God, what she did to him. “I know. And I will. Later.”

  Mike withdrew, too, and Seth stood, pulling Abby upright. “Don’t want you to get too tired or get your back in a spasm. We have all night.”

  He pulled her against him and kissed her, driving his tongue inside to taste where his cock had just been. She tasted like rum and like him. Her nipples rubbed against his chest, the hard points teasing his flesh. He cupped them, rubbing his thumbs over her distended nipples, forcing himself to break the contact of their kiss just so he could watch her eyes when he teased the buds. She gasped when he rolled them between his fingers. He used her response as a guide. She liked a little more pressure, a little harder pinching.

  She was so responsive with her sighs, her moans, her facial expressions, telling him without words what wasn’t enough and what was too much.

  He was going to give her whatever she wanted. And even what she didn’t yet know she wanted. But right now he wanted inside her tight little pussy, wanted to seat himself in her heat and feel her wet cunt surrounding him. He lifted one of Abby’s legs, fitting it over his hip.

  Mike had left the room. Seth didn’t know where he’d gone. Frankly, he didn’t care, wanted to take however much time he had with Abby alone. He fit his cock against her pussy, rubbing it against her clit, watching how her eyes glazed over. She twined her arms around his neck and lifted up, sliding her pussy over his shaft and impaled herself on him.

  “Christ,” he murmured when he felt how tight she was inside. She pulsed, gripped him, and began to move up and down over him. He held her leg, squeezed her ass with his other hand, and powered upward, wanting to bury himself deep inside her. And he loved watching her, the look on her face. She captured her bottom lip between her teeth, concentrating as if she were holding back her own orgasm as she held tight onto his shoulders and leaned back. Now he could watch the movement of her breasts, see her clit each time she lifted off him. Her pussy was swollen, wet, the aroma of her arousal permeating the air around them. Her body was bathed in the soft light of the room, flushed pink with the heat of her movements. Her hair was tousled around her face, her lips swollen from sucking and kissing him. She was panting, little gasps escaping her lips as she rode his cock. With every thrust he made, she moaned deep in the back of her throat.

  “Come for me, Abby.”

  He wanted this time just for the two of them, without Mike in the room, wanted to have this experience alone. Selfish, he knew, but he didn’t care. A sense of urgency built within him, a need to have this moment with her.

  He reached between them and stroked her clit—fuck, she was so wet—he rubbed her juices over the nub with gentle motions. Her eyes widened, her mouth opened, and she had a pained look of sheer ecstasy on her face. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he powered his cock harder, faster, feeling the walls of her cunt squeezing him, her sweet liquids pouring over his balls.

  “Come on, baby,” he whispered. “Do it for me. Come on my cock.”

  She trembled, ground her pussy against his pelvis, and cried out. He felt the contractions surrounding him and held back as long as he could. He wanted to watch her face as she came. And she did, tilting her head back and screaming as she orgasmed, raking her nails across his shoulders and down his arms. He held onto her tight, then let go himself, groaning as he jettisoned hot spurts of come into her. He pulled her upright, burying his face in her neck as he shuddered through the force of his climax.

  Seth opened his eyes. Mike stood in the doorway, his cock in his hand, stroking it as he watched them.

  “Nice show.”

  Seth withdrew, and turned Abby around to face Mike. “Sorry,” he said, though there was no sincerity in the word. “I couldn’t wait.”

  Mike shrugged and pushed off from the doorway. “Don’t blame you. If I had Abby to myself for a few minutes, I wouldn’t have waited for you, either. Besides, I enjoy watching.”

  Still shaking from the aftereffects of the stunning orgasm she’d had with Seth, Abby stared warily at Mike, wondering if he was angry that he hadn’t been included. She’d been so focused on Seth she hadn’t even noticed he’d left the room.

  But he didn’t look upset, his mouth crooked in a half smile. His cock certainly didn’t look offended as he walked toward her unashamedly naked and erect. He stopped in front of her, slipped his hand behind her neck, and pulled her face to his, slipping his tongue inside her mouth.

