Colby took a step toward them.
She forgot to breathe.
“I can’t have her this squirmy when I’m tying her up for the demo.” Grant traced his hand up her side and cupped her breast, plumping it. “Taste her, Colby. She’s very sweet. And very, very responsive. I bet between the two of us, we can have her coming without ever touching her pussy.”
Charli’s heart hammered hard against her ribs. Grant was going to let another man touch her. She could stop it. She could use the safe word. But the thought of them both was only making her wetter. It was the stuff of fantasies, but no one really acted on those, right?
Grant had told her to put trust in him, that whatever he told her to do was for their mutual benefit. And for some reason, she felt compelled to listen. Plus, in her world, men didn’t look at her like this. Having two potently handsome men treating her like she was some sort of siren was damn hot.
Colby’s hazel eyes searched hers, obviously double-checking that she was on board with this. When she didn’t say a word, he closed the distance between them and lowered his head. Moist heat wrapped around her nipple as Colby took her flesh into his mouth. She cried out at the sudden rush of sensation, her nerves humming like a power line ready to spark. Grant’s hand continued to cradle her breast, holding her in place for Colby’s attention, and he trailed kisses along the curve of her neck.
The sight of Colby’s lips moving over her skin and Grant’s long, tan fingers stroking her breast was erotic overload. Her clit pulsed between her thighs, blood pumping to all her most sensitive parts. Grant pressed his teeth into her shoulder until she felt the snap of pain race through her. “You’re so goddamned responsive, freckles. You’re getting me hard all over again.”
He licked the spot he’d bitten, then stepped out from behind her. His gaze branded her as he took in the full frontal view of her naked and bound, another man sucking her nipple to a hard, aching point. Grant reached out and pinched her other nipple. She bit back another yelp.
He smiled and nudged Colby over a bit. “You have permission to come.”
The hot cavern of Grant’s mouth closed over the other aching bud, sucking and nibbling without pretense of gentleness. Whereas Colby was playful and teasing, Grant was unrelenting intensity. Her body bucked and her arms strained to reach out and grab the two men, but the tie didn’t give.
Grant gripped her waist, steadying her. Moisture painted her thighs, her need for all of him turning her inside out. If he would just touch her clit, slide his fingers inside her, she’d be able to get there. She wriggled against his hand, trying to convey that message. But he smacked her thigh hard. Then, the two men bit down simultaneously, and every knotted part inside her came unraveled in one blissful moment.
She screamed, the combination of pain and wicked pleasure launching her into orgasm. Her sex pulsed in time with her pounding heart, and her breath came in sharp bursts. The sensation was different than a normal climax, sharp and fast, a release that somehow satisfied and made her ache for more at the same time.
The men switched to gentle licks and her knees wobbled beneath her.
“Grant,” she gasped, a plea.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall,” he whispered.
Colby backed off, and Grant gathered her to him. Her head sagged against his chest, his words crashing over her.
I won’t let you fall.
If only he could truly guarantee that. She already felt her world tilting, and it had nothing to do with her shaky legs.
FIFTEEN
Grant waited until Charli’s breathing returned to normal, then wrapped a silk robe around her shoulders and kissed the crown of her head. She gave him a faint smile as she tucked her arms into the robe.
“What’s that look for?” he asked.
She glanced at the doorway Colby had used to exit. “Nothing, really. I guess I just never would’ve pegged you as the sharing type.”
“Is that right?”
She tied the robe’s belt around her waist and sent him a sly look. “You have spoiled, only child written all over you.”
He smirked, though the words niggled a sore spot inside him. “I’m the eldest of four actually. Two sisters and a brother. And though my momma tried, my daddy would’ve never let her get away with spoiling us.”
She tilted her head, as if thrown by the revelation, and leaned against the wall. “Wow, one of four. Never would’ve guessed that. Are you close to your family?”
“Nope.” He headed over to a large cabinet in the corner of the room to dig for a few things for the demo and to avoid her inquisitive look.
“Is it because of this?”
He grabbed a switchblade sharp enough to cut through rope and hooked it to belt. “Last I checked this isn’t interview time, Ms. Reporter.”
The little huff she made would’ve brought a smile to his face under any other circumstance, but her line of questioning was sending him to that guilty place he didn’t like to visit.