Knockout (Tapped Out 4)

Emerson didn’t answer, just watched as JC flicked open the clasp between the cups of my bra. My breath caught and shuddered out as the protective covering fell away, exposing me to both of their gazes.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

More, I couldn’t believe I’d waited so long to do this. To feel this.

“Lovely Lily. So perfect and soft.” JC’s mouth grazed my shoulder and my head fell back. “Let’s see about those parts of you that are hot and tight.”

His hand was already on the move, gliding downward over my trembling belly. The tips of his fingers grazed the lacy waistband of my panties and I shook so hard that I knew I was going to have my first partner-assisted orgasm before they even got me naked.

Emerson gripped my hips in his big hands, pulling me to the very edge of the cushion. My thighs quaked as Emerson peeled my panties down, going so slow that every movement shivered through my body. The air skimmed my bare pussy as he revealed it, inch by inch.

His groan was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard, until JC’s echoed in my ear.

Two gorgeous, strong, amazing men, brought low by the sight of me. Me, inexperienced, average Lily Matthews.

I could die happy right now.

“You’re perfect.” Emerson’s words rasped against my inner thigh. He bent closer as he tugged the lace down my legs, stopping when the material twisted above my knees. I wasn’t about to move and disrupt the sexual kung fu going on right this second, hell no.

I might never move from this spot ever again.

He darted his tongue out for a taste of my skin, and I wondered why until he made that same hungry sound and I remembered.

I’d already drenched my thighs.

“You’re soaked,” he breathed. “You really do want this.”

“So much.” My voice shook even more than the rest of me. “I have for so long.”

“Hear that, Knapp?” JC gathered my hair in his hand and used it to tug my head back so he could lay his scalding-hot lips on the side of my neck. “Your innocent little Lily…isn’t. Or she doesn’t want to be, and I think we should help her out with that.” He reached up to clasp one of my breasts with his free hand, and this time, he did pinch and pluck at my nipple. But it wasn’t clumsy, and the gesture sent warmth pooling between my legs.

Any more and I’d be damaging JC’s brand new couch.

Emerson watched him touch me, his eyes hooded. Like they might be when he was hovering above me in bed, his hips just above mine, his cock right frigging there—

And then he spoke, and he was the boy I’d loved for over half my life. First, as a friend, then as a brother, then as the man I wanted to be with and never ever believed it would happen.

“Is that true, Lil?” Emerson’s gaze lifted to mine. “Did you really want this for a while?”

A part of me was ashamed to admit it. The rest knew I had to acknowledge what I needed to ever have a chance at getting it.

“Yes.” I reached out to stroke his super-short dark hair and he turned his face into my palm, pressing his cheek against my skin. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” I tilted my head to look at JC, swallowing hard as his hungry gaze probed mine. “I’ve wanted you too. I just never thought I’d get to have you both. To have…this.”

“We’ve wanted you too.” JC sucked on the side of my neck, and a new wave of tingles erupted between my thighs. “Haven’t we, Emerson?”

JC’s voice dipped on Em’s name, and that sent one more thrill through me. I’d never heard him call my best friend by his first name and certainly not like that, as if the word itself was hot fudge melting in his mouth.

Emerson’s large hands slid up my legs. “Ease back, sweetheart.”

I did, unwilling to refuse him anything. Ever.

He tugged off my ankle boots and then dragged down my panties, taking his time. All the while, I trembled and wished I’d taken just one more drink. Not because I didn’t want this—whatever this would turn out to be—but God, I was about to jump out of my skin from nerves and anticipation.

JC lifted his hand to cup my cheek. His mouth dipped to mine again, and I moaned at the slide of his tongue, soft and persuasive. Then I felt more lips on me, another tongue. Coasting up my inner thigh, stopping just short of where the breeze from the overhead fan teased my hot wetness. I dug my nails into JC’s forearm, still beside my face, and he groaned in approval, tipping my head back farther to take more. His lips pressed into mine while other lips learned me intimately.

The first lash of Emerson’s tongue between my legs tore a cry from my throat. I’d never had this before. Hadn’t even begun to realize how huge it would be.

“Shh.” JC stroked my hair and drew back to tilt my head down toward where Emerson was busy. “See what he’s doing, babe?”