He reached out and smoothed it for her. “You look beautiful.” He blew out a breath. “Goddamn, Abby, I want to fuck you.”

  Her heart skipped a beat. How was she supposed to respond to that? Honestly, probably. Isn’t this what she wanted? She should tell Mike that’s exactly what she wanted, because she did. Her pussy was wet and aching for his fingers, his mouth, his cock on her and in her.

  “Hey, did you two start without me?”

  She whirled at the sound of Seth’s voice. He stepped out onto the balcony with a waitress in tow. She carried a tray of champagne glasses and a bottle. Seth picked up the bottle and three glasses, then winked at the waitress. “Close the door behind you, Cin.”

  “You bet, Mr. Jacobs.”

  Seth turned to them. “So, what did I miss?” He poured champagne and handed Abby a glass. She reached for it, her hand shaking, and took a long swallow.

  “Not much,” Mike said. “Abby tastes good. At least her mouth does.”

  Oh, God. She was going to go up in flames right here on the balcony. Would the people inside notice the bonfire through the sheer curtains?

  “Is that right?” Seth placed his glass on the ledge and took Abby’s, handing it to Mike. He placed his palm on Abby’s neck. “I think I need to taste, too. May I?”

  Oh yeah. She was going to implode. Right now. But first, she was going to kiss Seth. “Yes. Definitely yes.”

  His kiss was softer than Mike’s. At least at first. Tentative, he applied gentle pressure to her lips, then drew her closer, his fingers encircling the back of her neck, his other arm wrapping around her waist to draw her against his muscled strength. She felt his cock, hard and insistent, rocking against her sex, touching her clit. Explosions went off inside her. When his tongue hit hers, it was like a shock to her system. She whimpered against his mouth, then he groaned into hers, licking at her tongue like he was starving. The sensuality in his kiss was like water to a thirsty woman. She craved it like nothing ever before. Where Mike was abrupt fire and passion, Seth was coaxing and teasing, like climbing a slow stairway to ecstasy. These men were driving her crazy.

  When he stepped back and smiled, Abby held onto the ledge for support. Seth picked up her glass and handed it to her.

  “Now I feel like I caught up,” he said.

  “oh, shit, i’m getting turned on just watching them.” Blair shifted in the corner and turned to Callie, who’s amber-eyed gaze was wide with shock. They let the curtain drop.

  “Girl, you and me both. I’m going to need a double vibrator shot tonight. Is Abby the luckiest woman on earth or what?”

  “I want to know why she isn’t fucking them both right now.”

  Callie rolled her eyes. “Come on, Blair. That’s not Abby’s style, and you know it. She’s not into public sex.” Callie shuddered, wishing it was her out there on the balcony with those two men. The idea of doing it in public view made her so hot she could come right there in the ballroom.

  Blair pursed her lips. “Well, you’re right. But I’d say our girl is well on her way to some serious ménage action tonight.” Blair sighed. “Oh, to be a fly on the wall and be able to watch.”

  Callie felt the room close in around her, heat and her libido firing her up to a near fevered pitch. “So, you like to watch, do you?”

  Blair shrugged. “I can take it or leave it. But who wouldn’t want to see a play-by-play of the kind of fun Abby’s going to have tonight?”

  Callie would sell her soul to watch. Then again, it was a voyeur’s favorite thing to do. And not even her two best friends knew her deep, dark secrets. There were some things a girl just didn’t talk about, even with her friends. But she’d sure as hell fantasize about it tonight and put herself in place of Abby, standing there on that balcony. Only she wouldn’t stop at just a kiss.

  When it came time for fucking, Callie would do it out in full view. Because she didn’t just like to watch other people having sex. She also got off on the thought of having other people watch her.

  “I can’t wait to get the report from Abby after this weekend,” Blair said, picking up a piece of fruit from her plate. “I wonder how kinky Mike and Seth are?”

  “You mean, if they’re into bondage or spankings or anything like that?”