  Warm, wet, possessive, as if he were claiming her away from Seth. He devoured her lips in a tantalizing kiss that made her pussy pulse with desire again. She didn’t think it was possible to feel desire so soon after the climax she’d just had, but just like that, she was ready to go. When Mike pulled back, she was breathing heavily, her nipples pebbled into tight points. He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, his blue eyes dark like an approaching storm, yet his voice was soft, as if he were keeping a tight rein on his own need.

  “There’s plenty of time for us to come together tonight, Abby. No jealousy here, so don’t sweat it, okay?”

  “Okay.” She relaxed the tension in her shoulders and grasped the hand he offered.

  “Let’s take a little break. How about a soak in the hot tub?”

  Grateful for a moment to gather her composure, she nodded. “That sounds wonderful.” She craned her neck around to see if Seth was following.

  “I’ll be there in a minute,” he said but stood at the doorway and watched as she and Mike stepped outside.

  A high wooden fence surrounded Mike’s yard, and there were no nearby neighbors, so it wasn’t like anyone could see them. Yet, it was odd to be outside stark naked. How incredibly liberating.

  The night air was still very warm, and he lived far enough out of town that the lights of the city didn’t obscure the view of the stars overhead. It was truly a magical evening. The hot tub was built up on a ledge overlooking the pool, a cascading waterfall spilling over the top of the various oversize rocks into the pool below. Rather than just a basic pool/tub combo, it looked like an oasis, with palm trees, bushes, and birds of paradise adjacent to the water. A canopy of white latticed arbors filled the rest of the yard behind the pool, with dark pink bougainvillea highlighted by in-ground spotlights.

  “It’s beautiful out here.”

  “Thanks,” he said, leading her up a smooth path toward the tub. “I tend to do a lot of activities outside, since most of my days are spent inside at the clinic. Took me awhile to put all this in.”

  “You built all this yourself?”

  He shrugged as he stepped into the tub and held both her hands while she maneuvered over the edge and slipped her feet in. The water was perfect.

  “Contractors helped out with the pool and tub, but I designed it all. Did all the landscaping and arbor myself.”

  As she settled into the water up to her neck, she kept her gaze focused on him. “I’m . . . surprised.”

  “Why?”

  “You just don’t seem the type.”

  He laughed. “To do what? Build anything with my hands? Do landscaping? What?”

  “I don’t know. I didn’t mean it like that.” She realized then that she’d probably just insulted him. What I meant was you’re rich, successful, and gorgeous. Surely you just work at the clinic during the day and go out at night, pick up women, and fuck your brains out. It’s not like you’d do anything useful with your off time. Ugh. Sometimes she wondered where she stored all her supposed brains.

  “Oh, you just thought I was pretty and useless.”

  Her eyes widened, and she was about to launch into an apology when she realized he was laughing.

  “I really didn’t mean it as an insult. Honestly.”

  He stretched his arms out on the ledge outside the hot tub. “I know you didn’t. Because of my looks, most people think all I do is go out and party and fuck. Hey, guys get stereotyped just as much as women do.”

  She’d never thought of that. People probably assumed a lot about Mike Nottingham. She knew she had. Then again, she still felt there was much she didn’t know about him, that he held back parts of himself. It wasn’t like he was an open book. Maybe that was part of his appeal. Women loved to uncover a mystery, and an enigmatic man was intriguing as hell. Then again, most women probably didn’t get past his gorgeous looks, mesmerizing eyes, and killer body. She was probably guilty of the same, though she’d been lucky enough to work beside him for almost a year. At least she knew a little about him beyond the physical, knew he was smart and kind and funny.

  And still, she knew very little about him.

  Or about Seth, for that matter.

  Yet she’d already fucked both of them.

  Then again, did she really need to have an extensive bio on them to have sex them? Men never cared about a woman’s background before they took her to bed. Why did she care? She knew they were both responsible and successful. She knew they were honorable and trustworthy. At least so far.

  The sex had been phenomenal to this point. She had nothing to complain about.

  “You’re smiling.”

  She looked up at Seth, who had managed to sneak up on her while she was lost in thought. “I am?”

