He kissed the side of her neck and tucked his fingers deep inside her, rocking against her ever so gently, making her ride his touch. “Good thing. Then you wouldn’t be here with us right now.”
Ren moved back to the place in front of her, his hand joining Hayes’s but focusing on her clit with slow, almost tortuous circles. Two hands but full coverage of all her hot spots. The combination was going to blow her head off. She jerked in the cuffs and tried to move away to get a breather so she wouldn’t go over too quickly, but the guys were having none of that. They’d locked her in place between them and continued to stroke and fuck her with their fingers.
“Breathe through it, L. Self-control,” Hayes murmured.
She made some unintelligible sound of protest, but she knew it wouldn’t matter.
They had a plan and they weren’t going to let her control it. And the plan seemed to be to drive her out of her ever-loving mind. While their fingers took turns teasing her, they put their other hands and their mouths everywhere, one kiss and bite blending into the next until her entire body was shaking with need. Nipples were pinched, her clit was licked, her pussy filled with fingers, with tongues.
Then when she thought she couldn’t be driven any higher, both of them lowered to their knees and went down on her, their tongues tangling with each other as they tasted her. Hungry. Dirty. And obscene. Arousal coated her thighs and her body pulsed with pounding need to come. All she could do was watch and cling to the edge of her self-control by a thread.
But soon it was all too much, and when Ren pumped fingers into her and Hayes licked over them and every bit of her, the darkness behind her eyelids burst into a white light. She cried out, gasping through the rush and trying not to make too much noise as she came with the force of a freight train.
The bar clinked with the cuffs above her, and the men made those sexy grunting noises as they drove her onto another plane, and she let it all go. No more holding back. She let it take her. Let them have her. She was no longer in the driver’s seat and she couldn’t care less. This was what oblivion felt like. What love felt like.
And when she drifted down from the high, she didn’t attempt to make a joke or adjust her position or take back the reins. She just sagged in the cuffs and let Hayes hold her up.
Without words, they unhooked her from the bar and rolled out a thick blanket Ren had pulled from the bag they’d apparently stashed in the corner. The room had plush carpet but she was grateful for the extra padding when she automatically sank to her knees.
Hayes and Ren were still fully dressed, buttoned up in their tuxedos. But their hair was mussed from her grabbing at it and their flys were distended with their very obvious interest in the proceedings.
She reached for the two of them, her movements a little drunk. “Come here. Let me touch you.”
Ren was the first to step forward. He caressed her hair. “I love the sound of that, but not yet.”
“We had something to ask you first,” Hayes said, joining Ren and gazing down at her in that stoic way he had.
She lifted her brow. “So you got me blitzed with an orgasm first?”
Ren grinned. “We are very smart men.”
“Devious, really.”
She smiled. “All right. Well, now you’ve got me curious.”
Hayes dipped into his pocket and pulled out a key. Not the one for the coatroom door. This one was normal sized. Shiny. New. He got down on his knees to meet her eye to eye. Ren put his hand on her shoulder.
Cora stared at the key.
“Move in with us,” Hayes said, the soft rumble of his voice rolling over her like warm ocean waves. “We know it’s soon and we know you like your place . . .”
“And there’s no pressure,” Ren added, his gaze tender on her. “But we’re fucking gutted every time you have to go home. The house doesn’t feel right without you in it.”
Hayes pressed the key into her palm and she felt the weight of it in her hand, the weight of the question. She’d spent her whole life fighting to be independent, wanting to be on her own, only feeling truly comfortable when she was alone, her true self only emerging when no one was watching. But this time, when she considered the question and looked at these two men, she realized there’d never been an easier answer. She’d kept her place like a safety blanket and because it seemed logical, practical. She didn’t want to put any undue stress on a new relationship, but she was just fooling herself. Safety blankets were overrated.
Her fingers curled around the key and her lips curved. “We’re gonna need a bigger bed. And a better Internet connection.”
Ren laughed and got to his knees next to Hayes. “Done. So very done.”
She reached out and put her hands to both their faces. “Goddamn. What did I do to deserve you two?”
Hayes smiled, this brilliant warm thing that seemed to fill the dark room. “You were you.”
“And we were us. And somehow that just fit,” Ren added. “Fate is a brilliant bastard.”
She closed her eyes. That was exactly it. Somehow in this universe of chaos, they’d found the combination that worked just right. Found exactly where they were supposed to be.
One day, she needed to thank Grace for dragging her to that God-awful party. That had been the first night she was with both Hayes and Ren, where fate had reached down and laid its hands upon her. She just hadn’t known it yet. Good thing she hadn’t bothered to mingle.