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  “You guys are missing out,” she teased, gesturing to the bowl on the table. “Seriously, take some ice and put it down your shirt. It feels like heaven.”

  Carson chuckled. “Can’t speak for Garrett, but I’m having more fun watching you.”

  Shelby made an irritated sound and pulled her hand out of her cleavage. The ice had melted, and her fingers were wet. Garrett wanted to lean forward and lick the moisture off with his tongue. And when he finished licking her fingers, he’d tear that shirt off her body and lick everything beneath it. And then…then he’d get down on his knees, lift that skirt up to her waist and lick under there too…

  Quickly averting his gaze, he clenched his fists, stunned to realize he was unbelievably close to coming. He’d almost blown his fricking load, in his pants, without so much as touching Shelby.

  The woman was far more dangerous than he’d ever suspected.

  “Look how nice it feels…”

  He slowly uncurled his fingers and lifted his head just in time to see…yup, Shelby was running an ice cube along Carson’s jaw line.

  Garrett watched as she leaned in closer and traced Carson’s mouth with the ice. The lucky bastard was enjoying every second of it and Garrett didn’t blame him. He’d be pretty happy too if Shelby had her fingers on his mouth. Which raised the question—would he be getting a turn? Because damn, he really, really wanted one. But she seemed pretty content teasing Carson to oblivion, and then she leaned even closer and…

  Kissed him.

  She was kissing his best friend.

  And Garrett, fucking strangely enough, was as turned on as he was envious. He couldn’t help himself, couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of Shelby’s mouth pressed against Carson’s. Her tongue sliding between his friend’s lips and delving into his mouth. The soft moan she gave when their tongues met.

  Shockwaves of heat pulsed in Garrett’s groin.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  What was happening? He’d wanted this woman for an entire year, and here she was, kissing his buddy. Kissing, and running her fingers through Carson’s hair, and…was he imagining it or had she just slid her other hand onto Carson’s lap?

  “Whoa,” Carson muttered, and Garrett knew he hadn’t imagined it.

  Shelby did indeed have her hand on his friend’s crotch.

  “What are you doing?” Carson asked hoarsely.

  Good question.

  Shelby withdrew her hand and leaned back in her chair, but Garrett saw the hint of a smile tugging at her lush lips.

  “I’m going to be honest,” she finally said, shifting her gaze between the two men. “I think we should go upstairs to my apartment. All three of us.”

  Carson’s head swiveled in Garrett’s direction.

  Garrett kept his gaze on Shelby. “Are you serious?” he squeezed out.

  “Oh yeah.” She demurely clasped her hands together on her lap.

  “But…why?”

  Her smile transformed into a naughty grin, ocean-blue eyes sparkling with desire and amusement. “Because I want to.”

  Because she wanted to. It was such a simple, no-nonsense answer, and yet Garrett couldn’t wrap his brain around it. Who was this wild-eyed vixen and what had she done with his sweet, freckle-faced Shelby? Shelby, the woman who baked cakes for a living, who actually cared enough to ask him how his day was, who could brighten up his world with just one small smile.

  He’d spent the last year getting to know her, holding off on asking her out because he didn’t want to make it seem like all he wanted to do was jump her bones. And now here she was, flat-out offering to jump his bones, along with the bones of his closest friend.

  Part of him was troubled. Worried that he might’ve gotten her all wrong, that she was only looking for a good time like all the other women he’d been with.

  But another part of him, the turned on part, was dying to go upstairs with her. So what if she wanted Carson to tag along? Garrett had craved this woman for so long that at this point he was willing to do anything to get her. Take what you can get, his body was telling him. His head, too, seemed to be in agreement, pointing out that the offer wasn’t likely to stay on the table for long. A few more moments of hesitation and she’d probably kick him out and choose to go upstairs with Carson instead. Just Carson.

  “Let’s do it, then.” The words came out before he could stop them, and once he’d thrown them out there he couldn’t take them back. His legs were unusually shaky as he stood, but he managed to keep a composed front. Glancing at Carson, he added, “You up for it?”

