Cole’s gaze dropped to her breasts. Dress tape held the fabric to her skin. She couldn’t wear a bra with the low cut. Deacon’s eyes raked up her thigh. The dress hugged under her ass where another piece of tape was strategically applied by the stylist the spa sent to her.
Deacon inhaled. “You look fucking edible, Abby.”
“Tell us this means what I think it means,” Cole pleaded.
She reached forward, grazing the side of his chiseled jaw. Her other hand reached toward the broad plane of Deacon’s chest. She wanted to know their bodies, the way they had explored hers. This was the beginning of something incredible.
“Yes,” she answered. She felt the power surge through her. The control. Her inner goddess surging to the surface, knowing these men wanted her beyond measure.
Deacon looked at Cole. “Do we have to go to the damn cocktail reception?”
“Yeah. We can’t back out. We’re only here three days.”
“I think we could be fashionably late,” Deacon argued.
Abby interrupted them. “I want to know how this works. How is this even possible?”
Cole blinked, his long eyelashes making his eyes sparkle. “Baby, do you need me to draw you a diagram of how the three of us are going to fuck?”
Her eyes widened. “I don’t think so.” Her inner strength was starting to fade. “I meant, is this just sex? How do the three of us handle it? It feels like more to me. But you both know I’m inexperienced.”
Deacon snaked an arm around her waist. She could tell he was out of patience. “It’s not just sex. It’s everything.” He brushed his lips over hers.
She whimpered wanting his lips badly. She was already addicted to his kisses.
“If you’re giving us what I think you’re giving us, it’s not sex, Abby. It’s a relationship. Our relationship.” She didn’t expect Cole’s words.
“I want you both. I know that much. And last night…this morning…I want you together. I feel it strongly. I know now it’s not one or the other. It has to be both.”
“Good girl,” Deacon whispered. “We’ll make you feel good. So fucking good.”
The tingling shot down her spine, straight to her core. She was wearing a pair of panties that cost two hundred dollars. She wasn’t interested in soaking them before they made it to the reception, but it was unavoidable.
“And what do you get out of it?” she asked. “There has to be a catch.”
Cole shook his head. Deacon deposited her in his arms next. “No catch, baby. This works for us.”
“But how?” she questioned. These men were everything. How could they possibly be ok sharing her?
“Fucking you together is everything to us. Making you come. Giving you sex like you’ve never had it. Together we are better than any man you’ve ever had. And you’ll never want another one. We swear.”
“And you don’t get jealous?”
Deacon chuckled. “Jealous? Come on. Watching my best friend fuck the woman I’m crazy about and making her happy is a turn on. And knowing I can do the same thing. Sweetheart, it’s the best kind of porn there is. I can hear you. Taste you. Feel you, while he fucks you. It’s the sweetest deal there is.”
“Oh God.” Her knees buckled.
“I’ve got you.” Cole held her up. “Maybe it’s a little too soon for all this. Tone it down, Deac.”
She shook her head. “No. I need to know. I want to know what I’m asking for. So, tell me. Tell me.” She was eager for all the information.
“What else do you need to know?” Cole asked. She felt better with him holding her.
“You two?” She looked at them. “Do you…you know…do I have to watch?”
Deacon’s face recoiled. “Hell no. Absolutely not.”
Cole laughed. “What he means is our attention is one hundred percent on you. Giving you what you want, is what we want. You’ll see.”