Jake and I had joked about that on the way to the suite. He’d beaten me, though, with his three-times-a-charm hand-jobs today.

  As for me, I’d taken two solo flights in the shower.

  Because I knew Lily.

  Knew my woman like I knew my own mind. She’d be buzzed in seconds on touch alone. And she was—practically vibrating beneath our hands already. She was primed, and I had a feeling she’d lose track of Os tonight.

  Could there be a better outcome than that?

  That was why it was a damn good thing I’d gotten a couple of mine out of my system already.

  I hooked a finger under her chin, met her eyes, and returned to her question. “You want to know what I told him about you?”

  “Yes.”

  I leaned in and took a kiss, claiming her lips, sucking on her tongue. Sending a message.

  As I broke the kiss, I said, “I told him your kisses belong to me, and me only. Got that?”

  She nodded, breathing out hard.

  “Say it out loud. Say it so we both know,” I said, my gaze locked with hers.

  “My kisses are only for you,” she said, then parted her lips, asking for another.

  I growled, bending close, taking another, then one more. She was so damn irresistible.

  When we separated, I ran my finger along her jawline. “I told him your breasts feel spectacular, and you love to have your nipples played with.”

  She shuddered. “I do.”

  “Show him. Show him how much you love that,” I instructed.

  She glanced at Jake behind her, kissing her back. “Take my bra off, Jake.”

  My best friend obliged, unhooking the white lace and letting it fall. Clenching my fists, I fought off my own desire to cup those beauties. She wanted both of us, and it was his turn.

  We shifted, and I moved behind her, caressing her back, blazing a path of kisses down her skin as he came around and played with her breasts.

  Lily groaned, stretching and arching, making the sexiest, neediest sounds.

  “Oh,” she whispered, and every territorial instinct in me snapped to attention. Was she about to say his name in pleasure? I’d hate hearing her say another man’s name unbidden.

  But his name didn’t follow. Instead, a command did.

  “Lick them. Suck them, Jake.”

  I smiled like the dirty bastard I was. Hearing his name from her like that didn’t bother me. Surprisingly, it turned me on more, because it was her.

  This was how she was. Who she was. A woman who took control of her body and her desires. A woman who reveled in them.

  “Yes, so good,” she moaned.

  There was no room for jealousy or possession tonight—only pleasure.

  He bent his head to her breasts, sucking on her rosy nipples, as I moved down her body, tugging at the top of her lace panties.

  She wriggled against my hands, and I leaned closer, licking a path across the edge of the lace then tugging it down, exposing the top of her cheeks.

  “I love that, Finn. Love it so much.”

  My name on her lips made my skin sizzle.

  Her breathing turned faster, her pants intensifying. As I glanced up, I saw my best friend’s face buried in the valley of her gorgeous globes.

  The moment was beyond surreal.

  I ought to be a towering inferno of jealousy.

  I wasn’t at all.

  I was hard as stone, my bones humming with lust as Lily’s noises told me what she needed, as her sounds floated into my ears.

  Just as I was about to tell her what I wanted to do to her, she took the reins once more.

  “I need to see both of you,” she said. “I need you naked.”

  What the woman wanted, the woman would get.

  10

  Lily

  This was how I imagined it.

  I was lying on top of the covers on the king-size bed, wearing only my soaked panties, my stockings, and my heels.

  And my men were shedding their clothes for me. Ties came unknotted. Shirts were unbuttoned.

  Pants unzipped.

  My right hand raced down my waist, on a fast track for the ache between my legs. Lazily, I stroked the wet panel of my panties as they kicked off their pants.

  I breathed the longest sigh of satisfaction in my life as they stood in boxer briefs at the foot of the bed.

  “Show me what I’ve done to you,” I instructed, and it was exhilarating. It was intoxicating to issue those commands in this moment.

  Finn stripped first, his hard shaft jutting out, familiar and gorgeous. He gripped the base, stroking it once, showing me a drop of liquid at the head.

  My hips arched, and my mouth watered.

