A Match Made in Wilde (Wilde, Nevada Beginnings 2)

“This one is making me a little seasick.”

Greg laughed and kissed her. “I don’t know how he sleeps on it. Yes. My bed is in the other room.” He jumped up and lifted her into his arms. “Shall we try this again, bro?”

“Whatever our girl wants is what I want,” Grant said, smiling. “Lead the way, Greg.”

They took her into Greg’s bedroom, which had a king-sized bed, and he placed her in the center of it. “How’s that?”

“Comfy.”

Grant and Greg crawled in next to her, one on each side.

They started kissing her again, and thankfully didn’t bump their heads again. Back and forth, they devoured her lips.

While Grant was deepening his kiss with her, she could feel Greg trying to unbutton her top. After several attempts, Greg swore. “Damn it.”

She got tickled and giggled into Grant’s kiss.

“What’s so funny, honey?” he asked.

“Greg is having a little trouble getting my top off.”

Grant turned to Greg. “I can do it.”

“Be my guest.”

He fumbled with the buttons, but like Greg, couldn’t undo any of them.

She laughed. “Let’s make this easy on all of us. Why don’t we all take off our own clothes?”

“You are feisty, honey,” Grant said and kissed her again. “I love it.”

“Isn’t being naked together the ultimate goal?”

“Damn right it is. Thanks, baby.” Greg jumped out of the bed and stripped in lightning speed.

“I didn’t know this was a race.” Grant laughed and left the mattress. And just as fast as Greg, he was out of his clothes, standing at the side of the bed. He held out his hand. “May I help you up?”

“I’m enjoying looking at your incredible masculine bodies. I like what I see. I like it very much. But I guess fair is fair.” She took his hand and got out of the bed. Unlike their speedy burlesque, she took her time taking off her clothes. “This is how you unbutton my top.” One by one, she slowly undid them. Then she turned her back to them and slipped it off, along with her bra.

“Holy shit,” Greg exclaimed.

“You can say that again,” Grant said in a sexy, deep tone.

She turned back around, covering her breasts with her hands, and walked straight up to Grant.

Greg bolted to their side of the bed, standing shoulder to shoulder with Grant. They both faced her, their hunger for her evident in their eyes.

Moving her right arm so that her breasts remained hidden from their gazes, she lowered her left hand to the button on her jeans, taking a couple of unhurried steps back from them. She unbuttoned and unzipped them. Wanting to give them the best show she could, she wiggled her hips and slowly lowered her pants.

She lifted her left leg toward Grant.

Clearly understanding what she wanted him to do, he pulled that part of the jeans off of her.

She smiled at him and then turned to Greg, lifting her other leg.

Greg finished removing her pants and tossed them aside. “You’re driving me crazy, sweetheart. God, you look so hot.”

With only her panties on, she loved the impact her striptease was having on them. Once again, she turned her back to them. Taking her panties down an inch at a time, she looked over her shoulder at their hard, massive cocks. “I want you both inside me tonight.”