He grins triumphantly when it opens, then turns and hooks an arm around my waist, pulling me through. Lucas shuts the door behind us, and I blink in the dim light. We’re in what looks like a small office or break room. The overhead lights are off, so the only illumination comes from a small window on the far side of the room and the ambient light that spills in from the crack under the door.
“The lock’s broken,” Zaid says, a grin in his voice. My eyes are still adjusting, so it’s hard to make out his features. “I thought we’d be able to get in here.”
“But that means we have to be quiet, princess,” Lucas murmurs, coming up behind me and enclosing me between their bodies again. “We can’t lock the door, so if we don’t want to get caught, we have to make sure no one hears us. Can you do that?”
Honestly, it already feels like my heart is beating so loud that every patron at The Blind Pour should be able to hear it. But I nod, even though I’m not sure it’s a promise I can keep. “Yes.”
“Huh. She sounds way too sure about that.” Zaid chuckles, running his hands over the bare skin of my arms. “I think we should make it harder for her, don’t you?”
“Definitely.” Lucas’s voice is a low purr, and he nuzzles my ear as he speaks, nipping at my earlobe and sending a shock of sensation to my clit.
My back arches, my shoulders leaning against his chest even as my hips grind against Zaid’s, the feel of his growing erection making my blood burn like fire. When the three of us were together as teenagers, it was one of the hottest nights of my life—but we were kids, still figuring out what we liked, what felt good.
We’re not kids now.
And as Zaid and Lucas each start to move their hands over me, kissing my neck, my shoulders, and my lips, I can already feel the difference between then and now. The one thing that stays the same, the one thing that’s just how I remember it, is the way I begin to lose track of whose hands are whose.
Especially with the light so dim, all of my attention focuses in on what I can feel, not what I see.
And I feel so fucking much.
They trade me back and forth between them, spinning me in their arms as they take me apart kiss by kiss. Zaid’s lips trail down my neck, and I shiver as I kiss Lucas deeper. Then they trade again, and Lucas reaches around to cup my breasts through the soft fabric of my dress as Zaid’s wicked tongue explores my mouth. I don’t try to keep track of who I’m facing or what each man is doing. I just let myself fall into it, kissing and groping them back as our quiet breathing and soft groans fill the room.
When I’m turned around again, Lucas wraps his arms aro
und me from behind, pulling me tight to him so that my back is to his chest. His large palms splay over my stomach, and he nips at my neck as he begins to gather the material of my dress, dragging the stretchy fabric up my body.
My eyes are adjusting to the darkness, and I watch as Zaid’s shadowy form kneels before me. I gasp when he reaches under my dress and hooks my panties with his fingers, dragging them over my hips and down my legs. He helps me step out of them, and as he tucks them away in his pocket, Lucas drags my dress up even higher, baring my naked pussy for his brother.
“Fuck, Grace.” Zaid’s voice is husky, and he slips a finger through my folds, groaning when he feels how wet I am already.
Hell, I think I was soaked the second he took my hand and started leading me toward the back room.
Lucas keeps my dress bunched in one hand as his other hand moves upward, sliding over my breasts before diving beneath the angled neckline. He pinches my nipple just as Zaid leans forward and licks a long line up my slit. I let out a breathy cry, and Lucas chuckles.
“I love that sound. Shit, I almost don’t care if we do get busted back here. I just want to hear you make that noise again.”
Zaid murmurs something I can’t quite hear, and then his hands grip my hips, holding on tight as he begins to lap at me in earnest. His tongue slides over my clit, and I bite my lip to hold in the sounds that try to pour from my mouth. My hips shift as I press myself harder against Zaid’s mouth, and he responds by picking up the tempo of his tongue, flicking the tip over my sensitive bud.
“Fuck!” I hiss, and Lucas groans behind me.
“I can smell you, Grace,” he whispers, his voice pouring into my ear. “I can smell how turned on you are.”
I’m too turned on to be embarrassed by the fact that the room already smells like sex. I can feel liquid dripping down my thighs, a combination of my arousal and Zaid’s saliva, and it’s so perfectly filthy that it makes my core clench, my clit spasming with a burst of pleasure.
Zaid growls lightly, tightening his grip on my hips and attacking my clit with his tongue. My knees almost buckle as pleasure explodes through my body. Reaching up behind me, I wrap one arm around Lucas’s neck, clinging to him to keep myself from collapsing into a puddle.
When Zaid hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, I worry that I really will fall over, but the new angle it gives him on my clit feels too fucking good to stop. So I just hang on to Lucas as tightly as I can, leaning back against him as he devours my neck with hot kisses.
“Come on my brother’s face, princess,” he murmurs, pinching my nipple again. His hand squeezes and massages my breast with a firm grip that walks the line between pleasure and pain. When I roll my hips against Zaid’s tongue again, Lucas groans. “Come for him. Let him lap you up. He’s so fucking hungry for you.”
Jesus. They definitely didn’t dirty talk like this when we were teenagers.
His filthy words seem to travel all the way down to my clit, adding to the barrage of sensations from Zaid’s talented mouth. Arching my back and swirling my hips, I finally let myself fall over the edge, shuddering with each wave of my orgasm as I come hard. Another loud cry starts to spill from my lips, but Lucas clamps a hand over my mouth, pressing a kiss to my temple.
“I lied.” His voice holds amusement, but something else too. “I don’t want anyone to find us back here. Only Zaid and I get to see you like this. This moment is just for us.”
I blink, breathing hard as my heart slams against my ribs. The possessiveness in his tone makes a little thrill go through me, and as Zaid straightens in front of us, I reach behind me with my free hand and palm Lucas’s cock.