  My eyes drifted to Jake, who took off his briefs, his impressive length greeting me with a full salute.

  Thick, long, and pink. I’d guess about eight inches. Just like Finn’s. Just the way I liked it.

  I licked my lips.

  Jake grinned and gave his length a long, teasing stroke. “You like what you see? Your eyes say you do.”

  Shuddering, I nodded, my fingers picking up the pace.

  Jake’s gaze snapped to my legs. “Your fingers are talking, too.”

  I let out a long moan. “Touch yourselves,” I told them. Because holy hell—this moment was at the top of my fantasies. Two carved bodies, two beautiful men, two proud erections.

  Two libidos trained on me.

  Finn stroked himself again, and Jake did the same, and I nearly exploded. It was so intensely sexy that I could barely take the swirl of desire in my body.

  They were both so manly, so dirty, and they were going to be inside me tonight.

  I dragged my finger along my panties, desperate for release. I looked at Finn. “Please go down on me. I need to come. Need to come so badly.”

  “Enough said,” my man replied, and in one swift move, he was on the bed, peeling off my panties and burying his face between my legs. Instantly, I arched off the mattress, my back bowing, my body gripped by pleasure.

  Closing my eyes, I gave in to the wicked sensation of his mouth consuming me. Finn had gone down on me countless times, hundreds of times. Who knew how many? But this felt different. This felt like a devouring. He was consuming me. Eating me, drinking me, lapping me up.

  I writhed, gripping his head, then when I opened my eyes, they slid to Jake, who’d moved to the side of the bed. He stood next to me, staring with hooded eyes, his gaze intense as he stroked himself faster and faster.

  “That’s not fair,” I pouted.

  Finn looked up but didn’t stop lavishing attention on my aching center.

  Jake lifted a brow. “What’s not fair?”

  “You touching yourself when it could be me.”

  Out of the corner of my vision, I noticed Finn’s eyes twinkle with naughty satisfaction. I lifted my hand, beckoning Jake closer, then I wrapped my palm around his shaft.

  He was hot to the touch, the skin so smooth over the hard steel of him. He shuddered as I touched him, then pumped into me as I stroked faster, tightening my hand into a fist.

  Finn sped up, too, and I wasn’t going to last long. I was close, so close. My muscles tightened, my belly coiling, a signal that I was about to enter the promised land.

  Finn spread his palms across my thighs, opening me wider as he devoured me with a fierce and wild sort of determination. As for Jake, he moaned and rocked into my fist. A bead of liquid formed at the head, and I swiped my thumb over it, then brought my thumb to my lips, licking it off.

  Jake groaned. “That’s so hot.”

  “You taste good,” I told him, and I opened my mouth. “Let me taste more of you.”

  Jake moved one knee to the bed, gripping the headboard with his other hand, and offered me his shaft. I rose up on my elbows, ready to take him in as Finn lashed me with his tongue and consumed me with his mouth.

  But I was gripped by a wave of pleasure so powerful, so exquisite, that I couldn’t think.

  Could only cry out in bliss.

  My body was awash in ecstasy as my climax stole over me, surprising me as it crashed the party early.

  But I let it, dear God, I let it as Jake took over for me, gripping himself near my face as I gave in, sinking back onto the covers, thrashing and screaming as I came harder than I expected.

  I moaned, sighing deeply as Finn rose up, wiped a hand across his mouth, then met my gaze. His eyes were wild, heated. He looked like he had a wicked secret.

  He turned to Jake, whose hand had slowed to a lazy rhythm. “Have I told you how good she tastes?”

  Jake’s grin was wry, his voice deadpan. “No, man. You haven’t mentioned that.”

  “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

  11

  Jake

  He didn’t lie.

  He didn’t exaggerate.

  She tasted like honey and salt.

  Like hot, dirty dreams and sugar.

  She tasted like a woman who knew her desires.

  She was soaked from the juices of her own climax that had ripped through her less than a minute ago.

