She was about to say “yes,” to tell them she was a virgin, when shattering doubt washed away her courage. As much as Eric and Scott had changed her life already, would she be able to be all they needed in a woman? Even though she could see her way around some of the challenges of being with two men at the same time, there were others that still seemed insurmountable, and most of the latter were about her inexperience. Could she honestly be enough for them?
Eric kissed her again, sending her into a delicious state of abandon. When she felt his hands on her breasts, she whimpered into his mouth.
She felt Scott’s lips on the back of her neck, the gentleness in his touch making her tingle all over. She was wet and her pussy ached.
Closing her eyes, she melted between them.
Chapter Eleven
Megan’s walls were down. Eric’s and Scott’s kisses and caresses were pressing forward, seizing every one of her thoughts, and crushing every one of her hesitations.
“Let’s give her a tour of the playroom, Scott.” Eric’s voice came from deep within his chest. It rumbled at an octave that vibrated along her skin, raising her temperature.
Scott laid his hand on her arm. “I agree. It’s time.”
Now. Tell them now. The words were caught in the back of her throat. Why couldn’t she get them out? If not now, when?
Eric swept her up into his muscled arms. He smiled when she looked up at him, in what must’ve been his attempt to calm some of her anxiety. It had the opposite impact on her system, triggering a fresh round of trembles.
Walking out of the kitchen and heading to that room, she thought of all the heroines in all her romance books. This must’ve been how they felt just before surrendering themselves to their lovers. She swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the words that needed to be said, but still nothing.
Hearing their boots echoing from the floor to the walls and ceiling had an odd effect on her, both unsettling and exciting. Why was she having such a difficult time telling them the one thing they needed to know? Maybe if she could start talking about another topic, the more important one—her virginity—would slip out.
“Have either of you had a…a woman…I mean…”
“Are you asking if we’ve ever fucked solo?” The distinct sarcasm in Eric’s voice made her shiver.
She nodded, forcing her eyes to remain on his. “That’s right. Have you always shared?”
Scott walked beside them and touched her arm. “Mostly. Only a few times have we done our own thing. Don’t worry, sweetheart. If you want either of us one-on-one, I’m happy to comply, and I’m sure so is Eric.”
“Agreed, but I’m sure she’s excited to have us both at the same time.” Keeping a tight hold on her and heading up the stairs, Eric’s blue eyes seemed dangerous and kind at the same time. “This will be your first ménage, won’t it?”
“Yes,” she confessed but held back the full truth. Now. Say it now. I am a virgin.
“It’s okay, little one,” he said. “It’s not our first, but I have no doubt it will be our best. We’re going to give you an introduction into our lifestyle.” Eric’s lips curled up into a wicked smile.
She found it suddenly hard to breathe.
“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart.” Scott opened the door and walked into the room.
“I’m thrilled to bring you here, Megan.” Eric carried her to the contraption she’d seen the day she’d arrived at the mansion. “I know what you want and I know what you need.”
Scott closed the door.
Eric lowered her slowly to her feet next to the device. Again, he kissed her, adding fuel to her already roaring internal heat.
“What do you know about protocols?”
She recalled some of her steamy books. “You mean safe words?”
“Exactly.”
“The submissive—”
“That’s you,” he stated as a matter of fact.
Juiced palpitations sped through her at his declaration of what role she played here. She was dizzy and floaty, and she loved every bit of it. “I’m to say them to a Dom—”