  His buddy looked surprised, shooting him a look that said, Are you sure about this, man?

  It was actually kind of nice that Carson would request permission. Carson Scott was the type of guy who did what he wanted, when he wanted it, but when it came to his friends he was oddly considerate. Since Garrett hadn’t made his feelings for Shelby a secret, it wasn’t surprising that Carson would respect them.

  He knew all he had to do was give an imperceptible shake of the head and Carson would hightail it outta there, but if he telepathically ordered Carson to get lost, would Shelby still want him? Or was a threesome a prerequisite for tonight’s fantasy?

  He looked over at Shelby, whose arousal was clearly written all over her flushed face, and realized the answers to either of those questions didn’t matter. He was going to take what he could get. One on one, two on one, it didn’t fucking matter. Not as long as he got to be with this woman.

  And so he offered Carson a small nod of reassurance, because really, if a kinky ménage was what Shelby Harper had in mind, then that was exactly what he’d give her.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Garrett and Carson were actually coming upstairs with her.

  So they could have sex.

  So the three of them could have sex.

  She hadn’t thought they’d actually agree to it. Garrett had almost fallen out of his chair when she’d suggested it. For a moment she’d even thought he’d get up and walk out the door. But whatever reluctance he might have felt had faded the second he’d stood and said let’s do it.

  Thank God for the tequila swimming around in her blood, that’s for sure. She wasn’t drunk by any means, but the slow burn of the alcohol and the lightness inside her head definitely made it easier to climb up the narrow staircase leading to her apartment. She didn’t dare turn to look at Garrett, who was directly behind her, his breath warming the back of her neck.

  She almost jumped two feet in the air when she felt his lips brush her ear. His voice was gruff as he said, “Sure you want to do this?”

  They reached the door and she pushed it open, walking inside the dark living room without answering the question.

  Did she want to do this? Should she back out, tell them it had been the tequila talking and that no, she had no intention of getting naked with them?

  She stopped, leaned against the wall and stared at the two men who’d followed her inside, both gorgeous in their own right. Garrett, with his dark hair and rugged good looks. Carson, fair and blond with his chiseled GQ-model face.

  She could ask them to leave, claim this was a mistake, but her body’s reaction to them made it hard to open her mouth and say the words. God, what was wrong with her? Her nipples were as hard as icicles, her panties were soaked, and every cell in her body begged for the chance to be taken by these two sex gods. Two hard bodies pressed against her, two pairs of hands touching her, two mouths kissing her, two cocks—

  “Shel?” Garrett prompted.

  She swallowed. It was unbelievably hot in the apartment, making it hard to breathe, let alone think. Open a window, that’s what she needed to do. Or turn on the fan sitting on the coffee table. But she couldn’t bring herself to move. Her pussy was throbbing, her clit so painfully swollen she had to squeeze her thighs together before she keeled over.

  “So how do you want to do this?” she burst out.

  There, she’d finally said something. Which
meant she couldn’t back down now, because the something she’d said pretty much made it obvious she intended to do this. And jeez, did that throaty femme fatale voice actually belong to her?

  “It’d help if you took off your clothes,” Carson returned with a sexy chuckle.

  Garrett said nothing, but his piercing brown eyes were narrowed with arousal, as well as another emotion she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She wished he would come over and kiss her. She already knew what Carson’s kiss tasted like. Slow, teasing, languid. Would Garrett’s lips feel as soft against hers? Would he be gentle? Or would his kiss be rough, greedy?

  Suddenly she couldn’t wait to find out, but since they obviously expected her to get naked before they touched her, Shelby reached for the hem of her tank and pulled the thin material up and over her head. Her bra was practically pasted to her body, drops of sweat already forming between her breasts. Her fingers shook as she unhooked the front clasp and shrugged the lacy bra off her shoulders.