  And I had to picture kittens and ducks and baby chicks, because holy shit, I wanted to jack myself as I licked her.

  Especially when I looked up and saw her taking Finn deep. My eyes nearly popped.

  Like a ravenous woman, she sucked him deep. He kneeled beside her, his palms splayed on the headboard, thrusting into her mouth while I ate her.

  My absolute favorite thing to eat. My favorite appetizer, my favorite meal, and my favorite dessert in the whole damn world.

  And a perfect chance to work on getting her ready for the main event.

  As she wrapped her legs around my neck, her heels digging into my back, I rubbed my fingers against her wet folds.

  She arched, rocking her hips, letting me know with her body that she liked the direction.

  “Yeah, you’re such a good bad girl,” Finn said as he worked her mouth.

  She was so sensual. And so slippery. I slid my finger all the way in and was rewarded with another lift of her hips. I added another finger, and she bucked against me.

  “You’re so good at taking me deep. You make me want to fill your mouth with my come,” he said.

  And I felt her pulse against my lips, felt her thighs tighten against my face. She liked those naughty words. Correction: she loved them, judging from the way her beautiful diamond of a clit hardened further as he talked dirty to her.

  “But I’m not going to let you taste me, baby. You know why?”

  She shook her head as I removed my fingers. They were wet enough for my mission.

  “Because you have to come again first. Because I bet Jake wants to know how you taste when you come all over his face,” he said.

  Finn and I hadn’t scripted this. We didn’t plan this out. But I knew what I was doing right now, and Finn did, too. We were playing her body like a cello. We were making her hit the high notes. We were maestros conducting the orchestra of her desire, and it was better than I’d imagined.

  I’d never sought out to do this. I hadn’t asked for this. But the invitation had been too tempting to pass up, and was I ever glad I RSVP’d.

  Because not only was I turned on beyond words, I was learning things about myself too.

  Learning how very much I like this role. I liked playing a part in fantasies. I wanted to discover new ones every day. I was an omnivore in the bedroom, and tonight reminded me of how much there was to consume.

  And to send to new heights.

  Especially with a woman like this. Who wanted us both at the same time. There was one surefire way to make her sing.

  I pressed the tip of my finger against her ass. She tensed briefly, but then her knees fell open. Her legs spread wide, inviting me to enter her ass as I licked her. I pushed my finger all the way in.

  Finn must have pulled out of her mouth at that moment, almost as if we had coordinated it, because Lily shrieked, like the room was on fire. “Coming, oh God, I’m coming.”

  She came all over my lips, my mouth, my tongue. She came like a champion, and I wanted to give her a gold medal. And myself, too, because I didn’t even have to think about ducks or kittens. I was so focused on her pleasure that I didn’t think about staving off my own. And I let myself savor every second of her O.

  Her second one seemed stronger than the first.

  I resisted thumping my chest. There was no place for that here.

  There was only room for more.

  12

  Lily

  Theoretically, I should have been sated.

  Two insane, toe-curling, sheet-gripping Os ought to have been enough to make me grin, stretch, and linger in the afterglow.

  And I was glowing.

  I was absolutely shining from the sheer intensity of the climaxes these men had wrung from my body, one right after the other.

  But I wasn’t sated.

  I was ravenous. A hot, wet mess, and greedy for more.

  Tonight was a door opened to a new land. A place with more pleasure, more desire than I’d ever felt before. A place where I was discovering myself. I was unearthing the truth of who I was and who I could be. I could be the professional, the vixen, and the friend.

  I was all these people in one body, one mind.

  And I loved this acceptance.

  That was its own euphoria.

  The awareness.

  The knowledge.

  The insight.

  I was finding out all sorts of information about Lily Whiting, and I was so very good with all my boundaries being pushed.

  Finn leaned down and kissed my mouth, but he wasn’t claiming my lips this time. This kiss was tender, and it came with a question. “You ready for the next part, baby?”

  A whoosh of tingles rushed down my body. “Yes. So ready.”