  “Yeah, you are. A contented smile.” He slipped into the hot tub next to her. “I hope that’s a sign you’re having a good time.”

  “I am. A very good time.”

  “Relaxed now that you’ve had a little breather?” Mike asked.

  She glanced over at him. “Yes. Very. Thank you both for tonight. It’s been . . . beyond my wildest expectations.”

  Mike arched a brow. “And what are your expectations, Abby?”

  “I don’t have any,” she blurted.

  “You mean you don’t have fantasies? Come on. Everyone has them.”

  She shrugged, feeling heat suffuse her face and knowing it didn’t come from the warm water. She looked down at the frothy bubbles skimming the surface. “Maybe.”

  Mike tipped her chin and forced her gaze to his. “I hardly think you’d be shy with us now. I fantasize all the time.”

  “You do?”

  “Hell yeah. Gets me through an otherwise routine day. And I know Seth has them, too, don’t you?”

  She looked to Seth, who nodded.

  “What normal guy doesn’t think about sex every free moment he has?” Seth admitted.

  She laughed. “I suppose that’s true. Women do, too. My friends and I talk about sex a lot.” If Mike and Seth only knew about the reason she was here . . . about the bet she and Blair and Callie had made . . .

  “Tell us what you’ve fantasized about when you think about having two men, Abby.” Seth reached behind him and pulled down a fresh glass of champagne, handing it to her. She took a sip, the cool liquid a sharp contrast to the heat within the Jacuzzi.

  “Oh, I don’t think I can do that.” A sudden attack of shyness constricted her throat. Discussing fantasies with her girlfriends was one thing. Telling her deepest, darkest nighttime desires to two men was another. She couldn’t do it. No way.

  “How can we make all your dreams come true if we don’t know what they are?” Mike reached for one of the glasses of champagne, his gaze intent as he took a long, slow, sip.

  “I . . . can’t.” She stared down into her glass, rimming the edge with her fingertip.

  “Because you touch yourself when you think about them? Because you think no one’s supposed to know about them but you?” Mike asked.

  God, he was insistent. And his voice—so sexy, demanding, so incredibly arousing. She looked up at him, and it was almost painful the way he seemed to probe the inner recesses of her mind. He was too much for her. Way too much.

  “Abby.”

  She turned her head at the sound of Seth’s voice, grateful to be pulled away from the intensity of Mike’s probing look.

  “Don’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with. But honestly, I’d love to know what turns you on, what gets you hot and wet. We both would.”

  Something about Seth—she didn’t know if it was the way he put things into words or just the way he talked to her—made her feel more comfortable about revealing parts of herself. Even her fantasies.

  But not all the questions had to be answered by her, either. It was time to turn the tables a little.

  “What turns you on, Seth?” She scooted to the other side of the hot tub so she now faced them both. “And you, Mike? I’d like to know what the two of you fantasize about. Tell me about the ménages you’ve experienced together.”

  Mike’s lip curled as if he knew what she was doing. “I get turned on watching a woman’s excitement. Watching you come, for example. When you were with Seth in there, riding his cock. The way you threw your head back, abandoning yourself to the sensation. When you let go like that and came . . . now, that was hot. That’s what I fantasized about you. That the all-business, prim-and-proper Abby Lawson would just let loose and go wild when she was fucked.” He tipped the glass and took another long swallow of his champagne, as if talking about the things that excited him were so easy for him.

  She wished it were as easy for her.

  “Mike and I have only done a few three-ways; mostly they just happened because we were all drunk and ended up in bed together. Nothing really planned out. Nothing like this, with you,” Seth said.

  Lifting a brow, she asked, “You two have a plan with me?”

  Seth laughed lightly. “Not really a plan. Just a desire to please you.”

  “Well, you’ve done that.”

  “Oh, we’ve just started, Abby,” Mike added, moving to the center of the tub and standing. “Have you ever had your pussy licked by two men at the same time?”

  Again, her throat went dry, and she fought to swallow past the giant boulder that had suddenly appeared there. She shook her head.