  Blair’s face colored a healthy blush. She shrugged. “Hey, you just never know about some people.”

  Callie smiled. And some people you instinctively knew what turned them on. Like Blair. Who claimed to like being in charge, who walked all over every man she’d ever been involved with. But Callie would bet a million what Blair needed was the right man to spank the dominance right out of her.

  “No,” Callie mused. “You just never know about some people.”

  “so, should we toast to tonight?” mike asked abby, raising his glass.

  Toast? Oh yeah. She was toast all right. Burnt to a crisp already. “Uh, sure.”

  “Here’s to whatever you want, Abby. However you want it,” Seth said.

  “I’ll drink to that,” Mike added.

  “To both of you. Thank you for all of this. I don’t even know what to say.” So she took a long swallow of champagne, hoping for words that could express what she felt. Unfortunately, all she could do was revel in the sight of the two gorgeous men who’d just kissed her, who obviously both wanted her. And she had no clue what the next step should be.

  She thought of Blair and Callie, what they would advise her to do at this moment, and wished they’d rush out here and hold her hand. But they weren’t going to do that. It was time to stand on her own and go for what she wanted. She was an adult, a woman, and she had needs. It was time to lay it out there and see which way the wind would blow.

  “Why don’t you just tell us what you’d like to see happen next,” Seth suggested. “We can hang out here all night. Dance and party with everyone and have a great time.”

  “Or we can slip away and have a private party,” Mike suggested, leaning against the ledge, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye with a smoldering look that singed her insides.

  Seth cleared his throat. “With either one of us, or both of us. Really Abby, the choice is yours.”

  “I think she’s fully aware what her choices are,” Mike countered. “It’s up to Abby to decide what she wants. We’re all adults here, and both Seth and I can handle you making a choice. If you want to be with only one of us, that’s fine. Hey, if you don’t want either of us, that’s fine, too. So, Abby. What do you want?”

  She looked at both of them, so different in so many ways, and knew she’d regret it the rest of her life if she didn’t take what they were offering. “I’m going to be honest here. I’ve never done anything like this before.” She looked down at her shoes, her dress, the persona that so wasn’t her, and felt the tremble of nervousness shaking her from the inside out. If Chad saw her now, racked with indecision, he’d laugh at her.

  Fuck off, Chad. Her head shot up, and she looked them both in the eye. “What I’d really like is to get out of here without too much commotion or attention and spend some time alone. With both of you. Whatever happens after that . . . well, we’ll just take it a moment at a time.”

  Mike lifted a brow and nodded. Seth smiled and said, “Then that’s what we’ll do. Come on, let’s go back to the party for a bit, then we’ll slip out.”

  She sighed in relief and followed them inside, spotted Blair and Callie, and excused herself while they dragged her off to the ladies’ room.

  “Well?” Blair asked as soon as she was sure they were alone in there.

  “I told them I wanted to go off alone with them.” God, she couldn’t believe she’d done it, but she had. She really was going to have a three-way with Mike and Seth.

  Callie squealed. “You are going to have so much fun! And I can’t wait to hear every sordid detail!”

  “Take notes if you have to. You want my pen and some paper?” Blair added.

  Abby rolled her eyes, grateful for her friends’ teasing to diffuse some of the tension frying her nerves. “No thanks. I think I’ll have vivid enough memories to last a lifetime.” Her smile died, and she grabbed their hands. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Can I do this?” She felt queasy.

  “Of course you can,” Blair said. “You need this, and more important, honey, you deserve it. Now, go have some fun and fuck your brains out.”

  Seth watched Abby and her friends retreat to the ladies’ room.

  “They’re going to talk about us, you know,” Mike said.

  “Of course they are.” He looked over at Mike. “You don’t think they’ll try to talk her out of it, do you?”

  Mike laughed. “I doubt it. I saw the grins on her friends’ faces when they were peeking through the drapes while we were out on the balcony. I’d say they were instrumental in getting Abby to agree to this in the first place.”