  “We need to make sure. Need to get this perfect body one hundred percent primed,” he said softly as he ran his palm over my belly. Jake joined in with gentle ministrations, skimming his palms over my thighs, touching me tenderly.

  “Let’s take these shoes off,” Jake murmured, then removed each heel, setting them on the carpeted floor.

  “Leave the stockings on,” I said, because there was nothing sexier than stockings only.

  He smirked. “Of course.”

  Both men settled onto the bed, Finn facing me, Jake moving behind me. Finn reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand, handing it to his best friend.

  “Her ass is so spectacular, you’re going to need to numb your dick so you don’t embarrass yourself,” Finn said.

  I felt Jake laugh against my back and mutter, “You’re such an asshole.”

  And I smiled, loving that the two of them could shift so easily from sex gods serving me to buddies who ribbed each other.

  It was another sign that this wouldn’t change us. Any of us. We could be the same.

  I danced my fingertips down Finn’s chest. “How are you doing?”

  Finn gazed at me, his eyes intense. “I’m fantastic. How are you doing, baby?”

  “Amazing,” I whispered.

  “Better than your dreams?” His fingers grazed my belly, as the sound of the top of the lube bottle flicking open landed on my ears.

  I nodded. “Better than all my fantasies. Better than anything.”

  He kissed my nose, murmuring, “Good. Let’s make it the best night ever, then.”

  Jake tapped on my hip. “Move your knee up, Lil.”

  I shifted my leg, hooking it over Finn’s hip as my fiancé’s hand traveled between my legs. Groaning, Finn stroked his fingers along my wet center, while Jake curled a hand over my rear.

  I shivered from the twin sensations. Then I moaned as Finn’s fingers glided into me. “She loves being fingered,” he told Jake, and my shiver turned to a full-body shudder as Finn went there again. Talking over me. Talking about me.

  Turned out, I craved that. I relished being not just the object of their physical attention, but the center of their conversation.

  “I know that now,” Jake said wryly. Then in a gruff, knowing tone, he added, “She squirmed like a goddamn champion when my fingers were in her before.”

  Finn seemed to bite back a groan, and I tensed briefly. Had Jake crossed the line by talking about me like he knew my wants, my needs, my desires?

  The answer came in a hot, possessive kiss, as Finn hooked his fingers inside me. But Finn didn’t kiss me angrily. He kissed me fiercely, making the line clear.

  I was his; he was mine.

  “Get her ready,” he growled, barely breaking the kiss to issue a command to his best friend.

  For tonight, I was theirs.

  Jake pressed a finger against me, then once more, he pushed inside. I gasped and then groaned at the intrusion, at the fullness.

  This was only the beginning. I’d have to take so much more than fingers. But my God, it felt electric, both of them inside me, both of them making me wetter.

  Closing my eyes, I surrendered to the sensations, to the heavy ache inside, the ache they were both filling.

  The press of their bodies against me was exquisite. Finn and his hard muscles pressed against my breasts, my belly, my legs. Jake and his equally firm, strong body sealed to my back, my ass, my thighs.

  I was sandwiched between them, attention lavished on me by these men.

  And it was my turn again to call the shots. I opened my eyes, swallowed, and said something I’d only imagined in my filthiest fantasies. “Will you both please take me now?”

  Finn’s grin was the stuff of wicked legends.

  Slowly, they removed their fingers, and Jake stole away for a moment. The faucet ran in the bathroom as I climbed on Finn, straddling him.

  We hadn’t mapped this out either—this position. But I knew it would be the best one. I’d watched enough, seen plenty.

  I settled over him, gripping his gorgeous shaft in my hand and gazing into his eyes. “Hey,” I whispered.

  “Hey, you.”

  With eyes for him only, I added, “I love you so damn much.”

  He reached up, cupping my cheek, then slid a hand to curl around my head. He pulled me close for a searing kiss, then whispered, “I know, baby. I know.” When he let go, his eyes glanced down with a purposeful glint in them. “Now get on me.”