  “Let’s dry off and go inside.” Mike turned and stepped out, grabbing robes off a hook on the wall right behind the hot tub. He reached for her hand and hauled her out of the tub, slipping one of the long cotton robes over her. Seth stepped out behind her and grabbed the champagne bottle, Mike took their glasses, and they headed into the house.

  Mutely, Abby followed, wondering what new adventures they had in store for her. Anticipation doubled the warmth of her body, heightening the sensation of her nipples rubbing against the soft cotton robe.

  Mike led her down a dimly lit long hallway toward a set of double doors that opened into a spacious master bedroom with a monumentally large king-size bed as the focal point of the room. White plantation shutters made the room seem bright despite the lateness of the evening, and the matching white slatted bed and wardrobe made the room appear even lighter.

  “How many people sleep in that thing?” she asked, staring in awe at the bed, then realized what she’d just said.

  Idiot.

  But Mike laughed. “No sleepovers. Just me. I sprawl.”

  Thank God he wasn’t easily offended.

  “Sorry. It’s so big.”

  “Most women only say that about my dick,” Mike teased.

  Abby burst out laughing.

  “Plenty of room for all three of us, then,” Seth said, coming up behind her and moving the collar of the robe aside to plant a kiss between her neck and shoulder. She shivered, her nipples tightening.

  Mike came toward her, untying the robe and opening it to slide his hands around her waist. “You warm enough?”

  She nodded, and he pushed the robe all the way off, then took her hands in his and led her to the bed, turning her around so the back of her knees were pressed against the edge of the mattress.

  “Right here. I want you to be able to watch.”

  Watch what?

  Seth stepped up next to Mike, and then she didn’t think about questions as they both dropped their robes, allowing her to drink her fill of their bodies.

  Side by side, they were a study in contrasts. Mike was taller and leaner. Seth was more muscular. Mike’s cock was longer, Seth’s was thicker. Mike’s entire aura was one of dangerous excitement, whereas Seth had a sensual allure she found incredibly appealing.

  Which one would she choose? If she actually had a choice, which she knew she didn’t. An interesting question, though.

  They both reached for her at the same time, and she couldn’t resist the tiny gasp that escaped her lips at the first touch of their hands on her breasts.

  Seth paused. “Something wrong?”

  “No. God, no. Touch me, please.”

  It was so incredibly erotic to have them both smoothing their hands over her skin, to not know where they were going to touch her next. It was a sensual examination from head to toe, an intimate exploration of every inch of her body. Seth brushed her hair aside to press a kiss to the nape of her neck, while Mike rubbed the pad of his thumb over her nipples. Seth skimmed a hand down her arm, then over her hip, and Mike traced a barely felt line down her belly with the tip of one finger.

  An explosion of sensation was going off inside her. Hands, mouths, everywhere on her body, kissing her ear, licking her nipple, caressing her back, cupping her pussy. She moaned, and Mike took her mouth, plunging his tongue inside at the same time a finger—whose finger she didn’t even know—slid inside her cunt, pumping with slow and deliberate strokes. She felt the flood of warm wetness slide out of her, the pulsing need of arousal as it built like a rising flame in her belly.

  “Spread your legs apart, Abby,” Seth whispered in her ear, then slid down her body, kneeling in front of her.

  “Watch,” Mike said as he pulled his mouth away from hers, then kissed his way down over her breasts, licking her nipples, her stomach, and lower, until he, too, positioned himself on his knees, shoulder to shoulder with Seth.

  “Oh, God.” She reached for the tall white post at one end of the bed and held onto it as Mike leaned his head between her legs, his tongue snaking out to take a long, slow lick around her distended clit. The heat and moisture as he drove along her sensitive tissues nearly buckled her, but she grasped the post and held on, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched what he did to her.

  He lapped her like a kitten licking milk, drawing lazy circles around her clit. Oh yes, that was exactly how she liked it. Just as she felt the spirals of taut ecstasy surrounding her, he leaned back, and Seth moved in, his mouth covering her mound completely, sucking her clit between his teeth. The sensation was so different from what Mike had done, so erotic to see him suckling her clit like that.