into Ashley’s kisses. Dylan’s tongue did some crazy thing to the base of my neck, right where it met my shoulder, and I shuddered as he licked me, my body overflowing with want. I was so hot, pressed between them, I was sweating. My hands shook as I dug them into Ashley’s hair… as his hand ran down my body and in-between my legs.

  He drifted his fingertip over my clit, drawing a couple of tight, teasing circles, then slid his finger deeper… and right up inside me.

  I was sopping wet, and he growled into my mouth as he started fucking me with his finger.

  Then he slid a second finger inside me, and a third. I gasped as he stretched me, clawing at his shoulders to keep from collapsing as I broke our kiss. I threw my head back, against Dylan’s chest, and he pressed his lips to my temple. He was holding me up now; he’d slipped one arm around my waist and held me as Ashley screwed me with his fingers.

  And holy shit… was that his pinky? Where the hell was that going—?

  “Oh, God…” I pushed up onto my toes as Ashley shoved a fourth finger inside me. He fucked me with his w
hole hand except his thumb, which was massaging my clit, as I twisted and writhed in Dylan’s arms.

  “Dylan’s big,” Ashley breathed in my ear—and my brain blew apart. I couldn’t scrape my thoughts off the insides of my skull to pull together any kind of coherent reaction, except… Holy. Fucking. Hell.

  Dylan was going to fuck me.

  And Ashley was getting me ready for it.

  Because apparently, Dylan had a huge cock—bigger, even, than I’d thought?—and my head was gonna explode.

  I felt Dylan shift behind me, drawing me towards the bed as Ashley’s fingers suddenly slid away. I didn’t remember walking there, or my feet hitting the ground. I somehow remained upright, but the two of them took me there, laying me out in the middle of the bed. I was dimly aware that Dylan was rolling on a condom as Ashley kissed his way down my body. Then Dylan was moving in, prowling in like the leopard he was, the muscles in his shoulders working as he crawled up over me, and Ashley shifted aside.

  I glanced down. I saw Dylan’s cock, hard and ready. And yes, he was huge, but I couldn’t even process that. All I could think about was pulling him to me so I could feel all his gorgeous, smooth skin against mine. I wanted to be smothered by his heat, his smell…

  Then Ashley drifted his fingers lightly down my arm—and I closed my eyes, suddenly overwhelmed. I wrapped my legs around Dylan’s hips as he lowered himself over me. Ashley’s hand continued down and then he lifted my hand, drawing it toward him. He lay my hand on his cock. I felt his hard shaft, steely and silky and hot under my palm.

  “Open your eyes, Amber.”

  I heard Dylan’s voice, so close above me, felt his breath on my face, but it took me a moment to process his words. When my eyes drifted open, he was there, his green-gold eyes locked on mine.

  And I almost couldn’t take it.

  I drew a shaky breath.

  I glanced down at my hand in Ashley’s lap. He was stretched out beside us, tilted a bit on his hip to face us and settled back against the pillows. Watching.

  I wrapped my hand around his cock, feeling how hard he was as he pulsed in my grip… as Dylan ran the head of his cock down between my legs and pleasure rushed through me. Dylan’s cock felt slippery against my pussy from my own wetness, and he groaned a little in the back of his throat. I shifted beneath him, undulating my hips, unable to keep still. Fucking dying for him to fuck me—and put an end to this overwhelming want.