I sipped my drink slowly, savoring every inch of it. The last thing I wanted to do was rush this night.
“I can follow instructions,” I said sweetly.
“And by that,” Corey continued, “you mean you’ll do whatever we ask?”
There it was again; that familiar warmth, spreading out from somewhere down in my lower belly. Slowly I nodded.
“Whenever we ask?” Brody added, raising an eyebrow. “No matter where we might be?”
“Yes,” I said again, laughing nervously into my glass. “Why? Is… there some kind of safeword or something I should know about?”
“Do you want a safeword?” asked Corey. His tone was jovial, but it also seemed to tell me he might not be kidding.
I looked him square in his tawny brown eyes, past the fire that was already burning there. I saw reflections of last night. The way they handled me, the way they took care of me…
“I don’t think I’ll need one,” I said, almost in challenge.
Triumphantly, one corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk. “I don’t think you’ll need one either,” he said, and drained half his glass.
We laughed and talked some more, with me chatting about some of things I’d done with my day. Everything was so comfortable with them. Like we’d known each other for months, instead of hours. Like we were old friends instead of new lovers, catching up on what we’d missed.
Eventually our drinks were dry. The guys placed their glasses back on the bar, and I took it as a sign we were leaving.
“You all ready to go?” asked Corey, stepping into me.
One strong arm slid around my waist. He pulled me against him, until we were face to face, our lips touching.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“One more thing then,” he murmured into my mouth. Our eyes locked and his brown irises flared again, this time with some unknown, devilish intent. “Turn around.”
Twenty-One
LAUREN
I was hesitant to move, for fear of breaking the spell we had. Besides, I wanted him to kiss me first. Or maybe I’d kiss him, planting my mouth on his, to drink from his lips…
“Lauren?”
“Yes?”
“I said turn around.”
Two hands spun me at the shoulders. It happened gently enough, but also with a certain firm insistence. All of a sudden I was facing Brody. Corey was behind me now, cradling me, his hard body pressed up against mine.
“Now lift your dress.”
I looked at Brody. He nodded. Slowly I reached down, pulling the hem of my dress up over the curve of my thighs. And then higher still, until my panties were exposed.
“Keep going.”
I lifted it further, all the way up to my waist. Corey was touching me now, sliding his hands over my naked ass. Running the flat of one hand though my legs from behind.
God…
I was wet in no time flat. He started rubbing his palm up and down, along the rapidly-dampening silk of my white thong. It felt incredible, being touched like this. Being intimate with someone for the first time in so, so long. And here I was, doing it with two someones. A pair of beautiful young strangers, who happened to be in the perfect place, at the perfect time…
It was as if, for once in my life, all my stars were finally in alignment.