  “Ah. Well, that’s good.” He kept his eye trained on the bathroom door as if he expected Abby to bolt out of there any second and head for the nearest exit. “How are we going to handle this, anyway?”

  “Same way we’ve done any other woman we’ve shared before.”

  Seth frowned. “Abby’s not like any other woman we’ve shared, Mike. You know that. She’s . . . different.”

  “You’ve got a thing for her, don’t you?”

  “A thing?”

  Mike grinned. “Yeah. A thing. And don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

  “I don’t have a thing for her. I just don’t want to see her get hurt.”

  “I hardly think Abby’s looking at this with any romance blooming in her eyes. She’s looking for some great sex, and that’s it. And she’s so damn tense I’ll bet she could use a couple dozen orgasms. So we’ll give them to her.”

  Now, that thought made him grin. Seth was looking forward to making her come. Over and over again. “That we will.”

  Mike clasped him on the upper shoulder. “So quit worrying about it. We’ll be nice. And gentle. And let her lead. And she’ll have a great time. And when it’s over, it’s over.”

  “You’re right. She knows what she’s doing.”

  “Your place or mine?”

  “I don’t care.” Women sure spent a lot of time in the bathroom together. Were they creating a battle plan? He always wondered what they talked about.

  “Seth. You paying attention?”

  “Huh? Oh. I don’t care. Yours is fine.”

  “Okay. I’m going to say my good-byes and head to the house, get things set up. Why don’t you bring Abby?”

  “I’ll do that. See you in a bit.” He tore his gaze from the women’s restroom door and stepped back to the party. God, he was practically stalking her. Pathetic.

  The last thing he needed was involvement with Abby. Mike was right. When the sex was over, they’d go their separate ways.

  It was better that way. She had her life and was just starting out. He had his, and he wasn’t about to get involved again.

  Fun and fucking. That’s all this was. And the way his cock tightened at the thought of stripping that sinfully tight dress off her body, he was ready for both. Right now.

  when seth pulled into the circular drive in front of the sprawling ranch house, Abby had a moment of panic. Okay, so she might have already worn deep gouges in the leather of Seth’s car. And she might be near hyperventilating from her rapid breathing.

  So maybe her moment of panic had been going on a little longer than just a moment.

  Seth squeezed her hand, capturing her attention.

  “The word no works really well on both Mike and me, Abby. Use it whenever you want tonight, and everything stops.”

  She exhaled and nodded. “I’m sorry. Like I said before, I’ve never done this.”

  He leaned over and kissed her, stealing her breath in an entirely different way. She relaxed against the seat back and gave herself up to the sensations of his lips and his tongue moving against hers, the way he cupped her neck and held her as if he were keeping her safe. Her tension melted.

  “We’ll make it good for you, baby,” he murmured against her lips.

  She shuddered, letting in all the feelings of desire, pushing away any of her second thoughts. She reached up and palmed his cheek, shuddering a sigh. “I know you will.”

  He came around and opened her door, helping her out of the car and escorting her to the front door, which was already open. She stepped inside, awed by the beauty of Mike’s home.

  The tile floor was dark and masculine, so like the man who lived there. Two Irish setters greeted her, and when Seth told them to stay, they stopped and sat obediently.

  “That’s Salt and Pepper,” he said, introducing them.

  Abby petted them both, tangling her fingers in their silken fur. “They’re beautiful.”

  “Hey! Glad to see we didn’t lose you along the road to perdition,” Mike teased as he stepped into the entryway.

  He’d slipped off his jacket and taken off his tie, undoing a couple buttons of his shirt. Dark hair peeked out the top of his shirt, that shadow of fur and skin making her mouth water.

  “Come on and have a seat, and I’ll fix us all a drink. Seth, take off your coat and tie. You look like a stockbroker.”

  Seth snorted. The dogs scurried through a large door flap into the backyard. Abby followed Mike into a spacious living room populated with very comfortable-looking leather couches and chairs, enough stereo equipment to blast out anyone’s eardrums, and a big-screen television mounted on one of the walls. Outside the sliding glass door was a very well lit Olympic-sized swimming pool.