  Neither man said a word, but their eyes widened with approval at the sight of her bare breasts. The palpable appreciation jumpstarted her confidence, and her hands were no longer trembling when she gripped the elastic waistband of her flowing skirt and took that off too. The thong came off next, and then she was naked and on display for the two sexiest guys she’d ever encountered.

  Carson’s soft whistle broke through the silence. “Jesus, Shelby,” he hissed out. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

  Heat spilled over her cheeks. Both men were completely dressed, and there she was, standing in front of them without a stitch of clothing so they could openly admire her. And under their scrutiny, her nipples tightened, her breasts grew heavy and a rush of moisture pooled between her legs. Maybe it made her the slut of the century, but she couldn’t wait to get started.

  Evidently Garrett felt the same urgency—before she could blink he’d stepped toward her and was pulling her naked body to his clothed one. She stared at his mouth, knowing her excitement was written all over her face.

  “Kiss me,” she whispered.

  He quickly complied by pressing his lips to hers. His mouth was hot, firm, insistent. Oh yes. Carson had kissed her like he had all the time in the world, his mouth lazy, but Garrett was more intense. His kisses were rough and hungry and passionate, as if he wanted to devour her. Well, she wanted to devour him too. So she did, sucking hard on his tongue and shamelessly rubbing against his lower body.

  Breathing hard, she tugged on the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. Underneath the shirt, his chest was all muscle, a wide expanse of hard ripples and smooth golden skin, with a dusting of light brown hair leading to the waistband of his cargo pants.

  Her mouth went dry, her hand unsteady as she reached out and touched that incredible chest. She brushed her finger over a flat, brown nipple, eliciting a ragged sigh from his throat.

  She was trying to decide if she was bold enough to lower her head and suck on his nipple when she felt a warm pair of hands stroking her bare back. She nearly jumped, then realized it was Carson, obviously eager to join in the fun.

  Oh God, this was surreal. Her naked body sandwiched between these two big men, Carson’s hands squeezing her ass, Garrett dipping his head and kissing her again. Shivers of arousal danced up and down her spine, and a resulting moan slid out of her mouth.

  Garrett chuckled softly, then planted his hands on her waist and turned her around, pressing his groin into her ass as Carson filled her mouth with his tongue.

  She could feel Garrett’s erection nestled between her ass cheeks, and when Carson pulled her closer and parted her knees with one hard thigh she felt the ridge of his arousal too. She sighed, pushing her ass against Garrett and reaching down to rub Carson through his khakis.

  “Take your pants off,” she murmured.

  She was addressing both of them, but Carson was the only one to reply. He offered her a lopsided grin and muttered, “Do it for me.”

  She found herself glancing over at Garrett, who simply stared back, his dark eyes flickering with raw heat. “Don’t keep the man waiting,” he said with a faint smile.

  Drawing in a slow breath, she tugged at Carson’s zipper. It lowered with a metallic hiss.

  Shelby hesitated, unsure of what to do next. This was all so new to her, the entire experience more like a figment of her dirty imagination than a real-time occurrence.

  “Help me out here,” she said with a nervous laugh. “What comes next?”

  Carson’s blue eyes twinkled. “I do.”

  He took her hand and guided it inside his pants. She drew another breath, gathering every ounce of naughty courage she possessed before wrapping her fingers around his cock and stroking him.

  He groaned and fumbled with his waistband, attempting to push his pants down. “Help me out here,” he mimicked, his features taut with lust.

  Sinking to her knees, she pulled down his khakis and boxers, wondering if the blood drumming in her ears was a result of the tequila or the hard cock that sprang up against her face. God, he was big.

  She circled his tip with her index finger and he shuddered. “Shit, that’s nice,” he said hoarsely.

  Shelby shifted her head and saw that Garrett was now leaning against the arm of her old patterned sofa. He was still clothed, still watching her with those sexy dark eyes.

  She squeezed Carson’s shaft, then met Garrett’s gaze at the same time she took his friend’s cock into her mouth.

