“We didn’t hear you.”
“Oh fuck…” I groaned, writhing in his arms. Then, more loudly, “I said YES.”
“Did you hear her, man?” Austin teased. “I think she said something.”
Maddox took my face in his hands. He lowered his lips to mine and gave me the hottest, wettest open-mouthed kiss of my life.
Holy fuck.
A finger slipped inside me. It went in so easily I could feel the wetness gathering along the insides of my thighs.
If I didn’t do something soon they were going to fuck me on the street.
“Take me back to our room,” I barked at the both of them. “NOW.”
Austin raised an eyebrow. Maddox outright laughed.
“Take you back and what?”
I put one hand between each of their legs. Both of them were already hard.
“Take me back to our room,” I growled, giving them each a squeeze. “And fuck me senseless.”
Forty
DALLAS
Our secondary hotel was smaller and cozier than the first. Provided by Woodward’s men — who’d also sent for our things — it was also older and much more historic. Tighter in terms of space, it did have one major advantage: a single, king-sized bed.
“You guys better not have clothes on,” I called out from the tiny bathroom.
Maddox’s voice floated in on a laugh. “Come out and see.”
I adjusted my thigh-high fishnet stockings. They ended in lace trim, attached to a red and black garter by snap-on garter belts. A cherry red satin bra and matching G-string panties completed my outfit, along with my Mardi Gras beads.
Lots of beads.
“Get in here or we’re coming in after you!”
“Yeah,” I heard Austin agree. “Until you get here we’re just two guys laying uncomfortably in bed together!”
That last part made me giggle. I killed the light and strutted forward, pausing in the doorway. Shifting my hips left and right, I did a slow spin so they could get the full effect.
‘God DAMN…”
Austin swore. Maddox whistled. The two of them were lying on either side of the bed, naked except for their boxers. Their bulging boxers. That part I could barely take my eyes from.
“You switched masks?” I smirked, approaching the bed. Maddox was the demon now, Austin the warrior. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”
Either they’d done it for fun or they were actually trying to trick me. Which was ridiculous of course, because I already knew every delectable inch of their bodies.
“Can’t get anything past you,” said Maddox.
“Nope.”
My knees hit the bed, and now I was crawling toward them. Crawling between them. My lovers looked amazing in the twinkling half-light — all muscle and sinew and warm, delicious man-flesh. The thinnest sheen of sweat brought out every magnificent ripple of their flat stomachs, each ripped with its own quivering six-pack.
Holy shit, Dallas! my mind swore.