“You will, as soon as you tell us your name.”
Erin’s heart sped up at the man’s gorgeous smile. He was blond and perfect, and the warmth from his hand on hers spread to every cell in her body. Her skin blazed.
“I’m Landon Kay,” he said, “and this is my…friend, Nick Foster.”
She turned and gazed into Nick’s dark eyes.
“Pleasure.” Nick reached for her other hand and brushed his full lips lightly across her fingertips.
Nick was dark where Landon was fair. Two incredibly perfect males. Two incredibly perfect bodies on either side of her. Her blood sizzled and her heart thumped.
Nick dropped her hand and traced one warm finger across her cheek. A low hum resonated. His voice, just like Landon’s. A purr. “Tell us your name, honey.”
“Erin,” she said without meaning to. “Erin Monroe.”
“Mmm.” From behind, Landon purred into her neck.
Shivers raced through her and landed between her legs.
* * *
Erin wasn’t sure how she ended up in their cabin. She’d left her drink sitting untouched on the bar, so she couldn’t blame the alcohol. Hell, one drink wouldn’t have impaired her judgment anyway. She’d followed them as if in a trance.
Both men rubbed up against her, Nick in front, Landon behind, their bodies hard and ready. She should have been frightened. Freaked.
She wasn’t.
“You’re beautiful.” Landon pulled the band holding her brown hair in a ponytail and let her tresses sift through his fingers. “Like silk,” he said. “Mahogany silk.” He inhaled. “Apples. Tart apples.”
Nick smoothed the strap of her tank top off her shoulder and dropped a light kiss onto her bare skin. The soft whisper of his lips made her quiver.
“Apples,” Nick echoed. “You sure it’s her hair, Lan?” His lips curved against her flesh.
Fresh juice trickled between her thighs. Her panties would be soaked by now. What was she doing here with not one, but two men? Two strange men?
“No.” Landon brushed his lips against Erin’s cheek. “I wasn’t talking about her hair.” He kissed her nose, her other cheek. “I was talking about her sweet juicy cunt.”
Her breath caught. The c-word. Instead of horrifying her, the word made her hot. “What am I doing here?”
“Oh, honey,” Nick said, “you’re doing what you were put on earth to do.”
“And that is?” Her voice cracked.
“Making love to us.” Nick’s hand slid up her waist and cupped one breast. He groaned. “Both of us.”
“You can’t mean…”
“Oh, yes we can.” Landon cupped the other breast. “And we do.”
“But shouldn’t we…” What had she meant to say?
“Get to know each other?” Landon chuckled into her hair. “We will. Don’t you worry.”
Erin fell limp between their two beautiful bodies. How had Landon known what she meant? She looked into his sparkling azure eyes. Though tall herself, these men dwarfed her, both six-four at least. She stood, paralyzed, aching to touch them, to sift her fingers through Nick’s dark locks, Landon’s blond waves. Nick’s broad and beefy shoulders beckoned. The golden curls peeking from the V of Landon’s T-shirt begged to be caressed.
“Go ahead,” Landon said, reading her mind again.
“Yes,” Nick purred. “Touch us. We want you to touch us.”