  With a moan, Carson tangled his fingers in her hair and guided her, pushing his erection deeper into her mouth. Garrett’s eyes narrowed, and the fire she saw there nearly made her keel over backwards. Swallowing hard, she finally broke eye contact and focused on the task of sucking Carson’s dick.

  She ran her tongue along his length, flicking over the sensitive underside. He groaned in approval, still holding her against him with one hand. Her pussy throbbed as she licked him from base to tip, her body growing hotter and tighter the longer she moved her mouth up and down his cock. The room was quiet save for Carson’s ragged breathing and the suction sounds of her mouth over his dick.

  “Bedroom,” came Garrett’s rough voice.

  She tore her lips away from Carson’s cock, realizing for the first time that they hadn’t even made it to a bed yet. She was on her knees in the middle of her living room, Carson’s erection hovering in front of her face while Garrett watched from the couch. The scene was so deliciously dirty that she sagged forward, the carpet scratching her bare knees. He was right. They definitely needed a bed.

  Shelby couldn’t remember getting up, couldn’t recall how Carson ended up lying on her bed while she kneeled between his legs and continued driving him wild with her tongue, but somehow they got there, and suddenly Garrett’s hands were stroking her from behind. The mattress dipped, the springs creaked, and she gasped when she felt his fingers tugging on her nipples.

  Was it possible to be this turned on? There were too many things going on at once. Carson’s cock in her mouth, Garrett’s palms on her breasts, his erection pressing against her ass.

  Garrett’s hot breath fanned across the nape of her neck. “You want me to fuck you while you suck Carson’s dick?” he muttered, rolling her nipples between his fingers.

  All she could do was whimper.

  He tipped her forward and she gasped when he slid one finger into her already sopping-wet pussy. “You love this, don’t you, Shelby?” he taunted, then pressed his lips to her neck.

  Pleasure surged through her. She felt like a volcano that had been dormant for decades, only to erupt out of the blue and cover everything, everyone, with hot smoldering lava and to hell with the consequences. She pushed her butt into Garrett’s exploring finger, her lips still wrapped around Carson’s shaft.

  A delighted cry tore out of her throat when Garrett worked another finger into her pussy. He slid those two long fingers in and out of her, so hard and deep that she almost bit down on Carson, who obviously sensed her inabili
ty to multitask and gently pulled her up.

  She found herself sprawled over Carson’s rippled chest, her breasts pressed against his defined pecs, while her ass jutted out to accommodate Garrett’s talented fingers.

  Carson pinched her nipples, rolling the rigid peaks with his fingers. He smiled when she let out a soft sigh, then tugged on her hair and angled her head so they were at eye-level, so he could brush his lips over hers. His tongue slid into her mouth, dueling with hers, stealing the breath right out of her lungs. Her body was overcome with sensation—Garrett’s fingers inside her, Carson’s hands squeezing and playing with her breasts, the hot tongue inside her mouth and the cock twitching against her belly.

  “Do you like having John finger you while my tongue is in your mouth?” Carson whispered against her lips.

  “Yes,” she squeezed out.

  “I’m going crazy here,” he added, his features creased with pure hunger. He grasped one of her hands and dragged it down to his heavy cock, urging her to jerk him off.

  Garrett’s husky voice drifted from behind. “Will you come if I keep doing this, baby?” He added a third finger into the mix, then began stroking her clit with his thumb.

  “Eventually,” she managed to utter, her mind spinning from the tornado of pleasure assaulting her body.

  “Eventually?” Garrett made a tsking sound. “Can’t have that. We want you to come now, don’t we, Carson?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  Garrett pulled his fingers out and she almost wept with disappointment. A second later she was weeping with joy, because she was on her back and Garrett’s head was between her legs. His warm mouth covered her pussy, his tongue flicked over her clit and…oh yes…his fingers were back too. The pleasure was so intense she could barely keep her eyes open, let alone stroke Carson, who’d shifted and was now lying next to her. He didn’t seem to mind that her hand had stopped moving. Instead, he just pushed that hand away and lowered his mouth to her breast.