  “It’s beautiful here,” she said, sliding onto one of the couches and slipping off the shoes that were now making her feet throb. She resisted the urge to groan in relief.

  “Thanks. What would you like to drink?”

  “Something with rum would be nice. And soda.”

  “Got it. Seth, turn on some music.”

  Seth put on something slow and jazzy. Abby drew her feet up behind her and nestled comfortably in a corner of the couch, feeling oddly serene. Whatever was going to happen would happen. And it might even be nothing. She had a feeling even if all they did was talk and had a cocktail or two, and then she said she wanted to go home, it would be okay with both of them.

  That was enough to make her relax.

  Mike brought her drink and set it on a coaster on the glass table next to the sofa, then took a seat in the leather chair next to her. Seth plopped down on the middle cushion of the couch and leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and sipped his drink.

  “Has it been the longest damn week on record or what?” he asked.

  “Seems that way,” Mike replied, relaxing back into his chair and stretching his legs out. “I must have done fifteen surgeries this week, and none of them simple ones.” He blew out a long, slow breath.

  Abby watched them both. This all seemed so . . . normal. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected when she walked in here. Instant ravaging, maybe? Certainly not this. She smiled and sipped her drink, feeling more assured about the decision she’d made. They were doing this for her benefit, to relax her, and she knew it.

  “What are your plans now that you’re finished with school, Abby?” Seth asked.

  “Mmm, not sure. Start a practice somewhere.”

  “Oh, break my heart. More competition,” Mike teased.

  “I don’t think you have to worry about me,” Abby said.

  “Famous last words.” Mike drained his glass and pointed to hers as he stood. “Another drink?”

  She took another swallow of her cocktail, then placed it on the table and stood to face Mike. They’d let her do this all night, and she knew it. If something was going to happen, she was going to have to make the first move. “I think we’ve made enough small talk tonight, don’t you?”

  Though her heart was pounding, she turned to Seth and held out her hand. He took it, and she gave it a small tug to get him to stand. Facing them both, she said, “I’m warm, I’m relaxed, and I’d like to finish what the three of us started on the balcony at the club.”

  Now she had their attention in a way that made her mouth water. Seth arched a brow, and Mike cast her a lazy grin.

  Just say it, Abby. Before you lose your nerve. This was her chance to live out every fantasy she’d ever masturbated to.

  “I’d really like it if you’d both undress me.”

  six

  Mike set his glass down and approached her, his half smile making her legs quiver. Seth squeezed her hand. A sign of reassurance? He would do that, wouldn’t he?

  “You sure?” Seth asked.

  “Yes,” she whispered. It was all she was capable of voicing right now.

  Mike moved to her other side and nuzzled her neck, his lips pressing down against her pulse point there. When he licked her, she shivered.

  “Are you wet, Abby?” he murmured against her neck.

  She nodded, her breath catching in her throat.

  “Good. I want your pussy soaked and dripping down your legs.”

  Seth kissed the palm of her hand. “You make me hard just looking at you, watching how your body responds.” He stepped closer, his fingertips blazing a sensual trail up her inner arm. “The way you shiver when you’re touched, the way your pupils dilate so fast.”

  He threaded his arm around her waist, resting his fingers just above her ass. She wanted him to pull her dress up and plunge his fingers inside her. But she didn’t move.

  “How long has it been since you were fucked?” Seth asked.

  “Several years.”

  “Not just fucked. Well-fucked,” Mike added.

  She turned to him, wanting to dive into the darkness of his eyes. “Never.”

  He nodded. “Thought so. That changes tonight.”

  Spasms of untamed desire waved through her belly, Mike’s words promising more than she could ever hope for.

  Seth moved his hand upward, taking his time to skim over the exposed flesh of her back. Abby watched his face, then turned to Mike, enraptured by the looks the two of them gave each other, as if they instinctively knew what to do.