What Happens in Vegas

“Yes…” I gasped. “But…”

I was past game-playing, now. Well beyond fighting. They’d broken me. They’d broken me all the way down.

“I’ll do anything,” I gasped, my body going limp.

Just in front of me, Brody squatted to my level. He tilted my face upward and raised an eyebrow. “Anything?”

I felt my throat constrict, and a flutter in my tummy. But I slowly nodded.

“Anything we—”

“Yes,” I brea

thed. “Anything you want.”

Brody looked up with a nod, and Corey began fucking me again. His strokes were deep and gratifying. Every time he bottomed out, he squeezed my ass tightly in his big palms.

“I really think you would do anything,” said Brody, his face inches from mine. He was holding me by my chin. Staring right through me with those Scandinavian blue eyes.

“You’d take whatever we gave you,” he continued tersely. “Whoever we gave you.”

I was only half-listening. Too busy focusing on the building euphoria of being so thoroughly, deeply fucked.

“We’re barely enough for you,” Brody growled, trailing his fingers sensually over my lips. “You could take us twice each, and still want more. Three times in a night, and still need—”

“Yes, yes!” I moaned, chewing on the thumb he offered. I was lost in lust now. Totally out of it. “Oh GOD yes…”

“I could drag Mason in here right now,” he growled without stopping, “and I bet you’d fuck him too.”

The sentence lingered in the warmth of the dimly lit bedroom. Hung thickly on the air like the cloying scent of sex.

All at once, Corey stopped pumping me. He leaned over my back, fully inside me, and put his lips right up against my ear.

“Is that right?” he whispered.

I exhaled a long, shuddering breath. I could barely draw a new one.

“You said you’d do anything…” he whispered hotly. Then, after a pause: “Would you really fuck him?””

I tried to swallow but it was impossible. I could feel my heart drumming away behind my ribs, like a frightened jackrabbit.

“Forget it,” said Brody, letting go of my face. His voice was impassive now. “She obviously didn’t mean what she said. She’d never—”

“Go and get him.”

It was like someone else was beside me, saying the words. Speaking them for me, because there’s no possible way I—

“Really?”

Corey’s fingers flexed. They dug exquisitely into my flesh as he began pumping me again, with slow, steady strokes.

“Yes,” I nodded, finally able to swallow. “Really.”

My body shook. My legs trembled. But nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, compared to the wave of heat and arousal that washed over me at the thought of screwing a third gorgeous lover…

Lauren! You can’t actually be—

“If you do this, you’re doing it for yourself,” said Brody. He was back now, kneeling before me. “No one’s ordering you. Understand?”