Chapter Twelve
The drive back to theguys’ place was painfully basic. Settled between them, warm and safe and very hands-off. It made the anticipation that lingered on the tip of my tongue that much sharper.
Then we were in their bedroom, and Grayson was kissing Jax, their mouths merging and their tongues dancing with such passion, I expected literal sparks. Their love and passion flowed and spilled from them in waves.
They broke apart, and Grayson turned to me. He kissed the tips of my fingers. “We talked about who gets to have you first.”
“Seems like I should get a say in that decision.” I still didn’t know how to feel, besides turned on, that they talked about sex with me.
Jax grinned. “That’s fair. What’s your decision?”
I hadn’t expected him to yield so quickly. “Both? Both is good.”
“That’s where we landed as well.” Grayson slid a finger under the neckline of my dress, and glided his finger along my collarbone.
I captured his hand, enjoying the feeling of his skin against mine. “Do I get to see the two of you naked?” These were the pressing questions that needed to be answered.
“Presumably.” Amusement lined Grayson’s voice.
“You say that, but I keep ending up missing more clothes than either of you.” Two times weren’t exactly a pattern, but now was the time to balance things out.
Jax pressed into my back. “Are you complaining?”
I liked being a Sadie Sandwich. “About the sex? Not even for a second. About missing out on what I’ve imagined is an incredible view? A little.”
“Wouldn’t want to ruin the fantasy,” Grayson said.
I worked my fingers into the knot of his tie to loosen it, then untied it and left the ends hanging loose. “I’m not worried about that.” My world went black when something slipped over my eyes. The texture of silk against my skin said it was Jax’s tie blindfolding me. I laughed lightly. “Can’t see any nakedness this way.”
“You will,” Jax whispered in my ear.
Shivers raced down my spine, chased by him tugging down my zipper and exposing my back. He pushed my dress to the ground, leaving me on display in the middle of their room, my body screaming in anticipation.
Jax’s familiar stubble scraped along my skin when he kissed my shoulder, then nibbled playfully. He trailed a barely-there touch down my spine. Every new contact from him shuddered through my body on a wave of desire.
Where had Grayson gone? More than a minute or two couldn’t have passed, but the loss of one sense distorted time.
Lips brushed mine. Lightly. Sweetly. Grayson’s kiss could have been innocent, if I were wearing more than a pair of heels. He knotted his fingers in my hair, and tugged hard, making me gasp. He bit my bottom lip, then licked away the sting.
At the same time, Jax was teasing his fingers lower along my back, and slipping a finger between my legs. He brushed my slick skin, but didn’t part my folds.
Grayson pressed his body to mine. Every texture—fabric, skin—lit up my senses. The smoothness and the roughness of all of it.
Jax’s touch fell away, but Grayson kept my mind and body busy. He glided his touch over my hips, lower, dipping toward my clit but not touching it. Nearly sliding inside me, before pulling away.
Then Jax was there again, bare skin against my back, his erection digging into me. He gripped my hips and nibbled my ear. “You’re not the only one who’s been fantasizing, but the reality is much better.”
“It really is.” My words came out on a gasp. My skin was absorbing every sensation, but there was a tug in my chest as well. Jax’s words, Grayson’s attention, warmed me in a way their kisses didn’t. It made me want to swoon.
When Grayson’s hands fell away, Jax’s replaced them. He moved between my legs again, drawing a groan from me when he slipped two fingers inside me. He rested his palm on my stomach, holding me to him. This was more than physical intimacy. It was a feeling I didn’t dare look at too closely.
He sought out my clit, dancing lightly at first, but increasing the pressure and speed as my hips bucked into his touch. Climax lingered just out of reach, then flooded through me. I leaned into him, needing the extra support when my legs wobbled. I wanted to memorize everything about this moment.
Jax guided me toward the bed, slowly, making sure I didn’t trip or run into anything, since I couldn’t see. He turned me to lay back on the mattress, my legs hanging over the edge.
When he licked up the inside of my thighs, that scruff of barely-there beard scraped along my skin with a tantalizing burn. I arched into his touch. His open-mouth kisses. Every lick and nip made me squirm a little more, and when he reached my core, I whimpered.
He dove in with enthusiasm. His tongue inside me was the only thing I could focus on.